#as soon as I can put my words in order and find pictures for evidence

[arttsuka]

I for one would love to hear all your opinions on toothless, bc I too have many opinions on the upcoming live action

Honestly I don't have much of an opinion about the live action right now other than 1: it looks meh 2: Toothless looks atrocious 3: every scene we've seen so far is a 1-to-1 recreation of the original movie, raising the question 'why make a movie that's literally the same' 4: I don't like the faces of the cast 5: the 'costumes' look cheap

I had more to say than I realized, huh...

I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a bit excited to see the other dragons tho (false hope that at least one is gonna look more than decent)

Other than that, my opinion about Toothless revolves around the 3 animated movies and how his design got worse as well as his personality/characterization.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Imagine: being in a long distance relationship with deacon and you surprise him at home. He doesn’t know it and is still at the HQ. Hondo knows about your surprise and sends him home with a knowing smile after the shift. When Deacon comes home he finds you sleeping in his bed

Oh my gosh, this is adorable. I'm not totally sure if you wanted a fic or not, but I wrote one! I hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

Warnings: fluff!

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

Long Distance to the Future

Since you left Los Angeles to take a new job across the country, you’ve stayed committed to Deacon and he to you. The job is supposed to be temporary, only it is indefinitely temporary. It’s been nearly three years since you started dating Deacon, but it will be your first anniversary away from him. It would be a lie to say long distance is easy, but it’s worth it. You haven’t used a single vacation day since you started, so you’re checking the price of flights to LAX, hoping you can afford to surprise Deacon for your anniversary. The first few months of long-distance were surprisingly easy since you were getting settled and forming a new routine, but now that things are settled, you miss Deacon more than anything. The screen finally loads, and you cheer in your quiet bedroom when the low price appears. You quickly book your ticket, prepared to see Deacon in person again. You text Hondo and ask him to call when he has time, hoping to get his help in the surprise.

Your phone rings less than a minute later, and you answer before the second ring. “Hello?” you greet, expecting Hondo.

“I have big news!” your boss cheers. “You got the promotion; if you want it, its yours!”

“Are you serious?” you ask, experiencing the second miracle in less than ten minutes. “This is such an honour, I don’t know what to say.”

“Think it over for a day or two then let me know, okay? Congratulations, you deserve it!”

“Thank you! I- can I sign the contract while I’m on my trip?”

“Oh, I forgot you’re off this week. Yes, we can do it online or we can just get a written acceptance and handle the paperwork when you get back. I’ll let you get back to your vacation, but I couldn’t wait to tell you. Have a great time and talk soon.”

The call ends, and you lay back on your bed, kicking your feet up in excitement. Your phone rings again, and you see Hondo’s name, smiling as the pieces of your plan begin falling into place.

✯✯✯✯✯

The landing in LA is a little bumpy, but nothing can take the smile off your face. You practically skip through the airport, energized by your countdowns until you are back in the same time zone, state, county, and now, city as your boyfriend. Hondo is leaning against his car, smiling, when you walk out.

“Thank you so much,” you tell him, hugging him before he takes your bag to put in the trunk.

“I should be thanking you. He misses you,” Hondo replies as he opens your door.

“I missed him, too.”

“When do you leave?”

You let the question hang, waiting until Hondo is in the driver’s seat with the door closed to answer, “About that.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Hondo drops you off at Deacon’s house, giving you his spare key to get inside before Deacon returns from work. Waving at Hondo, you go inside and lock the door behind you. You leave all of the lights off and hide your shoes and bags in Deacon’s closet so there is no evidence of you visible when he walks in. Checking your watch, you see that Deacon should be home in about an hour, so you order his favorite food for dinner and wait in the kitchen, away from the windows (in case he gets home early), for the delivery. Once the food is dropped off, you hide the containers in the microwave and throw away the bag before walking to Deacon’s bedroom to wait. The adrenaline is wearing off, and you’re getting tired, even though you know Deacon should be home soon. Sitting on the edge of his bed, you wipe your eyes before realizing how tired you are. You yawn once and fail to find the motivation to get back up.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Alright, Deac, head out and get some rest,” Hondo says. “The rest of us got behind on our paperwork.”

“Okay,” Deacon says, his brows furrowed as he walks by. “Have a good night, guys. Don’t work too hard.”

He walks out to his car, a little suspicious as to why Hondo seemed so eager to send him home, but he’s tired and misses you, so he’s okay with a quiet night at his house.

Parking in his driveway, Deacon sighs before exiting the car and going inside. He puts his backpack in the front closet and then walks toward his bedroom, ignoring the kitchen and planning to order food later. When he walks into his bedroom, he freezes, part of his mind telling him to get a weapon while the other works on recognizing who is sleeping on his bed.

He whispers your name and smiles when you move your arm, exposing your face. He sits on the edge of the bed beside you and lays a hand on your back, leaning down to kiss your temple. You stir slightly under his touch, unconsciously moving closer to him.

Running his fingers over your hairline and down your jawline, Deacon keeps his attention on you, questions to ask when you wake up flooding his mind.

You stir again and crack your eyes open. When you see Deacon, you sit up slightly and blink before asking, “Deacon?”

He nods, slipping his arm around your waist to help you sit up. You lean against him and look up into his eyes. You missed his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was trying to surprise you and didn’t realize how tired I was, I guess,” you apologize, pinching Deacon's shirt collar between your fingers.

He takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb, looking into your eyes as he speaks. “Don’t apologize. I’m so happy to see you. Why am I seeing you?”

You laugh at his question, leaning against him as he twists you so your legs are draped across his lap as he leans against his headboard.

“I had a bunch of vacation days built up and.. I really wanted to see you. I missed you so much and our anniversary is coming up,” you explain.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” you and Deacon say together.

“Well, it’s an excellent surprise. You didn’t leave any evidence you were here. Although, how did you get in?”

“Hondo let me use his key.”

“Hondo. Of course. That’s why he wanted me to go straight home. Are you hungry?”

“I ordered food. It’s hidden in your kitchen,” you reply.

“You’re amazing.”

“I know. You’re pretty amazing, too.”

“This was an excellent surprise. Thank you,” Deacon says as he pulls you to your feet.

“There is one more thing,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“Okay,” Deacon says slowly.

“I got a promotion.”

Deacon’s eyes widen as he picks you up, twirling you around. You laugh, holding onto his shoulders. Your hands stay on his shoulders as he sets you back down.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations, you deserve it!”

“That’s not the good part.”

“What’s the good part? That seems pretty good.”

You lean up, close enough to kiss him, as you say, “It’s in Los Angeles.”

Deacon closes the small gap, kissing you like you’re his source of life. When you finally pull back, breathless and feeling whole with Deacon in your arms, you know you made the right decision to come home and take the job.

“Did you forget about the food?” you ask, laughing as Deacon kisses your cheek.

“We can reheat that. I had food earlier, I haven’t seen you in,” he looks at his watch to say, “11 months, 2 weeks, and 14 hours.”

“No minutes?” you ask.

“Just this one,” he replies, pulling you in just to push you backward onto the bed where he found you.

You laugh and cup his face in your hands. “I love you, Deacon Kay.”

“I love you,” Deacon says, his eyes glancing toward the top drawer of his nightstand, where a black velvet box is hidden. Future Mrs. Kay, he adds to himself.

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: minghao + galleries

alternative title: most beautiful art

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

genre: non-idols, fluff, established relationship, art galleries, proposal au

word count: 1877

warnings: pet names (love, darling)

event taglist: @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @shuabby1994 @yonabutnotyuna @lvlystars @k-drama-adict @onedumbho3 @sluttyhansol @haowrld

Art galleries aren't your thing, but they are Minghao's. 

"I think you're a little insane for this," he tells you, half-seriously, but the fondness and wonder is evident in the undercurrent of his voice, and you laugh, watching your boyfriend as he slowly drifts towards the first of the artworks in the room. 

"Insane only for you, my darling," you say teasingly, but he looks back at you with a smile all the same. You shrug, casual, like this is no big deal. "I have friends who have friends in high places. I know how to pull strings in order to hire an art gallery for a couple of hours."

Minghao's eyes widen at that, straightening from where he's bending down to read a plaque. "A couple of hours?" When you only grin wider, he shakes his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now.”

You laugh, putting your hands in the pockets of your dress pants with a bashful shrug. “I know how much you’ve wanted a private viewing in this gallery.”

“I have,” he says, face softening as he walks over to you and kisses you quickly, before grinning, wider than you’ve ever seen him grin before, his expression glowing with an almost childish giddiness. “And if you need me, I’ll be… somehwere.”

With that, he disappears through the several archways into another room, lost into the worlds of paints and marble and stories.

You smile, heart feeling so full to bursting, happy that your boyfriend looks happy. His birthday is coming up soon, but that isn’t the reason that you’ve gone to all the effort to hire this art gallery, just for the two of you, for an obscene amount of money. Oh, no. This is for something a little bit bigger.

You’re planning to propose.

Slowly, you wander through the rooms, keeping an eye out for where Minghao is, smiling impossibly wide as you watch him take pictures in the empty gallery, very clearly enjoying himself immensely. Art galleries have a certain ambience that is rather nice, you suppose. With all the gilded frames and wooden floors and the entire aura of beauty and delicacy and riches, it really would make a nice place to propose.

Everything is all planned out. In the center showroom of the gallery, you’ve managed to ask them to empty it out completely. In your pocket, the velvet ring case sits comfortably against your thigh, a warm secret you’re planning on exposing very, very soon. And in your heart, there resides a mess of nerves, but also hope, hope that everything will turn out well.

You’ve been dating for years now, and you’re both settled, and talks of marriage have been skirted around for at least a year. Minghao will smile and shake his head whenever you bring it up, and an excited giddiness rises up inside you every time you think of what his reaction will be of you proposing to him.

“Y/N, love, come look at this!”

Your head snaps up at Minghao’s voice, and you automatically find yourself gravitating towards it, drifting across the room to where he is. “I’m coming!”

Well, you don’t have long to wait to find out. Somewhere, waiting up in the CCTV room, there’s Junhui, who’s watching and waiting for your go-signal so that he can launch your proposal surprise.

But until then, you’ll enjoy this gallery date with your boyfriend, his arm linked with yours.

———————————— 🌃

You’re hiding something, and Minghao knows it.

He knows it for two reasons: number 1 being that you’re unusually jumpy, and number 2 being that you’re actually paying attention to the art.

He’s brought you to countless museums and art galleries before, sometimes against your will, most of the time with you agreeing to go. But he’s noticed that you never really look all that closely at the artworks. Mostly, you’re following him around, taking pictures of him, chattering thoughtfully or staying silent.

But as he watches you squint unusually hard at one oil painting portrait, he decides that you’re definitely hiding something from him.

“Darling?”

You flinch, and then lift your head up to look at him, eyes bright under the gallery lights as you beam. “Yes, my love?”

Minghao looks at you for a long moment, before just smiling and extending his hand out to you. He smiles wider as your eyes light up even more, and you walk over to him without questioning, grasping his outstretched hand and interlacing your fingers together.

Well, really, if you keep smiling at him like that forever, then he kind of thinks that it'll be okay for you to keep your secret for however long you want.

He leans in and kisses your cheek, softly, chuckling as you scrunch your nose at the action. “Let’s keep going, he says, squeezing your hand. “Two hours isn’t as long as you think.”

“That’s true,” you say thoughtfully, and follow dutifully as he leads you out of the room and into another. “In which case, why don’t we go to the center showroom now? They probably have all of the best stuff, right?”

“Sure,” Minghao says, guiding you through the rooms. He looks back at you, once, and then slows down, the smile on his face spreading.

You stop too, the confusion evident on your face, before Minghao steps into your space and brushes the finger of his other hand over your cheek, and then kissing you softly. It’s a short kiss, short and sweet, but you smile against his lips almost instantly, melting into him as the finger on your cheek turns into a whole hand. He cradles your face, delicate, and lets out a quiet laugh as you hum in content when he pulls away.

“I love you,” he says, low and sincere. “And I always will. I’ve loved you for too long to stop loving you now.”

“Goodness, look at you getting all cheesy on me,” you say teasingly, the adoration clear as day in your gaze as he brushes his thumb over your cheek once before letting you go, walking back through the gallery once more. “I guess I managed to turn the Xu Minghao into a softie, hm?”

Minghao fakes an exasperated sigh, his own lips twitching upwards in fondness. “I guess you really have.”

He finally arrives to a room that leads into the center showroom, but then his steps slow in confusion as he takes in the sight through the archways. He frowns, confusion giving way to concern and worry.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “Why is this room empty?”

You just smile, and release his hand. You take a step back, and then gesture for him to walk into the showroom. “Go on,” you encourage. “It’ll make sense in a minute, I promise.”

Minghao tilts his head, lips twisted in bewilderment, but he does as you ask. He walks into the room, slowly, looking around for anything suspicious. But he can’t see anything, and he stops in the middle of the room to look back at you. You’re standing at the entranceway, and your smile looks like it’s trembling. If Minghao didn’t know any better, he’d say you were sad.

But he does know better, has known you for years, and knows that when your eyes sparkle like that, you're not sad, but excited.

“Perfect,” you breathe out, and suddenly all the lights go off in the room, save for a spotlight directly over Minghao.

He blinks, startled. “Y/N?”

“Minghao,” you return, smiling wider. “Hao, what do you think the most beautiful piece of art in the world is?”

Minghao simply gapes, open-mouthed, trying to understand what’s going on.

“Is it one of your own paintings?” you ask. “Is it a painting at all? Maybe it’s a sculpture. A collage. A dance piece.” You step forward, slowly. “Art can come in many forms. Beauty comes in many forms.” You interlace your fingers together, gradually making your way across the threshold and into the showroom. “Hao. Guess what I think the most beautiful art in the world is.”

Minghao shakes his head. “I don’t know.” His heart is pounding: he doesn’t know what you’re doing.

“It’s you,” you say, and your words are warm and he sees the way your eyes positively light up at your own confession. “Ever since the day we met, it’s always been you. You, with your wit and your sarcasm and your gentleness and your… well, your everything. You’ve always been the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”

“Me?” The cogs are turning in Minghao’s brain, trying to work out what you’re doing as you continue to step even closer to him, until you’re almost at the edges of the light of his spotlight.

You stop, right before you can step into the circle of light. “The center showroom is for special artworks,” you say. “For special exhibitions, too. Special visits, from special people, who might be interested in the artwork, who find themselves enamoured by it, and want to spend years gazing at the artwork that most catches their eye.” You pause, and then smile. “It’s for special proposals, of a sorts.”

Finally, finally, everything clicks. Minghao’s eyes widen as he watches you reach into your pocket and slowly get down on one knee in front of him.

“Oh,” he says, stunned. “You’re…”

“Xu Minghao," you say, and your voice is shaking, but your eyes are brighter than a thousand stars. "I love you. Perhaps more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything, before. And I promise to cherish you, to appreciate you, and to show you that love for as long as the two of us live, if you're willing."

You swallow, take a deep breath, and then beam up at him, opening the little velvet box in your hands to reveal a diamond engagement ring. 

"Minghao," you say softly, voice quietened with nerves, "will you marry me?"

There's a heavy moment as Minghao simply stares down at you, speechless, hand over his mouth. And then he nods, vigorously, pulling you to your feet and cradling your face in his hands. 

"Yes! Oh, of course," he breathes, and then wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. "Of course. I love you. I love you."

He repeats it over and over as he rubs circles into your back, feeling the way you shake in his arms, his own mind still reeling over the fact that he's just been proposed to. By the love of his life. 

You're murmuring "I love you"s right back at him, and his heart swells as he pulls away and lets you slide the ring on his finger, lips twitching upwards in both amusement and sheer joy. 

He looks up from his hand to your face, and under the bright light of the spotlight, you look like you're glowing, both with happiness and a beautiful, angelic light. 

"For the record," Minghao says, as his newly ringed left hand cups your cheek and the other rests against your waist, "in my opinion, you're the most beautiful piece of art too."

And then he leans in, and your fiancé's lips against yours are utter bliss. 

[rhysintherain]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you 💙

Sorry it took me literal weeks to answer this, it's busy season at work and 'happy' hasn't been a word nearly as common in my mind as 'the deadline is in 20 minutes and I have 1.5 hours of work to do first'.

But it's been slowly calming down, it's starting to feel like summer isn't just a distant dream, and I probably can't stay in a bad mood when the leaves are starting to come out and everything smells like budding poplars and sunlight.

So...

1. Afternoon storms

Took this photo biking with Pixie yesterday evening as the storms rolled past my river valley. There's nothing like a dark sky and the distant rumble of thunder to remind you that the universe is huge and complicated and doesn't care especially much about your tiny corner of existence. And that we've been navigating it since life first crawled up the first beach, and we'll keep doing so as long as there's a world to live on.

2. Vacation prep. My spring vacation is coming up with alarming speed, which means I need to pull out all my travel and camping gear, fill fuel and charge batteries, and get ready to go in a couple weeks. I love packing for trips.

3. Biking with the dog. Everyone keeps saying how hard bikejoring looks, but Pixie has been doing this since she was like 6 months old, and she's extremely good at it. Having a hyper dog forces me to go outside and enjoy spring, and her endless endurance means we get to go further and find different places every week. No regrets, no matter how tired I am I always enjoy riding around the neighborhood.

And Pixie loves running more than just about anything.

4. Being outside in the Pacific Northwest. I'm heading south to my hometown in a couple weeks, and this is the 2nd best time of year for it. Coastal old growth ecosystems work their way into your soul and never leave, and I miss the beaches and cedar forests. Time to drag my little sisters to the edge of the Pacific ocean, collect materials I can't get in the interior, and wander around my old stomping grounds to see what's changed and what hasn't. Last year I saw some signs that wolves might be moving back into the area around the ranch, so I'll have to see if I can collect more evidence.

5. Flint knapping. I might order some new materials this summer, and I'm still experimenting with industrial glass. Hoping to make some dacite and maybe obsidian points for a friend's grad gift, and definitely need to make some new antler pressure flakers for detail work. Pictures of new stone tools coming soon.

[nolanhollogay]

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

vincetate ! [everyone but me boos]

+

As abnormal as it may seem, Tate was comfortable with the weight of a gun in his hand. He'd been doing shooting practice in the backyard for years at this point, since his 13th birthday. (All he'd wanted that year was a new bike. Instead he got a pistol.)

Since then, every first Saturday of the month, he'd shoot at targets. Well, except for those two godawful months in New York – which was incredibly ironic given that it could be argued he'd need a gun more there than in Woodsboro.

Seeing as it was the first Saturday of June, Tate was behind the trailer, gun in hand. His dad named her Monica, after some sitcom character who apparently looked just like his mom. Tate didn't use the name, or see the resemblance.

His dad watched as he shot at the paper targets he'd hung that morning, face crinkled in concentration.

"Aim for the head, Tater Tot," he said, lazily. He was daydrinking again, a can of beer in the cupholder of the chair he was sitting in.

Tate groaned. His aim was shit, no matter what he did. "You know I'm not good at this."

"That's why we practice," his dad said, sweetly, voice gentle. He rarely yelled, even when Tate did stupid shit, even when he was so pissed off he couldn't find the words. Tate loved him for it. "I'm gonna go order pizza. You keep trying, alright?"

"Yeah, dad." He waited until his dad was inside to pull out his phone, the arm holding the gun dropping to his side.

He was met with his usual notifications. Tara and Mindy having a heated debate about a horror movie – in this case, Hereditary – in the group chat, with Wes trying to get them to relax. An Instagram notification from Nancy, who posted yet another picture of her dog. A text from Chad.

Heart sinking then rising like he was on a rollercoaster, he clicked on the text.

From: chad !!

are you going to be MIA all summer? we miss you :( and you know the gc can't handle tara and mindy and their snobby horror shit without you to play moderator

He was about to type out a response, an explanation that he needed to watch over his dad, but his attention was pulled away by the sharp sound of a whistle.

Eyes flying up, he was met with Vince Schneider, one of Woodsboro's finest.

"Hi, Sheriff Jr. It's good to see you," he said, smiling like he knew something Tate didn't. He was hot in that disgusting, greasy mechanic, line cook who didn't bathe kind of way. Tate wasn't above admitting that he was kind of attracted to him, especially when he smiled at him like that.

Still, he was a sleazeball and not worth Tate's time. "Why are you in my yard?"

Vince smiled even wider, tilting his head. "A man can't take a walk?"

"That doesn't explain why you're in my yard."

Tate's phone lit up in his hand again. Another text from Chad.

From: chad !!

tateeeee :( reply to meeeee

Vince's eyes danced with amusement. Sadly, Tate's stomach swooshed a little at the sight. "A man can't stop his walk to appreciate a pretty boy?"

Tate rolled his eyes, fluttery feelings gone as soon as they came. "Get off my property."

Vince stepped into his personal space, so close their feet were touching. He smelt like used matches and cigarettes and musky cologne. Tate didn't hate it. "You wanna say that again? Put some more bass in your voice?"

Tate scoffed. "I'm not afraid of you."

Vince raised an eyebrow before he smiled again. "And why not?"

Tate raised his right hand. "Because I'm literally holding a gun."

They were standing close enough for Tate to watch him swallow harshly. Though he tried not to show it, fear was evident on his face, for just a moment.

"You're bolder than you look, Sheriff Jr. I like it," he said.

Tate scoffed. "I don't care what you like. Get out of my yard."

Vince laughed, smiling again. "You know, for some reason I don't think that's true.."

From inside the trailer, Tate's dad shouted, "Tate, do you want sausage or pepperoni?"

Vince's smile stayed plastered on his face as he stepped back, brushing his hand on Tate's arm. "I'll see you around, Sheriff Jr."

Tate was a bit ashamed by the blush in his cheeks as he watched him go.

"Tate?" his dad called, and he jumped.

"Sorry, I was zoning out! Sausage!" he said, as he looked back to his phone.

He paused, trying to figure out what to say to Chad. It didn't feel right to mention his interaction with Vince. It felt like.. a betrayal even though nothing had happened, and nothing would happen.

Maybe he could just keep this to himself.

To: chad !!

sorry! shooting practice today, u know how my dad is

[luciathcv]

san sebastian - syj

summary: you have a rly cute waiter who you find out to be eric from the boyz - based off of eric on the genius paik season 2 || warnings: none || genre: fluff || word count: approximately 1400

I walked down the street with my best friend, Sophie, just trying to take in the new environment. We had arrived in San Sebastián only two days before for our little vacation.

“How about there?” Sophie broke me out of my trance as I admired the area. She pointed to a Korean place.

I thought that it was interesting that there was a Korean place here. “Um.. yeah. Okay.” I nodded.

She smiled and headed towards the store. We both walked inside the restaurant which was more of an outdoor restaurant.

“Do we just-” Sophie stopped talking when we saw what seemed to be a worker walk out to us. “Hello.” She greeted him.

The guy, who I must admit, was pretty cute, walked over to us. “Hello.” He glanced over at me. “How many people?” He asked us, giving us a charismatic smile.

“Just us two.” Sophie answered him and I just nodded. 

“Outside or inside?” He asked us.

Sophie glanced at me, “Um,” I glanced at her as well before looking at the worker, “Outside, please.” I told him.

“Sure. Follow me.” He tells us and we follow after him as he leads us to our seats.

He sits us down and puts two menus in front of us, “I'll be back to get your drink orders.” He tells us. “My name's Eric if you need anything.” He then says.

Sophie and I both nodded as we smiled and he smiled back before walking off.

Once he walked away, Sophie gave me a knowing look. I didn't even try to pretend like I didn't know why she was looking at me like that.

“He is so your type.” She teased.

“I know.” I blushed a little. “But, I mean.. this may sound weird.. but I swear he looks familiar.”

“Girl, we're in a whole different country, why would he look familiar?” Sophie asks me.

“I don't know.” I shrugged. “But, I swear I've seen him before.”

“He said his name was Eric. Do you know any Eric's?” Sophie asked me.

I thought for a moment, “No..” I said. I then got my phone out and clicked on Google. I sat there, staring at my screen as I thought for a moment, feeling a sudden burst of determination.

I repeated his name in my head, trying to think of where I might've known him from. I then found myself thinking about Eric from The Boyz. I giggled to myself, yeah, that definitely wasn't him.

Despite the fact that I knew it wasn't him, I decided to look him up either way, with no particular reason.

The page loaded and I was met with pictures of Eric from The Boyz. Oh my god. I scrolled through the images and I realized that this Eric was Eric from The Boyz.

“You guys know what you want to drink?” Someone said and I looked up from my drink to see Eric. I immediately shut my phone off and put it face down on the table. I suddenly felt even more nervous than I did before.

“Um, can I get coke?” Sophie asked Eric.

“Yeah.” He gave her a smile before looking over at me.

“Uh, I'll get coke too.” I say, hoping that the shakiness in my voice wasn't too evident.

“Sure,” Eric smiled down at me. “two cokes coming right up.” He said, still looking at me before he walked off to get our drinks.

As soon as he went inside, I immediately looked at my best friend. She looked confused for a moment but as soon as I got my phone, turned it on, and showed her my search she gasped.

“Oh my god.” She said with a wide smile.

“I know.” I said as I put my phone down on the table again.

“He totally thinks you're fine though.” She suddenly told me.

I blinked a few times, “No way. Do you know how many kpop idols he sees in his daily life? I'm nothing compared to them.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, “Maybe they're not his type.”

I was about to say something back but I immediately shut my mouth when I saw Eric walking over to us with our drinks.

“Your two cokes.” He said as he placed a coke in front of each of us. “Do you guys know what you want yet?” He then asked us.

I just then realized that I was too busy thirsting over this guy that I realistically had no chance with when the whole point of me being here was to eat.

“Not yet.” Sophie yells at him and I was amazed at how she was able to act so unfazed while I was over here struggling.

“No problem.” Eric tells us before he goes so that we could look at the menus.

Sophie and I both started looking at our menus. I was kind of distracted though as I tried to decide on what I wanted.

“Excuse me.” I heard Sophie call out and I looked up to see her looking at Eric who walked over to us. “I know what I want but I think she needs some help deciding.” Sophie suddenly tells Eric who looks over at me. 

“Um, I- yeah.” I said as I looked up at him.

Eric comes over, “Mind if I look?” He asks me and I shyly nod as he leans down a little closer to me as I hold the menu up for him to see. “I mean, cheese bulgogi is pretty good.” Eric tells me, looking over at me, his distance remaining.

I can't bring myself to look away from him no matter how hot I could feel my cheeks getting, “Okay, I'll go with that then.” I tell him softly as he nods and stands up straight again. I put my menu on the table as he writes down what I want.

“I can take your guys’ menus.” He tells us and Sophie hands him her menu. He then looks over at me as I pick up my menu off the table and hand it to him. Eric then walks off with the menus and I shyly put my face in my hands.

“You're so obvious.” Sophie giggles. “He definitely liked it though.” She then says.

“No, he didn't.” I respond, my voice a little muffled.

“Yes, he did.” Sophie giggles. I removed my face from my hands, shocked that she could find this whole situation so amusing while I was here flustered and suffering.

Eventually, Eric came out with our food. He placed our dishes in front of the both of us along with our utensils.

“You guys need anything else?” He asks us.

“No, thank you.” Sophie tells him.

Eric glances over at me and I shyly shake my head. He nods, “Enjoy, guys.” He says before walking off.

After we finished eating, another waitress came over and gave us the check and took our dirty dishes from us. Sophie and I put our money in the little check book thing along with a tip.

Eric then came back and took the check book from us, “Have a good day.” He told us.

“You too.” Sophie and I both said back before he smiled at me and walked off.

Sophie and I walked outside of the restaurant and were about to head in the direction of our hotel when Sophie went, “Ah!” I looked over at her, wondering what was wrong. “I forgot something in the restaurant. I'll be right back.” She told me. I was unsure of what she forgot but I just told her to go back to get it as I waited out here for her, not wanting to go back inside with her just in case I saw Eric again.

After a few minutes, Sophie came out of the store with a look on her face that just made me know that she did something.

“What'd you do?: I suspiciously asked.

“I may or may not have given Eric your number.” She told me.

I gasped, “Sophie!”

“Hey! It doesn't hurt!” She said back. “I knew the both of you weren't going to do anything but I sensed the tension and decided to take matters into my own hands.” Sophie told me.

“He's never going to text me anyways so it doesn't even matter.” I said.

Later that night, I lie in the fluffy hotel bed, fresh out of the shower and in my pajamas. I was scrolling through my phone when a notification came up.

unknown hey it's eric

ᥫ᭡ part two

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[heizours]

ONCE UPON A DREAM

summary. he had a dream, where you cheated on him. but when he confronted you about it, he realized that the both of you aren't dating in the first place (first work!)

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. implied cheating (in the dream only), possesive behaviors, angsty to fluff, might be ooc

feat. zhongli, scaramouche, xiao

ZHONGLI.

Ater spending many times with you, Zhongli was sure you were giving him feelings that are more to a friend, and he had accepted it with open arms.

You're most likely the only person who can give him butterflies even though it was hard to catch, you're the mora of his eye and you're the only person capable to make this man blush, even in the slightest of it.

Recently he has been thinking when is the perfect time to confess his love for you and he was lowkey hoping you will give your love in return.

Hu Tao, having in the mood to prank someone found her perfect target and it was him so without having second thoughts she made him drink his tea. For him he may see it as a normal one but inside it was a sleeping potion that Hu Tao had put inside it, which only lasts for about an hour.

As Zhongli took a sip of it, he soon finds his eyelids slowly closing. At first he tried to fight it off since a customer might barge in the funeral parlor anytime, but he soon gave up since it was no use stopping himself from sleeping.

A few moments after his slumber, he found himself looking at your figure but before he can even approach you or call out your name, a person suddenly came in the picture running towards you and hugging you tight.

This left Zhongli confused? maybe also angry at what he was witnessing? finally connecting the dots, he realized that you were loving another person and as much as it pains for him to clearly say it, that person is not him.

Zhonglo appears as a calm and rational person but the same old Morax who fought during the archon war still lives inside him.

All those rational thoughts were being slowly thrown out of the window, as he tried to stop his draconial instincts from doing something irrational.

He felt angry? No, it looks like angry was not the right word for it but more like betrayed. soon he founds himself snapping his eyes open.

Forgetting that he had just woken up from a nap he made his way to find and confront you about it. 

Zhongli made his way out of the funeral parlor, he started walking outside the streets of Liyue hoping to find a glimpse of your figure.

He was still shaken up from the dream he had experience, and he finds himself slowly frowning while thinking of any possible reason why you did that.

‘Did they didn’t love me? Was I not giving them enough love?’

Soon his feet had came into a stop when he saw you sitting on one of the tables outside Wanmin Restaurant, at that point he wasted no time in approaching you and was aching to get an explanation from you.

Meanwhile at your perspective, Hu Tao was just inside the restaurant ordering for the both of you.

Your eyes soon caught Zhongli’s figure and he was approaching you, but as he kept coming closer you couldn't help but feel nervous especially his eyes that holds emotions you cannot seem to make out.

As he took a seat which has been occupied already by Hu Tao, you were about to greet him when he beat you up to it.

“Where did it go wrong?." His voice was still the same as it is but it holds sadness and betrayal.

And you, you were beyond confused what he was talking about so you kinda dodge his question.

“Zhongli, what do you mean by that?." You asked as one of your eyebrows had raised in confusion.

Zhongli took a deep breath before speaking again, but this time it was evident that there is something wrong.

“My dear, if you are seeing another person behind my back please don’t continue to hide it anymore." He spoked again, his next statement made your eyes widened not expecting those words to come out from him.

Then it suddenly hit you, that Zhongli thought that you were seeing someone else behind his back and he is confronting you about it, even though the both of you are not even dating, yet.

As Zhongli awaits your reply, you are trying your best to not lose your composure before replying back at him.

“Zhongli, I in my entire life won’t even try to see another person especially if it’s with you. You are the most caring and loving person I have met, what reason do you think I have to cheat on you? none, since all those reasons I were looking for was already in you. How can I find another lover when I already have one of my own whom I pledge that I will love continuously? Please don’t ever think of tha." You genuinely replied before raising your hand and caressing his cheek.

Although there was an evident blush on your cheeks that you couldn’t stop since you just undirectly found out that the man you are growing feelings for loved you back.

At your confession, Zhongli couldn’t help but leaned more into your touch before you spoke again.

“But Zhongli, how can I-i cheat on you when we are not even in a relationship in the first place?" Your strained voice continued

And if all of color on Zhongli’s face hasn’t drained yet, well it is now. Not to mention you both heard clattering noises behind, only to find out Hu Tao accidentally walked in the moment Zhongli started asking you questions.

After that romantic yet awkward incident, Zhongli took the opportunity to confessed his feelings for you and asked for your hand as his lover, as for Hu Tao she made a mental note to avoid pranking Zhongli from now on, but hey she was glad she acted as the wingman for the both of you.

It was safe to say Zhongli was more than relieved after all that experience, it was safe to say he can finally have the chance to say that you are his, and he is yours.

SCARAMOUCHE.

As each day passed, Scaramouche was going more and more irritated with how his division members are acting. Every time he commands them to do him something they never get it done.

To add it to the stress and irritation he is feeling, he hasn’t seen you in the past few days making his poor subordinates have to deal with his loud blabbering.

At this point his division was practically on the verge of kidnapping finding you, so at least their boss will be less strict and irritated.

He is currently in his office as the clock has already striked by midnight, but for him there is no rest. He needs to exceeds the Tsaritsa's expectations from him, causing him to be drown by paperwork.

Scaramouche is not one to fall asleep immediately but since it has been a very long day for him, he can’t help but give up and maybe give his self some rest before continuing it later.

But what he didn’t expect was he was going to dream of you afterwards; there stood your figure’s back facing him, at first he was hesitating if he should approach you but those plan seems to vanished when he saw a person walking towards you with.....a baby in their hands? He was a little confused at the scenario happening in front of him.

All hell breaks loose, when he saw the person giving you the baby in your arms and kissing the baby’s forehead before giving the same action to the mysterious person. He may or may not look like he is about to pop a vein right now.

The next thing he knew was, the lights went out before he can feel his eyes slowly opening. he stayed like that for a moment before snapping his head up after realizing he needs to find you right now or else he might start doing something you don’t want to know.

Scaramouche made his way out on the look out to find you.

To say that he was not pleased with what he saw —second by second he is becoming more irritated if he doesn’t find you soon.

That was until he heard some laughs not that far, it seems like you were laughing with somebody else?

‘How dare you, first you are going behind my back and now you are with somebody else?’

So without wasting a chance, he stomped towards the direction were he can clearly hear your laughs.

There you are standing next to Childe, not aware the danger coming your way since you were too busy laughing at his jokes.

Well as they say fun moments will always have an end, when you finished wiping your tears from laughing you opened your eyes to be met with Scaramouche’s.

“I would like to talk to you about something." He said before going to another direction, as you raised your eyebrow before deciding to follow him — not before sending a quick nod to Childe that you will be right back which he bid a small wave in return

“You have 5 seconds to tell me, who is that person you are seeing behind my back or I will look for them myself." He crossed his arms

“Excuse me? What in the archons are you talking about?" You shot him a confused look.

Scaramouche’s patience is holding thin and it’s not helping with the answers you were giving him.

“I am not repeating myself again, tell me who that person is? I won’t let a threat like them, get the hands of my significant other." He continued to demand, this time looking straight into your eyes.

Meanwhile at your perspective, your eyes widened like saucers at what he just told you. Did he just indirectly confessed to you? Does he know that you guys are not even dating?.

At the sudden realization, your cheeks were soon covered with blush and this time your heart’s rapid beating doesn’t seem to slow dow.

“Kuni, do you not have a little bit of a trust in me? I wouldn’t ever cheat on a person like you, especially that you are a harbinger which means you can hunt down anyone who even dares to hurt or have contact with me. You may have an attitude that others may hate but for me I am seeing something different. It looks like you are just afraid to be left alone and lose yourself again, if there is one person who can only have me that person is you." You confessed

And now it was his turn to blush at your confession, your words were so genuine that his movements can’t help but wrapped you tightly inside his arms. But before the moment can last any longer you interrupted it, and this time telling him the reality first.

“As much as I want to last this moment longer, I-i think you should also be aware that we are not yet dating." You awkwardly said to break the tension

With his pride who was just crashed at what you had said, the tip of his ears are now turning red due to the embarrassment.

‘How can you be such a fool? That was just a dream you idiot’

After that not-so-good situation, it is good to say that you and Scaramouche were holding hands while going back to Childe which caught the ginger’s eyes before teasing that finally Scaramouche has made the move.

Scaramouche may not show it, but inside he was glad and more happy now that he took his relationship with you to the next level. His division took noticed he is in a little good mood, and thanked the archons they didn’t get much from him afterwards.

XIAO.

Xiao, was having a little crisis when it comes to his feelings for you. On one hand he wants to tell his feelings for you and on the other hand he is backing down the minute he is talking to you.

He dearly loves you, but he is being a little hesitant since not any mortal has given the adeptus this kind of feelings; and that mortal who was able to gave him those was none other than you.

Every spare time he can’t help but imagine what it feels like being in your arms, every time he can’t help but imagine what it feels like to love you and to be loved by you.

Adepti's don't really need to sleep, but in Xiao's case he has been overthinking too much that his body began to react like how the human body does. Until one day it’s his body who gave up and surrendered itself to a deep slumber in Wangshu Inn.

After his eyes completely shut down, he finds himself in an unknown place. The place was filled with flowers, there was a red carpet underneath his feet and an altar.

At first he was quite confused, but then there he saw you in the aisle and taking another....person’s hand?

The realization had hit him that it was your wedding and the person who will soon be the person to spend the rest of your life with was not him. This made him think that maybe you deserve someone better as him, after all he is an immortal and you’re not, which means you can’t live and be by his side forever.

Before he knew it the lights snapped as dark as the night and he felt his eyes snapped open. Forget about his sleep he needs to see you right now before it’s too late.

As Xiao walked out of the Inn, he dashed outside to find you. At first it seems like luck is not on his side, but after a few minutes on not giving up on searching for you, he heard your voice.

He followed it and as he went closer and closer, he heard two more voices which are quite familiar with him. So taking in a quick peek, he saw you having a talk with Aether and Paimon.

It seems like you were enjoying their company, but as much as he doesn’t want to interrupt he really needs to talk to you. So taking in a deep breath he made out of his hiding spot and walked towards the three of you.

Paimon was the first once to noticed, soon followed by both you and Aether.

“Greetings Traveler and Paimon, I’m afraid I’ll have to borrow this person real quick." He stated before pointing his finger at you, which you gave him a confused look for.

Nevertheless you nodded and before leaving, you send a quick wave to the duo who returned the gesture.

“What seems to be the problem?." You asked, he looked at you and there was a long silence followed

As you awaited for his answer, you can him fidgeting and it looks like he can’t calm down about something.

You were about to asked him again since you were beginning to worry, when he already decided to open his mouth.

“If you are seeing another person behind my back, I understand but do you really have to go the point were I have to see it myself?." He asked

Your jaw dropped from his bold movements, as this man had managed to caught you off guard — and for sure you can feel that the heat are slowly rushing to your cheeks.

After all, it seems like Xiao has misunderstand the situation for he thinks you are cheating on him but in reality neither he nor even you had the strong will to confess to each other.

At the sudden realization, you decided that maybe it’s now the time you confess to this man in a way where he doesn't need to worry anymore about being left all alone.

“Xiao, a person like me won’t even try to see another person behind my back. Because the only person who can make me feel so many types of things is you, you have no idea how I want to be in your arms, you have no idea that in all the seven nations you are the only man who can make me feel that you are my safe place. No one can tear us apart." You assured him, as if you didn’t just confessed to him when your whole face is literally like a tomato right now.

Xiao’s eyes widened at your response, the rapid beating from his heart that was full of nervousness was now replaced with assurance.

He step forward to you, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. Although you hate to break it, you needed to tell him something more important, as you started to be a little nervous for the reaction he is going to show.

“I don’t know how you will react to this but...y-you and me are not yet in a relationship Xiao."

As those words left your mouth, his arms wrapped more tighter around your body before mumbling something on top of your head

“Well we are now." He responded

You may not see it right now, but Xiao is just as embarrassed as you are, he just refused to let you see it.

After that whole situation, you were out for so long that Aether and Paimon were beginning to worry they decided to look for the both of you.

Just to find you and Xiao still hugging each other, under the shining moon. Where the both you don’t care right now if anyone was to see you in this position, where what matters here is the both of you are in each other’s arms after yearning for each other for such a long time and are willing to treasure this moment for as long as you can.

Paimon may or may not had tried to call out to the both of you, not before Aether put a hand on her mouth before dragging her flying form back at the Inn.

[thecameronchronicles]

Domestic

TW: Smut. Mommy kink. Breeding. Daddy kink. Degrading Kink. 

SUMMARY: A simple act of domestic bliss sends Rafe desperate to make you a mommy…

WORD COUNT: 1600

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Anonymous asked:

omg ok i was thinking of this while looking at your masterlists! do you think you could write something where reader is engaged to Rafe and she's making dinner for his parents and he wants to make her a mom? (daddy kink, degrading, breeding kink, etc) Thank you!! :) (btw i love your work)

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!*

Domestic

“Three tablespoons of butter and a dash of salt…” You read the recipe from your phone, turning in every other direction to keep everything in order. The aromatic vegetables would be stirred every so often, steamed to perfection as the florets of broccoli would fall apart once penetrated with a fork. The ham lined with pineapple and a homemade glaze, memorized from your mother having embedded it within your mind since you could first remember the recipe and hold a spatula, would be at the cusp of turning that perfect golden brown. And finally, the blueberry cobbler, a favorite to Rafe’s father, and your soon-to-be father-in-law, was in preparation for the oven once the main dish would be removed and set to be replaced. 

But where you were this perfectionist, so much so that it often put you at odds against your fiance as he was was more of a procrastinator, his eyes were fixated on you from the distant analysis he held in you as he had emerged from his home office once smelling the meal he was due to consume in less than an hour. Yet, he would find the most mouthwatering detail to be that of you draped in a perfect summer dress that taunted him in its perfection. 

“Rafe…” You teased as his lips fell at your shoulder and his grip was around your hips, taking you to the island still wearing the evidence of your homemade crust. 

“You were made for this…” He explained while pushing you into the ledge of the counter, insinuating a double meaning by both the actions of a housewife you’d already showcased as well as the presence of his cock, indicating your purpose was to pleasure him this way as well. 

“They’re going to be here in less than…” You turned towards the oven to check the clock as he would use this turn of your head to deepen his lips to that curve of your neck, your favorite spot for him to savor you. 

“You look so beautiful like this…Cooking…Flour on your cheek and a skirt making it so easy for me to do this…” He explained while pulling the fabric upwards enough to reveal your naked hips. 

“And it looks like you know exactly what I need, don’t you, baby? Hmmm? Or are you just THAT much of a whore for me?” The truth was, it was a bit of both. You knew whenever you’d wear a skirt that he would be pleasantly surprised to find your lack of panties awaiting his seeking fingertips, but you also knew that he managed to make you alter from the innocuous girl you once were into the harlot of a woman he made you into exclusively for him. 

“I can’t wait to be married to you-”

“Only a few more months…” You spoke excitedly, still drawn more into his lips to your neck than the fixation of his words, but the idea of being “Mrs Rafe Cameron” having always thrilled you to tear you from any other focus. 

“I can’t wait that long-”

“For what?” You chuckled as he suddenly pulled you over the counter, skirt fisted behind your back as his second hand moved to your hair, lifting you just high enough so he could make out your expressions as you turned to him. 

“I’m gonna breed you, sweetheart-”

“Rafe!”

“Takes nine months, right? Nobody would even know as you smiled for those pictures looking so beautiful in that white dress, undeserving of it because you’re anything but fucking innocent…Nobody knowing you’re stuffed with my baby, soon to be swollen so I can take care of you…massage you…mmm…” He growled at the devilish thoughts on broadcast across his mind. 

Of course, you’d thought about this with him, you wouldn’t be marrying him if it wasn’t a conversation you’d had. But this soon? So soon after being married? It wasn’t a car you could switch once you got bored or wanted something new. It was a lifelong commitment that was bigger than even marriage because that could be annulled or separated, even ending in divorce. But a child…it meant being bound forever, no matter what. 

“Don’t you want me to make you a mommy, baby? Your tits are gonna get so big-”

“Rafe!”

“So I can suck on them…Make ‘em feel good for you…” He kneaded the sensitive flesh now, pulling his palms beneath the fabric of your dress and exposing them to the air. 

“Every night, giving you baths were not an inch of your skin is untouched…”

“We should talk about this after dinner…Have an actual conversation about it-”

“No. Seeing you work that pretty little ass off all day…wearing this dress-without panties, because you’re such a fucking whore, you want this just as badly as I do…” He pulled you only by your cheek to face him, his cock teasing your folds as your eyes fluttered to remain open. 

“Unless I’m wrong. Unless you don’t want to have my baby…”

“I do, Rafe…” You were suddenly forced back over the counter, his cock silencing any further words beyond that of your agreement. 

“You wouldn’t be walking around without panties unless you wanted this…Playing innocent in this little dress…baking pies and setting out our best silverware…And I want them to sit around that table, completely unaware you’re stuffed with my cum…Just waiting for it to give me what I want…”

“Rafe…” You groaned as he held you by your shoulder, harsh thrusts taking you to and from his waist, his depth incomparable and distracting enough to forget of the recipes swirling in your head from the beginning of the morning or even how anybody from a gardener to the mail man could walk before the window of the kitchen. All that mattered was pleasing him. 

“Tell me you want it, baby-”

“I want it! Rafe…” He paused, suddenly turning you to face him. He would threaten his cock against you once again, this time doing so as your legs were pulled to the edge of the counter so once he would penetrate, it would be deep enough to hit THAT spot for you. 

“Call me what I want to hear…you know what it is-you know what I want.”

“Daddy…” You spoke the word almost with a chuckle as he would thrust harshly into you, your body pulling into a recline over the surface of the kitchen counter, your fingers wrapped in desperation around the ledge, as he pounded into you.

“Feel how deep I am inside you, baby? No way you’ll get out of this without being pregnant!”

“Yes, Ra-Daddy! Please give me your baby!”

“This poor baby has a whore for a mommy…But daddy can help make her behave, can’t I?”

“Yes!”

“Good…Gotta be a good mentor…gotta show our kid how to be, right?”

“Rafe!” He stilled his motions, a grip to your neck pulling your back off of the counter. 

“That’s not my fucking name. I don’t want to hurt you, baby…so call me what I want to hear.”

“Sorry, daddy.” Your eyes fell hollow with lust as he would nod wickedly. 

“Good girl…Good fucking girl…Now you want me to come? Hmm? You want my babies inside you?”

“YES! DADDY, PLEASE!” You groaned through clenched teeth as he pulled your legs higher over his shoulders, ankles crossed as he looked down to how beautiful a sight you had been for him. Willing to be fucked for him, filled with his release, and his in every sense. 

“Gonna be so fucking pretty all swollen with me…but the best part is keeping you stuffed with all of my cum so you’ll get pregnant for sure…”

“Yes! Come inside me, daddy! I wanna feel it-”

“Then fuck me back…you wanna be a mommy? Gotta work for it a bit, yeah?” You did what you could with your angle, working towards him as he would accept you with conviction, assisting more than his words suggested he would, before you were trembling under him and he was holding you tight to where not even a hair could be placed between you. 

“You’re gonna take it for me like a good little whore, right? Gonna sit there at dinner tonight so full of me, just waiting for it to make you pregnant for me?”

“Yes, daddy…”

“Good girl-gonna be a good little wife, and the best mommy-”

“Please…say it again.”

“Mommy?’ You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he would kiss you deeply, the final action before you would feel him inside of you, the familiar ribbons of warmth coating your walls, before he would slowly pull out from you. 

“Fuck, sweetheart…” As he looked at your pussy dripping him towards the counter, he was quick to set his fingers to its descent, “Gotta keep every last drop in there…might have to put some panites on-just this once…” But you would shake your head. 

“Still gonna be a whore today?” You nodded. 

“If it comes out, it just means you’ll have to fuck me again.”

“You don’t think I planned on it? Hmph? Now since we’re on the same page for a baby…You’re gonna be so fucking sore, baby…I’m so tempted to cancel this dinner and take you on that table-”

“Rafe…”

“But I want you to wait…Because you’re too greedy…” He smacked your ass, stealing a blueberry from the counter, and leaving you to finish the dinner, wondering if you were going to be welcoming a little Cameron in nine months time…

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[hoedorokishoto]

Random HC's for what some of the KNB Boys wear to bed 💤💕

I would like to preface this by saying these are all headcanon's that popped into my brain intermittently over the course of the day, so enjoy... yes KNB is on my mind 24/7

Shintaro Midorima

So hear me out, I have no evidence to back it up but I 100% believe it in my soul to be true.

This man sleeps 100% naked, always. Excluding basketball and school trips of course.

It all started in Middle School when he kept yawning at practice on day and Aomine caught on and said something along the lines of being too restricted while sleeping. If he just let it all hang loose he would sleep way better "take it from me Midorima"

Because side note, Daiki gets home and strips, regardless of who is there.

After calling Aomine a neanderthal and everything else he could think of under the sun he left and put his lack of sleep down to school stress. Sure to pass after exams.

That was until exams did finish and he was tossing and turning still. His sleep restless. His long limbs flailing around the bed as he moved and tried to get comfortable.

Seeing no end in sight he huffed and did the last thing he ever thought he would do, stripped down to nothing. Getting naked as the day he was born before getting back in bed and laying down.

Sleep finding him surprisingly quick, his eyes shutting as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He hasn't worn clothes to sleep ever since.

I also think that one day his mother came into his room to wake him and got the fright of her life. Both the Midorima's in shock and silence. Without another word she turned around and left. Didn't say a single thing about it and for weeks after whenever they passed each other would just communicate in one word sentences like "Shin" to which he would respond "Mother" and not another word is said.

Daiki Aomine

So to continue with this menace of a man, as previously stated he also sleeps naked.

But isn't even going to try and hide it.

As soon as he gets home he takes off his shoes and clothes and just wears underwear around the house, plopping down on the couch to watch whatever basketball game happened to be on at the time.

He goes straight from the bath or shower into his bedroom and has the towel slung over his shoulder keeping water from dripping down his body.

His parents thought it was cute when he was young and then when he got older tried to get to to at least wear a robe or something but to no avail.

His argument being "I don't know how you can have a problem with it. You made me."

Eventually they just gave up and turned a blind eye. They are now so numb to it that they just have dinner with a half naked Daiki at one end of the table.

Atsushi Murasakibara

110% has different coloured onsies.

Another head canon that has no evidence to back it up but I will go down fighting about it.

Mind you they are custom made, his family getting him one every big holiday and at the start of every school term. Just because he grows so much and has hulked out of so many.

He isn't ashamed either. If the Yosen boys are having a movie night, catch him there in a onsie with a tail. He needs to be comfy while eating snacks and the boys never say anything because really who are they to judge.

Once accidentally washed one with Tatsuya's pristine white sleep shirts and made them all turn various shades of red and pink.

His team mate not being very impressed as they were bulk ordered from some place in America and i quote "were like sleeping on a cloud."

The titan did feel bad and offered him something to sleep in, the raven haired boy being all but swallowed alive in a black and white panda onsie. Some of the fabric dragging along the ground like a train.

Seijuro Akashi

When I close my eyes I can picture Seijuro waking up in a penthouse apartment.

Slipping out of bed and walking over to the open windows, looking out over the city as his butler brings him his coffee.

He slips his hand into the pocket of his long, silk sleep pants and watches the hustle and bustle of the city below.

He prefers the long pants and no shirt in the warmer months and long pants and a t-shirt in a matching colour in the colder months.

I don't have much to say except just clothes your eyes and picture him like I just mentioned... one word. Magnificent. *chef's kiss*

[hotchnerxo]

The chances you take: Chapter 4

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader

Summary: Aaron's shy about his new glasses and needs some encouragement.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: CM case talk, mention of related violence.

A/N: Thank you so so much for everyone who’s already commented! This chapter is posted on my tablet, so if there is some errors on this post, my apologies, they will be fixed tomorrow!

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Chapter 4: Glasses

As awful as it may sound, it’s refreshing to work on a white collar crime for a change. Instead of bloody crime scene pictures on the white board, there were written down theories and aliases for your unsub. The team has been trying to track down a series of frauds that have involved insane amounts of money. Amounts that you can’t quite even comprehend to be real. Unfortunately the unsub has caused two people to even take their own lives due to the loss.

But during this case you have remembered how much you enjoy field work and sitting in an office, reading file after file. It gets dry and boring rather quickly. It has still been a welcome change of space for a couple of days.

It feels great to finally pack away the paperwork and copies of transactions. The case gets to be put behind you, another one solved and families and investors get closure. Definitely a big win. And it has even left you a little bit of time to day dream of what you’d do, if magically even a fraction of that stolen money ended up in your account. A vacation with your daughter would be more than welcome.

Reid is enthusiastically sorting binders to matching boxes, it’s like a big puzzle as all the evidence has been scattered around the table. Hotch is sorting one of the boxes at the opposite side of you as well. By the look on his face, he’s deep in thought. You like the way his brows furrow as he’s considering something.

Your hand goes to reach for one of the binders on the table, and a black eyeglass case gets your attention. You don’t remember seeing that before. It’s closest to Hotchner, but you don’t remember ever seeing glasses on him before. Could they be Reid’s? You know he usually wears contacts, so it’s likely not his.

But why have you never seen Hotch wear the glasses if he owns them? And the case is on the table, so has he had them on before the team was there? Something about him possibly being too shy to use them around his team warms your heart. Or is he just trying to deny that he actually needs them?

“Agent Hotchner? Can I talk with you for a moment?” Tobias, the head of the precinct, called for your boss.

Hotchner nods towards him and turns towards you and Reid “Can you finish these? Rest of the team should be ready soon and we'll be able to go home”.

“No problem” you and Spencer say almost in unison. His voice is like an echo to yours and it makes you turn towards the young genius and grin. Not amused by it, Hotchner excuses himself out of the room.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take the two of you more than a couple of minutes to sort everything out into the right boxes and in neat order by the door. You gather the rest of your belongings and your eyes are drawn to the dark case still on the desk. You reach for them as Spencer doesn’t seem to pay any attention to them.

“Are these yours?” you ask even if you’re pretty confident they belong to your boss. Spencer shakes his head and picks up his brown, worn out leather bag to his shoulder. You bite the inside of your cheek as you wonder if you should take it with you or if Hotch is going to drop by the office before leaving. But you don’t see his carryon bag in the room anymore, so, you decide to pick them up and put them in your bag, just in case.

Within the next hour, you’re glad to be back in the jet. You’re seated in the middle, you usually find yourself sitting by the table. This evening wasn’t an exception. Derek’s sitting next to you by the window, distracted by his phone. Rossi’s in front of him, scrolling something on his iPad as well. JJ and Reid are sitting behind you, playing cards and enjoying some quiet time.

A part of you wants to reach for your book in your bag, but after reading so many files these last couple of days, reading more doesn’t seem that tempting. Instead, you just lean back to your chair and let your mind wander off. As usual, the first thing your mind jumps to is your little girl and what she’s possibly up to at the moment. It’s a little past 3pm, which usually means your mom has just picked her up from daycare and they’re possibly playing outside for a moment.

You let your head turn slightly to the side in an attempt to get more comfortable. A nap wouldn’t be a terrible idea. But before you let your eyes close, you notice Hotchner sitting at the back of the jet by himself. As usual, he has the case’s file in front of him and he’s scribbling something onto his notepad beside him. ‘After all that paperwork you’ve done this week, does he ever take a break?’ you wonder. When during the interview you had described him to be a workaholic, you had barely scratched the surface. He’s the worst case of it you’ve ever seen.

But you also understand it. He tries to be as productive as possible during his time at work. Take care of all the things he needs to, as fast as he can. That way he can actually get home to his son and not worry about it anymore. It makes sense, but you’re pretty sure there’s more than that underneath his inability to let himself rest.

He’s reading something from the file. His eyes narrow as he tries to read and the frown on his features intensifies. At that moment you find yourself reaching for your bag, trying to find the dark case you’d slipped in there earlier. Once you reach it, you get up from your seat and walk towards him, breaking away his concentration.

“Hey” he greets you, looking up to you briefly before his eyes fall back down to the blurry text in front of him. The lighting’s poor and even if it isn’t late yet, the clouds around the jet refuse to let any sunlight in.

“Hey there” you take a seat opposite of him and shake your head slightly at the sight in front of you. “You know” you fidget with the leather case in your hands as you speak “these are quite expensive, especially to use just as decorations”.

He lets the pen fall from his hand to the desk as you offer him back what’s his. There’s a shade of embarrassment on his cheeks as he smiles. He takes the case in his hands, but puts it on the desk beside him. He senses your disapproval and looks up to you.

“I’m still trying to get used to them” he tries to explain. “They’re rather new and I’m just not sure how I feel about them”.

“Put them on. You’re not going to get used to them if you don’t use them” you encourage him. You do want what’s best for him, and using his glasses would – surprise surprise – be good for his eyes. But a part of you is also dying to see what he’d look like with them.

A little hesitant, he opens the case and picks up a pair of dark framed glasses. They look brand new, barely worn. He raises them to his face. They seem to rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose and the rectangular shape frames his face beautifully. The dark color suits him nicely as it matches his skin tone and hair, as well as the suits he wears.

“Happy?” he asks, studying your reaction.

“Much happier, now that you don’t have to squint anymore” you grin, proud of yourself.

He looks uncertain, not sure what to think of the situation. He hates to admit that it feels so much better to read with the glasses on, especially after such a long day. But they feel strange on his skin, he’s not sure if he’ll get used to them.

“And if my opinion helps any” you reach for his hand that rests on the table “I think you look really good with them, Hotch”. It’s clear you’d caught him off guard. He mutters a quiet thank you and you can swear you see a hint of red rising to his cheeks.

You get up from your seat, a wide grin on your lips. You decide to leave him to finish his work in peace. Having a nap really feels like a good idea, so you reach to the cabinets on top and find a fleece blanket you swore you saw there earlier. You make your way back to your previous seat by the table, pull on the blanket and let your eyes fall shut.

But before you do, it makes you happy to see a small smile on Hotch as he picks up his pen again and starts writing. This time, he looks much more relaxed. The earlier frown was far gone, despite him returning to paperwork.

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[letarasstuff]

Normal People don't know their IQ

(A/N): Inspired by me, who recently discovered normal people don’t know their IQ, while I was tested two or three times already...

Summary: A certain someone is the only way to get the UnSub. But there’s also something different that makes her special.

Warnings: Angst (fluffy end, I swear), language, mentions of rape and torture, mention of dead people, the usual CM stuff I guess Wordcount: 2.0k

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“Garcia, I need you to look into high school teachers, who are suspended or fired for inappropriate behavior towards students and live in the area of the kidnappings”, Hotch orders in a stern voice. But you can’t blame him, after all there are currently six dead teenage girls and one missing. One can only hope and work as fast as possible to get her back to her parents alive.

The team is working a case in Sacramento, California. Teenage girls get abducted on their way home from school, are held for exactly a week and are killed by a simple cut to their throat. The torture they have to endure beforehand isn’t as simple. The last two also show signs of rape.

The dumbing sites are different parks all over the city. The placing happens overnight only to have the girls found the next morning by a clueless jogger or stroller.

“Let’s go over the profile again, I feel like we are missing something”, Rossi commands. His gut feeling tells him only that much, he just has to find out what it is.

“It’s a white male in his mid thirties to late forties. He blends in, so he has to be or has been a teacher. Someone who looks like they belong into a school isn’t suspicious”, Spencer counts the facts.

“The victims all look similar, probably resembling an ex-wife or girlfriend”, Morgan adds. Before he can get into the depth of the torture a phone rings.

“My lovely crime fighters, I got an address. Charles Collins. philosophy and history. Got suspended for suggestive talk towards his female students. He is also said to stare at them and certain body parts for way too long and way too obvious. Gross. Annnd that- wait”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asks after a moment of silence, which is unusual for the ever bubbly tech analyst.

“You got your profile wrong. Collins doesn’t take these girls because of an ex flame.”

The team looks at each other in confusion. Garcia always stresses how she isn’t a profiler and can’t judge over people, because she only wants to see the good in them. How is she able to tell that the profile is off?

“Shoot baby girl, we don’t have much time left”, Derek urges her. He wants nothing more than to have this SOB finally behind bars. The whole team wants that.

“He has a daughter. Technically it’s not his daughter, it’s someone else’s, but he is her foster father. Go and please save both girls!”

Penelope doesn’t have to say it twice. After a brief thank you and goodbye the team is on their way to the given address. As soons as they get there, everyone notices the absence of a car in the driveway. Hotch sends Spencer, Emily and Derek through the back door, the rest goes in from the front.

“FBI! OPEN UP!”

It’s needless to say that nobody opens up. There is no other way than kicking the doors down.

After entering the house and clearing the first floor, Rossi points towards the stairs that leads to the first story. There are only two rooms. A bathroom right hand and a closed door left hand.

Morgan counts quietly down before also kicking this door down and screaming “FBI!” But he seemingly talks with air, because there is no one to be found. Once again the team swarms out to look for evidence or clues.

As Spencer looks through the room they cleared last, he sees various things that make him smile. Several bookshelves are flooded with all kinds of genres, authors and covers. At first he can’t make out in which way they are sorted. But a closer look makes him realize that they are sorted by the author’s birth year. The doctor is kind of impressed, because that means the person knows when they are born in order to find a certain book. He likes the idea, it is a nice little challenge.

While he investigates further a sound makes him stop. He sends a text to Emily and waits for her. When she enters the room Spencer gestures to her to keep it quiet. Then he points to the bed.

They lower themselves down to the floor at the same time on each side of it. A girl, no older than 14 years, lays there shivering in angst. With big doe eyes she looks at Spencer and whispers:

“Please don’t hurt me.”

A while later the team is back at the station with the girl sitting in one of the interrogation rooms. The temperature is already set down, though Hotch feels really bad for it. Still there is another girl out there waiting to be safed.

“Baby girl, what can you give us on her?” Morgan sets his phone in the middle of the table and switches the speaker on.

“Our little girl’s name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), fourteen years old. Parents were deemed to be unable to look after her since they are both heavy drug addicts and didn’t even register her crying for two hours straight. Since the age of six months she bounces through the system with nobody wanting to keep her longer than two years. They claim she is too smart for them and want somebody to look after her, who can challenge her intellectually.

“Collins took her in one and a half years ago. He got her signed up in several activities after school, like chess and academic decathlon. As of right now she is a junior with an opportunity to graduate next year. Her teachers describe her as incredibly bright with a complicated way of thinking.”

“Complicated way of thinking? Her intelligence was neglected for years, so she gave herself her own challenges. I found her books sorted by the birth year of the authors. She found ways of making things more difficult for herself, that’s why she fabricated strange ways of thinking. This is often found in children with high intelligence, who are not boosted enough by their environment”, Spencer explains, getting more and more furious.

His colleagues feel that this is a sensitive subject for their resident genius. JJ comfortably puts a hand on his shoulder, making the tense go away.

“Emily and Dave, I want both of you to interrogate her. We need to know where he hides the girls. JJ, try to hold the press off for a bit longer. Morgan, Reid, I want you to watch and look for tells or anything else”, Aaron orders.

Everyone works on their given task immediately.

You don’t need to be a profiler to see that (Y/N) is scared out of her mind. She has her feet on her chair and her head lies on her knees. When the two agents enter, she tries to at least fake some kind of composer. But she fails miserably at it.

“Hello (Y/N), may I call you that?” Emily begins in a soft voice. The teenager nods shyly. “Good, (Y/N). My name is Emily Prentiss and this is David Rossi. We are agents from the Behavior Analysis Unit from the FBI. Do you know why you are here?” The teenager shakes her head.

“Ok, let’s cut the chase”, David's voice booms through the small room. “You know exactly why you are here. From what we saw in your room you are an incredibly smart girl. How high is your IQ? 130? 135?”

“147 a-actually”, she nervously corrects the agent, never meeting his eye. The team notices this fairly quickly.

“Even better, normal people don’t know their IQ. So you know what your forster father does. You saw the news, you read the papers, you heard your classmates talk. In addition to that, the girls look alarmingly similar to you. And all of the sudden Charles is more often out than usual. So do us a favor and come clear.” Then he pulls out a picture from a manila folder on the table. Emily tries to intervene.

“Rossi, don’t. She is not the UnSub. (Y/N) is just unfortunate to be at the wrong place.” “She might as well be another UnSub if she doesn’t do anything to help us. Do you know how long you are going to jail for helping hi-”

“I don’t know anything. I- of course I saw what is h-happening. A-and I connected the dots a long time a-ago. You know, Charles lost his job and that’s a stressor. T-then Child Service was investigating him, because of the suspension’s reasons. I-I couldn’t do anything. I had no evidence, the police wouldn’t believe me. I asked him once wh-what he thinks about, you know, what’s happening. He slapped me and told me to not talk about it again. I’m so sorry, I wanna help. The only thing that comes into my mind is an old cabin he once mentioned when I first arrived at his. B-but I don’t know if it helps you. P-please, I don’t want to go to jail or juvenile, I-” Then (Y/N) breaks down into tears.

Emily is in an instant by her side trying to calm her down, while Hotch gives the information to Garcia. As soon as she finds the location, JJ takes a seat next to (Y/N) and the rest of the team flies out.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore, Sweetheart. My colleagues will find him and he will be tried and convicted. He will never be a threat to you again”, the blonde tries to comfort her.

“Whenever I leave an abusive home, there will be another one that’s exactly the same. The only difference with Charles was that he seemed to understand me. He helped me. There’s nobody who is willing to do what he did for me”, she admits sadly.

It breaks JJ’s heart, because her words are true. Even though he is a killer, Collins did help her. But she is also determined to show the young girl that he isn’t the only one who can do that. That there are more people out there, who are kind and as helpful if not more.

Not long after this the team brings the man into the station, Morgan guiding him with a deadbolt-like grip.

Rossi spots (Y/N) in a break room with a hot drink in her hands. While making his way over there, Spencer follows him. He wants to talk with her as well.

“(Y/N) I’m sincerely sorry if I hurt you earlier. I didn’t intend to scare you, we just had to act quickly and you were the only source of information available. I also wanted to tell you, that your achievements are astonishing and I guarantee you a bright future, maybe even at the FBI”, he winks at the end of his last sentence.

“I understand, Agent Rossi. But doesn’t everybody know their IQ? I assumed everybody gets at least tested once in their life in some way”, she asks with surprise in her voice.

At that the older man is speechless. Of all things she could accuse him of legitimately, (Y/N) goes with the most innocent question.

“Actually, not everybody gets tested. A reliable test has to be done by a psychologist and most people don’t go to one. Furthermore there has to be a valid reason to do one, that’s why a great part of the population doesn’t know their IQ”, intervenes Spencer. He has to infodump, since the last time was over half an hour ago.

“But you also have to differentiate between the several kinds of intelligence, because intelligence is way more than being good at math. There…”

Rossi stopped listening to the excited interaction between the two geniuses. Instead he watches their body languages and facial expressions. He hasn’t seen both of them more at calm than they are now.

After all there might be a way for (Y/N) to get a little Happy End.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Hey I love your blog! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you do one of the companions reacting to Sole getting an unsolicited dick pic?

FO4 Companions React to Sole Receiving an Unsolicited Dick Pic

So I know the ask said one of the companions, but I just did 'em all cuz I got carried away (as I always seem to). This was definitely an interesting one to think about, and suuuuper fun to write. Thanks for the ask!

I ended up doing a little scenario at the top that'll apply to all of the reactions, and just kind of give context for the fateful event to take place (since phones/the internet aren't really a canon element in FO, I put this scenario together instead.)

Given the nature of this ask, there's a just bit of NSFW under the cut!

Sole had woken up like any other day. Heading down the stairs of their Diamond City home to make breakfast, trying to be quiet in order to keep from disturbing their companion in the other room. However, as they passed their front door, they noticed something peeking out of the mail slot.

The paper isn't meant to come out until tomorrow...

Curious, Sole reached for the little white square of photo paper, and noticed some writing in the corner. There was an address and the words, "if you like what you see, meet me here tonight," accompanied by a little arrow pointing to flip the photo over. Their intrigue got the better of them, and Sole did as the writing suggested, turning it over for a brief second before immediately regretting it. They recoiled at the phallic image, their surprise evident in the small yelp they uttered in response to the sight before them.

They heard their companion stir from the other room, and then their footsteps sounded from behind as they approached questioningly.

"What have you got there?" They asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Sole said, turning to face them, "just some mail, is all." Sole's words dripped with distaste, and yet... they felt an overwhelming need to share their unsightly discovery with the person in front of them.

"Wanna see?" They asked, mercilessly turning the picture so their companion could clearly make out the offensive image.

Cait:

*scoffs*

"What, they think that's somethin' te brag about? The damn thing's so wee, I almost couldn't make it out." She'd say with a smile, offering up her hand so she could take the picture and tear it in half. Cait effectively would make the decision for her companion in regards to the comment on the back of the photo. She knows this type of man, and she'd be sure that Sole wouldn't be meeting the asshole anywhere tonight. However, should she be able to sneak away while Sole is sleeping... Cait might just pay a visit to the specified location, where she'd surely give that asshole a piece of her mind, and at least one taste of her fist.

Curie:

Her eyebrows would furrow, and the synth would cock her head to the side in her confusion. Being locked away in a vault with three men for so many years, acting as their doctor, meant she had seen her fair share of the male sex organ. But now, Curie was confused, why did this man feel the need to send Sole a photograph of his penis? Was there something wrong with it? Did he want them to examine it? Sole was not a doctor...

"Why 'ave you received zhis, madame/monsieur? What does zhis man want from you?"

Once Sole explained, Curie would be quite upset by the concept.

"But... you did not ask for zhis, did not want it, and yet, he sent it anyway. Why would you want to meet someone like zhat? It seems very rude to me." She's still confused about it, and may ask a few more questions. Has this happened to Sole before? Does it happen often? Does anyone actually like to see such things when they are unprompted like this? If not, then why do these men continue to do it?

The scientist just wants answers.

Danse:

The soldier would physically recoil at the sight of the photograph, eyebrows raised high as he took in the image, before jerking his head and eyes away from Sole and the picture altogether.

"That-- that is highly inappropriate and an overwhelmingly vile display." He would say once he recovered from his initial shock, still refusing to look back towards Sole, "I suggest you dispose of that filth immediately. Why anyone would reveal themselves in such an unceremonious fashion is beyond me. You would do well to forget such graphic imagery. I know that I will certainly try."

He wouldn't even entertain the idea that Sole would go through with meeting the man behind the picture, but in the off chance that they decided to tell him they wanted to, Danse would spend the remainder of the day convincing them otherwise. He would almost be tempted to go to the location himself in order to lecture the man for his crude and inexcusable behavior, and blatant disrespect to his companion, but in the end, he decides that the man is not worth his time.

Deacon:

Ginger eyebrows would raise slightly over the frames of the glasses for the briefest of moments before he recovered his cool demeanor.

"Ah shoot, did the postman just put it right back into the mail slot? Didn't mean for you to see that, my bad. Here, I'll just deliver it myself."

The sarcasm was evident in his voice as he strode forward and plucked the photo from Sole's hand, examining it for just a moment, and grimacing a bit at the sight.

"Man, Dr. Rich Cockwood does not photograph well. I swear, it's bigger in person." He'd wink at them before glancing down at the picture again, scrutinizing blue eyes pausing to peruse the words on the back as he folded the paper up to put into his pocket. He'd quickly change the subject, trying to keep Sole's mind off the whole thing as he devised a way to sneak out that night and get some intel on the asshole who decided it was a wise idea to put Sole in this position.

Hancock:

*Squints*

"Oh shit. Looks like you've got an admirer there, Sole. " In his sleepy state, it took Hancock a minute to figure out what he was even looking at. Upon realizing that it was, in fact, what he thought it had been, he takes the picture from Sole's grasp and flips it around to glance at the back.

"Look at that, you've even got a date tonight. Must be somewhere romantic, I can tell this guy's old school." He nodded, flipping the photo over to glance once again at the offensive imagery on the front. "Yeah, real traditional, I'd say. Hmm... Mind if I tag along? Could be fun." There was a certain sort of glint in the ghoul's eye that made Sole's spine tingle.

Perhaps neither of us should go... Sole thought, noticing how Hancock's other hand toyed absentmindedly with his combat knife as he furrowed his brows at the photo one last time, before shoving the paper into the pocket of his coat. There was a certain sort of intent behind his actions that made Sole re-think even showing him the image in the first place. Hancock had killed people over less; that, Sole knew for sure.

MacCready:

"Ahh! What the heck are you doing?! I don't need to see that!" He'd squeeze his eyes shut just as soon as he was able to make out the photo, shoving his hands in front of him as though they would be able to push the image out of his mind.

"It's too early for this, what the heck is that guy's problem?" MacCready shuddered as he pulled his hands slowly from where they covered his eyes, glancing quickly at Sole before lowering them down completely, a relieved expression on his face as realized the picture was no longer in his line of sight. Noting his dramatic reaction, Sole considered toying with the mercenary a bit. They asked him what was wrong with the image, stating that perhaps they would pay this man a visit tonight. It had been so long since they had been out on a date, might as well go for it, right?

MacCready's eyes would simultaneously furrow, and widen at their words as he stuttered, finally finding his voice after a moment of shocked, choked silence.

"What?!" He exclaimed, "You're not seriously thinking of going, are you? That guy seems like such an ass-- Well, he just-- I mean..." He took a breath, and Sole had to bite their lip to hold back their grin. "Look, not that it's really any of my business or anything, but... don't you think you could do better than that guy? Like... a lot better?"

Sole couldn't hold back their grin any longer, but MacCready wouldn't meet their gaze. Instead he looked down at the floor, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand, a nearly unnoticeable blush spreading over his cheeks.

"That guy just seems like a real jerk, and you? Well... Yeah, you deserve better than that, I think." He finished rather awkwardly, finally looking up to meet Sole's gaze before returning their coy smile.

Nick:

The synth would a have a brief moment of raised eyebrows as he took in the details of the photograph, and then the inevitable scowl of disappointment would spread across his face.

"You know, you'd think this guy would understand that no one in their right mind wants to see that particular... angle. You don't think that's his good side, do ya?" Sole would smile a bit at that, and as the synth turned to walk away from the offensive image, they told him about the writing on the back.

"Hey now, wait a minute. You're not thinking of paying this guy a visit, are ya? If so, that's a pretty poor decision on your part, I think."

Sole would shake their head, telling Nick not to worry as he fixed his inquiring yellow gaze on them. He nodded in response, seeming satisfied by their answer. In the next moment, a thought seemed to claim his attention.

"Hmm... I think I might just know the perp, actually. Ellie's got a few reports back at the office mentioning some similar events. Guess it's possibly one of the guards on night duty who goes around with these to see if he gets any takers."

Sole almost spoke up, but as they opened their mouth, Nick's words seemed to take their idea straight from their head. "On second thought..." He said, "You got any plans for this evening?"

Piper:

"Ahh! Blue! Why would you show me that!?" She'd physically cover her eyes with her hands, taking a few steps back and away from the picture for good measure.

"Look, I don't care what you do with it," she'd tell them, "just don't let me see it again!"

Sole would thankfully oblige, but before disposing of the image, they showed Piper the writing on the back. At the sight of the man's suggestion, Piper snatched the photo from Sole's hand, glaring at it furiously.

"Ohhhh no he doesn't. If he's sent crap like this to anybody else, I'm going to make sure no one falls for this."

And Piper kept her word, as the next morning's addition of Publik Occurrences contained a small piece written on exactly this subject, titled: To the Asshole who sent the Sad Little Picture to a Disgusted Citizen; No One Wants to See That! Sincerely, Everyone who has.

Preston:

"O-- oh! Um, that's-- okay. That's just wrong. Do you want me to get rid of it for you?"

Preston's face would wrinkle up in his clear distaste before bringing a a hand up to shield his eyes. When Sole had lowered the picture, he removed his hand, and looked them in the eye, refusing to pay the photo any more attention, but extending his hand out to take it from them so he could dispose of it properly.

"Are you... okay? I can't believe how rude some people are. Who would want to see that?" He'd flash a sympathetic smile at them, as he folded up the photo and prepared to throw it away. He didn't read the back himself, but if they told him about the words that were written there, he wouldn't even entertain the idea of Sole going, just shaking his head in disappointment at the man's poor and rude way of trying in vain to woo his General.

"Some people... The nerve. If you don't mind me saying, General, you deserve much better than that anyway."

X6-88:

His eyes would be locked to Sole's, but as they presented the photo to him, his gaze would fall to the image, and an ever so slight furrowing of his brows would take place above his silver eyes. A brief moment would pass, and X6's gaze would be back on his companion's face.

"Ma'am/ sir, why did you feel the need to show me this?" He's also quite confused, this was not a common occurrence in the Institute, and once Sole gave him an explanation, his expression would remain blank. For the most part, anyway. A small huff of laughter would escape him, prompting Sole to be the one giving him the questioning look now.

"If this filthy wastelander believes he can disrespect the future director of the Institute without facing consequences, he is sorely mistaken." He said, his gaze unbroken as he made Sole this promise, "Don't worry, I will take care of this filth at the specified meeting time and location. You will not hear from him again."

He doesn't necessarily intend to kill the man for his unseemly behavior; X6 is a courser after all, and he knew this man would be scared shitless if X6 were to so much as look at him the wrong way, but should the man make any... poor decisions in response to the courser's confrontation, well... certainly X6 can't be held responsible for the behavior, or the fate, of a mere stranger now, could he? Especially after his heinous actions.

[watchmegetobsessed]

ANOTHER TITLE

a/n: personally i’ve been waiting for this part to come since the beginning lmao, so here is the proposal finally!! it’s like so fluffy, almost disgustingly, but i just couldn’t help myself

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.8k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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(gif is not mine)

You’ve been eating like a hormonal teenage boy these past weeks and you know it needs to stop and held under control, but you just can’t help yourself. It’s like your stomach has become a black hole that needs to absorb any and every food that’s home, you’re constantly snacking beside the large portions you eat three times a day, there’s always something you’re craving, the shopping list on the fridge is changing every hour because you think of something else to eat.

Luckily, you haven’t gained that much weight besides the noticeable bump that’s your baby in your belly, seems like your little girl does need all the food and she uses it instead of letting it all get stuck on other parts of your body, so you’re fine for just now.

Sitting on the couch, watching some kind of soap opera, you’re snacking on an entire jar of Nutella this time, shamelessly stuffing your mouth with the sweet, thick stuff, pretty sure that nothing will be left of it by the end of the day. Sebastian is away again for his second filming that was scheduled even before you found out you were pregnant and he messed around with it a little, shortening it once again and you just visited him last weekend. Now that you are pushing the end of your second trimester, your bump is quite evident, not something you can hide easily, so when you showed up on set with your boyfriend, you didn’t even try to cover it up, knowing well someone would spot it sooner or later. However everyone on the team has been so respectful, keeping the news to themselves, because no headlines have been made about your pregnancy just yet, keeping the secret even longer. To be honest, you’re surprised it hasn’t been discovered sooner, you thoughr someone would catch you out and about and see right through your baggy clothes and sell the news to the tabloids, but now you are in the sixth month and no one knows a thing.

Your phone chimes next to you, a text from Seb and you hum to yourself happily, putting the jar aside to grab the phone and see what he wrote.

“How are my two favorite girls doing? Miss you a lot!”

He even attached a silly selfie of himself in hair and makeup, he looks adorable with the clips in his hair and some kind of patches under his eyes. Like a real beauty guru.

Grabbing the Nutella, you place it on top of your bump as you move the phone to a lower angle and take a selfie that makes your bump look even bigger, the jar on top and you grinning widely at the camera as you snap a picture and send it to him with your reply.

“Enjoying our third snack of the day at 11 am! Miss you too, can’t wait to see you next week!”

He reads the message right away, his reply coming just seconds later.

“Look at that bump! You look gorgeous, baby! Can’t wait to see you too, have fun with your sister today, love you lots Xx”

Since he has left you’ve been trying to keep yourself busy so you don’t miss him too much and you’re also using these weeks to spend as much time with your friends and family as possible, knowing well once the baby arrives you won’t be going out that much for a while, nestled up in your home, learning the ropes of being a mother. Today you are meeting up with your sister, she is taking you out to this alleged new, quite fancy restaurant you haven’t heard about before. She claimed that it’s really exclusive, so you don’t have to worry about being photographed or bothered, but she also told you to glam yourself up for the occasion. It’s gonna be some nice sister time, something you haven’t been able to do in a long time.

You take the assignment seriously, doing your hair and makeup the best you can and you decide to put on a flowy maxi dress with a soft, knitted cardigan, very much going for a kind of cottage core vibe. Leaving just in time you text your sister that you’re on your way, putting the address into the GPS and heading out of town, because the place is near the beach. She texts you back that she’ll meet you there and so your short little road trip begins. Sitting in the car you’re listening to one of the many playlists Sebastian has made for you and the baby, he likes to play them at home, humming the songs under his breath, hoping to start educating your little girl in the field of music as early as possible. You have to admit he has a good taste, so you don’t mind it at all.

As you follow the instructions of the GPS you find the place that’s supposed to be your destination, but it doesn’t seem like a restaurant at all, more like a mansion of some kind, a very expensive looking if you are being honest. There are no other cars, no sign of other people so as you park at the front you call your sister.

“Hey, I’m right outside, but I have a feeling I’m at the wrong place? It doesn’t look like a restaurant.”

“Oh, don’t worry! You’re at the right place! I’m a little late, but I’ll be there soon, just go inside, they are expecting us!” she assures you, but you’re still not convinced.

Ending the call you approach the entrance and for your surprise the heavy doors open before you could even knock or find the bell. A man in a tuxedo appears in front of you, smiling warmly at you.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, a little shy and confused.

“Please, follow me,” prompts as you walk inside and the two of you start crossing the grandiose hall of the building.

At this point you are sure it’s not a restaurant, but you have no idea why your sister wanted you to come here. You want to ask the man if you’re even at the right place, but he called you by your name so he was expecting you, this has to be the place where you’re supposed to be. More and more questions pile up in your head as you follow him out to the backyard, a gigantic, flower-filled garden that’s straight out of a fairytale, a path leading down to the beach where there’s a dreamy little pergola with even more flowers and fairy lights and as your eyes fall on the figure standing in the middle of the pergola, you immediately gasp.

Because surrounded with all the flowers and lights, there is Sebastian standing in an elegant suit, smiling widely at you as the man next to you helps you down the stairs before you start walking down the path to him.

Tears are flooding your eyes, because you already know what it is, but you can’t believe it’s really happening. He was so sneaky, he got home from filming earlier and even made your sister play along to surprise you, he is such a romantic soul, no one can change your mind about that!

“You’re not in Atlanta!” you tell him when he is finally close enough to hear you. He chuckles sweetly, taking a few steps forward to meet you sooner, his hands finding your waist as you cup his face in your hands, pulling him down to kiss you right away.

“No, I’m not, baby,” he smirks, his hands sliding to your belly, gently stroking the sides as you wipe your tears away, but there’s no use, because the next moment, he steps back a little, just enough so that he can get down on one knee and you’re crying again when you see him pull out a little velvety box from his pocket.

You were expecting it. You knew he would propose before the baby arrives, but you just didn’t know when and how, but he surely outdone himself with his little surprise.

“My Love, Y/N,” he starts after a deep breath, his hands finding yours and you can feel the shaking, but you’re not sure if it’s coming from yours or his. Probably both. “I’ve spent the best years of my life with you and I haven’t been the same man since the day I met you, but in the best way possible. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky that you did not only choose to be with me, but you are now carrying our baby under your heart as well, out little one who is equal parts of you and me, though you’re doing ninety percent of the job here,” he adds with a chuckle, making you laugh through your tears. “I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you the moment you were so badass on your first date, kissing me when I didn’t have the balls to do the first step, but I’m glad you did. I fell in love with you right then and there and the same thing has been happening every day, over and over again since then. I know we went a little out of order with everything we had planned,” he smirks, glancing down at your bump before his blue eyes find yours again, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I have a question for you.”

He pops the lid of the box open, a gorgeous, brilliant diamond ring coming to your vision, sparkling in the warm afternoon Sun so perfectly, it takes your breath away.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he asks, clearly nervous, even though there’s no doubt about your answer, you’ve told him plenty of times before that you want to marry him, but still, it’s a huge moment in both your lives.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you nod eagerly as you both start laughing in relief, his shaky fingers tagging the ring out of the box and sliding it to your finger gently, before he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the ring.

Then he finally stands up and you basically throw yourself into his arms, kissing him like your life depends on it as he kisses you back with just as much force.

“I love you and I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he sighs pleased against your lips.

“Mm, another title in the line? Girlfriend, baby mama, fiancé and then wife,” you giggle giddily.

“You missed one,” he cocks an eyebrow at you slyly.

“Which one?”

“Love of my life.”

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

...............

"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ pro!hero bakugou katsuki x reader → safe

summary: you broke up with bakugou a month ago but you’re terrified and he’s the only person you can call tags/warnings: stalker and confrontation with said stalker, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending word count: 2,698 a/n: this is different from what i usually write but i like the way it came out.

Bakugou had been miserable for the past month. It was so stupid, he couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about. Maybe he had been too busy at work, wasn’t making enough time for you, or maybe he had said something rude without thinking. Whatever it was it had gotten out of hand so quickly. He said stuff he didn’t mean and before he knew it he was walking out of your shared apartment. He had been crashing at Kirishima’s apartment for the time being, he refused to get any of his stuff from his place. If he did that it felt like putting a nail in the coffin that was your relationship.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, your name popped up on the screen and he sighed. You were probably calling about getting his stuff, you had texted him before about it. He knew that ignoring you wasn’t the best tactic at getting back together but at this point, he didn’t know what to do. He tossed his phone down and went to the other room to finish doing his laundry.

He hated what happened, he hated being away from you. He couldn’t sleep, he could barely eat and it was starting to catch up to him. He felt sluggish and worn down and it was starting to affect his work. He needed to apologize but every time he wanted to call you he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Bakugou knew he would settle things with you eventually but it would take time. He didn’t want to lose you, you were his everything. You had been with him for so long, always supporting him and comforting him when he needed it but refused it from anyone else. He refused to lose you.

Bakugou would apologize to you, he just didn’t know when.

It had started a few days after Bakugou left, photos on your kitchen counter. At first, you thought Bakugou had been by when you were out and left something. Your heart fluttered in your chest, did he leave some thoughtful apology? You were dying to be back with him again but you couldn’t forgive him until he at least showed he was sorry.

Your heart dropped and froze in fear. They were pictures of you, leaving the house, ordering coffee, at work. There was a note with them. Finally he’s gone, you deserve better. Your hands shook as you held it up looking for any clue who left them but there weren’t any. You had gone to the police but they said there was nothing they could do until there was more evidence.

Maybe it was a sick prank from a friend. No, none of your friends would think that was okay. You prayed it was a one-time thing but a week later there were more. The photos were recent, from the day before. I’ve been watching you for a long time, we haven’t met but we will soon. The note made bile rise in your throat. You thought about calling Bakugou but your pride was still too strong and you couldn’t ask for Kirishima’s help either since you knew he was sheltering Bakugou at the moment. You knew the red-head wouldn't keep the information from him.

Another week and more photos. I love you, I’ll make you so happy. You already could barely sleep without Bakugou but with this fear gripping you, you couldn’t get any now. Every noise in the house, every shadow that moved nearly sent you into a panic attack. The police wouldn’t help, you felt so helpless.

It was dark out as you walked home from work. Your phone rang and you were quick to pick it up hoping it was Bakugou. You would give anything to feel safe in his arms again, to spend the evening watching TV curled up on the couch, to fall asleep on his chest lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beating.

“It’s time. It’s finally time for us to meet, my love. I can’t wait.” The voice that came through the phone was unfamiliar but you immediately knew it was the man who had been stalking you. Before you could say anything he hung up.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you couldn’t breathe. You were terrified, more than you ever had been in your entire life. You called the only person that ever made you feel safe, stubbornness be damned. You knew he was always there for you, that he would protect you from anything even after everything that happened.

Bakugou’s phone rang and rang but there was no answer. You called him over and over but he didn't pick up. Tears began to stream down your face. Was he still so mad at you that he wouldn't answer your call? Or was he indifferent to you? Had he moved on? The thought of him at dinner with another woman denying your calls as you feared for your life sent a sting of pain through your chest. You kept calling as you reached your apartment, locking the door and putting a chair in front of it. If he had a key maybe that would help block it. You kept calling, praying that he would pick up. Hands shaking around your cell phone.

The doorknob turned and your heart stopped, the door opened but was stopped by the chair you had propped against it.

“What do you want?” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as usual.

“K-Katsuki, please oh my god. Help me please.” You sobbed into the phone. Fear and relief flooding through you. You were in danger now more than before but you had finally gotten ahold of Bakugou. “T-There’s a man trying to get into the h-house, he’s been stalking m-me.” You gasp through sobs.

“Let me in, love.” The man's voice comes through the door as it shakes and the chair begins to wiggle loose.

“Barricade the door then find somewhere to hide.” Bakugou is breathing heavy, you can hear his footsteps through the phone and you already know he’s on his way. Kirishima’s apartment isn’t far away but you wonder if Bakugou will be fast enough.

You slide a dresser from entryway in front of the door before darting off to your bedroom and diving to the ground. You crawl underneath the bed, the phone still clutched in your hand. You can hear Bakugou’s explosions, you know that he’s trying to get there as fast as possible. All he can hear are your sobs.

“Are you hidden?” He asks trying to keep his voice calm for you.

“Y-Yeah.” You answer, in the living room you can hear the furniture in front of the door being thrashed around. “I-I think he’s g-going to get in. Katsuki I’m so scared.” You cry. Tears are pouring down your face and terror has enveloped you fully. You wonder if this is the last time you’ll get to speak with the love of your life.

“I’m almost there okay, you’re going to be okay.” He says but you can still hear a tinge of fear in his voice. "Just take deep breaths okay, I won't let him hurt you."

"O-Okay," Your words are shaky but you try to do as he says.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I should be there at home with you. I should be protecting you. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you so much.” He sounds so sad, so scared. It’s not a tone you hear from him often.

“I’m sorry, I should have said it sooner. Katsuki-”

A crash echoes through the house and you know that he’s inside.

“He’s inside, oh my god. He’s in our house.” You can’t help but cry, trying to keep your voice down.

“Just stay quiet, I’m almost there,” Bakugou begs.

You’re curled up under the bed, one hand clutching your phone to your ear and the other gripping the carpet for dear life. You try to keep your breaths shallow, hold in your sobs but you let a quite whimper out.

“You don’t have to be scared, my love.” The voice is in the room with you.

“Katsuki, I love y-” You whisper into the phone but it's cut off by your scream as you feel the man pull you by your ankle dragging you out.

“No!” Is the last thing you hear Bakugou scream through the phone as it clatters onto the ground.

Bakugou’s heart is pounding out of his chest. He’s almost there, running up the stairs to your floor faster than he’s ever moved before. This was all his fault, if only he had apologized then he would be home keeping her safe. If something happened to her, if she died- There would be no forgiveness for him. He wouldn’t deserve it. Every step he beats himself up more and more. Why hadn’t he just said sorry and gone home? It wasn’t worth their relationship and it wasn’t worth your safety.

He thinks about the ten missed calls he saw on his phone before picking up, he thinks about how scared you must have been thinking that no one would help you. Did you think he abandoned you? That he was ignoring you while you were terrified?

He finally gets to your floor, the door to your apartment is wide open and there's furniture scattered in the entryway. A piercing scream sends shivers down his spine. If he leaves a mark on you he won’t hesitate to kill him.

“Stop struggling, I’m here to help you. You deserve someone who cherishes you.” He hears a man’s voice from their bedroom. As he enters he sees the man shaking you harshly against the wall.

“You bastard, get your filthy hands off of her.” He growls out and he’s tearing him off of you before he realizes that Bakugou had entered.

All Bakugou can see is red as throws him to the ground. In a flash he's on top of him, punch after punch, blood covering his face. He can’t hold back, he can’t stop thinking about what could have happened if he was too late. Images of you harmed in different ways flash through his mind and it pushes him further.

“Katsuki-” Your quiet, broken voice pulls him from his cloud of violence. His attacks stop as he turns to look at you. You're on the floor against the wall, hands around your knees and your shaking so bad. Tears are running down your face non-stop and it breaks his heart more than anything ever has. He’s never seen you so scared in his whole life.

Katsuki can hear help arriving and he knows it’s safe for him to get up, the stalker is out cold on the ground covered in his own blood. He doesn’t deserve any more time from him. Not when the love of his life needs him.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bakugou’s voice is soft as he gets on the ground with you, his hands reach out gingerly to brush against your shaking arms trying his best to soothe you. “I’m so sorry this is all my fault.”

You reach out grasping onto him like he’s a raft in the middle of the ocean. He envelops you in his arms and you feel a wave of relief rush over you. You’re safe now. Bakugou’s here and you're in his arms. No one can hurt you anymore. His hand smooths the hair down at the back of your head and your breathing begins to calm.

Bakugou had called for backup, they had taken the attacker away and sat you down to ask some questions before they left.

You sat at your dining room table next to Bakugou and it suddenly was so quite. Furniture still laid across the floor, you couldn’t look at the door without thinking of the fear that flooded you.

“Let’s go to a hotel for tonight,” Bakugou says softly and you remember just how perceptive he is. “I’ll grab you a bag of your stuff.” He says before giving you a glass of water. “Just try and relax, I’ll be quick.”

Bakugou doesn’t take long before he returns with two duffel bags and your favorite pillow in hand.

“C’mon baby.” He says taking your hand in his.

The hotel room is nice, far nicer than it needs to be. At the top of the building, you can peer out of floor-to-ceiling windows at the skyline. There’s a lot of space in the room itself decorated with nice furniture.

The bed is big and looks inviting especially with how tired your feeling right now. Bakugou is behind you, his hand running down your arm softly.

“Do you want to take a bath before bed?” He asks and you nod.

Bakugou leads you into the bathroom and starts the water. The tub is large and fancy, nice soaps and shampoos on the edge. He puts some soap in the water, bubbles forming.

“I’ll grab your bedclothes.” He says leaving the room. You strip down and get into the warm water. You close your eyes, sitting there with your knees drawn to your chest. The day is so unreal, it’s almost easy to pretend that you were just here with Bakugou for an anniversary or a trip. But the events of the day edge there way back into your mind.

“Shh,” You hear Bakugou shush you his hand rubbing the back of your neck. You didn’t realize he had returned, and you didn’t realize the tears streaming down your cheeks. He sits on the floor next to the tub, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead.

He helps you wash your hair and dry off when you’re ready. He’s brought your favorite pair of bedclothes and you change into them. Both of you get ready for bed.

The bed is comfortable as it looks. Getting under the large fluffy covers is comforting. Bakugo slides in beside you. You don’t hesitate to scoot towards him till you’re pressed against his side.

“I can’t go back to our house.” It’s hard to come to terms with and even harder to say. A part of you is scared Bakugou will say that he isn’t coming back to you, that he can take the apartment and you can find someone else to live. You’re tearing up before he can even say anything.

His hand is against your cheek, wiping away the tears there as he draws you to his chest.

“We can look for a new place tomorrow.” He says simply. “That place was starting to feel too small anyway.”

“T-Thank you.” Your words are shaky as you look up at him. He pulls you onto his chest, his hand rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’m sorry about what I said to you, I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry for not apologizing sooner. I failed you, I promised to protect you no matter what and I let you down.” His voice is hoarse with emotions.

“You saved me Katsuki.” You tell him.

“I should have been there, if I was there he never would have tried anything, and if he did he wouldn’t have gotten past the door.”

“What happened tonight was bad but I feel better knowing that he’s going to be locked away. If this didn’t happen I would have had someone stalking me and I never would have known.” You tell him. The thought of going about your life unknowingly being followed makes you sick.

“I’ll never leave you again. I promise you that. I’ll always be by your side.” He says, pulling you even closer. “I love you so much.” His eyes are pressed closed and you can practically feel the love coming off of him.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You return and your heart flutters at his declarations.

It would take a long time to recover from everything that had happened today but you know that Bakugou will be by your side through it all. That when he holds you in his arms it’s like a shelter from a raging storm.

You know that Bakugou Katsuki will always keep you safe.

[aderiex]

Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Jealousy)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral, coarse language.

Summary: The team goes to DC for a case but Hotch can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. After an incident at a bar, he gets jealous and realizes he wants you. 

Everyone all sat on the plane to D.C. They were working a case of younger women abducted from clubs and bars. The Unsub was torturing and killing his victims. Washington PD said the abductions go back a few weeks, 8 bodies had just showed up, half buried in the ground. You sat next to Dr. Reid like you normally do; you two had become close when you had first joined the Bureau and you have become inseparable ever since. He was sitting with the file propped open in his lap and you were leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at the crime scene photos. “So, we have 8 dead women in 3 weeks. The coroner said they had all been dead about a week when they found the bodies.” JJ explained, “So he was keeping them for a while.” Morgan concluded.  Emily sighed and looked over to you, it was hard for the women to do cases like this knowing the victimology, they were within the killer’s preference. Reid put a supportive hand on your back and offered you a warm smile, you smiled back and tuned in to what Hotch was saying. He was talking about what our next moves were when you landed. “JJ and Reid, I need you in the precinct, looking over all the evidence, get our team somewhere to set up. Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi will interview the families of the victims.” You watched his hesitated eyes looking around the plane when they finally met yours, his gaze softened a bit. “Me and y/n are going to go have a look at the crime scene.” He finished. Everyone agreed and the pilot’s voice came over the speakers, telling the team they were coming in for landing.

As soon as you were on the ground, you were being transported into SUV’s and on your separate paths to do the assigned jobs. It was just you and Hotch in the car, he was driving, and you rode shotgun, with a map splayed out on your lap with all the last known locations of the girls and then the dumpsite. Hotch tried to make some small talk, but it was mostly silent for the duration of the car ride. You pulled up to the dumpsite to see state police around, police tape up to keep civilians out. You put on your rubber gloves, and stepped out of the car, joining up on Hotch’s side as you both approached the scene. The state police chief came up to you and shook both of your hands, introducing himself. He explained basic knowledge of the crimes, which you had already read about, but still listened intently to his words. You and Hotch walked over and inspected the dead bodes. Him checking their pockets and looking at how they were placed, you still looking through the files, trying to identify each girl.

After a few hours spent at the crime scene, you and Hotch decided to rejoin the rest of the team back at the precinct. The drive back less quiet, mostly just filled with work discussion and quick phone calls to Reid and Garcia, but still something. Back at the precinct, Reid and JJ had all the crime scene photos laid out on the big conference table, along with all the evidence. You and Hotch joined them at the table, Reid joining up on your side. Looking down, at the file in your hands and matching it with the last known location of the girls. “They were all last seen at a bar or club…” Morgan mused, “Hey babygirl,” He said, getting on the phone with Garcia. “I need a list of all the bars and clubs that are in a 10-mile radius of the dump site.” Garcia chuckled, “Already on it big boy, I’m sending them over to you right now.” The list popped up, about 7 bars and clubs. “2 of them closed due to renovations and aren’t due to open for the next month.” Garcia added, “Ok so that makes 5. We should split up and hit the bars tonight. Morgan, you take the one uptown on 5th. Reid, I want you and Prentiss in the one on Main. Rossi and JJ will take the one on the far side of town. Me and y/n will take the one on 22nd.” Hotch gave everyone roles, “That leaves one, the one on 33rd.” JJ brought up, Hotch nodded and turned to the state police chief, “I want you and a partner there tonight.” Hotch said, in a serious tone. The man nodded and everyone went to get changed into more casual clothing, as to not seem too suspicious to the unsub. You all were told to tuck your guns behind your waistband, and you kept your badge and cuffs on a belt loop you kept hidden underneath your shirt.

You and Hotch headed for the bar, this was the one time he wasn’t dressed formally, he wore a simple grey button up and jeans, he looked good. You both sat in the car, driving in the dark, the quiet was comforting. Hotch looked over to you multiple times during the drive, just quick glances, not long enough for you to make eye contact with him. You pulled up to the bar, it looked busy, the parking lot was full and there was a steady stream of people going in and out. Hotch looked over to you and sent you a small nod as you both got out of the car and walked in together. It was even busier inside, people were packed in, standing almost shoulder to shoulder. You and Hotch headed immediately to the bar, you found two open spots and sat down, the bartender walked up to you guys. “Busy night?” Hotch asked, the bartender nodded, exasperatedly. “It’s like this almost every night. Popular spot.” He laughed out, “So you probably don’t remember many of the people that come through here?” you asked, the bartender thought about it for a second, “Not really, unless its one of my regulars or they are quite memorable.” He shrugged. You pulled a picture out of your pocket of the girls, “Do any of these girls look familiar?” You asked, the bartender inspected the photos, he shook his head, “Sorry, like I said we have a lot of people that come through here.” You nodded, “What about a man? He would have been quite reserved, sat near the back, didn’t talk to anyone, seemed to just watch?” Hotch cut in, the bartender paused, “Yeah I think I know who you’re talking about, he comes here sometimes, orders a beer and sits in the back. He leaves pretty discreetly.” The man said, “Is he here tonight?” You asked, the man looked around, “Not yet, he normally shows up later in the night.” You nodded and turned to Hotch, “Guess we play the waiting game.” He said.

You and Hotch sat at a table in the back, just talking. Hotch had ordered a beer, as to blend in, you were taking sips of a virgin drink the bartender had recommended. A man approached your table and sat next to you without warning, you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Hey pretty lady.” He slurred, intoxicated. You forced a smile and looked to Hotch, who was sending the man a death stare. “Are you single?” he asked, paying no attention to Hotch. He didn’t even let you answer, “Let’s get out of here babe. I’ll show you a great time.” He shot you a dirty smile. You were getting visibly uncomfortable, “Get off of her.” Hotch spoke up, you both looked over to him and he was getting serious. “Hey man calm down, I’m just picking up your leftovers.” He snickered, Hotch was up in a second, grabbing the intoxicated man by his collar and pulling him out of the booth. “I wasn’t asking.” He practically spat at the man. The fear in the man’s eyes was prominent as Hotch let him go and he drunkenly stumbled away from our table. “Thank you.” You spoke up, giving Hotch a warm smile. Hotch returned the smile which made your face heat up and you averted your eyes.

The night was long but by the time the bar had closed, there was no sign of this man. You and Hotch packed up and left the bar, getting into his SUV and heading for the hotel. The drive home felt different, the silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. You couldn’t help but steal glances over to him. You pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and Hotch helped you out of the car, “About what happened back there...” He trailed off, you smiled “Hey, don’t worry about it. I wanted to thank you for sticking up for me.” You smiled, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt the heat rush to his face under your hand. You stayed there for a moment, staring into his eyes, watching them try to read you. His brow furrowed, his eyes scanning your face. You pulled away, breaking the trance “We should probably go… go to bed.” You laughed nervously, he said nothing but a brief nod and you both headed into the hotel. Checking into your respective rooms.

It was the next day, you and Hotch were both extremely tired and showed up to the precinct late because of the late closing time of the bar. Everyone watched you two walk in, JJ raised her eyebrows suggestively and you blushed slightly but shook your head, “It’s not what it looks like, the bar was open until 1am.” You said, yawning.

The day was very long, but you eventually caught up with the killer, he had made a mistake in covering his tracks and you had been able to find his tab at the bar. Garcia had tracked his card and given you all an address. The whole team pulled up to the man’s house, you hopped out of the SUV gun in hand, approaching the house with the rest of the team. Morgan kicked down the door and everyone surged into the house.

The next events went by in almost slow motion, you turned a corner, the first thing you heard was the shot. You didn’t know where it had come from until you felt a breathtaking force on your vest, knocking you back into the wall, Morgan was right behind you, putting a bullet through the man’s shoulder. You stumbled back and slid down the wall, clawing at your vest, trying to get it off. Hotch ran in and dropped to his knees in front of you, “Y/n! Y/n can you hear me?” He cried out, your ears were ringing but you nodded, and reached out to grab his hand. He practically tore your vest off, looking for any signs of bleeding, but the vest had done its job. He helped you up, his arm around your waist as you caught your breath before guiding you out of the house. Morgan was shoving the unsub into the cop car, as Hotch helped you to the SUV. “I’ll take y/n back to the hotel for some rest. I need you guys to go back and pack up things at the precinct.” Hotch said, everyone nodded.

You were breathing shallowly in the passenger seat as Hotch drove you both back to the hotel. He wouldn’t even let you walk in by yourself, instead he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you through the hotel to your room. He walked you over to your bed and gently laid you down, sitting down on the bed beside you. You drifted peacefully, grabbing out for his hand as you slept.

When you woke up Hotch was still there, holding your hand. He had laid down and was sleeping peacefully. You checked the clock; it was around 3 in the morning. You shifted slightly and you heard his wake up, stretching his arms above his head. “Y/n how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting up. You smiled “I’m feeling better, good as new.” He stood up and you stood with him. As you came to your feet, he was a lot closer than you had expected. You were centimeters apart. You felt his breath on your face, making you shiver. His eyes were scanning you again, looking for some kind of clue as to what you were thinking. “I was worried about you…” He said quietly. You smiled and reached up for his face again, he grabbed your hand and spun you around, walking you back into the wall. Your back was against the wall, he was pressing his body against you, keeping you still. Fear flashed through his eyes as he started to step away. “I-I’m so sorry-” you cut him off, pulling him back in by the collar and pressing your lips to his. He kissed back immediately. His lips were so soft, felt so right on yours. His hands immediately found your hips, pulling you even closer as your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck. He pulled away, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He admitted, “That guy at the bar…” he paused, you kissed him again to shut him up. “I know” You mumbled against his lips. His kisses got hungrier, his hands going over your body, as if he were memorizing all the curves of your hips. He squeezed at your waist, making you moan quietly. That drove him crazy, his grip immediately tightened, kissing you harder. You reached your hand down and rubbed him through his pants, causing him to groan against your lips. You smirked and felt him almost come undone in front of you. Your shirt was the first to go, he took your breast in his hand making you throw your head back in pleasure, giving him access to kiss at your neck. Biting and sucking at your neck leaving bright red and purple marks, you moaned lightly, your hands tangling in his hair. One hand going to your waistband, the other coming up to grab your throat. He scanned your eyes, making sure it was okay. You gave him a confirming look, he squeezed your throat and whispered in your ear. “That was dangerous y/n.” He said before pushing his fingers past your waistband, making you gasp. “Going in there alone like that?” he was still whispering in your ear as his finger circled your clit, making your grab his biceps. Moaning quietly, “You could have gotten hurt.” He growled, continuing with his fingers. You whimpered, not able to form any eligible words.

You were getting closer to your release, Hotch knew it too and pulled away. Leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling his own shirt over his head. He was toned, strong, you couldn’t help but stare. Seeing him in this vulnerable state, this way, you forever wanted this image of him in your mind. He smiled at you and pulled you back in, “You should have stayed with me.” He said, his voice deep in your ear, making you shiver. His hand going right back into your pants, circling your entrance before pushing a finger inside of you. Your breath hitched, and you opened your mouth as if to let out a moan. “Ah ah. Quiet now.” He growled, you whimpered quietly but nodded. He went back to his fingers, slowly pushing one in and out, watching your face twist with pleasure. Soon you felt him add another one, he curled them inside of you and you felt the tip of his finger graze your pleasure point. You moaned out, he smiled, knowing he had found it and kept going, hitting it with every pump. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder and bit down on your lip to try and stay quiet. “So wet for me already?” He groaned out, you nodded as best you could while trying to hold in the moans of pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed you up by your thighs, carrying you over to the bed, placing you down lightly and starting to unbutton your pants. He pulled them off your legs with ease, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear, his pants were next. He crawled on top of you in his boxers, you felt his bulge through his boxers rub against you, causing you to moan lightly in his ear. “Fuck Aaron.”

He started kissing down your stomach, all the way down to your thighs, you felt his breath on your inner thighs, causing you to arch you back. He circled your clit through your underwear, making you shudder. He pushed your underwear to the side and licked a flat line up your entrance. You couldn’t keep the moan in that time, it wasn’t that loud, but he heard it. Making him lick you again. You grabbed his hair as he went down on you, you threw your head back as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. While he was still licking you, he stuck a finger in again. You tightened your grip on his hair and he kept going harder. You couldn’t keep the moans in anymore, grinding down on his fingers, chasing your release. “Not yet y/n.” He whispered. Pulling away. Before he could do anything else you flipped him over, so he was on his back. You trailed down his body, teasing your fingers around his waistband before pulling down his boxers. His member coming up and hitting against his stomach. He groaned at the sudden stimulation, you look his entire length in your mouth making him gasp and throw his head back on the pillow. You bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around him, making him groan and grab your hair. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat as you went, amazing moans escaping his lips.

Before he finished, he pulled your hair, letting his member fall out of your mouth. “On your back.” He growled, you obliged and laid down on the bed, you watched him slip your underwear off your legs and throw it behind him as you unhooked your bra and tossed it onto the floor. He leaned down, kissing you and his hands pleasuring you again before you felt his tip slowly push into you. Your nails dug into his skin as you winced. He stopped and looked down at you, you nodded and reached down to push his member farther into you. He groaned and hung his head in pleasure as he bottomed out in you, you moaned as his member hit your pleasure spot. He moved slowly, small thrusts until he was able to slide in and out easily. He held your leg up above his shoulder and continued to thrust. You felt the friction and pain dissipate as it was replaced with pleasure. His groans in your ear, turning you on even more. Your moans were heard all around the room. He leaned it, still going, “You feel so good.” He groaned, you whimpered and ran your nails up and down his back, leaving bright red scratch marks. He moaned at the feeling of this and went harder. He put one hand around your throat and used the other to pin your hands above your head. He was hitting your pleasure spot with every thrust, making you almost scream. You were getting close and Hotch was too, “I-I’m going to-” you didn’t even finish before you released on him, moaning loudly. He was groaning with the feeling of it before pulling out and finishing over your stomach, gasping as he rode out his release.

Later that day, you and Hotch sat on the plane back to Quantico, Reid and Emily were playing chess together. No one knows why she still tries, Reid has yet to lose since Gideon. JJ was finishing her report and Rossi was laying asleep. Hotch sat across form you, his professional face back on, looking over to you and shooting you a smile every once in a while. The flight back is always shorter than the flight out, Reid explained why is physically was, but it felt faster mentally too. As soon as the team landed, there were SUVs outside waiting to take you back to the bullpen. You, Hotch and Reid all sat in one SUV, Reid was forced into the back. The drive was silent other than Reid spouting random facts, you found yourself staring at Hotch while he drove for long periods of time before he would meet your gaze and break you out of the trance.

Everyone was sitting at their respective desks, filling out all the reports quietly. Hotch stepped out of his office, “Y/n. My office.” He said, a shiver went down your spine and you stood. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you walked up the steps and into Hotch’s office. As soon as you got into the office, you closed the door behind you, he closed the blinds and turns towards you “Lock it.” He said, your heart rate picked up and you nodded before turning around and locking the door behind you. You turned around and Hotch was immediately in front of you, grabbing your waist and pinning you against the door. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He growled in your ear; your knees quivered. He didn’t waste time kissing you, pulling you closer to his body. Holding you up. You immediately reached down to rub him through his pants, but he stopped you “We’re going to have to be quiet.” He murmured. You nodded and he let our wrist go, letting you slip your hand into his pants and slowly stroke him, making him throw his head back and breathe heavily. “Desk, now.” He demanded, you giggled and sat on the edge of his desk. He walked over to you, taking off his blazer and undoing his tie. He came right up and stood between your legs, craning his head down to kiss you, stroking your hair and one hand on your thigh. He pushed you back lightly, letting you come to rest on your elbows, he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down enough to pull his hard member out. You bit your lip as he slid into you, his face showing pure pleasure as you contracted and moved around his member. He started slow, until the pain was gone again, the thrusts become easier, and he started going harder. You threw your head back, biting your lip hard as you avoid moaning. “Shhh, good girl.” Hotch praised you, that caused a slight whimper, but it wasn’t too loud. He gave you a warning glance and you nodded desperately. He grabbed his tie and shoved the fabric in your mouth. “Quiet babygirl.” He cooed. You bit down on the tie and let it muffle your moans.

He was getting close; you were coming up on your release as well. You sat up and grabbed his collar, “Cum in me.” You whimpered in his ear. He gave you a confirming look and you nodded. He nodded and as you released on his member, he let himself finish inside of you. You felt his hot release fill you up and you threw your head back. “F-Fuck.” You moaned out. He held you there as you both rode out your orgasm. As he stood back up, putting his clothes back on, kissing your forehead. You felt his warm release running down your leg as you stood, your legs shaking. He gave you his spare shirt to clean up with, “Clean yourself up love.” He said softly. You smiled and he pulled you in for a handful of light kisses. On your lips, your cheeks, and your forehead.

You walked out of the office, slightly stumbling down the stairs and sitting back down, across from Spencer. “What did he want?” He asked you. “Just a second opinion.” You answered, going back to your work as if nothing had happened. Spencer didn’t question it. But Morgan saw the messed-up hair and swollen lips. But he didn’t say any    thing.

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