#curse my 9+ y/o phone

[emelinstriker]

HE WOULD DEFFO BE LIKE JAX- also GOTTA LOVE THE DOODLES HNHNHNFH

Also, this version of Celestial Hunters in the one-shot ain't all that scary thanks to their fluffy wolf-like-ish appearance... Even tho they're made out of the same stuff as that watch from the Macaque X Reader angst part 2 lul-

Got into the Amazing Digital Circus, and so many of Jax lines reminded me of something Mink would say in @emelinstriker ESAU. (If you haven’t seen the pilot episode, please do, it was an experience.)

I’m not sure how he emerges from the Scroll but I’d like to think he could liquify himself and just shape his head enough to talk. (Celestial Hunter is a creature mentioned in their lore and my brain already is shaking with what it might look like. Mink certainly doesn’t approve.)

Also also have ESAU Nezha being protective over ESAU MK as he has an internal panic attack at the thought of a spider potentially in his room. Mink would pull stuff like this, right?

Also trying to figure out how to draw Mink. Oof.

Also bonus: because Mink is the only one who still has his memories in this AU, I wonder if there are times he gets PTSD flashbacks. It’s highly unlikely… but I imagine he’d act like this during those episodes. Since it is mentioned Mink is the last/main defense for the Reader, this scenario is highly unlikely… but I wanted to draw it anyway.

Again. Inspired by Jax.

[elihermit]

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Can you do a fic based off of 911 5x13 Fear-O-Phobia where Eddie destroys his room with a baseball bat but instead of Eddie destroying it Y/n does.

my tears ricochet

pairing: Eddie Diaz x fem!reader

summary: you work in a call center, answering emergency calls and you thought that no call would break you anymore, but today you have reached your breaking point

this fic is based on season 5 episode 13 “Fear-o-Phobia”

word count: 2,2k

author’s note: this fic contains references to child abuse and self-harm, please read with caution!

You're on shift again today and you're pretty tired at the end of it. You had an hour left before the end of the day and you really couldn't wait to get home to Chris and Eddie, even though you knew Eddie would be back a little later than you.

“Long day, huh?” — you break out of your thoughts and see Josh in front of you. You had a fifteen-minute break and decided to have coffee.

“Don’t even start, it’s like this full moon curse decided to show up earlier.”

“I feel you, but guess what? You will be free soon and my night will be long.” — Josh sighed and went to pour himself a cup of coffee too.

“Lucky me, I guess.” — you got up to go to your desk and continue taking calls. “Back to service.”

You sat down at the table and gave yourself a couple more minutes to get ready for the last hour of work. This job was difficult, sometimes your emotions could take over, but you thought you had already learned to control them. And even if you thought about quitting, those thoughts went away after a minute, because you knew that you were the first person people counted on when they were in danger and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

You put on your ear piece and come back to help people.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Please, my dad is going to kill me.”

You hear a child's trembling voice and your heart turns over.

“Sweetie, tell me what’s going on? Are you in danger?”

“My dad gets aggressive when he drinks, he took his gun.”

“Is he threatening you with a gun? Are you in any pain?”

“He pointed it on me, but I ran to my room. Daddy hit me in the head, I feel dizzy.”

“Open the fucking door!” — you hear a drunken male voice and banging on the door. You need to be fast.

“Okay, honey, help is coming. Tell me your name and address.”

“I’m Audrey, 354 N Spring Street.”

“All units, 354 N Spring Street, the man is intoxicated, he is armed and threatens his daughter. Possible child abuse and injuries.”

You quickly notify units about this and it takes your breath away. You need to save the girl, no one will get hurt today.

“Okay, Audrey, help is on the way, I will stay on the line, until they arrive. Is there anyone else at home?”

“No, it’s just the two of us. Please hurry, he’s going to break the door!”

You feel a tear rolling down your cheek, but you quickly brush it away.

“Help will be with you in 5 minutes. In the meantime, I want you to listen to me, okay? Hide under the bed or in the closet and try to be quiet, sweetie.”

You can hear the movement on the other end of the phone. Your palms are sweating and you're breathing fast. Your whole focus is on this girl.

“Okay, I'm under the bed.”

“Good job. Help is almost there, Audrey.”

The next thing you hear is a broken door and a little girl screaming. You hear a man swearing and a loud bang. You can't control the tears.

“Audrey, are you there?”

But there is silence in response. All you can hear is Audrey's screams and pleading for dad not to hit her anymore. Your hands start shaking and you feel like you're suffocating, everything is in a blur and slow motion.

“LAPD! Raise your hands and move away from the girl by 3 meters.”

You hear the voices of the police, but it's too soon to exhale, you don't know if it was too late. You feel Josh's hand on your shoulder and only now realize how much you're crying.

“Dispatcher, this is 134, the girl is unconscious, but stable, got here on time. We’re heading to the hospital.”

It should be a moment where you exhale, because the girl is alive and she will be fine, but you can't shake the feeling that you could have done more. This is not the first call from a child in your career, but it was the first call where you heard everything in "action" and it broke you.

You open the front door to the house and walk inside on weak legs. God only knows how you got home, because everything seemed to stop and you were alone in this trap. The girl's scream is still in your ears, and burning cheeks remind you of tears that you couldn't control. All you wanted right now was to be alone.

“Hey mommy.”

You hear Chris's voice from the living room and go there. He started calling you mom not so long ago and you loved it. You accepted him as your own child and Eddie always made sure to thank you for that.

“Hey, baby. Is dad home yet?”

You wanted Eddie to be at home, he was your safe place, who always dispersed the clouds when they appeared over your head. But another part of you wanted him to still be at work because you didn't want to explain what happened.

“No, but he should be in an hour.”

“Okay. How about I make you dinner and turn on cartoons while you eat? Mommy is not feeling well and I would like to lay down for a bit. Are you going to be fine on your own?”

“Sure, I wanted to watch cartoons all day!”

Chris smiled broadly and it melted your heart. He's so cheerful and positive that sometimes you thought you needed to learn from him. You loved him with all your heart and if something had happened to him, you would have died. But one question haunted you - how can you protect him if you couldn't protect the child at work?

You put a sandwich in front of Chris and turned on his favorite cartoons. He thanked you, you kissed him on the forehead and went into the bedroom. After closing the door, you sat down on the bed and finally let out all your emotions. You were angry, sad and crushed. You were angry at yourself for not being able to do more, you were angry at this worthless father who allowed himself to treat his own daughter like that, and you were angry that now you weren't sure you could save Chris if it was necessary.

Tears were pouring from your eyes, this cutting pain in your chest, which was growing with every second and this feeling of utter helplessness drove you crazy.

You didn't know what was driving you, but the next thing you knew it was the bat in your hands and the first blow to the wall. You never thought you had that kind of strength because that punch left a hole in the wall. You scream, this scream is more like a plea and each blow gets stronger. You don't hear anything that's going on around you, you just hit the bat against the wall and scream, thinking that it will make your pain less real.

Tears are still pouring out of your eyes, you can feel the salty taste in your mouth. You throw the bat on the floor and it falls with a loud bang. Now your hands are hitting the wall and you feel your knuckles getting scratched, but you didn't care. Now the most horrifying screams are coming out of your throat.

“Hey, buddy. I’m on my way, do you want anything?”

“Dad, please hurry up! Mommy is not well.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

Eddie's body immediately tensed up and he accelerated the car to get home faster.

“I don’t know, I keep calling her, but she won’t answer.” — Eddie heard heavy thuds and screams in the background.

“Okay, Chris, don’t worry, I’m almost here.”

Eddie ran to the house and opened the door. During those minutes while he was driving in the car, he wanted only one thing - for both of you to be okay.

He saw Chris near your shared bedroom and immediately ran up to him.

“Chris, are you okay? Where’s mom?”

“She locked herself in the bedroom. I tried to call her, but she was screaming really hard.”

“Okay, buddy. Sit in the living room, please, I’m gonna go get her, okay?”

“Okay.” — Eddie watched Chris go.

“Hey baby, it’s me. Can I come in?”

He didn't hear anything. Just the silence that didn't give him any peace of mind.

“Okay, I’m going to come in, (Y/N). Stay away from the door.”

Eddie kicked down the door and was finally able to enter the bedroom. The first thing he saw were holes in the wall. He took two steps and saw you sitting on the floor with your back leaning on the bed frame. Your legs were pressed against your chest and your head was in your lap. Eddie saw your shoulders shaking and heard you sobbing.

He immediately knelt down and cupped your face in his hands so that you could look at him.

“Hey. Hey, hey, I’m here, baby. What’s wrong? Please talk to me.” — he saw your red eyes and wet face from crying.

When you finally looked at him, you saw his frightened eyes. He was looking for an answer in your eyes and patiently waited for you to explain everything to him.

“He almost killed her, Eddie. I should have done more. I heard everything.” — the tears started to flow with renewed vigor and a sound more like a whine came out of your mouth.

“Shh, mi amor. I’m here.” — Eddie wrapped you in his arms and you cried into his shoulder. He stroked your hair soothingly and said sweet nothings in your ear. “Let it out, baby. I’m right here.”

He hated seeing you like this. He knew that his job was difficult and that he was risking his life, but he knew that your job is 100 times more difficult emotionally because you hear every pain, fear and suffering of other people when you get a call.

“We’re right out here, Chris, don’t worry.”

You are now in the kitchen and Eddie has left Chris's room. You were sitting at the table and looking at your hands. Your knuckles are red and swollen from the blows and your head has so many regrets. You scared Chris.

“Is he okay?” — you asked in a whisper and didn't want to think about hurting Chris. That's your biggest fear.

“He’s still scared. Makes two of us.”

Eddie sat down across from you and you looked up. You were so upset for what you had done and it was eating you up.

“I’m so sorry. The last thing I wanted was for Chris to be scared of me.”

“Hey.” — Eddie took your hand. “He’s not scared of you, he was scared for you.”

“Did he call you?”

“He did. I got here as fast as I could.”

You chuckled. This scenario is ironically similar. A call from a child who asks to be saved from a parent. Only his call was to save you. And it hit you with an epiphany. You wanted so badly to never put Chris in danger that you unwittingly reproduced it into reality.

“I got a call today.” — you finally started explaining. “It was a little girl and she asked for help, because her dad was abusing her. A-and…” — your voice faltered, but you continued. “Then he beat her up and I heard her screaming.”

“Oh, mi amor. I’m so sorry.” — Eddie squeezed your hand, but you got up and walked over to him. He immediately realized that you wanted to sit on his lap and gave you this opportunity.

“I still can’t shake the feeling that I should have done more. And now I doubt that I can protect Chris. I can’t even do it at work.”

“Look at me, (Y/N).” — he put his hand on your face and looked into your eyes. “Do you know why Chris started calling you Mom? Because he feels safe with you. You make him feel loved and protected. And that's all we can both ask for. You are enough.”

He kissed your cheek and continued.

“I’m sorry you had that call and you had to hear all of that. But you did everything and even more, I’m sure of it. You saved that little girl. Who knows what would have happened if help had arrived 2 minutes later. But YOU did everything in time.”

And you realized that your job does not consist of personally being at the scene of accidents. Your job is to make sure that help arrives at the right time and you did a damn good job.

You smiled and felt relieved. You didn't look at this situation from Eddie's point of view and that's what got you. You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck and buried your fingers in his hair.

He pressed you closer and kissed you on the shoulder. Every bad thought disappeared when he was around. And his arms always caught you when you started to fall to the bottom.

You heard the notification sound on your phone and pulled it out of your pocket. It was a message from Josh:

“Audrey is alive and stable. They say it was perfect timing.”

“Always on time, huh?” — Eddie saw the message and smiled at you.

“I like to be punctual.”

He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you gently. He's always here to rescue you, and you're always here to answer quickly.

[oval3000]

Chapter 2

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This story might suck idk)

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Jacob slammed one of the medicine drawers close after getting the bottle of pills from a specific patient. "I don't know what miracle came down here, but we haven't had an accident in a month." He said to a fellow nurse standing next to him.

"Don't jinx it," she said grabbing the pill bottle from his hands.

"You know," he stared at your section, watching as you typed what you needed into the computer," ever since she started working here, König hasn't bashed anyone's heads."

"Well it's only been a month since she started working here, I wouldn't be relieved yet." She said, popping two pills into a Dixie cup.

"Yeah well I'm very optimistic about this." He got up and walked away. "Oh if the drawer gets stuck again, just bang on it a few times."

"It would be better if they just get new ones," she sighed, walking away towards her row of patients.

He rolled his eyes, "please they're too stingy to buy new bed sheets."

You have been working here for a month and so far everything was okay. You do what you need to do and things go smoothly.

As for König, he hasn't said or do anything towards you. You honestly felt like they were fooling you by telling you all those stories about his past nurses and guards.

You learned more about the staff names on all floors. König's two guards are named Eli and Gabriel. They both make sure that nothing happens to you aswell as any other staff.

You met Dr. Smith. You first impression of her was a little stiff. Mainly because she was direct and serious. She doesn't really make small talk to any of the nurses only the administrator. She also doesn't really fond of you. Well it's not like she hates you, is more of she critics anything you do. From the way you gather the medical supplies to the way you check patients vitals. During her visit with König, you stay outside the room so you don't know what goes on in there.

You saw when she exited the room alongside Eli and Gabriel, taking König back to his room. You didn't need to look up to know that Dr. Smith was walking towards, her heels made it obvious. "He will no longer take his usual calming medication, he'll take this one." She gave you the doctors order.

"benzodiazepines?" He was fine with his usual one.

She looked at you with her eyebrows forward "Yes. Is there a problem."

"Wouldn't the short term use cause him more problems compared to how he is now. I mean, he's been doing good lately and his oth-'

"Are you a doctor (Y/n)?" She tilted her head as she gives you a serious stern look.

"No."

"Right, I call shots for what is good for my patients. So if I tell you to order his new medicine then you order his new medicine! Is there a problem!?" Her high pitch tone caused the other nurses to look at you.

You look around mentally slapping yourself in the face. Of course she knows more than you, you are just a nurse. "No, Dr. Smith. I'll order them asap."

"Good. Make sure that his primary physician knows about it too and next time you question me, go back to school to get a lab coat. You are a nurse, you do what I say."

She left leaving the echo of her heels scraping the white tile floors. You cursed under your breath while picking up the phone. Calling in orders for prescription is a pain in the ass. Well the hospital it is, you're not familiar with a psychiatric hospital. The last thing you need is to be at hold for three hours trying to get it through.

"We need medical attention at room #526!" You heard Eli. You quickly ran to König's room and saw Gabriel on the floor, holding his mouth as blood was coming out. You turned your head to take a look at König. He was standing there with blood on his nuckles. He's tall, you never got a good look on how tall he was. This man is a mountain an actual mountain.

"What happened?" Jacob entered in seeing the mess.

"I need gauze pads and bandages.' You said holding onto Gabriel. König saw as you attended him. You're his nurse not Gabriel's. You should be attending König not him. The other guards came in to help Gabriel getting up while the others trying to hold König down. Jacob came in with the medical tray. He flicked a needle, trying to get any air bubbles out. You got up as they took Gabriel out, "what are you doing?"

"Everytime he does this, we have to put him down" He made his way towards König while two other guards were trying to hold him down. Compared to the guards themselves they looked like little children against König.

You went in front of Jacob, "You don't have to do that. It will make him think more irrationally. Please he is my patient."

He lowered the needle down giving you a sigh, "Fine. I'll go make a report. But you still can't be here unless two guards are present."

"Okay." The two guards let König's arms go.

Eli and Jacob left to talk to the administrator. You picked up the gauze pads and bandage from the trey.

You haven't made eye contact with König. You've always been too nervous about that, but you had to see him to examine him. You saw him, you saw his face. He had stuble. His features are strong and sharp, his jawline looks like it can cut anybody. He had scars on his face one through his mouth and the other one through his eye. His eyes are blue a nice clear blue, which stood out against his dark under circles. He was probably the most handsome patient you have ever seen. No, not patient, the most handsome men you have ever seen.

You walk towards him, slowly. You looked up to him, your face aligned to his torso . His white t-shirt was snuged and hugged all his curves on his abdomen. You can see the outline of his perfect abs and chest area. His biceps make it look the arm holes of his shirt are going to pop open. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, almost golden. Like before, it wasn't long or short, it was a good length, enough to make a little lazy ponytail.

You stuck out your hand as he placed his on top of yours. Your hand looks barley visible compared to his. You took a peace of gauze and dabbed it on his bloody nuckle. He didn't have any wounds from the punch he gave grabriel. If anything, the blood you are wiping away is Gabriel's.

König stared at you. He saw how concentrated you are with him, how gentle you are with him and how carring you are to him. The fact that you stood up for him from getting sedated, it was a like a call for him that you are his officially.

I mean he did it for you. No one knows the other half the story, they always accuse of the one that looks guilty. When Eli and Gabriel went to take him back to his room, König heard the comments they made about you. All the comments made by Gabriel.

Sure, Gabriel is nice to you, but he looks like a jerk and he is one. He's nice to you, but behind your back he thinks you are an object. Talking about how he wants to take you, not for a date, but for a nice dinner so that he can fuck you later in his car and most likely never talk to you again afterwards...unless he's desperate for sex again

König couldn't let that slide. Talking about you like a sex toy. Talking about you like you don't have emotions. Yes, König has killed men and women that don't really deserve it, but you. Someone that stood up for him. That attends when he needs or wants something. He wanted Jell-O during lunch, but no one was giving him one. Then you came inside the dining room and saw that he didn't have Jell-O like the rest so you gave him one. It's like you read his mind. You don't deserve to be treated this way. It reminds him of himself when he was a kid.

Being bullied for just being nice, for being who he is. He wants to protect you that's all he wanted to do. So he punch Gabriel after hearing his plan to seduce and fuck you then leaving you alone for yourself without a care in the world. He was easy, just one punch and he was down on floor holding his bloody mouth.

You cleaned him up and sat him down on his bed. He wanted to grab your waist and pull you closer to him. To kiss you as a thank you.

He was never lucky with the women, who would be with someone who's a looser. He remembers the time in high-school when girls will ask him out only to laugh at his face when he thought they were serious. Before he left to go to the military he met a girl. The girl just wanted some free drinks so she talked into him for some free stuff. He lost his virginity to her and felt as if he found the one. But to her he was her wallet, a way to get free things and rides for her and her friends. He bought her flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Took her out to romantic dates that he tried so hard to assemble. Only to walk in on her having sex with another men, in his bedroom on his bed in his place that he pays for. He hoped that she was just drunk or scared..maybe, but no.

"Seriously König, you thought that I cared about you? I mean you are not even good at sex. I was just using you for the free stuff. I just wanted free drinks jeez! It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint."

He saw how they both laughed at his face. How they both just sat there naked, laughing at him as if he was the punchline to a joke.

"Believe me I never wanted this to happen! Especially after getting that dam abortion. But it doesn't matter cause you paid for it."

She wanted money to buy a new dress. She used it to have an abortion. He felt tears running down his face. They didn't feel bad, no, they laughed harder at him at how pathetic he was.

"Why would I even be with a looser."

He remembered how those kids would push him down the slide. How they would rip away his comic books. How they broke everyone one of his toys.

"Looser!"

"Looser!Looser!"

his fist turned white, he felt his fingernails, cutting deep into his palm. The girl he thought was the one was taunting him along his boy toy. He walked up to them. They expected him to bawl like a baby and beg for an apology. Instead, he choked her. His hands gripped tight around her neck. He felt some punches coming from her boy toy, telling König to stop, to let her go.

He saw as the life of her eyes went away. He heard as her neck cracked and dropped her back on the bed. He turned the guy, choking him to death aswell.

He hid the bodies, ran away, joined the military and found a new way to live.

You heard other male voices coming from the elevator and the administrator coming in. "What happened!?"

"He attacked Gabriel." You said to him, you saw what was behind him, other doctors.

"Put him in a straitjacket." He pointed to König

"What no!" You said getting in between him and König.

"Excuse me!?"

"Putting him in a straitjacket isn't going to solve anything."

He crossed his arms while looking down at you "Doing nothing will solve nothing, (Y/n)!"

You turned to König who had a stoic expression "I know, but I'm sure there are oth-"

"What are you again, (Y/n)?" he blurted out.

You knew where this is going. Twice in one day, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "A nurse."

He gave you a small smirk, the same one Dr. Smith gave you. "Exactly. A nurse. I'm your superior, you don't get to tell me what to do. Your job is to take his vitals, and give him medication not to throw orders around! Do I make myself clear!" He stepped closer to you. You wanted to back away, but you felt frozen. He was directly infront of your face. "Now, move aside so we can our jobs!"

You looked down on the floor. You never felt so light headed as you did now. The other voices coming from them were echoes. You felt nausea and sweating. Your heart felt like it was pounding from your chest, but it sounded like a blur. "S-sorry.. sir." You always feel week when people yell at you.

"Next time you do something like that, you're out of here, (Y/n). " He said as you all watched König being put in a straitjacket.

The administrator, Ben, saw König. He was taken back a bit. The look he gave him. As if he was killing him right on the spot. König no longer had the stoic expression, he gave him a death stare.

Who does he think he is to yell at you for being nice to him. To threatened her. They are all the same. Everyone here is all same. The same kids that shoved him around the boys bathroom when he was 10. The same as those girls that laughed at him that laughed at his face.

But instead of him being the victim, is you. You're so weak and innocent, how can someone treat you like that.

But it's okay because you'll have König by his side. He'll make sure to save you.

To care for you.

To love you.

To make you his.

[cre8inghavoc]

Can't help it...

Part 9

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

Inumaki's POV:

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours now, and I don’t understand why I can’t sleep. I mean, I’ve always had issues with sleeping—insomnia’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember—but I thought it was getting better. This past week, for the first time in years, I actually slept well. It was odd, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.

But tonight? Tonight, it’s back to the old ways.

Back to no sleep.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced over at the clock.

4 a.m.

Great.

Should I even bother going to school later? Maybe I should just skip. But then… I wouldn’t see y/n.

Fuck.

The thought of not seeing her tomorrow... or today, technically... made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about. I let out another frustrated sigh and turned my head to look at my phone on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stared at it, my mind running through all the reasons why texting her at this hour would be a terrible idea.

She’s probably asleep. You’ll wake her up. She’ll think you’re being annoying. Just leave her alone.

But then again… what if she’s awake too? What if she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now?

Before I could overthink it anymore, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hesitating over the keyboard. I typed out a message and stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to hit send.

This is stupid. She’s not awake. You’ll look like an idiot.

But my thumb pressed send before I could talk myself out of it.

Hey… you up?

I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and ran a hand over my face, already regretting it. But now all I could do was wait.

Honestly, I was kind of hoping she would respond. It’s not like I can sleep, so maybe talking to her would help. But at the same time… I kind of hope she doesn’t even see my message. Because… what if I’m being too much?

What if she sees it, rolls her eyes, and thinks I’m just some guy who can’t get a grip? Someone who’s bothering her at 4 a.m. for no reason?

I sighed, staring at the faint glow of my phone screen as it sat on the bed next to me. What was I expecting? That she’d magically be awake, texting back right away? And if she did… what would I even say?

Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you?

Yeah, right. That would go over well.

I shook my head, feeling the frustration bubble up in my chest. Why was she in my head so much? Why couldn’t I just… let it go? Ignore it? Pretend I wasn’t thinking about the way she looked at me earlier, or the way her voice shook just a little when she was mad?

I groaned softly, rolling over onto my side and staring at the phone again. One minute passed. Then another. The screen stayed dark, and the silence stretched on. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better if she didn’t answer.

Because if she did… I wasn’t sure what I’d say next. Or worse, what I’d admit.

But then, to my surprise, my phone buzzed.

I blinked, staring at it for a moment as if I’d imagined the notification. The screen lit up, her name glowing back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before picking it up, as if seeing her response would somehow make this real.

WARNING: SMUT (18+ ONLY) & HEAVY FLIRTING/TEASING

A/N

things are getting veryyy spicy now 👀

hope you enjoyed this little tease

im so sorry this took so look... it was very unexpected ive just been extremely busy and honestly haven't had the energy to write much

yes this is very short butttt i kinda just want some of yalls opinion on this... like would you actually wanna read the smut (next part)

ik its late ASF BUT ENJOY IT PLEASE OR ELSE ILL CRY FR

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mason mctavish x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, irresponsible decision making l o l, smut (oral male receiving, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it ladies and gents), mentions of pregnancy :) DAD MASON!!!

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you watched as mason sat awkwardly as the restaurant staff sang him happy birthday, earning a short laugh and shake of his head at the end.

“what are you embarrassed?” you tease.

“yes. now drink up that marg dani bought you.”

“yes sir.” you said already pretty buzzed from the few sips you already took of the strong drink. as the dinner continued you only got drunker, and sitting next to your best friend, dani terry, you have waited a while to hear some of the things she wanted to do when she first became a wag.

“you know, i was really tempted to like do some crazy things when i first got together with troy.” she whispers in your ear.

“i need ideas, im not new but im young so im crazy right?”

“oh of course.” she giggles, “i always wanted to get his number tattooed on my ass cheek but i always chickened out.”

“oh my god. i’m so doing that. will you come with me for moral support?”

“oh of course i will.”

“what are you guys talking about?” trevor speaks up butting in.

“nunya.” you scoff at him and he giggles knowing you were only joking.

“tomorrow? 1:30?”

“sounds good to me, send me whatever address and i’ll be there.” she laughs at you. you don’t know what you’re gonna tell mason but you know it won’t be that you’re going to a tattoo shop to get his number tattooed in permanent ink on your ass cheek. you get home about an hour later, it’s only 9:30 and you’re piss drunk.

“come on, let’s get you ready for bed.” he says and you feel all the emotions.

“i’m sorry i ruined your dinner, im so drunk. i’m sorry mason. please don’t be upset.” you blabber.

“i’m not upset at you.” he laughs, helping you remove your clothes and changing into your pajamas.

“i feel like you are though.”

“do i look mad y/n?” he looks up at you with caring eyes.

“no.” you admit and he kisses you on the head.

“see you’re fine, now let’s brush your teeth and get tucked in okay?” he asks offering his help which you accepted. he assisted you in taking out your contacts and brushing your teeth. once he stripped down to only boxers, he brings you over to the bed and tells you to take the tylenol he left on the nightstand before he could tuck you in. you did as you were told and laid down in bed, wrapped up in his arms.

the following morning you wake up feeling okay, given you had taken the tylenol before bed.

“good morning sleepy.” mason laughs lightly and kisses you on top of the head.

“good morning.” you say, rolling off of him and unplugging your phone and checking the time and for texts.

dani: still on for 1:30?

you: yep, getting up now.

you replied to her and stood up walking into the bathroom.

“hey mase?”

“yeah.”

“i’m going to lunch with dani, im leaving in thirty minutes.”

“okay.” he simply replies as you quickly shower and eat a snack. once you’re ready, you put on your watch and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“i’ll text you when im on the way back.”

“okay, have fun babe be safe.” he smiles as you exit the apartment. you and dani both arrive to your destination at the same time. you step out of the car, realization hitting you. this was too good.

“are you nervous?” she asks as she opens the door for you.

“no, i’m excited. his birthday is tomorrow so i’m excited to show him.”

“it’s gonna be gold.” she laughs as you sign in and show the artist what font you want to use.

“are you sure you want this on your ass cheek?” the artist laughs.

“yes, blame her for the idea.” you say pointing at dani as she raises her hands up on defense.

“at least it’s original and somewhat romantic.” the artist says as you lay down on your stomach, ass completely out. she places the stencil on the right side and in the perfect spot. she shows you a picture before giving her the go ahead to begin. the pain was like that of a cat scratch. a few short minutes later the artist wipes away the excess ink and places second skin on it. you stand up to look in the mirror and smile.

“that is amazing.” you laugh turning back to her.

“you don’t have to keep that second skin on after tonight since you said his birthday is tomorrow, it should be fine.” she says, removing her gloves and cleaning the area.

“perfect.” you smile. once she’s done she rings you up to pay and you both walk out of the shop.

“thank you for coming with me, this was a true bonding experience.” you say hugging dani as you walked to our cars.

“of course anytime, ill see you next game?”

“sure will.” you smile getting into your car and texting him to say that you’re on the way back.

“wow i cannot believe i have masons number tattooed on my ass.” you say to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot. once you arrive back at home, you see mason on the couch with his ps5 controller and a bowl of cereal.

“hey baby, how was lunch?” he asks you.

“oh it was great. what have you been up to?” you ask sitting next to him on the couch.

“just been playing my game. and eating cereal.” he laughs.

“sounds like we’re having efficient days today, i’m gonna go put my pajamas back on.” you say getting up and he smacks my ass lightly, which is something he loved to do. once you change back into your pajamas, you join mason on the couch, cuddling to his side as he picks a movie for the two of you to watch.

“you’re gonna be 21 in like 8 hours mase, how do you feel?”

“like i’m getting old because you’re still 20.” he giggles which earns a smack on his arm.

“oh whatever.” you say shoving him as he smiles, returning back to the movie.

“i got you something for your birthday.” you confess after about 20 minutes, barely being able to keep it a secret.

“baby you didn’t have to get me anything.” he says pausing the movie and turning to you.

“well i did. i wanted to.” you say knowing he hates when you spend money on him.

“you know i don’t want you spending money on me.”

“you’ll like it trust me.” you smirk kissing him on the cheek before grabbing his cereal bowl and taking it to the kitchen.

“the only thing i want for my birthday is you, in our bed, after midnight.” he says walking up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

“oh trust me, that’s a guarantee.” you say as he trails light kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

“good.” he smiles, squeezing your waist one last time before backing away and exiting the kitchen. as it got later, and the sun hung lower and lower, you spent the majority of your day on the couch watching his favorite movies.

“only two more hours.” you say smushing his face and kissing him on the cheek which earns a light giggle.

“can’t wait.” he smiles pulling you onto his lap where you make myself comfortable.

“it’s honestly nice spending my birthday only with you. i value our alone time more than you’ll ever know.” he says placing small kisses on your jaw.

“me too,” you say grabbing his face with your hand and placing a loving kiss on his lips. over the course of the last few months, he’s become way more comfortable with physical touch and affection as well as improving his use of words of affirmation and making sure you know you’re loved. night and day difference.

“you’ve changed so much since i met you mason.”

“is that good or bad?”

“good, you’ve become the most loving person i’ve ever known. night and day difference from the day we met.” you laugh as he hugs me closer.

“i needed you in my life clearly.” he laughs and his words make your heart flutter.

“just the same way i needed you.” you smile at him and he kisses you, standing up from his lap. the idea of sitting through the time remaining before midnight was practical torture. you snuck past a focused mason and quietly shut the bedroom door, changing into your newest black set you bought and putting your pajamas back on over it. opening the door quietly again, you walk into the living room and join him on the couch.

“fucking hell.” he yells losing the game.

“lose?” you ask.

“for the fiftieth time yes.”

“oh no i’m sorry.” you giggle a little bit as he turns off the console and beckons you over to him.

“cmere.” he says pulling you back onto his lap.

“so what’s my handsome about to be 21 year old have in mind for us tonight?” you ask brushing his curls out of his face with your fingers.

“oh we’re makin loveeeeeee baby.” he says shoving his nose in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over the area which sends chills down your spine.

“it’s 11:30.” you say wrapping my arms around him.

“i’m gonna stare at the clock till it hits 11:59 so i can carry you in our room and lock the door.” he says smirking against your cheek as he kisses it.

“you’re like a teddy bear mase.”

“only for you, everyone else can fuck off.” he says and you laugh together.

“yes everyone else can fuck off.” you laugh hugging him closer to you as you drifted into a comfortable silence, listening to his heart beat rhythmically against his chest soothed your nerves. you must’ve drifted off to sleep because you gained consciousness as you was lifted up off the couch and he adjusted you.

“did i fall asleep?”

“yes but it’s ok, i’m taking you to our bed.”

“no no it’s ok i’m up, i could hear your heartbeat and it put me to sleep.” you blush in embarrassment.

“you’re so adorable.��� he says carrying you into your shared bedroom and setting you down on the bed. you look over at the alarm clock and see the time.

11:59.

he shuts the door and clicks the lock. you stare at the clock as it changes.

“happy birthday baby.” you say walking over and kissing him deeply.

“thank you sweet girl.” he says running his hands down your body.

“are you ready for your gift?”

“yes?” he questions as we begin to get undressed.

“okay sit down.” you say once he’s stripped down to his underwear.

“okay?” he does hesitantly. you pull off my shorts as the last piece and do a full turn.

“what am i looking for other than the fact that you’re wearing a new set?” he says and you turn around so he can examine my ass.

“y/n.” he says and you turn back around.

“mason.” you say.

“you did not get my number tattooed on your ass.” he says.

“oh i did.”

“god you’re so hot.” he says standing up and grabbing your face, smashing your lips together. his hands find their way to your ass and yours around the back of his neck.

“do you like it?” you say pulling away and grabbing his hand, brushing it over the tattoo.

“i love it.” he says smacking your ass firmly and picking you up and placing you on the bed. you remove the remainder of your clothing and get straight to business, he stands at the foot of your bed as you stroke his dick, his tip already leaking as he yearns for your touch. your tongue makes contact w his tip, circling it numerous times before taking his whole length into you mouth.

“oh fuck.” he says gathering your hair in his hand. you somehow take him all the way in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, pulling him out with a popping noise to this time focus on his sensitive tip.

“my god baby you’re so perfect for me.” he says as you run your tongue down the length of his dick before taking it all back into your mouth. bobbing my head and working with your hands, you felt his cock twitch under your touch before spilling into your mouth. you swallow every drop and then let him go, opening your mouth to show you swallowed it all.

“that’s my good girl.” he says grabbing your face with one hand and bringing your lips up to his desparately.

“can i take you from behind?” he says pulling away earning a nod from you.

“only if you promise i can ride after.” you say holding out my pinky which he gladly accepts.

“gladly. i wanna see your gorgeous face while you take me.” he smirks kissing you again before getting into your position.

“wow i could get used to this.” he says placing his hand on your ass, running his thumb lightly over the raised skin of the fresh tattoo.

“good because it’s gonna be there forever.” i giggle before he pushes his dick into you unexpectedly.

“oh fuck.” you moan out as he instantly hits your cervix.

“you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.”

“good.” he says before retracting his hips and slamming back into you, pricking your eyes with euphoric tears. he continues this pattern leaving you screaming and moaning like crazy. sex with mason had always been good but it seems like you’ve motivated him.

“that’s my good girl right there.” he says continuing to pound his thick cock into you at a nearly unbearable pace.

“oh my fucking god mason i’m gonna come.” you say, mascara running and starting to drip on the sheets.

“let go baby, come for me.” he says as an orgasm tears through your body like a freshly sharpened knife, pulling a loud moan from your throat. he slows down his pace allowing you to come down from your high and he pulls out, continuing to jerk himself off.

“oh baby your mascara.” he says laughing before letting go and grabbing a tissue, wiping the running makeup off your face gently.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he says tossing the tissue on the floor and kissing you lovingly. he lays down with his head propped up on two pillows. he helps me as i position myself over him and sink myself onto him earning a grunt.

“you’re so god damn gorgeous.” he says palming your tits as you lean over to attach your lips again. his kiss is like a drug and you’re addicted. you move up and down at a decent pace, placing your hands on his abs, nails slightly digging into his skin.

“oh yeah right there.” you say circling your hips around on him while locking eyes with him as he sits up and connects your lips once again as you continued.

“that feels so fucking good.” he says as you continue before bringing yourself up and down again.

“god you’re gonna make me come again. you fuck me so good mase.” you say leaning over and kissing him, feeling your abdomen tighten at the thought of of another climax.

“oh fuck fuck fuck. me too. oh fuck.” he says moments before spilling his warm seed into you as your walls clenched around him. you slowed down, not once losing touch. he stayed in you while you kissed again and cuddled to his chest, staying for a good while.

“okay baby let’s get showered.” he says pulling out of you and carrying you into the bathroom.

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*few weeks later*

“mason.” you a ay with a trembling hand.

“what, what is it?” he says flinging the door open.

“it’s positive.” you say with confusing tears brimming your eyes.

“oh my god.” he says with an unreadable expression that soon grew into a smile which spread onto you. you were so scared of how he would react.

“y/n we’re gonna be parents?”

“yes we are mason.”

“i wouldn’t want anyone else to be the mother of my kids, i love you so much.”

“i was so scared of what you’d say. i love you mase.” you reply before he kisses you hastily.

“i’m so scared mason.” you say as he wraps his arms around you.

“me too, but we’re in this together, we’re gonna be okay baby. our baby is gonna have the best uncles to grow up with and the best mommy to raise her.”

“awe mase….. wait why’d you say her?”

“i just feel like it’s gonna be a girl.” he shrugs and giggles.

“well i hope it is too.” you smile and he takes the test from your hand, placing it on the counter and bringing you into the bedroom.

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june 2027

you arrived at the beach close to your home and set up all of your gear. mason leans down to place little juniper on the towel so you can put sunscreen on her little pale face. her bright blue eyes pierced your heart as she smiled bright at you.

“beach.” she says looking around at all the people.

“yeah beach.” you say as you open up the sunscreen and work some into her face.

“where’s daddy?” she asks in her sweet voice.

“i’m right here juni.” he says and she whips her head around and smiles.

“hi daddy.”

“hi baby.” he says kissing her on the head before placing her little purple ducks sun hat on.

“shit, mason im gonna go rinse my cup. it has sand all over it. watch juni.” you say standing up and grabbing your cup. you turn to walk away before you hear her speak up.

“mommy what’s that on your butt?” she asks and you freeze. you turn around slowly and make eye contact with mason and all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“it’s mommy’s tattoo.” you a ay squatting down to her level.

“why is it on your butt?” she asks and you look at him again and his face is burning red from laughter and you pause not knowing what to say.

“i’ll tell you in about 15 years how about that?” you say patting her on the head before you walk off to the ocean earning a solid chuckle from mason. you return back to your spot after a few minutes of relaxing on the shore to see mason fast asleep with juniper sleeping on his chest. you could’ve cried at the sweet sight. this is your family and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can"

(Part 3)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Cursing, Use of N-word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean, 'I Wanna Be Yours' By Arctic Monkeys, 'Love Songs' By Kaash Paige

Summary: Jaleel is trippin', Miles is mad, and you gotta fill your bestie in. That's pretty much it!

Prev: "Mami, who's calling you?"

Miles asked with slightly swollen lips. You grabbed your purse and reached inside for your phone, an slightly audible gasp came from your mouth when you saw the Caller ID.

"It's Jaleel."

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Miles seems slightly taken aback by what you just said. His mind had many questions, the main one being why was Jaleel calling you? But, he put all these questions on hold once he saw your face. You were clearly in distress, pacing around the room as the phone made a constant buzz, waiting for someone to interact with the call. He couldn't just let you feel this way, you clearly didn't wanna answer the phone. But, someone had to, right? This obviously wasn't just because Miles wanted to flex being there for you when Jaleel couldn't, no that was not the case at all...

"Gimme the phone, mama."

Miles' calming tone broke you out of your infectious thoughts. You looked over at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he was serious. You walked over to your phone hesitantly before grabbing the phone and throwing it to Miles, he caught it with one hand, not even looking due to his spidey-senses. Show off... He was staring you in the eyes the whole time, looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. When he saw none, he took the cue to answer the phone, but not before putting Jaleel on speaker.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, why are you on her phone? Where's Y/n at?"

"You don't gotta worry about that no more, lil bro. You fucked up your whole relationship with her, remember?"

"Nigga, that's none of your busine-"

"Nah, it is my business because she's my business. You were acting like an ass and she left you, you never deserved her anyway."

"Hol on, she never left me. What the fuck are you talking about, bro?"

"Well if she didn't, she's leaving you now. Lose her number, bye."

"Let me talk to he-"

*Click*

Miles jumped off his bed and walked over to you, hugging you from behind.

"There you go, now you'll never have to worry about him talking to you again."

You nod, and he kisses your temple.

"Lemme know if he tries to contact you again, I'll venom strike his phone."

This makes you chuckle, which causes Miles to smile. You two just stayed in the warm hug, not wanting to question the relationship yet. You know that you just kissed him, but you still don't know if you and Miles are dating! You felt it was best to just not address it right now since the moment that the two of you were having was so nice. That was until you got a text, the familiar buzz of your phone made you subconsciously reach for it, checking the notification seeing it was your mom.

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Mother Dearest 😒💞

It's almost your curfew, did you leave from that lil boy house yet?

9:21 pm

Omw rn. I left his btw, I'm at Miles'.

9:22 pm

Good, I never liked him and his nappy dreads anyway 😒

9:23 pm

😭😭 MOM

9:24 pm. Read.

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You clicked your phone off and placed it back into your purse, releasing yourself from the behind hug. You put your purse on and turned to face Miles.

"I gotta go, you wanna walk me home?"

"No, I wanna drive you home. We're in a New York winter right now, I'm not walking around outside when I have a choice not to!"

Miles said, animated. He looked at you like you were crazy and you shook your head, laughing.

"My bad."

You walked over to his doorway and put your shoes on, you began to open Miles' bedroom door but not without him gently removing your hand and placing it on your side. You looked over at him confused, until he opened the door and ushered you out, saying...

"Ladies first."

He smiled at you flirtatiously, before grabbing two jackets hanging on the coat rack. One was a black, north face puffer jacket, and the other was a gray, nike puffer jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion.

"I didn't bring a jacket."

"I know, but you need one."

He said before handing you the gray, nike puffer jacket. You smiled graciously from the affection that Miles was giving you.

"Thank you."

"Of course, mi preciosa."

(My precious)

You and Miles put on your jackets and he brought his hand down to yours, intertwining your fingers. You felt like a million butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach just from this small gesture. Why does he have this affect on me...? You thought. The jacket smelled just like the cologne Miles always wears. This made you smile a little bit, you felt safe in his essence. Miles led you over to the living room where his parents were sitting.

"Dad, can you give us a ride to Y/n's house?"

Miles asked. His parents turned around on the sofa and took notice of your guys' hands. Rio excitedly shook her husband's shoulders like a girl in middle school, telling her friends a secret. Jeff returned the excitement by turning to his wife, smiling extremely hard. Miles grimaced at his parent's immature actions.

"Guys, please don't make it weird! We just need a ride, please."

Miles said, sighing. Jeff got up excitedly, grabbing his coat.

"Yea, c'mon lovebirds. Let's go."

"Please don't call us that."

Miles said before shutting his front door, making you smile.

"I dunno, I think it has a nice ring to it."

You joked, making Miles groan. You 3 walked down the stairs of Miles' apartment complex. Once the two of you get into the car, Miles offers you an airpod. You excitedly accepted and relaxed to the calm, melodic tones of the song 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean. You two listened to about 5 more songs and you were finally at your house. You handed Miles his airpod and he told you to wait there as he got out of the car, at first you didn't know what he was doing but he came to your side and opened your car door.

"Bye, Mr. Morales!"

"Bye, hun. Don't forget to tell your Mom I said hi!"

Miles grabbed your hand and walked you to the doorstep of your house. You began to take off the jacket he provided until he stopped you with his voice.

"Keep it."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am, mami."

You chuckled a little bit.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

Miles said, playfully shoving you.

"I'm not laughing at you, dumbass. I'm just really happy that you care about me so much, I don't really get this type of treatment from guys a lot. Thanks."

You say, looking up into his eyes. He looked back into yours, noticing the light glare in them from the moonlight behind him. He thought he was gonna pass out from how beautiful your brown skin looked in the moonlight. It provided the most elegant contrasting of colors and light, only something a true artist like himself would notice. He also saw the way your lips were still slightly swollen from the previous makeout session, they also had a moisture to them. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until his dad ruined it.

*Beep*

"Will you two stop staring at each other and ring the doorbell? I'm freezing out here."

You two laughed at his dad's tone, Miles let go of your hand to ring your mom's doorbell. He had a sad puppy dog look on his face, already feeling like he was separated from you. He truly didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to once the door swung open to reveal your mom in her bonnet and pajamas.

"Oh, hey Miles. How's school going? You still doing your little art thing?"

Your mother said, trying to engage in small talk with the teenage boy in front of her. Miles smiled before answering enthusiastically.

"School's been alright, I keep my grades up so I can't complain. My art is still going good, I'm still in my AP classes."

"Oh, well that's good. I didn't know Y/n was gonna go to your house, I'm glad she prefers you over that other ugly lil boy. You two would look way better as a couple anyway, I can set you up if you want."

Your mother said as she winked at Miles.

"I'm literally right here."

Your mother chuckled and Miles grabbed your hand, kissing it before saying...

"Goodnight, Y/n."

He then walked away and got into his father's car. He left your mother squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl as you walked in the house. You playfully rolled your eyes, smirking.

"It's not that big of a deal, ma."

"Uh huh, sure. That boy wants to get with you! He's arguably better than Jaleel anyway."

"I agree with that, I broke up with him."

"Oh, so you finally listened to your mother, huh? It's about time. Y/n Morales has a better ring to it than Y/n Barker, Jaleel got a ugly last name."

You chuckled at your Mom's boldness.

"So, I know that's not the jacket you left my house with, is it Miles'?"

"Yes."

Your mom instantly grinned, before walking over to your fridge. Taking out a bottle of water for herself.

"Have fun with your new man."

She said teasingly. You playfully shook your head and began to walk down the hallway to your bedroom, still smiling from the previous events with Miles.

"Mr. Morales said hi, by the way."

You shouted from down the hall. You felt ready to end the day with it being 10 pm. You placed your Miles' jacket onto your coat hook on your bedroom door before closing it.

You walked over to your pajama drawer, pulling out an oversized white tee and some turquoise Perry the Platypus sleep shorts. You put them on and put the clothes you were previously wearing in the hamper. You plopped onto your bed and grapped your phone from your purse that was sitting on your nightstand. You saw a text notification from your best friend, K'Nyah. (Kuh-Ni-Yuh)

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Ny Ny 😝💞

Heyyy, baeeee 🤑

10:01 pm

Heyyyy!

10:02 pm

Im bored, u wanna ft?

10:03 pm

Yeaaaa, I got sum stuff to tell u anyway

10:04 pm. Read.

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You open your FaceTime app and click K'Nyah's contact. You open your airpod case and they automatically connect. You place one into your right ear and within 2 rings, K'Nyah answers.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, so what u gotta tell me? It better be good, there's been a drama drought in 2024."

"You're literally a whole ass mess."

You chuckle.

"Yep, sure am. Now tell me what happened."

"So basically I had got into this little argument with Jaleel."

"Good, never liked his ass anyway. Go on."

"After we argued I was walking home and Miles saw me walking, he took me to his house and was tryna comfort me and then..."

"Then what?"

"We kinda kissed."

"WHAT?!"

"Yea, and it was really great. I feel like he cares about me like nobody else does and he gave me his coat since I didn't have one."

"You're fucking lying, show me right now."

You panned the camera over to your bedroom door with the gray jacket on the hook. You heard K'Nyah gasp.

"Yes, Finally! Bro when I'm telling you the whole ass friend group was waiting for yall to get together...I mean that. Like everybody talks about yall."

"Well that's the problem, I don't exactly know if we're together or not. I mean we kissed and it was like a whole makeout, girl. Plus he was hugging me and shit, and he kissed me goodnight in front of my mom!"

"So, where is this supposed to tell me that yall AREN'T dating?"

"I dunno, we never really established it. He answered a phone call from Jaleel and told him that I was his business but I just don’t know. That could mean anything."

"And you talking about me being a mess..."

"K'Nyah!"

"Ok, ok. My bad. But, you gotta talk to him tomorrow at school. When you do, fill me in after. I literally can't wait to give Jaleel the silent treatment tomorrow because you already know he gon' be asking me why you not talking to him."

She chuckled.

"You're so messy."

You laughed.

"Alright, well ima go to bed. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

*Click*

You sighed, putting your airpod back into it's case and placing your phone onto the charger. You put your bonnet on and grabbed your remote, turning on SpongeBob. You let the cartoon be a quiet lullaby as you laid down, dozing off into sleep. While you were laying down, one question plagued your mind...Are you and Miles dating?

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Taglist:

@im-miss-simp

@we-loveebony

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 9 - Spell Eloise

In which Spencer finds Eloise

Warnings: angst, cursing, crying, guns, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer and Hotch stood side by side in FBI vests with their guns out in front of them. They had reached Jake Kelly’s apartment.

Morgan broke through the two of them and pounded on the door. “Jake Kelly. FBI, open the door or we’re coming in!” He called, his voice angry. He pounded on the door once more when he didn’t get an answer.

He looked at Hotch and Spencer who nodded and he stepped back a few steps and kicked the door in. Spencer was the first one to move. He held his gun down by his side as he walked through the apartment. He looked around every corner and looked in all of the room son his side of the apartment.

“Clear.” He heard Hotch call. He shut his eyes when he realized that Jake Kelly was not there. And he wasn’t there, that meant the Eloise wasn’t either.

He sighed and holstered his gun as he entered what seemed to be the master bedroom. He looked around and began to turn around but spotted something on the carpet.

He bent down and picked it up, calling for Hotch. His eyes stung with tears as both Hotch and Morgan came running into the room.

“What is it, Reid?”

He covered his mouth. “It’s her shoe.” He spoke, his voice begging to break. But he wouldn’t let it. “I know it’s her shoe because I bought her these for her birthday— these coloring book shoes. She colored them, look— and she wrote her name on the bottom.” He flipped the shoe up so they could see the illegible handwriting on the bottom of it. But Eloise told him that it was her name so he just went with it.

Hotch saw that Spencer was on the verge of tears so, he took the shoe from him and handed it to Morgan. “Reid, we need to find this man. In order to do that, we need you at your best.” He nodded.

Spencer stood up and looked at him.

“And if you can’t be the best, I need you to go home to Y/N.” He finished, placing his hand on his shoulder.

The man swallowed and shut his eyes. “I need to find her.” And I’m gonna kill Jake when I find him. He only thought that part because he would for sure be thrown off the case if he said it out loud.

Hotch nodded. “And we will. Go call Y/N and then get your head in the game.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N was sitting in Eloise’s room, holding the girl’s favorite stuffed animal. Of course, it was a bird. It was blue and had pretty glass eyes.

Her tears had fallen on to it by now but what else could she do? Spencer damn bear demanded that she go home and let him handle it. At first, she was willing to go on a rampage and track the mother fucker that took her down all on her own.

But no. Spencer told her that she needed time to think about what was happening.

JJ and Penelope went back to Y/N’s apartment so she wasn’t alone during this time. They were in the living room, giving her space because that’s the one thing she asked for. Emily was out getting food for everyone.

Penelope’s phone rang and she picked it up hurriedly, not looking at who it was. “Did you find her?” She asked, being very loud. JJ nudged her with a warning look on her face right before Y/N walked out of Eloise’s room.

“Is that Spencer?” She asked, moving quickly across the floor. “Oh my God, what is it?”

Penelope looked at her as she sat on the floor on her knees.

“Penelope? It’s Spencer.”

The blonde nodded down at woman. “Did you find Eloise?” She asked, trying not to glance at the mother who had fresh tears pooling in her eyes.

“All we found at his place was her shoe.”

Garcia’s eyes got wide and she tried to hold on a gasp. “O-okay.”

“Can I talk to Y/N?”

She handed the phone to the woman and she took it quickly. “Spencer? Did you— find her? Eloise, is she there?”

“Baby— She’s not here.” Spencer answered. “Our next option is to track his cell and his card payments.”

“Well then do it, Spencer. Do whatever you have to.” She snapped. She didn’t realize how mean she sounded but if she did, she wouldn’t have cared. “Please, Spencer. Find her.”

Spencer’s breath shook. “We will, Y/N. I’ll find her.”

Y/N let a soft son fall from her lips and she shut her eyes. “Spencer, listen to me.” She paused. “If she has even a single scratch on her, I want you to fucking kill him. Do you hear me?”

JJ and Penelope looked at each other worriedly.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that.”

A sad breath left her and she nodded, her lip. “I know— it’s just, she is my entire life. If she doesn’t come back to me I—“ Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence. She covered her son with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut.

JJ took the phone from her and Y/N let her. “Spencer, call us back when you find her. Y/N needs to rest.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

“Hey, Reid. We got a hit.”

Spencer looked up from his phone. JJ had just hung up on him after he’d spoken to Y/N. “What? Where?”

Hotch sighed. “After we put that picture of Eloise on the news, a motel manager downtown called and said that he saw her with a man.”

Spencer patted his lips and reached for his gun that he’d set on the table, tucking it into his holster. “Did you tell him to—“

“Yes, we told him to disconnect the cable in Jake’s room.” He nodded. “But, we have to get going now, the manager said it doesn’t look like he was planning to stay long.”

He nodded and grabbed his bullet proof vest off of the table. Morgan and Hotch noticed his face harden. “Reid—“ He already started walking away.

“We roll in, lights off and silent. Take this guy by surprise.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It was dark by the time they reached the motel. Hotch got the room number from the manager when he called. Hotch decided the the SUVs would pull in in a sort of crescent formation. If Jake came out of the room, he would be blocked from leaving with Eloise.

Once the headlights of all of the cars were off, Spencer got out and shut the door quietly, walking in front of the car. He was in the middle of the crescent formation.

Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Reid looked at each other, agreeing on waiting for him to come out rather than go in.

Spencer saw movement shadows moving quickly on the window. This was it, he was about to come out.

Spencer pulled his gun from his holster and held it out on front of him. The rest of the BAU plus the police force behind them did too.

The door to the room opened quickly and the first face that Spencer saw was his Eloisey’s. She had tears running down her face and her tiny fist balled up by her mouth.

“Jake Kelly, freeze and drop the girl!” Hotch shouted. Jake walked out of the room the rest of the way, his face changing from determined to terrified.

He still held on to Eloise as he looked around. He had a bag hanging on his shoulder. “Wh— What? No, man. Come on, this is my daughter!” He shouted, looking around all of the faces.

Spencer so desperately wanted Eloise to look at him but with all of the tears in her eyes. His heart broke at just the sight, this girl had to be scared out of her mind.

“Kelly, put her down, drop the bag and hands up.” Morgan instructed.

The man shook as a pitiful tear rolled down his cheek. “N-no. I can’t— this is my daughter. She should be with me.”

Spencer furrowed his brows. “What changed, Jake?” He asked, stepping forward. He lowered his gun and put it back in his holster. He didn’t want Eloise to see him like that.

The man’s eyes shot to him and he back up. “What— what the hell are you doing— back up.”

He saw little Eloisey’s eyes widen. “Spenther!” She shouted. She began wiggling in Jakes arms. “I wan’ Spenther— no wet me go!” She screamed.

Spencer put his hands up. “Eloisey, it’s okay honey. Just wait a minute, okay?” The girl whimpered when Jake pulled her harshly closer into him.

“No— stop talking to her!” Jake shouted. “My daughter— please, just let me have her.”

Spencer shook his head. “What changed, Jake?” He asked again. “Why do you want Eloise so bad now?”

Jake scoffed. “Because— I’m alone, man!” He cried. “I h-have no one! And this is my daughter, I mean— she loves me!” He looked down at Eloise. “Right honey? You love your daddy?” The girl let out a loud scream and tried to push herself away from him.

Jake roughly pulled her back and Spencer took another step forward. When he got a closer look, it seemed that Jake was on something.

“Spell Eloise for me, Jake.” Spencer nodded.

Jake glanced at the girl in his arms before looking back up at Spencer. “Uh… uh E… L… L-O-W-E- E-Z.”

Spencer clicked his tongue. “Wrong. When’s her birthday?”

It was literally just a few weeks ago. “M-may 10th.”

Spencer shook his head. “Wrong, June 13th.” He answered.

“This is stupid—“

“Her favorite food?” Jake was silent. “Her- her favorite color? Her least favorite food?”

The man holding the girl was red, angry looking. He sniffled. “Come on, man. You could never be her father. You never will be?”

“And you will be?” Spencer almost laughed. “I mean, Jake, you’re not leaving here with Eloise. Face it, it’s over.” He nodded. “So let’s not make a bigger scene and just put her down.”

Eloise’s breath stuttered and she reached up slowly to touch the man’s face. “P-pwease, I wan’ go home.” She said quietly. “I wan’ my mommy, mithter.”

Jake’s lips quivered and his face softened— like he’d realized something. “O-okay.” He looked up at the people in front of him, pointing their guns. He bent down slowly, letting Eloise stand up.

He kept his hand around her wrist as he dropped the duffel bag by his feet. He shut his eyes and let go of Eloise’s wrist and she hurriedly ran away from him.

Spencer kneeled to the ground, his arms opening and waiting for her to run into him. “Come on, Eloisey, I got you.” He smiled as the girl ran faster and jumped into him. His arms immediately closed around her tightly. He shut his eyes and rocked her back in forth. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Spencer looked up at the exact moment the Eloise answered. He looked over the girl’s shoulder. His eyes widening as he saw Jake reach into his pocket.

“Kelly, no!” He heard Hotch shout. Spencer pulled Eloise away from his neck and put his hands over her ears.

“Look at me, okay? Just me.”

“Kelly, don’t do it!”

Spencer glanced behind her again just as he was raising the gun and then a shot rang out.

He tried his best to look calm and smiled at Eloise when she flinched. Officers started to walk past them and Spencer picked Eloise up and walked back behind the SUVs.

Suddenly, a car swerved to a stop not far from them. The door opened and Spencer heard Emily’s voice.

“Y/N, wait! We don’t know if the scene is—“

Before she could finish her sentence, Y/N stumbled out of the car. She looked distraught her eyes glancing all around.

“Mommy!” Eloise screamed.

Y/N stopped and looked at her, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh… my— Eloise!” Her feet were faster than her mind.

She ran over quickly and wrapped her arms around the girl, taking her from Spencer’s arm. “Baby, a-are you okay?” She looked up at Spencer while kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Are you hurt, Eloisey?”

The girl held up her arm and Y/N saw a forming bruise there. “Oh, baby. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”

Spencer watched how Y/N was shaking with Eloise in her arms. An ambulance rolled in, it’s sirens louder than ever.

“Can w’go home, mommy?” Eloise asked. The woman looked at Spencer.

He smiled and placed his hand on Y/N’s back. “Uh we have to get you checked out first but after that, we can go, okay?” He nodded with a comforting smile.

Y/N bit her lip and kissed Eloise again before they headed towards the ambulances.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Eloise other than the harsh bruise on her arm was fine. Now, they were all sitting in her bedroom. The girl was on her bed and Spencer and Y/N kneeled in front of it.

“An’ I tol’ him i wanted my mommy and my Spenther but he was so mad.” The girl squeezed her blue bird as Y/N and Spencer nodded along. She insisted on telling them what happened to her.

When she was waiting to be picked up, she was playing with a toy that Y/N packed in her bag. She wasn’t paying attention and just… got in the car. She only realized that it wasn’t Spencer when she asked him to play her mom’s driving song and he wouldn’t do it. When he turned around to face her, she became scared.

“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N nodded. “You’re with your mommy and your Spencer now.” She leaned forward and kissed the girl’s cheek. “Are you ready to have the best sleep over ever!?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled. “I sure am, what about you Eloisey?”

The girl giggled and clapped her hands. “Yeth!”

Y/N smiled. “I will go get the ice cream and the hot fudge and Spencer will hook up a movie on your TV, okay?”

She nodded and Y/N stood up, leaving the room. Spencer sighed and stood up, going to Eloise’s TV to put in her Tangled CD.

“Spenther?”

Spencer glanced back at her. “Yes, Eloisey?”

“Was the mithter who took me was my dad?” She asked. Spencer froze and let his hands fall to his sides.

He turned around. “Um… he w—“

“‘Cause I don’ want him to be my dad.” She shook her head.

Spencer let out a breath. “Well, Eloise—“

“I wan’ you to be my Dad.” She smiled. Spencer’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Because mommy tol’ me dat dad’s wuv their babies.” She breathed. “You love me?”

“Of course I do—“

“And she also told me dat dad’s wuv their baby’s mommy. You wuv my mommy?

“Yes, very much but I—“

She go off of her bed and waddled over to Spencer. “An’ she said dar dad’s protet their baby.” She lifted her arms above her head, wanting him to pick her up. He did and propped her on his hip. “An’ you proteted me.” She touched his nose and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.

Spencer’s eyes stung with tears. “Of course I protected you. I will always protect you and your mommy.”

Y/N walked into the room with three bowls of ice cream and tears running down her face. She had been listening to their conversation.

“Mommy, why are you crying?”

Y/N pressed her lips together. “I’m— I’m just happy to see you guys.”

Spencer bit his lip. “Y/N?”

“Spence?”

“Will— will you marry me?”

The woman stood there, frozen. “I-I know I don’t have a ring but the second I get a chance I will go and buy you one. I just—“

“I don’t need a ring, Spencer.” She smiled. “Of course I will marry you.”

Spencer smiled and looked down at Eloise. “Isnit okay if I marry your mom?” He asked, putting his forehead against hers.

“Um… Fuck yes!”

“Eloise!”

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Also just so you know, Jake isn’t dead but he will not be a physical problem anymore!

This is not the end of this series! There is more dad!spencer to come! I hope you enjoyed this! I know I did— also, give me ideas of future chapters! I’d love to hear them and possibly write them

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[sunohws]

irresistible - choi soobin

pairing: top!biker!soobin x m!reader

synopsis: After receiving a phone call from the Hospital, you find out your ex-boyfriend had gotten into a minor accident. You also find out that is impossible to resist him.

genre: smut, minors dni.. please stay away. its kind of angsty idk

word count: 3.1k

a/n: made this while listening to maze in the mirror and happily ever after. my ears were busting from that eargasm. I was waiting for skipping stones to play but unfortunately it never came... also this is super SUPER long.

The workday was coming to an end. You found yourself fantasizing about your night. You in your cozy pajamas with some fried chicken and the new episode of his favorite tv show. A great way to end your work week. Your favorite way in fact.

You were just about done with your paperwork. Just ironing out the final details. So close to going home for the night. Your phone began to ring. It was an unknown number, so you ignored it. You continued the work until the same number rang again. You thought 'Maybe they have the wrong number and will figure it out soon.'  However, the phone rang again.

You sigh in frustration and annoyance as you pick up your phone to answer this troublesome caller.

"Hello?" You says with a huff.

"Is this Kim... Y/N?" The voice on the phone speaks. You were just about to hang up. You aren't really interested in whatever program they want to sign you up on.

Regardless he continues the conversation, "Yes this is he. Who is this?" You ask.

"Hi I'm Yoon Dayoung. I'm from Asan Medical Care. You are the emergency contact for Choi Soobin."

"Soobin?! What happened!?" You panic. You shoot out of your chair in shock. Your heart racing at the sudden movement and the anticipation of the verdict.

"Mr. Choi was in a motorcycle accident. From what we can see, he is alright. He has some minor bruises and some wounds. His in the bed now being treated. We need someone to pick him up. He should be ready to be released in a few hours or so."

"O-ok! I'm on my way now!" You jolt out of your chair. Grabbing your jacket on the way out. You squeeze out a jumbled sentence to your manager about an emergency at the hospital on your way out.

While on the road, your adrenaline cooled, and anger raised. You began cursing out Soobin. You were angry for his recklessness. You were angry that you were still the emergency contact. But most of all you were angry that Soobin scared him. You thought you'd lost him. Just thinking that brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you'd been broken up for a few months now. But there was still love in your heart for the man.

When you made it to the hospital, you checked in with the same receptionist who had called prior. She told you where to find him. And off you went. Your mind had simmered when you saw Soobin.

He was laying in the hospital bed with a few bandages wrapped around his body. One around his right wrist. Another across his chest. A few band aids on his head and arms. You had analyzed every part of Soobin that was hurt.

When you walked all the way in Soobin was asleep, most likely due to the amount of medication they had given him. So, you sat down in a chair near him and waited for the raven-haired man to awaken.

A few hours had past, the sun set and the night cooled. Soobin decided to open his eyes.

"Y-Y/N?" His voiced crooked.

"Oh. You're up. That's good. I'll go get the doctor." You respond back.

"Wait-what are you doing here?"

"Apparently I'm still your emergency contact?" You say before he walks out the door. You left Soobin there to sit in embarrassment.

While he waits for You to return. He sits up with a groan and a curse. Soobin swivels his head around to get a look at the time.

9:45 it reads. He wonders how long he's been out for. All he remembers is going out for a ride around 4 or 5ish then another motorcycle swerving into his lane. After that, everything went black. He hopes the other racer is okay if they did get hurt.

His bones feel swore but nothing too crazy to slow him down. Soon enough You come back with the doctor. However, you don't stay, you leave. Soobin assumes you're going to sign him out and wait in the lounge.

After the checkup, the doctor writes Soobin's prescription to pick up and clear him to go home.

Soobin walks out into the lounge with his damage helmet in hand, reminding you why they are here in the first place.

"I can find a way home from here. Thanks for coming." Soobin tells you. He can't bother to look into your eyes due to the embarrassment.

"No need. I'm dropping you off home." You insist. And Soobin doesn't fight it. He follows you out into the parking lot. You both get in the car. Not another word announced.

The drive was awkward and silent. The air, tight and thick. Soobin contemplated making small talk. But you and him knew that y'all were past that. The drive continued for about a half hour before they got to Soobin's place.

"Thanks for the ride." Soobin said as he gathered his things and exited the car. You gave him a head nod and a pressed grin in response.

When Soobin was gone you let out a huge sigh. You felt like you'd been holding in this breath for what seemed like forever. Your car now smelt like Soobin. A smell you had missed. The faint smell of cologne. His cologne. As you were basking in the smell, a gentle knock on your car window snapped you back to his senses.

It was Soobin, with his same ivory grin. A sparkle in his eyes that only You knew what it meant.

"Yes?" You say as you rolled down your window. "Come inside for something to eat or a drink. It's the least I can do." Soobin implored.

"Nah. I'm okay. Go inside. Get some rest." You turned down his offer.

"Come on Y/N. I know you just got off of work. I know you're hungry. Who knows how long you've been waiting on me. Come inside." Soobin appealed. It was something about his tone or how well he knew you. His voice hooked you in and you couldn't say no anymore. Not that you put up much a fight anyway.

"Alright fine. I guess I am a bit hungry." You agreed. But you'd try to remind himself to remain composed. Don't let things get crazy. Just a meal. Just a meal. He repeats.

Before You knew it you had been swept up in Soobin's charms.

Soobin's place looks the same as it did a few months ago when You had last been there. Dark and masculine. Clean as well. You sat at the dining table for two near the kitchen.

"I have left overs from my mom. It's really good." Soobin says as he gets the food from the refrigerator.

"Oh great. I missed your mom's cooking." You recalled.

"You missed it?" Soobin teases, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He then heats up the food in the microwave.

"Well yeah! My mom is in Japan! Of course, I miss home cooked meals from a mother figure!" You corrected. Your head drops, eyes looking in your lap.

"Oh okay." Soobin taunted.

"It's the truth." You whined.

"I believe you. Now eat." Soobin hushed the blond. He placed the warmed food on the table. He went back to get utensils and such.

The two began to eat and talk. Picking up as if they never stopped talking. They laughed and recalled fond memories. Dinner was over and you began to clean up. It was like your body went into auto pilot mode. Just like before.

"Oh you still remember where the plates go." Soobin noticed.

"Shut up." You say as you continue to wash the dishes. Soobin had been making remarks like that all evening. He did it on purpose. It's a game to him you think to yourself.

"You know, I've missed you..." Soobin confesses. All of the sudden, the room gets thicker. And you can feel Soobin's eyes burning on your skin. His voice was raw.

You can't find anything to reply back with, so you continue with the dishes. Your heart began to quicken. Your mind wondered. You thought about you and Soobin's more intimate moments. The little touches, kisses, dates. All the things you love about Soobin. All the things you hated about the man.

Like a snake Soobin slivers his way back to you. He takes your hands to wrap around his waist. His body is warm against you. And you can feel yourself fall into the embrace.

"Soobin..." You let out a breathy plea. Soobin plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck which sent unwanted flurries through your now sensitive body.

"I miss you Y/N." Soobin confesses again. This time he twirls you around so that their faces are close in proximity. Your wet hands fall onto Soobin's white tank top. It had faint red stains, predictably Soobin's blood. You stared at the bandage going across the man's chest.

This was the very reason the two broke up in the first place. Soobin's motorcycle. You couldn't handle the stress of the motorcycle, especially after the major accident Soobin had a few months back. Early in their relationship. You worried every day since then. The stress became too much for you so you left.

Soobin can see the gears turning in the your eyes as you look at his scars. He sees the worry build in your eyes, so he takes your wrist to plant a soft kiss, before he runs your hand over the wound to let him know that he was okay.

You looked at him with so much softness, that Soobin could actually give up the motorcycle for good.

It was so easy for you to fall back into Soobin's old tactics. His old charm that wins you over even when he doesn't want to admit it. Staring into Soobin's eyes it's like nothing has changed. You want to go back but you just can't. Today just proved his point.

However, the longer you stay in Soobin's presents the more his will chips away. And Soobin knows this, so he grips harder onto your waist and he doesn't break his stare on you.

"Soobin." You repeat.

"Y/N, please." He testified.

"Look what happened today. Do you not understand how terrified I was when I got the call? Thank goodness it was a minor accident. But what happens if the next time it's not. Like before. What if you-" Your voice breaks off as your throat get clogged. Your eyes began to redden as tears began to form.

"Baby. You don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm standing right here, aren't I? You can't break me." Soobin cups your face.

"Can't you just give it up?" You respond.

"Y/N it's my passion."

"A dangerous one!" You shout. Tears prickled at his eyes threatening to fall.

"Baby." Soobin cautioned.

"Stop calling me that." You throw Soobin's hands off your face and walk away.

You don't make it far before Soobin grabs your wrist. He pulls you in. And without a word he kisses you. His lips swallow Yours. His lips are soft and welcoming. His grip on your neck deepens as he becomes more passionate. It had been multiple months since he felt your lips against his.

And you didn't break the kiss instead, you endured it. Taking hands to grab at Soobin's biceps. He would get turned on just by looking at his muscles. The pure strength on this man was crazy.

The kiss disregarded any discourse they had before. A new argument was being fought. But with their tongues. Soobin's hands traveled around your body. Making you feel just, how badly you were deprived of psychical touch. It had been so long since you were touched by a man. Your body yearned for more.

The kiss finally breaks but it's not for long, Soobin swirls your back into the counter in the moments that they parted. He goes straight for your neck. Soobin plants sloppy thick kisses down your neck. Making you grab onto the countertops for support. Enjoying every second of this.

Fuck the breakup. Fuck the motorcycle. Just fuck me. You thought.

Soobin dragged soft lips along your neck. Kissing, tugging, biting. Everything lips, teeth, and tongue could do to a person. Your moans vibrated on Soobin's lips and your body pulled him closer.

"My room?" Soobin says words hot on your skin.

"Your room." you reply. There was not a moment for you to turn back, even if you wanted because Soobin dragged you across the house to his dark bedroom. Throwing you on the bed quickly. Your bodies connected instantly, Soobin taking his needy hands to trail vigorously upon your body. Grabbing anything in its path.

Soobin goes back in for a kiss. He's messy and sloppy as his tongue explores corners of your mouth. Your tongue is also grazing every inch of Soobin's mouth. With such passion it would be impossible to separate you two. They stopped every so often for air.

"W-wait." You try to catch your breath.

"What's wrong?"

"We should stop. You're injured." You sit up, he rearranges his clothing. Wiping his lips off as well.

All Soobin can do is laugh.

"What's funny?!" You look serious but Soobin laughs harder. "Hey!" You repeat.

The laugh stopped as if a switch was turned. Soobin's eyes darken, and his dominance spewed over you, as he leans over. "Do you really think a few scratches is going to stop me?" His voice is low, so low that it sends waves to your core.

"Uh...?" you respond meekly.

"Exactly." Soobin grin. He waits no time ripping your shirt off. Planting his soft lips onto the bare skin. Continuing his work through the rest of your body. And you didn't protest anymore. You wonder why you even questioned Soobin. There are many nights and scenarios where he knows Soobin's true stamina. You can only hope there's mercy for you tonight.

As passion burns, clothing gets removed and fingers start entering new territories. Causing many yelps from you. Two fingers crossed and swirled inside of you. Warming you up for what's to come. Based on how tight you were, Soobin could just tell he wasn't with anyone after him. That pleased him in many ones than just one. Soobin thrusted deeply one last time before abruptly yanked his fingers out. Causing your back to arch under him. Spiting an inaudible curse. Soobin just smirked and gave you a quick hard kiss.

Impatiently Soobin took his cock and lined it up with your hole, then invited himself into you with no mercy. Moaning into the tightness. Tightness that griped him so well. You let out a deep moan, your eyes shut and you throw your head into the bed. Soobin finding his breath after the first thrust. The entering is always the best feeling. Anything after it is just trying to chase that same feeling. Soobin dragged his cock practically out of you before shoving it back in. To chase that same feeling. He was going to fuck you hard. Make you feel it in your soul, make you not want to ever leave again.

Soobin continued with a pattern he knew drove you crazy. Hearing his name come out of your mouth in dirty moans made this even better. This was makeup sex at its finest. A sick part of him wanted to keep breaking up with you so he could enjoy this type of sex more often. However, that was just a horny thought and he no real plans of letting you go. He was his and only his. You would have to go back to Japan for Soobin to leave him alone but then again that's not far enough.

You wanted to pass out due to the pleasure being too much. It overwhelmed him. He hasn't had sex since the last time Soobin touched him. You couldn't be bothered to entertain a new person after Soobin. You had just been getting by with TV and work.

You were almost angry with how sensitive you were. Your cock was hard. Really hard. His body betrayed him instantly. The slight touch from Soobin and the war was over. Soobin won.

Not to say you didn't miss Soobin, you really did. Your relationship didn't have many flaws, only the motorcycle issue. They got along just right and when they didn't, Soobin knew just how to make thing better.

Just like now, Soobin knew all the spots to hit to drive the man under him crazy. Slamming into you like the car that ran into him.

"I'm close!" You moaned.

"Fuck- me too." Soobin bit his lip as he picks up the speed. Everything suddenly got louder and faster. The moans, the strokes, and their hearts. Soobin pumped harder and you squished their bodies closer. With one finally deep thrust they both let out the longest cry with white filling their eyes. The climax roughly coursed through them. Leaving you twitching under Soobin and Soobin groaning.

You too were still as their bodies registered what just happened. The room was still. The air still hot but filled with heavy breaths.

"That was..." Soobin says finally.

"Wow." You finish the sentence. You look at each other and smile like love struck idiots. Like routine, Soobin springs into action with aftercare.

"No, I'll do it this time. You're injured remember?" You stop him.

"I'm fine. Let me-" Soobin tries to protest.

"Sit." You demand and Soobin abides. He watches as You goes to the bathroom to get warm rags to clean up. He admired his work, the redness on the back side of You from his insane thrusts to the purplish-red love marks all over the man. You can feel Soobin watching you, so you blush a bit.

You continue cleaning you both. You grab one of Soobin's shirts to wear to bed and a pair of shorts for Soobin. When all is done you lay in bed with Soobin.

"Phew. That was a lot. I'm tired." You say as you snuggle closer to Soobin.

"I could've done it."

"But I did."

"I know and you did a great job." Soobin kisses the top of your head.

"Soobin...I missed you too." You finally say back. you kiss Soobin's neck.

"Round two?" Soobin says with that look in his eyes. It was supposed to be sweet!

"NO! I just cleaned us up! Go to bed." You turn the other way.

"I'll do it this time." Soobin grabs on to you, dragging his hands all over your body. He kisses your neck and whispers tempting things. You giggle and fight back. You knew you were going to lose but it was worth a shot.

For a man who just was in the hospital he had a lot of energy. In the end, He ended up cleaning you up after many, many rounds.

YALL THIS STAR DIVIDER IS SO CUTE IM IN LOVW WITH IT.. USNG IT FOR EVERYTHING ATP. also isnt my new pfp cute :33

[captain-n-crunchies]

I hate roblox..

Yuuji x Black! Gamer Reader ( GN READER)

When you have a s/o who games a lot your time is usually spent listening to them talk about a new game, how much games copy the same theme as stalkers or killer toys or talking about a new video a fav content creator made. Today Yuuji and S/O were just sitting in their dorm, it was 9:45 pm and they had a sleepover date today, Yuuji bought snacks and you made a fort and set up a movie theater style room for the two of you; now the two of you are watching the LEGO movie on Netflix when a notification pops up on your phone.

" Oh cool! Yuu! r/c just played Poppy Playtime chapter 4!"

" That's cool babe...what is that?"

" The toys that killed people Yuu, ya'know the we watched Berleezy play?"

Yuuji taps his chin thinking back and shakes his head, you pull out your phone to tap TikTok to play the viral sound

" This one Yuu, ' NO! NOOO! NOOOO'

" OHHH! THAT DUDE! I still don't remember"

You roll your eyes and pull up pictures of the game, you both watch tiktoks of people playing the game

" I could do that, it's only running and doing puzzles"

You get a wonderful idea at his statement and asks a simple question.

" It's a copy of it on Roblox, wanna pla-"

" No" Well damn

" Why not? Scared of bacon heads or sum?"

Yuuji just shakes his head and pouts groaning while telling a story of how he tried to play an obby with Nobara and Megumi and always fails at jumping somehow, with this knowledge you beg and beg him to play the game like a tiny gaming session. Yuuji pouts telling you ' what about the movie?' he didn't even pay attention too; you drag him to your PC and sets him up an account on Roblox while you grab with PS5 ( Gojo thingz) to play with him. With everything hooked up and yuuji begrudgingly making an account you look up ' Poppy's Playtime' on Roblox

" Ok Yuu join me"

" Ok! how do I-"

" Click on my avatar and hit join game"

After Yuuji joins he joins you in chapater 3

" Aren't we in 1?

" Because that one isn't scary this one is"

Yuuji side-eyes us and joins when he is transported next to you in the burning train, as you and yuuji wonder into "Play-Care" yuuji reads out the text with Ludwigs voice

" This dude reminds me of Yaga if he was evil"

" What if Yaga is evil and we all are helping him?" " Nah, Yaga too ' Evil is bad, Must be Good' to be some evil sorcerer"

" But what iffff" You say now walking into the statue, Yuuji just stand there though.

" What you looking crazy for?? Come on"

" Nuh uh I remember from the video when we go down there they get us"

" I thought you said you ain't remember?"

" I lied obviously"

After going back and forth about going to continue the game you leave him and head into the Care- Home, Yuuji trails behind you trying to copy a gamer's intro. Walking around the game for clues you see a Catnap walking freely behind on boards.

" YUU! Did you see that!?"

" Seen what?

" Catnap!"

" ... A creepy cat supposed to scare me?? I fought curses creepier"

" yea yea but. he's the real deal in actual game"

" Why we can't play that then?

" Because I'm not paying for the game when it free on Roblox?? Duhhh"

After venturing around finding some of lure you walk into a medical room with the tv on telling you how the toys were waiting for you, waiting to finally kill all the people that done them wrong, saying you won't like the games they have for you when a distorted image of Huggy Wuggy crawls out.

" Hey what he doing? Wait- WAIT WAIT!"

Yuuji tries to run from it while you laugh at him running, he turns around the Huggy just running towards him...MENCENINGLY

" Ok where do I go? Where you at y/n?"

Oh- I disconnected"

" Wha- WHta you mean disconnected? What I do!?"

" Just run"

" Run! I'm doing that, He's GAINING ON ME! HELP AHHHH!"

A jump scare makes you exit the game, and he stares at you mean mugging you while you laugh your ass off

" OMG! You keep sayin " AhHh!" You mocked his cream as he denies ever being scared mumbling he hates Roblox and it off brand Minecraft. After wiping your tears of joy, you make him login back on to play a game of his choice as payment for laughing at him

" I wanna do that Tower of Hell thingy"

" You played with Megs and Nobara right?"

" Yea I'm a pro at it"

Once joining he dashes onto each platform while you just take your time

" OH YEA! Best Roblox player to ever live! Never played what that girl you be saying on TikTok?"

" What girl?"

" The one that be like " ON my soUuUlllll"

You laugh at his impression while he yaps about he's soooo good until he got sliced in half by a laser ( RIP GOJO HE WAS MY MAN FOR 2 DAYS)

" ... HOW DID I DIE!? WTF!"

" I thought you were the greatest...the greatest never dies from lasers"

He rolls his eyes ans tries to get back up but always fails on the same map, after 5 mintues of straight raging he exits out and gets back into the fort pouting. You log out and rub his head cooing how it ok and he's your best roblox player, he acts all moopy saying robloz sucks and everything while you laugh him off.

" Would you play fortnight in roblox"

" No"

" Not even for me?" With a puppy dog eyes

"You look ulgy like tha- OW!"

" Ulgy taht! forehead..."

Roblox does sucks

A.N: ( AHHHHHH! yall honstly I'm so good at making random ideas for stories like call me Shakes sphere or whateva but tell me if you like and please wright some suggestions down in the comments for characters but I have ideas but no characters but yea! Love yall"

[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: first of all, THANK YOU so much for writing and taking the time for it. Your writing is incredible! Would you please write angst turned into a fluff or with a happy ending with numbers 9 and 15? Can be that they had a fight first and the other one is offering a ride to cool off or whatever comes into your mind and what you feel is right :)

Fluff #9: “I’ll give you a ride”

Angst #15: “I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

To say you were mad was the understatement of the century. You know Shuri can be busy. She's still the princess of Wakanda and she's the Black Panther now. She has training with the Dora Milaje, meditation, and meetings with the elders. Sometimes you won't see her for a week. You do miss her. But you need her to not make empty promises to you. The shit hurts. You stomped into the lab and there she was her head in whatever she was trying to figure out. 

"Seriously?" You asked and you heard her curse under her breath before turning to you.

"Yes?" She replied annoyed that you interrupted her as she turned back to the desk. She had promised the two of you would take a break from everything. Just to spend the day together and be in each other's presence. 

"I thought we had plans today?" You asked and she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Yeah well plans get ruined. We'll have to go another time." She said with a straight face and you felt your blood beginning to boil.

"And when would that be? You have training again this week. A conference in the states. Which you must be present for. And probably eight millions different things in this blasted lab. When will we ever get the chance to do anything?" You fumed as she just nonchalantly waved you off. Not taking anything you say to her seriously. 

"Well I'm sorry I have eight million things to do. You're just going to have to get over it." She walked past you to get to the other computer and you slammed the brochure on the table. 

"Get over it? Is it a crime to want to spend time with my girlfriend? Or are you even still that? We barely see each other and when we do it in the morning when you're getting ready to leave!" You shouted and she turned to you clenching her jaw.

"You can't even see things from my perspective. It's always about you and how damn needy you are. Things come up that is my responsibility to take care of. Things that are more important than some date." She spat and you narrowed your eyes taken aback by her outburst. You ripped the brochure in half before flicking the pieces at her. 

"I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you keep fucking them up! And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.” You sneered walking out of the lab not even giving her time to respond to you. You needed to leave the palace. Clear your head. Snatching your phone you stomped out the front door as Grio tried to reason with you through your kimoyo bracelet. 

"Ms. Y/N I would like to ask that you both talk this out." 

"I don't want to hear it, Grio." You ignored anything else the AI said to you as you went through a nearby village, walking along the road. The sun was beginning to set and you bit the inside of your cheek. When you've calmed down a bit your mind starts to replay what occurred in the lab. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. She has other things to worry about. Could be possible that the love you once shared just isn't there anymore. You could hear a sound of a car engine approaching and sighed as you really didn't want to be bothered. You only slowed down when a voice called out to you. 

"Please stop walking." You stopped and turned to look at Shuri who was in the driver seat of one of her cars. She had on a pair of shades but said nothing else to you. It was until you started to walk again she spoke up. "I'll give you a ride." The passenger door opened and you scoffed before getting in the car. But only because the temperature was dropping. You sat quiet during the drive before you noticed she wasn't driving towards the palace. 

"The palace is back the other way." You said in a flat tone and she kept her hand on the wheel while the other rested on her leg.

"I know where the palace is." You glanced over at her as she parked into an empty space facing the sunset. Neither of you spoke, only watch the sun as it met the ocean. It was only until her hand grabbed hold of yours that you fully looked at her.

"I'm- I'm sorry for the way I treated you my love. My mother wouldn't be very proud of me in that moment. I know you just want to spend time. Things get overwhelming and I just can't. I don't want this to end. Not until one of us is on out deathbed." She said looking forward and you gave her hand a light squeeze. 

"I guess I felt as if I was an option. I know things can get hectic. But I just want you to understand that you're not alone. If I just sat in the lab with you, I'd be fine. I don't want to lose what we have." You said softly and she brought you hand up to her lips. "I forgive you Shuri." You leaned over and she wrapped her arms around you and the two of you reconciled under the sunset.

[dadswithipads]

As I do with most pieces of media I'm interested in, at the moment I will be reacting. Now I've already seen the movie and the TV show but it's been a couple years since I fully watched the movie scene for scene so.

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE REACTION:

Ew. Sry straighties. She just like 9 y/o me fr. Ethans voice crack. "High school brotherhood" i feel nostalgic for the beginning of High School. Even though mine was sh!t cause of a certain thing that happened in 2020. Okay Ethan says tomorrow but it's like raining outside and it's supposed to be August I'm presuming if school starts that next day? I don't remember his sister's name but frfr.

If they're starting out high school they're just now reaching teenager. Why is she going out alone. She gonna get k!dna££ed. One of my biggest fears. OMG RED HERRING. wtf was that dialogue. Nvm a cringy teen on 2010s internet would say that. Bro just d!ed. Him gagging lmao. Ew the socks. Wtf.

Oh yes, Twilight. Those girls walking in the hallway watching the movie on their phone remind me of when me and my friend in 8th grade just watch Netflix while we were running the mile. The actress is from Degrassi and plays Manny Santos💜 . Awwwwwwww the old phones. Theme song be kicking. Two nuggets and some fries???? And egg. Nice. The high school looks like a camp Lodge. Ah yes. Benny and his projection to be straight. Overly so. Hey yo it's Canadian Corbin Bleu. What kind of student is just wearing sunglasses and a suit indoors.

What is the logo for the coffee on the cup look like a ball s@ck??? Aww they sweet tho. Ethan being caught up and wanting to you know have a reputation and Benny just being goofy and fun. Its just such a entertaining and sweet dynamic. Feels very queer too. As it is. RORY!!!!!!

Why do they both dislike him? He's such a cutie. Benny shut up. KDKDIEJS9SKWOSIS THAT LINE. K but they're obviously lesbians. That Dynamic just from appearance at the beginning is reminding me of Jennifer's Body. Frfrrfrr. Benny lmao. Aw Rory. Rory saying "Think she'll tuck you in tonight?" LMAO. WLW AND MLM. this is such a nerd convo omg. Bro the closet. Spicy today. Blue looks so good with light blonde hair. Slay Rory.

Yeah no drama club is that emo! The pipeline is there but it's not at the same time. Me and corbin bleu frfr. Awww Rory. Nvm corbin bleu. Frfr. Slayy the mom is always right. Emo music slayy moment Ethan. I don't mean to be the basic white girl but that's all I can say right now is slay. It is a curse. What the frick Benny. That kid is me growinf up fr. Kiss kiss kisss kissss. Erica being taller than Sarah.

Corbin clue. I am too online I'm just expecting the vine thud sound effect to play anytime something happenes.😭😭. Cassie! THATS HER ACTRESS' NAME. He is cute. But erica still a lesbian for that one. Amen Sarah smack that man. Yo that a euphemism?

No way this is outside of his house. LMAO. thud. I know the show likes to show that he has feelings for her or whatever but I really think it's just a weird Crush thing and I feel like they would be way better suited with a brother-sistered anyway for real. Sarah and Ethan would work way better for that. Benny just a goof like Rory but they banish him. Wtf.😭. Justice for Rory. Benny bro stop. Green phone case. GREEN PHONE CASE. 😃. "Im next door" Benny is the girl next door. I don't like the song but antihero by Taylor Swift is stuck in my head right now so I'm going to listen to that and I'll be right back.

Back now. Aw. Benny and Ethan are so close. Like he saw Ethan was upset and immediately dropped everything. Ugh. Slay power gay. Benny YOU the one weirding her out. "She smells funny". Hello if you were me writing this I'd have the grandma like break all her bones doing dance to Revolution when they come back. 😭. Cuz I'm queer it's okay I'm allowed to say this but this boy is raised by his grandma you think he's not gay. He is.

Poor kid. Slay this teen slang. What i like in a show/franchise. I like when it's not talking down to the audience but at the same time it's not like explicit explicit cuz that kind of explicitness gets really annoying for me I like when there's just you know casual stuff you know like stuff that exists in the real world stuff that people talk about not overdramatic look drugs look sex in teen media. Cause her calling him a p£rv is like something that exists but is simple enough to imply understanding about the world.

A publicity stunt only that revolves around you two. LMAO. Benny my son. Me looking for my cats. Aw. They can't run any faster lmao. "Skinny guy coming through". Me fr.

*In Ron Howard voice* "Hey that's the name of the show". Benny being on email mainly is so. Refreshing idk. Its fun to think about. Sarah in her Draculaura era. Corbin Clue could AT LEAST try harder to be interested come on now.

I should just realized the Edward knockoff is also Peter from Degrassi not just Manny's actress. Love Canada. Wtf. Benny lmao. Sorry but that line felt like the opening to a gay pron.

Grandma wake up. Slay bethan hand contact. The bed that easy to move?. "Ryan Seacrest"??????????? Ethan gay fr🌈🌈🌈🌈.

He says notice sign with the restricted area authorized employees only. Lmao?? Aww Ethan smiling after Benny being a goof. That photo id of Rory is so... sophisticated?

RORY MY SON! Aww. Mathletes event lmao? He looks so good in blue. Rory is such a good part of this franchise. Benny sounds like this guy at my school that is like such a gross kid. But its okay cause its Benny and it's different. This is my son. Awwww the eye contact between them here.

Freshmen can't drive lmao. The car looked like it was getting pushed. Sarah save your gf slay. Lmao her "I 💗 boys that sparkle" shirt. Alcohol reference. Gross Benny. Gay reference. Ethana gay panic lmao. Benny too. Awwwwww them dancing. Aww Rory "A wicked hickey" bro no💀. I'm so Gen Z I once again thought there was going to be a thud sound effect after that. Jessie sounds like a nerd. He is so nasally.

Erica lmao. The music too. He he referred to them as girls. That is a queer thing to do. They are queer. Thud. Jessie sounds like a NERD Holy sh!t. Rory my son. Slay Ethan plot. The FX skhahahhahaha. These nerds. Benny. Said. "Wick'" as in Wicked. 😃. Ok.

Bruh the mom just inplied😃... Ok. "Rap music" my son listens to emo music and rap what a bisexual. RORY! love him in blue. No asthma. Lmao. "The big V". "What-what?" 😭😭😭😭 this man. CHURCH. AKDKKDHSHS. That Canadian came in during his "about". I sound like Lucille I'm squealing. Not even laughing just. "AH HAHAH". "Zing" my guy😭.

Dam bro didnt even get a line. Thats so raven. Wiki mention ayy. The looks like such emos. Just in the graveyard in all black with sunglasses lmao. Gross. "Out" was also said slipping that Canadian accent. Drugs lmao. Pretty vague. WOAH WHAT. I hate to Compulsive heterosexuality. Brought his vision right now is just him being a visual learner come on now.

Awww super rory. Gay implied. Ooh Sarah done fell in love. Gross. Rory listens to metal. Amen. Lmao. Aww bethan. Awww thats sweet. 8 year old girls rule the world lmao. Lmao the grandma. Irish dancing lmao. LMAO THE BURN. Bro. Cmon now. Awww she miss her GF.

Why the book just leave? Jessie is gay. He dating corbin cleu. "What a cool show" LMAO. That is illegal Ethan. Ewwwwww what the frick Benny. Smh. It's okay he just want to kiss the female to see if he liked it or not. He still in love with Ethan tho. RORY! Dam she grabbing her a$$. Lmao the cgi. The slow mo omg. Aww bethan moment. Aww. Bro is Ethan crying. Jessie is gay. BENNY! Him yelling "Courage" to go save Ethan. Aww.

Slay Sarah saved by females. Lol Rory and Erica matching. Gay and gay.

[madlymine]

Episode 9 - Recap

♠ CHARACTERS: Aono the ghost (ML) Yuri the airhead (FL) Fuju the victim (ML's best friend) Mio the horror-enthusiast (FL's potential best friend) + Midori the psycho (FL's older sister) + Okasan (FL's mother) + Hirose the kindhearted (another friend of Aono)

+ Barefoot lady in red (I got chi~lls) https://youtu.be/wTdZbbx53uk

♠ EP9: back to the conversation that was cut-off on the pervious episode between Aono and Fuju.

Aono: "she is like a baby-chick. I helped her, she fell for me. If you helped her instead, she would have loved you." Fuju: "don't say that!" Me: "well, it's the truth."

[in looney-town: FL's house] it's a family meeting! Midori tells Okasan-shark that she found condoms in Yuri's room (which she planted..)

O: "you've been playing around lately. you're always out." Y: "I have tomodacheese!" M: "I saw you hugging a boy last night. I guess he's into your new hairstyle. That's Fuju, right?" Y: "how do you know him?" M: "my old classmate has a sister your age and she told her about the rumors." Y: "he is just a friend!" M: "sex friend, huh?" Y: "NO! I liked a different boy but he died. we didn't even hold hands.." O: "what about these condoms?" Y: "they are not mine! I've never seen them before." M: "oh, so I'm lying! that's mean! mama, you can't forgive this."

[FL's bedroom] Yuri gets depressed and thinks of cutting herself again to end her misery. Then she sees Aono's match textbook and hugs it, which makes her snap out of her dark thoughts. She messages the Blue Cheer Squad for a meeting.

[Mio's Livingroom] Yuri tells Fuju and Mio that she wants to collect things that can keep Aono's memory alive. Photos and personal items. Anything.. Fuju agrees to help and leaves the house. Then Mio apologizes for not being able to save her friends the previous day.

Mio: "I tried leaving the house but I started feeling sick.. I'm really afraid of going outside. I don't know the reason behind it. I really wanted to help you out but couldn't stand up."

Yuri is actually surprised to hear this! Can she be more self-involved?

Y: "you've been so helpful all along. even if you can't help, I consider you my friend. but I didn't notice your sufferings. that makes me sad. so don't apologize."

[at school] Yuri tries to find photos of Aono by asking classmates. No one helps and they make fun of her hair. Calling her weird and mocking her for wanting photos of her ex, when she is rumored to be dating Fuju now.

HIROSE shows up to save the day. He has pictures on his phone and also decides to help Yuri with her mission, being a friendly guy, they collect many from others too.

Then Fuju and Hirose tell Yuri that Aono always flashed a fake smile for taking pictures. Then Yuri wonders if he was also was fake smiling, when they dated cause she no longer remember.

[Aono's grandparents house] Fuju gathers all of Aono's stuff from school and Yuri prints the photos she got, then they go to Aono's house to hand everything to his grandparents. Aono lost his parents at a young age but we still don't know anything about his younger brother.

After the visit, Yuri is more calm and she tells Fuju that she finally realized that Aono is gone. BUT! Mio sends a video on Blue Cheer Squad chat that was taken by Fuju. The video shows Aono coming out from a supermarket and eating a fried fish (something) and laughing with Fuju. WHICH makes Yuri miss him and want to see him again.......

[during class] Yuri still thinking about Aono, until he appears! She stands in shock and everyone is surprised.

Aono: "you're being tricked. everyone is lying to you." Sensei: "what's wrong?" Classmate: "must be the curse! Aono is here, right?"

a vase gets broken and all students freak out.

Sensei: "be quiet! why are you making a fuss?!"

Aono standing by the door now and talking to Yuri: "I'll tell you the truth. come."

Yuri follows him to the hall and it's definitely his demon form. the hall gets darker as shadows of hands coming out the him move towards Yuri's feet.

END.

the real joke would be not getting any answers from the finale and that there is another season coming. which is HighLy likely D;

a year ago

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ OUR FAVOURITE DILFS WITH A FAMOUS S/O - JUJUTSU KAISEN

℘. flora's notes : I've had this idea forever but I couldn't manage to write it UNTIL NOW. my idea was that reader is a model so it's kind of based on that, though you are free to be famous for whatever reason u want 💀

℘. send me a request ! : i would love to write this for other jjk characters (especially TOJI) but please give me ideas cuz i can't find anything :((

℘. gn, male, female reader 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if you enjoyed ! i am not posting at peek hours i would rly appreciate it if u could reblog w related tags 🥰

★ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

℘. he 100% stalked you on your socials and knew everything about you

℘. it's also very likely that he slid into your DMs shamelessly

℘. something cringe like : " what a pretty human in a pretty restaurant, we should go there together sometime 😏"

℘. but we all know this mf, he didn't stop at ONE DM

℘. no, his name is elegantly followed by "9+ messages" all of them being cringe pick up lines to beg you to go on a date with him 😍

℘. and you eventually agreed but it was mostly for him to leave you in peace

℘. he was convinced you'd fall for his charms and unfortunately, he was right... can't blame you I would too

℘. and since your first kiss - which was an officialization of your relationship to him - he would not shut up about it

℘. everytime y'all are out in public he makes it clear he's your boyfriend for the paparazzis

℘. gojo loves attention... so he LOVES paparazzis

℘. he thinks y'all are the most goal couple to exist and brags about it

℘. "y/n, can you imagine what other people must think of us : "the strongest and the most famous (your job of choice), they were meant to be"

℘. you have 100% your own ship name and fanpages, you're labeled as the "hot couple" who is edited on tik tok 24/7

℘. I don't think I insisted enough on how he BOASTS about dating you to whoever shows a spark of interest in his life

℘. the poor nanami hears about it every second of the day and is FED UP with it, but his last straw was when gojo was talking about you to a curse they were suppose to eliminate...

℘. he has you and him on a fun fair date as a wallpaper and purposely leaves his phone on during meetings so everyone can see he's dating you... and also to get yet another occasion to brag

⊹

★ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

℘. HE WOULD BE SO SUPPORTIVE

℘. he will attend all of your shows and interviews, always on the front row. sometimes walking for a show can be pretty stressful for you but seeing his angel face calms you down and gives you back your confidence in an instant <3

℘. ... he's very active on LinkedIn and he reposts your achievements/front pages with a professional yet sweet and admirative commentary

℘. he likes to go backstage before your shows so he can give you one last forehead kiss and compliment

℘. never hesitates to tell paparazzis to back off, he doesn't like his privacy invaded but he will gladly take pictures of you with a fan for them

℘. his favourite photo that he has everywhere is one a selfie you took before a show with a world renowned brand. you looked so stunning and confident, it never fails to make him smile when he looks at it

℘. i feel like he didn't really know you, just saw you from one or two front pages but it didn't click until you told him you were a (your job)

℘. i don't know why but i think you would have met on a dating app 😭 like nanami is tired of being single and he told gojo about it WHO OBVIOUSLY WAS KIN ON HELPING ! and he got to discover your personality first, which is the most precious part of you in his opinion

℘. because yes you ARE attractive but no one but him knows the part of you that is the most beautiful and he loves that

℘. i think he can't help but be a bit jealous that people simp over you so he would never refuse to take a cute picture for the world to see

℘. on your third date, he asked you to be his partner and gave you a ring as an officialization. since them, you've been wearing it as a lucky charm and you never take it off

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[daydreamsturnedstories]

Purple Flowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

CW: drinking, cussing, reader being harassed. 

This is the first thing I ever wrote so I think my style has changed a bit since then but yeah. 💗

Published on my WP: 12/6/21. Link to my WP in the navigate dropdown.

Masterlist

Banners by @bring-me-to-sempiternal​

Brooklyn, NY 2023

It's 9:00 p.m. and you walk into Jupiter Disco after an exhausting last-minute meeting with your editor. You hadn't really planned on going out today, but you really needed a drink after that whole ordeal. You walk up to the bar, sit down, and order a shot of tequila and a vodka soda, while you wait you hear somebody sit in the seat next to you. You down your shot and the drink next in one breath and ask the bartender for your next drink.

"Wow, somebody's trying to get a head start" you give them a glance and turn back to look at your phone. "I'm Mark" - you're internally cursing at yourself for acknowledging him in the first place – Mark extends his hand towards you; you turn slightly to shake his hand. "Hello Mark" "Bad night?" "Huh?" "Well, you chugged your drink and the furious typing on your phone" "It's for work, but it hasn't really been a good day either" "Well let's change that" – you really need to fight the urge to gag at his audacity – "Look, I just wanna have a drink in peace I'm really not interested, thanks"

He scoffs and you hear him mutter what a cunt "Excuse me, what did you call me?" "I said you're a cunt, I'm just trynna show you a good time" "And I said I wasn't interested it doesn't make me a cunt" "Yes it does you can't expect to walk into a bar looking like that and not get hit on" Furious you step down from your chair to walk away when he grabs your wrist, "Let go of me"

Out of the corner your eye you see a man approaching you two from the far-right corner of the bar. "Excuse me is there a problem here?" You turn to catch the man's pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you and down to your arm as you yank away from Mark's grasp. Mark scoffs annoyed and says "Hey buddy why don't you mind your business" "I am not your buddy, agent" Mark turns and stammers "Sergeant Barnes, sir I didn't see you there" "I asked you a question agent". He turns to you, looking down at you from his towering height, "Is this man bothering you?" You look up into his eyes "I was handling it, but yes as a matter of fact he is" Bucky smirks at you and raises an eyebrow as he turns back to Mark "I suggest you apologize and walk away" "O-of course sir, my apologies" and he quickly turns around to leave. Bucky grabs his shoulder "Wrong apology, buddy"

The agent turns to you and apologizes. You laugh and look him in the eye. Meanwhile, Bucky notices your hand movements as you move your rings from your left hand to your right and he tries to hold back his smile.

"See, that was such a heartfelt apology, so I'd like to say something if you don't mind." Mark nods at you and smiles. You smile back as you square your stance and land a punch on his face. He crouches and holds his nose. You lean into him and say, "If you ever try to pull that shit again, I guarantee your nose won't be the only thing bleeding" You straighten up, grab your clutch, and turn towards Bucky. "Good night, Sergeant"

You walk out of the bar without looking back and head towards your apartment. You were just a block in when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Without stopping you say, "Is there a reason you're following me Sergeant Barnes" You stop and turn to see Bucky stopping just behind you. "My apologies doll" He extends his hand to you "James Bucky Barnes". Your eyes widened at the use of the pet name "I know" you smile, you take his hand in yours to shake it "Y/N/N"

"That's all I get?" He smiles at you and suddenly you feel like the air around you thickens. Snap out of it Y/N. "That's right" you smirk as he lets out a small laugh. "So, you were trailing me...?" "Right, I um I wanted to invite you to a drink or beer, your choice" he smiles as he nervously runs his gloved hand through his hair. OK, that's adorable you think as you bite the inside of your lip. "Hm thank you but I've kind of had enough with people for one night I'm just gonna head home" you go to turn around as he says "Can I at least walk you home, it's late" you smile at him "That'd be nice, thank you"

You start walking along the sidewalk, you can feel him looking at you "How'd you know it was me? Walking behind you I mean" you chuckle and turn to face him for a moment. "Your docs," you glance down at his lace up pair "they have a very distinct stomp" Bucky smiles at you, you bite your lip and continue your walk.

After a couple of minutes in comfortable silence, the only sounds surrounding you two being the packed streets of Brooklyn on a Friday night and your heeled boots, he interrupts it and says, "That was a pretty impressive punch, where'd you learn to fight?" You laugh. "Thanks, I mean I did tell you I was handling it" he laughs "That you did" you glance at each other and smile. "I grew up with my cousins, all boys so, you pick up a thing or two"

You shiver, the night suddenly a little colder and cross your arms for warmth. Bucky catches this out of the corner of his eye and wiggles his jacket off. "Here" "Oh, don't worry about it really we're not that far and I couldn't impose" "Please, take it Y/N/N" you both stop, and he places it on your shoulders, you lock eyes, and both look away nervously.

A couple more blocks pass, you're almost at your building when it starts pouring rain. You look towards Bucky shielding yourself with his leather jacket, "We're almost there let's run". You arrive at the building entrance laughing.

"Come up" Bucky looks at you, eyes wide, you give him a small smile. "I'm not gonna let you walk to your place in this rain, we can have that beer you wanted"

You reach your door, and you shake out your hair a bit, "ugh, I feel like a wet dog". Bucky laughs and scrunches up his nose, you smile and find yourself entranced by this adorable quirk. As you head in you take off your boots and turn to him "I could put those in the dryer for you if you want, I think you could wear one of my hoodies"

He looks at you incredulously and chuckles "how tall are you?" "5'2", what's your point?" Bucky laughs – again with that damn nose scrunch – "I think you just made that point yourself" you roll your eyes "I find your lack of faith disturbing Sergeant Barnes" "Please, call me Bucky" "I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable" you walk to your room.

Bucky sits down on your couch as he's looking around taking in your art deco style apartment, you call to him from your room "Bucky?" "Yeah?" "You can put some music if you want, I have some records, maybe there's something you might like"

You come out changed into a sweatshirt and biker shorts, with a hoodie in your hands and hand it to him, "the bathroom's right down the hall to your right" he smiles at you and thanks you. "Oh, and Bucky" he turns to look at you expectantly, "you don't need to keep your gloves on, just be you" you give him a soft smile and turn away. Your sweetness and acceptance caught him off guard, him being so used to hiding that part of him to not scare people off.

Bucky comes out of the bathroom to see you walking back to the couch with two beers. You set them down and say, "cute purple flowers sergeant" referring to the print on the front side of the hoodie as you laugh. He rolls his eyes playfully "I think they suit me" you both laugh you walk up to him "I'll be taking these" he throws you a wink and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

When you come back you see him putting on your Fleetwood Mac Rumours vynil. Surprised you go up to him with both beers and hand one to him smiling and say, "wait you like Fleetwood Mac?!" "well, it's on my list of things to listen to" "ahhh, you have a catch up with the times mission?" you both laugh "something like that" "hmm, can I help?" He looks at you and smiles, "I'd like that" you wink and smirk as you see his cheeks fill with a light pink flush – you had it coming to you Barnes.

With the rain not wanting to let up – not that either of you were complaining – you had finished two beers each and listened to the whole record while you tried not to interrupt him appreciating the music by telling him about the drama behind its recording. In truth if you asked, you'd see Bucky was loving your interruptions and how you got so into telling the story, with a twinkle in your eye and that slight flush on your cheeks from the alcohol.

You stand up to grab another beer, "hey are you hungry? cause I kind of have the munchies" he smiles at you "I could munch, need any help?" you smile and turn to the kitchen "I got it don't worry".

As you come back to the living room with a tray full of snacks and the beers. He stands up to help you set it down and you thank him. You guys talk about anything and everything feeling comfortable in each other's presence.

At one point he starts making the most awful dad jokes you have ever heard, and you cannot stop laughing to the point where you let out a small snort – yes, like a piggy. "Oh my God, ok enough jokes look what you did" he just keeps laughing, so genuinely it makes your heart flutter. "That is so embarrassing" as you take a swig of your beer, "I think it's cute, I like it" you blush and give him a small smile.

Bucky places his beer on the table and locks eyes with you as he shifts a bit closer to you on the couch. You swallow hard as he reaches for yours to do the same. He reaches to your face with his left hand and moves a strand of hair out of your face. "Buck-", he rubs his thumb across your cheek, "you are insanely beautiful, Y/N". You feel your face heat up unsure whether to attribute it to the alcohol or the gorgeous man sitting in front of you making you flustered. "You're not bad yourself, Barnes" as you smile at him and bite the corner of your lip. He laughs and flicks his tongue across his bottom lip as he leans towards you holding your face in his hands.

All the while his blue eyes - now darkened with desire, have not left your big y/e/c ones mirroring the same feeling. Bucky brushes his nose against yours and you can feel his breath against your lips. You both lean toward the other as he takes your lips in his in the most electrifying kiss you've ever felt. His right hand travels down your arm landing on your hip while his left remains in your hair pulling you in. Your arms travel to his neck as you deepen the kiss.

He grabs on to your hip and tugs you towards him so you're now straddling him. You smile into the kiss and tug a little on his hair causing him to let out a small moan as he bites and tugs on your bottom lip. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours. As you're both catching your breath you smile at each other you give him a small sweet kiss and linger. You pull back a bit to look him in the eyes with the tiniest smirk and say, "well, I guess this is one way of catching you up" you both break out in laughter and he pulls you flush to him placing a kiss on your forehead.

You look him in the eyes and smile, silently thanking the universe for leading you to get that drink tonight.

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Can we get a Fuyuhiko NSFW alphabet up in here? Your writing is SO good!

YES MY LIL KINGGGGGG I hope you love!!

TW:// mention of weapons (knives and guns)

A (Aftercare) lots of kisses and snuggles. He’s always super gentle and caring for you after, bc he doesn’t want you to be too sore from him. Back rubs, playing with your hair, just very touchy.

B (fave body part) he’s a chest guy. Regardless of gender btw. He doesn’t mind how big or small your chest is, he just loves to grab it and kiss it.

C (cum) he’s good at controlling himself, so he only cums once, but god is it well earned and built up. And there’s a lot.

D (dirty Secret) before you two officially started dating he would masturbate and think of you. He’s even accidentally moaned your name while somebody else was giving him a hand job.

E (experience) even though other people have given him hand jobs, up until he met you he was still a virgin. He’s gotten jerked off, and he’s used his hands on others before as well, but he’s never gone all the way.

F (favorite Position) anything if you’re facing him. He wants to be able to touch grab and kiss you.

G = (Goofy?) does he try to be? No way. Is he? Oh yes. The two of you have bumped heads and fumbled around and you laugh all the time. Which does tend to embarrass him some, but you always reassure him you love him.

H = (Hair) Fuyuhiko typically doesn’t shave or trim. He typically doesn’t care either way with you, but if he plans on going down on you he asks you to shave a little bit

I = (Intimacy) he isn’t the most intimate but he does try to communicate with you during sex. “You’re doing so good” “I love how you take all of daddy’s dick so easily” “you’re my little cum slut aren’t you?” Sorry I got carried away

J = (Jack Off) All the time. He purposely does it in rooms he knows you’ll be in so that you “catch” him and offer to help.

K = (Kink) bondage, knife play. He loves to tie you up, and loves to cuff you and bind you. He also likes knives. He’ll never cut you, but he’ll hold the blade to your skin so you feel the cold metal against you. He also loves to cut your shirts off of your body.

L = (Location) bedroom or bathroom, but typically in bed. Although if you ever suggest shower or tub sex, he’ll eagerly join you.

M = ( Motivation) he’s obsessed with lingerie. Show off your skin while you’re all dressed up down just for him. Also, call him your king. He’ll get a boned then and there.

N = (NO) the knife play, which was your idea, is the scariest thing he’ll do. He’s a Yakuza after all. He would hate to accidentally hurt you especially after what he does all day long.

O = (Oral) he isn’t the biggest fan of oral typically, although he knows you love it so he plans on doing it to you every once in a while.

P = (Pace) Fuyuhiko moves fast and deep. He loves bottoming you out and making you moan and whimper in pleasure, unable to even use your words.

Q = (Quickie) that’s complicated. He loves foreplay and makes sure it lasts for a while, but sex can be over within 20 minutes or so some of the time. Not a super quick quickie, but ya know. He also has come home from a tough day and you’ve had super quick shower sex.

R = (Risk) not unless you ask. Like the knife play, which was your idea, he would never do anything that could result in you getting hurt somehow.

S = (Stamina) not horribly long. Usually 30 minutes - an hour. He’ll always make you cum at least 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 times, whereas he usually only cums once towards the end.

T = (toy) he likes using vibrators inside you. He wants to watch you beg for him to take it out and just fuck you.

U = (Unfair) FUYUHIKO IS A TEASE TEASE TEASE!!! He literally does anything he can to get you to beg for him.

V = (Volume) LOUD. he moans, screams, dirty talks, grunts with every single thrust he makes- he’s always cursing under his breath too.

W = (Weird fact) he’s thought about bringing his UNLOADED gun into the bedroom before, because he knows you like the knife play, but it makes him nervous even though he knows he’d be extra careful and unload it before hand. He just doesn’t want to risk hurting or scaring you more than you agree too.

X = (X-Ray) Man, he might be short and small but his dick sure isn’t. Fuyuhiko is much bigger than average at about 9 inches. And he tries to get every inch of it inside of you.

Y = (Yearning) he honestly isn’t too horny most of the time. It’s usually after a really long day where he comes home and just needs to let go when he really wants you.

Z = (ZZZ) Fuyuhiko will always lay in bed with you after, but honestly, he’s just cuddling you. He typically turns on TV or a video on his phone and watches it while you lay together. Takes him roughly 2-4 hours before he even tries to sleep.

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 12:  Truth Hurts

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

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It was early in the morning when the team got word of a new victim. Aitana was leaving her hotel room when she got another call from the one and only Penelope Garcia.

"Good morning, sprinkles!" Penelope's cheery greeting was quite loud.

"Sprinkles?" Aitana raised an eyebrow at the odd nickname.

"You know, because of your freckles?" Penelope made a gesture to her own face before realizing Aitana couldn't' see her. She did, however, laugh. "They're like cute little sprinkles on ice cream and donuts!"

"O-kay…"

"I hope your morning was good because it's about to change considering where I'm about to send you."

"Oh Lord, what is it?" Aitana came up to the elevator and pressed the 'down' button. "Or rather, who is it this time?"

"I just informed Hotch of another victim the police found and he wants you, Rossi and Reid to check the scene out."

"I don't mean to be ungrateful for the opportunity but why me, exactly?" Aitana stifled a yawn as she stepped inside the elevator.

"Your profiling skills need to be tested, my dear!"

"Right," Aitana sighed. She did, however, remember her plan she'd come up with last night and it appeared she would get to start it now. Maybe Hotch did give her a solid. "Hey, remember what you said about my file with all my information on it?"

Penelope barely covered her audible gulp. "Yeah…"

"Does everyone really have it?"

"Well, y-yeah. I'm, uh...I was nosy and I took a peek more than I should have. The others probably didn't do as much peeking as I did, honestly." They really didn't. Penelope cursed herself for not listening to Spencer and giving back that journal.

"But they did take a peek," Aitana concluded and knowingly left Penelope in a trap. She had to give a definite answer.

"...yes."

"Right," nodded Aitana. The elevator stopped and a moment later, the doors slid open. She spotted Rossi and Reid by the entrance doors of the hotel, probably waiting for her to come down. "Well I guess it'll be a good conversation starter, huh?" She added a light chuckle for Penelope's benefit.

"Aha," Penelope swallowed thickly. "Good luck, Sprinkles!"

Aitana hung up the phone and headed for the two agents. "Morning," she greeted them in a much calmer manner than Penelope had done with her.

"Morning," Rossi said first. "I assume Hotch filled you in?"

"Ah no, Penelope did. Also, does she normally greet people so loudly in the morning?"

"It wouldn't be Garcia if she didn't," said Spencer. "You get used to it."

"Shall we?" Rossi motioned her to walk first.

"Yeah," she nodded and took the lead. She rubbed a hand over her stomach. "I don't suppose either of you had breakfast delivered?"

"No," the two men chorused together.

"One of the guests was carrying a bag of what smelled like delicious strawberry strudel. I wish I had a strudel."

"You and me both," Rossi said, much to her amusement.

"Well not a strawberry one. I'm allergic to strawberries." Aitana took notice of their reactions to the disclosement. It was a simple revelation but a starter nonetheless.

"Fruit allergies aren't actually very common," said Spencer. Aitana could practically see the cogs of his mind turning as he continued to think about what he said. It was exactly what she wanted to see. "Only about 9% of adults are allergic to fruits. Most people are allergic to the common nuts and dairy."

"Hm, so Garcia does the cheery morning salutations and you give statistics in the mornings," Aitana covered up her intentions quite easily if she said so herself. "Good to know."

Rossi even unknowingly helped her by remarking, "Welcome to the team. Don't worry, I'm actually normal." Aitana laughed on their way out and missed Spencer's flat face reaction.

~ 0 ~

The only victim of the "crash" was an older male left in the passenger's seat...with his arm cut open as a dissection.

"He dissected the victim's arm postmortem," Agent Beeks informed the trio as they started down the small hill from the roadside. "I think it's our guy."

"Who is he?" asked Rossi. He had already eyed the victim's car for anything outstanding but it seemed like any other regular car.

"Louis Hannum. 41 years old, well-known local Reverend. He closed the church after a canned food drive at 6 P. M., told the other volunteers he was taking the donations to the Salvation Army 3 miles northeast on Route 6."

"Did he leave with anyone?"

"No, they said he left alone. We're still getting names of everyone who was there."

Aitana neared the passenger's seat and cocked her head to the side. Her eyes flickered from the victim to the driver's seat and then the dissection itself.

"Is that your thinking face?" Spencer startled her from the other side of the car. "Everyone has one."

"You tell me, you're the experienced profiler." Aitana peered as much as she could over the open window on her side. "Although I thought I was doing a good job being neutral."

"The idea of there being a completely 'neutral expression' isn't quite true. There was a study where a computer program designed to read expressions ultimately revealed that 3% of expressions aren't really neutral."

Aitana lifted an eyebrow at him. She waited a couple seconds to make sure he was done with the story and, when he was, she drew in a breath. "So...okay, I guess from now on I can't say I have a neutral face."

"Sorry," Spencer shook his head.

Aitana laughed, giving a different reaction than what someone — a stranger — would typically give to an uncalled informative story. "So then if my face gave 3% of expressed emotion, what did you pick up on?"

"Familiarity." It was strange for Spencer to decide that's the expression Aitana gave but there was no other word to go with. He was simply confused why she would portray that expression above all.

"Yeah I guess it was," Aitana sighed heavily. "The scene here — the moving of the corpse to the passenger's seat speaks to curiosity that I've seen before. I have two older brothers and I can't tell you the amount of times we caught them in the car trying to take things apart because they were curious. They once nearly took the radio out — my Dad was beyond angry."

"So you think the Unsub was curious about the car?" Spencer took a quick inspection of the wheel and the radio but it all seemed intact.

"Maybe just the driving," Aitana said when she saw everything intact as well. "And the dissection, obviously." She wrinkled her nose at the amount of spilled blood on the victim's arm. "God, when I was little I tried to figure out what kind of blood type I was by pricking my skin. I thought that O- would look different because it's such a rare type."

"So you're AB," Spencer remarked, raising his eyebrows in the process. Aitana watched him intently. "Less than 1% of the population in the U.S. have that type, you know."

"I didn't, actually…" Aitana stepped back from the car, purposely looking away to hide her expression.

Two mistakes.

"What do we have so far?" Rossi approached the pair.

"It looks like the Unsub stabbed the Reverend while he was driving and then the truck crashed down here, he pushed him over, tried to drive away, but the truck was stuck." Aitana turned back to see Spencer making his way around the truck. "His rage was so blinding, he takes out the driver while in motion."

"Well then he's lucky he didn't crash into oncoming traffic," Rossi remarked. "But then he immediately calms down and dissects the victim's arm?"

"Yeah, he definitely sounds childish now," Aitana folded her arms over her chest. "Tries to drive a truck clearly out of his skillset, dissects for no reason — doesn't he sound like a kid to you?" The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. And it seemed like the others were too.

"Young adults are inherently nonthreatening," Spencer said in the midst of his own thoughts.

"Parents would allow him to be alone with their children because he's the same age," Rossi nodded.

"If he's prepubescent, it would also explain why there's no sexual experimentation on the victims…"

Aitana couldn't help her beam. "So you think I'm right?"

Rossi was already nodding at her, even giving her an agreeing point in her direction. "Good thinking, kid." He started on his way back to the SUV.

"Great! Wait t—" Her face fell for a second, "—why'd he call me 'kid'? I'm not a kid. I'm 27."

"You get used to it," Spencer said out of sheer and honest experience.

However, Aitana saw right through him. "Have you?"

"...no," he mumbled and headed right after Rossi.

"Aha," Aitana shook his head at him and followed.

~0~

With the realization that the Unsub was more than likely a teenager, the team set out to go through files of potential suspects.

"So what happens here when a child is abandoned?" Morgan asked Agent Beeks once the team had all the files of suspects in front of them. The table was covered with files.

"The hospital contacts social services. The act of abandonment immediately labels the parents unfit and the child becomes a ward of the state."

"So he goes into foster care," Hotch concluded much like the others did.

"Ideally, but most parents won't take older children. In which case, he'd be sent to a juvenile facility."

Emily's nose crinkled at the thought. "The same one that houses delinquents?"

"That's right."

"Did Northern Omaha Medical register an adolescent boy as a ward of the state on that day?" asked Spencer but Hotch shook his head.

"Garcia said no, but she's still looking."

"She'd only be able to find something if it was officially done," Aitana remarked as she mindlessly flipped through a file. "The first victim, Monica, worked by the law of protocols as a nurse but what if she felt sorry for the kid and she wanted to keep him out of a facility? She could've just taken him home in the meantime."

"But she could have documented it in some way so as to not complicate the situation later on," Rossi said.

Hotch nodded at both of them. It seemed like a very good chance. "Let's find out. Reid and Rossi, go to the Archer house and see if you can figure out what her plan was."

When the two agents were gone, the remainder started flipping through the files they still had just in case they missed something.

"Is it terrible to say that my eyes are already so tired?" Aitana sheepishly glanced at Emily. 'Sorry, this is probably not the most professional thing to say when I'm brand new to the job."

"Don't worry about it," Emily reached over to pat Aitana's arm. "I was there too. It's just part of getting used to the job."

Aitana thanked her for the words and grabbed another file. "Bet you guys didn't see anything about this on my file, huh?"

"What?" Emily went back to her own file as well.

"That I'm not quite up-to-speed on things anymore. It's a...process."

Emily raised her head to meet Aitana's gaze. "Aitana, nobody here expects you to get everything on the first try, much less on your first case. We get that you're still trying to move past Witness Protection. Don't worry what your file says — none of us look at those things anyways. Well…" Most teams didn't have Penelope Garcia. "I won't lie, Penelope probably vetted you. Not for bad reasons, though. She just likes knowing who's working with us."

Aitana raised an eyebrow at what she'd heard. "So...no one saw my file, then?"

"Pretty sure of it," Emily nodded her head.

Interesting. Aitana genuinely felt a pit of irritation start in her stomach. As well as disappointment. Big disappointment.

~ 0 ~

By the time they caught up with Nancy and her family, the unsub had already done his job (though halfway). Nancy was nowhere to be seen but her children, left tied up, explained to the team how "Jeremy" had tied them up in the middle of the night. Their mother had managed to take Jeremy out of the house by "taking him home".

With Emily and Morgan on the chase for the mother, the others tried pinpointing who "Jeremy" was and where his home was.

"Monica Archer called a friend at the Northern Omaha children's hospital about an abandoned 13-year-old boy," Penelope informed them once she'd gotten some decent information. "Monica was going to bring him in the next day."

"We need to talk to that friend," Hotch said but Penelope beat him to it.

"Oh, no, I already did that. Apparently the children's hospital and child services have a strong rapport."

"Did she get a name?"

"Yeah. She said the child's name was Niko Bellic, and his hometown was Newton, Iowa."

Everyone in the conference room paused to exchange looks.

"Say that again- Niko Bellic?" Rossi asked.

"The thing about that is that—"

"Nico Bellic is the name of a main character in "Grand Theft Auto IV'," Rossi finished and earned himself the same strange looks.

"What? I know things!"

Spencer had taken care of the geographic map in the room and once he had the last bit of information, he was able to reach a conclusion. "Guys, he's headed due East on route 6. It passes right through Newton."

"He probably didn't expect the question and gave away his real hometown," remarked Aitana. She had kept herself on the other side of the table. It was a bit intimidating being left with all the men (experienced men) of the team but it was also to put some distance before she said something she didn't want to at that moment.

"Garcia, call the Iowa State Police, tell them to be on the lookout for a minivan headed East towards route 6," instructed Hotch.

"Will do!" Penelope hung up only to return the call again half an hour later. Her search for Jeremy wasn't leading to anything concrete. "2, 200 families in Newton have kids under the age of 18. In other words, a lot."

"He would have acted out long before now. He's got a juvie record, he's well known to truant officers, and he's probably been kicked out of school, maybe several," said Spencer.

"We thought he was running away, but he's heading home," added Hotch.

Rossi agreed. "He's got a plan. Taking his rage out on surrogate mothers isn't doing it for him anymore. Now he's ready for the real thing."

"Which means we have to warn that poor woman and fast," Aitana shuddered at the idea of what possible thoughts were going through that young kid's head right now. To want to hurt your own mother? "Garcia, we need to I. D. this kid so we can find his mom and warn her."

"I know and I'm on it!" Penelope promised before hanging up.

It would be an agonizing wait to see if Morgan and Emily would reach Jeremy's mother before he did. Aitana would enlarge that distance in the hours to come. She had felt her phone buzz a couple times with incoming calls and texts but it was only now that she had courage to look through them.

Mateo, Angel, Elia.

She held her breath in for that last one. It had been the one to repeat itself the most. Aitana went through the voicemails and the texts but nothing helped her ease herself into a conversation with Elia. It was terrible because if she had been speaking to Elia, she would've been the one to confide in about what Aitana had realized. The invasion of her privacy was something she could only tell her best friend. Elia would definitely know what to do.

At least when they were able to find Jeremy, just in time too, she was able to at least breathe a little easier. One thing had resolved itself and she should be grateful that it was extremely good.

"Nancy Riverton got out of surgery," Spencer had announced to them later in the evening on the plane back home. The texts had just come in. "She's gonna make it."

"She's lucky," Rossi said and had the agreeing nods of everyone else. "She managed to control him long enough to save her children."

"She's impressive," Hotch said.

"Mrs. Sayer asked that she and her daughter be notified if and when Jeremy is released," Spencer continued with the text he'd received. No one was surprised with it, as well with his last remark, "BAU should keep his file handy, too."

Jeremy was a psychopath who shouldn't be underestimated—they certainly learned that.

"Excuse me," Hotch said as he got up from his seat to speak privately with Morgan who had, for some reason unknown to the others, decided to sit on his own in the back of the plane.

"So, how do you think your first case went?" Emily soon called upon Aitana who had also opted to sit on her own, but unlike Morgan she'd simply taken the seats opposite of the others. But, like Morgan, she'd been just as quiet and pensive.

Aitana glanced over to her to see Spencer and Rossi also waiting for the answer. "Umm, okay I suppose. The job's very different from the things I did in the past. Plus...having to speak with officials as a liaison and just completely new to me. I don't know what I'll do when I actually have to talk to victims' families."

"Take it easy, that's all you can do," Rossi said.

Aitana pursed her lips together. "I guess so. I wish I could've had JJ for at least a case or two to see how she did things."

"It's actually better that it didn't happen that way, as much as we all would've loved to have JJ around for more time," Spencer shrugged. "You would've tried to be like her. It's better for you to start fresh."

Aitana took his good intending advice with a mere nod. "Right," she agreed quietly. She'd been thinking — planning — how to go about getting a private conversation with him without letting the others find out. It was hard to do when she was the newbie and everyone else had inseparable bonds, but she wouldn't give up. And luckily for her, she found the perfect opportunity when the plane landed.

"I just thought since you're JJ's best friend, you would like to be the one to deliver the things she left behind in the office," she explained to him on their way down the bullpen.

"Yeah, it's no problem," Spencer shrugged. He saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"Aitana," called Emily by her desk, stopping Aitana for a second while Spencer took a lead for the office. "Penelope and I...we usually do this girl's night every week or so...when we plan something, would you like to come?"

"Umm…" Aitana brought a hand to her curls, slightly tugging on it. Emily noted it as a nervous quirk. "I...I gotta be honest, I'm not exactly the best girl to go out with anymore."

Emily seemed to have expected an answer like that. "I know you think that which is why I asked you. It gives you time to consider it and think about it so that when it actually happens, you're not caught off guard."

Aitana smiled lightly at that. "Thanks. I...I really appreciate how you — some of you — are really invested in helping me out."

Emily cocked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing for a second. "Some of us? What do you mean?"

Aitana shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Have a good night, Emily, and thanks." With that, she turned around and headed for her office.

By that time, Spencer had already searched for the box that Aitana talked about on the plane. He didn't see anything — in fact, everything in the office still seemed relatively the same as JJ had left it. It was a neutral office for anyone to take up. "Did you put the box some where else?" he asked when Aitana came in.

"Oh, right—" she sarcastically snapped her fingers after closing the door, "—I lied."

Spencer was quick to react at the admission. "What? Why?"

"Because you lied!" Aitana wanted to project as much anger as she should rightfully be. Her face, though, didn't seem to be on the same page because all that Spencer saw was a woman close to tears.

"I didn't...I didn't mean to," he said quietly. He had no idea what she was talking about but she seemed fairly certain she was telling the truth.

"Really? That's your excuse?"

"Well, to be quite honest, I'm not sure where this is coming from…"

Aitana raised an eyebrow at him. "When I mentioned that I was allergic to strawberries—which I'm not, by the way—you didn't react surprised. You started telling me facts about it instead. My blood type? You had no idea and that was an honest reaction too. Those things are for sure on my file but you didn't know that!" And looking at the way he had stiffened was practically screaming she was on the right path. "But the thing is, Penelope knew things that couldn't possibly be on my file. My favorite beach? My affinity for cats? You see why I'm upset, right?"

Spencer rocked back and forth on his feet. "Um, yeah, sort of…" He was actually beginning to get very nervous and suddenly his big ole brain couldn't pick something decent to say to her.

"It took me a day to figure out how Penelope would know those things. I should've known — I never did get my journal back."

That stopped Spencer mid-rocking. "I...you never got it back?"

"No, thank you," Elia smiled at Spencer and Emily, but more specifically at Spencer. "Like I said in the beginning, I know that FBI agents don't make visits like these. You guys are different. I promise that I'll give this back to her if she ever comes back."

Spencer was utterly confused. Had Elia not kept her promise? With all the emotion on Aitana's face, he knew that she hadn't gotten the journal back. That didn't make any sense!

"How could I? I left it in San Diego!" Aitana snapped. "But you—" she flashed a finger in his direction, "—had to have read it in order for Penelope to know about it! No one else would have bothered to read that — it was in the middle of the journal, for God's sake."

"Aitana, you have things very mixed up here. Have you talked to Elia?"

"Excuse me?" Aitana humorlessly laughed. "Figures you'd know about Elia too. God, I didn't think you were the type to read personal things like that. I thought — I liked you when we first met in San Diego, you know," she spoke quieter. She moved across the office to go around the desk. "I thought you were good, fun—no one ever really cares to do a puzzle with me."

"I thought the same thing of you!" Spencer exclaimed, hoping to cut her off to give him the opportunity to explain things, although what he would say was still unclear to him. "I liked meeting you too, Aitana. I-I like doing puzzles, believe me!"

Aitana scoffed. "Yeah, and you also like reading personal journals."

"I didn't read anything—"

"So then Penelope just happened to know those details about me?"

Spencer opened his mouth to answer when it struck him that he only had two options: either agree and let poor Penelope take the complete fall or allow Aitana to finally develop real friendships again with people she already liked. He was no longer on that list, why would he pull Penelope down with him? She hadn't meant to read the journal, and she shouldn't have, but she already started off so nicely with Aitana. They clicked. Right now, Aitana needed to be able to trust in people and it was better for her to trust Penelope rather than distrust him and Penelope. Besides, Penelope was just so much better at being friends with others.

With a sigh, he shook his head. His gaze lowered to the floor. "I read the journal."

Aitana hated being right. She had a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he would tell her that she was wrong. Someone like him just went around reading personal journals like that? I guess so. "Why?"

Spencer shrugged. "I...was curious. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"And then you just told Penelope about it?"

"I talk a lot. Things slip." That was pretty convincing considering who he was. He raised his gaze to see the hurt flashing across Aitana's eyes. That was doing something to him. "Aitana—"

"Get out," she whispered her order. She was failing miserably to be angry. She struggled to make new relationships with people and just when she had finally joined a team that she liked, she finds out that not everyone is as good as she believed.

"If we could just talk about it—"

"Why bother? You already read it in my journal! Get out!" she commanded, although it began to sound more like a beg instead. She was offended and hurt.

Spencer decided to give her some time. He had a feeling that no matter what he said, she wouldn't be listening and if he was being honest with himself, he could use the extra time to come up with the right thing to say to her. "I'm sorry," he said before turning away and walking out.