#finish my assignment and start my next one

[holyblonded]

Oh I just read that headcanon about Azul and we all know that she has a hard time adjusting to having responsible and caring adults around her, so it's very emotional, learning how to be loved and all that.

But I wonder if she ever has a hard time adjusting to having someone actually parenting her? Like maybe silly stuff at the beginning, like...olga telling her that she can't pull an all-nighter and azul is like??? No one ever told me what i should and shouldn't do?

So she's like a bit resistant to that too, and estrella is like "oh she talking back to olga?!" And alexia is like "yep, wanna go get something to eat before it gets ugly?"

omg yes 😭

estrella��s laid out on the couch, half-watching some terrible netflix reality show when it starts.

azulita, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open, has been working on an assignment for hours. she’s cranky, earbuds in, tapping her pencil against the table like it personally offended her.

olga’s standing nearby, arms crossed, binder still in hand (because of course she made a school binder too, she’s insane like that), and she says, real calm, “azul, it’s midnight. time to close it and go to bed.”

estrella peeks over the couch back just in time to see azul’s head snap up.

“i’m not done,” azulita says, like it’s obvious.

olga doesn’t budge. “you’ll finish it tomorrow after school. you need sleep.”

“i have to finish it,” azulita insists, stubborn. you can see it in her eyes, the twitchy little panic.

olga, still calm but firm, says, “you don’t have to do anything at the expense of your health. close it. bed.”

and azulita. god bless her. she talks back.

“you’re not my—” she starts, loud, defensive, halfway standing up.

estrella sits straight up, eyes wide. “oh she talking back to olga?!”

from behind her, ale’s voice drifts in like a casual breeze. “yep,” she says, like this is a national geographic documentary. “wanna go get something to eat before it gets ugly?”

estrella whips her head around. ale’s already heading toward the door like she’s clocking out of work. you scramble after her because you’ve seen olga mad before and you’d rather not be collateral damage.

meanwhile, azulita’s still frozen, realizing mid-sentence who she’s talking to. olga’s eyebrows are up, binder tucked against her chest like a shield, and she says, very quietly, very seriously, “finish that sentence.

and azulita, to her credit, does not. she clamps her mouth shut, cheeks turning bright red. her whole body looks stiff, like she wants to run but also cry but also yell.

olga softens a little, stepping closer, lowering her voice. “i know you’re used to nobody caring. but i care. we care. and when i say you need to sleep, it’s because you matter. not because i’m trying to control you. okay?”

azulita blinks really fast, nods once. the fight drains right out of her. she closes her laptop without another word.

estrella and ale peek around the corner, watching it all unfold like spies.

“she’s good,” ale murmurs, impressed.

“yeah,” estrella saya, stuffing a cookie into your mouth. “she’s scary but like…in a loving way.”

they hear azulita mumble an apology and olga ruffles her hair, ushering her toward the stairs like nothing happened. like being cared for and set limits is the most normal thing in the world.

ale bumps estrella’s shoulder as she passes her. “you’re next,” she teases.

she scowl, mouth full of crumbs. “i don’t even do anything!”

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (4/25/25) - Sexy Moments (that aren't explicit)

A glance. A touch. A breath. Sometimes the sexiest moments appear perfectly innocent--on the surface. These fics might just convince you that the sexiest moments aren't always explicit.

(please, only 18+ below)

Recently I remembered something that may explain why I don't find Explicit fics as sexy as many people seem to.

One of my first jobs out of college was for a doctor running clinical trials of experimental drug treatments for people living with AIDs (yes, I'm old; be thankful if you're young enough to only know about the AIDS/HIV crisis by reading about it).

She assigned me the task of editing a safer sex manual. Are you surprised to know I would never curse anyone with the hell of sitting across a desk from your boss discussing the importance of proper nail care before engaging in anal fisting?

So, yeah. that could be one reason I prefer subtlety when describing intimate moments in fics. Luckily, there are some gifted writers who create very sensual scenes that aren't explicit.

(Note that some of these fics are rated E; but the moments I'm highlighting are not.)

Let's start with @hermiola's Growing on Me (M), containing the scene that inspired this category. Crowley is a fading rockstar struggling to complete an album. Aziraphale is the writer he's paired with to finish the lyrics at a remote retreat on the Isle of Skye.

The bicker/flirting is delicious. The seduction competition is teasing. But the sex appeal ramps up to 11 with Crowley singing the Clash's Should I Stay Or Should I Go at the local pub in chapter 7. And Aziraphale isn't the only one in the audience affected.

Prolific fic writer AppleSeeds wrote a sexy manicure in Eden Nails (T). Aziraphale gets his nails done by Crowley at the new shop in the neighborhood. This fic is nearly all manicure. It's beautifully written and very sensual.

Next up is Feast (E) by @ashfae and @mostlyjustgoose. Aziraphale is lonely while Crowley sleeps through the Covid lockdown. So he plans a magnificent dinner for the pair to catch up--a truly seductive meal.

"Not just dinner, his pounding pulse sings. This will be a temptation worthy of a Serpent, with meaning in every bite. An invitation in flavours, a message written directly onto a forked tongue. His whole life he’s been a half-baked hedonist—enjoying only the pleasures he knows he can get away with—but he has centuries’ worth of meals and secret thoughts to draw on for inspiration, and now there’s a wild absence of fear in him."

It's filled with temptation and double entendres. And yes, it does end by earning the Explicit rating. But it's a sexy slow burn to get there.

@addledmongoose's My Heart Was Always Yours (M) is a creative tale in which Aziraphale and Crowley do not know each other. Hell assigns Crowley to recover Raphael's trumpet needed to start the Second Coming. And Heaven wants Aziraphale to do the same.

To provide cover, Aziraphale asks a "human" (Crowley) to pose as his spouse at the sale. Of course, Crowley thinks Aziraphale is human too.

In chapter 20, the pair start to confront the feelings that have developed between them without either of them realizing the other isn't human (see, I told you it was fun). It leads to a very sexy scene that ends with this:

"I flicked a forked tongue against the skin, letting the scent of his aftershave and cologne fill my lungs. He was panting, murmuring my name under his breath, and I very nearly forgot where I was until the lift dinged.

I immediately straightened and turned to face the exit. Aziraphale lurched upright with a startled choke. The doors opened, and I smiled politely at the elderly man waiting to enter. His gaze danced between the two of us, and he snorted a knowing laugh.

I stepped out and looked back. “Coming, angel?” I asked, just as sweetly as he’d spoken to me moments ago. If my voice was a little raspy and my face flushed, it was nothing compared to how debauched Aziraphale looked.

"Looks like he was pretty close," the elderly man said under his breath."

A sexy scene that makes me laugh? Yes, please.

Oh, Billy Brown (E) by mostlyineffable/Quintissentialnutcase won't be a good pick for everyone--mind the tags. But this fic based on the song by MIKA is sensitively written and a good read.

It makes this list for the end of chapter 4 which includes a conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley at the pub. It incorporates the vulnerability of the pair with the powerful attraction, making a scene that is believable and sexy.

Thanks to @stupidphototricks for recommending this one to me. I probably would have passed it by due to the tags without you highlighting it.

This is getting long so I think I'll end with one of my favorite fics, Among the Stacks (NR) by @rhosmeinir. Yep, I've recommended it before. And I'll recommend it again. You can't stop me! Bwahahahaha!

But seriously, it's just that good. And it makes the list for Azrariah and Crowley's kisses in front of the fireplace in chapter 14. The scene is so tender. And yes, sexy.

Did you like this theme? Do you enjoy a good sexy (but not explicit) moment in a fic? If so, let me know by reblogging and commenting and I'll revisit this theme in a future post.

I'll be back next Friday with more great Good Omens fan fics on a new theme. In the meantime, check out my other favorite fics on this pinned post of weekly Good Omens fan fiction recommendations. And if my faves appear to be your faves, check out my bookmarks on AO3--all the fics I rate in my top 10% of everything I've read.

Don't forget--always thank fic writers with kudos and comments. They give us such wonderful gifts and it's appropriate to show our appreciation for all their hard work.

[youfightthosefairies67]

My love, are you the devil? — Chapter 1

Pairing: Young!Dean x Preacher's daughter!reader

Wordcount: ~1,4k

Summary: This is it. The last high school Dean'll have to step foot in. He's just gonna lay low, coast through with mediocre grades and get the fuck out when he has the chance.

Then he gets paired up with you on a project. The town angel. The preacher's daughter.

Oh, he's well and truly fucked.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, Swearing, violence, implied abuse, drinking, innocent reader

Notes: First time writing. Kinda nervous lol. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this. I have no clue when the next chapter will be out, but I'll try to post bi weekly if anyone's interested.

Please interact, I really appreciate it!💕

Credits:

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The Midwest all looks the same. Dean’s convinced of it. People can prattle on about how different each state is and how much culture each has, but it’s all bullshit.  

It’s all just... Fields. Fields and highways. The occasional billboard if you get lucky. It could all burn as far as he’s concerned.  

He glances back over his shoulder, watching Sam read in the backseat for a bit. This would be Dean’s last school. He could get his damn diploma and fuck off. Work properly, for once. Make a real difference. If he had it his way, he would’ve dropped out ages ago. 

He turns back forward, listening to Metallica blaring through the speakers of the car, the familiar rumble of the engine almost lolling him to sleep as he rests his head against the window. He sees a sign pass. A ‘Welcome to-’ — Wherever the hell it is they are—sign. He doesn’t even bother reading it. The names all just blend by now anyway. It’s not like he’ll remember this place in a month. 

People stop and look when they roll into town. Jesus, this place is clean. It almost makes Dean’s skin crawl. Looks like something out of ‘The Stepford Wives’. Even the motel looks creepily put together.  

“Two rooms,” His dad grumbles, tossing a card onto the counter. “A single and a double.” The clerk eyes him. Unabashed suspicion glinting as he takes the card. He doesn’t say a word as he tosses them two sets of keys.  

Dean grabs the back of Sam’s shirt and tugs him along towards the rooms, grabbing one of the keys as his dad pays. The room is clean, the sheets floral. 

“It looks like a grandma threw up in here.” Sam mutters as he falls onto one of the beds, opening up his book again.  

Dean snorts and sets down his duffle, falling face first onto the mattress. He’s almost asleep when John comes in, starting the usual spiel. 

“Don’t open the door unless it’s me, shoot first, ask questions later, and–”  

“Always look out for Sammy, I know.” Dean finishes, face still smushed against the pillow.  

John nods, watching the boys for a moment before tossing some cash onto the table. “I enrolled you during the drive. You start Monday,” he says over his shoulder as he heads out, pulling the door shut with him. “I’ll call if I need anything.”  

⋘ ◊ ⋙ 

Even the school looks too... nice. It looks like one of those movie high schools where jocks wear letterman jackets and shove kids into lockers.  

It’ll be fine. As long as no one breaks into song.  

“Anyone fucks with you, you tell me.” Dean mutters, glancing down at Sam. He gives him a light smack on the back before heading inside to get this shit over with. 

People love to stare in this town, don’t they? He feels like a damn zoo animal as he walks through the halls behind the principal, her heels clicking against the linoleum floors loudly. He feels like he’s going to suffocate with the amount of perfume she’s wearing.  

“–And here is your locker. Feel free to ask if you need anything, Mr. Winchester.” she says, a tight smile on her face as she clasps her manicured hands together. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve assigned you a chaperone to help you... settle in. In fact, here she comes!” 

Dean turns over his shoulder, ready to see another one of those preppy girls who’d eyed him on his way in. They’re all so terribly stuck up. Never want to do anyth–  

Oh. Oh shit. 

You’re pretty. All cute and proper. Your hair perfectly styled. Your smile so bright. Jesus. And there was something about you. Something that has his shoulders going slack for the first time since stepping into this building. This town. Everyone else here stares. You just look. You look nervous. Maybe even a little scared, but you’re not judging. You’re making an effort not to. He can tell. 

“Ms. Williams here–” the principal cuts off his train of thought as she gestures to you– “will get you all settled in.” She hums with an icy smile, looking him over one more time. He swears he sees her lip twitch as if she’s smelling something foul before she clacks away. 

“You’re Dean, I assume?” You smile, looking up at him. He can see the way your fingers flex against the strap of your bag.  

“Uh huh.” He looks you over. 

“Did Mrs. Jones give you the tour yet?” You ask, tilting your head at him. God, you’re cute. 

“Nope.” he says, popping the p as his lips tug up into a smirk.  

“Then follow me,” you say, again with that almost nervous smile. You’re trying so hard not to judge him by his looks, by his worn jeans and leather jacket. He feels so out of place, but when he’s looking at you, he can’t really find it in himself to care very much. 

The rest of the morning is spent following you around. He can see you slowly relaxing once you realize he won’t tempt you into sin. Are you religious? You seem like you would be. You explain the history of the place. He's not listening very well. You make it hard for him to.  

The two of you do make it to the last class of the day. He sits himself in the back row with the other no-goods. They’re not that bad. They don’t judge him either.  

He almost falls asleep as the teacher drones on and on about biology. Cells or some shit. He can’t seem to stop staring at you though. Front and center, listening intently. Cute. 

“We’re going to be doing a final project before summer’,” the teacher announces, and people immediately start divvying up into what Dean assumes are the usual cliques. He shifts in his seat a little. 

“And I’ll be assigning your partners,” he says, raising his voice over the buzz. Practically everyone groans at that.  

“Hey, if I don’t you won’t get anything done.” He starts going through the pre-decided pairs, and he hesitates for just a second before saying your name and his. He almost seems to snarl at the thought of the two of you being in the same vicinity. 

You turn over your shoulder, giving him a small smile. Dean nods his head with a smile. The rest of the kids in the room whisper behind their hands. They’re acting like one of those shitty soaps they always show on TV. All that’s missing is a dramatic ‘oooohhhh’ from the live studio audience. 

The bell rings just in time and Dean gets up to leave as quickly as possible. One of the stoners follows him out and throws an arm over his shoulders. 

“Dude, good luck,” He– Cory, maybe? –cackles, slapping Dean on the back as they approach his locker. Dean gives him a look. 

“What are you talking about? She seems nice.” Dean shrugs his arm off, opening his locker to grab his shit, more than happy to get out of here. This place still gives him the heebe jeebies. 

“She is, man. To everyone. Literally an angel. Pukes rainbows and farts glitter and everything,” he laughs, leaning on the locker next to Dean’s, “she’s also the preachers daughter.” 

Dean freezes for a second. Ah. That explains it.  

“I’d be careful, man.” Cory turns to him, leaning in as he looks around. He looks a little too serious for Dean’s liking. “The preacher... he doesn't do all that kumbaya shit.” he says, patting his shoulder again and walking off. 

Dean’s about to follow him before he hears his name called. You run up to him with a smile on your face, stopping in front of him. People start staring again. 

“Hey, we uh...” you start, swallowing thickly, “we should start looking at that project.” You finish, picking at your nails.  

“Yeah, probably.” Dean shuts his locker, leaning against it as he looks down at you. You nod. 

“You want to come over to my house tomorrow after school to work on it?” you ask, shifting your weight. Dean smiles and leans down a bit. 

“It’s a date.” 

[reidrum]

i think he knows

A/N: more doctor!reader!!!!!!! can you tell i love them. if you have requests for them please send them my way thank you <3

summary: in which spencer and reader try to find time for each other to have their first date

cw: doctor!reader, fluff, spencer being a flirt, medical talk

wc: 2.5k

A month passes before Spencer gets to see you again. A long, long month.

He stayed in the hospital for observation for another two days after meeting you, which were entirely medically necessary but don’t ask Spencer how his chest pain stopped the moment he signed the discharge papers because they just couldn’t keep him any longer. He knows it’s illogical, and a bit immoral, to fake symptoms for his personal gain. But who could blame him, had they seen you?

You didn’t make it any easier on him either, the times you’d check on him you’d leave him red for hours. Morgan had gotten suspicious seeing him be surprisingly high in spirits for someone who just got shot. You’d even talked to the nurses to get him extra jello, a love language in its own.

But his daydream was soon shattered upon his discharge, where he couldn’t just lay in a hospital bed and wait for you to come to him. He was to be sent to exile (home) to finish out the rest of his sentence (recovery), while he so agonizingly waits for the next chance to see you again.

The first day back home was already enough to send him into house fever, and he couldn’t even freely pace off the nervous energy because of his leg. You had given him your number, which meant he had to text you. It was a lot of pressure. He knew his assignment and yet couldn’t figure out what the right thing to start off this conversation with you should be.

Should he be formal and hit you with a simple Hello. Or give a bit of a flirty edge and add a heart emoji—one that Penelope taught him how to do, thank you very much. No, he should probably introduce himself since you don’t have his number. So you don’t think a random freak is trying to message you.

He types out a message and sends it before he can second guess himself anymore.

Spencer: Hey there, this is Spencer. Room 207?

Spencer flips his phone face down so he doesn’t manically check the notifications for your reply. You’re busy, you could be in surgery or doing rounds, or sleeping on a break or—Ding!

Or typing out a reply to him, perhaps.

You: Hi Spencer ☺️ how are you feeling? Spencer: Better now, how are you? You: Better now ;)

Oh, you’re everything to him.

Spencer: Are you on a break or am I bothering you? You: Lying down in an on call room bed! I love when you bother me please don’t stop He actually giggles aloud, thank god he lives alone. Spencer: Good, because I was running out of medical emergencies to fake just to get to see you again. You: Gasp, faking? Sweet talking works well on me, don’t get me wrong, but I might have to report you to the medical board. Spencer: I’m not that kind of doctor so I don’t think they’ll care, plus I think once they see you were my doctor they’ll side with me. You: Flattery will get you everywhere Spencer Reid be careful. Spencer: I’m sure hoping it does.

It goes on like that for a few weeks, to Spencer’s delight. Back and forth texting, the blatant flirting on both ends and his poor but endearing attempts to match it. He wants to get to know every part of you, and thankfully you’re just as curious as he is, so every waking minute either of you aren’t working ends up being spent by talking with each other.

Not just the casual things like where you grew up or where you went to school. No, he’s learned what your go to coffee shop order is, what latent hobbies you have hidden under your belt, what your favorite movie is and the specific line that makes it your favorite.

He’s told you about his favorite Doctor Who episodes—which you made him promise to show you someday, showed you pictures of his mom and his godson, his go to Indian food order for the place down from the office.

While Spencer loves talking to you, it’s simply not enough. He has to see you soon or he might combust spontaneously. He might do that anyway but it’s much more noble to have a good and valid reason to perish in such a way, like being in your presence.

Spencer: Hey, can I ask you something? You: Uh oh, I don’t like the sound of that. Spencer: Nothing bad, pinky promise. You: Ugh, the most sacred of promises <3 Okay, let’s hear it. Spencer: Are you free this Friday? You: AH I thought you’d never ask!! I am so free this friday night doctor, setting out my best dress just for you ;) Spencer: I’m sure everything you wear is beautiful, but I’m looking forward to seeing you again :) I’ll pick you up at 7? You: I’ll be waiting <333

He asks you out officially on Monday, and he spends the rest of the week praying to whatever unsub or case gods that are out there watching to calm down this week so they don’t get whisked away on a case. Tuesday through Wednesday only consisted of paperwork, and it gives him hope he might actually make it to Friday and finally get to see you. Even Morgan and Emily’s teasing of his suddenly happy mood can’t bring him down.

Thursday night comes around and he’s about ready to jump for joy as he finishes packing up his things. JJ walks by and he’s about to say goodbye to her when she waves a manila folder in the air, “Sorry Spence, conference room in 5.”

He deflates. So close.

Spencer lets his satchel slide off his shoulder and reluctantly pulls his phone out to open his message thread with you.

Spencer: Hi, I’m really sorry to do this but we just got called on a case. Do you think we could reschedule dinner? You: Hi handsome, don’t worry I understand. The world needs you crime fighters :) I’m free next friday?

He tries to ignore the way his heart stutters reading ‘handsome’ and types.

Spencer: I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Next Friday sounds great.  You: Be safe out there please Spencer: Always am. You: Need I remind you we met because you got shot on the job Spencer: That was one time, and I told the guy to shoot me. You: Yeah, that’s not making me feel better. Spencer: I’ll be safe, getting to see you next week will be my motivation to be extra careful. You: I’d hope you’re being careful regardless but whatever works for you, handsome <3 Spencer: Got a pretty girl waiting for me, I have to take extra precautions. You: Oooh that was good, you’re getting better at this Dr. Reid. Spencer: What can I say, you make it really easy. Spencer: Okay I have to go for the briefing, talk to you soon. You: Bye handsome 💞

The case comes and goes, an easy solve but it took a few more days than the team would like to admit for a case of this caliber. They return back only a week later and it’s another Thursday night where he’s hoping nothing steps in to prevent him from seeing you. He’s lucky in the sense that nothing is stepping in to prevent him from seeing you, FBI mandated break and all after a long case.

He’s not so lucky when you regretfully tell him you’re scheduled for surgery all day on Friday. You’re entirely too apologetic for his liking, for someone who flaked on you initially and had to alter your schedule to his. Especially for someone who, of all people, understands the busy lifestyles you both lead. He reassures you a thousand times over that it’s okay and that you can reschedule.

Spencer: Please stop apologizing, it’s okay I promise You: I just feel soooo bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you. Spencer: I know. But we’ll see each other soon. You: Promise? Spencer: Pinky. Did you eat anything? You: No I wasn’t hungry, too sad about not seeing your face. Spencer: A poor reason to starve yourself, I’m ordering food for you. Are you at the hospital? You: I’m at home but you don’t have to do that. Spencer: Okay but I want to, are you going to give me your address or will I have to find it myself? You: How are you going to do that? Spencer: I have my ways. You: It’s your tech analyst friend isn’t it Spencer: Maybe. You: So if I share your address it’s a HIPPA violation but when you do it no one bats an eye. Spencer: It’s for a worthy cause. Please let me do this. You: Fiiine. 1563 Rock Lakes blvd. What are you getting? Spencer: Thank you, honey. Pad thai with chicken satay. You: Ugh, you know me so well <3

To yours and Spencer’s dismay, this pattern continues on for another few weeks. Whenever your schedule finally clears, he gets dragged away on a case. When his schedule is clear you have back to back surgeries or consults. It’s like you just can’t get the timing right, no matter how hard you pine for each other.

The doubt travels and festers in both of your heads, the blatant evidence showing you that this may not work between you. Thing is, you both love your jobs too much to even try to accommodate the other. You’re both so busy you can’t even find time for one evening alone together.

Then George Foyet happened. The Haley Hotchner of it all, happened.

It hit the entire team hard, watching a colleague they viewed as family lose someone they loved so deeply and in such a torturous way. Spencer forced himself to take a step back and really evaluate what he was doing—was he willing to subject someone he cared about to the world he lives in? To the horrors they become exposed to? He still thinks about the heart attack he had when the Fisher King sent his mom a key after being in the same facility with her for some time. He’s not sure he can handle that kind of fear again.

Spencer knows he doesn’t have to do this, it’s so early in whatever this is between you both. You haven’t even had time to go on a date. Maybe your lives are just incompatible. Maybe he can save you before he ever even puts you in danger’s way—the ultimate act of valiant efforts in the form of preemptive measures. 

What you don’t know can’t hurt you, literally.

Ding!

But then you go and do something like this, where he gets to flip his phone over and blush red in the face at your name on the notification. That he gets to open his messages and be met with the beautiful sight of your face, smiling in a picture you took just for him showing off the coffee you got on your break and reading the book he recommended to you a few weeks ago.

And he’s just not sure if he can imagine a world where he doesn’t meet you and immediately fall in love with you.

Another week, another attempt at finally being able to take you on a date. Except this time fate has stepped in on both ends and sent Spencer on another case and you scheduled for surgery. Lovely.

The case goes fine again, save for the unsub with an overt penchant for clipping FBI agents aiming their guns at him. Enough damage to send him to the ER needing stitches on his forehead and a concussion evaluation.

The doctor seeing him was a good doctor, but he wasn’t you. It was a man who, no offense to him and his medical training, definitely did not have hands as soft as yours stitching him up. He sighs out loud in the ER as he waits for a nurse to come by and discharge him. God, he wishes it was you. 

“Seeing other doctors behind my back? I thought we had something special, Dr. Reid.”

He has half a mind to look up at the sky and mouth God?, as he feels his prayers have been answered in the most literal way.

“What are you doing here?” he asks incredulously, fully in disbelief at the sight of you in front of him.

You smile and step towards him, closing the curtain behind you, “I told you, I had surgery.”

“In Maryland?”

“In Maryland,” you nod, “They needed someone with my background to help out so I flew out.”

God, you’re so smart it physically hurts him how attractive it is.

“How’d you know I was here?”

“I didn’t, I was looking at the patient log to see if they needed help in the ER when I saw an S. Reid age 27 in bed 4 and thought to myself ‘This couldn’t be a coincidence.’”

He chuckles softly, “Well, you found me.”

“That I did,” you lean in to inspect his cuts, “I thought I told you to be careful, handsome.”

The blood rushes to his face, “I know, maybe I just knew I’d get to see you this way.”

You gently readjust the butterfly bandage on his forehead, securing it more tightly. “You could have called me if you missed me, Spence.” you whisper.

“You were busy.”

“So were you.”

Spencer pauses, “Are you busy now?”

You step back and look at his face, his borderline puppy eyes doing the most to convince you to say yes when you were about to ask him the same thing in about another minute if he hadn’t. 

You grin widely and check your watch, “I clock out in an hour. Wait for me?”

“Always.”

It makes all the missed connections and unaligned schedules entirely worth it when he gets to finally pick you up from your hotel room for your date turned into a weekend getaway. Spencer doesn’t even bat an eye when Morgan teases him about the mystery lady he’s staying back in Maryland for, or when Hotch gives him a multilayered nod of approval when he asks for a few personal days.

It’s entirely worth it and more when you and Spencer drive up to a lake house to spend the weekend together, and you joke about how your first date ended up being your first trip as a couple. Spencer doesn’t even stumble when you refer to yourselves as a couple, just tightening his arm around your shoulder and kissing the crook of your neck softly.

It’s the most worth it when, even after you said you were a couple, on the last night after staying up watching Doctor Who reruns post other activities, Spencer curls his arm around your body tugging you closer to his and whispers into your hair, “You will be my girlfriend, right?”

To which you simply beam up at him and whisper into his neck, “Of course, handsome.”

[woncheolisms]

want you bad. (lee chan x reader)

summary: when a mishap during university examinations lands you and your colleague lee chan into a mountain of work, you suggest pulling an all nighter to get it done. you end up doing everything except the actual work assigned to you.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: teacher!dino x teacher!reader, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, slightly subby!chan, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), questionable professional behavior, chan is down bad, mentions of alcohol

It’s a little too early in the morning to talk to anyone, but when Lee Chan walks into your office with a grin and two cups of coffee, you can’t help but smile back.

You’re going over the Study Guide for the next semester when you hear a knock on your door, followed by a head of chestnut hair poking in. You usher him in with your hand, turning away from your computer screen to face him. He plops into one of two chairs before your desk, placing your cup before you. You take a sip immediately, humming as the bitter taste of coffee hits your tongue. Milk and sugar as well. Chan knows how you like your coffee by now.

“How was your weekend?” he asks, pushing up his glasses and looking at you expectantly. You realized early on that Chan doesn’t really do small talk like everyone else. He listens to everything you say attentively, no matter how drab the question. That’s what he’s doing right now, nodding as you tell him what you did on the weekend. Which isn’t much. Last week was finals week. You mostly just slept off the fatigue of it.

“I hear you,” he sighs, leaning back. “But I have to say, it was much better this time around. Last time, I was doing everything pretty much on my own.”

You scowl. “What about the other teachers?”

He rolls his eyes and makes a face. “They aren’t much help. Ugh, tenure changes people.”

You giggle at his words and he cracks a smile at the sound, returning to his coffee.

Chan is your closest—and only—friend at work. Unfortunately for you two, most of the department besides you are much, much senior to you. You joined just last semester, and until then, Chan had been braving the sea of old people (his words) all on his own. The thing about tenure is pretty real. Most of them don’t give a fuck about anything anymore except showing up to class, giving a lecture, and leaving. Almost everything else—making exam papers, then marking them afterward—falls on you and Chan. Since you’ve just started out and Chan is fairly new to this line of work too, neither of you really want to step on any toes. So you two just… do everything.

It’s naive, actually. Taking on a workload that isn’t yours. But you muscle through. You mark all the essays and submit them to the Department of Examinations. They’ll compile the result and post it on the university portal. And that’ll be it. Your job is done.

You and Chan make idle conversation as you finish your coffees. He talks about his weekend (he went hiking with his friends), complaining that his legs are sore now. His hair, which is always neatly brushed when he clocks into work, is quickly getting messier since he has a terrible habit of running his hands through it. It’s your typical morning routine. Chan shows up with coffee (even though you’ve insisted many times that you would pay for it, he doesn’t take your money), you talk about your days, and then either of you has a class or some other paperwork to get to, so you go back to your schedules.

Chan stands up, empty coffee cup in hand, sighing and stretching a bit. He brushes his hand over his torso to straighten his button-up blue shirt, shaking out his slacks too.

“I should head back now,” he announces, as usual. “I’m sure students are lining up outside my door to argue their grades.”

You snort. “I’m surprised they haven’t already broken my door down.”

A knock on your door—almost on cue—and Chan grins. You make a face and call out for whoever it is to enter. Instead of a student, in walks a wispy-looking boy in office attire and a huge stack of papers in his arms. You recognize him from the Department of Examinations. He sits at their front desk. Your eyebrows furrow.

“Everything okay?”

He nods and greets both you and Chan, eyes directed to your colleague. “I was looking for you at your office. You weren’t there.”

Chan nods. “Sorry, I’m heading there right now.”

The boy brushes it off, placing the stack of papers on your desk. You look at the pink pattern and filled bubbles on the sheet, recognizing what it is: the Multiple Choice portion from the final exam. Your mind swims with questions.

“It’s okay. I need to speak to both of you anyway, so let’s just do it here,” he says. Both of you wait for him to continue.

“The scanner isn’t working. For the MCQ sheets,” he explains, pointing to the stack of paper. “So we have no way of marking these.”

“What?” Chan looks flabbergasted. You feel the same. “So the result didn’t get published?”

The boy shakes his head. “Can’t publish the result when the papers aren’t even marked.”

“Okay…” You’re still confused. “So now what?”

“So now we need to get the machine fixed,” he replies. “Which will take over two weeks. And we can’t delay this result for so long…”

Chan’s jaw drops. You stare at him, still not understanding what’s happening.

“You’re kidding,” Chan’s voice is flat. The boy shakes his head sheepishly.

“About what?” you ask, leaning forward in your seat. The boy sighs painfully.

“You have to mark these by hand,” he states. “By tomorrow.”

You gape at him. “For two hundred and sixty students?!”

Nothing but silence. Chan groans and drops back into his chair, head falling back so he can eye the ceiling. He reaches up to run a frustrated hand through his hair, gripping it a bit and looking like he wants to pull it out. You stand up, staring at the boy who looks painfully uncomfortable. No wonder Examinations sent the front desk boy. No one else wanted to break the news.

“We can’t do it in one day!” you exclaim. “And two people only? Do you have someone who can help?”

“Uh…” he fidgets. “The answer key is in there. And we canceled classes for the day…”

Chan groans again, and you hang your head. “This is so unfair…”

“I’m really sorry,” the boy offers, his voice tiny.

“Stick it up your ass, man,” Chan says, his voice holding no venom. He already sounds so tired. You try to bite back a laugh. Not the right moment. The boy gives you both a sheepish nod before hurriedly scurrying from the office. You look at the papers in dismay.

“I hate this fucking place.”

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“Number 3… B.”

“Next.”

“Number 4… B.”

“Next.”

“Number 5… B.”

Chan scowls. “How many Bs in a row are there?”

You give him a blank look. “You designed this portion of the exam. You tell me.”

He sighs tiredly and gives you a pleading look. “I don’t have it in me to take your snark right now.”

“I’m not exactly in the mood to rain flowers down on you, Channie.”

He slams down the stack of papers in his hand on the coffee table with a heavy thwack, melting back into the couch until he’s almost lying down on it. “Can we take a break?”

You give him an exasperated look. “This is our first paper!”

“Only two hundred and fifty-nine to go,” he grins, standing up to walk towards the kitchen. “What do you want to drink?”

You lean back into the couch, hoping to disappear into it. “Poison.”

“I have iced tea.”

“Fine.”

Chan’s house is cozy enough. The TV is pretty huge, and the shelf next to it holds a myriad of books, CD boxes, little trinkets. Even a football. You haven’t been here before today, but you quickly make yourself comfortable on the couch before the coffee table. You two decided to leave work early since there were no classes, choosing to reconvene at Chan’s house at his suggestion so you could really buckle down and get this done. So far, there’s no progress. You can’t blame him, though. It’s mind-numbing work, matching numbers and letters to each other.

Chan walks back into the living room with two tall glasses of iced tea. It’s something fruity and citrusy, very enjoyable. When you two begin working again, you manage to get through around fifty papers before Chan is again whining about taking a break. This time, you don’t protest at all, standing up immediately to straighten your back and bring feeling back into your legs.

“My brain is melting,” you sigh, looking down at him. His eyes are closed, glasses slightly askew. He had changed into a hoodie and sweatpants when he got back home, and he had offered some of his clothes to you too. You had accepted gratefully, not at all in the mood to work in suit pants, which is how you ended up in a large sweater and sweats as well. He looks cozy right now, and you half-believe he has fallen asleep, when he blinks his eyes open and gives you a suggestive look.

“You know what would make this tolerable?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What?”

He stands up to rush to the kitchen, peering back in with a bottle of murky brown liquid in his hand. You give him a look.

“Lee Chan, we are not going to start drinking right now.”

“Oh, come on!” He sounds like a child as he whines, ignoring your words in favor of grabbing two glasses and walking back to the couch. “Imagine how much easier this would be if you had a little buzz going.”

“And if we mark them wrong?”

“We aren’t idiots.”

You make a face at his words, watching him pour the drinks. “I’m not so sure about that.”

He holds out the glass to you, giving you the widest brown eyes you had ever seen. You can feel yourself falter. You sigh and take the glass. Chan whoops in celebration.

Turns out, you are two hundred percent right about not wanting to drink.

Within half an hour, you are giggling over something Chan said, the paper in your hands completely ignored as he tells you about the time he almost flashed someone at the gym. He talks animatedly, using grand gestures and dramatic pauses. He is a certified Good Storyteller, something you had discovered very early on in your friendship.

He is just as enthusiastic right now, painting you a detailed picture of everything that happened. His eyes are wide and bright, hair falling into them and making him blink frequently. He makes no move to push it away. In your inebriated state, you reach out to do it for him. He stops talking, blinking at you in surprise.

You feel your face burn hot at your action. What were you thinking? You and Chan clearly don’t have that kind of relationship. While you two loved hanging out, you were for the most part professional. Sure, there were some crude jokes here and there that weren’t exactly HR friendly, but you were both friends too. It didn’t really bother either of you. But physical touch was very clearly crossing a line. And this? Brushing his hair off his forehead?

”I should probably stop drinking.” You try to joke it off, feeling how the tips of your ears burn. Chan shakes his head and laughs a bit.

”It’s okay.”

He keeps looking at you strangely. You catch the exact moment his eyes flit down to your lips. You swallow hard.

“Can I use your restroom?” You manage to choke out. You don’t have a single drop of pee in you, but it’s the only thing that can maybe get you away from Chan’s burning gaze. He nods jerkily, muttering and gesturing down the hall. You immediately stand up and walk away.

You let the water in the sink run as you stand before it, contemplating. You had never thought of Chan in a….. romantic context. Of course, he is ridiculously attractive. Bright eyes, high cheekbones, strong jaw. He is built very nice too, if the bulge of his biceps under the dress shirts he wears is any indication. But you have always written him off as a coworker, and it never occurred to you that Chan was a single, available guy your age.

You shake your head. You need to stop. He is your coworker, the only one you get along with. And you can’t mess this up. Also, HR would eat you alive. You aren’t exactly a fifty year old with tenure. You need this job.

When you sit back down on the couch, Chan gives you a tiny smile before gesturing to the papers, now scattered all over the floor and coffee table before you. You nod.

“Let’s keep going.”

And on continues the mindless drivel, but this time with new thoughts in your head. You sneak glances at Chan as you both mark the papers, and you notice how his jaw ticks every now and then, how his hair is long enough to brush against the back of his neck. His sweatshirt is huge on his frame, but you know how he is built under there. When he fiddles with the pen in his hand, your eyes linger on his fingers. You fidget.

Screw this.

Chan pauses when he feels you shift, turning his head. You see his eyes widen when you lean into him, planting your lips on his for a brief second. You pull away, enough to breathe and get a look at him. Your heart is in your throat. Everything is dead silent.

Then Chan is moving forward, lips meeting yours again.

His hands fly up to your face, cupping your jaw and the back of your head. You can feel how eager he is, his tongue peeking out to lick at your bottom lip before it is sliding into your mouth. Your stomach tightens. You sigh into him. Chan inhales sharply.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He groans. He is rising on his knee, crowding you against your end of the couch. His energy surprises you, pleasantly so, and you can already feel the heat pooling between your legs. This is new. You hadn’t expected this at all. The onslaught of sensations is too much and you can barely process his words.

You lean against the arm of the couch, letting him lead you until you're trapped under him, his weight held up with one hand next to your head. His other hand grips at your waist, sliding down your thigh and nudging it open so he can slip his hips between your legs. Every action is smooth as hell. He clearly knows what he is doing. The thought sends a zip down your spine. You clench around nothing.

When his lips finally part from yours, he doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath. He nips at your jaw, moving down to your neck. His hands are tugging on your shirt, and you put your arms up so he can pull it off you. You aren’t far behind, doing the same to him. He takes his glasses off, followed by his hoodie, and then he is shirtless before you in all his glory. You eye his chest, how surprisingly toned he is, lean and slightly buff around the shoulders and arms.

“Very unfair that you kept all this hidden from me.” You tease. Chan chuckles and pulls away from your neck enough to peer down at you.

“You wanna talk about unfair? I’ve been wanting to get in your pants since you first started. I really didn’t think I would ever get the chance.”

You can feel your heart swell. You find him adorable, despite the fact that he is between your legs and has a very obvious erection poking at your thigh. You smirk at him.

“Well, you’re here now, big boy. What’re you gonna do about it?”

His gaze heats up at your words, and then he is kissing you again, even more passionately than before. He shifts his hips enough to press directly into your core, grinding hard against you until you are keening under him. You buck up in response, and Chan’s hands scramble with the waistband of your pants before he is tugging them and your underwear off in one motion. He doesn’t slow down, unlinking your lips in favor of kissing and licking down your naked body. He noses at your stomach, biting into it a bit to make you yelp. You can feel his smirk against your skin. His hand hooks under your knee, pulling it up and apart to rest on his shoulder. Your breath hitches, shivering in anticipation.

His lips plant kisses over your labia, biting gently on the skin before his tongue pokes out. His licks are tiny but precise, lapping into your slit and finding your throbbing clit almost immediately. He wraps his lips over it and gives a hard suck, making your jaw drop as you moan loudly, eyes falling shut at the sensation. Your hand flies into his unruly hair, tugging slightly. He hums his approval into your pussy, only making you pull harder when the vibrations send you into a frenzy.

“Wanted this-” he mumbles into your clit, “for so long.”

You keen at the words. You aren’t used to this. You’ve had your share of experiences, but no one has ever wanted you this bad. No one has looked up at you from between your legs, eyes hazy, nearly crossed, cheeks flushed, lapping at you so hungrily you fear he will cry if you pull away. Already, you can feel your high building, the fastest it has ever done so.

”Channie, you’re gonna make me come.” You gasp out, planting the heel of your foot on his bare back and pushing him forward into you. He doubles down on his efforts, filthy wet noises coming from your core as he licks and sucks at you. You hurtle head first into an orgasm, sobbing and shaking through it. Chan doesn’t stop for one second, greedily lapping up every last drop that comes out of you. It’s only when you pull at his hair that he finally surfaces, the lower half of his face completely wet and shiny. You flush at the sight, watching him lick his lips. He reaches up to wipe at his chin with his index finger, before sticking that into his mouth as well. You almost come again.

“You’re filthy.”

He grins, moving up your body. “And you’re the one who just let me eat you out.”

You kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, tugging at his pants until he is shimmying them off, his cock springing up. It looks painfully hard, flushed a deep maroon, and already leaking precum. You want him in your mouth badly, but even more so in your pussy, so you shelf the desire for another time, spreading your legs wider and letting him run the tip up your slit. You let him play with you for a bit, enjoying the sensation, before you grow impatient and grip his arm, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

“No more teasing, Channie.” You whine. He curses under his breath, jerking his hips forward, tip entering you and then continuing, going further and further until his balls hit your vulva. You moan at how full you feel, how he rubs up against a delicious spot inside you, just where you need him the most.

Chan’s arms shake as he holds himself up. He is breathing heavily, interspersed with little groans.

”I’m gonna bust so quick.” He manages to grit out. You giggle breathlessly.

He is quick to set a fast pace, leaning his weight on his elbows and anchoring himself enough to drive hard into you. Your eyes roll, clenching hard around him as he pumps fiercely into you, hardly letting you take any air in. Your nails dig into his biceps, trying to find purchase. Your legs are already trembling, weak under his actions, and you are sensitive enough from your first orgasm to feel your second one build up already.

“You feel so good.” Chan gasps. And he doesn’t stop there. He rambles on and on.

”You’re so tight, god. I’ve imagined this for so long. You’re so perfect. You take me so well. Like you were made for my cock. Weren’t you? Say it.”

“I was made for your cock.” You babble, half out of your mind with lust. Chan has you nearly bent in half, hips meeting yours over and over fervently, and before you know it, you are stiffening up again, gasping and crying through another orgasm. Chan only speeds up, his voice going higher in octave until he is lurching forward, grinding hard into you, releasing ropes of cum inside you. You flush at the feeling, trying to catch your breath. He collapses on top of you.

You stare at the ceiling for a bit, hands reaching up to brush gently over Chan’s sweaty back. He shivers. You crack a small smile.

“That was….. something.”

Chan sighs into your neck. “That was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You bark out a laugh at his words. Typical Chan. So dramatic. You can feel his cheeks stretch with a smile at the sound of your giggles. You settle in again, continuing to stroke his back. Neither of you make any effort to move.

“You’re buying me dinner.” You say. Chan laughs and nods eagerly.

[hyeitsrim]

Roommate-ship...? | P.SH one-shot

you and your roommate has always kept things platonic, but one night changes everything, the way you view him as a friend and the way you feel. You can't deny it, you start feeling this pull between you both, an attraction that was never there. At first, it was subtle, just lingering touches and looks but soon more actions start to unravel and before you know it, you’ve dug yourself into a hole too deep to get out now. wc: {3.6k}

WARNINGS!!: fluff, slightly suggestive, (english isn't my first language :/)

genre: non-idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

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break it off (bonus) by Pinkpantheress

lowkey by niki

roller coaster by NMIXX

attracted to you by Pinkpantheress

—YOUR roommate was back home from the gym and you were in the living room, watching your usual show. You greeted him without looking back as the show was reaching its climax, “hey”. “hey” Sunghoon called back, his footsteps coming to a halt with what sounds like behind you. You turned behind to face him, and ohmigawd, he looked good, like good good. His hair was damp probably from all the sweating and his tank top clung onto his skin perfectly. “y-yes..?” you cleared your throat, turning away to focus back on your show.

Sunghoon of course noticed this and chuckled to himself, leaning down slightly to tease you, “nothing, just wanted to see what you’re up to” he said before backing up and walking away. You sat there on the couch, your mind repeating what happened just now over and over again, no longer focusing on your movie.

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It was time for dinner, and you decided to cook some simple ramen instead of having take outs because money’s been tight lately. Sunghoon emerges from the shared bathroom in your guys’ apartment and leans on the counter next to you, towel draped loosely around his neck, “whatcha making?”

“ramen” you said shortly, your gaze still focused on the pot of simmering noodles before Sunghoon’s words snapped you out of your thoughts, “mind if I help?” he asked. You tilted your head up to him and raised a brow, contemplating to whether or not trust him to not burn the kitchen down. “I won’t burn it” he added on and you chuckled, “you can’t burn ramen” you said with a pause before adding on too, “but for you, that seems like a possibility”.

Sunghoon chuckled at your words and gave you a mocked pout. You rolled your eyes at his gesture and stepped aside, signaling for him to take charge of tonight’s dinner. You watched him closely as he grabbed the set of chopsticks sitting in the pot, gently stirring it around as his brows drew in together with focus.

you smiled to yourself at the sight and turned away quickly before Sunghoon could even sense your staring. You turned to grab a knife and started chopping away at some vegetables before turning to Sunghoon with a cutting board filled with diced up lettuces.

Sunghoon turned to you and raised a brow, eyeing the board in your hand, “balanced meal, huh?” he said as he grabbed the board from you, his fingers briefly brushing against yours. That alone sent a jolt through you and you’re pretty sure H/n felt it too. “mhm..” you hummed at his question, not trusting yourself to speak as you busied yourself with other tasks.

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It was late at night, you were finishing up your assignments and heard Sunghoon’s door creaked open. His tall figure stepped out of the room, heading towards the kitchen like his brain was on autopilot. Even in his disheveled state, he still looked really good, with his hair sticking up in certain places and his shirt slightly riding up on his waist… it was a sight to see. As if he sensed your staring, he turned around to face you after grabbing a glass of water from the sink, his eyes trained closely on you.

Thanks to the dim lighting, (you hope) he didn’t see your staring as you quickly returned your attention and gaze back to the assignment in front of you, your fingers typing away on the keyboard. Then, in the corner of your eye, you saw him moving towards you before he settled himself down beside you on the ground too. you watched him from your peripheral vision as he took another huge gulp of the glass of water before setting the glass down at the coffee table in front both of you.

You continued typing away on your laptop, none of the stuff you’re typing out are making sense and you hope Sunghoon won’t notice that. “hey, are those my glasses?” Sunghoon spoke as he tapped on the glasses on your head. You turned to him and widened your eyes, a playful grin coming onto your face, “no?”. With this, Sunghoon scoffed and shuffled slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours for a second too long before he leaned away. “oh, sure. I guess a pair of glasses that looks exactly like mine fell down from the sky and landed on your head” he said sarcastically.

you turned to him and rolled your eyes, your elbow nudging him slightly in which he flinched to, “I’m sorryy, i just wanted to use it for a while” you said with a mocked pout and he scoffed again, his eyes flitting down to eye your pout and your kissable lips. “mm, sure. could’ve just asked, sweetheart” he said as he gently tapped his index finger on your pout before standing up to go back into his room.

Your breath hitched at his last movement and your lips tingled from the sensation, your mind reeled back to the scene again and you blushed, your stomach doing somersaults at the action. Why was he teasing you like this? He could’ve just kissed you! But he didn’t. You quickly shake away your thoughts and returned back to your assignment, except you couldn’t focus at all.

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The next day, it was early in the morning and you were planning to go to the grocery shop to get some new supplies. You quickly emerged from the bathroom after brushing your teeth and headed into your room to change. Last night’s interaction of you and Sunghoon still kept on playing in your head like a broken record. With the lingering looks and touches, the slightly flirty comments, you can’t help but feel like there’s something more in this… friendship…? roommate-ship…?

You quickly put on a hoodie you found on the floor that smelled okay and slipped on a pair of jeans before heading out the door. Just then, Sunghoon’s voice made you jump, “where ya going?”. You turned to see him in the kitchen with a juice box in his hand, a weary curious look on his face as he watched you. “uhm… grocery shopping” you said with a smile as you held up your tote bag for him to see. “ah…” he said with a curt nod as he continued sipping away at his juice box, the silence stretched out between you two before he finally finished the rest of the juice and threw the box away, “may I join?” he asked.

You widened your eyes at his question and nodded quickly, wanting to spend more time with him. wait, what? “okay, just give me a minute to get ready” he said before disappearing into his own room. You stood there, waiting for him as your mind was in a jumble of thoughts because of Sunghoon. This felt weird, you have never felt like this before, why did one random night change everything? about to way you feel, your perspective on Sunghoon…

Sunghoon soon came out of his room and smiled warmly at you. Your heart fluttered at the smile, and your lips twisted up into a small smirk too. He was dressed in simple clothing, just a very loose black sweater with some baggy jeans. “ready to go?” You asked and he nodded and you both went out of the apartment together.

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚

At the grocery shop, you both browsed through various aisles, the shopping list that you made completely forgotten. “oh! this one, I’ve seen it all over social media” you said as you pointed to a pack of candies on a shelf. When you try to grab it, you struggled a lot as it was out of your reach. “mmph…” you huffed out, your arms straining as you tried to reach for it once more. Sunghoon found the sight cute and enjoyed on how your hoodie was rising up behind your back, revealing a tad bit of skin to him. After what seem like an eternity, he finally reached forward and helped you grab it, “here” he said as he handed it to you.

“thank you” you said gratefully and when you tried to grab it from him, he held it out of your reach, a playful glint on his face. ”hey! give it!” you called out, your arms reaching forward once again to grab the pack of candies. “come and get it then” Sunghoon teased as he held the pack of candies higher, his grin turning into a full blown smile as he watched you struggle. “i hate you” You said and gave up, pushing your cart past him as you started browsing other areas.

“awhh, okay fine, I’m sorry” Sunghoon said as he quickly caught up with you and placed the pack of candies into the cart, a soft smile on his lips as he observed your grumpy state. “hey, don’t be mad” he said gently, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair. You felt your stomach doing weird things again, but you tried to act indifferent as you just nodded to his apology and kept your gaze on the shelves.

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It was a few hours after grocery shopping and you were doing your last few bits on a math assignment you had to hand in tomorrow. You were struggling a lot with this one question, where it wanted you to find the classic: x. You sighed and slouched back on the couch behind you, none of it made sense, you tried out every formula, checked the answer sheet multiple times, even asked ChatGPT for the answer and yet, you still couldn’t find the explanation you desperately wanted.

After a few more minutes, Sunghoon appeared and sat down next to you on the couch, a concerned look on his face, “need help, sweetheart?”. You tried to act nonchalant about the pet name he gave you but your ears betrayed your stoic appearance as it burned bright red. Thankfully, Sunghoon didn’t notice it because of the dim lighting once again.

“help me find x…” you said, feeling burned out and bummed as you passed him the paper, almost crumbled up from how many times you’ve erased your answer on it. “okay, let’s see…” he mumbled as he stood up and went to grab his glasses. He came back with his glasses on and frowned at the question, his facial expressions turning serious. You watched as the gears worked in his head and you felt at awe as he punched in a couple of numbers in the calculator and showed the device to you, a raised brow on his face. “this the answer?”

You were expecting it to be wrong as you mindlessly flickered your eyes to the calculator and you widened your eyes, leaning forward to make sure you saw it right, holy shit! he got it right?? You gawked at how fast he found the answer when you’ve been spending hours on it and at one point, you even wanted to cry while he just effortlessly solved it. “h-how.. did you do it?” you spluttered out, your mind still reeling from the shock.

he grinned at your reaction and nodded softly, his body scooting closer to you as he explained it slowly, “ah, so you see… you actually have to simplify this first and then….” his voice faded as you watched his side profile, his brows furrowing together in focus and his scent engulfing you deliciously. You swallowed harshly when you’ve realized he’s staring back at you too, “Y/nnn? Are you listening?” he snapped his fingers in front of you multiple times before you shook your thoughts away and nodded quickly, “uh yes, go on” you said.

“anyways, back to what I was saying,” Sunghoon said as he kept his gaze on you, a skeptical brow raised high up as he went on the explain the question. After a few more tries, he finally got you to understand to simple equation. “ohhhh, I seeee” you said as it clicked in your head, “it was that easy! I’m so dumb” you said with a sigh as you grabbed your paper from Sunghoon. “yeah, maybe you are” he teased and you glared at him, reaching out to lightly flick his forehead, “no one told you to speak”.

“i don’t care,” Sunghoon said playfully, another smug smirk coming onto his face, “I’m basically smarter than you” he said proudly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed one of the pillows from the couch to throw it at him, your Math paper long forgotten. “hey!” he yelled as he grabbed the pillow too and hit your shoulder hard. “ow! that hurts!” you said as you clutched your shoulder before the pillow hit you in the face. “aha! bullseye!” Sunghoon said with a laugh.

“ouch!!” you said as you recovered from the hits and hit him on his chest with your balled up fists. “that does not even hurt a single bit, sweetheart. try harder” Sunghoon provoked and you groaned, giving up completely and not wanting to humor him no more.

“oh? what happened? surrendered?” he spoke playfully and you stuck your tongue out at him, your arms crossing in front of your chest. “childish” he tutted with a few shakes of his head. Your heart raced from all the fighting and mostly because of Sunghoon, as you tried to catch your breath. After a few moments of silence, Sunghoon spoke up as he glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late, I should get to bed” he said as he stood up and stretched in front of you. You watched as his back muscles flexed under the thin fabric of his shirt when he stretched but you quickly averted your gaze and nodded, “goodnight” you muttered disappointingly.

“night, sweetheart”

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It was the next day and you were working your late night shift in the cafe as it was the weekends. You’ve recently been wanting to help Sunghoon to help with the rent as you guys share an apartment and it’s been going well lately. You were wiping the cashier counter because it was getting late and no one was coming in, so you decided to busy yourself.

Just then, someone came in. “Welcome!” you called out when the bells on the cafe door jingled. “Hey, sweetheart“ a familiar voice spoke up. You jerked your head up at the sound of Sunghoon and immediately felt your spirits lifting and heard angels singing…? Anyways, you flashed a bright smile at him and asked, “what are you doing here? Don’t you have a shift?”.

“manager let me off early ‘cause we had no customers” Sunghoon casually stated as he checked around the cafe curiously, “never knew you work in such a cozy place, I should come here more often” he said. “you should…” you muttered under your breath and Sunghoon heard it as he smirked to himself before turning to face you, “what’s that?”. You looked up to him with wide eyes and shook your head, acting nonchalant about it as you went to rinse some dirty drink making appliances, “nothing”

Sunghoon frowned at your words and shrugged, he’ll let you off the hook, for now. “can I please get a drink?” he said as he walked closer to the cashier counter you were at. You hummed as you focused on cleaning the blender first before placing it on the drying rack and turned to face him, putting on a face you usually do when you face customers, “what can I get you, sir?”. “hmmm…” Sunghoon hummed as he observed the menu on a chalk board behind you before finally deciding, “I’d like a iced latte” he said with a smirk, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“coffee late at night? Got it” you said as you got ready to do his order and Sunghoon scoffed at your words, “shouldn’t I pay you first? and by the way, coffee tastes better at night” he said defensively. You turned around to face him, a playful smirk playing on your lips, “it’s on the house” you said. Sunghoon widened his eyes at your comment and chuckled, leaning on the counter slightly as he eyed you, “oh? are you sure?” he said and you nodded, turning back to make his drink.

After a few moments, you were done with his drink and handed it to him, writing his name on the cup with a heart behind it, “a cup of latte for Sunghoon that’s on the house” you said with a wink as you handed him the drink. Sunghoon smiled warmly at the writing on the cup as he took it from you, your fingers brushing again except it lingered for a second longer before Sunghoon pulled away, leaving you in a spiral of thoughts and butterflies. “thanks, Y/n” he said sincerely before popping the cap off the cup and took a sip. “it’s really good” he complimented.

You smiled proudly at his words and tossed your hair back dramatically, your smile turning into a smug grin, “Of course, it’s made with love”. “eh? made with love?” Sunghoon said with wide eyes as he glanced at you, something flashing in his eyes that you can’t quite put a finger on, “how nice…” he muttered before taking another sip.

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It was past midnight and you both were in the apartment, already in your pajamas. You wore your new teddy bear pajamas because you’ve been wanting to wear it but keep forgetting. Sunghoon emerged from the bathroom after taking a shower and he saw you in the pjs, “that’s cute” he commented as he approached you. You turned around to face him, you were in the kitchen, making your breakfast for tomorrow morning, “what?” you asked, confused. “the pajamas?” Sunghoon said as he gestured towards the clothing with his head, his glasses sliding down his nose as he did that.

“Mm… thanks” you said as you flushed slightly and smiled to yourself, your fingers absent-mindedly playing with the hem of your pajama top. “Why? thought I was talking about you?” Sunghoon teased and you rolled your eyes, hitting him in the chest harshly, “shut up” you murmured. “Aw… flustered?” he taunted as he stepped closer to you, his hand coming up to brush against your cheek with his knuckles. Your breath hitched at his action and your insides were fluttering like crazy, he was getting really close, like really really close.

“Sunghoon… uhm…” you tried to get words out of your mouth but failed as he got even closer, his hand dropping down to your chin to grab it, his other arm caging you against the kitchen counter, “hm?” he hummed, his head dipping slightly to meet eye to eye with you. You held his gaze and felt your mind wanting to explode at that point, that slight smirk on his lips indicating he knew what he was doing. “you’re teasing me…” you muttered and he slide his hand down from your chin to the nape of your neck before finally sliding down to your waist as he pulled you closer to him, “am I?”

you swallowed harshly as he pulled you closer, your gaze quickly slipping down to his lips, “yes, you are” you tried to say sternly. Sunghoon chuckled at your attempt to stay serious, his gaze following yours and dropped down to your lips too, “I just want to repay you for my free coffee earlier, sweetheart” he whispered. He then leaned forward, his lips gently brushing against yours before pulling back, his smug expression turning tender. Your breath caught in your throat as he did that and you leaned forward too, making the kiss last a little bit longer.

Sunghoon’s eyes widened at your move and smirked against your lips, finally fluttering his eyes close as he slid his hand that was on your waist underneath your shirt, gently caressing the skin there as the kiss turned more passionate, more heated. Your breathing was getting heavy as he pushed you harder against the kitchen counter, his head tilting to the side slightly as he inserted his tongue into your mouth.

your arms snaked up to wrap around his neck, your head tilting to the side too as you gave him a better angle, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth before he pulled away to grab some air. You stared at him with hooded eyes, dazed and before you knew it, he took off his glasses, placed it down on the kitchen counter and dipped his head and started peppering your neck with kisses, his kisses leaving a trail of heat behind, his hand under your shirt snaking higher and higher, like he’s been waiting for this moment.

you let out a shaky sigh and tilted your head, letting him kiss more of your neck as his kisses turned into nibbles and nibbles turned into suckles. His hand under your shirt brushed against your under boob, your back arching off the kitchen counter slightly as you gasped. Your legs were about to give in as you stumbled onto him weakly, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt tightly. Sunghoon noticed this and slid his hands down to your thighs, easily hoisting you up and carried you. He pulled away from your neck and started devouring your lips again, except more harshly this time as he didn’t break from the kiss while carrying you to his bedroom.

“Mmh..” you hummed against his lips, your lips moving against his in sync as he gently settled you down on his bed, the mattress dipping below both of you as he settled himself between your legs. You pulled back from the kiss, your eyes roaming around his face just like how your hands were roaming around his body. Sunghoon marveled at your flushed state and how the moonlight from the window of his bedroom glowed so gorgeously on you.

“I’ve been waiting for so long…” he whispered as he grazed his fingers against your cheekbone, gently brushing a few strands of your hair back as you pulled him closer by tugging on the hem of his shirt, “me too” you said slowly before pulling him back for another kiss.

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The next morning, you woke up early, actually you didn’t wake up early, you didn’t even sleep the whole night as you kept on admiring the one beside you in bed and replayed the moments of last night in your head. You quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed the nearest clothing off the floor and went into the kitchen.

You grabbed a bottle of water to drink and chugged it down quickly before going into the bathroom to take care of your teeth routine. After that, you trailed towards the kitchen and decided to make eggs for breakfast since last night you got so distracted by Sunghoon instead of making your actual breakfast. You grabbed a frying pan and some eggs from the fridge, turning the stove on as you placed the pan on top of the fire while you poured some oil into it.

While you were busy making the eggs, a warm presence suddenly embraced you from behind, “morning” Sunghoon said as he pecked a kiss on the nape of your neck softly. “good morning” you said as you cracked the eggs into the pan, hoping you won’t pop the yolks. “making breakfast? Are you making some for me too?” he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the skin there.

Shivers went down your spine at that and you accidentally let a giggle slipped past your lips, “yes, of course” you said before adding on, “in return for such a wonderful night” you said suggestively. Sunghoon chuckled lowly behind you and pinched your waist lightly before pulling away to go to the bathroom. You already miss his scent, his presence, his warm embrace, his everything.

ugh, you thought as you rolled your eyes, “I’m so whipped” you muttered to yourself.

a/n: first time finishing a one-shot I like it sm eek!!!! <3

[wistyblue]

Duet

Summary: MC stumbled upon House of Lamentation's music room. Curious about what other things the room could provide for their human curiosity, MC decided to fiddle around the area. After some time, Lucifer heard a melodic tune coming from the music room.

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It was middle of the night (well to Yuki it felt like in the middle of night) when they decided to take an impromptu walk around the HoL. It was a weekend night and their insomnia is hitting them hard. With the piles of paperwork and assignments waiting to be finished in their desk back in their bedroom, sleep was no longer in their agenda for the night.

MC: *mumbles* Beel is already asleep and had his fill for the night. So no need to guard the fridge.

The human made their nth lap around the living room and dining room of the night, their night gown dragging on the cold tiled floor while their sheep themed fuzzy slippers protecting the soles of their feet.

MC: I could go for a game night with Levi...But that new VR horror game just came out.

Yuki glanced upward before wincing upon hearing a screech and followed by a loud thud.

MC: Don't wanna get in the crossfire.

The dual colored haired human let out a snort after remembering a fond memory.

MC: We might run to each other again. *shaking their head* I also don't want another fallen figurine happening.

Continuing their walk around the house, Yuki entered the library.

MC: I wonder of there are any interesting fiction...

Yuki scoured through the bookshelves for any literary to read the night away, a daunting thought creeped into their mind:

MC: Wait. If I'm over here trying to find something read, why can't I just do the assignments??? *Groans*

MC: Welp. Down goes my mood to read.

Yuki glanced around the library for any semblance of entertainment before stopping at a specific closed door, the music room.

With newfound interest shining in their eyes, Yuki sauntered over to the closed door before pulling them open, revealing a familiar luxurious room with a grand piano on one side of the room and the planetarium at the next room over with the fountain in the middle.

MC: This is the music room. I wonder if there are any instruments other than the piano.

Yuki sat on the piano's bench and started to play a couple of the keys while eyeing their surrounding, trying to guess where the other instruments would be stored in.

A small pout presented itself on their face as they absentmindedly started to play some more of the keys on the large instrument. Disappointed at their failed search for any musical instruments, the human's frown deepened.

MC: How insane could it be if there was some secret code enchanted on this piano?

They chuckled at the thought before eyeing for any secret or hidden alcoves. Afterall, a certain prideful demon has his own office hidden within the library.

After getting no response from the piano keys, Yuki decided to play the instrument more seriously.

The piano was never their forte. Due to their short stature, the lengths of their limbs were unfortunately also short in length, causing them to unable to reach some of the keys.

It didn't help that the grand piano was larger than average.

With a defeated sigh, Yuki accepted that there was no other instruments in the "music" room. Feeling betrayed and cheated by the room, the human decided to take things into their own hands.

Recently, their immortal human mentor taught them an interesting spell. A transmutation spell, a spell where one could change the form or structure of an object while maintaining its original material composition.

MC: Now... I wonder which item here won't be missed.

Their mischievous gaze landed on a small, simple flower vase that was made of metal.

MC: Ah ha! The vase for the body and the stem of the flowers for the strings! The flowers could just be the decor.

The human internally chuckled to themselves before holding the vase close to their chest. Muttering the spell under their breath, the vase started to glow a gentle yellow.

Not long after, the vase's glowing figure started to melt and contort into a different shape, akin to the desired instrument Yuki wanted. A violin.

MC: *cough* *cough* Ack...I should've used a wand instead of doing a verbal spell...

Despite the unwanted side effect, Yuki was able to successfully turn the vase and its flower into a violin and its bow. With a large prideful grin plastered on their vase, the human walked towards the planetarium to play the instrument.

MC: This place is perfect to play the violin!

Their face lit up as they eyed the bright and glowing decor. The stars twinkled above while the planets and moons swayed around the room. The chains that were attached to the large orbs clinked at itself at each sway.

MC: Quiet, peaceful, and the perfect atmosphere to perform!

A small, gentle smile presented itself on the human's face. Yuki carefully positioned the butt of the violin on their left shoulder and angling it downward and to the left. Their right hand held the bow with composed fingers.

With the tune they want in their head, the human started to play their instrument.

(You may play the video below as you read the rest, simply ignore the piano in the background)

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Lucifer was busy (tiredly) finishing up this week's paper works, he was finally half way there. It was a sight to see, it had been a long time since the plies of finished paper works are taller than the unfinished ones.

The demon sighed as he gave his hand a rest after hours of writing. Rolling his shoulders and stretching his back. It was a habit he picked up from a certain eccentric human. Usually he would continue until someone pulls him out of it, but ever since MC started helping with the paper works, Lucifer started to witness certain human activities from them.

Lucifer leaned back on his chair, mimicking how Yuki would use the coach to...crack their back. He was still getting used to hearing a loud pops and cracks without expecting a broken or dislocated bone.

Lucifer: *mumble* Barbatos must have gotten Lord Diavolo to do his paperworks.

The man noted how there were lesser paperworks that were dumped on him by the demon prince. Even if there was an off-chance when the red-head gives him more work, Barbatos and Yuki would always step in and scold him for it. Though, the human tends to take the paperworks.

The demon felt an upward twitch at the corner of his lips.

Lucifer: Hmph. For their rambunctious nature, MC have been a huge help, not for my family, but to the Devildom.

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All of a sudden, a melodic tune permitted through the walls and into his ears.

Lucifer: Hmm?

His gaze focused on his study door, Lucifer wondered what could be creating that lovely melody. Maybe one of his younger brothers was playing a favorite tune from their beloved anime, or perhaps it was a catchy song they stumbled across while scrolling through media. It could even be an old classic or just something soothing to listen to while drifting off to sleep. But in the end, he set those thoughts aside.

The melody felt...more real. It didn't sound like it came from an electronic device or from a gramophone. The music felt real, raw even.

Lucifer: *looks at his desk clock* Its late. My brothers should be either asleep or in their rooms.

With a tired sigh, Lucifer stood up from his chair and walked out of his study, making the melody more audible. To his surprise, the melody came from the next room over, the music room.

Lucifer: Someone's playing in the music room? This late at night?

The demon was not only confused as to why someone would be playing an instrument at such a late time, but also...When did they have any string instrument?

Lucifer: I'm certain that we only have a piano placed in there...Unless someone decided to either buy or rent a new instrument.

He hummed while deep in thought as he sauntered towards where the melodic tune was coming from. He could name a few of his brothers that would be interested in playing an instrument, all having their own reasons.

Lucifer: But I would've received a notification for any purchases for an instrument.

The demon walked in to the room with stride before stopping as stared that behold within the room. Beside the large grand piano, stood a human calmly playing a gold-plated violin.

Lucifer was awestrucked. The long sleeves of the human's night gown flowed at each movement of their arms, their body swayed in-rhythm with the gentle melody of the violin, and their face was calm and unbothered as they played the violin with their eyes closed. The demon's ears twitched upon picking up a soft hum from the human.

After what felt like hours for Lucifer, Yuki's eyes slowly opened as they neared the ending of their small performance. A small and prideful smile etched on the human's face as they leaned on the piano after standing for who knows how long.

The human's gaze flickered upwards and stared in shock, realizing that there was another person in the room.

MC, face flushed red: LUCIFER?!

The man in question chuckled before strolling towards the blushing human.

Lucifer: I must say...I never thought I've picked such a talented human for the exchange program.

Yuki continued to mutter about how embarrassing the whole situation was while they fiddled with their string instrument.

Suddenly, from the corner of their vision, Yuki watched as Lucifer sat himself on the piano's designated chair before prepping himself to play the large instrument.

MC, raising an eyebrow in confusion: Uhh...What are you doing?

Lucifer, smirk: Well? Isn't obvious? I would like to play a piece with you.

MC: But--

Lucifer: I have heard that violins and pianos form a wonderful pair.

MC, pouts: Don't you have paperworks to finish?

Lucifer hummed, pondered on the human's words before shrugging and positioned his hands and fingers on the keys.

Lucifer: Then, you'll have to merely help me finish them then.

Leaving no room for negotiation or arguements.

MC: Why you---*sighs*

Positioning themselves next to the piano and fixing their posture for their violin, Yuki shot Lucifer a smile.

MC: Well then, what piece would you like to play?

Lucifer: I'm glad you asked.

From the palm of his, shone a bright light before dissipating and revealed two pieces of paper.

Lucifer: It's an old piece.

He placed one of the sheet on the music stand while levitating the other infront of the human.

Lucifer: I turned your into a version that you'd understand. The sheet music was made hundreds of years ago.

MC, nods with a hum: Mhm. I think I could read this.

Scanning the sheet for a while, they noticed certain key signatures that were used indicated at the type of music they were about to perform.

MC, snuck a glance at Lucifer: This is a lullaby.

Lucifer nodded.

MC: Ready when you are.

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Lucifer: Oh right.

Sneaking a glance at Yuki, he raised a question.

Lucifer: Do you perhaps know what happened to that antique vase that was placed on the table behind me?

The question caused Yuki to play the wrong tune before clearing their throat and continued to play correctly with a few mistakes.

MC: O-oh! Uhm...What does it look...like?

Lucifer, smirking: Well...It's a golden vase with a VERY rare flower in it. In fact, if my memory serves me right, it was a welcome gift Barbatos gave to us.

MC: Oh! R-Really...now...

Lucifer, nods: Mhm.

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...

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Lucifer: So. Where did you get that violin?

MC: ...You know damn well where I got this.

Lucifer laughed before pulling the human to his side, sharing the already small chair with them.

Lucifer: And you already know that I was messing with you. *Kisses the top MC's head*

MC, blushes: ...a-hole

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[bruiisedfawn]

it's so frustrating that i could get so much done if i actually did things instead of just sitting here .....

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[shroomerr]

Oh, help me God, this hellboy got me coming back for more

reblogs super appreciated !!! close-ups under the cut !

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

I'm slowly making my way through a new project- editing the entirety of the album PUNCH by Autoheart to the Life Series.

I was originally planning to post all of the edits in order of the songs on the album, but I instead made the Lent one first and am too excited to keep it in my drafts any longer while I work on the first four songs of the album (especially since we're coming up on finals seasons and the amount of time I'll have to work on these is gonna plummet so fast). So instead, I'll be posting them as I make them and make a masterpost of them all in order at the end.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this! I'm really proud of it and a lot of work went into it.

[ghostieblotts]

So many projects I want to work on, so much planning to do for fun trips, so much holiday fun imminent, and not enough time

[starealm]

how to tell my mom that after i graduate i wanna take a month long break to geek out 😔😔 i wanna play video games, maybe finish a game or two. i wanna work on my fanfics. maybe finish reading one of the books i started. i wanna watch shows and movies.

I WANNA PLAY GAMES BRO I MISS PLAYING FF7 I MISS MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW CLOUD BRO also crying over the fact that i’m now older than him… at least in this game

[dyketennant]

i think next semester is finally going to be the one that gives me a heart attack and kills me 💞

[ectoplasmer]

rgrhrgrhgr going insane thinking about how I have felt so much love and affection for a character from a card game anime of all things!! for over two years!!! one of the most frustrating guys ever nonetheless!!!!

[jaerockyaoi]

it might just be bc it's late and i get sad sometimes when it's late but i'm sad i like feeel soooo bad about several things and i feel like i want to cry but i can't ughh idk...