#anyway no shade to them it's just i wish someone can tell me something if ure so passionate abt it wldnt u know lmao

[istoleyoursk1n]

Hi can you do halsin Gale and Astarion with a very explicit and flirty paladin s/o who looks super stoic and serious please?

Like they’re there standing stoic and menacing and then whispers in their ear the dirtiest pick up line ever?

Like I think they’d have a funny reaction!

Feel free to refuse ofc! Thanks anyways!

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How would Halsin, Gale, and Astarion react to a paladin who looks stoic/strict only for them to be an explicit and flirty?

(Damn, reminds me of my PaladinLMAO)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh, darling, and just when I thought you were as dense as a brick wall. I never could have guessed that beneath all that was a cheeky little flirt. All that dirt coming out of such a filthy mouth, you ought to have someone clean it out for you, my sweet.”

He was the one being the flirty ass at first, hitting on you in every teasing way he could think of with the hopes that perhaps someday he’d get a reaction out of you for his own amusement.

You never seemed to comment on his “advances” at first, you remained as stern as usual with little but a side glance to offer.

Probably got personally offended each time his usual charms failed but he was persistent. More so because he wanted to prove that he could truly seduce even the most stoic of hearts.

He made it his personal mission to make you crack, but along the way, he may or may not have fallen for you. Regardless, the realization absolutely horrified him.

Perhaps he just has the worst luck ever or you finally started to begin your master plan of turning the tables against him but nevertheless, he wasn't prepared at all for what you had in store for him.

He was already taking quite the liking to you, so the moment you began whispering such depraved yet smooth words into his ear, he was shocked and speechless for the first time in years.

His mind was practically breaking apart as you laid out every filthy thing you had in mind. He truly couldn't tell if this was utterly fucked or if he was somehow into it.

You would be the sole reason a tint of color finally appears in his otherwise undead skin. The tint being a bright shade of red of course.

He goes from being startled, angry, confused, flustered and then eventually hitting you right back with a little pick up line of his own once he’s finally calmed down.

Now both of you end up teasing and flirting with each other as sneakily as possible, both of you trying to outdo the other in terms of who could fluster whom the most.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“I…oh gods, love, you truly don't understand the things you do to this heart of mine. Of all the weaknesses I could have possibly gotten, you are one I’d welcome with open arms. I have stood proud amongst a Goddess but for you? I’d fall to my knees.”

He was slightly intimated by you at first by how stoic you appeared to be. You seemed like a person who’d prioritize business and work above all else, repelling anyone with nothing more than a glare.

He wasn't even sure how to approach you, he was already admiring you from afar but he feared that you would have never felt the same. Not when it felt as if your heart was locked within walls of stone.

He tried to shoot his shot once or twice, but they were always met with a few words of acknowledgment or even worse, a mere nod.

As much as he wished to simply move on from his utter fixation on you, he can't help but pine. You’re something he's grown to truly desire in ways he could hardly express.

However, one way or another, every little attraction he’s felt for you thus far is revealed by him. Completely exposing just how smitten he truly is by you and perhaps that single moment of true vulnerability is what finally made you snap.

Pull him close and abruptly whisper every depraved fantasy and dirty pickup line you've thought of just for him and he’d die. I mean, melting right then and there into a puddle of shame.

For a man who talks too much, he suddenly becomes oddly quiet, his eyes wide with a certain gleam of helplessness that makes him look all the more exposed to you.

For once in his life he’s stuttering his words, barely even able to hang onto a sentence without having to take a moment to breathe or silently whimper out in a mix of embarrassment, confusion, and frustration.

Dropping one of your pickup lines would be just enough to have this man in a chokehold. Truly. It’s one of the only ways to actually silence him.

He’s not one for pickup lines but he’d try his damn best to voice out his admiration for you similar to how a poet would describe their one and only muse. Through each sweet whisper, you dare utter, he falls deeper and deeper in love with you.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“My heart, I beg of you. Each word, each whisper, even the soft tingle of your breath against my skin- you are a walking temptation that I so longingly wish to taste. My blood runs wild when you are near and I fear what I may do to you if you if you continue on.”

He was hardly bothered by the fact that you seemed a tad bit uptight. He has met far too many people similar to you and he’s learned better than to judge someone based on appearances alone.

Doesn't change the fact that he was in fact attracted to you.

The thing is, he respects you too much to ever make a move. At least, not for a while. Most conversations you’d have with Halsin were of the friendly sort at first, prioritizing the mission at hand before anything else.

However, in truth, the way his eyes practically brightened and his breath ever so subtly quivered when you approached was something you could have slowly picked up on.

He eventually slides very discrete hints about his attraction toward you, simply testing the waters to see if you would reciprocate. However, he truly never expected you to actually take the bait.

Before he could even properly make a move on you, you were already whispering every one of your sweetly depraved desires into his ear, catching him completely off guard.

He knew that there must have been more beneath your hardened exterior but he would have never suspected this. But is he complaining? Absolutely not.

But do be careful when and where you decide to whisper such things to him because you may or may not be seconds away from being utterly ravished by one bear of a man against the nearest surface.

Do so in public spaces where it's safe to tease him, giving you the freedom to watch as his breath heaves and his voice breaks just by the smoothened words coming out of your dirty mouth.

Nevertheless, he’s absolutely obsessed with your little flirty remarks, said remarks being enough to fluster him instantaneously. All the lovers he had taken in his life and yet he had never met one who could madden him as much as you do.

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

hii!! i haven’t stopped by in a while😭😭 how are you doing? i’m so happy it’s almost autumn. it’s literally the marauders’ monthh

could i request a bookshop meet cute with remus? tysmm! <33

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hii my lovely 🎀! always so nice to hear from you and dw ofc, i've been very off and on anyway i'm good! just reveling in the best season of the year 🍂 how are you! loved this request; bookish remus is the best remus; hope you like it 🫶 wc: 1.3k, fluff

bookshop meet cute with remus

The breeze hits you just right as you turn the corner, and the feeling of the cool air on your skin is simply reinvigorating. “Fucking hell, I hate this place. Summer shouldn’t be over already!” you hear a fellow pedestrian lamenting to their walking partner. 

You can’t relate. You smile to yourself, reveling in enjoying the change of season. 

The warm air of the bookshop contrasts delightfully to the outside air as you walk in, unwrapping yourself from your big scarf. It smells like coffee and long nights filled with fantastic words in here, and you take a deep breath.

You start browsing, intrigued by the new titles, drawn to your usual favourite sections. It’s not long before you’re balancing quite a few books, content to live in the imaginary world where you actually get them all for a little while longer.

You find a similar one to one already in your stack but that you want more, so you try to maneuver the previous pick from the middle of the stack to put it back. And of course your tower topples. 

You bend over to start picking up the books and bump into a display table, which really should’ve been arranged a bit more stably; I mean, come on, it’s not like you moved it that much. But, a stack of books on it comes tumbling down, and to your great embarrassment, they fall by someone’s legs. And, god, when you look up from your crouch at the person now looking down to see what just happened, you go from embarrassed to horrified. He’s beautiful. And staring down at you. 

You should really say something at this point, but words — usually your friends, betraying you now in your moment of need, how dare they — don’t come out. 

“You alright?” he asks gently, and of course, his voice is mellow and mellifluous.

“Umm,” is all you manage to muster. 

He crouches down and starts stacking the display table books. 

“I always wonder at how these wonky arrangements don’t get toppled more often,” he says lightly, probably trying to make you feel better. You give him a strained smile, and he returns an adorable grin that makes you really wish you knew what his full smile looked like. 

“You’re going to have to tell me which of these were yours and which should go back on the table,” he chuckles. “Oh, right,” you finally speak, and you get a small smile in return. “Um, that one,” you point. “And these.” You start collecting them. 

He just nods and keeps organizing the books. When he grabs a couple of the ones you were holding, he stops to read the blurbs.

With his eyes on the books rather than on you, you snatch the opportunity to really look at him. The first word that comes to mind is “warm.” The shades of brown of his messy hair, his focused eyes, his cosy jumper, it looks so warm. He looks so warm, and you feel it in your chest. 

He looks up at you, and you start, worried he’s noticed you staring. If he has, he doesn’t let on, just grins at you. “You know I read somewhere once that seeing someone reading a book you like is like a book recommending a person instead of the other way around,” he tells you. He lifts the book in his hand, shows you the cover before handing it back to you. “This happens to be one of my favourite books,” he says more softly, almost conspiratorially. 

“Oh,” you say, and you really wish you’d remember how to speak soon. 

“Hm,” he affirms. “Please tell me it was part of your selection and not the table’s. Otherwise, I’m going to have to insist it change categories, so you can at least consider it.” “No, yeah, it was mine.” Okay, good. At least when he asks questions, you give actual answers. 

“Brilliant,” he smiles. His smile is what’s brilliant. “So you’ve probably not read it yet?” “No,” you say softly. “I envy you your first time.” 

“I’m excited,” you whisper. 

The books sorted, you both finally stand up again. He’s finishing returning the display books when he notices your scarf still on the floor. 

“Oh, here,” he says, grabbing it. But your hands are full, and you’re not sure how to grab it from him without dropping everything again and making an even bigger fool of yourself. You both do an awkward little dance of trying to figure out how to accomplish the seemingly very simple task of his handing you your scarf. Finally, with a chuckle, he straightens it out and brings it over your head, adjusting it over your shoulders. He doesn’t get too close, but he did have to move closer to put it on, and your heart is beating very fast at the proximity. You were right about the warmth, and you’re sure your cheeks are reflecting it, but there’s not much you could do about it. When he takes a step back, you wish he hadn’t.

A few seconds go by, and when you still don’t say anything, with a bit of an awkward air but a warm smile nonetheless, he says, “Alright, well, I hope you enjoy the book.”

“Thanks.” 

He nods and slowly starts to turn to go. You’re so nervous, but your heart is screaming at you not to let it end there just because you can be a bit shy. 

“And thanks for helping me,” you add a bit too quickly, simultaneously praising yourself for your bravery and scolding yourself for your awkwardness. He turns toward you again. “Yeah, no worries,” he says, and he lets out a seemingly relieved breath. 

You chuckle nervously. He does too. 

“I’m Remus, by the way,” he says, extending a hand. 

You go to take it, but realize your hands are still busy holding the books. 

“Oh, right. Obviously,” he says, realizing and looking a bit embarrassed himself as he brings his hand down.

He’s looking at you like he’s expecting something, and you don’t know what it is. Until you do, a few too many seconds later. “Oh!” Too loud, yikes. “I’m Y/N.” Too soft, over-correcting. You cringe at yourself. “Hi, Y/N.” Okay, maybe getting to hear your name in his voice has made all the awkwardness more than worth it. “Hi.” 

“That’s a lot of books,” he says, nodding toward your arms. 

“Yeah, I, uh, well, yes, I can’t get them all. But I hadn’t gotten to the choosing part yet.” “That part’s always painful,” he says. “Fun, but painful.” “Mhhm.”

He’s slightly swaying back and forth; his hand comes to rub the back of his neck. For the first time, you think that maybe he’s nervous too. 

“Well, you’ve helped,” you say. He lifts his eyebrows in question. “Well, I can’t take your favourite book out of the running now, can I?” He chuckles.

“That would be quite tragic.” 

“Quite.” 

Another awkward silence. But you’d suffer through as many awkward silences as would let you keep talking to Remus. Remus, what a lovely name. So fitting.  

“Um, have you read any of these other ones?” you ask, lifting your stack. “Maybe you can help me choose?” Wherever this new found bravery was coming from, you thanked any gods that were listening for it. When he smiles at you, it hits you like a wave that this man is probably going to pull a lot more bravery out of you yet. “Um, yeah, I’d love to take a look. I probably haven’t read them… but it sounds nice to talk about them anyway?” “Yeah, it does. Sound nice.” 

“Great.” “Mhhm.” “Do you want to go sit down and look through them?” “Mhhm.” 

“Great,” and that brilliant smile. That smile you hoped you’d get to see many, many more times.

[hotchgirlsummer]

i'm a mess but

⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ Aaron has this date all planned out but things seem to fall apart and they're forced to improvise.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ fluff! slight angst - reader opens up about her horrible dates. aaron mentions haley, her death, and how he feels about it (briefly). not a warning but jack and jess make an appearance!

word count ⤷ 7k words

a/n ⤷ HELLLOOOOOO! i wasn't really expecting the first part to blow up but the support and love i received in my first bimbo!reader fic was so overwhelming 🥺🥺🥺 thank you to everyone who read the first one and i hope this second part lives up to your guys' expectation and to your liking. i received three requests involving aaron and bimbo!reader so i'll be working on the two before incorporating the third request in part three of this saga! also i have a possible plot for spencer reid x bimbo!reader and i'm trying to gauge if you guys would be interested in that? as always, feedback is appreciated. have a day as fantastic as yourselves!!! ❤️❤️

masterlist | part one: mess of mine

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“And just as a reminder, we will be having the weekends off for this month as Strauss has deemed we deserve a break after the continuous cases that took away most of our time,” Hotch reiterates before they end their final meeting for the week. This announcement was met with cheers and applause by the rest of the team. “Anyway you can have them extend our weekends off for the next, say, 12 months?”

This time Hotch cracked a smile as he gathered his files and into his folder as he shook his head, “Only way you can have that is by making a wish to a genie.” The team looked among themselves, each of their faces etched with surprise and amusement as they rarely got to witness their unit chief ride in on their jokes; behind their entertained expressions, they were curious as to what prompted this change. Rossi schooled his expression as well, despite knowing about the cause for Aaron’s welcome change in demeanor, he knew that his friend wanted to share the little ray of sunshine he found on his own terms. “If there’s nothing else, you all are dismissed for the rest of the week. Have a good one.”

As the team slowly dispersed out of the room, Hotch found Rossi smirking at him to which he raised an eyebrow at him, “Penny for your thoughts, Dave?” To which the mentor looked around the round table to ensure that everyone but them had left, “So, I’m assuming tonight’s the first date then?”

The faintest shade of red littered Aaron’s cheeks as he nodded and exited out of the room, “Tonight is the first date, yes. I’m picking her up after her shift at 7.”

Rossi looks at his watch and smiles upon seeing that their unit chief had a solid hour prior to picking up his date for the night. “Normally I’d wish someone good luck on their first date,” Hotch appreciated in that moment how Rossi leaned into his ear to whisper that as to not catch the attention of the nosy profilers, “But something tells me you would not need it in this scenario. Have a great weekend, Aaron.”

“You too, Dave. Try sticking to one jazz club this time, yes?”

Chuckling when Rossi flipped him off, Aaron hurriedly packed all of his things in his briefcase before heading out of the office. As he waited impatiently for the elevator to bring him to the floor of their parking lot. Turning on the radio, Hotch found himself smiling upon hearing a pop song — that he once was not familiar with until he started talking with Y/N. What started as constant texts, transitioned into hour long phone calls where their topics of conversation ranged from her opinions on how the internet’s influence on fashion trends have both been good and bed, her singing him the new song she had stuck in her head — which explains how he was now familiar with a lot of the songs that were played in the radio — but the one thing that seems to be a constant subject is how he would look good in certain styles of clothing.

Once home, he was delighted to see that Jack had been all cheery from his day at school and soccer practice. He indulges in his son’s excited recollection of his day, relishing in the giggles he let out everytime his son praised the dinner that was prepared for him; though it was just chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and some fries, he supposes that if it were made with love it would taste like a fine meal. It was like time passed by quickly after their meal as Jack was already bathed and dressed in his jammies before 6:45. After a quick chat with Jess, he was out the door and anxiously driving to the boutique. Once parked right out by the store, he was just in time to see his sweetheart exiting the front door and closing the aluminium security shutters. Jumping out of the car, he surprised her by gently pulling her back and lowering the shutters. “Aaron!” Came her surprised giggle, hugging his arm and looking at him like he was her whole world. “You’re here!”

“I did promise to take you out on a date, right?” He teased once he was sure the chutters were secured. Chuckling, she nodded her head as she smiled widely, “You did! And I was so excited for our date, you know? Phoebe got so annoyed with me talking her ears off about how handsome you were and how nice you are.”

Grateful that she was too busy rambling so she couldn’t witness Aaron blushing, he walked her to his car, opening the passenger door to reveal a bouquet of pink and white flowers; handing them to her with a smile he spoke, “For you, sweetheart.”

“Aaron! They’re so pretty!” She squealed excitedly and threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his shoulder, “Thank you, thank you! You’re spoiling me way too much already!”

“Well I have to, sweetheart,” He explained as he helped her in the car before quickly jogging to the driver’s side and continuing on, “Have to treat you like a queen, you know?”

“Does that mean you’re my handsome king?” Her question had him reciprocating the sweet smile she had on before reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles and affirmed, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, sweetheart.” And in turn, that made heat spread throughout her face.

The drive to the restaurant was short yet filled with so much light and conversation. Stepping out of the vehicle once Aaron opened the door for her, she smiled at him, “Thank you, Ay-ay-ron.”

Before entering the restaurant, the couple were met with views of disgruntled customers, some of them having wet stains on their dresses while others seemed to have  food stains on them. Puzzling her, she looks up at Aaron, “I wonder if they’re alright.”

They were about to find out for themselves upon reaching the host’s stand and announced their arrival, “Reservation for Hotchner, please.” The host who had their back turned faced them with an uneasy smile as they too were trying to rid the blemishes and food stains that unfortunately clung onto his work clothes; he looked down on the their tablet that served as their scheduler and frowned upon looking up at them, “I have to sincerely apologise, Mr. Hotchner. There has been an unfortunate incident, one of our servers tripped which caused this domino effect to the other servers, causing them to drench our customers and staff in food. Not to mention that one of our new chefs in training caused an identical chaos at the back.”

“You can use a butter knife to get rid off the food there,” She pointed to both the host’s shoulders that had some food residue that looked very well edged in the fabric; next thing she noticed wine stains by their chest, “And for the wine, putting hydrogen peroxide and dishwashing liquid in the stain for about ten minutes will get it out.” The way she shared the information so casually paired with the way she tilted her head to the side and pursed her glossy lips made it all the more surprising that she new what to do; but beside her, Aaron felt nothing but pride swell in his chest as he pressed her closer to him by her waist. 

“I appreciate your advice, ma’am,” The host then faced Aaron once more before saying, “Unfortunately we are not in any capacity to entertain our beloved guests for the rest of the evening. We’ll put a note to put you in our priority list for next time if that sounds fair?” Nodding as he held back a frown of his own, the unit chief understood that things were past their control, “That would be much appreciated, thank you.”

With that the couple then left the restaurant, Aaron tried to school his features as he tried to hide the panic in his face; however as Y/N looked up to see him she pouted as she saw that there was a slight furrow in his eyebrows. Reaching up to rub the skin between them she cooed, “Don’t frown, Aaron. Why are you even frowning?”

Almost immediately a smile replaced the mentioned frown as he explained, “Well since the restaurant is a bust, I’m sensing that I’ve just wasted your time, sweetheart. The date’s pretty much ruined already.” Her offended gasp took him aback, causing them to stop just as he was about to open his car door for her, “Well good thing a dinner is not the only you go out for a date! Plus, you just saved me, you know?”

“Saved you from exactly what, sweetheart?”

“From having a fancy dinner! Don’t get me wrong, the décor looks amazing and all, but sometimes their menu is so hard to pronounce too! Like just say roasted, why use sweltering? And don’t get me started on their alcohol — bordeaux, wine, brandy? It’s all just so confusing,” As he walked her to the passenger seat and helped her in, he just chuckled lightly as he tried to console her, “They do tend to differ in ingredients and alcohol percentage.”

“Even you get it,” She whines out to which he now smoothed the furrow she had which quickly disappeared upon feeling his touch in her skin. Swiftly moving to the driver’s side, Aaron looked at her with a soft expression before asking, “Why don’t I get your mind off of it then? How would you like to spend our time together?”

His heart melted at the excited grin she had as she thought deep about how to spend their date before rambling, “We could go bowling in this place on 6th Avenue, oh but they have league games today. Oh! How about we go to this drive-in theatre just by the outskirts of town?” Just as he was about to agree to her suggestion she pouted once more, “But wait, their movie for tonight is a kid’s one, Megamind, I think.” Her excited gasp accompanied by her light taps to Aaron’s shoulder made it evident how excited she was by her current idea, “We could go right into the city centre! They have different kinds of food trucks this day of the week!”

“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” He got her affirmation as she buckled her seatbelt up and nodded, “Sure do, Aarbear! I heard there was a food truck that would sell raspberry and cherry cotton candy.”

“Aarbear?” He questioned the nickname although he could not deny the warm feeling that washed over him upon being granted to him. She hummed, “Ever since we last saw each other, I’ve been thinking of cute nicknames for you; since you call me sweetheart. Aarbear is my favourite just because you remind me of a teddy bear. Just so snuggly and cute.”

“Snuggly and cute? Sweetheart, have you taken a good look at me? I’m the farthest thing from that don’t you think?” Aaron playfully countered as he relished in their playful banter. “You know what? Yeah, I have taken a good look at you and if I say so for myself you always look dashing and,” Her train of thought was cut off when she gasped out loud and saw the coat he was wearing, “And I thought I told you to wear the pink suit I got you! Why didn’t you?”

By that time, they had already reached the public parking that was allocated for the food truck event, Aaron looked at her chuckling as he thought she wasn’t serious about her little plan for the pink suit she gifted him; but upon seeing her expression which consisted of a frown with her wobbly lips and a furrowed brow, he knew that it was serious and important to her. Hoping to appease her feelings, Hotch then lifted his hand up to rub on her cheek gently and as she nuzzled herself deeper into his warmth, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I might have mentioned it before, but I don’t really know how to pair up clothes, you know? That’s why my suits and slacks have always matched.”

Placing her chin centre on his palm, she shoots him a smile as her upset expression now melting into an excited one as she speaks, “Does that mean I get to dress you up? I get to rifle through your wardrobe?” Removing herself from his hold, they both tried to ignore how empty it felt when they were not within each other’s reach; but to help diminish the emptiness they felt Y/N then laced her hand with his large one and grinned, “Next time we go out for a date, we go to your house first so I can dress you up and make you even more handsome! Oh there’s this new sweater line that came out and I wanna see how the sweater brings out the brown in your eyes.”

“Already planning our next date, sweetheart? You already want me around you that much?” Unsure of whether he can handle the truth of her answer, Aaron kissed her knuckles as he made his way out of the car and opened the passenger door for her. Leaping out to wrap her arms around his large figure as she hummed against his shoulder, “I sure do, Aarbear. So hopefully you don’t get sick of me right away.”

“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, sweetheart,”  Aaron reassured her as they began walking towards the plethora of food trucks that were present in the little festival going on, “Besides, the only thing I plan on getting sick on is a ton of cotton candy. Was raspberry your favourite flavour?”

Failing to hide how giddy she was at his sincere revelation, she smiled as she laced her fingers with his and dragged him to where the food truck that sold cotton candies were. “I do like the grape-flavoured ones, do you have a favourite?” It was in that moment that Aaron wished he had a camera permanently lodged into his brain so he could capture the way her eyes sparkled as she inquired more about his interests. He hummed as they stood in line in front of the food truck, “I don’t think I’ve explored enough of these flavours to have a definite favourite.”

Her gasp paired with the soft tap on the shoulder was another thing that was quickly becoming a favourite of Aaron’s. Upon reaching the front of the line, Y/N took charge and ordered three kinds of cotton candy. As she reached down for her wallet, she was caught off guard at how quick her date was in tapping his own credit card against the machine. 

“Aaron! Why didn’t you let me pay?”

The two walked a few feet away and sat down on the bench nearby before he smiled and pinched some cotton candy and offered it to her, “Now what kind of man would I be if I even let you touch your wallet throughout our date?” 

Returning the favour by feeding him some cotton candy as well, she pursed her lips as she concluded, “A handsome gentleman, still. And don’t ever think differently.” From there on they fell into an easy conversation which ranged from childhood shenanigans to workplace happenings. For Y/N this was a complete 360 switch to see Aaron’s eyes crinkled in joy and his posture relaxed; seeing him so serious and stiff on their first meeting gave her the impression he’d be too uptight. In her mind, she’d do anything to keep the beautiful smile on his face. “Wait, so Garcia was able to access the file that I didn’t know the password to?”

“Took her less than five minutes to do that, sweetheart,” Aaron informed her as the two wiped their mouths of any crumbs and threw the container in the trash before strolling once more to get more food, “What else are you in the mood for?”

“Can we get some tacos? It’s been quite a while since I’ve had some,” With that Aaron led the way as he spotted the specific truck sooner, “So Garcia can hack into anything?” As they stood in line in front of other patrons, Y/N made sure to only whisper her question so as to not attract any unwanted attention from curious ears, something that did not escape Aaron’s observant nature and something he appreciated.

“Absolutely, it only takes her about ten minutes to do so. There’s rarely anything she can’t crack,” He answers, however he’s left more puzzled as she stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, “Do you think she can hack into something for me?”

“What exactly do you need to get hacking into, sweetheart?”

At that, her glossed up lips — which compared to last time that was a soft red shade, this time around she had a flushed pink hue with a slight shimmer to it — formed a pout as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she recounts, “Because I signed up for Snapchat a year ago and then now I forgot which password I used to it, it reached to a point where I’ve tried so many times that they told me I’m no longer allowed to try guessing. And I wanna get access back to it because everytime I take a cute selfie of myself I send it there.”

 By the end of her story, they reached the front of the line and Aaron paused their conversation for a while to order for the two of them; his heart fluttered when Y/N patted his shoulder gently as she whispered, “Extra cheese on mine, please.”

Once they were handed their food, the two stepped away and once again found a bench to give them privacy. Before even taking a bite from her taco, she faced him and her face was once again etched with concern, “So? Do you think Garcia will help me? I can give her a cute little outfit in the boutique if she does. Or whatever else she wants, promise.”

Smiling at her as he allowed his first bite to go down before replying, “I’m sure she’d love to assist you even without the promise of repayment.” She was midbite when she looked up at Aaron, cheese at the side of her mouth as she seemed confused with what he meant before he clarified as he wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “I’ll let her know you need help, sweetheart.”

Shrieking out of excitement wasn’t the only way she expressed her relief but also with the way she tried her best to wrap her arms around him without causing both their tacos to crack as they hit the ground, “Thank you, Aar! Can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that! Do you think Garcia will like cupcakes or cookies more? I’ve been meaning to bake since it’s been a while, you know.”

“I know for a fact she wouldn’t mind either one, sweetheart,” He leaned closer as if he was sharing a secret and whispered in her ear, “But I do know you and her will get along well.”

Her nose scrunched up in excitement as she shimmied her shoulders in a little dance, “You did mention she likes little quirky gadgets and she dresses a lot like I do. Maybe she and I can go shopping sometime? You mentioned you work with other ladies too right? Alexa and GG?”

“Alex and JJ, sweetheart,” He gently corrects her as threw his napkin after finishing his taco in the nearby bin, “But yes, I’m sure they’d love to meet you. Maybe in the near future we can set that up?”

Her excited nod caused some of the taco sauce to spread past her lips, prompting Aaron to wipe the sides of her mouth as she replied, “Do you think they’d like me though? Some people I’ve met before say I’m too much or you know,” The slight pause between her train of thought made him worry about what previous perceptions were about her so he encouraged her on, “Know what exactly, sweetheart?”

Perhaps it was the way he gently coaxed her or the way he rubbed her back was full of care but it got her talking as she mentioned, “It’s just, people like my friends say that I’m dumb, that I’m no fun to be around with,” She sniffled a little which proved to be the wrong thing to do as it accidentally got some sauce on her nose, to which she scowled a little and threw the wrapper away and she felt a sudden wave of shyness take over her as Aaron was quick to wipe by her nose, “I don’t have very many people who stay — except for my family, I guess, but they don’t really have that much of a  choice — so I don’t know,” She looks up at him and it was only then that Aaron got a good look of her eyes that had a glimmer of both hope and sadness, “I’d really like for you to stay, Aar.”

“I’d like that too,” Came his immediate reply as he brought her into his warm embrace, tucking her head underneath his chin as he tried to get across every ounce of affection he had had for her, “I promise I’ll keep you close to me, sweetheart.”

Slightly detaching herself from his hold to take a good look on his face, she smiled up at him, “Have I ever mentioned that you’re one of the most handsome men in the world? If not the most? Like, inside and out,” She pulled away fully from his embrace and frowned as she recalled her statement, “No wait, I don’t think it works that way. Do you mind being called beautiful? I know some guys are uncomfortable with that. Or maybe I can call you a pretty boy?”

Shaking his head at her silly antics he just kissed her forehead and teased her, “I thought Aarbear was the nickname you had for me?”

“I guess that’s just one of the struggles for when you’re the most perfect man in the world, hm? Having too many options for a nickname since you’re everything good,” she giggled. 

Just as he was about to reply with some sort of a witty comeback, the shrill tone of his phone broke them out of their trance. Dread filled his gut immediately at the thought of a case whisking him away from a great date; he shot her an apologetic expression before saying, “Sorry,” And answering the phone and being pleasantly surprised that it was just Jess calling, “Jess? Is everything alright?”

Deciding to keep herself preoccupied while Aaron tends to his call, Y/N mindlessly grabbed for his free hand and slowly traced over the lines on his hand and smiled upon noticing how much larger his hand was and when she lined up her hand against his, she rubbed the skin of it and realised that she could get used to the warm feeling of his touch.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” Aaron apologised as he pocketed his phone and that seemed to break her out of her trance as she looked up at him and mirrored the small frown he was sporting, “That was Jess, she’s the aunt of my son. She said he awoke from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Apparently, he’s been asking for me and refuses to go back to sleep until he sees me.” 

“Then you should go to him,” Was her instant reply as she stood up on her feet and held out her hand for him to take, “Let’s go to your sweet boy, Aarbear.”

Taking her by the hand, he smiled at her as he led the way back to the car he decided to check in with her, “I’m sorry to spring this on you, sweetheart, but I’m a single father to a five year old.”

Upon being helped into the passenger seat she waited for Aaron to buckle himself in beside her before asking, “So what’s he like? And what’s his name?” The unit chief could not hold back the smile from how sincere she was in her curiosity. “Jack is a talented soccer player, he’s slowly getting into music and he can’t wait to audition for their spring play. I will say though he takes a lot of traits from his mom, which might be a good thing for him, honestly.”

Scoffing in offence, she gently scolded him, “Do not talk about yourself in that way, Aarbear! You’re smart, kind, funny, always keeping alert and all that. You have a lot of good qualities, you know.” There was a comfortable silence that took over for a few minutes before they were at a red light where it got Y/N thinking, “Wait, so if you have a son he has a mother, right?”

“I do believe that is how biology works, sweetheart,” His lighthearted joke was his attempt to soften the upcoming difficult conversation they were definitely going to have  in light of her recent discovery of his son. 

“Where is his mom then? Wait,” She panicked as she looked at him and gently held onto his forearm, “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’m making you cheat on your wife. That I’m not the other woman.”

Her somber pout while adorable made his heart clench as he realised she was concerned about what Haley meant to him as it shows how serious their relationship is to her. So he reached over the console and rubbed her knee comfortingly, “You’re not the other woman, sweetheart. Jack’s mother, Haley, is not in the picture.”

“Why not? Is she okay?”

Her kind nature came through once more and every time Aaron has a glimpse of it, it makes him feel like he’s in this trance-like dream where his dream woman came to life by merely manifesting it. “She unfortunately passed away. We had this unsub — bad guy — who went after me and my family.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Aar,” Y/N sympathized once Aaron was parking his car in their assigned stall. Once parked he looked at her and there was a slight tremble in his lips as he shared with her, “She was killed, and he was about to go after Jack but I was able to put a stop to it before doing so.”

“You saved Jack,” She reminded him of his heroic act as she smoother over his trembling lips with her thumb as she tried to comfort him the same way he did her everytime she nearly spiralled into overthinking negatively, “You didn’t kill Haley, the bad guy did. That’s not your fault, okay?”

Slightly rotating his head so he could press a quick kiss to her palm, he smiled at her, “Thank you for that reminder, sweetheart; I needed that.” 

Feeling the heat creeping up her cheeks she smiled too and grinned before gasping out, “Wait, we’re here already, right?” At his confirming hum, she then quickly said, “We need to get to your boy!”

Aaron found himself frowning not because their moment was cut short, but he was unable to open the door for her and escort her out of the vehicle. Upon reaching the elevator of the building, he noticed Y/N was bouncing on her heels as if she were nervous. Just as he was about to check in on her, the elevator had a soft ping and opened the doors to reveal that they were on their floor. Gently placing his hand behind her back, he led her to their apartment and he hated that his sweaty hands slightly dampened her dress; but she didn’t seem to mind it and instead unknowingly calmed him down by smiling brightly at him.

Upon entering their living space, Aaron could vaguely hear Jess keeping Jack occupied by talking to him. “Jack? Buddy? I’m home,” Aaron called out gently as he made his way by the hallway while Y/N settled by their couch as she didn’t want to intrude any more than she already had.

Almost instantly the sound of pitter patter of tiny feet, “Dad!” Jack ran towards his father’s embrace and Aaron opened his arms as he allowed his son to nuzzle into his neck and carry him. “How are you feeling, bud? Aunt Jess said you couldn’t go to sleep?”

He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he frowned, “Yes, had a nightmare, dad. I was so scared I couldn’t get back to sleep with you.” As Jack laid down his head on his father’s shoulder that’s when he noticed a pretty girl sitting. “Who is she, dad?”

Y/N smiled warmly as she waved, Aaron sat him and his son on the armchair near the sofa she was sitting at and mentioned, “This is Y/N, she’s my friend, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack,” She held out his hand for a shake and while she understood that kids are naturally shy, especially around people they’re unfamiliar with, she was thoroughly surprised when he shook her hand and had a shy smile on his cute little face.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jack,” When he retracted his hand she took a good look at him before mentioning, “You look like a princess.”

Indulging him she then leaned a little closer and playfully whispered, “Don’t say it out loud, this princess just snuck out to meet with her prince.” Jack giggled at her silly reply and mirrored her actions and came a little closer, “And? Where is he? Did you get your happily ever after?”

“Not yet,” She replied as she shyly smiled and took a quick glance at Aaron, “The story isn’t done yet. But you do know what a princess needs? A knight of shining armour who can be her best friend! Can we be friends, Jack?”

Looking up at his father, he shot Aaron a questioning look and inquired, “I know Y/N’s your friend but can I be her friend too?” Feeling his heart warm up at the way how gentle and considerate Y/N was to Jack — knowing that she couldn’t automatically assume Jack will see her as a friend and instead she’d have to earn it — paired with Jack’s interest in getting to know her, he smiled down at his son as he steadied his grip on his growing toddler who seemed to be wiggling a little at the excitement of having a new friend, “I’m more than alright with that, Jack. But it’s up to you, okay, bud?”

Nodding at his father before facing Y/N once more, Jack showed her his toothy grin that came out every time his father told him a silly joke before concluding, “I’d love to be your knight friend, Y/N. Does that mean we’ll go on adventures?”

Giggling and clapping her hands in delight, Y/N nodded before calming down and saying, “We sure can, Sir Jack! But maybe after you’ve had a good night’s sleep? That way we both will be energised and ready for whatever adventure comes our way?”

Right on cue, Jack let out a little yawn that Aaron partially thought Y/N induced out of him by mentioning he had to sleep, “Okay, I can’t wait for our adventure already!”

“After a good night’s sleep, okay, bud? I’m gonna put you to bed now,” Jack didn’t fight his father much and instead curled his arms around his neck, signalling that he wanted to be carried back to bed. As Aaron stood up, Jack unclasped one of his hands and waved at Y/N and smiled, “Bye, princess Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Sir Jack.”

Once the two men disappeared into the hall, Jessica came into view and walked towards her. Taking initiative Y/N reached out for her hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Aaron mentioned you were Jack’s aunt.” 

Shaking her hand, she confirmed, “Yeah, I’m Jessica. I’m Jack’s mom’s sister. Did he mention Haley to you?”

A sincere, sombre expression washed over her face as Y/N pulled Jess in for a hug, “He did, and I’m so sorry about what happened to her. From what he’s told me, Haley was such a lovely soul.” Noticing that Jess tensed slightly at the hug but relaxed because she didn’t realise how good a hug can be from someone earnest; which is why Jess was puzzled when they pulled away and Y/N had a frown. “I didn’t ask first before hugging you, sorry ‘bout that. My family did always say I was such a big hugger.”

“Don’t worry about it,” The blonde woman reassured her as she reached out and held Y/N’s hand, “I appreciated the hug and your kind words.” Beaming brightly at that, she looked down at their hands and her sharp eye couldn’t miss the blouse Jess was wearing and noticed, “Are you wearing Nanette Lepore?” Taking her aback, Jess then had her mouth open in surprise as she was unsure how to respond to that. Y/N, however, took this opportunity to babble on, “You have a good eye! She really shocked everyone when she revealed that her fall spring collection was mostly going to be perfumes but I was really excited to buy one, but shipping costs are a pain in the butt.”

“I’m sorry but our conversation took quite a turn here,” Jess tried to steer their conversation and Y/N smiled as she explained, “Oh sorry, I get so excited when the topic is fashion and all that. I work at a boutique, always thinking about designing my own clothes, but I don’t know.”

It was then that Aaron walked in the room, “Sorry for the delay, Jack requested quite a few stories tonight.” Placing a hand on his date’s shoulder and facing Jess with a tight-lipped smile, “Jess, I appreciate you looking out for Jack tonight. I was out on a date with Y/N earlier and I hope that it won’t  cause too much of an issue between us.”

Jess appreciated Aaron’s vulnerability at the moment as she knew how bad her brother-in-law’s mindset and confidence was following Haley’s passing. He was deep in his belief that he was unable to open up to someone and if he ever did, they’d walk out on him after having a good, long conversation with him. Reaching out to rub his forearm that she couldn't  help but notice was colder than usual before smiling, “I know, Aaron. And can I say just how lovely Y/N is.”

“Oh oh, before I forget,” Y/N reached for her bag and fished for something and made her way back over to them and handed a card to Jess, “Next time, please do swing by in the boutique. I’d love to give you some clothes that will really go well with your style! Plus, it’d be fun just chatting up with you and there’s a cute little cafe nearby too.”

Taking the calling card and looking at it first before pocketing it, Jess smiles as she hugs Aaron and gives the same affection to Y/N before parting ways, “I’ll definitely give you a call when I can swing by, okay? Enjoy your evening, guys.”

As she was putting on her coat and slinged her bag over her shoulder she looked at Aaron, “Oh and Aaron?” The man raised his eyebrows and just as he was about to ask what’s wrong Jess winked at her, “I think you found yourself a keeper.”

With that, Jess allowed the two lovebirds their privacy, the two snuggled with each other on the couch but just as they made each other comfortable Y/N looked up at Aaron and had another confused pout, “What did Jess mean when she said you found a keeper? Did you lose a tupperware container?”

Aaron chuckled lightly at her question before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and shrugged, “I’m not too sure too, sweetheart. I’ll ask her the next time she swings by.”

Deciding to let go of the topic, she then nuzzled her cheek into his chest as her hand mindlessly drew random shapes on his chest; it was Aaron that broke the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry our first date didn’t exactly go as planned. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

Looking up at him through her lashes she smiled at him and gently shook her head, “It’s okay, Aarbear. I had fun at the food truck festival. If I only knew I was going to be meeting sweet boy Jack, I’d buy him a few cotton candy flavours.”

“I’m sure your sweet personality made up for the lack of treats you gave him, sweetheart,” He tickled her sides gently to elicit giggles from her and when she did he wished he recorded it as it was such a joyous sound, “Besides, he will be looking forward to some princess-knight adventures you two will be having.”

“Is that okay with you though? I’ve read some stories where kids don’t like it when their parents date someone else. I don’t wanna come across as evil or anything,” She worried and now she stopped her movements and just looked at Aaron with worried eyes. 

This time it was Aaron who had his hand rubbing her back gently to coax her back into her relaxed state, “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see how at ease Jack was when you were talking to him earlier? I don’t see any scenario where he would treat you unkindly and you to him.”

Nodding her head softly she then leaned against his shoulder once more as she said, “Okay, but if he ever tells me or you that he needs some space from me, I’m gonna do it. And you can’t stop me from doing it.”

Humming as a reply, Aaron appreciated how Y/N was respectful of Jack’s boundaries. They were basking in a comfortable silence before Y/N asked, “Did you really have a great time with me, Aar?”

“Of course,” Came his immediate reply, “Did I give the impression that I didn’t?” He felt calm when she gently shook her head and sighed out before sadly recollecting, “No, you didn’t. But I just went on dates before where it ended up with them just calling it a night right away. They’d mutter under their breath that they can’t handle being around me for any longer.”

Her quiet sniffles had him fearing that she thought this was how their relationship too was gonna go; choosing to reassure her, he lifted her chin with his hooked finger and looked serious yet loving as he spoke, “I’m sorry to hear you’ve been on terrible dates with terrible boys. But let me reassure you that I do not, in any way, think of you in that way. Can I tell you a secret?”

Looking at him with curious eyes she nodded as he took his queue to reveal to her, “You bring so much happiness and joy in my life. I don’t think you can ever be those mean things that they said. In fact, I think you’re all I could ever need and want.”

Having to bite back her smile as she tried to not show how his words affected her she smiled and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, “You’re too sweet to me, Aaron.” She bit her lip before continuing her train of thought, “Would it be too soon to say that I like you a lot? Like, I know it’s only been nearly two weeks since we’ve talked to each other but you make me so happy. Whenever I get a text from you I smile so wide, it even got to the point where Phoebe has to tell me to stop smiling and giggling too much because it might creep out other customers.”

Laughing along her story as she did so, he shook his head as he shared, “I feel what you mean, sweetheart. I have to be careful of my reactions everytime my phone rings because of you. Which is hard to do around profilers.”

“Wait, profilers? Is that the ones who try to understand the bad guys or the ones who just do the research on how to find the bad guy?”

Chuckling as he found her confusion unfortunately adorable he clarified, “We do a little bit of both, sweetheart.” She gasps out loud as she frowns, “You do both? That sounds exhausting!”

“Well thinking of you does make me feel less tired, sweetheart,” Rubbing her cheek softly as he took in her features led him to focus on her lips that he had thought about kissing ever since they met, “Would it be too soon if I told you I wanted to kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Not at all,” Came her instantaneous reply, “I’d love for you to kiss me, Aar.” 

And with her consent he gently pulled her in softly by the cheek, tightening his hold on her without hurting her and slanted his lips overs. Feeling her smile into the kiss as she held onto his shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. Their lips felt warm and like puzzles fitting into place, after both of their initial shyness they both opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to entangle in a sweet dance as their hands took in every part of themselves that were new to each other. 

The couple poured all of the unspoken feelings they both were too frightened to share — all the premature love and companionship — was made evident by their sweet kiss that felt natural. Despite her unwillingness to do so, she had to slowly detach herself from his lips as she had to gasp for breath. Her fingers ended up playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck and while she separated from his lips, she couldn’t pull away from his hair as she looked up at him, “That might be the best first kiss I’ve ever had with someone.”

Pleased with her conclusion, Aaron quickly littered sweet pecks all throughout her face before placing a long, loving kiss on her lips before nodding in agreement, “And the best part about it is that that’ll be just the first of our many kisses, sweetheart.”

[junedenim]

explode behind my eyes

the consequence of public bathrooms

warnings: smut, age gap, facefucking & stuff

word count: 2.5k

It was just a run-in. Two acquaintances at a bar at the same time. At least, that's what you tell yourself. The run-in is planned without actually being planned. The sort of thing where he—Alex, you had learned—tells you as he left your apartment building. If you happen to be there at this time, I might be there.

You had been to the bar before. Might have taken home someone from the bar. It seemed like the natural place to do it. The bar was the fancy kind. The kind where you and your friends batted your eyelashes at a Wall Street guy until they bought you a drink. The atmosphere is gaudy, but you like how the air tastes of leather. It was a taste you couldn't explain but it made sense.

He is there when you arrive, dressed in similar attire as the night before, but this time with his suit jacket on and a black button-down with white stripes. He would blend in with most of the crowd if it wasn't for that buzzed head and dark sunglasses. There was some image to be maintained. A shield of sorts.

You had thought about bringing a friend but now you're glad you didn't. It feels right to assume that you'd fuck tonight. A guy doesn't invite a girl to a bar to dance. Not looking like that anyway. And a girl doesn't come dressed as you do (a mini-skirt that your mother would scream if she saw you in and a perfectly respectable button-down of your own; you look like you're going for a job interview at 1-800-SLEAZY) and not expect a lay.

He already has a drink. Scotch or whiskey or something, you couldn't tell the difference. He leans his arms on the bar and he looks like a pimp. His hand around the glass catches your attention. You aren't someone to be swept away by hands. You aren't a believer in the hand to penis size correlation but the way it wrapped around the low glass gave you a feeling. A good feeling. 

His fingers sweep up the side of it like it swept up the side of you. You are landing yourself in trouble staring too long but he had the eyes of nearly every girl in the bar and you were—you hoped—the only one who had the right of way to approach him.

You step forward and shim through the crowd. There is a space next to him open. A space for you, no doubt. You slide in next to it and place your arm on the bar, leaning your side into it. His head turns and you wish to peer into those brown eyes like the night before. His shades prevented you. He grins so you smirk and bite your lip. "I've arrived," you announce in a hushed tone.

"I see that." His lips lower and he is teasing you with how he is hiding from you.

You look him up and down like you are taking him in for the first time. "Is that so?" You reach up and pluck the sunglasses from his face. His eyes blaze back at you. They are suggestive and he isn't hiding anything from the way he is looking. You slide them onto your face.

"Stealing property from me?" His head is low, at your level. You feel his breath on you as he speaks and it only seems natural to think you might kiss at any moment. It was thrilling. You had forgotten the teasing that can come with this kind of thing. Most men were predictable. Alex was a riddle that played games. Maybe it was an age thing. 

You pout your lips. They're plump and glossy, inciting for a kiss, the kind you would want to dive in for. "You gonna do something about it?"

Right when one would think we would make a move—kiss you, fuck you, take his glasses back—he turns toward the bartender and orders a refill, "Another Old Fashioned please." You roll your eyes and giggle. He is playing a game and he's good. "What would you like? A lemonade? Fruit punch?"

"Ha ha," you say dryly. You turn to the bartender, "Gin & tonic." You wanted a strawberry daiquiri but he'd probably make fun of you for it and you're trying to prove a point. You turn to Alex and say, "On his tab, of course."

"Oh, of course," he sarcastically says. He's cute like a boy playing schoolyard games. "Are you even old enough to drink?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help but smile wider. "Are you implying you would fuck an underaged girl?"

"I never said anything about fucking you." He said this as he was inches from your face. His lips begged for a kiss.

"Just supplying me with alcohol?" Your intentions were clear, his intentions were clear. It was only a matter of time.

"You ordered the alcohol. I was happy to order you a pink lemonade." His hand skims your arm and you thought he might just—

The bartender placed your two drinks down and you both lifted and sipped them quickly. 

Alex placed his empty glass back on the bar, a noise ringing out from the slam. "Bathroom?"

"Yeah."

He was fast, running off before you even had a chance to place your glass down. You rushed after him like a mouse scurrying through a house. He reaches back with a hand and a grin. He pulls you through the crowd to the back, slipping into the bathroom. 

He pushes you through first then locks the door. The bathroom is sleek and looks freshly clean. You wonder if they send a custodian in here between uses. There's enough counterspace to fuck on. You see the only imperfection in the room: stray sands from a line of white dust.

Your eyes are still on the counter when he finally reaches out and smothers you with his lips. He pushes you up against the counter. You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his touch as you push hard against one another.

Alex pulls at the bottom of your shirt, tugging for you to take the shirt off. You part, crossing your arms over to the ends, and stripping the shirt off. "You want to see my tits?"

His eyes could stare holes through your bra with how intensely he's looking down on them. "Fuck yeah. Thought about seeing them since last night. You know, since you wouldn't let me into your apartment." He reached behind you and fiddled with the hook. You could tell his eyes were looking in the mirror behind you to help him out.

"That's because of my roommate—"

He interrupts, meeting your eyes again, "Like your roommate overhearing would have been less public than having me finger you in the stairwell?"

"Well..." You bite your fingernail, unable to counter.

"Uh-huh." He smirked and took his sunglasses off your face finally making eye contact again. 

His mouth crashes down onto yours once more. You wrap your legs around him as he lifts you up by your hips onto the counter, his hands hot against your skin. He kisses down, mouthing at your neck, then your breasts. 

A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. His hands shove your skirt up your thighs and his mouth is on yours again. He reaches down and pinches your left nipple and you moan into his mouth—a noise that he eagerly mirrors. From zero to sixty in sixty seconds or less.

He puts the other hand between your legs and rubs you through the lace that separates you, stroking up and down slowly. You throw your head back against the mirror, tilting your face to the ceiling, drowning in the sensation.

You snap back into action and lift your head. "I'm not fucking you in this bathroom."

He was playful and he smirked. "Then, what are we doing in this bathroom?" His fingers played deeper with the lace, moving it aside, exposing your core.

You shove your hands down between you two and cover yourself. He removes his hand and steps away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It seems like a mood killer. You think he thinks his teasing had gone too far and based on the remorseful look on his face, he fears he misinterpreted your words for teasing remarks.

The space he left between you made it easy for you to slide off the counter and onto your knees. "No, no. I just want to return the favor."

His worry dissolved and morphed into a smirk. "Oh, yeah."

You looked up at him; wide-eyed, wide smile, awaiting to pull open his pants. You reached up and hung your hands off his belt. "Uh-huh," you mocked. You taunt him with the slow nature for which you undo his belt. The metal clangs and he reaches down to slide his tongue between your lips. You suck on it like a lollipop and something about the whole ordeal—whether your lips around the knuckle or the bedroom-gaze eyes you send up at him—pulls a moan out of him. 

You kiss the edge of it and yank his zipper down. You tug on his waistband an inch to free his cock. It stares you in the eye. Long. Girthy. Erected. You kiss the tip as you had done with his thumb. You aim to be seductive as you kiss slowly on his length down to his sack. His breathing is heavy but nothing dismisses from his mouth. It is unpleasant. You want him to beg after he made you beg. You sit back on your feet. "Now?"

"Now?" He questions back. His eyes are wide and his bewildered by the wishy-washy sense of your behavior.

You shrug. "What shall I do now?" 

He chuckles at the innocence you attempt to showcase as if less than 24 hours ago he wasn't fingering you outside your apartment door. As if you aren't on your knees right now. He accepts the bait and reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of your hair. "Now you blow me or I could fuck your tits. Whichever you prefer."

You shake your head insistently. "You will not be fucking my tits. I don't need that all over me."

He slaps your left boob. Not violently, just playfully. He pulls on your nipple, seeming to get filled with pleasure playing with your breasts and watching you squirm. "But they're such beautiful tits."

You stay stern and shake your head. "But that wouldn't be fair to my mouth."

"Oh," he exclaims like it is a big shock. "You want me to fuck your mouth?"

You shrug. "Or I could leave?"

He slowly shakes his head. "No. Not that." He pushes on the back of your head, closer, closer until your mouth wraps around him. He lightens his touch but guides you further down his length. He's delicate and while you're charmed by that—the way this man looks rough and tuggered but he is soft and serene—you'd like for him to take you away. There's no fear in it, maybe because you're trusting of him, but you want him. Deeply.

You pop off him and grab his length, holding the wetness in your hand. "If you want to fuck my mouth then fuck it."

He almost seems shocked by the comment but nothing you say is much of a shock anymore. He compiles, of course. Your lips wrap around him again and he pushes on you, forcing you down on him. Then, he starts thrusting into you. It's hard but not pounding. He touches the back of your throat and the way you almost gag turns you on more than it should. He's moaning roughly. The kind you'll think about when you're alone at night and in need of relief. You crave it, chasing it completely. It's why you allow for your spit to dribble down your cheek.

His hand pulls on her hair, yanking you off of him. He looks ardently down at you—drooled and with fervor. "Do you know how fucking hot you are?" You giggle at his enthusiastic delivery. "Seriously?"

You rub your hand up and down him, which makes him groan lowly. "Your erection gave me that idea." He smirks and pushes you down onto him. It's fast and unforgiving and you love it. He's moaning, which is making you moan. It's copious and charged with desperation on both sides.

"You're so fucking good," he mutters. He has a hold on you and won't let go.

He's close, his hips are erratic and his hands are tightening. Then, there's a knock on the door.

"Aw, fuck," he groans.

You pull away from him and yell, "Someone's in here!" You return your mouth to around him, sucking, wanting him to finish in your mouth.

It is unexpected for someone to yell back, "Yeah, you've been in there for 10 minutes!"

You take yourself off him again to respond. Evidently, you pull back at the wrong time as Alex grunts under his breath and cums on your tits. You try not to have a reaction, but your jaw slacks open in disgust. Alex murmurs a "Shit" and whoever is at the door knocks loudly again.

"Fuck off!" You yell back. You're not sure if it's for the man at the door or the spunk on your chest.

Alex tries to calm himself. His breathing is still heavy and he is leaning on the sink behind you. "I'm sorry."

You sigh. "It's fine. If you could just—" But he's already one step ahead of you, grabbing a paper towel and cleaning his jizz off of you. You smile softly at him. You whisper to him, "Thank you." You notice how delicate he is with you as he carefully rubs your chest.

He helps you stand up and you can't help but be wooed by it in some way. The contrasting ways he operates; shoving his cock down your throat one minute then helping you up with the tug of his hand the next. 

Alex tucks himself back into his pants as you fix your skirt. Your eyes wander around the room until he says, "Looking for this." Your bra dangling from his hand.

You smile as a thank you and he tosses the bra your way. You hook it on and then pull your shirt back on. You both wash your hands, stealing stares and smirking at one another in silence. It's an appealing method for getting both of you fired up again.

When you walk out of the room, he holds his hand on the small of your back, and you can't help but wish he would be tempted to go lower and squeeze your ass. The man outside the bathroom can't comment on two people leaving the one-person bathroom since he enters with a group behind him, all likely heading to do a line. 

From behind you, Alex whispers right next to your ear, "Why are we always getting interrupted?"

You sigh out of disgruntleness. Your core is still hot and heavy. "Maybe because we're always in public or it's your way of telling me you wouldn't last long in bed."

He chuckles lowly into your ear. "We've never done it. How would you know?"

"Well, why don't you take me back to your place?"

He chuckles again. "Yeah, soon. Promise."

*

a/n: i'm just going to have bald alex fuck in public spaces for the next like 50 fics because i have too many ideas. he is never fucking in a bed if i can help it.

[auras-moonstone]

Hii I have a request 😊😊. Can u write something based on the line from my tears ricochet that says “you had to kill me but it killed you just the same” and either Ethan or y/n can be the one to kill each other whichever ur feelin!! And maybe y/n can be related to a past killer like jill or smt… whatever ur feelin 🥰🥰

three years since folklore came out, and i still can’t comprehend how taylor swift wrote this song and then expected us to move on. anyways, hope you like it🫶🏻🤍

my tears ricochet — ethan landry

word count: 489

pairing: gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

based on: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

Y/N ROBERTS KNEW THAT THE SIGNS HAD BEEN TOO OBVIOUS AND THE BLAME WAS ON HER FOR IGNORING THEM. All of the times he was conveniently missing during an attack, or when he magically appeared to save her just in time. It had been right in front of her face that Ethan Landry, her boyfriend, was one of the killers.

“I trusted you, Ethan. I defended you to my friends. I do not deserve the hell you gave me.” she tried not cry and shake as she held her knife high. Ethan had cornered her, and not precisely to talk. He was going to kill her. “I loved you.”

“I love you too, baby. And you can get out of this alive, you just have to join us. Make your older sister proud” Ethan tried to persuade her, he really did not want to kill her.

“Jill stabbed me seven times!” Y/N spat in anger. “She killed our mom, tried to kill our cousin. She was a psychopath.”

“Please, Y/N. Just join us.” he begged.

“No” Y/N was not going to change her mind.

“I’m sorry, love, but then you leave me no other choice” Ethan tackled her to the ground, and she fought hard to avoid being stabbed “Stop fighting!” he yelled as she cried and kicked.

Y/N recalled the words Ethan had told her a couple of days ago, in the back of an ambulance, after she had managed to knock out Ghostface all alone in her apartment. “You used to tell me I was brave for fighting the killer on my own.”

Her words broke Ethan, and his gaze fell on the ‘e’ chain that hanged around her neck. He had the same one, only with her initial. It had been a gift from her, for his birthday “I’m sorry. I love you, but I have to do this. For my brother. For my family.”

Her tears turned into his as he pierced his girlfriend’s heart with the knife. Y/N’s sparkling eyes turned lifeless, and her once warm fingers eventually turned cold. The arms that used to hug him tightly fell limp, and the red lips that had explored every inch of his skin were now a shade of blue. The person who had made him feel alive was dead.

It had been a ghostly scene that, even after months, still haunted him. Ethan still cursed her name, wishing she had accepted his offer to run away with him, wishing she had stayed.

When he couldn’t sleep at night, Ethan sometimes talked to her, looking up at the sky. He told her about how his day went, and his rants always ended with an apology. And he always fell asleep listening to the playlist they had made together.

He felt empty. He didn’t understand how it was possible to miss someone so much. He saw her everywhere, everyday. The guilt and regret was burning him alive.

Ethan had to kill her, but it killed him just the same.

[coff-in]

YES! I SEE YOU’RE DOING AND TAKING REQS AGAIN!!!

Reader who is constantly zoning out 25/8 head cannons. Doesn’t matter if they’re eating, drinking, bathing, walking or working; they’re always daydreaming in their head. Constantly running into things or tripping because they’re too preoccupied in their head. They daydream a lot to where sometimes they reenact their thoughts or speak to nobody in particular. Their S/O always has to bring them back or navigate them so they don’t accidentally hurt themselves.

Reader can be G/N, or female if it’s necessary for a gender. I’d like Andrew to be the S/O, but you can throw Ashley in the mix too (separately or together) if you want. I won’t throw shade.

TYYYYY!!!!

notes from coff-in: i've been meaning to answer the asks in my inbox for weeks now, but every time i tell myself 'i should answer asks' i suddenly find myself not doing it. like the more i think about doing something the longer it takes for me to do it. eventually i just sort of stop thinking about it and get focused on other work and then open my inbox and go 'yeah i'll answer these now :)' like i haven't been gone for a month or so. is this normal? the same thing happens when i think about soaking my mushroom log or taking my pills or even when i was younger and had to wear my retainer, i think 'i'll do it later' and then i never do it. i'll think 'i should do it sometime today' and then i never do it. why do i do that? sorry about that, in other news: i have started playing roblox and i like sebastian solace from pressure. big fish :3

[gender neutral] reader-insert

[reader] is so me fr fr. 'maladaptive daydreaming' you mean... uh normal behavior... gottem. i appreciate that you said 's/o' because i've been meaning to write for julia for a while (hussies unite or smth).

andrew would find [reader]'s daydreaming endearing, but would see it as a hassle to deal with often. he's constantly nudging you and gently shaking you to get your attention. he'd also tease you about running into objects and scold you for not paying attention. protective instincts kinda kick in for him :') he does wish you paid more attention to your surroundings and school ("i'm not going to be able to help you with your homework forever," he tells you while doing your homework)

ashley would definitely be annoyed. you should be paying attention to her! she's YOUR girlfriend, asshole! you would need to repeatedly (hourly, even) tell her that you do love her, you are trying to pay attention to her, etc etc. i don't think a maladaptive daydreamer would pair all too well with ashley. maybe.... she would feel comforted that you sorta act the same with others, spaced out and unfocused, but there's always that worry in her that someone else will snap you out of your haze and take your attention away. hang out with ashley, she's just a girl who's fun and whimsical, give her all your attention. do it. DO IT-- (she will laugh at you if you trip on something)

julia :3 i think julia wouldn't mind [reader] constantly zoning out. julia is (as far as we've seen, mind you!!) such a sweet and gentle girl, i honestly think you and her would work out very well. she's gemtly holding your arm or hand and swerving you away from poles and potholes. she taps you so you can focus on your work and if you wanna veg out next to her, she doesn't mind that. love that emo girl

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coff-in

is it a certified coff-in post if i don't rant/vent in the opening notes? anyways please ask me about my opinions on pressure, it's infecting my brain :3

[things-erin-likes]

I know this is wildly different from my usual art posts BUT I have wanted to make it for a long, long time, because I love sharing any knowledge that might help someone else. SO...

If you (A) don't want to spend more than 1 minute on your face routine, (B) don't want to completely change what your face structure looks like with makeup to have a consistent skin appearance and/or (C) have cystic/nodal/regular acne that just doesn't go away no matter what people tell you to do,

then I give to you:

My One Single Product 1 Minute Makeup Tutorial For People Who Don't Wear Makeup

In which I bravely show you my face to illustrate

Before and after on one of my "best" skin days:

It's very likely this is common knowledge for a lot of people BUT I wish I had known it when I was in my teens and struggling with a severe skin condition I thought would eventually go away and never did.

[TLDR: It's a concealer stick that matches your skin]

No, having a skin condition doesn't mean you need to cover it. However, that doesn't mean it can't still hurt your self image, confidence, and relationships with people who give you unsolicited comments on it (because you want to throw them out the window).

SO HERE'S WHAT YOU NEED:

A concealer stick, my preference being Covergirl's CG Smoothers. They're non-comodogenic and somehow seem to help with my acne, maybe just because covering it helps me not pick at it.

Now, I am the pastiest, whitest shade of white, so I use two shades: "Fair" for my face, which has more of a pink hue, and "Neutralizer" (wheeze) for my neck because it gets even less sun than my face, and is both paler and less pink.

You might be able to get along just fine with one tone if you don't get acne on your neck and chest or have a more even skin tone, but the most important thing is to get the shade that matches your skin tone as close as possible.

To do this, either look in a mirror in the most natural light you can find and hold up your hands and arms until you find a spot that matches your face the closest, then compare the makeup in the store to this. OR.... Just bring a little mirror with you to the store.

STEPS:

1. Start with a clean face. (Wipe your face with a wet cloth if you haven't washed your face already that day)

Optional step 2. Put on a little moisturizer if your skin dries out and flakes, like mine does. I'm allergic to my cats so I use a medicated cream in place of moisturizer lmao

3. Swipe the concealer directly onto red spots, scabs, or bumps, and rub it in with your finger making a soft halo that blends in with the rest of your skin.

...and that's it.

You don't have to do your whole face. You're only adjusting the parts that stands out so they blend in and leaving the rest alone. Some days I cover a few spots, other days it feels like my whole face.

It can't always completely everything, but it makes everything much less noticeable. The shape of scabs may still be there:

It won't cover freshly bleeding wounds well, either... But it will cover the red skin around it:

Like with any makeup, always remove it before you go to bed!!! With makeup remover or a cleanser! Cheap, unscented makeup wipes work great for me.

So yeah, I'm 30 and only just now started finally seeing improvement in my own skin because I did my own research and asked a doctor to try treatments for hormonal acne instead of all the antibiotic approaches, meaning I'm on spironolactone and thus also a mandatory birth control. But hey! It's something.

Having control over how my face looks helps my confidence and self image, like controlling how my hair or clothes look. I don't feel like I have to wear it any more than I don't have to wear my hair short, I just like it that way.

I also hope that this might be able to help guys too, or anyone else who feels like they're not "allowed" to wear makeup but still struggle with the look of their own skin, since the lack of any other product means you really don't look like you're "wearing makeup".

Anyway, long post over, time to flee 🏃‍♀️

[fountainpenguin]

can i be honest im so intrigued by ur idea of a dev/trev/bev friendgroup even though you mentioned it maybe twice during ur liveposting

i know its mostly cuz they have basically the same name but i think its funny... saddest soppy wet-est kid in the school, some guy with hair in the ugliest shade of green and a girl who loves football and owns a talk show have something in common, somehow

I think we should go all the way and have a Trev, Dev, Bev, and Kev friend squad. And we can add the random kid who's listed on the kindness chart by the name Whatevs. Just call them The Evs.

It's so stupid, but I genuinely am shocked they all have rhyming names and they aren't a background squad. It is ridiculously funny to me that the vibe I get from Hazel's class is that the creators came up with a bunch of Ev names as their filler (with Dev specifically introducing Trev, Bev, and Kev to Hazel when she gets to school) and Dev himself fits this rhyming pattern.

Dev: Dad, I'm one of the youngest kids in my grade... did you just copy the names the other parents gave their children? Dale: Dale: Dale: No.

Even Devin rhymes with Kevin

I feel like Dev and Kev cross paths sometimes since Kev is a child model / the brand face for a popular soft drink. It also makes sense they wouldn't since being a child model and the son of a billionaire are two different things.

But of the people in Dev's class, it is astronomically funny to me that Dev looked at Trev and Bev and said "I want these regulars" and he doesn't seem particularly into hanging out with Kev.

Anyway, whatever this trio and/or quartet has going on cracks me up. I like that Dev and Trev both have a crush on Bev (Trev was distraught when they broke up in the finale due to Anti-Fairies magically setting Bev up with someone else).

Utterly fascinated that A New Wish canon is that Anti-Fairies don't have to follow Da Rules. Logically that makes total sense, but it's still interesting because we didn't see them pushing this angle in the OG series... but this somehow makes Timmy and Vicky unwishing each other's stuff - something godkids aren't supposed to be able to do iirc - that much funnier. Me, ever since I saw the episode: Why can Foop just tell Vicky that Timmy is a godkid? If he's her godparent, he's not allowed to do that; godkids have to cross paths on their own. Me now: Ahhh...... I understand...

I actually went back and watched, and Trev and Bev are definitely better friends with each other than either is with Dev. Trev and Bev are near each other in a lot of the background scenes. We don't really see them interacting, but they do seem to know each other and/or enjoy each other's company, so I thought it was funny when they were apparently dating (holding hands with hearts in eyes) in the finale.

Meanwhile, Dev rarely approaches either of them beyond being pulled into Hazel's Broadway show, where he's a back-up dancer, which isn't necessarily his choice (especially considering how happy he is in the song despite being a jerk in the other scenes... lmao).

- although he did give Bev double pudding when we know he was being super picky about whom he gave it to, which doesn't necessarily mean anything, but I think it's funny.

Oh, I was gonna post a screenshot but I can't because the red lighting on her pudding-slathered body in that scene sets off my hemophobia and that's even BEFORE the zombie stuff, lmao... Just trust me on this- she has a cup in each hand.

And we KNOW the only person she could've gotten the pudding from is Dev, who is confirmed to have hoarded all the pudding cups and was only giving them to people who impressed him. We even see him take one cup away from Jenkins after giving him two, so he was being SUPER picky.

Look at them... They are The Evs...

I just want them to be friends... They all have fun designs and personality... I think they should play on the playground or go to the movies.

sdkljfsd, Dev is the shortest one in this whole picture. Everyone in this class utterly dwarfs him. Which makes sense, because Hazel started school in this show at age 10 and Dev is 9 until the midpoint in Season 1. He's just a little guy...

Like... Does Trev KNOW Dev has a crush on Bev? I can totally imagine Dev watching them date and being like "Hey... wait a minute."

^ The face you make when you just find out your secret crush is dating your secret squish.

- I CANNOT get over the fact that Dev has a canon squish. He just wants to be Trev's friend so badly but he's too shy to talk to him... That's hilarious. I wish we would explore that, because that's not something you usually get to see explored in media. - ... I am lying. Winn is everyone's squish in this episode and that's also canon. Everyone likes Winn, AS THEY SHOULD. Winn is so friendly and kind, even (and especially) when people are nervous around them. - Dev stop having squishes on his entire class challenge (Impossible). - "Multiverse of Jenkins" except every time Hazel walks past Dev, he's head-in-hands-ing over a new person he wants to befriend but screwed up talking to.

Honestly, looking back on "Wellsington Hotellsington" makes me kind of sad because... it's obvious Dev is trying to make friends in the only way he really knows. He's being a brat and a braggart, but at least he was engaging in conversation. This is one of the only episodes (if not THE only) where he makes a real effort.

Tell us how it's really going, Mr. Many Times Bitten, Many Times Shy. Ahaha... he needs to improve himself.

I really like how we see Hazel have to work to make new friends at school and she puts effort in, so we see why people befriend her, and meanwhile Dev is just... consistently not interacting with people and then sitting around upset he has no friends. He is 9.

Anyway, I just think The Evs' dynamic would be funny to explore. It's got everything you need! Dev being the worst! Bev leading them into action, but mostly to soccer-football games! Trev being super supportive and friendly and kind! Those two dating while Dev third wheels and stares into the camera! Idk what Kev does!

I think Dev should just stand in the middle of all his squishes and say "oh no." This would be a 'fic that resolves absolutely nothing because he just vibrates slightly as sweatdrops roll down his face and he's scared to open his mouth, but I would find it funny.

They are just so silly (to me)...

[ossiethegreat]

• OZ’S 10K DTIYS RESULTS!!! 🌿🍬

Thank you to everybody who participated :)

Okay so this was very hard for me to do because I love all of ur art very dearly and I didn’t want to leave anybody out 💔💔 all of you did so well and I rlly appreciate the support yall give me!!! Tysm!!!

Anyway now to announce the winners :} remember to DM me for the prizes!!

⛧ FIRST PLACE :

@compassiontale DUDE I love ur art so much!!!! It’s so squishy and soft and the colors are very pleasing!! I especially like the atmosphere and also the perspective you did on his face, it looks very nice and well done 💞💞🩷🩷💗💗

I also like how clean and smooth the lineart is, it’s very nice to look at and I could find myself making this my pfp or lockscreen or something 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

And of course the animation 😭😭💗💗 I didn’t expect anybody to animate for this but you did and it turned out very well!! Color’s so cute I just want to squish him to death 🙏🙏😞😞 TYSSMM FOR PARTICIPATING!!!

⛧ SECOND PLACE :

@mintflavoredfemurs GAHH YOUU.. I love ur artstyle so much you have no idea 😭😭💗💗‼️‼️ I rlly love how it looks close to canon, I don’t see a lot of people with this artstyle and I rlly like it!! Idk what it is about it, I just like it a lot and it’s superrrr nice to look at. It turned out rlly well!!! He looks so whimsical I love him

I’d also like to appreciate the rainbow socks 🙏🙏🙏 of course I gotta mention the rainbow socks because he would wear them and I love him for it!!! Thank you so much for participating, I love ur art a lot please never stop drawing 😭😭‼️‼️💞💗💞💗💗

⛧ THIRD PLACE :

@epicsans epic…….. I want to be mean to you but I can’t because ur art is just so beautiful 😭😭😭💞💞💞💞for someone younger than me ur rendering is phenomenal and very eye pleasing 🙏🙏 ur absolutely amazing with lighting and shading idk how you do it man!!! It’s also amazing how detailed ur art is, I can tell you take a lot of time on it and that’s very admirable!!

I really love how detailed the hood fluff is it’s super nice to look at!!! Color looks so pretty I want to smooch his face and give him lots of love 💗💗💗

But yeah ur art is gorgeous tysm for participating and also being my friend!! 😭😭 You’ll never catch me being this nice to you again.

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you all did great!!!

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AGHHHH THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! YOU ALL DID SO GOOD I WISH ALL OF YOU COULD WIN…😭😭💞💗💗💗💗💗

⛧ reminder for the winners to dm me for prizes!!!

Here’s the prizes if yall forgot:

1st : fullbody fully shaded character of choice

2nd : halfbody fully shaded character of choice

3rd : shoulder-up fully shaded character of choice

[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 4

Warnings: public unprotected sex, cheating, fingering, insecurity, jealousy

Three days.

Three long agonizing days go by. I hide out at my parents beach house, unable to stop my pathetic tears or eating my feelings. He doesn’t have my number so he cant text me but I did manage to get his number. Every time I think I want to text him, I remember how he dismissed me to deal with Kiarra.

What did he tell her? Would she stay quiet? Did he see how she looked at him?

On top of everything else, my stupid boyfriend is blowing my phone up about Midsummers. He’s worried about his suit matching my dress. I have to get the right shade or it’ll clash. I’d rather show up in something totally opposite just to piss him and our parents off. I didn’t give a shit about coordinating outfits and pictures for the paper. Not anymore.

I needed to get JJ Maybank out of my head and out of my body. I wished I’d listened to him after the first time and called it off. Letting it just be a one time thing like he said. Now, we were in too deep. I missed him. I craved him. He was stand offish most of the time but he was sweet and charming. He genuinely cared even if it was too much. Even if it would fuck him over in the end.

I hated how torn up I was over a dirty hot Pogue.

My phone rings for the 13th time today and it’s not even two in the afternoon. I groan, answering it without even having to look at the caller ID.

“What, Bryce?” I bite out.

“Good morning to you, too.” Bryce snaps, the irritation clear in his tone.

“It’s two in the afternoon.” I retort, downing the rest of my coffee.

“Whatever. Have you picked up your dress yet?” Bryce asks, like I didn’t read and ignore his 37 texts messages.

“No.”

“I figured. I made an appointment for you to pick it up at four today. So get ready and make yourself decent. You’ll need to get your nails done too.” I ground my teeth until I swore they’d shatter.

“I don’t need you to—.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to lately and I don’t care. This is Midsummers. We get through this and people will leave us alone until we go back to school. Just get your shit taken care of.” Bryce hangs up before I can comment. I slam my phone down on the island, fighting back angry tears.

Might as well get this shit done and over with. It’ll take me two hours to get ready anyway.

I don’t stop the roll of my eyes when the shop owner brings out a pastel pink, high neck, floor length dress. No fucking way.

“You don’t like it? It’s the one Mr. Riley picked out for you.”

“No, I don’t like it. Please bring me anything you have that’s strapless and knee length, as far from that color as possible.” The shop owners eyes nearly bug out at my request but I don’t care. I snatch up a pair of six inch heels and find the dressing rooms at the back of the store. I strip, slipping on the heels in nothing but my thong when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just hang them up and I’ll get them.” I scoff. I wait a moment before opening the door and reaching for the hangers. I furrow my brows when I’m met with nothing and suddenly the door is pulled from my grasp and someone shoves their way inside, locking the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, falling back on my ass on the bench. JJ’s eyes narrow, taking in my nearly naked appearance and heels. Whatever he was going to say seems to leave him as he starts to breathe harder, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel the tension between us. My entire body reacted to his intense gaze. I loved more than anything knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off me no matter where we were.

“You cannot be here.” I hiss, carefully standing and concealing my chest by crossing my arms. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenched like he’s angry.

“Big date?” JJ asks as his eyes lock on my ass in the mirror behind me. He bites his bottom lip as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, looking like he wants to take a bite.

“Midsummers.” I scowl, feeling the heat wash over my limbs. JJ doesn’t comment, just continues to stare at my body with hooded eyes so I push more.

“How’s Kiarra?” My jealousy reared it’s ugly head and my face burned bright red. I didn’t realize how pissed off I was until I had to face him again.

“Don’t worry about Kie.” His calm, dismissive tone only pisses me off further. He doesn’t even look me in the eye when he says it because he’s too busy looking at my pussy. My temper boils over.

“Get out. Get the fuck out. I never wa—.” My angry words are cut off by him wrapping his hand around my throat and yanking me against him, kissing me hard. I shove at his chest, ready to fight when he fists my hair, pinning me against the wall as his tongue dives in my mouth. I kiss him back just as hard and feverishly, biting at his lips while pushing at his firm chest. I knew as soon as he got his hands on me, I’d turn to putty.

He hikes my leg up on the bench, his fingers tugging the strap of my thong to the side and spreading my lips.

“Stop. Not here.” I whimper, terrified of getting caught with him here. My life would be over but my vagina didn’t care as he expertly strokes my clit, smearing my arousal.

“Then you better cum fast.” JJ growls against my lips, his fingers entering me hard. I gasp, fisting his shirt as pleasure erupts all over my body. He presses his lips to mine to silence my moan, just as there’s a knock at the door letting me know my dresses are ready. My body arches off the wall as he curls his fingers.

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For more? For him to stop?

“You ghosted me for three days.” JJ growls, adding a third finger and stretching my pussy painfully wide.

“You have no right to be jealous of Kiarra when you’re shopping for Midsummers to go with your fucking boyfriend.” He strokes my G-spot, my legs threatening to give out as my entire body trembles.

“M-my boyfriend doesn’t look at me the way Kiarra looks at you.” I bite out. His brows furrow, eyes narrowing as he jerks his hand harder. I cum with a sob, dripping from his hand and down my thighs as it wrecks me completely.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I look at you?” JJ whispers, his expression softening just a little as he removes his hands. His eyes become hooded and there’s a pink hue to his cheeks as he pants. My heart swells as I stare back at him, sliding my hands up to grab the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. My insecurity and jealousy seems to melt away as he devours my lips with more intensity. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he snarls, grabbing my ass and grinding his cock against my belly.

“There’s only you.” JJ murmurs, setting off more butterflies inside me.

I wanted him now more than anything. I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath. I quickly slide my hands down, tearing at the button on his shorts and he smiles.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.” I pant, shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs then wrapping my hand around his length.

“You wouldn’t be able to be quiet with how hard I want to fuck you. You drive me fucking crazy.” He spins me, pressing my front to the wall and turning my head to watch us in the mirror. I watched as he guided his bare cock to my entrance, bending his knees just slightly before thrusting upwards inside me. I bite back a moan, my eyes fluttering closed from the delicious full feeling.

“Don’t ever leave my body.” JJ growls, thrusting inside me slow and hard. His hand finds my throat and I completely relax against him, panting against the wall as I watch the pleasure wash over his face.

“I thought you didn’t want this.” I rasp, reaching backwards and clinging to his thigh. I wanted all of him against me. I wanted to feel him sweat. I’d scream and beg except I’d almost forgotten where we were.

“I changed my mind.” His lips find my neck and I clench around him, as it drove me crazy to watch him fuck me in the mirror. To see the way he responded to me. I did that. I drove him crazy. I made him hot and wild and feral with need. Kiarra didn’t do that. I did that.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispers into my ear, giving me chills and making me moan softly.

“No.” I murmur, my body on the brink of another explosive orgasm. JJ grunts into my hair, his hand tightening around my throat as we reach our peaks.

“God, I love these heels on you.” His hips snap forward harder and harder until I can’t breathe as the wave takes me under and he’s moaning into my ear as he paints my insides. Our bodies tremble against each other as my pussy milks him dry. We stay like that for what feels like hours although it’s probably only minutes.

His kisses turn sweeter, his hands caressing every part of my skin he can. I’m almost ready to go again when there’s another knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” I gasp, pushing away from JJ at the sound of Bryce on the other side of the door.

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Surviving the Crash (Part 2)

Fandom: Call of Duty Word count: 1,664 Warnings: not proofread, vague hospital scene, angst Background information: Your callsign is Crow (again) Part 1 Part 3 — — — —

It had been a week since you’d woken up. A week of apologies from Price. You’d told him each time that it was okay and that you didn’t blame him for what happened. You knew the risks of the job; now you had to deal with the consequences. 

Physical therapy was as humiliating and dehumanizing as you imagined it would be. More often than not, you felt like you were getting worse instead of better. Some days, you could walk a few steps. Other days, you couldn’t even stand.

Price wasn’t there as much as he said he would be. It hurt, sure, but you knew he was busy. But there was another part of you that thought that if he wanted to, he would. You thought you were special to him. The way he treated you before the mission, you thought you meant something to him. Why else did he insist on putting you on his team?

You were lying in the same hospital bed when a gentle rap came at the door. Waiting for your answer, the person who knocked poked their head in.

“Hey, love.” It was Price. Your heart ached at the mere sight of him for a reason you didn’t want to know. “I brought you something; it isn’t much, but I thought you’d like it.” Walking to your bedside, he placed a small white and purple box on your lap, allowing you to open it at your own pace. Carefully pulling at the ribbon that held the top on, you opened the box with gentle motions. “What do you think?” He asked, clearly nervous for your reaction.

It was a wood-carved crow painted a deep shade of purple. Turning it to inspect every angle, you noticed it’s imperfections. As you pieced the pieces together, a realization dawned on you.

“Did you make this?” You whispered, looking up to meet his nervous gaze. He gave you a small nod with a smile. “Price.. I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anythin’. I just hope that can bring you comfort even if I’m not here.” He took a step closer to your bed. “The boys miss you. They told me to say hi for them.” “Tell them I miss them too.” You muttered, your eyes focusing back on the crow in your hands.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, neither of you knowing what to say. It was a surprise when his radio flickered to life, giving a reason to end the quiet.

“I’ll visit when I can.” He muttered softly to you. He looked like he wanted to say more but couldn’t bring himself to do so. “Rest up, Crow.” With a nod, he left the room, leaving an emptiness behind. 

A week had passed. Then two. Then three. No matter how many times you told yourself he was busy, the same part from before told you he didn’t care. Wouldn’t he have told you if he was going on a long mission? Or maybe someone would have the decency to tell you, right?

After a month had gone by, you stopped having hope. You knew you needed to focus on getting better anyway. When you were well enough, you’d confront him. 

— — — —

The day of your discharge from the medical wing wasn't anything crazy. Two grueling months in physical therapy had driven you nearly mad, driven only by the fact you could work again when it was all over. The nurses, with their kind words and congratulatory applause, bid you farewell as you strode out of the medical wing. While their well-wishes were appreciated, it wasn't their applause you yearned for.

Your footsteps carried you with purpose towards your barracks, a shared sanctuary nestled amidst the camaraderie of the 141. As you drew near the weathered tent flaps, a symphony of their laughter and loud chatter reached your ears. Their excited voices intertwined, filling the air with an atmosphere of joy that felt alien to you. It was a painful reminder of the life you yearned to reclaim.

“Ay, Gaz! Another round over here!” Soap's voice rang out, his words tinged with excitement that tugged at your heartstrings. The realization hit you like a tidal wave—they were drinking and celebrating, and you were clearly absent. You had found a strange comfort in the medical wing's solitude, believing that their absence was due to the demands of their duties. It was a flimsy shield against the sting of reality.

Anger should have surged through your veins like wildfire. You should have stormed into that tent, raising hell, demanding answers, and retribution. But you were better than that. Your restraint, borne from a sense of pride and a desire to be more than the victim of circumstances, held you back. 

You hadn’t realized it until their cheers died down that you were crying. Tears ran down your face as you tried to grapple with just how little you meant to them. You wondered why they’d fought so hard to keep you alive if they didn’t intend to stay. If they could be this happy without you, then why did it matter?

Despite your tears, you poked your head around the tent, trying to remain unseen. You saw all of them, standing around, opened beer cans in their hands, their laughter surging up again at a joke Gaz had made. Ghost’s arm hug lazily around Soap’s shoulder and Gaz sat on his bed across from them. 

God, it hurt. 

Looking over to your bunk, you realized something. Price wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the tent drinking with his soldiers. You shot down the hope you had, that he was absent because he was upset as well. Before you could think about it, you were walking to Price’s office. Where else could he be if not with his team?

As you walked through the camp, the moonlight shown down on you. Shivering slightly, you wished you would have brought a jacket, not that you could have walked in the tent without being seen by the 141. You brought your hands up to your arms, hoping it would retain some warmth.

And now here you were, your hand hesitating, hovering before the wooden door to his office. You faltered, twitching in your indecisiveness. What would you even say to him if he answered? Was it worth it? Would he even care? As you were about to give up, the shadows under the door moved and the handle turned.

Oh shit.

As the door opened, your eyes widened in dread. There stood Price, looking exhausted as hell. He froze when he saw you, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Crow..? What on earth are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in medical why-” His expression faltered with worry and concern. “You’re crying.” 

No matter how much you prepared yourself, seeing him was enough to break your walls down. Your hands came up to cover your face as you sobbed. The confusion and the pain ruining you.

In an instant he took a step forward, his arms wrapping around you. One of his hands went to the back of your head, pulling you in, the other on the small of your back. He rocked you back and forth, shushing you and whispering small assurances in your ear.

“You’re okay. Shh..” He murmured. “I’m here. Your captain’s here.” His hand ran through your hair, an attempt to soothe you.

He ushered you into his office, for the privacy, for the space you were familiar with. As he moved you, you felt the anger well up after the sadness got its chance to come out and you took a step away from him. His eyes searched yours, desperate for answers.

“I see you’ve been enjoying yourself.” You motioned to his desk, an empty whiskey bottle sat on top of a mess of papers. “Your soldiers are doing the same thing, maybe you should go drink with them. Or have you forgotten about them as well?” Your voice slowly gained more strength as you realized that you’d been wronged. 

Price didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what would even soothe you. Figured it would be better to let you get whatever this was out of your system.

“Two months, Captain.” You whispered, crossing your arms over your chest. “For someone who wanted me on their team so bad, you sure have a hell of a way of fighting to keep me here.” The pain in your voice was clear. Price could see the inner turmoil, the doubt, the confusion. His eyes flickered with recognition.

“No one told you?” He asked, a hint of realization in his expression. “We had to finish that mission. The one that you..” His voice trailed off as he motioned to your leg with a guilty expression. “We just got back tonight. I was finishing up a report on it before all this.” His eyes widened as he realized exactly why you were so upset. “You didn’t think I.. forgot about you.. right?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Could you even? Everything you’d thought was wrong? How could you know he wasn’t lying? How could you just push away what you’ve been thinking these past two months?

“Are you serious..?” Your voice was quiet, confused. “No, no one bloody told me anything. God dammit, Price. I thought..”

He shook his head slowly, concern in his expression. “I could never, sweetheart. I worked my ass off, pulling strings to get you to my team. I could never leave you behind.” His arms went around you again, desperate to get his point across. 

Slowly, you believed him. It was in the way his arms trembled around you, the way he whispered to you gently, rocking you back and forth. You eventually leaned into his touch, seeking his comfort.

Finally everything seemed to be alright, for the first time in a long while. Note: I'm so sorry if this sucks, I'm best at writing fast paced action scenes but this was requested so here you go. I love you guys and I'm working on a third part before even posting this. Requests are open if you're ever interested in more writing from me!

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A Knight To Remember

pairing: knight!poc!reader (they/them pronouns used) x prince!anakin skywalker

summary: fantasy au of a certain prince and his knight, because who wouldn't fall in love with anakin skywalker?

warnings: minors dni must have age in bio to interact. anakin being a bit of a slut, fingerbanging, p in v, general smut warnings and a little bit of violence towards the end, and a really cringey pun title

a/n: this is my submission for the lovely @bizarrebankai 's 1K celebration !! so glad they got 1K, she deserves all the followers. anyways, much love to u jules for hosting this fantastic challenge! this probably isn't my best work but.. medieval fantasy skywalker? i couldn't resist myself!! and, as always, likes and comments and reblogs are always appreciated. enjoy!

Anakin wishes he’d never met you. And it’s not because he doesn’t like you— in fact, it’s the opposite, he likes you too damn much for any of this to work. He is, after all, next in line for the throne, while you’re just a member of the king’s guard. As Obi-Wan’s ward, he was trained in every possible duty, every possible obligation and was constantly hyper aware of all that he needed to do. And suddenly you had come along, with that sweet smile of yours, showing him that his title wasn’t why he mattered. He hadn’t felt that in a long time.

But he’s promised to someone else. Padmé Amidala, princess from a neighboring kingdom, was his betrothed and had been since he’d turned nine. It was a political alliance, but at age nine, Anakin had only registered the angelic glow of his fiancee and the fact that she was supposed to be his. She, however, had only seen him as a child, and years later, he realized he couldn’t blame her. Things between the two of them had waxed and waned, instability woven into the very foundations of their relationship. She was sweet, true, but there was something off. Padme wasn’t the type to call out Anakin when he desperately needed it, and couldn’t balance him.

That’s where you differed. You were like any other knight he’d been protected by before, because you simply didn’t let him get away with anything. And you did all of it with the quietest demeanor he’d seen. He thought often of that first night that you’d guarded him; he was convinced that he’d tricked you into thinking he was asleep, and had scaled down the walls of the tower in the dead of the night to go see Padme. But instead, you’d been waiting at the base of the tower, his cloak in your hand.

“My prince,” was all you said when he stared at you, mouth agape in his confusion. “Lady Amidala awaits you, does she not?” You had outsmarted him, and it haunted him for the rest of that night.

And the morning after that, when he was certain that you would’ve reported his illicit actions to King Obi-Wan, but the only surprise that had come forth was you waiting by his bedside the next morning with his breakfast laid out on the table behind you. At first, he’d tried to throw a tantrum; shouted at you, sent every other servant running from his room, all while you stood calmly at his side, unbudging in the face of his glowering. Your unpredictability was what scared him. He didn’t understand you, and it angered him.

“Will you just tell me what you want?” He had caved, finally, as the sun rose to high noon. And you had smiled and placed your palms on the table in his chambers, leaning your weight onto it so your face was mere inches away from his own.

“I’m tasked with protecting you, my Prince. That’s not something I take lightly. But I also can see that nobody’s done the job right. I want you to be honest with me, my Lord, I am not your enemy.”

Anakin hadn’t been the same since.

~~~

“Anakin, we can’t,” Padmé gasps. Her skin is plush and soft as Anakin presses his lips against it, hips grinding against hers. She’s under him on a picnic blanket, covered by the shade of a large oak tree by the banks of the river that borders their two kingdoms.

“And why not, Princess?” He mouths against her skin, delirious from pleasure.

“Your- your guard is right there!” She giggles, rolling her hips upwards to match his movements. He’s caught in between the pendulum of recklessness and sensibility, losing himself to recklessness more and more as his hand trails her inner thighs. The summer heat makes a thin sheen of sweat on her body but she’s sweet nonetheless, pliable to his touch.

“They won’t notice,” he growls into her hair, nipping at her neck before he steals a glance at you. You’re still mounted on your horse, hand toying with the handle of your sword as you gaze over the scene. No, you’re too busy keeping him safe. You’re a damn good guard. “Let me make you feel good.”

~~~

The clip-clop of horsehooves against the road is peaceful, and the presence of you next to him is more intoxicating than the rays of sun on his skin. Anakin looks over at you, transfixed by your brown skin soaking the warm golden light as it caresses your face gently. It doesn’t make sense to him. He should want Padmé, and he does, but you’re… altogether different, and he wants you even more. Even when he was lost in the throes of passion with her moments before, it was you who he imagined when he closed his eyes.

“Is there something the matter, my lord?” You ask him coolly, gaze still trained on the road. He learned long ago that that this wasn’t some sort of tactic to offend him, but rather that you were surveilling each blade of grass with careful, suspect eyes.

Anakin hesitates. Can he even voice what he’s feeling? Part of him doesn’t want to. Part of him can’t stop himself and the words fall out of his mouth like they’ve been burning his tongue to be kept in so long.

“You’re intoxicating,” he blurts. It fazes you, your concentration broken from the surroundings as you turn to face him instead. And you remain characteristically silent, studying his face for any hint of a joke. It makes his stomach churn, even if it’s normal for you, because he just wants you to say something. Anything. But you just stare at him, a frown twisting the corners of your lips downwards, before you return your focus to the road as if he said nothing.

“D-didn’t you hear me?” He asks, confused. You nod sharply, refusing to look at him now. “Well then, won’t you respond?” A sigh flutters past your lips, but nothing else. He feels irritation and anger creep into his fingertips, crawling their way up into his heart so that it beats faster.

“As your Prince, I demand that you respond to me.” Anakin regrets the statement as soon as it leaves his lips, the haughty demand that demeans you and all that you’ve done for him. And for the first time, he sees that stoic mask of yours crack and it’s anger that he sees, anger that he never thought he’d be on the recieving end of.

“How dare you, my liege?” The honorific is tacked on with fury, but the venom you spit is unfinished. “You have the audacity to fuck the Princess in front of me, thinking I won’t notice? And then, moments later, you toy with me such, as if I cannot still see her lip rouge smeared on your lips. It astounds me, your majesty, that you’d think to do this to me. I know not of the arrangement you have with the Princess. But know this, Anakin Skywalker, you will keep me out of—“

You’re interrupted by the hollers and screams that spring from the sides of the roads. Men in loose cotton— bandits— jump out and brandish their swords.

“Fuck,” you curse, swinging your legs off of your horse as you sweep your sword out of its sheathe. Anakin’s quick to join you, metal clanging against metal as they fight the bandits; but they outnumber the two of you, and Anakin’s concentration is wavering from the fury of your rejection. It takes just one wrong step, and suddenly his sword is knocked to the ground with steel kissing the thin skin of his neck.

“You! Drop it if you want him to live!” His captor hollers out, and Anakin feels real fear, sees it in your eyes too as you swallow your emotions and drop your sword to surrender. His knees buckle from his captor kicking them and he falls to the ground with an oof, his wrists tightly bound with cloth as he watches you receive the same treatment.

“Pretty thing, this one,” one of them sneers, brutishly grabbing your chin. Anakin’s grateful that it doesn’t go further that; instead, the two of you are tossed into the back of a cart rather unceremoniously before being dragged away.

“What do you want with us?” You call out to the bandits. There’s not a sign of struggle in your body, and it arouses suspicion in Anakin. What are you planning?

“There’s a bounty on your head. Both of yours,” he answers back, clearly uncaring about the orchestrated kidnapping so long as he gets his coin.

“What are you planning to do to us?” You ask.

The bandit turns back and shoots a look that Anakin almost doesn’t recognize. A look that he’s never been on the recieving end of.

Pity.

~~~

The cell that the both of you are dropped into is dingy and damp, and Anakin can hear the mice scurrying about in the corners. You grunt softly from the force of the stone against your frame, struggling to get yourself upright in the darkness.

“This is my fault,” Anakin bemoans, bringing his head to his knees with his hands still tied tightly behind his back. “If I hadn’t distracted you, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Stop your whining. There’s something much bigger at play, Prince Anakin. And you know it.” Your words unsettle him, and he sits with it for a second.

“A bounty on both of your heads. That’s what he said. They want me and you, but why? It has to be some sort of threat to the kingdom. Eliminate us both and pin it on the Kingdom of Naboo?”

“Possible. Eliminate us both, leaves no survivors and the last witness would be the princess.”

The quiet clatter of a knife falling to the ground makes Anakin’s head shoot up, facing him with the sight of you rolling your sore wrists and wincing.

“You could’ve killed them this whole time,” Anakin realizes. You nod, then collect the knife to work on his restraints. Once he’s freed he still can’t bring himself to stand up, still frozen in his position. You rest your head on the plane of his back, placing a soft hand on his arm as you reassure him silently.

“Milord, what happened earlier… it wasn’t your fault. I apologize for losing my composure. It was unacceptable and I know that I asked for your honesty. But your majesty, you must understand my perspective,” you whisper, caressing his arm softly before you place a kiss on the nape of his neck.

You’ve never shown him such affection.

“I do not wish to be treated as your toy, your majesty. And what I wish for I could not possibly dare to say.” The words are still hushed from your fear.

“Say it.”

“I want you, Anakin Skywalker. To rule my heart as you will these lands someday. I want you selfishly, my lord, I wish to fall at your feet and to be the only devotee there.”

Anakin twists his back to face you, holding your face between his palms as he kisses you for the first time. A kiss that feels like breathing for the first time even as you steal his breath and leave him delirious. You feel more right than existing and it’s now that he realizes he’s been craving you, just you, for all his life.

“I’ll make you mine,” he whispers, bruising your lips with his own as he draws you into him, closer to him, frantically pawing at your body as he grinds you against his bulge. He leaves bite marks on your exposed neckline, marking you as his in that possessive, poisonous way that he’s been burning to do for so long. His. You’re his.

“I’ll burn the world down for you,” he promises, sliding your trousers down and leaving you just in your tunic for easy access. Anakin sinks two fingers into your heat, massaging circles into your wall as he mirrors the action with his thumb on your clit. A woozy pleasure begins to envelop him as you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze ever so slightly, riding his fingers as you near your climax.

“Did you use this on her?” You hiss, kissing him and biting his bottom lip sharp enough to draw blood. “You’re all mine, Skywalker. Mine.”

“Yours,” Anakin gasps as you let go of his neck, undoing his trousers and pumping his shaft. You align his shaft with your dripping hole, ripping out his fingers and replacing it with his length. You’re messy and quick as you fuck him, spreading your arousal over his thighs and your own as you bounce and grind your hips, bucking furiously as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Your tongue is sloppy and flat against his own, as desperate for him as he is for you.

His thumb plays against your clit as you grind, your bones pressing against his base. You’re desperate in your chase for your pleasure, uncaring of him and it drives him mad, blood coursing to his cock as he watches you. He snakes his hands under your tunic as you fuck him, thumbing your nipples and plucking at the sensitive buds. The moan that you elicit in response makes him buck his hips up. You pull him close to you as your walls begin to flutter around him and your legs convulse, finally reaching your peak.

“I’m close,” he gasps, watching your face contort in pleasure. You’re quick to pull yourself off of him, replacing yourself with your hand and working his length until he spills onto the hay in the cell with a grunt. You pull him in for one last sloppy kiss before you pull your trousers up, pulling your daggers out of their sheathes. As Anakin pulls himself together, you pick the lock of the cell with a rather slender-looking tool. You sneak out quickly and quietly, any sound of yours covered by the rambunctious party going on elsewhere in the castle.

The sound of blood splattering on the stone walls makes him run out, where you stand above the assigned guard, crimson dripping off of your daggers. You wipe them on the dead man’s cheek, anger storming in your eyes as you look at Anakin. He recognizes that look. The lover he’d been in minutes earlier had gone, replaced with a machine of fury and steel that serves at his command.

“We’ve likely got, at most, a few minutes before they come to find us. We were probably their dinner party entertainment, so we must make it out of here. Quick,” he murmurs, signaling to move forward as he takes the sword from the guard. The two of you are quick and quiet as you make your way up the stairwell, plastered to the stone walls.

“Hey!” A man shouts, but you’re quicker than he is, silencing him with a dagger flying clean into his throat. You leave a trail of bodies and blood in your wake, making it to the great hall unscathed and silently. The two of you are molded to the shadows, power in your movements as you watch and wait for the leader to make his move.

You’re rewarded when a hooded figure stands up amidst the celebration, a silence settling on the audience as he removes his hood.

“Chancellor Palpatine,” Anakin realizes in horror, rage flushing his body with heat as the betrayal of one of the kingdom’s allies sinks in. He looks around quietly, a plan formulating as he internalizes the betrayal. He signals for you to follow him to the stables, stealing two horses and mounting them before riding them through the castle. By the time you return, the hushed confusion of the crowd indicates their awareness of your disappearance.

“Search the castle!” Palpatine bellows, the resounding crash of metal echoing in the face of his anger.

“No need, Palpatine. I’m right here,” Anakin shouts out from the entrance of the hall, kicking the sides of the horse to race through the hall and onto the table. You follow behind him, daggers flying as you kill anyone that gets in his way. Anakin’s sword quickly decapitates Palpatine, the dead Chancellor’s head dripping blood on the food of Anakin’s enemies.

“Let this be a warning,” Anakin shouts, “lest any of you get the idea that the Kingdom of Coruscant will tolerate the disrespect of its Prince or of the Prince’s Guard— if I get word of there being a bounty or so much as a wish to hurt a hair on their body, I will not rest until the earth is stained red with your blood, and the blood of your sons and daughters.”

~~~

“Do you think they’ll come after Coruscant?” You ask on the way back, the clip-clop of the horses puncturing the silence of the night. Anakin doesn’t respond, reaching out to squeeze your hand.

“Whatever battles we must fight, we’ll fight it together,” he reassured, placing a kiss on your hand. “That, I promise you.”

[kittievampire]

I had given this idea to someone but it never got made so 🥲 Anyways, I hope you can make something out of this crack idea. Mammon leaving to the human world for like a week for modeling but for whatever reason (you can make one up or it can be a misunderstanding after an argument etc) his brothers think he's leaving them for good. You know never talking to them and cutting off any ties to them. So his brothers beg him not to leave, cry their crocodile tears, promise to be better etc only for Mammon to be confused af and then clear up the misunderstanding 😂 I really hope something can come to fruition out of this dumb ass idea lol.

This one made me cackle in an unflattering way

Sorry it took so long for me to write this for ya, anon, ily tho

There's no MC mentioned in the request, so MC will be a bit of a side character in this one, love y'all

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Don't Leave, Mammon!

Warnings: Family Arguments, Misunderstandings, Light angst, a lot of crack-head energy, MC's just kinda there

Enjoy.

It'd been about three months since you'd left for the human realm.

The House of Lamentation didn't change, it was always in a state of chaos. However, one could tell that your absence had taken a toll on the brothers, each in their own way. Not that this was exactly a bad thing, their lives had been changed thanks to you, and they wanted to carry out your parting wishes to the best of their ability. They became more responsible, more kind-hearted, and more merciful.

However, siblings will do what siblings do best: Argue over bullshit and cause each other stress.

"StupidMammon! Did you take money from my wallet again?!" The Avatar of Envy shouted from across the hall as he approached the white-haired sin. "I was saving that for an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle! Give it back right now!" Mammon turned his head to face his brother, shades slipping down his nose a bit. "Eh? I didn't steal shit from you, Weeb! Quit assumin' stuff!"

The sound of the door to Satan's room closing made the two flinch, a small sigh following the closing of a book in the blond's hand. "There you go with the lies again, Mammon. Just give him his money back, spare the ones in earshot the headache." The Avatar of Greed jumped, turning toward Satan. "I swear, it wasn't me this time! I didn't do nothin'!" He held his hands up in surrender. "You're being loud," A soft voice erupted form the twins' room, the source being the messy-haired youngest with an irritated expression on his face. "Beel and I are trying to sleep, and you woke him up. Then, he woke me up." The Avatar of Sloth huffed out, the sin in question poking his head out from the crack in the door and the frame.

"Mammon stole my money again!" Leviathan practically screeched, tears welling up in his eyes. "I was saving it on a Limited Edition—" "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Levi. Mammon, give him his money back before he goes on a nerd-rant," Belphegor waved his hand dismissively, earning a nod of a agreement from Beel. "Maybe you should hide it better next time, Levi," The Avatar of Gluttony said, munching on some Spicy Newt Chips.

"I'm tellin' ya, it wasn't me this time! I actually got a modelin' gig up in—" Mammon tried to protest, but was ultimately cut off once more. "What's going on here?" The eldest brother asked, face full of irritation from the bickering of his younger brothers. "Why are ya all suddenly springin' up from outta nowhere like this?!" Mammon whined, earning a stern look from Lucifer. "Of course, you're the culprit, Mammon. What did you do?" He seethed.

"I didn't do nothin'! I swear! Honest to Diavolo, it wasn't me this time!" The Avatar of Greed tried desperately to defend himself, only for his purple-haired brother to argue more. "He stole money from my wallet! I was going to by an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle!" Lucifer deadpanned at his brother before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Mammon, make this easy and just give it back."

The second-born looked around, only to see all of his brothers start to gang up on him, all repeating the phrase, "Just give it back," even though he never stole anything! At least, not this time. "I-It wasn't me this time!" Mammon tried to sputter out among the others' yelling. "It wasn't me!" He repeated, hand gripping the door knob to his room.

As the brothers continued to berate the second-born, Mammon turned the door knob and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. "I'm fuckin' done!" He threw his hands up in the air, though the tone he had made the statement seem less playful than he meant it to be.

_

Lucifer clicked his tongue, adjusting his black gloves as he took a step toward his brother's door. "All of you just want to give me a headache, don't you?" He asked softly, earning a whine from Leviathan. "My Ruri-Chan!"

"Oh my, what's going on out here?" Asmodeus asked, opening his door and pulling up his face mask. "Do you know how important my sleep is to maintain the health of my glowing and radiant skin? What's the meaning of all this noise?" The Avatar of Lust practically demanded, though he kept a neutral tone because of the eldest's presence. The third-born turned to his brother in pink, pointing at Mammon's room. "Mammon took the money that I was going to use to buy a Limited Edition Ruri-Chan Figurine from my wallet!" He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and fumbling with it for a moment. He nearly shrieked. "And I wanted to be the first one to buy it! That's it, I'm summoning-" "If you summon Lotan, Levi, I can assure you, Mammon will be the least of your concerns." The Avatar of Pride warned, earning a yelp from the purple-haired sin.

Asmodeus glanced between the two before sighing heavily. "Levi, are you referring to the 200,000 grimm you left in my room a few hours ago while you were ranting about how excited you were to get the figurine?" He asked, opening his door wider and pointing to his vanity mirror, lights glowing, and grimm sitting on the desk.

The brothers all exchanged glances, and the eldest growled.

"Leviathan!"

_

When you saw Mammon at your doorstep, you thought that something bad had happened. He told you that he was here for a modeling gig, but you assumed that there was more to the sudden arrival.

"I just figured I'd pay ya a visit while I'm here, nothin' more, g-got it?" He asked, a light blush present on his face as he denied any other reason for his appearance.

You were worried, so you contacted the brothers to see what was going on. You were able to get a hold of Satan, who explained what was going on as best he could.

"I did hear him say that he was... 'done,' but... I didn't expect him to run off like that." The Avatar of Wrath seemed perplexed over the phone. "It seems like he was more upset about it than I thought... I'll tell the others, please keep him there as long as you can. Don't let him leave," He said just before ending the call.

You looked down at your D.D.D., letting out a small sigh as you turned toward your bedroom door.

Did your departure have something to do with this? Maybe you could help in some way.

_

Mammon insisted on sleeping in the same room as you, even if it had to be on the floor. When you were still awake, he'd started rambling on about his brothers and how annoyed he was, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He must be going through so much internally, and you were glad he was letting it out, even if it was under a cloak of sarcasm and pettiness.

In the middle of his rambling, though, you heard the front door swing open. Mammon jumped to his feet immediately, worried that there might be an intruder. Lucifer slammed the door to your room open, his brothers spilling out into the room after him.

Asmodeus immediately lept toward his white-haired brother, squeezing him in a tight embrace. "Mammon! Don't leave us!" He whined. "If you're gone, who am I going to party with?! Who's going to be there to splurge on shopping with me, hm?! I can't exactly take Levi or Satan with me!! Leaving is too cruel, Mammon! Too cruel!!"

The eldest looked down at the Avatar of Envy, tilting his head toward Mammon, motioning for him to 'go'. Leviathan shuffled over to his brother, looking up at him with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I didn't mean to go blaming you and stuff, that's only what a normie would do. I didn't mean to make you leave!" Beelzebub came up after them, scooping all three of his brothers up into a tight hug, making Mammon wheeze as he tried to breathe properly. "O-Oi—!" "Don't leave Mammon!" The gluttonous demon sobbed, holding his brothers close.

"Beel, let them breathe." Satan chuckled softly, patting the sin on the shoulder. Belphegor and Lucifer stood behind the rest of them, the Avatar of Sloth feeling less enthusiastic than the rest of his brothers, though he could hardly blame them. Lucifer cleared his throat. "Release them, Beelzebub," He demanded. Beelzebub did as told, allowing the gasping demons in his arms to fall to the floor.

"W-What's this all about, huh?! Why're ya all actin' so weird?!" Mammon asked, grasping his chest as if to try and steady his heart beat. Asmodeus grabbed him by the shoulders. "Because you came to the human world to escape us! Because you were through with us, no?"

Mammon blinked.

"I have a modeling gig tomorrow..." He muttered out, making the entire room go silent. You bit your lip, a very frightening aura being emitted from the eldest sin. "And... That's the only reason why you left?"

The Avatar of Greed nodded, causing Leviathan to immediately recoil. Asmodeus kept his arms wrapped around him, tears streaming down his face. "Don't joke around like that again!! I thought I lost the only other interesting person in the House of Lamentation!" He whined.

Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. "Of course ya'd be distraught! Losing the one and only Mammon is the most horrible thing that could happen! Ya should be greatful that I didn't!"

Silence fell upon the room once more, with the acception of Asmo's sobbing.

Lucifer then turned to you, a vein bulging from his forehead.

"MC, you would happen to have rope, do you?"

Hope you liked it, anon!

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader ft. Hyunjin TW : mainly fluffy ; not as much angst as I thought there would be ; reader relationship doubts ; Hyunjin being jealous ; Word Count : 2.8k Request : anonny : can i request a part 2 of “why would you trust me?” hyunjin sees reader around changbin a lot and when he finds out theyre dating he gets really jealous and regrets breaking it off with her 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ thank you sm !!! A/N : Kinda drifted off the path a little for this one, but Hyunjin is still jealous, he's just more of an asshole about it... I hope you still like it though!!!

You haven’t been with Changbin long, and to be quite honest, you were scared that with the way things were going, you might end up being with him with him. Would it only end in heartbreak, would it end with you running back home and crying to your roommate like you had the night that Hyunjin let you down? The thought of relationships terrified you now, they were repulsive in a sense. The fear of being used again, of being side swiped like you had with Hyunjin,  had you distancing yourself from anyone that even looked like they were showing any sort of sign that they might like you. 

That didn’t stop Changbin though, not at all. He pursued you like you were the greatest thing, as if you were the only one he wanted. It didn’t make sense to you, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want it to make sense, because if you thought too much about it, if you let yourself believe that he might really want you, you’d just end up hurt at the end of it all anyway. 

You hated to say it, you hated to think it, that someone like Hyunjin was capable of having such an effect on you, but he completely ruined you, his nonchalance, his lack of any type of sincere emotion, the way he seemed to even enjoy the hurt he was causing you. He messed you up, he knew that, and he was happy about it. He was a piece of shit. 

“We’re having a little family dinner tonight, do you want to come?” Changbin asked, and he wasn’t even secretive in the fact that he crossed his fingers on his lap, eyeing you hopefully, his eyes bright and his cheeks pulled up in a wishful smile. “Chan hyung said that it was totally okay, so he knows that you’re coming. The other guys… well, I wanted to surprise them… They haven’t seen you since the last time you were there with Hyunjin…” 

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach churned with the overwhelming nerves you were feeling. Changbin didn’t know about the previous arrangement that you and Hyunjin had, and you were sure that Hyunjin didn’t tell the other guys about it either. Everyone was under the assumption that you and Hyunjin were simply friends, and Changbin had thought the same thing… But you wouldn’t be able to contain your emotions if you were to have to sit across a table from the man that you had foolishly fallen in love with. You didn’t want to sit at the same table as him in general. 

“Ahh…” You hummed sheepishly, shoving your hands into your pockets and shaking your head. “I… I don’t know, Binnie. It’s a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude. I’m not… family.” You tried to write off your nerves, shimmy your way out of having to accept the invitation, and you couldn’t think of any better excuse than what you had given him, silently thanking him for basically setting the excuse up for you. 

Changbins tongue tsked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh come on, Y/N! You know that you wouldn’t be intruding. Everyone loves you! It’ll be fun, and we can even have a drink or something before we get there to calm you down. Everything will be fine. Plus, I…” He shuffled nervously, his free hand scratching at the back of his neck as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I just really want you to come over… Please?” 

Relenting, you agreed to come over, even though your nerves had the hairs on your neck standing on edge and your knees feeling weak, you were doing it for Changbin because, as much as you wanted to ignore the feelings that you had for him, as much as you wanted to ignore the very obvious feelings he had for you, both were far too obvious and far too strong. He had helped you when you needed it, he was there for you when you were at your lowest point, and he had already told Chan that you were coming over, the last thing you wanted to do was humiliate him and not show up. 

Your knee was bouncing as you sat in the passenger seat of Changbins car, your fingers digging into your lap as you tried to control your breathing. You haven’t seen Hyunjin in months now, and things were fine that way, you were happy to not have to see him, but now you were going to have to sit at a dinner table with him and act like he didn’t break your heart and make you feel like the biggest idiot in the world. 

“Why are you so nervous? You’ve met all of them before.” Changbin teased, although you could see the sweat beads budding up on his forehead, catching the dim light that shone down through the windshield from the street lamps. You could ask him the same thing, and you would have if you weren’t internally panicking. “It’s just dinner, and if you want to leave right after, we totally can. It’s fine.” 

You hummed softly, nodding your head as you felt his hand come down overtop of yours. No one really knew why you and Hyunjin stopped being friends, it was something that you never elaborated on, and it was obvious that he had never said anything either considering you were still invited to the family dinner. You knew it would be awkward, even if not for him, it would be for you, but you didn’t want Changbin or any of the other guys to find out, you didn’t want them to think differently of you for what you did with Hyunjin. “I know…” You whispered, turning your hand over to lace your fingers between Changbins, feeling comfort from his touch and relaxing into the passenger seat. Things would be okay, everything would be fine, and you knew that Changbin would make sure of that. 

Pulling into the parking garage had your heart hammering though, and you wondered if Changbin could hear it thrumming against your ribs, if he could hear the fact that you had stopped breathing entirely just so you wouldn’t hyperventilate. You hoped not, but you were beginning to gasp, and you quickly opened the door, climbing out of the car as fast as you could, hoping that the fresh air would help calm you down. “Woah… Woah, hey… Are you alright? Are you feeling sick?” You shook your head no, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to control your breathing, inhaling deeply through your nose and exhaling loudly through your mouth. “Let’s get inside, I can get you some water.” 

Sure, some water would be great right now, you were feeling rather parched, and you wanted to sit down somewhere so you could relax. It would be better to go inside… inside where… Hyunjin was… Hyunjin who was the main reason you were feeling like this in the first place. Would he get a kick out of knowing that he was getting this reaction out of you? Would he find it amusing that he still had so much of a grasp on you, on your emotions, that you couldn’t breathe at the mere thought of being around him? 

God, if it weren’t for Hyunjin, if it weren’t for him and the stupidly selfish way that he was, maybe you would have been able to move on, maybe you would have actually given yourself the chance to act on those feelings that you had for Changbin. Dammit, Hyunjin. “Is… Is everyone gonna be there tonight?” You asked as he walked with you through the parking garage, heading for the entrance door that would take you to the elevators that would inevitably lead you up to the guys… 

Changbin nodded enthusiastically, his hand squeezing yours lightly. Of course he was excited, these were his friends, they were his group mates, he didn’t know who Hyunjin really was, maybe nobody did… But you wondered if that would really change anything if they did know how he was. “They all really like you, I know they do. Let’s just get something to drink and get settled in. I’m sure dinner is still being made, we’ll have time to relax.” 

The nervousness that you felt was what you could only imagine to be the equivalent to the nerves that one would feel when meeting their partner's family for the first time, except worse, because your partner had no idea that you used to, in a way, be with one of the members of his family. The anxiety and overwhelming nerves were paralyzing. Would Hyunjin say something? Would he call you out for being there, or would he just ignore you? You really hoped it was the second option. 

His eyes were on you the entire time Chan was finishing up dinner, and while everyone else was doing their best to make you feel comfortable and welcomed, the scrutinizing glare that was coming from Hyunjins direction was enough to negate everything that the others were doing. 

Changbin followed you around the whole time though, making sure that you were happy, that you were enjoying yourself, that no one was making you uncomfortable. He didn’t know what Hyunjin was doing, or maybe he had noticed and just didn’t understand it, maybe that’s why he was helping you to avoid the other man as much as he could. “Dinner is almost done, do you want to grab our seats now so we can sit next to each other?” Changbin whispered softly, hoping that the other boys wouldn’t hear, knowing that if they did they would try to spoil his plan. 

Your head had never nodded faster, your arm linking through his as you practically pulled him towards the table. You didn’t want to risk the chance of having to sit next to Hyunjin, and you made sure to choose an end seat at the table so the possibility of Hyunjin sitting on the other side of you was basically impossible, unless he sat at the head of the table, but even still, it wouldn’t be as close as if he were right beside you. 

Changbins hand was clasped with yours under the table, his thumb brushing absentmindedly across yours as everyone took their seats, yet there was still one set of eyes that never left you, that were set on you, and while he wasn’t sitting beside you, you realized now that it would probably be better considering the fact that when he was sat across from you, he could stare at you even more, even harder. It had you sweating, jittering nervously and intermittently squeezing Changbins hand to reassure yourself that he was still there, he’d always be there. 

Dinner progressed without much conversation, most of the guys talked amongst themselves about new albums, comebacks, concerts, new video games, anything they could think to bring up. You on the other hand were silent, doing your best to avoid Hyunjins eyes, focusing all of your attention on the plate full of food in front of you until Changbin cleared his throat. 

You quickly looked up at him, noticing that his cheeks were flushed, his palms clammy as he pulled his hand out of yours. “Uhm… I wanted to do this here… because it’s really important to me… that you all know…” He began, his voice shaky with his nerves, but you smiled up at him, hoping that it would calm him. “I’ve uh… I’ve been spending a lot of time with Y/N… and she’s perfect, she’s amazing… And I’ve realized through the time that I’ve spent with her that… Well… I love her…” 

The breath that you had been taking was immediately cut off at his words, but what more, you heard the silverware that Hyunjin had been holding drop down onto the wooden surface of the table. “You love her?” Hyunjin murmured, and Changbin nodded proudly, a dazzling smile being sent your way before it fell when Hyunjin abruptly scooted away from the table, his chair almost tipping back from the force. 

“And…” Changbin tried to continue, the nerves that you had tried to free him from with your smile coming back to him ten fold now from Hyunjins departure. “And I… I wanted to know if you wanted to be my girlfriend…” He mumbled sheepishly, and, as if Hyunjin had been eavesdropping on whatever Changbin was going to say next, a loud bang and a groan of annoyance came from inside the kitchen, causing everyone to whip their heads in that direction, but nobody got up to actually check. 

The tension was palpable, ruminating from the kitchen and lingering into the dining area where it clouded everyone's mood. You were left to not only question Hyunjins sudden outburst, but also question what to do about Changbins question, he was waiting on an answer, and while you knew what you wanted to say, you needed to get one thing out of the way first, and that thing was Hyunjin. 

“Let me just…” You murmured, pushing yourself away from the table and standing up, watching as Changbins body slumped, the fear of rejection that he must have felt was awful and you quickly gave him a hug, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek. “I’d love to be your girlfriend…” You whispered as your lips brushed along his cheek, giving him a reassuring smile before rushing off towards the kitchen, not even catching a glimpse of what Changbins reaction was before being met with Hyunjins ice cold scowl. 

“So you just move on to one of my best friends? One of my band mates?! Do you know how fucking awkward that is?!” Hyunjin screeched, and while you knew that at some point the guys would find out what had been going on between the two of you, you didn’t really want them to find out at this exact moment. 

You rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “There was nothing to move on from, Hyunjin. You know that, so don’t act like you give a shit now.” You said flatly, crossing your arms over your chest. “Changbin actually wants to be with me, not use me, and I’m happy with him. It’s not the same. It’ll never be the same.”

His head fell back as he huffed loudly, his hands flying up in the air with annoyance. “I didn’t use you… I really did like you.” You scoffed loudly at the obvious lie, but the sound only irritated him more. “I messed up, Y/N… And… I don’t like… I don’t want to see you with him. I miss you… I do… I want what we had before… and more. I realize now… You’re what I want…” 

The humorless laughter that filled the room was yours and yours alone, only you thought this was so unfunny that you couldn’t help but laugh. “No, Hyunjin…” You snorted softly, shaking your head at him. “What you realize now is that I’m happier with someone else, I’m happier than I had ever been with you. You don’t want me, you’re jealous that someone else has me.” His mouth fell open as you called him out on his shit, and honestly, it felt good. “I’m with Changbin, and there’s nothing that you can do to change that. So get used to it, because you’re going to be seeing us together a lot. You fucked up, it’s all on you… But I’m glad you did. Thank you for being an asshole, Hyunjin. It’s the best thing you’ve done for me.” 

And with that you walked out, leaving him stunned into silence in the kitchen, his eyes still following you until you turned the corner to head back into the dining room, taking your place beside Changbin who had been eagerly awaiting your return. “She chose me over Hyunjin… I’m so lucky… I love her so much. And she’s my girlfriend… Can you believe that?!” 

You didn’t think that there was much to love about you, not when you were with Hyunjin, but that was because he didn’t actually love you, he simply loved having you around when you were needed. Changbin made it clear though, when someone loves you for you, for everything that you are, that person will proudly declare their love for you, they’ll gush over you like you’re the greatest thing in the world… And to Changbin, you were, you really were. He made it easy to forget about what Hyunjin did because he was nothing like Hyunjin, he was better in every way, and you couldn’t be more grateful that he was the one that you had run into after Hyunjin had broken your heart, that he was the one who had put it back together and made his place in it to be loved by you forever. 

[bassettmemes]

THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS. ↳ quotes from the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood. some quotes have been edited for clarity or usability.

"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."

"i'm going to kill you."

"i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

"i'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole."

"you can fall in love. someone will catch you."

"i'll come find you, and i'll take care of you."

"did you... did you just kiss me?"

"expiration dates are for the weak."

"i think about you before falling asleep. then i dream of you."

"it's fine. more material for my title ix complaint."

"this might be inappropriate, but, you are really extraordinary."

"i know it’s scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care."

"everyone likes tall, broody, sullen hunks with genius iqs."

"a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while."

"i liked you when i didn’t know you, and now that i do know you, it’s only gotten worse."

"you could stay mad, and we could go to your lab and throw test tubes full of toxic reagents at each other until the pain of third-degree burns overrides your shitty mood? sounds like fun, no?"

"my heart may be broken, but my brain is doing just fine."

"i'm fine. i mean, i wish i were dead, but aside from that..."

"i've never been surer of anything. except maybe cell theory."

"hypothesis: the more i mention an attachment in an email, the less likely i will be to actually include said attachment."

"are they deporting you back to canada because we've been sharing a netflix password?"

"tell them we didn't know it was a federal crime."

"i think that somewhere along the way i forgot that i was something. i forgot myself."

"academia takes a lot from you and gives back a little."

"not having a life came in handy sometimes."

"i do reserve the right to comment on your abysmal taste in men."

"pumpkin spice is satan’s dandruff, harbinger of the apocalypse, and it tastes like ass—not in the good way."

"hypothesis: if i fall in love, things will invariably end poorly."

"you just had to go and make me fall for you."

"a heart will break even more easily than the weakest of hydrogen bonds."

"there will only be one bed. it doesn't matter what it says; it's always one bed."

"i must say, the line between excellent career choice and critical life screwup is getting a bit blurry."

"you probably don’t like ice cream anyway, because you don’t enjoy anything that’s good in life."

"i have access to your google calendar, asshole. you're not busy. if you don't want to hang out with me, you can just be honest."

"to be fair, i don't like people in general."

"how much do you hate this, on a scale from one to ‘correlation equals causation’?"

"hypothesis: any rumor regarding my love life will spread with a speed that is directly proportional to my desire to keep said rumor a secret."

"approximately two out of three fake-dating situations will eventually involve room-sharing; 50 percent of room-sharing situations will be further complicated by the presence of only one bed."

"i'm never going to get used to the fact that professors are real people and have first names."

"that’s the thing with science. we’re drilled to believe that false positives are bad, but false negatives are just as terrifying."

"maybe so many years alone has warped me in some fundamental way."

"did this fortune cookie just throw shade at me?"

"based on the available information and the data hitherto collected, my hypothesis is that the farther away i stay from love, the better off I will be."

"i had financially rich, but emotionally poor, parents."

"talking on the phone is the hardest, most stressful thing in the world."

"no. i don't want to fake break-up."

[the-force-awakens]

I think something that no one talks about is how Poe leans more towards being an anti-hero than just plain hero. He's willing to do the "wrong" things for the right reasons, ex: willing the kill bad people to save the innocent, basically willing to do the dirty work that no one wants to talk or think about. and I think it should be talked about more. Your post was just *chefs kiss*, the way you understood Poe is so refreshing compared to what I see him reduced to in canon

Poe definitely is willing to make the tough calls, including being willing to kill bad people to save innocent people (or destroy a planet to save countless others), but I wouldn't necessarily sort him into the antihero trope myself, more the "good is not nice" trope.

Because for as much as Poe is willing to shoot the bad guys, or blow up a planet if it means saving the galaxy, he's usually the first person to lower his blaster or offer someone a second chance. The biggest source of conflict between himself and Zorii in Free Fall is the fact that Poe can't fit into this life of shades of grey, and that's a trait that does follow him to the Resistance. He can lie (badly) for them, he can steal ships, be labeled a criminal if it's done for the right reasons/for the Resistance but at the same time, he also......really can't wrap his head around and seems uncomfortable at times with Suralinda's way of manipulating or recontextualizing the truth for propaganda purposes (which i wish had...been better explored in the comics it's Fine, but like I wanna know more about Poe "can't lie" Dameron and Suralinda "i'm here to tell a good story" Javos. I WANT TO KNOW MORE LUCASFILM), even if Suralinda is doing those things for the Resistance, so they can gain more support.

There's also this quote of Rian Johnson's, that I really love, and that I feel like sums up Poe the best for me:

“Oscar is like a reincarnation of my favorite old movie stars; he has that old school magnetism paired with insane acting chops. Poe is a straight-up, good-guy hero, and although he gets put through the wringer in this film, because of Oscar you never lose faith that he’s going to come out the other end all the better for it.” [from this post]

I'm having trouble wording/it's kind of hard for me to explain, but like. I view Poe as someone who is, like Rian describes him, as a good-guy hero, who usually cannot quite stop the instinct to do the heroic thing, and how that can make him quite reckless (I do believe Oscar actually described Poe during the TFA Press Tour as "recklessly heroic" sir I'm sorry i ever doubted you about Poe being reckless, I thoroughly learned my lesson #13 Poe issues and a knife to Poe's hand later) - but I think also that doesn't mean that Poe needs to look like the hero, and I think TLJ proves that? He does what he believes is the best for the Resistance, and seizes control of the Raddus. It's a last resort, of course, and I don't think he necessarily cares about what people might think of him for it* - he's a commander, he makes the hard calls all the time, and regardless of his own desire to be a hero, I don't think Poe necessarily wants to be praised as one. He's just gonna do the right, most heroic thing at any given moment, and doesn't care what people say. I mean...we kind of get the impression he's used to being seen a certain way, y'know? Poe doesn't seem surprised in the least when Holdo berates him, he just has this look of "oh this banthashit again I thought I'd heard the last of it", y'know?

*y'know except for leia. because he definitely makes a face when she says that thing about holdo in the transport. anyway moving on because this got completely. the train jumped the track here. adhd moment.

As much as he is willing to do some hard things for the Resistance, I feel like Poe would. not last a day in the Rebellion - the Rebellion is just gray. You have to be, fighting something like the Empire, they're quick and dirty and. manipulative and liars and assassins, and Poe...wouldn't have the heart for that, I think. So I do believe there would be a line, in what Poe would even be willing to do for the Resistance.

That said, I do wish canon/fanon would be more willing to explore....any of his. nuance. that everyone seems very allergic to acknowledging, and I'd especially be interested in seeing more of Poe's - I'm a dw nerd sorry I'm just gonna call it this every time - "oncoming storm" side because it's so much fun. There's some other facets of his character I'd love to see explored in more detail, but that one especially. It would honestly be a dream, I think, if Alex Segura got to write for him again, but perhaps this time in the Resistance era, because I think that man would have a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with writing a good spy adventure.