#anyway i'm FINE and feeling NORMAL about the GAME

[rekino2114]

Yoru x male reader scenarios

A/n:I really liked doing the death post, so I decided to do one for all of the horsemen...probably. also, just to clarify, asa is in here too, and you are also in a relationship with her, these scenarios are just mostly yoru centric

"Holy shit! Is that real?"

Yoru gasped and excitedly grabbed your hand and ran over to one of the tanks in display. she barely took notice of the red rope around the display and started inspecting the tank from as close as she physically could

"Well it's on display so I assume so"

"This is a soviet is-3 model it was produced near the end of the war to be an improved version of the is-2 which was made as a counter to the german's more advanced tanks, did you know it's the main inspiration for most post-war tank designs?"

"......that's.......nice to know"

"......how do you know that?"

"Why shouldn't i? I know basically everything about the wars you humans had, they're what gives me power after all, plus they're so entertaining to watch"

"...and you never helped me in a history test?"

"You never asked"

"If I had known you'd be this into it I would have brought you to a war museum earlier"

"What do you mean?"

"This is the first time I've seen you so excited for anything human....or to be honest anything that isn't killing humans or destruction, you look like asa when we went to the aquarium for the first time"

Yoru blushed and looked away embarrassed

"D-don't compare me to her, we're nothing alike!"

"You're going around spouting random facts and looking and pointing at everything, that's literally the same thing asa did, the only difference is you're talking about world war two and not marine life"

".................."

"I can't say he's wrong, even if it does feel kinda weird being compared to you"

"That's my line!"

"Anyway its nice"

"Huh?"

"I like seeing you happy and talking about something you're interested in..........even if that thing is war"

Yoru blushed even more and turned around, trying to hide her red face. However, you could see a small smile forming on her face

"........t-thanks I guess"

"It's nothing, should we keep going?"

"......yeah"

Basically as soon as you continued your walk yoru pointed at a uniform on display

"It's an actual Japanese war general uniform! Can I wear it?"

".........no"

"What? Why?"

"It's on display for a reason, you can't just wear it, you'll get in trouble"

"Tch, who cares about that? As if humans rules can stop me!"

"..............."

".......fine"

"Oi asa, what are those two doing?"

"Hm?"

Asa looked up from her phone and saw two kids playing with beetles on a nearby bench in the park

"Oh they're probably beetle fighting"

"........beetle fighting?"

"It's something some kids do around this time of the year in thiw country, they catch beetles and make them fight with each other"

"....so human children enjoy making lesser species battle each other for their entertainment"

".......how did you make a children's game sound like torture?"

"Sounds fun, can I play too?"

"Ugh, sure I guess do whatever you want, I'm not playing with you though"

"Like I'd ask you in the first place, I'm calling y/n I'll have way more fun with him anyway"

".............."

Yoru did end up calling you and telling you she wanted to play beetle fighting with you. You agreed cause it was rare for her to play a relatively normal game with you and so asa let her take control of the body while she went to catch a beetle, you did the same just picking up the first one that you saw

You waited for yoru at the place you agreed on for quite a bit, it seemed like she took quite a bit of time to pick her beetle

"I'm here!"

You saw her run towards you holding something in her hands

"Hey no peeking! I've trained Hannibal to be the best soldier possible, he'll destroy your beetle!"

".......you named your beetle?"

".......you didn't?"

"You're really getting into this"

"S-shut up! Let's fight now!"

You placed your beetle in the improvised arena made out of a tree stump, and yoru did the same. You looked at her beetle and saw it had something very........peculiar on top of its head

".....yoru....I am going to ask this in the calmest way possible.....but why the fuck does your beetle have a cannon on its head!?"

"Isn't it obvious? I had to make the perfect war machine so I just turned a random small bug in a cannon and put it on Hannibal"

"...You're taking this way too seriously"

"Shut up I'm gonna win this battle"

"It's a children's game"

"Who cares? Just start fighting before I make you forfeit"

"Well.....I can't just make them fight you know?"

".........huh?"

Yoru looked down to see that the beetles were not fighting but just kinda......lounging around not doing anything

"See?"

"....HANNIBAL! FIGHT!"

Her yell resulted in absolutely nothing as the beetles continued to not do anything

"You're a soldier! You need to obey me! DESTROY YOUR ENEMY!"

".....please calm down yoru"

Ironically not only did Hannibal not move but your own beetle started moving towards it and throwing it outside of the ring with its mandibles

"..h-huh? What!?"

"Oh....guess I won"

Yoru looked so dejected and shocked that she kicked the tree causing asa to get hurt in the meantime

"H-hey what's that for? Remember that's my body!"

"Shut up!"

You approached her and put your hand on her shoulder

".....would eating ice cream while cuddling help you feel better"

".......yes"

These next two ideas were given to me by: @michaelaftonhasjoinedthechat yes again, he has given me a lot of ideas for posts like this. Thanks so much man

"Hey asa, I don't mean to intrude but...what is that?"

It had been a while since you had been inside your girlfriend's room and as you entered you noticed something you hadn't seen before, some pictures of you two on dates hung up on a wall of the room

"O-oh that?....t-this is kinda embarrassing but I kinda like to put up polaroids of dates we go to on this wall. It's for the memories b-but I'll stop it if you don't want to"

"No don't worry I love it, it's really cute"

Asa blushed but smiled at you

"T-thank you"

"So.....do you wanna show me?"

"H-huh? You mean the wall?"

"Yeah of course"

"....oh...sure"

Asa was surprisingly by your enthusiasm but happily started to show you all the different photos of you two

"This is of our first aquarium date, and this is when we went to that cat cafe a-and this is one of my favorite it's when-"

In the middle of her explanation, asa's head fell down. You tried to shake her shoulder to help, but before you could touch her, she grabbed your hand and raised her while opening her eyes.....well they were red and had rings on them so they clearly weren't hers anymore

"Yo"

"Hi yoru, what's up?"

"I was watching asa show you all these pointless pictures and that reminded me I wanted to show you something similar too"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah look"

She got up and went towards asa's closet, opened it, and tossed out all of her clothes to reveal that on the wall of the wardrobe there were a lot of pictures of you two on dates too, just like with asa's wall only this ones looked......different

All of the pictures weren't held up by pins or tape but by knives and different types of small swords and blades, in the middle of all of them there was a specific photo, a selfie of you two holding peace signs while yoru stuck her tongue out with a bloody sword in her hand and an almost unrecognizable form in the background surrounded by the same blood. The picture was labeled "first time defending y/n from a devil" and it was completely surrounded by an array of small knives arranged in a heart shape

"So what do you think of it?"

".......it.......definitely shows your personality"

"Right, it's nothing like asa's basic stuff, do you like it?"

You looked at her, seeing her smile so brightly looking at your pictures was cute in a way, you knew her way to show love was.. particular to say the least but it was still love so you just put your concerns away and smiled at her

"Y-yeah I love it"

"I knew it, my wall is way better than asa's right?"

"You know I never answer stuff like that, I love both of you and whatever you do equally"

"You say that but I know I'm your favorite, there's no harm in admitting it, asa won't hear you anyway"

"....whatever"

A few hours after you left asa decided to go to sleep and so she went to open the closet to put on her pajamas....only to...see what was there

"YORU!"

"What is it now?"

"What the hell is that wall?"

"It's the same thing you have, what? You jealous cause mine is way better?"

"No, yours looks like a serial killer stalking her next victim, it seems like you want to kill y/n!"

"Hey don't even joke about that! You know I'd never"

"Y-yeah but you see the issue right?"

"What issues?"

"The knives for instance!"

"......I don't see the problem"

"...........I should have expected this"

"Hehe you're so cute"

The dog you were petting barked happily causing you to smile even more

"Awww you really are adorable, do you want a treat?"

It barked again and started panting

"Oh looks like you do!"

You started to dig through your bag looking for your sandwich

"This is supposed to be my school lunch but I don't mind giving some to you with how cute you're being"

You grabbed a piece of meat from your sandwich and fed it to the dog all while continuing to pet its fur

"There you go! Good boy, you're enjoying it aren't you?"

As the dog continued to eat while you looked at it yoru approached the two of you with a confused expression

"What are you doing?"

"Oh I just found this dog outside and I thought it was too adorable to just leave it alone, isn't it so cute?"

Yoru smirked and got even closer

"I can make it even cuter"

"Oh wha-"

To your immense shock yoru touched the dog and proceeded to turn it into an hammer, she looked it over for a while before smiling back at you

"See? Isn't it way better now? Bet I can use it to kill some pretty strong devil now"

"................."

"Hm? What's wrong y/n? You look weird"

"..............."

You knew yoru was.....unstable at best but you thought she at least learned that turning random people/animals into weapons was wrong, but you also knew just how patient you had to be with her so you just sighed and decided to let it go for now

".....i-.......it's cool yoru"

"Heh! I knew you'd say that, wanna go on a date now? I miss you"

"A-actually I think I'd prefer to go back home I.......I need to think"

Yoru raised her eyebrows at you. You didn't usually refuse going on dates with her or asa, but before she could protest, you were already on your way home

"Huh......I wonder what's up with him?"

"........you seriously don't get it?"

"Why would I? It's not like it's my fault"

"YES! YES IT IS!"

"Eh!? Why?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe cause you turned the dog he was playing with into an hammer right in front of his eyes for no reason!?"

".........I thought it was cool"

"Maybe you should learn that most stuff you think is cool is actually very weird and terrifying for humans"

"But y/n said it was cool too"

"Cause he obviously didn't want to upset you *sighs* and now I'm gonna have to apologize to him too cause you don't know how to do that"

"Hey I know how to apologize!"

"Then do that, go to him and sincerely say you're sorry"

".........I still don't understand what I did wrong"

"YOU TURNED THAT DOG INTO A WEAPON! and thank goodness it was a dog because I don't know what I would have done with you if it was a cat"

"Who cares? I'll just go to y/n say sorry and everything will be fine"

"...........I genuinely don't understand how y/n can love you too"

"OK yoru it's your turn"

Asa let yoru take control of her body as she looked down at the board that resembled a map of the world on the table in front of her

".........I don't get it, what do I have to do?"

"*sighs* of course you don't, you didn't listen while I explained the rules"

"You seriously think I'm listening to you talk about that for hours?"

"It took like 15 minutes max, plus you told us you knew how to play"

"Well it's a war game, i should be a natural"

"That's....not how that works"

At that point you decided to intervene

"I might not hear what asa is saying but I know you well enough to understand you're arguing, so can you please at least tone it down for game night? I specifically chose this game because I thought yoru would like it and asa can play too if she lets yoru out during her turns, so I just want a calm game session, can you please calm down?"

"....are you hearing him yoru?"

"It's not like you were any better"

"Just shut up and play"

"Fine.....for y/n, so what do I have to do?"

"Well you have all your troops so choose someone to attack and roll the dices"

"I'll attack asa"

"Eh!? Why? Y/n has way less troops than me in this area, why are you attacking me?"

"No way I'm attacking y/n, we're in an alliance"

"That's.......not how it works"

"Huh?"

"You....can't make alliances in this game"

"What? Then we're enemies?"

"......yes"

Yoru got closer to you and whispered in your ear

"Hey y/n, let's team up to destroy asa, then we can rule the world together, we'll split up all the territories between us and become rulers of everything"

"......you know I can hear you right?"

"Shut up you"

"Yoru.......I'm not starting a military dictatorship with you.....it's against the rules"

"Fine, fine......let me know if you change your mind though"

".....just play the game"

"OK, so I'll attack asa"

"......Of course you do"

"I just need to throw the dices right?"

"Yeah, if you get a higher number than asa then you get her territory and if you roll lower then all your troops get destroyed"

"Got it"

Yoru grabbed the dices and threw them on the table, they rolled for a bit before landing on.......double ones

"Ohhh looks like you got snake eyes, I'm sorry"

"Huh? Snake eyes? The hell does that mean?"

"You got double ones so......you lost"

Yoru widened her eyes and looked between the dices and you

"WHAT!? How? Asa didn't even roll yet!"

"In case of a tie the defending country always wins, so even if I do roll two ones too......you still lost'

"........I......lost.....at a war game? No way, you definitely cheated asa!"

"HOW WOULD I HAVE CHEATED!?"

"I don't know but you definitely did"

They continued to argue as you looked at them and sighed lowering your head

"...so much for a relaxing game session"

[ahollowgrave]

Every time dawn breaks in the game I fully gasp.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

How do you go about finding/reading fics?

Personally, when I get into something, I'll go through a list of fanfic sites and read all the summaries and pick what sounds interesting, then every few weeks I observed the tag again if I'm still interested. Sometimes I stumble upon them on tumblr, iirc thats how I found yours. Art -> Fic.

Now, while I haven't finished the new Mond murder quest, lack of voices and the weird ost for the trial put me off a tad, I don't have a decent idea of Dahlia but still shouldn't really be all that surprised at the Dahlia/Venti but there are so many in so little time, god speed.

it depends on my investment in the ship. when i first start i just go to the ao3 ship tag and scroll down in order of most recent. if the chronological order is too slow to get new interesting fics for my rate of reading, then i sort by bookmarks in a separate tab and go down the list, checking back in on the chronological order every once in a while

i don't touch any other sites nowadays unless i'm really desperate. i just know that if i go to wattpad i'm gonna end up both frustrated and just reading can't eat love again for the like. nth time.

[seaofreverie]

TWO WEEKS LEFT my dudes.

[rubberduckyrye]

I am UNREASONABLY upset about the new mechanics to Windtrace

They've ruined my favorite mini game...

[sga-owns-my-soul]

10 & 20 for the spotify asks!

ooooh!!!

10- shuffle your daily mix 2 and tell us what song comes up and your favorite lyric!

okay so this is actually my daily mix 1 bc i didn't know any of the songs on the daily mix 2 lmao

Lords of the Sea- Galavant "we're the lord's of the sea (with quotes around the word "sea") we're the lords of the sea (except for the part with the sea)"

i haven't listened to the galavant soundtrack in so long and now i wanna listen to it all again it's so ridiculous i love it

20- show us a screenshot of your spotify app right when you open

is it any surprise that 4 of my 6 most recent playlists are stargate related 😂

[sharkylass]

ALRIGHT, I ASKED FOREVER AGO, BUT WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT MY ISA LOOPS AU?? | [MASTERPOST]

Heads up this contains a lot, and I mean A LOT of spoilers for In Stars And Time. Including: = Act 6 spoilers, including main mystery and secret encounter = Minimal Act 5 stuff = And a bunch of extra stuff that happens through Act 3 and 4. SO BASICALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING, FINISH THIS GAME COMPLETELY BEFORE READING (ESPECIALLY THAT ACT 6 ENCOUNTER, IT WILL LITERALLY BE THE FIRST THING I MENTION UNDER THE CUT)

With all those warnings out of the way-

IN REPETITION AND CHANGE

Initial Concepts:

I feel it's important to show these sketches because they were the first ideas I ever had. I wasn't even entirely sure I wanted to make an AU at this point, I didn't even know how I'd approach it. But I started sketching and it's been on my mind since- SO! Isa is stuck in the timeloop. I know what his wish is and he DOES have a Loop equivalent! The grumpy dandelion guy is Roboro (it/they/he). Their name is a very small play on Ouroboros and they call Isa "Seedling". However, this post is not about them, as I'm gonna talk about it and Isa's dynamic in a separate post. In short, Isa is his normal loud self up until Act 3, right? They beat the King, they reach the end, and whoops, the loop isn't broken. So now, what happens is that Isa starts getting his brains out. He starts thinking more analytically and tries to problem solve.

The more stuck he gets in his head, the less he's able to perceive his friends as real people, and more like them holding him back. Because even if Isa explains that he's smart, that they shouldn't be surprised if he says something, shock of all shocks, reasonable- They'll forget it the next loop.

So Isa is stuck with trying to portray his confident, loud, supportive facade- Which is fine! It wouldn't be the first time! But it progressively gets more and more frustrating, as he tries to find answers and simply looses the energy to pretend to be stupid.

TL;DR: Isa in the timeloop, unlike Siffrin, becomes more distant and cold rather then something more akin to Sif's mania.

NOW, MORE ART!!!

KILL KILL KILL:

I imagine Isa didn't have this encounter the same way that Sif did. Yeah, frankly, Isa is pissed with the sadness- But that's not why he goes through with this.

In this moment, Isa is trying to kill two birds with one stone. He's trying to get through this quickly, as well as reassure Mira that they can do this! If he shows how strong he is, then she'll feel safe right???

Poor Isabeau forgot that whenever he shows that he thinks ahead, he scares people. How could he forget that? How could he forget that he's inherently---

Family Quest:

I still think Odile is the one to call out to him (same with sus quest).

The hangouts I'm still figuring out, cause I don't think they'd too similar to base game- But, fun fact, at the end of this run, everyone agrees to keep travel together!

Isabeau brings it up, can't hurt if you can fix your mistakes right? And everyone agrees. The relief on Siffrin is the most palpable thing Isabeau has ever seen.

In this moment they love you. In this moment they all love you. In this moment---

Death Screen:

He loops back anyways. (This is one of the initial concepts that I ended up animating. This line in particular is when he reaches the end)

Act 5 Tarot Card:

NOW TO SEE MORE OF HIS PASSIVE AGRESSIVE SIDE

Thanks to @the-bitter-ocean for prescribing tarot cards to Isa (THEY ALL FUCK SO HARD) and for the RAW ASS LINE

If interacted with in act 5, predictably, Isa tears it apart. He doesn't need the divine judgement upon him, he's faced everyone's perception his entire life.

However, he tears it methodically. Tears it once in even pieces, twice, three times, and one of the pieces once more. In a way he isn't even getting his emotions out, it's like he's actively trying to tear it apart so it stops nagging him, like he wants to shut it up. Though, the Judgement card symbolizes rebirth, absolution and inner calling. In Act 6 he'd be able to look at it and find comfort and confidence in the card.

Act 5 Mirror:

And lastly, I have the Act 5 mirror picture. I haven't quite figured out how to make the normal ones work yet, however, I couldn't let go of the idea that Isa would not want to be in the picture.

The idea of seeing himself at all makes his head hurt and his stomach squeeze. The memory haunts him as he stands to the side and says the word. He didn't think the mirror would catch him.

AAAAND THAT'S ALL THE ART STUFF FOR NOW!!

I still have quite a bit of it to post, especially about Roboro, but I'm gonna leave it here for now.

I still gotta figure out the hangouts and potentially the dagger equivalent- but I have ideas for Bad Touch, the glass equivalent, and some extra little things that didn't happen in Siffrin's loops.

I needed to yap about this, because I've been slowly stacking up ideas and writing and I needed to share it at some point- If anyone read all this and has questions and stuff I fully welcome 'em!!

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | the world turned upside down

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: hamilton reference? in my fanfiction? more likely than u think... thank u for reading!!

warnings: age gap (reader is implied mid-20's, jack late 40's early 50's), language, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of abortion (not explicit)

< part 2 | part 4 >

Jack Abbot is going to be the death of you.

You've been trying, deperately trying, to initiate a very intimidating conversation with him about how you're pregnant with his child, but you haven't been able to. Not the last three times you saw him.

You were, to put it lightly, fucking like rabbits. Between your normal work schedule and his night shifts, there is about an hour that you're both free on a typical day. Now, Jack never makes it feel like he's only interested in you for sex, but just by necessity, it's kind of bing-bang-boom, thank you, I have to go to work when you see him. The night you met him and began your rendezvouz was a fluke, you have found out. A night off for him and a weekend for you.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily) there is another one of these special nights coming up. Jack has been waxing poetic about being able to take his time with you, have you spend the night, make breakfast, all of those things. All while you grin with the knowledge that that night will not go at all like he's expecting before you're gently ushered out the door so he can leave for work.

This lovely Friday night comes a lot faster than you've wanted, and you're in front of his door realizing that maybe you should have come up with a game plan for this conversation, but didn't. You knock on his door anyway.

You can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the door, the lock turning and about to open. You get closer and closer to turning around and running down the street.

Jack opens the door with a smile.

"Hey, kid," he greets, opening the door wide enough for you to step in.

"Oh my god, I'm pregnant," you blurt, the words falling out of your mouth before your brain has even realized you've said them.

"Jesus fucking christ," Jack grits out, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into his entry.

He shuts the door loudly behind you.

"What?" he asks, looking stupefied.

You wave your arms around, letting your eyes flicker around the room.

"I don't know another explaination to give you!" you yell.

"Okay." Jack says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay, okay okayokay," he mumbles to himself. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his living room, urging you to sit down on the couch. Jack is standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"Okay, you're pregnant." he says.

"Yup." you agree. "Also, sit the fuck down. You're not scolding me."

"Yes ma'am." he agrees sarcastically, but still moves to sit next to you on the couch.

"So," he starts, letting out a long, deep breath, "what makes you say that?" he asks.

"Well, I took a pregnancy test, a-" you get cut off.

"How many?" he asks.

"One." you tell him.

"There can be false positives, let's do another." he quickly says, immediately standing up.

"Not to mention," you gripe, pulling him back down to the couch, "that my period is about 3 weeks late, my tits have grown a full cup size and hurt so bad, and my skin is the worst its been since I was 14."

"Other stuff can do that, come on, up, let's go." Jack orders, now pulling you up from the couch.

"Got it, got it," you acquiesce, standing up and returning to the front door.

"When was the positive test?" he asks while pulling on his shoes.

"Hey, can you stop talking like a doctor to me and talk to me like Jack?" you say, raising your voice out of frustration.

Jack takes another deep breath, closing his eyes. His hands find your shoulders, and he slowly leans forward to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Let's go do another one, I'm serious about false positives, and then we can go from there. Okay?" he proposes.

"Fine," you agree.

An hour later, Jack is staring at another positve pregnancy test on his bathroom counter while taking a long sip from his beer. You've been staring at it in silence for 30 whole seconds. Time to diffuse the situation with humor, your favorite passtime.

"Hold on," you mumble opening your phone, "I need to sing Hamilton about this really quick,"

Jack laughs, grabbing your phone away from you and pulling you into a hug.

"No you don't, please," he says through his chuckle.

You giggle against his shoulder and let him rock you back and forth softly.

"The world turned upside down..." you sing softly, pulling another laugh from him.

"Alright, that's enough outta you," Jack says, picking you up and walking back towards his living room, accompanied by the loud, boisterous laughs you're shaking with. Mission accomplished.

"Soooooooooo," you start, looking at Jack. He just raises his eyebrows at you. "What now?" you ask.

He gives you an incredulous look, "I don't know?" he says.

"You're the doctor!" you shake your head in disbelief.

"Oh, so now you want me to talk like a doctor?" he asks sarcasically. "Lay down," he orders. You humor him and lay long ways on his couch as he stands up.

"Okay, miss, so you're presenting with a positive pregnancy test, correct?" he asks with faux seriousness.

"Yes," you agree.

"What is the last day of your last period?" he asks.

"Let me check," you murmur, pulling out your phone, "Uh, April 17th," you tell him.

Jack lets out a whistle.

"Okay, that puts you at," he starts, opening the calendar on his phone, "about 8 weeks, then." he says.

"Seeing as I've just opened this in-home clinic," he jokes, "I don't have an ultrasound machine at the ready, nor can I do a blood test. Why don't you tell me about your symptoms?" he prompts.

"Well, I feel about halfway to throwing up all the time," you start, "my boobs hurt, I get really light-headed sometimes, my skin is really bad, and I absolutely cannot stand the smell of a sink or towels anymore."

"Interesting, I haven't heard that last one before," he comments, "what does a sink smell like?" he asks.

"I'm gonna barf thinking about it, move on please," you request.

"Moving on," he agrees, "Now, ma'am, what birth control methods have you been using?" he asks.

"Jack, you know this," you sigh.

"Ma'am I have no idea about your proclivities in the bedroom, I am just a doctor," he retorts.

"Fine," you gripe, "I've been using condoms," you tell him even though he already knows.

"With all of your sexual partners?" he asks. You quiet for a moment, before taking a deep breath. You realize that while this doctor moment may have started silly, perhaps the clinical disconnection is allowing him to ask the questions he needs answered. You would be lying if you said that you weren't expecting a question like this, but it doesn't make it hurt you any less.

"Yes; there's only one." you tell him.

"Only one?" he clarifies.

"Yep." you repeat.

Jack clears his throat. "Okay, well then one of them must have failed. About 8 weeks ago." he says.

"Um," you start, "how does that happen, exactly?" you ask.

"Well, if they're very old, and maybe found at the back of the cabinet under the bathroom sink and was used without checking the expiration date, that could have caused it," he reveals with a guilty look.

You chuckle, "I knew it was your fault," you say gently, looking up at him.

He clears his throat again.

"Now, ma'am, would you like to discuss your options for moving forward?" he asks.

"Yes, but I'd like to talk to you about them, Jack, not doctor Jack," you request, tugging lightly at his pants to get his attention."

"Okay," Jack agrees, pulling your head up and sitting down on the couch, your head now in his lap as he looks down at you.

"Sorry, honey," he apologizes, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, "I should have checked."

"It's okay," you accept, "hindsight is 20/20," you whisper.

"I'm sorry you're feeling so bad," he says genuinely.

"I'll survive," you joke. "What do you want to do, Jack?" you ask him.

"I think it's more about what you want to do," he replies.

"Ooo, that's where you're wrong," you tell him, "I think this has a lot to do with you. I don't want to be a single mom," you express, "but if I had a supportive and present baby daddy, then I think this might be fun." you reveal.

"Fun?" he clarifies, "we're talking about a baby here, not a game of checkers,"

"Old man," you laugh, "okay, maybe fun was the wrong word. But, I think it could be exciting, and wonderful, and maybe exactly what I want, could be." you emphasize. "But I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to." you tell him.

Jack is silent, staring down at you in his lap.

"Okay," you say after a few moments, "how about you think about it? I don't want you to say anything you don't mean and end up regretting your choice." you tell him.

"I'm more worried about you regretting your choice." he argues.

"Well, the only way that would happen is if you say you'll do something and then don't, but I don't think that's the kind of guy you are." you smile.

"You haven't known me that long," he argues.

"Are you priming me so that I'll have your baby and then you'll fuck off and say that I should've known?" you ask him.

"No! Absolutely not!" he says, affronted.

"Then we're fine, Jack." you say, frustrated. "What are you thinking?" you ask him again.

"I'm thinking," he starts, slowly, "that I'll tell you that of course I'll be there, and I will, and then you'll end up regretting tying yourself to me like this." he reveals.

"Not gonna happen," you say, staring up at him earnestly.

"Okay, then." Jack says with a smile.

"Okay," you grin up at him.

[tarotbyjam24]

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🎀 "no" - "tell me "

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[tedsies]

i caved and bought the legacy collection out of curiosity

i bought it on steam by the way, no way am I going anywhere near the ea app

random thoughts as i go along:

game loaded up straight away with no issues (what a strange feeling)

got into pleasantview within 2 minutes (obvs I have no cc installed right now so its gonna be faster anyway)

a bit of a jumpscare to see the game again without reshade ngl

straight into the lothario household. don you look... different without all my defaults

screen resolution defaulted to the right size without me having to change anything by the way, which was nice

turned up all the graphics setting to max and going to visit the goth household as that always gives me lag, even vanilla

this experience is already making me realise I need to cut down my 12gb downloads folder, cos man this is so smooth and fast without all of that in my game

well everything is working perfectly straight out of the box. had no issues with multiple sims on the big goth lot

going to quit and load up again with my ui mods and defaults next (along with hugelunatic's ikea pack as cc)

legacy collection has an entirely different file path by the way, so won't mess with existing ultimate collection installs (i wouldn't have dared to do this otherwise)

okay all my defaults, ui mods and some others are now in (downloads folder is up to 3.64gb now) and everything is working fine still

ikea items as cc don't seem to be fully appearing in the catalog though? that might be a me problem but i dont know

adding in all my cas cc now, along with hood defaults and hood deco cc (downloads folder is up to 6.5gb now). i'm also adding in anything else I can think of like camera mods, user startup cheat etc etc

getting into pleasantview in less than 2 mins still

heading into cas for the first time now...

... and it loaded up within 10 seconds even with ALL of my cas cc? and this is the first time too so I would've expected major lag. normally cas takes about 60 seconds to load in my game

update on the ikea pack as cc... the build items are definitely there, but not the buy for some reason?

biting the bullet and adding in the remaining 6gb of my 12gb downloads folder

all of my cc is now in the game and loading times were about 30 seconds longer than before. still no issues

took darren dreamer to a community lot and there were no crashes/issues/lag. normally going to a community lot is very dangerous for me cos its where I get the most crashes or issues, its why all my community lots are incredibly small lot sizes

also I have the hood deco view set to extra large... normally I have to have it set to extra small just to play in a small household

i dont think I'm being delulu here to say things are running better

next up is adding in all of my mods, then after that I might dare putting in my mega populated uberhood save, and try reshade?

another ikea update: everything is showing up now. it was me being an idiot

so all of my mods are now also in (so my entire downloads folder now) and i haven't been able to trigger any crashes or pink soup yet through normal gameplay? even with extra large hood view from lots

reshade keeps crashing my game on startup... damn, what am I doing wrong

RESHADE IS NOW WORKING (ver 6.1.1)! thanks to this guide

I finally added in my uberhood save (which is packed with hood deco and and has 35 playable families).... and it's working! I also played with a household for a bit and everything was working fine

final update before I go to bed (as its gone midnight here lol)

i now have all of my mods, cc, saves, and reshade installed, and I've yet to have any pink soup or crashes (apart from the crashes when I was *incorrectly* trying to install reshade). honestly... i'm surprised. i dont want to speak too soon obviously, but things seem better. i was just playing in a household with extra large lot view on and that would usually IMMEDIATELY crash my game, but nothing happened. tomorrow i'll actually play for an extended period of time, so i'll be able to tell more for sure then.

i hope this has been helpful to at least a couple of people, and i'll leave with you a shot of my pleasantview newly loaded up in the legacy collection 😅

[mrs-kodzuken]

anything for you ⟢ bokuto k.

synopsis: dating pro!volleyball player Bokuto Koutarou meant that you dealt with a lot of hate that you didn't expect. That lead to a severe newly developed eating disorder that you hid away from your boyfriend, until he found out.

warnings: eating disorder, starving, recovery, healthy meals, emotionally intelligent Bokuto helps you, social media hate, comfort, angst and fluff

This is the sixth day you've gone without food; you could feel hunger pains slowly drifting away. You dreaded the next time they would come, begging for nutrients. Swallowing another sip of diet coke, you didn't worry about it.

After all, you have always told yourself that being skinny means being pretty.

How you desperately wanted to be pretty. How you craved it more than anything else. And fuck, it did hurt to have to keep this newfound development away from your boyfriend, Bokuto.

You both have been in a relationship for almost two years now. You remember that fateful day where you had met him by accident after going to a game for your cousin who loved a certain volleyball player.

You couldn't remember who exactly it was because you were just so captivated by the tall and muscular player who was rumbustious and oozed masculinity.

He had caught your eye and unbeknownst to you, you had also caught his as well. At the end of the game, when he was finished with interviews about his teams' win, he actually came up to you instead to talk about how long you've been a fan.

"Oh! This is my first game, I'm actually here with my cousin." You nervously chuckled, the large volleyball player in front of you making you feel giddy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you like my skills? Since you're new can you really tell me how it looked?" The man exclaimed, he sure was a wild one, you could already tell that.

His owlish black and white hair streaks paired with his aureolin colored, astonishing eyes. He sure was definitely blessed, not just in his physical appearance but in his game play too.

You made sure to tell him just that, especially when he scored points for his team. You weren't really sure of volleyball lingo, but you knew that he was unquestionably an eminent player.

"So, would you mind going to dinner with me? I'd love to talk more with you in some place that isn't crowded." He slyly asked, smooth moving into asking you out.

Who are you to say no to someone like him?

In the end, you agreed, and that first date was one of many that lead up to the point of him asking you to be his girlfriend. In which you obviously said yes. However, coming back to your situation right now, it was a shame that things turned out the way they did.

The more you and Koutarou had been with one another, the more self-conscious you got from social media platforms of his fans calling you all sorts of obscenities.

The main one that got you was being called fat, never in your life where you called that. You were raised to eat regular healthy portions, had your fair share of exercise and quite frankly, you felt confident in your skin, even if you were more on the curvy side of things.

That bit of information made you slowly start harming yourself. You would tell yourself that just skipping one meal wouldn't hurt, besides you didn't need the calories anyway?

Then it was every Tuesday you wouldn't eat, then thrice a week, and so on. The cycle continued until you got sick and had to call out of work.

Surviving on gum packets and diet coke honestly got you nowhere.

You could feel yourself getting skinnier, in which you'd end up pretty in the end. That's what you wanted right?

As you pretended that everything was fine, dandy, and normal, a specific night had made everything flip upside down.

Bokuto was finally home after a traveling season, being gone for three weeks was rough on the both of you. You missed him like crazy and couldn't stand to be away from him but were silently thankful he'd been gone so long for other reasons.

"Hey baby," He pulled you closer on your shared queen-sized bed. The clothes you were wearing were his and thankfully so because hiding your progress was the only way you could keep going.

"What do you want me to order for dinner tonight? I don't want to fret you to cook for me, and besides, I need a little cheat day." Kou groaned at the thought of eating healthy prepped meals, like had been for the weeks he was gone to keep his energy up.

Bokuto had missed you like crazy; he was head over heels for you too. After all, he's the one who asked you out in the first place.

After seeing you that day, in all your glory, you were absolutely beautiful to him. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to you, but he knew that he needed to talk with you and well, that ended up with you both dating, so he didn't mind the outcome.

His eyes were focused on his phone, scrolling through the numerous food restaurants in the area for the both of you to choose from. His hair was damp from the shower he just took, as well as comfy lounge clothes to lay around in.

When he originally came back, something about you was off. He couldn't pinpoint it just yet, he was waiting for you to give a hint, a slip up, something so he could connect with you emotionally.

Koutarou knew he was emotionally helpful and in tune with himself, which was something he only became better at since high school.

The TV played a few loud noises in the background, something to distract your mind from the thoughts of food.

Your mouth watered; your stomach demanded something other than diet coke and a few measly low-cal snacks that boost your energy when you needed to do something. Like needing the energy to entertain Bokuto since he was finally home.

You wanted to hold off on telling Bokuto anything, you knew he'd want you to be healthy and not severely and deathly thin.

But in your mind, that was the definition of pretty, you'd do anything to be good enough for him and being deathly skinny is what everyone on twitter was telling you to do.

You cringed away from his touch a bit, disguising it as just moving around to get comfortable. You didn't want him to know, you feared he would take the only thing that's brought you some security since he's been gone.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not really hungry. I ate a huge breakfast this morning." You lie through your teeth, it sounded believable sure, but Kou was better than that.

He wasn't going to take that bait just yet.

"Oh yeah? That's good baby, what'd you eat? I bet it was something so delicious, like your French toast. Oh, God! I've been craving that so much." Bokuto knew what he was doing, he wasn't dumb, just emotionally smart enough to do something like this to make you admit what was wrong.

Of course he's seen the way you look. Your face was a bit slimmer, you moved less, the dishes looked untouched in the cabinet the same way they were when he left.

If his suspensions were right, this may have gone on longer than he presumed, which kind of stung.

How could you keep something like this away from him? Did you not trust him enough to confide in him and ask for help? You brought him back to the present by answering his question.

"I went out this morning for breakfast when I took a walk." You nonchalantly said, not wanting this conversation to continue any further.

You wanted to say that you needed to take a bath, but he's already seen every part of that dead body you don't bear anymore.

You felt trapped to say the least.

You watched as Bokuto silently turned off the TV and turned towards you with all seriousness. That wasn't a face you saw on a daily basis, you feared what he would say next.

"How long have you been dealing with this eating disorder?" His words made you freeze, your instinct was to lie again. But was it really okay to lie to your boyfriend like this?

"I..I don't know what you're talking about. I told you I went out to eat this morning, Kou." You delude, averting your eyes to stare at the decor you both put on the walls of this shared apartment.

He wraps his hands around your hoodie covered arms and turns you to look at him in the eyes. His own searched yours for the answer, for the why. The smallest bit of anger he possessed when he realized what you were doing was long, long gone by now.

He possessed worry, anxiety, and fear for your health.

"Please, baby, please talk to me about this. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm—I'm just very concerned about you right now." He pleads with you, you can't stand to see that look in his eyes either, those beautiful eyes you fell in love with.

You know you're causing him worry, probably pain too from the way you've lied to him.

You turned away and blew out a sigh, "A while, it's not a big deal. It's... I'm fine. I'm managing it, so—you don't have to worry about it."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal, Y/n? You've been hurting yourself for whoever knows how long and lied about it. Do you even know what you're doing to yourself? Why? What happened to have made you resort to something as harmful as this?"

"Please... just-just talk with me?" Koutarou implored emotionally, he was trying so hard not to shed tears right now. This was about you, not how you were making him feel. And he'd be damned if he guilt-tripped you like that.

Your eyes welled up with tears you didn't think you were capable of. Starving yourself never made you feel regretful of what you were doing, only carefree that you wouldn't have to be the so-called 'pig' social media referred to you as.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I just-I needed," You took a deep breath in before trying to continue.

"I just didn't want to hurt you by doing this to myself. I just wanted to be pretty for you." You cried, allowing yourself to actually feel bad and seeing what you were doing in another light. It was horrible, you felt horrible.

"Hey, hey..." He pulled you close, taking your frame into his. He could feel you now, the sheer size of you was smaller now, not too much but noticeably so since he was able to pick you up when you were not starved.

He rocked you back and forth as you cried, mumbling out apologies and small reasons why you did it. Bokuto would get to that later, but for now he needed to comfort you and make sure you both were on the same page of helping you get to recovering.

"I'm always here for you, through thick and thin. Sickness and health." He paused, "I know those are wedding vows, but they work too." He half smiled at you, trying to make you brighten just a bit.

Over the course of the night, it only got worse for you, feeling wise, and better for Koutarou so he could help you get on the path you needed to be.

The words he would always chant had replaced the negativity that encased your thoughts for almost a month.

'I'm always here for you'

They were such simple and kind words that it made you almost tear up every single time too.

Needless to say, recovery was hard. Very fucking hard. You had leaned on Bokuto as your pillar when you pushed yourself to get better and focus on your health instead of anything else.

The nights you wanted to revert back into your unhealthy lifestyle were numerous, but your pillar was always one step ahead to finding a healthy meal and a good path to walk on together after dinner.

Koutarou was exceedingly furious when he had asked for you to tell him what the reason was that you did this to yourself.

The why.

And he wasn’t prepared for you to pull out your phone and open twitter, the app you would usually go to when the hunger pains got too much.

He scrolled through your feed, seeing nothing but rudeness towards you, ridiculing you, tearing your person down when you have not even done anything.

He was so enraged that he sent out a public message without speaking to his publicist first, noting in his head that he needed to check with them about these comments of his girlfriend he’s been with since forever, and figure out how long they knew.

The public message was a threat that he wouldn’t stand for the impropriety any longer, if he heard even the littlest thing, he would personally have them held accountable and sue for hate crimes.

You were absolutely in awe watching him defend you from the merciless people that ridiculed you for something that was so physical and meaningless if you’re healthy.

It made you not want to ever be in the spotlight again but you knew that Bokuto being there was your light that he’d welcome you to hide in.

He kissed you on your forehead and snuggled into you, soothing you after he sent the public message. “It’s fixed, baby. You don’t have to worry about that ever again, I got you.”

You felt grateful for him, without your Kou you wouldn't know what to do. So, since then you both have found an abundant number of recipes that include everything you may need to help keep you full and feeling happy.

"Ready for our walk, baby?" Kou asked you, whilst you zipped up your matching jumpsuits, he had personally ordered for the both of you. He wanted to make your recovery a positive experience and help you out the best he could.

"You bet." You paused, keeping the loving eye contact the both of you held. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so big-hearted and considerate." You admitted, elated that you found someone who would go through hell with you.

"Of course, baby," He leaned down to kiss your temple, "Anything for you." 

a/n: another comfort piece because why not? requests are open (PLEASEEEE) haha, i hope you enjoyed & use bokuto as a pillar to help yourself get better if you need <3

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Not-So Secretive Rendezvous

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: smut, fem!receiving, age gap

Request by anon: I'd love a Spencer X Fem Reader thing,  say season 3-4 prince charming hair version ya know?  That era is totally hot.  Anyway, reader is Hotch's sister or Daughter, 10 year age gap between reader & Spence.  I'm a total sucker for a forbidden, sneaking, secretive thing with them getting caught in a very compromising position.  Hotch is fine with it but disappointed they didn't clear it with him. Maybe she works in the BAU but maybe not?  Some hot spice with his awkward self.  I always have a thought of him being so awkward around women in social situations like with JJ in the baseball game stuff, but with his Eidetic memory he definitely knows how to please women for sure.   Any other details i'll leave you with free rein!

Summary: You and Spencer are a new couple that is hiding your relationship from the team for two reasons. Hotch is your dad and Spencer is ten years older than you are. That doesn’t stop you from being with him. Not your dad and certainly not an office full of people.

Square Filled: public sex/voyeurism (2021) for @cm-kinkbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

There are two reasons why you’re at the BAU--Spencer and Hotch. This is the place you want to work when you have the proper training and have done everything that’s required of you. You graduated high school before summer started and now you’re taking college classes with a degree in criminal justice while also getting in some hours at the police academy. It doesn’t hurt that your dad is the unit chief of the BAU, but you try not to let that affect how well you’re doing in and out of school.

The other reason is Spencer Reid. You two immediately hit it off when you first met and he’s been showing you around as much as he can without getting in trouble. He can’t tell you much about the cases the team has but he can give you advice and pointers for when you get a job here. Derek helps you with the physical stuff while Spencer is your own personal library book that just so happens to have all the answers you’re searching for.

After a few months of visiting your dad and the team, you and Spencer developed a relationship that only you two know about. Keeping your relationships a secret isn’t something you normally do because if you like someone, you’re all about showing them off to everyone. However, you and Spencer are ten years apart in age, and you don’t think your dad will appreciate his eighteen-year-old daughter hooking up with his twenty-eight-year-old subordinate.

It’s not a big deal to you and Spencer since you’re not newly eighteen. It’s September and you turned eighteen back in January. He’s been so good to you and is such a gentleman. He’s a romantic and loves taking you out on dates as much as he can. Your favorite date is when he puts a tent on the roof of his building, makes everything for a picnic, and you two spend the night stargazing there.

Unlike now when your visit is anything but romantic.

It’s been over a week since you’ve seen Spencer and you’re craving his touch. You’re not normally a sex-crazed teenager but you’re ovulating and you really need to feel his body on yours. You’re not ready for kids and you don’t know if or when you will be, so you’ll be using condoms because it’s a terrible time to get pregnant.

Not to mention your dad will quite literally kill Spencer.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Derek asks when he sees you.

“Just wanted to stop by to say hi. I hear the B Team is out right now so what better time to come?”

“Your dad is in his office.”

“Where’s Spencer.”

“Bathroom.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for him. Thanks.”

You turn to leave but Derek stops you.

“Hey, we’re still on for tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to learn that new self-defense technique.”

You walk straight for Spencer’s desk only to walk right past it and toward the bathrooms. Derek smirks and shakes his head knowing you’re not here to see your dad at all. Spencer comes out of the bathroom with his phone in his hand so he doesn’t see you right away. You open the door to an empty office and wait for him to pass by it before grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.

“Wha--?” He looks up and smiles when he sees it’s you. “Hey, baby. I didn’t know you were coming today.” You close and lock the door before shutting the blinds so that no one can look inside. “What are you doing?”

“Come here.”

You pull Spencer in and kiss him without warning, and he grips your hips not too hard. He gets lost in the kiss before the alarm bells ring in his head.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Spencer pulls away from you but you’re not done kissing him. You back up into the desk and sit on it while kissing down his neck. “Not that I’m not happy to see you but we can’t do this here.”

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then get me naked and fuck me.” It’s hard to think when all Spencer is thinking about is getting you naked. He’s not a sex machine who wants it all the time but it has been a week since he’s seen you, and the last case he went on was very stressful. “School has been stressing me out and I really just want some dirty sex with you.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He spreads your legs and steps in between them before kissing you again. He runs his hands down your thighs and back up, only to slip them underneath your dress. You wanted to make sure you gave Spencer easy access. He expected to feel a barrier between his fingers and your pussy but there is none.

“You’re not wearing any panties?”

“I came here for one thing and one thing only,” you grin. “I wanted to make this easier for you.”

Spencer rolls his head back and cracks his neck before sinking to his knees. He’s not an expert in this department but he’s read enough books and watched enough amateur porn to know what he’s doing. He places a hand on your chest, pushes you down onto the desk, and bunches your dress around your waist.

“Remember, we’re at work and your dad’s office is right down the hall. You gotta be quiet.”

You’re about to respond when Spencer latches onto your clit. You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that slips out. It would be a disaster if your dad found out about this… or anyone. He kitten licks your clit and circles it before sliding his tongue down to your slit. He straightens his tongue and pushes inside of you, and his right-hand hooks up and over your leg so that he can rub your clit in hard fast circles.

“Fuck, Spencer, right there,” you gasp quietly.

“God, you taste so good,” he mumbles. “I can’t ever get enough.”

You reach down and slide your fingers into his hair before tugging on it gently. This is the exact reason why he’s been growing his hair out. He loves it when you tug on his hair. His mouth and fingers switch positions so that he’s sucking on your clit and sliding a finger into your tight hole. You squeal a bit loudly at the sudden change in pressure, and you bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from crying out again.

“Please, Spencer, I need more,” you moan.

He slides in another finger and curls them both so that he’s touching the spot that makes you see stars.

“Are you close?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, Spencer,” you moan.

“Go ahead, darling.”

He gives a particularly hard suck on your clit that makes you come all over his face. He removes his fingers and laps up every drop you give him before standing to his full height.

“God, you’re so good at that.” You pull him down and kiss him, not minding that you can taste yourself on his lips. “I need to come again. I have a condom in the pocket of my dress.”

“You’re so needy,” he grins but doesn’t refuse you.

He pulls away and takes the condom you give him before unbuckling his pants. He’s always awkward at this part because he still can’t believe that he has someone who is interested in him like this. He’s not ripped like Derek or as confident as him but you like him because he’s none of those things. You love how socially awkward he is. You love his ramblings. You especially love it when he tells you random facts that have you questioning how he came to know that in the first place.

Spencer pulls his cock out and you almost salivate at the sight of it. You’ve given him blow jobs before but there will never be a time when you don’t want to suck him off. However this time, you just need him to be in you. He takes out the condom from the package and carefully rolls it onto his hard cock.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Spencer, please. Just get in me.”

You spread your legs wider and allow him to step closer to you. He pumps himself twice before lining himself up at your entrance. You toss your head back and gasp at the one… three… seven inches of him until he is fully seated inside of you.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Spencer groans.

“I’m ready. Please, Spencer,” you beg.

He doesn’t want to be too loud so he doesn’t fuck you as hard as he wants to. He starts at a normal pace before slowly picking up speed, and you’re trying to stop the moans from coming out but failing. He covers your mouth with his hand as if that will stop you from moaning his name.

It’s been a long and stressful time for you both so it doesn’t take long for the two of you to get close to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Hearing Spencer swear when he normally doesn’t is so hot. He hates swearing since he has such a big range of vocabulary that he can use, but he can’t help it when you feel like Heaven. “Are you close?” You nod wordlessly since Spencer’s hand is still over your mouth. “Come with me. One.” Thrust. “Two.” Thrust. “Three.”

You explode all over him just as he fills the condom up. He rides out both your highs as much as he can before slowing down. He removes his hand and you gasp when you feel him start to pull out of you.

“I don’t know how you haven’t had more girlfriends before,” you laugh as you pant.

“It’s usually my incessant need to ramble that drives them away.”

He takes the condom off and ties it at the end before pocketing it., He doesn’t want anyone to find it in the trashcan so he’ll throw it out in the dumpster outside.

“Have you seen Y/N? I saw her come in earlier.”

You freeze when you hear your dad’s voice outside the office.

“I think she went to see Garcia. You should ask her,” Rossi responds from right by the door. You hear your dad walk away before Rossi knocks twice on the door. “You two aren’t very quiet or sneaky.”

“Shit, I should go,” you giggle. You fix your dress and Spencer tucks himself back into his pants. The room smells like sex but you’re sure it will air out by the time anyone else comes in here. “I love you and I can’t wait to see you on Sunday.”

You lean in and kiss Spencer before unlocking the door.

“I love you, too,” Spencer grins. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Oh, we definitely are.” You open the door and notice Rossi is in the break room. You make sure the coast is clear before leaving the office. You turn the corner and go crashing into your dad. “Daddy, hi. I was just looking for you. Someone said you wanted to see me?”

Hotch looks up and sees Spencer leave the office from which you just came out. He didn’t bother fixing his hair as much as he should have so it’s a big messed up from how much you were tugging on it, and your lipstick is a bit smudged from Spencer’s hand over your mouth.

Hotch isn’t an idiot.

“My office. Now.”

You look up to see him looking at someone behind you. You look back and see Spencer staring at Hotch with wide, fearful eyes.

“Daddy, listen--”

“Don’t you have a class to go study for? Reid, now.”

“Yes, sir,” he nods and scurries past you to get to his office.

“Daddy, I love him. Please don’t kill him. I’ll talk to you later.”

You leave before your dad can say anything else. Hotch isn’t mad that Spencer is seeing his daughter. He’s upset that you two hid it from him. He’s not gonna kill Spencer but it is sure going to be fun to watch him squirm because he thinks he is.

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Smoking, grieving, use of the word slut.

A/N: My editing skills are pretty menial as it is. However, if I missed more errors than normal this week, I'm sorry. I've been sick and anxious because, yay, tornado season! Anyway, enjoy!

You look around at the cars parked around the winding sidewalk of the middle school. You are pretty sure that they are the exact same vehicles as before, sitting in their exact same spots. It's almost like they had some unspoken rule about who parked where. You wonder for a moment if you messed up someone's day by parking here again. Sighing, you rest your head in your hand. You haven't been in the dreaded pickup line since Nicky started basketball practice. He would normally go to the gym right after school and wait there with his friends until practice started. You guess that it is one luxury that you will miss.

“Let's go,” he says, jumping in the car and slamming the door shut before buckling himself in.

“Excuse you,” you say as you take off, leaving the school behind. “Hello, how was school? My day was fine, thank you. Do you have any homework?”

“Sorry,” he says quietly, and your shoulders slump.

“Are you having second thoughts?” You ask, pulling over on the side of the road in front of some fancy houses. “I can turn around and take you back. It's not that big of a deal.”

“No,” he denies as he shakes his head. “I don't want to go back.”

“Are you sure?” He nods, but you don't believe him. “You know what? Let's go home and change. We can go bowling and grab some pizza that we can eat on the couch while watching whatever movie you want.”

You hold your hand out for a high five, but the look he gives you makes you think kids don't have high-five anymore. You huff, and point to your hand impatiently. Quickly, he reaches out and gives you a half assed high five before retracting his hand while shaking his head. You smile, pulling back onto the road, trying to act like everything is okay. You know that he wants to play and you think you should turn around and make him go to practice. You feel selfish by letting him quit, and maybe you are. You wish you knew what to do. What would your brother do? Nothing, because he would have gotten along with everyone and never put himself in this situation. He would have been coaching the team as your sister-in-law rallies the parents together. Concentrating on the road, you wish you could give Nicky that experience. The experience of the happy family supporting him with unwavering enthusiasm. Instead, he was stuck with you, who seemed to cause nothing but trouble since you stepped foot into the gym. You feel like a failure.

A big fucking failure.

Nicky doubled over in the passenger seat, laughing hysterically at the picture of your bowling score that he took on his phone. You get it. You suck at bowling, and in any other circumstance, you would probably feel offended, but his laugh brings you so much joy.

“96, Sunshine,” he says, looking at his phone again, and the bright light illuminates his face in the darkened car. “You couldn't even get 100. The five year old next to us had a higher score than you.”

“They had the bumpers up, and the ball hurt my finger. It's not my fault,” you laugh with him. “Next time I'll…”

You stop talking as you pull into your driveway. Coach Min stood at your front door with his fist raised against your door, ready to knock. He drops his hand and turns away from the door as soon as you park your car. You want to sit there until he gets the hint that you won’t talk to him and finally leaves. However, Nicky has other plans when he opens the passenger door and steps out of the car saying hi to him. You groan silently to yourself. You need to teach the kid to be petty.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you follow Nicky's lead of getting out of the car.

“I've been messaging you,” Coach Min tells you. You know this. You've felt your phone continuously going off throughout the evening. You ignore his answer and open the door to your backseat, grabbing the food boxes that slid all over the place on the drive home. “I also called you several times as well. You need to inform us if he is going to miss practice. Missing practice, especially without a doctor's note, will cause him to be ineligible to play our first game. The handbook clearly states…”

“Oh, he's done,” you inform him, cutting off his little scolding. Closing your car door, you toss your nephew your keys for him to unlock the house. “You can save your speech for someone who cares.”

“Excuse me,” Coach Min says, following you as you make your way to your home. You balance the two large pizza boxes and different containers for the sides. The top containers wobble precariously, almost falling until he reaches out, grabbing them. Holding them in his hands as he looks at you like your nuts. “What do you mean he is done? He made a commitment. You both made a commitment.”

“He doesn't want to go back,” you inform him. “Can I have my food back, please?”

“He doesn't want to go back, or you don't want to go back?” He asks, still holding on to your food.

Walking past him, you enter the house with him following close behind. Setting your pizzas down on the kitchen table, you take the boxes from him, placing them down with the pizza. Turning to him, you cross your arms, looking very unamused. You want to yell, you want to lash out. How dare he come into your home to question you. How dare he think he actually has a say in this situation.

“I don't want to go back,” Nicky says, as he pops out from out of nowhere.

“Are you sure?” Coach Min asks, looking at him. “You are an amazing player, an important asset to the team. You’re proving yourself to be a leader. They need you.”

“Can you just go?” You ask him, but he pays you no mind.

“Those moms are awful,” Nicky tells him. “They called her a slut and laughed about it…”

“Nicholas!” You snap.

“It's true,” he defends himself. “They called her a slut. They started it, but sunshine is the one to get kicked out. It's not fair, and I’m not going to make her be there when she gets treated that way.”

“Buddy, I can handle myself,” you say, trying to calm him down. You don't think you have seen him this worked up before. “You don't need to worry about me. Do you want to play? You can tell me the truth. I won’t be mad. I swear it.”

It was quiet. He looked down at the floor, then between you and his coach. The seconds seem to stretch forever as you wait for him to give you an answer.

“Nicky?” His coach asks gently.

“Yes,” he admits softly. “I want to play.”

He couldn't look at you as the words came out of his mouth. You knew it. He had quit his team for you. He was probably afraid that he disappointed you by wanting to go back. The guilt that sinks to the bottom of your stomach sits there uncomfortably. You knew you should have made him attend practice. Life lesson 789, you 0. You need to step this whole parenting thing up. You should have listened to your gut, and instead, you chose to be selfish.

“Okay,” Coach Min says, nodding his head. “If your mom agrees….come back Monday, run a few extra laps, and we will ignore the fact you tried to quit. This conversation doesn't have to leave this room. I will also deal with the other moms.”

Nicky looks at you, unsure. You look back at him silently, staring at the small spark of hope behind his eyes. A spark that you don't ever want to see leave his eyes again.

“Then you'll play,” you say as you look at Coach Min, who nods his head at you as if to say you did the right thing. Nicky gives you a small smile before starting to leave the room, but you stop him before he gets too far. “Hey, your mom and dad would be proud of you.”

You see Coach Min's head snap in your direction at your words. You ignore him, focusing all your attention on the young teen.

“I know,” he says, quickly leaving the room.

“He's not…” Coach Min starts as his eyes dart between you and the direction Nicky just went.

“Nope,” you answer, cutting him off as you cross your arms once more.

“You're his?” He asks, making some wild gestures with his hands.

“His aunt,” you answer. A look of confusion runs across his face as he takes in this brand new information. “They died about five months ago.”

You watch him as some sort of emotion crosses over his face before blowing out a slow breath as he runs a hand over his face and through his hair. Shaking his head, he looks at you thoughtfully. You wonder what he wants to say to you.

“I had no idea,” he finally says.

“Why would you know?” You ask. “I haven't told anyone, and it's not on any paperwork that I filled out for you.”

“You should have,” he argues, because of course he does. “I would like to know if one of my players is struggling with something. Especially something this big.”

“Why? So you can bench him if his head is not in the game?” You ask, resting your hands on your hips.

“NO!” He exclaims, looking clearly offended. “So I can give him some extra support. So I can encourage him.”

You can't argue with him. You want to. You so desperately want to, but you would admittingly be the one in the wrong this time. Finally, you throw your hands up in the air quite literally in defeat and nod your head.

“Okay, fine,” you tell him. “I'm not going to stop him from playing because that won't be fair, but I'm telling you right now. If someone says anything to me….I will not hold back. I don't care how many practices or games you suspend me from. I will not let them talk to me like that again, and you will have to ban me.”

“I said I would handle it,” he tells you.

“Hey, I'm hungry,” Nicky calls out to you. “Are you staying for dinner, coach?”

He looks at you. You shrug at him before turning and grabbing the food boxes, laying them out across your table in a neat line, and opening the lids. You had plenty of food for the three of you, but did you want him there? No, not really.

“Do you need help?” He asks, his voice almost sounding unsure as he shifts back and forth on his feet.

“Nope, you're the guest,” you tell him. “Nicky, grab three plates, please. I hope you like horror movies. He usually goes for the gorey ones.”

“Umm,” he hesitates. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. “Sure … they … ummm…they're great.”

“Great,” you say, turning to him with a fake smile.

You finish off your plate of food as the chick on the screen gets her head cut off, blood spurting all over her bedroom wall. You were the only one paying attention to the movie that was playing on the living room tv. Nicky and his coach were on the couch watching something basketball related on his tablet. You think you heard the words trick shots several times along with a bunch of dudes yelling.

“Is everyone done?” You ask as you stand up, pausing the movie.

“Yeah,” Nicky says absentmindedly, eyes never leaving his screen.

Coach Min hops off the couch and onto his feet quickly. Bending, he grabs his and Nicky's plates off the coffee table before you can get to them. You hold your hand out for them, causing him to glare at you, having no intention of handing them over. Rolling your eyes, you turn and walk into the kitchen with him, following much like he had earlier in the night.

“You didn't have to stay,” you tell him as you scrape your plate in the trash. “I'm sure you probably had better things to do on a Friday night.”

“I wanted to,” he says, placing his plates on the counter as he leans against the counter. His eyes follow your every movement, and you hate the way it makes you suddenly feel shy. “He's a good kid. You seem to be doing a good job with him. I couldn't imagine losing my parents at such a young age.”

“You don't have to feel bad for us,” you tell him as you continue your cleaning and ignore the embarrassment that his compliment made you feel. “I'm not looking for pity or special treatment.”

“I'm not going to give him special treatment,” he assures you before checking the time on his phone. “He doesn't need it. I should get going. It's getting late.”

“Sure,” you say and walk him to the door, trying to shake off the nervousness . You don't see Nicky anywhere as you walk through the living room to the front door. “I guess I'll have…someone be there on Monday.”

“What do you mean?” He asks as you open the door for him. “Why won't you be there?”

“In case you forgot. I'm suspended,” you remind him as he walks by you, arms brushing against one another. You ignore the rush of warmth and tingles that shoot through your body.

“Listen, it wasn't personal, you know?” He tells you as he stands on your front steps, his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. “I understand that Ara instigated it and I will deal with her. However, I can't have you attacking the moms in front of their kids. Even if they deserve it.”

“I wasn't going to attack her,” you lie.

You know you definitely would have.

“Sure,” he says with a smirk, seeing right through you. “I expect to see you there Monday. Thanks for dinner, have a goodnight.”

Without a word, you close the door and lean against it. Looking over to the hallway, you see your nephew standing there staring at you, scaring the hell out of you. Pushing off the door, you shake your head as you go back into the kitchen.

“So, I'm going back on Monday?” He asks with a hopeful tone to his voice.

“Yes,” you say. “You better be the best damn player on that team. I can't swear at the witch or beat the shit out of her, but I can rub her nose in the fact that you are better than her kid. Win MVP, goalie of the year, or whatever it is. Just kick his ass….metaphorically not literally.”

“I'll try my best,” he says, laughing as he leaves you once more.

Looking at the dishes and the empty boxes on your table, you turn off the light, leaving the mess for tomorrow. You needed to take a break. You needed to take a break and mentally prepare yourself for going back on Monday. You just wanted to enjoy the next two days before that happens. Laying on the couch, you look at the paused movie. The killer on the screen looks crazed, maniacal as his victims blood was splattered all over his face. You nod your head as you study him.

“I feel ya,” you say out loud. “I feel ya.”

Petty is your middle name.

Your khaki shorts were way shorter than your cut-offs that you had worn last Thursday. The white crochet halter top, while still covering everything, showed way more skin than your striped tank top. Your hair was piled on the top of your head, allowing your bare shoulders to be seen. Holding your head high, you walk into the gym, ignoring everyone in the stands. You are pretty sure that you can hear gasps and murmurs as you walk by.

You smile.

Instead of your normal seat, you walk all the way down to the last set of bleachers that was pulled out. This group of bleachers is where the boys keep all their belongings and now, it's where you will spend your time. Climbing to the third row, you sit with your legs stretched out in front of you without a care in the world. It was nice down here. It was like your own little island. You should have thought about this sooner. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Coach Min enter the gym and scan the small crowd of parents before looking down the rows of bleachers at you. You take a deep breath as he makes his way down to you.

“What are you doing all the way down here?” He asks, hands on hips. He looks annoyed, and it gives you some weird sort of satisfaction. A deep burning inside of you that you can't quite put a name to. “You don't need to sit down here alone.”

“There was nothing in the handbook saying I couldn't be down here,” you tell him, but all he does is study you with a serious look as he unconsciously licks his lips as he stares at you. Normally, you wouldn't let it get to you, but this time, it does something for you and the warmth you were feeling. Coupled with the lingering feeling of his arm rubbing up against you on his way out the other night, you were a little too affected. “It's probably the best option right now if you don't want me to cause problems.”

He doesn't reply. You watch him walk away, and you want to slap yourself. All he did was lick his lips, and now you're getting all hot and bothered. Youv'e been single for far too long. Dinner with him on Friday was the first time in MONTHS you spent time with someone more than family. Strike that. It's been MONTHS since you spent time with a man who wasn't family. That's all that it is. Desperation. He's annoying… .bothersome…. intruding…. nosy ….good with Nicky. You deserve two slaps for that one. The heat in this building is making you crazy.

They better fix the AC soon.

Nicky had to run his extra laps at the end of practice. His teammates, along with their parents, slowly trickled out as he went around and around the room. You could see from your seat that he was quite sweaty and losing steam. You feel bad for letting him almost quit. You'll have to figure out how to make it up to him. Standing up, you grab his bag and head for the exit to wait for him.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” A shrill voice echoes through the room.

It's her.

Ara.

“What's your problem now?” Coach MIn asks, sounding exasperated.

“You let her come back?” She asks, making you stop walking as soon as you reach them by standing in your way. “What about her suspension? Look at how she's dressed! It's completely inappropriate.”

“She's dressed in clothes,” he tells her after he gives you a once over, but you swear his eyes linger just a bit on the skin of your exposed shoulders. “I told you that if she was suspended, then you would be too. You are not innocent in all of this, and I'm tired of you running people out of here.”

“Do you know how much money I donate to this program?” She asks, and it suddenly makes sense as to why she acts like she owns the place. “I can take it away, Yoongi. You know I can and will, and then what will you do?”

Yoongi? Was that his name? You feel bad for Yoongi for having to deal with her, and begrudgingly, you can admit you were not helping any by being so difficult. You might have to rethink your whole pettiness approach. You don't make any promises, though.

“Then we fundraise,” he retorts with a clenched jaw.

She scoffs, giving you the nastiest look before stomping away and out the door. You see Coach….Yoongi's shoulders visibly relax as she disappears. Turning to you, he gives you an unimpressed look.

“Hey, I didn't do anything….today,” you tell him, defending yourself.

“You love to get under her skin, don't you? Deliberately, wearing shorter shorts than last time,” he asks, and it makes you smile in amusement.

“How do you know they are shorter?” You ask back, and he looks like he is at a loss for words as his cheeks pinken. You turn your head as Nicky walks up, taking his bag from you before walking toward the exit huffing and puffing. “Have a goodnight….coach.”

Walking away, you might put a little more swing into your step than normal. You might be imagining it, but you swear you can feel a burning gaze in your back. You smirk. Good.

Very good.

《Chapter 5》

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nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

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Missing you.

[Redacted] X Reader

type: fluff (this time)

word count: 1614 (not super long this time)

warnings: none! (also this time, more interesting stuffs in the future tho!)

hai this is gonna be basically my intro to tumblr! first post yayyy (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

i thought to myself hey, what is ren really like at home? and im sure my moots will know what i rly think of him but.. i thought it would be cute to write how i think he'd act a couple years post game, a small domestic moment i thought up for u (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

(also pls pls ignore my bad grammar and punctuation, this is very beta)

You and Redacted had been living together quite a while now, almost two years! Really it was just shy of perfect, something was always happening in your apartment with them, some project or puzzle or new game they'd decided you must play together. This weekend was particularly lazy, with nothing to do actively around the house having done all the chores alone for once.

See, Redacted, you'd discovered early into your relationship, was a nerd. He loved his computers and his small robots, he loved to build and tinker and usually left his office quite a mess. He'd found a part he needed for his latest project off some internet forum, something no longer produced, "rare", he'd said. The only downside is that the pickup was almost 4 hours inland, meaning he'd have to be gone almost the entire day.

Redacted had slid out of your bed much too early in the morning and bade you a kiss goodbye, whispering you softly back to sleep before you'd even really noticed. That meant you hadn't seen him properly since the night before, which.. was fine, and it was normal for partners to be busy. but you missed him anyways, terribly even, especially in his absence of usual texts he sent constantly when not home.

It was about 7pm now and the blood red sunset on the beach cast a glow into your home, spreading across the pristine white marble flooring almost like spilled juice. you stood in the kitchen having decided to cook for once, in Redacted's absence who usually always insisted to do this. You stood at the stove, stupid pun apron on and wooden spoon in hand making spam fried rice with a fruit tart dish in the oven. It wasn't much but it was something he loved and you hoped to surprise him with it when he got home tonight, god willing it be before midnight since the location app the two of you shared wasn't picking him up anymore.

You paused a moment to admire the shining gold band on your left hand, a pretty diamond nestled in ornate but simple patterns. Not that it could be seen but when Redacted had proposed to you just 6 months ago you'd discovered he'd had your rings engraved, just a simple “always” but it was perfect. The metal glinted in the light of the kitchen and it brought a soft smile to your face before eventually you needed to pay attention to the food on the stove again but with a warm feeling throughout.

You stood in the kitchen humming along to some new love song off the radio, tapping the end of the spoon against the counter before ultimately deciding to use it as a microphone because, why not? No one was home after all. The sounds of the stove vent running and the sizzling of the rice in the pan coupled with the music covered anything else, a small little bubble of life which a certain someone was hearing from the foyer as he snuck through the front door.

You didn't notice a thing, eyes closed having a playful moment to yourself until large warm arms wrapped around your waist and picked you up for a spin. you squealed in surprise and wiggled around in his arms gleefully, wanting to get a look at your lover after a whole day gone. "I'm home~ did'ya miss me?" his low warm voice hummed beside your ear, making you giggle in his hold and immediately reach to shut off the stove knowing he was too clingy to allow you to continue cooking.

"Yes i missed you!! Let me go!!" his arms loosened around you just enough for you to spin around, coming chest to delicate paper with him and gasping the moment you saw what he held close. Between the two of you was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, an entire spring mix of beautiful blues and whites and purples with his smiling hopeful face above the flowers. "What do y-" "I love them!!! They're so beautiful, did you know you're my favorite?" you burst out not even letting him ask, taking the bouquet gently from his hold before leaping into his arms and pressing a hard kiss to his lips.

The two of you stood like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other with Redacted's hands running up and down your sides in warm paths till he seemingly had a new idea. He pressed you back and back and back, practically laying you down on the counter top while his kisses migrated across your face, over your hair, anywhere he could reach. his warm breath raised goosebumps across your skin and his smile pressed into your skin caused a new shiver, making you feel much too warm for an already toasty kitchen. "What are you.. a dog? All over me like a puppy.." you mumbled softly with a lovesick expression, hardly even an attempt at discouraging his overeager behavior.

"Missed you.. Can i not miss you? Missed you all day, missed you so much.." he rumbled softly against your skin where his mouth was pressed, hardly even kissing anymore so much as placing his mouth against your skin just to feel. He whispered the words reverently over and over, pressing the sentiment marrow deep to somewhere it would stick and take hold there, something that would grow. Redacted pressed his nose to your neck for a deep slow inhale, making you giggle at the sensation and finally decide to try and push him away while you squirmed in his arms. This only made things worse when he latched onto your waist tighter with a new determined look in his eyes not hiding the sparkle of mischief.

He left small breaths across your jaw and onto your face, pressing feather light kisses and making a point to be absolutely as close as possible. The cool brush from his nose only tickled worse but he refused to let up, leaving a delicate trail of breathy kisses all over your face and going as far to press his nose to yours, holding just like that for a moment. He slowly opened his mouth and bit on the tip of your nose, making you yelp in surprise and scrunch up with distaste. Redacted practically shook above you in a silent laughter, kissing the small nip better in a sincere apology with his soft eyelashes fluttering into a slightly remorseful smile.

"Redacted.. what is this? What are you even doing?" you said soft and endlessly fond, giving in and closing your eyes to his smirk pressed against your cheek, allowing him his fill of some much needed love. Once he started to nibble on your skin again you finally decided to gently put a hand over his mouth, snickering softly when he just started to gently nip and kiss at your fingers instead. You meant to push him away till his lips met the gold band on your finger, giving it a special devotion with your hand cradled between his own as if he held something to be worshipped. The sight was almost too much to bear, something fuzzy and warm tightening in your chest reminding you that you had this, he really was yours.

"Again, what'll i do with you??" you sighed with the fondest smile and a certain helplessness to your voice as he finally glanced up and your eyes met soft blue, a ghost of a hidden grin on his face, clearly very proud of himself. "Keep me?" he murmured in return, clearly gearing up to dive back in for more kisses which meant quickly squirming away off of the counter, wagging a finger in his direction.

"No more of you! Our dinner will get cold and then what?" you scolded, picking up your discarded wooden spoon to wave in his face. Redacted immediately crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out in a pout, giving a small kick to the floor with a socked foot like there was any dirt to nudge while glancing up at you to see if his little show was working. "But.. y’could always reheat it..." he said petulantly, reaching for you and not expecting you to dance away, a smile on your face.

He reached for you again with a bit more speed and then it quickly became a game of cat and mouse, doing your best to slip and dodge from his reach while he became continuously competitive. He chased after you out of the kitchen and in front of the couch, smiling so hard it hurt and having worked up a slight pant. when he lunged for you this time you let him catch you, falling back onto the couch with a loud oof and a series of wheezing laughs knocking the breath from you both.

you reached up a hand to cup his cheek, brushing a thumb over the gentle flush from the exertion and excitement. "Got it out of your system? Can we have dinner now?" you said wryly, looking up at him with your best unamused expression. He put on an overly dramatic thinking face and hummed softly, looking around as if this were the hardest thing in the world to decide. his hands ran warm up and down your sides, sliding slowly over the skin under your shirt taking deliberately long touches to burn the feeling of his rough fingers into your skin. Redacted made a sound of affirmation and looked down at you with a smile "Nope. Missed you.”

Needless to say, dinner did need to be reheated and the tart was a little bit too toasty to taste good.