#heart went on a rollercoaster ride

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Okay but Mohk is such a green flag. It hurt me to watch this episode 😭. Like we've known for a few episodes now that mohk cares deeply for Day. He himself only put words to that feeling this episode.

Call it whatever you want but he is starting to realise this is more. And it hurts because the thing he struggles with most is if he is wanted. The previous episodes even pointed out that he broke up with Porjai because he didn't want to burden her.

With all that in mind the way he treats August is of someone who genuinely believes in Day's happiness. He doesn't assume he knows better. He doesn't assume he's the one who has to "protect" Day. Don't get me wrong, he's protective. he's always there in case he does need him, but he tries to let him fight his own battles.

There is a certain kind of jealousy that always gets glorified in media. And i get it's appeal. But this kind of jealousy - the kind where you want to be the helper (or the match maker as Mohk says). Where you have to be aware of yourself and your place- that speaks to me way more. It's the kind of jealousy where you aren't claiming ownership, but you're wishing you could be their safe space. And if you can't you will make them that safe space even if it's at the cost of your feelings.

Here's the thing though. Mohk is Day's safe space. He's the first person Day looks for when he feels overwhelmed. His absence at the party clearly affected Day too. Mohk is his shoulder to cry on, his narrator, and his eyes. He's someone Day knows he can rely on without feeling like he's being 'taken care of'. And yet.

Honestly. I get it. You do not get over your lifelong crush that easily. Realising your feelings for one person does not automatically get you guidebook on your own feelings. It's hard every time. (And upto this exact moment I was fully ready to defend August and his actions but the "I kissed him coz I pity him" thing really had me seething)

And Jimmy. Sir. The actor that you are. I felt his pain and confusion throughout the episode. The despair, the longing, the butterflies, the desire. Doc. UNFAIIIIRRRR

Based on nothing but the way he was looking at Day in this scene I knew we were getting a kiss. He manages to pack sooooo much emotion in those eyes I was DYING IN ANTICIPATION OVER HERE. I knew Jimmy and Sea were going to ruin us with this series and I was right. Damn.

[redisrobinhearts]

Sometimes, Tim calls Bruce daddy.

And while nobody except him and Bruce knows this, it’s something Bruce cherishes so, SO deeply.

The first time it happens is when Bruce comes back from the time stream - they hug, like normal. Neither wanted to pull away, it was the first time Tim felt grounded, like he was coming out from a haze or when a rollercoaster slowed to a stop after a near heart stopping ride.

Bruce clung to Tim, his son, like if he let go he ran the risk of disappearing all over again and Tim held on even tighter. He could feel how Tim had clearly lost weight, his hair oily and long, pale skin impossibly paler. Tim’s whole body trembled with how he held onto Bruce, his father.

It was in that sole moment, where Tim was no longer just Bruce’s from a few documents, but his son. Unequivocally his boy.

He knew Tim knew it too because only seconds after that his body buckled and he broke into shuddering sobs, his voice raspy from lack of use as he cried out for Bruce, his father.

Bruce followed him to the ground, cradling him the same way he had when he had found Tim wailing over jack’s body and scooping the blood back onto his father in a delusional attempt to try save him.

Tim had always called Jack ‘daddy’. He referred to the man as his father to others but when speaking to him he called him daddy. He had just never grown out of it and Jack had never told him to stop, because that was his boy, his sweet Timothy.

It was so innocent and Tim’s childhood had been subpar at the best of times so why would he ask his little boy to stop? After the coma he near cried the first time he heard Timothy’s voice, deeper than the last time he heard it yet sweet and while Tim may have looked different that was still his son, his little boy, despite Tim’s groaning at him calling him that.

So when Tim had sobbed into Bruce’s chest and cried out one choked little

“Dad.. daddy..”

Bruce nearly shed tears himself. He squeezed Tim closer, vowing to never let his little boy have to experience this ever again. His heart ached, whole body pained from the knowledge and lack of knowledge of what Tim had went through while he was gone.

After that it didn’t happen too often.

Tim had PTSD, that much was for sure. While Tim wouldn’t talk about it, Bruce knew about the screaming of kon’s name out on the balcony from Tim’s room, the teleportations to Kent farm and the desperate calls in the middle of the night after nightmares or bouts of paranoia and episodes.. but Tim never mentioned it.

As much as Bruce hated supers in Gotham unannounced, especially the manor. He’d let this slide, he had to. If anything kon never got upset or mad at Tim for this, always on his balcony in mere seconds, picking up the calls on the first few rings..

He’d woken to Tim standing over him in the dark or peaking through his only opened an inch bedroom door, all wide eyed and uncanny. It was terrifying the first few times he could admit.

He’d almost immediately know it was nightmares, sometimes he’d walk Tim back to bed, sometimes he’d let tim stay in bed with him - he knew Tim wouldn’t sleep.

But sometimes Tim would break into sobs after Bruce wakes - like suddenly snapping into it and clinging to him, crying for his daddy, like he thought Bruce was dead or gone or god knows what.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Sometimes, Tim calls Bruce daddy.

Tim won’t talk about it.

It’s a horrible tension in the manor.

Nobody will talk about it.

Sometimes, dick comes and visits.

Tim and dick have screaming matches - it reminds Bruce of his own with his eldest.

Neither will talk about it.

Jason accuses Tim of being crazy.

Tim accuses dick of thinking he’s crazy every fight.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Jason cracks an unsavoury joke about asking if Tim had to steal some of Lex’s cum for his science experiment.

The ensuing screaming match was more Tim screaming almost incoherently at Jason until he could barely speak - Jason, shockingly, was stunned by Tim’s reaction and sudden mood swing to what he had thought was a harmless joke.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Damian says dick should’ve just sent Tim to Arkham instead of recommending some moronic therapist from Metropolis.

Dick actually seemed angry at Damian’s words, which was different to the normal exasperation.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Tim doesn’t eat much. Alfred claims master Timothy has suddenly found he dislikes many foods than before.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Cass and Tim don’t seem nearly as close as before - or rather, Tim has shut himself away.

Neither will talk about it.

Tim mostly eats alone in his bedroom - or not at all.

Tim won’t talk about it.

Sometimes, Tim calls Bruce daddy.

Sometimes, Tim gets into screaming matches with the man he once looked at like he hung the stars in the sky.

Sometimes, Tim seems normal and then has mood swings so heavy it stuns his second eldest brother who himself has rollercoaster level mood swings.

Sometimes, Tim pushes out his big sister.

Sometimes, Tim changes entirely.

Sometimes, Tim calls Bruce daddy.

But Tim won’t talk about it.

[1-800-local-slut]

I so desperately need more liam smut 😫😫 literally searching the ends of the universe to find good liam content and i found your blog!

And idk if you write for Issac Lahey but if you feel up to it id love some Switch!Issac smut

Nasty Dog

Liam's never wanted something so bad, and things get a little nasty when you come over to watch a movie.

Liam Dunbar x Black! McCall! Reader

Warnings: smut, male masturbation, unprotected sex (guys please wear condoms) , Liam is a munch, Liam is pathetic over you like he literally drools at the sight of you

Note- Scott and the reader are cousins, so obviously you have a black parent. Black people can be any shade of black despite having a white parent! I'm always going to be a whore for any of Scott's friends being down bad for his sister, but I wanted to switch things up a little

Thank you for the request and I hope you like this enough to send another one <3

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Pathetic, Liam felt so pathetic. He felt his cheeks burning, not only from the shame but speed of which he was pumping his hand up and down his dick that also felt very hot.

He just met you. Not even an hour ago, it took 45 minutes and a game of Twister that he had to hide in the bathroom and attempt to make it fast. He had gotten lucky; Scott had gone to the airport to pick up your mom since you took the train in so he couldn't hear him pathetically humping his hand to the mental image he couldn't erase of you bending backwards with both feet firmly planted to put your left hand on red under Stiles's arm (who's heart sped up so fast when you jumped into his arms thrilled to see him again that Liam thought he was about to have a heart attack) and victoriously grin.

How else could you bend for Liam? It was close to the Supermoon, and lately Liam's anger was channeling into horniness. Your arrival literally could not have been at a worse time. His shirt shoved into his mouth; his abs flexed as his thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip and he bit back a loud growl.

Before the game of twister, they were all sitting around having some fruit punch and kid friendly drinks and you revealed you were a cheerleader for your school and Scott showed them this video of the two of you having an acrobatic little race across through your backyard last Summer. He was hard the minute he saw you in that swimsuit- holy shit the swimsuit.

His eyes squeezed shut as he recalled how you looked in that bikini in the video. Your tits bounced each time you came up right, your legs toned and entire body a darker brown than it is now due to the Summer Sun. His heart pounded through his chest, as he aimed into the toilet to save himself some decency. He was losing it. He was imagining you kissing him with those soft, plump lips. You, hugging him again but this time being completely naked. You, sitting on his dick and riding it like a rollercoaster. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

He came with a hardly contained growl, blood rushing through his ears as he felt like a bottle of champagne was just popped in his groin. In a good way. He, because he was ridiculously horny kept aggressively fucking his hand, whimpering from the overstimulation. He couldn't stop pumping himself until he went limp and felt the world start to revert to normal.

And after a very shameful washing of his hands, he checked his watch and saw he kept it to a very inconspicuous two minutes. His legs felt like jelly, and he willed his heart to slow down and rinsed cold water over his face praying the redness of his cheeks would fade fast enough. His legs felt like warm jelly, he bets you feel like warm jelly inside, and with shakey hands opened the door as he made his way back downstairs. It was probably his turn.

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Since becoming a werewolf, Liam had gained some animalistic tendencies. He found himself wanting to chase down squirrels who were unlucky enough to cross his path, scratched the back of his ears like his life depended on it, and the game of catch was far more thrilling now. Oh, and drooling. Whenever he gets excited now. According to Scott, this wasn't applicable to all werewolves because Scott has never had that problem.

But right now, Liam found himself excited at the fact that you two were locked in an intense make out session. Like a virgin Liam basically forgot how sex works for a second. You'd been here three weeks and each day was impossible for Liam.

And apparently, he'd done a number on you as well.

You whined on top of him, as you two parted for air and Liam wished you had just let him suffocate under the weight of your smooches. You pulled your shirt off and revealed your chest, and Liam didn't even try to stop himself. He tenderly placed both hands on the sides your boobs, running his thumbs over your covered nipples. His eyes went wide as he admired the delicate lacing on your bra, and he was starting to think that when you came over this was your plan all along. You let out a sensual moan, neck rolling and your body shuddered you let your eyes gently flutter shut.

Liam felt his mouth watering at the sight of you, you just looked so perfect. Part of him wanted to leave your bra on you. The color perfectly matching your skin and the dim lights of Liam's bedroom made you look like an angel, the TV on behind you two illuminating you with an angelic glow behind you. He felt shakey, his insides trembling.

What does he do next? It was like he'd never seen a girl before, the way he forgot what to do. Did he unhook your bra? Slide off your bottoms and then your underwear? Shit was he thinking too long?

Pressing a kiss to the top of one of your boobs, he felt how hot your skin was underneath his touch as he felt his legs twitch and his dick jump in his sweatpants. Speaking of; you slowly snaked your hand down his chest, and down his stomach. Fingers trailing over his happy trail before you slipped you hand into his boxers before you gently wrapped your hand around his cock.

His heart started jumping and he was so happy you couldn't hear the way his pace was picking up. He pressed kisses across your chest, sucking bruises into your chest passionately and with shakey hands he unlatched your bra. It was a cute sigh of relief as you felt your chest freed, eyes looking down at him with a look that Liam couldn't place but his suspicion was starting to feel right. You certainly had planned this.

He shook underneath you, as you planted kisses on his face and the two of you became an untangled mess of heavy breathing and rough kisses. Your nipples pressed against his chest, and he leaned backwards, hitting the headboard and the next time you two pulled apart it was his turn again. He pulled his shirt up and you helped him the rest of the way by basically ripping his shirt off him.

If he wanted to make out all night, he would continue his pattern of kissing you, but he'd be stupid to just make out with the topless girl sitting on top of him. Slowly, he started to prepare to do what he had too.

Liam enjoyed very much the strength of being a werewolf. It was helpful when it came to lifting you off of him and placing you down on the side of the bed. God, you were so perfect. Your pupils massive as you observed him with curiosity, while he got up and came around to the side, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss. Slowly, he worked his way down your body, and you were never slow on the uptake.

He slid down the biker shorts you wore that made your ass look like a pillow. He went down, his eyes pleased to see the matching underwear you wore. Totally planned it. Running his tongue over the lining of your underwear, he felt a surge of confidence and power when you shuddered, hands running through his hair like it was a life line.

His lips found your inner thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over the inside of your thighs as he licked you once more. Then he planted a kiss against your cunt, feeling how wet you were through the thin fabric. Your shaking legs would've been great if he couldn't feel the fear radiating off your body. Popping his head up to look at you he tilted his head up and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Is something wrong?"

"No!"

It was cute how desperate you were to continue. You were horny, you were. But something else seemed wrong. He laid his head on one of your soft thighs and looked up at you with pleading eyes. He couldn't in good consciousness go on with how he could sense you feeling.

"No one's ever...eaten me out."

And Liam's brain was rewired immediately. How? From the moment he met you, he wanted you to sit on his face and crush his skull open with your legs. He had to keep the perversions at bay for long enough not to scare you away.

"It's okay." He assured you running his thumbs over the flesh of your legs.

Pressing a kiss to your hip, while he slowly slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

With that boyish charm that girls found it basically impossible to resist. You nodded and gave you this smile that made your heart flutter. Slowly he pushed your legs open, eyes never leaving yours and then looked down at you.

You were perfect down there. Wet and shiny, it was calling to him like a cool spring in the middle of the desert. He ran his tongue over your opening, and you let out a soft 'oh' with your head rolled back and you gripped his hair tightly. From there he couldn't just stop.

He started slowly, basically making out with your pussy in a way that had you moaning out soft cries. Perfect, just perfect. His strong arms lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders, while he sucked on your clit and your legs began to shake around him.

Liam was a dog, in more ways than one. His hips rolling into the mattress like it was you. You were letting out moans that spurred him on while he flicked his tongue over your clit and your back arched for him. He couldn't help but slide his tongue inside of you, and you jumped at the intrusion. How did anyone resist the urge to do this to you? To have you, basically the most perfect woman he's ever seen, unraveling under their tongue.

To have you gasping and sweating as he flicked his tongue over your clit with legs squeezing tighter by the moment. He wanted to taste you cumming on his face and he would do so or die trying. He pulled your entire hips into his face. You began grinding your hips, one hand pulling his hair and the other gripping his bed sheets.

Hips jumping while he slurped on you. The noises and sounds coming from the two of you were filthy, he couldn't live without hearing those noises again. He gave one particular thrust into the bed that had him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Your hips started jumping, voice getting louder and louder, and you began aggressively riding his head.

You came with a loud cry of his name. He gave your thighs a squeeze while you locked your legs around his head while using him to ride out your orgasm. What a great way to suffocate.

Your eyes were shut until you came back down to Earth while you unlocked your legs and flopped backwards onto the bed. Fighting the urge to give himself a pat on the back, Liam licked his lips savoring the taste of you on his lips. He was throbbing in his pants, like his dick was about to explode.

Never, in all the years of his life, has Liam wanted something so badly. He cupped your sweaty face and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His hands over your head while you grabbed his wrist and melted into his touch.

Slowly, he slipped out of his sweatpants and out of his boxers. He was leaking from his tip and he mentally started trying to remember something- anything- to keep him from ending the show early. You looked him in the eyes, like you were saying 'hurry up please'. Liam wasn't one to disappoint .

Making space in between your legs, he kept his gaze locked with yours. All at once he went inside of you and it was better than he had imagined. Better than the past three weeks he spent stalking your Instagram while scrolling through your summer pictures and ignoring the growing possession he felt when he saw you posing with a male friend while he spat on his hand and jerked off until he saw stars. For a few rounds, when he was finding porn stars who looked like you or sounded like you. Until one night he was shooting blanks and passed out for about ten seconds covered in his own mess. The shame he felt when he woke up didn't even matter because it all led up to this.

You were warm and tight, and already soaking him in your juices. You both let out a disgusting moan as he tried to get his bearings. He slowly started moving, setting a passionate pace as he let himself roll his hips into you with no self-restraint. Liam's drooling issue almost shot him in the foot there, and he ducked his face in between your boobs as he let out a low groan. He felt you let go of his wrist, and pulling his face up from your chest.

You held eye contact with him, your eyes revealing just how badly you'd been wanting this. How badly you wanted to feel him twitching against you while he tried to keep himself from giving you a creampie. You kissed him, tongues roaming eachothers mouths and while picked up the pace. Your boobs jumped, underneath him while his abs pressed against the smooth skin of your stomach. He hit a spot, that had you break apart to let out a high-pitched moan.

Righttt there. That's where he needed to be. You stared into his eyes, biting one of your lips on instinct while trembling. He pushed himself up, to end this little body roll thing he had been doing into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, as if you couldn't stand to not be touching him and Liam felt his heart warm a little at how clingy you were to him.

He set a rougher pace, he needed to see your boobs moving up and down. He needed to see you unravel, to hear you plead for more. You began letting out high pitched moans, and your legs wrapped around his hips. He was hypnotized. The way you sounded, looked, felt, smelt, you were driving him crazy and didn't even know it. He slammed into you like it was his last day on Earth.

He kept going, the way you were basically begging him too with your eyes shut. You looked amazing. He couldn't help but to reach down and hold you softly by the neck and leaning down. Truthfully, he was about to explode, and he had to still his hips for a second. And he wanted another kiss. Eventually, he resumed his strong thrusts and pressed his thumb to your clit.

He was amazed when he looked down, looking at the way cream of liquid you left around the base of his cock. He began moving his thumb and for a moment you stopped breathing. It was like all the air got sucked out of your lungs as your voice climbed in volume. He was so thankful his mother and step-dad were out for the night because then he'd have to have a very uncomfortable conversation.

The headboard slammed into the wall. Liam was on a mission; he was hell bent. He needed to cum with you. And he was just about to get what he wanted. You let out small whimpers, whispering between gasps and moans that you were about to cum. He couldn't even force himself to stop for a second to delay his own orgasm, he felt it rushing through him like water. You gripped the hand he was holding your face with and jumped off the mattress as you squeezed him tightly while gushing around his base.

He came so hard his entire body tensed up. He did mean to pull-out, but his impulse control wasn't always the strongest. As he slowed his hips down, you two slowed your breathing. It was like he just ran a marathon and got a runners high. Perfect. That was perfect, you were perfect.

Slowly he pulled out of you, watching a stream of his cum leaking out of you. Damn, he was already ready for round two.

[frvitypunch]

the sun and moon

Moon!Sung Jinwoo x Sun!civillian reader

summary: where reader and Jinwoo go to an amusement park and have fun together, the only thing is that Jinwoo is completely focused on how sunny reader is. and maybe also beautiful.

fluff, choking, cursing, hurt and comfort

note: this is more like sunshine and sunshine protector LMAOO

enjoy!

"Jinwoo, Jinwoooo!" You called out, your usual happy expression on your face as you were running around the house to just find him.

"I'm here, need anything?" Jinwoo spoke calmly, gently stopping your movements as he embraced your waist from behind. kissing your forehead.

"Let's go to the amusement park, Jinwoo." You spoke happily, happy to see him as you kissed his lips, still smiling as he went to return the favour.

"Mm, Sure." Jinwoo nodded, pulling away from the kiss as he easily lifted you up, carrying you outside to his car as he placed you in the passenger seat as he went to the driver seat, buckling your seatbelt before he did with his own seatbelt as he drove to the amusement park, he didn't want people looking shocked that he suddenly appeared in the amusement park as he just drove there, sharing conversations with you about your day and his day.

"Ooh, Jinwoo let's go there!" You said, smiling as you were tugging on his hand after you both just arrived at the amusement park, your other hand pointing to the rollercoaster.

"Alright, whatever you say." Jinwoo nodded, his expression softening at your smile, his usual frown tugging upwards in a slight evidence of a smile as he followed you, arriving at the rollercoaster as you and Jinwoo sat in the front line as the rollercoaster started.

"Eeek!" You practically screamed, of course obviously, with how high the rollercoaster was going up and how it dropped down, following the rails and going in a loop, then a camera shot, obviously from the rollercoaster ride there might have been cameras aimed to shoot the people in the picture.

Jinwoo on the other hand, didn't really respond, only smiling along the drops and loops of the rollercoaster due to your screams, he was agile so the ride was slightly slow nonetheless, and oh boy he was in a ride of a bunch of rides he was going to experience with you, and haunted houses, just in exchange of your cute reactions.

"Look! Theres a picture of us in the rollercoaster." You spoke, your eyes gleaming with curiosity as you examined the photos the camera had pictured, the people already leaving after taking a glance or taking the picture with them.

"We should take it, as a souvenir." A simple white lie, he'd only lie this once and he'd definitely keep it forever because of your reaction that was caught on camera as he took the picture, his hand on your back as he guided you out of the rollercoaster.

time passed, Jinwoo always watched your reactions when playing games, of course you might lose or win a few times but whenever you lost, he'd specifically just win for you just for you to get the prize he got for you as your happiness was filled to the brim due to Jinwoo tending to your needs in order for your cute smiles.

"My sweet sweet dear, please wait here, alright? I need to take a restroom break." Jinwoo spoke softly, his bladder not even holding it for not much longer as he cupped your cheeks before kissing you and leaving to the restroom just like he said.

You waited patiently, a few seconds passed by and you still remained loyal, standing in the same spot as you heard you get called by a group of arrogant looking girls who were probably in their 20's.

"Hey, who are you waiting for, Sung Jinwoo? He's probably just using you and he'll leave you once he gets bored in his eyes." The tallest girl spoke in arrogance, her eyes gleaming with a venomous hatred.

"No, he wouldn't.. Because if he did, then there would be rumors of... Him." You spoke slowly, guilt slowly starting to sprout in your heart.

"And? You're just a weak person, girls like us are more fit for a guy like him." Another girl sneered, as they both exchanged glances, planning what to do with you.

"Yeah, you're just a weak, useless burden to him." The tallest girl spoke, slapping you as a red mark burned on your cheek from getting slapped.

"No.. He doesn't think I'm a—" You get cut off, your form levitating off the ground as the girl had choked you, her arms tightening around your throat as you cough, your face slowly and quickly starts to pale, your eyes slowly welling with unshed tears as the witnesses around you and the group of girls were in fear due to the action.

"What's that? I can't fucking hear you, slut." The girl who was choking you now laughed shortly, mocking you.

You tried to respond but you couldn't, your face turning more and more pale by the time, you were losing consciousness fast and if you didn't—

...

You dropped to your knees suddenly, the tightness on your throat disappeared as suddenly as it was, your gaze in a daze as you slowly looked up, to see Jinwoo holding the girl's wrist tightly to the point the girl had winced loud.

"Oh? But I've never asked you to hurt them, did I?" He spoke, smiling in more of a dangerous way as his hand, that was firmly and roughly gripping the girl's wrist had quickly disappeared and appeared on the girl's throat, choking her as her face paled, the color in her face had drained almost immediately when she saw him.

"Wait!— I-it was an accident—" The girl pleaded weakly, tears in her eyes beginning to fall from her cheeks as Jinwoo shot back, replying coldly to her pleading.

"But you think choking and bullying my beloved is okay? I don't think so." Jinwoo said in a colder edge, his grip on the girl's throat tightening till she was about to pass out, only to release his grip.

"Leave." Jinwoo ordered the group of girls, not taking no as an answer as the girls scurried away in fear, not wanting to be the victim of Jinwoo's wrath.

"J-Jinwoo..?" You spoke weakly, still kneeling as you slowly glanced up to meet his cold gaze, evidence of fear and guilt in your eyes.

"Dear, don't listen to them, they're just jealous, alright?" Jinwoo said softly, his cold expression melting to a soft one as he pressed kisses on your face in an assuring way.

"Okay.." You said, the doubt was still sprouting in your heart but it slowly started to disappear, giving him another chance as you hugged him, continuing for a little while before you completely shifted your weight onto his body, you were slowly starting to doze off out of worry and he'd notice that quickly as usual.

"Let's go home." And with his words, he teleported you both to the shared home you guys had, carrying you to the shared bed, he placed you down before he laid next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he slowly fell asleep.

it's like 1:36am rn in my time as I finished writing (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

anyways hope you all a great day / good night !!

little igriss ❤️❤️

[actuallysaiyan]

Jealousy(All Smite x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, toxic relationships, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, oral sex(fem receiving), creampie finish, love declarations, sort of dub con in a sense, villain All Might word count: 2.7k pairings: All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you left him because you thought he was holding you back and making you angry, but you never realized just how much you were in love with him until he made you jealous...

It had been so much fun with him. Yes, he was a villain without a heart. Still you longed to be with him again. But he was so damn toxic. Leaving his ass had been the best decision you ever made. 

There were a lot of things that made you realize you weren’t in a good relationship. And yet…he wasn’t the worst boyfriend. He remembered your birthday. He bought you gifts. He definitely gave you mind blowing orgasms. On the flip side of things, he was jealous and possessive. Even if guys only looked in your direction, Smite was giving them a death glare immediately.

He could be controlling, but you thought about how a lot of the times he controlled what you did because being associated with him meant danger a lot of the time.

And most of the time, he just didn’t have the time to give you. It wasn’t a proper relationship. He could be foul-mouthed and annoying. He could be demanding on top of his jealousy issues. And leaving him meant you could finally go on with your life and do the things you always wanted to do without someone holding you back like a dog on a leash.

Finally, you were free to do as you please. And at first, it was awesome. But…

None of the guys could make you cum the way he does. None of them made you feel the way he does. Being with Smite was like riding a rollercoaster. It’s thrilling, it’s scary but ultimately you just want to go back and ride it over and over and over again.

At night, in your new bed in your new apartment, you felt cold and lonely. You’d scroll through social media and see all the happy couples with their pictures posted. It made you bitter and sour. Then one night, you happened to click on his profile. The fact that he even had social media always surprised you, but he made it as private as he could. His name was a social media handle and had no ties to him. When you look at his new profile picture and see him with his arm around another girl, your stomach drops.

She’s beautiful. Like model beautiful. Perfect straight, white teeth. Bleach blonde hair. Big tits. 

It’s all the things that you weren’t. You suddenly felt so insecure about everything. You curled up in your sheets, turning off your phone. That night, it took you hours to fall asleep.

This became a terrible habit. You tried to look up the girl, but she had a private account. How dumb would it be if you tried to follow her? Surely she’d be telling him all about your dumb little stunt. 

Days went by and you were fuming with rage. You were jealous. How could you not be? He moved on from you so fast. When you left him, he was beside himself. He had been moved to tears when you told him you no longer wanted to stay with him. Smite had been angry and yelled before, but this had been the first time you saw him crying.

Then your phone rings one day while you’re out and about. You see his name and his number. You want to ignore it, but something makes you answer. His voice comes in gruffly.

“Hey, do you have a minute to come by? I need your help with something. I found something that belonged to both of us and I wanted to see how you wanted to split it.”

You scoff. “Really? Just keep it. That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m being serious. This means a lot to both of us. Just come over.”

And so with a few words, you decide to go over. You take a cab to his place and you ring the buzzer. Something about all of this had you really nervous. Why would he just randomly ask you to come over?

You can’t back out now. You head inside when the door is opened to you and you head into the elevator. Your nerves are in tatters as you ride your way up to his apartment. Even your fist shakes as you knock on the door, wondering if you should just turn back now before it’s too late.

Then the door swings open. He’s looking just as good as he always has, if not even more arousing and attractive since he’s no longer on the market and more importantly, he’s no longer yours. He smirks when he sees you.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d get here this soon. One might think you were eager to see me, doll.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Toshinori. I’m here for whatever you want me to come see.”

You step inside the apartment, noticing that not much has changed in the month and a half since you were last here. Then you turn to face him and he smirks again. Damn him for looking this good.

“Like what you see?” he flexes in front of you.

“Not sure your new girlfriend would like you doing that.”

His eyes widen for a split second before he stares at you with the eyes of a predator. Oh, he did not realize you were jealous of his new squeeze. She wasn’t even really anything to him, just someone he met on a night out and he thought it would be the best opportunity to make it look like he was still getting tail. But he was not going to tell you that.

“Heh, come on now. She’s gorgeous. You think she’s jealous of me just flexing in front of my ex-girlfriend?”

You scowl. “I pity her.”

“Oh and why’s that?” He eyes you closely. You look really fucking hot when you’re pouting like this.

“She has to ride your tiny dick. Must be really sad for her. Can you even get it up?”

This has his blood boiling. He doesn’t even realize how he’s falling into your trap. A sarcastic laugh falls from his lips and he shakes his head.

“Come on now, dollface. We both know my dick isn’t tiny.”

“Oh yeah? You really think you got a big anaconda in your pants?”

He leans in closer, you feel his warm breath on your face now. “My dick isn’t tiny. If it were, then how is it that your cervix was often bruised huh? How is it that you learned you could squirt by my cock if it’s so tiny?”

This causes your cheeks to burn red. How dare he even bring up such intimate details like that? What the hell was wrong with him? You were so flustered right now, you didn’t even have anything for rebuttal. With your arms crossed over your chest, you looked so cute.

All Smite laughs loudly, clearly proud of himself for rendering you into this flustered and pouting mess. You couldn’t even think of anything to reply. All you could do was glare at him, angry that he won this little pissing contest.

“Awhh cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

You try to push him away, but you were quickly losing your resolve. It wasn’t fair that he could turn you on so much like this. You were thinking about the first time he made you squirt. The bed had been such a mess after that. 

He interrupts your little fantasy with pulling your hand towards him and cupping his bulge. You pull your hand back as if you were burned instead of incredibly turned on that your ex boyfriend was hard as a rock just arguing with you.

“Ew, don’t be a damn pig! What about your new girlfriend, huh?!”

He laughs again, pissing you off even more. Before you can even react, he leans in and kisses you. You want to pull away and slap him, but dammit his tongue is sliding into your mouth. Time almost seems to slip away as you lean back in to kiss him even deeper.

Finally, you manage to push him off. You’re glaring at him. How could he do this to that beautiful woman?! She looked like a damn model! You wondered why he would even cheat on someone like that.

“She’s not my girlfriend. There is no girlfriend, sweetheart.”

The words hit you like a knife to the heart. Of course, leave it so Smite to make you jealous like that. Leave it to the damn man in front of you to drive you fucking crazy.

This is when you take all your strength and use it to push him against the wall. Before he can react this time, you kiss him. You’re all over him, pushing your breasts up against his chest. Toshinori smirks against your lips, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me and my big cock.”

This causes you to glare at him again, but it’s short-lived. He’s kissing you again, making you feel all those old feelings for him once more. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging softly. He picks you up in his strong arms, not breaking the kiss.

You land on top of him on the bed, straddling his big form. Neither of you can seem to break away from this kiss. If anything, it turns even more hungry and sloppy as the two of you rub your tongues together. 

Panting as you finally pull away, you and him begin to undress as quickly as possible. Once you’re naked, you keep him under you. With a teasing glance, you guide his cock to your folds and keep it nestled there. And that’s when you begin rocking your hips back and forth, teasing him with just a pussyjob.

“Come on, please…” he begs, which surprises you.

“Oh the big, bad All Smite begs now?”

He growls with annoyance and turns you both over, hovering on top of you. There’s a playful look in his eyes, but then it turns soft when he sees how good you look under him. 

Slow kisses are trailed down your body until he spreads your thighs. There’s a look of pure, euphoric pleasure on his face as he gets a whiff of your scent. It’s a heady smell, making his cock throb even more. Then tantalizingly, he begins to lap at your leaking pussy.

Sweet cries of love are ripped from your throat as Toshinori works you to two earth shattering orgasms with just his mouth alone. You wish you could curse him for being that good, but the best part was yet to come. The cock you had insulted just a few minutes earlier was about to spread you wide open. 

He looks down as he slides into you, inch by inch. You grip the sheets beneath you; the most pathetic noises are coming from you and it makes him laugh. You’re so damn cute when you haven’t been fucked properly in so long.

“My dick still tiny?” He asks, now balls deep inside of you.

You are about to answer when he begins to rock his hips in harsh thrusts. All that comes from you is sweet moans and begging for him not to stop. Toshinori loves seeing you like this. It had been way too long since he’s fucked you and he understands what kind of jackass he’s been to lose you.

“Fuck you,” you manage to spit out. “Fuck you and your damn cock!”

He grins. “Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do, sweetheart. Tryin’ to fuck you with my cock.”

With an eager growl, he leans in to begin nipping at your neck. He hates the thought of you going out there alone and finding someone else to try to get you off. It was very clear to him that you weren’t getting the pleasure you desperately needed. And he had been part of the issue.

“Oh, oh fuck—” you whine. “Right there, Toshi.”

This made his cock throb inside of you. He loved it when you called him by his name. It made him feel proud, loved, wanted, desired. He wanted to hear you say his name for as long as he could. He continues to pound into you, kissing your neck.

“Say you’re mine,” he growls as he nips at your neck.

“What?!” You cry out, trying to break out of this spell.

“Say you’re mine. Say it, and I’ll let you cum.”

You swallow hard and try to come to terms with what he’s asking you. But you’re just almost there. Almost fucking there. You’re gonna make a mess too when you finally climax. It’s been too long since you’ve had this kind of orgasm. Despite your pride telling you to not fall into his trap, pleasure is messing with your mind.

“I’m yours!” You crumble. “I’m all yours!”

Your pleas do not fall on deaf ears. Toshinori reaches between you both and plays with your swollen clit. He kisses you fiercely, his lips finding solace with yours. The coil is wound so damn tight, and you’re so fucking close. Between heated kisses, you beg for him to fuck you, to never stop, to keep going…anything.

Stars dance in your vision as your body arches off the bed. Smite chuckles, but it soon turns choked as he feels your walls clamping down on him. His own knees buckle as he begins to spill inside of you. The two of you move in tandem, in unison, as you ride out the most divine high you’ve ever felt in your life.

As things slowly come down, you’re still clinging to the man on top of you. He slumps against your chest, careful not to crush you with his weight. Suddenly, you’re made so much aware of what has just happened. Tears sting your eyes as you think about what’s to come after this. You think about how fucking stupid you were, how could you be so dumb to let a little sweet talk and teasing get you into his bed once more?

When Toshinori lifts his head to check on you because you are definitely way too quiet, he panics when he sees you crying. His big hands cup your face, wiping away the stray tears. He leans in to capture your lips with his; it’s soft and sensual now. He rubs his nose against yours before leaning his forehead against yours.

“Don’t cry,” his voice is shaky. He almost sounds close to tears. “Don’t cry or else…I’ll fuckin’ start crying too.”

This surprises you in a way. Another time to see him crying. The second time only. You wonder if he spent his nights apart from you crying and trying to understand where he went wrong with your relationship. His eyes snap up to yours, a sad little smile tinged on his face.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out in a whisper. “I just…I realized what just happened and everything came crashing down.”

He rubs his nose against yours again and kisses you. “I know…I know, I was a fucking asshole. I was wrong.”

You shake your head. “I was a bitch to you. How stupid I was…then that picture made me go mad with jealousy.”

His heart flutters in his chest. He knew you had been jealous, it was obvious when you came in claiming he had a small dick. But you really do care about him. You really might even love him.

“Toshinori,” you whisper. “Don’t make me leave. Please.”

He’s shocked. “Of course, you don’t have to leave.”

He pulls out of you and rolls over. Two strong arms pull you in to snuggle against his chest. When you’re nestled in his arms and you calm yourself, you look up at him and smile.

“I love you. I was wrong to leave.”

He smiles genuinely. “I love you too, doll. I was wrong to let you go.”

Neither of you say anything for a while before you realize you’ve got a pressing question. You look up at him once more and he smirks.

“So what did you find that belonged to the both of us? What was it that brought me here because it was so important?”

He laughs. “Nothing. I just knew you’d come if I said it was something we both owned.”

You smack his chest playfully but he kisses you once more. Soft kisses are exchanged before you close your eyes.

“You can be a dick sometimes,” you say.

“I know, but you love me.”

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Streamer!JJ x Tiktokit!girlreader Headcanons

JJ’s streams are pure chaos, filled with jokes, wild commentary, and unpredictable antics. His audience tunes in for the rollercoaster ride he creates every time he goes live.

He leans into his bad-boy charm, often teasing authority figures or poking fun at Twitch rules (without breaking them).

He streams popular games like Call of Duty, Apex Legends, and Fortnite, but also surprises viewers with random choices like Stardew Valley or Among Us, where he thrives as the chaotic wildcard.

He’s always giving away random stuff like custom merch, surfboards, or even an old fishing rod he signed. Fans love how genuine and unpredictable he is.

JJ thrives on trolling back chat trolls, usually with witty comebacks or playful banter. It’s all in good fun, and his fans eat it up.

JJ’s setup is a mix of high-end gaming gear (probably gifted by fans) and things he rigged together himself, like a hand-painted backdrop. His camera angle is always slightly crooked, which fans find endearing.

JJ often streams with John B, Kie, Pope, and Sarah. These sessions are chaotic but hilarious, with JJ constantly trying to prank the others mid-game.

He occasionally takes his audience outside, streaming adventures like late-night fishing or skateboarding stunts. These IRL streams are just as chaotic as his gaming ones.

His chat is filled with recurring memes, like calling out JJ for always “forgetting” to fix his camera or hyping him up as the “king of clutch plays” when he barely scrapes by in games.

JJ uses his platform to raise money for causes close to his heart, like ocean conservation or supporting underprivileged youth. He does wild challenges as donation incentives, like shaving his head or attempting to surf while live-streaming.

He hosts events like beach clean-ups, livestreaming them to encourage his audience to get involved in their own communities.

JJ Maybank wasn’t the type of guy to get flustered, especially not by some girl on TikTok. But there was something about her. Y/N wasn’t just any IT girl—she was the IT girl. Her TikToks were effortlessly cool: dark eyeliner smudged to perfection, oversized leather jackets, and a smirk that could either destroy you or make your whole day. She was the epitome of black cat energy, the polar opposite of JJ’s chaotic golden retriever vibe.

It started with a repost. JJ was mindlessly scrolling TikTok late at night when he stumbled upon one of her videos. She was mouthing along to some sultry audio, her piercing gaze aimed directly into the camera. Without thinking, he hit the “repost” button and added the caption, "Okay, but why is this so good? Teach me your ways."

He didn’t think much of it—just JJ being JJ, hyping up someone who clearly had their life together. What he didn’t anticipate was the absolute meltdown his fans would have the next day.

JJ went live on Twitch the following afternoon, expecting another chaotic day of gaming and banter. But the chat was already spiraling out of control before he even picked up his controller.

“JJ, explain that TikTok repost.” “Bro, are you crushing on Y/N or what?” “JYN 2024 LET’S GO!”

JJ squinted at the chat, confused. “What are you guys talking about?” Then it hit him. His repost. His face immediately flushed. “Oh, come on! I just thought it was a good TikTok! Can’t a guy appreciate some talent without everyone making it weird?”

His chat was having none of it. Fans spammed heart emojis, ship names, and theories about JJ’s crush. Despite his protests, he couldn’t hide the goofy grin that crept onto his face whenever Y/N’s name came up.

It wasn’t long before Y/N caught wind of the repost. Her comment section was flooded with messages like, “JJ Maybank is OBSESSED with you,” and “When’s the collab with JJ?”

Ever the unbothered queen, Y/N played it cool. She stitched his repost, smirking into the camera as she said, “JJ? Isn’t he that streamer who can’t finish a game without breaking something?”

The video went viral immediately. JJ saw it live during one of his streams, his jaw dropping in mock offense as the clip played on repeat. “Chat, did she just roast me? Oh, it’s on now.”

But instead of firing back with an actual roast, JJ doubled down on the banter. He reposted her video with, "Touché. But we all know I’d win in a 1v1. Prove me wrong?" Fans loved the playful back-and-forth, and the internet began buzzing about their “rivalry.”

After weeks of teasing from his fans, JJ finally slid into Y/N’s DMs. His message was equal parts confident and awkward:

“Okay, so I’m not saying I’m scared of you, but I’m also not not saying it. Wanna settle this on stream? Loser buys dinner.”

To his surprise, Y/N replied within minutes. “You’re lucky I like chaos. Let’s do it. But don’t cry when I win.”

From that point on, their banter escalated. They played a few games together—her calm, calculated black cat energy perfectly balancing his chaotic golden retriever vibe. Every time she called him out for being “too loud” or “too much,” he countered with an over-the-top compliment that made her laugh despite herself.

Fans started shipping them harder than ever, creating fan edits of JJ’s streams mixed with her TikToks. “Golden retriever x black cat” trended across multiple platforms, and both JJ and Y/N leaned into it, dropping subtle hints about their connection.

Despite the internet’s obsession with their ship, JJ and Y/N kept things private. They texted constantly, had late-night FaceTime calls, and even managed to meet up a few times without anyone finding out. JJ would ramble about her to John B and Pope, grinning like an idiot the entire time.

“She’s so cool, man. Like, effortlessly cool. I don’t even know why she talks to me.”

Pope smirked. “Maybe because you won’t shut up about her?”

Meanwhile, Y/N’s TikToks started to feature subtle hints of their connection. A leather jacket draped over a chair that looked suspiciously like JJ’s. A quick shot of a hand with his signature Pogue bracelet. Her fans speculated wildly, but she never confirmed anything.

JJ loved how private their relationship was, but he also couldn’t wait to share her with the world. He just didn’t know how.

It happened unexpectedly during one of JJ’s streams. He was mid-match, trash-talking his opponents, when a voice chimed in from off-camera.

“You talk a big game for someone who just got sniped.”

JJ froze, his eyes darting to the side. “Chat… wait. Hold up. Chat, I didn’t—she wasn’t supposed to be here yet.”

Before he could explain, Y/N walked into frame, looking effortlessly cool in an oversized hoodie and messy hair. She leaned on his chair, smirking at the camera.

“Hey, JJ’s little crew. Hope he’s treating you better than he treats his K/D ratio.”

Chaos erupted. The chat was a flood of messages:

“NO WAY IS THAT Y/N???”

“Golden retriever x black cat IRL CONFIRMED.”

“Our ship is REAL!”

JJ groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Y/N, you just broke the internet.”

“Good,” she replied, smirking. “They needed something exciting today.”

For the rest of the stream, the two bantered back and forth, with Y/N casually roasting JJ’s gameplay and him dramatically pretending to be heartbroken. Fans couldn’t get enough.

The internet exploded with memes, fan edits, and tweets about the reveal. JJ and Y/N trended for days, their dynamic captivating fans everywhere. Despite the chaos, they handled it in stride, continuing to stream together occasionally while keeping most of their relationship private.

JJ loved seeing her in her element, effortlessly winning over his fans with her quick wit and charm. And Y/N couldn’t help but admire how genuine and fun he was, even when the spotlight was on them.

Their relationship became the perfect mix of chaos and calm—just like a golden retriever and a black cat.

Stream Comments :

"THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER 😭💘 THEY'RE ENDGAME, YOUR HONOR."

"JJ pulled Y/N??? The rest of us don’t stand a CHANCE."

"She’s so black cat coded, and he’s just barking in the background. Literal perfection."

"So we’re just not gonna talk about how he’s been soft-launching her for WEEKS???"

"‘She wasn’t supposed to be here yet’ 🤨 JJ, be so serious. You KNEW."

"The way she casually roasted him and he just SMILED??? Sir, you’re down bad."

"Plot twist: They’ve been dating this whole time, and we were just clowns 🤡."

"JJ soft launching her bracelet in the background of his streams… sneaky king 😏."

[tea-writes19]

whiskey lullaby | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: your husband never comes home from the war

w/c: 864

warnings: major character death, suicide, established relationship, angst angst angst, no happy ending, this is dark y'all, sad girl hours, 40s bucky, reader dies

a/n: blame whiskey lullaby by brad paisley for this. i apologize for any tears this causes. idk this is just pure angst no happiness. Anyways sorry for being a sad bitch and enjoy the fic.

the house was quiet except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the entryway and your sobs.

You sat at the small dining table in the kitchen of yours and Bucky's shoebox apartment. A letter laid in front of you, hand delivered by a Western Union worker earlier that day. Any hope of seeing your husband again crushed.

By a stupid goddamn letter.

You should have begged harder for him to come home after Azzano. Instead of the half-hearted argument knowing you wouldn't change his mind from following Steve. Maybe then a gold star wouldn't be hanging from your window...

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"Come on doll," Bucky guided you towards the rollercoaster, grin on his face. "it'll be fun."

You gave him a deadpan expression. Nothing about the coaster looked fun. Steve was already in line waiting for Buck and you to join him.

"No thanks, I'm good," You gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'd rather not have stevie puke all over me."

He chuckled. "Your loss doll," he waved as he joined Steve in line and you sat back down on the bench you were occupying as the boys went on the rides you were too scared to.

You'd been fine with the carousel and stall games, but anything with heights was a no go for you.

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You snorted as the memory came to you. Ironic how much you hated heights when Bucky had fallen off a train. Shaking your head, your eyes fell on the picture hanging on the wall. The only hanging picture in the apartment. It was of you and Buck on your wedding day. Standing in front of the courthouse, arms wrapped around each other.

Your gaze fell to the gold band wrapped around your ring finger. The gold slightly rusted from being worn. It was simple, neither of you having much money for anything fancier, but it didn't matter to you. What mattered was you saying I do and spending the rest of your life next to Bucky.

A wish that would no longer come true. He was supposed to make it home. Not end up somewhere in the Alps with no way off his body being recovered. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fucking fair.

Kicking the chair back from the table you stood up. A bottle of whiskey sat in the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard. Saved for special occasions as it had cost Bucky a fortune, weeks spent working the docks.

Grabbing a glass off the shelf below you grabbed the bottle, walking over to the worn couch and plopping down. You poured a generous amount and took a sip, the liquor burning on the way down your throat.

Tears clung to your cheeks, wetting them as you finished the glass and foregone the propriety of the glass and grabbed the bottle and took a swig. It tasted much better this way. Besides it wasn't like you had anyone to share it with anymore.

A buzz took over as you sat there staring at the wall, bottle held loosely in your hand. There was a crack running from the ceiling that Bucky had never gotten around to fixing. You supposed it wouldn't be getting fixed now. No one was here to do it.

The sky darkened as you finished off the bottle. You swayed as you got to your feet vision blurring and the bottle slipped from your grip, glass breaking as it hit the wooden boards. A hysterical laugh bubbled up your throat as you stared at the broken shards.

Broken. Like you. How poetic.

For you would never be whole again. Your laugh gave over to choking sobs and you fell to your knees. The shards tearing up your knees a welcomed pain. What was the point anymore?

How were you supposed to go on with your life knowing you would never see Bucky's smile or hear his laugh ever again? Your eyes landed on a particularly sharp piece of glass as your thoughts spiraled.

Perhaps you didn't have to go on. Maybe you could join him in the afterlife. Be with each other for eternity. No more pain. Simply peace.

Your hand picked up the shard, ignoring how it cut into your palm. Bringing your hand to your neck, glass cutting into the delicate skin, you didn't give yourself time to second guess. Alcohol flowing through your veins giving you the bravery to dig the shard in harder and sliced it across your neck.

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2023

Bucky stood in front of the grave, hands shoved deep into his pockets as a cold breeze brushed over him. The headstone was simple with nothing more than your name and the dates.

Kneeling, he took his hand---his flesh one---out of his jacket and placed it on the stone. He bowed his head and whispered.

"Hello doll."

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[gingersxng]

Quickie O’Clock

Pairing: f!reader x Yunho

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: who knew crossing paths with a tall handsome guy in school would lead to so much more than just homework.

Notes: sub!reader, dom!yunho, basketball player yunho, big dick yunho, quickies, lots of ass grabbing, public sex, unprotected sex (always keep safe), creampie, lots of teasing, reader flashing herself, fingering, lots of cum, oral m.receiving. maybe forgot something

Words: 2.6k

to be honest, the college life was a whole rollercoaster ride. work here work there, do this do that. having to push yourself to get good grades although you hated studying, but you promised yourself not to fail your last year. your grades had been hanging on a thin thread for quite awhile now and so your mental health as a result. why should it be so hard to study and do good for once? that was a phrase that constantly crossed your mind. you still lived home with your parents and they were the best at showing you how bad you did at school, good grades were super important to them and they wouldn’t let you screw “them” up no no. you had four older sisters and every single one of them had turned out great, they had big houses, husbands, children and great jobs… but you, you had nothing. not even a boyfriend. being the only child at home was boring and you didn’t have a lot of friends either, well you had some friends but you never wanted to hang out with them on your spare time. having a boyfriend was something you never thought of before, it just didn’t seem interesting to have someone to share you life with. well that was until last week when you walked alone in the school corridors on your way to get your books when Yunho came walking the opposite direction. when he passed you he looked at you with a light smirk on his face and raised his eyebrows. you could only give him a smile back and it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. it was all over in two seconds but something happened to you.

you knew who Yunho was cause he was in the schools basketball team but you’ve never felt something for him before. he was tall and handsome, he had black hair and glasses and hands big as U.F.Os. during your last class which was ofc math you couldn’t do anything else than think about Yunho. flying off to dreamland looking out the window biting your pen you were soon interrupted by your teacher calling your name. “y/n i know it’s the last class of the day but you can at least try do one thing before you can go home”.

it was 3:30pm and you’d finally finished for the day. you went down to your locker as fast as you could to grab your things. when you shut the locker door you were startled by a tall guy, yes it was Yunho. you could feel your bare knees shake but hopefully it wasn’t noticeable. “hi, can I help you?” you tried to sound like you didn’t care. this time it was a whole new Yunho who’s standing in front you, his eyes were big and puppy like and he had a cute smile on his face. “it’s y/n right?” he asked nicely. you gave him a nod, how did he know your name?. “I think you’re really pretty and was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out sometime?” he said with confidence in his voice. for a second you froze in place before you could get any words out. “sure, I’d be happy to” you said closing your locker and walked away. when you walked towards the door you glanced back to see if he was gone but instead you caught him looking at you with the same look on his face as when you passed each other in the corridor. you turned your head back around and headed out the door.

you didn’t get much sleep this night cause your brain was on high the whole time thinking about Yunho, why are you obsessing over a guy you don’t even know?you started your day by grabbing your things from the locker as usual before heading to class, the butterflies in your stomach went crazy from the thought of meeting him somewhere in the school corridors but you didn’t. closing the door to the classroom you took your seat which was way back in the corner, you had to pay attention to this class cause you were having a test next week. and actually you did kinda good for a change.

when your class was over it was time for lunch, you hated lunch break cause you didn’t have any friends.. well you did but they were never waiting for you and was always left alone in the end. so you went to grab a banana from your bag and placed yourself down on a bench. suddenly you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why aren’t you at lunch?” Yunho said tilting his head with his hands in his pockets. “wasn’t hungry..” he walked over so he was standing in front of you, arms crossed and you couldn’t help but noticing that he was very focused on that banana you were eating. you felt yourself getting more flushed while he stared at you, his eyes almost darkened. finishing the banana you stood up quickly and were going to get your stuff but out of nowhere he grabbed your wrist pulling you back to him. if your heart was about to jump out of your chest yesterday it stopped now. “wha-what are you doing?” you snapped. “calm down I’m not gonna hurt you” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve been watching you for a long time and I think you’re a very pretty girl” he said still holding a tight grip around your wrist. omg he likes you too! “thank you” you said giving him a smile. the grip loosened and his hands went down to your waist making your eyes widen. his face came so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. “I’ve got this feeling you like me too, is that right?” he whispered making you shiver. you looked him in the eyes taking a deep breath as you gave him a nod. a smirk formed on his lips and he closed the gap between you both, you didn’t hesitate but gave in to the kiss opening your mouth to let his tongue inside. Yunhos hands travelled down to your ass and under your skirt. you pulled away holding down your skirt. “we’re in the school corridor anyone can walk by any second and if they catch us like this..” you said trying to keep your voice down as much as possible so no one could hear. “then come with me” he grabbed your wrist again dragging you with him. all the way down in the corridor was a old janitors closet no one used anymore, Yunho opened the door and you went in.

it hadn’t been used in years so the light didn’t work anymore. you could only feel him against you but you couldn’t see anything. Yunho smashed his lips into yours and his hands were everywhere, you couldn’t believe you were obsessing over Yunho and now suddenly you were in the janitors closet with his tongue down your throat. his hands grabbed your ass cheeks and kneaded them slowly, then one hand cupped your heat pressing a finger against your clit. you let out a small moan, you could feel him smirk against your lips. your knees weakened a bit when he rubbed your clit through your panties. “how did you get so wet so fast huh?” he kissed your neck. one of your hands travelled down and you could feel a huge bulge in his jeans. you palmed him making him groan. he took your hands away and turned you around so your back was facing him. the sound of his belt unbuckling made your pussy throb. as you weren’t able to see anything you didn’t know how big he was, I mean Yunho was a very big boy and by that his dick must be too. Yunho lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side. you were already so wet so he didn’t need to prep you. he put his tip sliding it along your folds collecting your arousal. “lunch break is almost over so we have to be quick” you interrupted. “and you have to be quiet” he said sliding his whole cock in without giving you time to adjust his big member. a big gasp escaped your lips. you held on for dear life as Yunho sped up his pace pounding into you from behind. “shit it feels so good” he said through gritted teeth. his cock was so big yet so perfect for your hole, he could make you see stars.

he sneaked a hand down to your clit rubbing it in fast circles and the other hand reaching in under your bra pulling it down so your boobs fell out. he then pinched a nipple in between his fingers earning a moan from you. “shh you have to be quiet love” he whispered in your ear. his pace fastened and you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you. it was hard to keep yourself from screaming when Yunho slammed his big dick into your small tight pussy. Yunho pulled away his hand from your clit and onto your mouth cause he was almost about to come and he could feel you were close too by the way your pussy clenched around him. his thrusts got sloppy and his breathing got faster. the eyes rolled back in your head as you felt the knot in your stomach burst. Yunho put his face in the crook of your neck letting out a deep groan as you felt him cum inside you, squeezing your boob hard. not long after you came all over his dick moaning into his hand. Yunho pulled out and put your panties in place again. cum leaking out of you past your panties. Yunho buckled his jeans and opened the door. you could feel cum dripping along your inner thighs and you began to panic. “I can’t go like this, I have a new class in five minutes” the fear in your voice made him laugh. “do you have to go?” he raised an eyebrow. you stopped and looked at him. “my grades are already super bad I can’t just not go to class” he lowered himself so you were face to face “well you decide, I have basketball practice now so I gotta go” he gave you a quick kiss and walked away.

- time skip -

you went to Yunhos basketball training after you were done for the day. you sneaked in quietly and took a seat to watch him play. the cum on your thighs and underwear had dried up and you felt so gross, it was his fault you were in this mess but it was also worth it. you put your feet up on the low railing to get more comfortable but you didn’t think about that you were only wearing a skirt so basically your panties was showing off so anyone could see.

when they had played one game it was time for a little break. Yunho turned your way and couldn’t help but notice you having your whole bottom on display. there still was a light stain on your panties from the cum and your ass cheeks were red as well. Yunho felt his ears turn red and his dick waking up. he walked over to you pushing your legs down. “the heck are you doing flashing yourself for the whole team!?” you didn’t understand a thing you just looked clueless. “what do you mean flashing myself why would I do that?”. “I think I know why..” he gave you a bitter look. Yunho ran over to his coach and you saw him asking something quick before he headed back your way. “I told my coach I need to have a talk with you”.

he guided you back to the changing rooms and slammed you against the wall, looking you up and down as he was biting his lower lip and his eyes were filled with lust. he parted your legs with his knee and pressed his body onto yours so you could feel his rock hard boner on your lower belly. “I swear every time you wear this skirt I get so damn hard” he growled as he tugged on your earlobe. “then I’ll always wear it” you teased him. Yunho pulled up your skirt and slipped his hand inside your underwear feeling the slimy consistency between your folds. “I think someone else is excited as well hmm?” he pushed two fingers inside your hole pumping them in and out. you closed your eyes tight and put your hand on your mouth to keep as quiet as possible but it was hard when he put his thumb on your clit and fastened his pace. it didn’t take long before you milked around his fingers, cum dripping down on the floor. your knees were shaking as you did your best to stand up. “look at you such a mess” Yunho chuckled as he licked his fingers clean. he then pushed you down so you sat on your knees looking up at him with hazy eyes. he pulled down his shorts and boxers enough to let his erect dick spring free standing up against his stomach. you gulped when you saw the big veiny cock in front of you, the tip was swollen and leaking precum. he took the tip to your lips. “open wide and be a good girl” you opened your mouth and gave the tip a few licks before wrapping your lips around him bobbing your head. Yunho threw his head back and let out a deep moan. he brushed your hair behind the ear and held the rest up for you in a ponytail. it was hard not to gag when his big dick kissed the back of your throat and you felt yourself getting a bit dizzy from the lack of air.

you sped up the pace and took him in all the way to the base of his cock, your nose touching his pubic bone. “f-fuck i’m gonna cum aah” Yunho started to thrust his hips to get more friction. there were drool hanging out the corners of your mouth and you felt his cock twitch. you looked up at Yunho struggling to keep himself together, his hair sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his neck and chest. he stopped your movements and along with a big groan you felt hot fluids spilling down your throat. you swallowed it all and stuck out your tongue showing him that it was all gone. “damn you’re good at this” he smirked looking down at you. he put himself back in his shorts and you fixed your skirt. none of you bothered to clean up the mess on the floor. “so.. should we date or just fuck?” Yunho asked while he had one eyebrow raised. that was a question you weren’t prepared for. “maybe we’ll just fuck for a while and then we’ll see..” you said biting your lip to tease him some more. “you better go back out there before your coach kills you” you said heading out the door. you had pulled your skirt up so your ass cheeks poked out knowing Yunho would watch you. his eyes were stuck on your ass until you were out of sight. he felt himself getting hard again, a big upset sigh left his lips.

when he got back home he took care of the problem himself cause he had to wait until tomorrow to get his dick sucked again.

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a baby miracle: part 6

previous part

“Where are my little honeybees?”, you smiled at the familiar sound of Benny’s voice. You looked over your shoulder and noticed a giddy smile forming on your baby’s face. A lil´ daddy’s girl. You couldn’t really blame her though, because, in a way, you were too.

Matilda made animalistic noises as she tore the pancakes you had made earlier in big chunks - probably too overwhelmed with the excitement she was feeling upon her daddy’s arrival. You sighed at the mess before you and picked up her little plastic fork from the floor. You wiped it up and set it in front of her again. “Alrighty, Tilly, no more messy hands please.”, you looked at her and poked her chubby cheek. The baby just laughed, almost mocking you.

Warm hands on your waist made you jump a little, the reaction earning a snicker from Benny. “Honeybee being a lil´ troublemaker again?”. A breathy laugh left your lips as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, his lips leaving kisses on your cheek.

“I don’t think she’s a huge fan of pancakes, quite honestly.”, you said truthfully and pointed with a finger at the mess that had yet to be cleaned up. All while Matilda was staring at the two of you with big, curious eyes.

Benny shook his head and unwrapped his arms from around you and silently approached his daughter. Matilda’s little eyes followed her daddy’s movements, even as he squatted down in front of the highchair. Benny picked up a chunk of pancake and put it in his mouth, humming at the sweet taste.

“See, babygirl? Mama made them and they’re so good, yes?”, Matilda instinctively picked up a torn chunk of the sweet and pecked it with her lips. Benny laughed and moved his eyes on you, wanting to make sure you hadn’t missed the moment. You shook your head with a small smile and leaned against the doorframe.

“No, bee, no kissing the pancake. You eat it. Like this, look.”, and he went on to put another half chewed pancake in his mouth.

You crossed your arms on your chest and smiled at the interaction. “You know, honey… I can fix you a quick lunch if you’re hungry.”, your tone was laced with tease, but it made him chuckle.

He glanced your way and smiled. “I’m good eating bee’s food, thank you very much.”, you rolled your eyes as you bit back a smile. You moved on in front of the sink, starting to clean up your daughter’s mess, stealing glances at the two of them every now and then. An inevitable smile made its way on your face, thinking about how far you’ve all come along.

The day you found out you were pregnant was the day you thought you lost Benny to his past and insecurities. The day your daughter was born was the day you thought you lost Benny to the club. The day you brought your little bee home from the hospital was the day you thought you lost Benny to your own mistrusting feelings. 

No, he wasn’t right for missing the birth of your daughter and it wasn’t exactly fair to you either, but what was the point of life if we all held resentment to one another? You couldn’t. Especially because you knew that beneath Benny’s rough exterior was a heart of gold. The man worshipped the ground you walked on - also he worshipped every pancake chunk Matilda threw at him.

Life is no easy ride, but that’s why rollercoasters are so fun. Each bump with its ups and downs makes it incredibly unique. And why not experience that rollercoaster with a man like Benny?

“Baby, today is that picture thing at the club, remember?”, you blinked as you were rushed back to reality. You dried your hands with a small towel and hummed, turning around.

“Yes, of course I remember, honey. That's the whole reason why we bought that little denim jacket before Matilda was even born.”, you commented with a smile at the sweet memory.

Benny picked up your daughter and set her on his hip. “And the little pink booties. Let’s not forget those.”, he said in a softer voice and smooched Matilda’s cheek.

Without even being able to step foot in the club, you heard Johnny’s booming voice coming closer.

“Alright, where’s my little niblet?”, little Matilda’s feet kicked in Benny’s hold as Johnny reached his hands out for her. You laughed with your husband at your bee’s silly reaction.

“Oh, Johnny, your hair is looking real nice.”, you complimented. Johnny tickled Matilda and finally took her in his arms.

He did a little jump with her in his arms, making your baby squeal in delight. “Thanks, kid. Betty made sure I looked nice and proper.”, he rolled his eyes. “But look at this little princess with the little jacket.”

You wrapped an arm around Benny’s waist and smiled. “And the pink boots.”, your husband chimed in. Matilda wiggled her little feet as if to show uncle Johnny what her daddy was fussing over.

“Alright, let’s go. Everyone’s waitin´. You’re the last ones to arrive.”

“Benny didn’t know how to style his hair.”, you said teasingly, making Johnny snicker. Benny rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder with yours.

“Lady Benjamin and her hair. Of course.”

After some swear words were thrown around, at which you scolded them both for, you finally made your way in the club. The guys, their wives and kids all ran over to finally meet and get to know the club’s newest member. Your heart soared at the love everybody already seemed to have for your little bee.

“Okay, now let’s try one more picture. A serious one this time.”, you quickly turned around and fixed Benny’s collar. He smiled and winked at you.

“Well, if you’re fixin´ mine, I gotta fix yours too, no?”, the teasing tone withheld hints of seduction, making your cheeks burn. You shifted Matilda to your right hip as Benny’s fingers pulled at your collar.

“Doesn't seem like you're fixin´ nothing, Benny.”, you said in a small tone.

“Oh yeah?”, the tone in his voice dropped lower, making it incredibly hard for you to keep your composure. Your brows shot to your forehead, wondering what this crazy man had in plan next.

“I’ll show you fixing´ honey.”, and right as the click on the camera went off, his lips were pressed on yours. 

Your little girl squealed in your arms, though nobody seemed to notice that the picture wasn’t as perfect as it had to be. You fought the urge not to sigh into the familiarity of that kiss. The kind of familiarity you could never get enough of, because it was all yours.

“I love you, baby.”, you were the one who leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was crystal clear for everybody.

“Lord have mercy. There goes baby number two.”

THE END

A/N: what a ride! I love these two so much 🥺 let me know what your thoughts are on the series & this chapter xx wishing all of you peace and love xx

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smoking hot | s. hanta

s: You find out pro hero Cellophane is a hypocrite. w: smoking, suggestive themes, hints at depression n: "smoking is unattractive" well, maybe for YOU, but that panel of sero smoking sent me on a spiral alright

dividers by @/saradika-graphics | beta read by jemifiss | read on ao3

The music is still loud from outside the club and you slightly nod your head to it, the last bit of drunkenness trying to hold tight onto you. To be honest, you don’t even know why you came. You’re not exactly 21 anymore, so drinking is no longer an option – not if you want to wake up feeling like dying the next day. A drink or two is enough for the night.

However, the comfort of a cigarette is very welcome.

The breeze of a summer night is also very welcome as you step outside, already lighting the tobacco stick between your lips.

The moment your eyes find him, your stomach does that thing where it thinks you’re riding a rollercoaster. It flips and sinks to your knees, and your heart follows the dance by either beating too hard, or skipping a beat. He’s outside the restaurant that’s just beside the club, with some people you don’t recognize. He’s dressed down, stripped of his hero suit, the first time you see him in civilian clothes you think. But that’s not what catches your eyes.

Between Sero’s index and middle finger, there’s a cigarette that he brings to his lips once in a while. Before you can think, your legs are bringing you to him.

You still remember the first time he just showed up at the roof of your apartment building. 

The weather was still pleasant  every time you went up there to take a smoke – your roommate hated when you smoked in the apartment, so the rooftop was your go-to –, and not the heat that makes you sweat even if you aren't moving. Sero landed on the concrete floor with a thud and, at first, it startled you, but when you recognized the uniform, you realized it was a pro hero.

The pro hero that you'd just seen on the TV last night.

He didn't notice you at first. So you just watched as he removed his helmet with a sigh and tried to fix his hair, the muscles on his back very visible under the tight fabric of the black-yellow-white suit. You watched as he sat down on the edge of the roof, legs dangling from it. Much like you were sitting. When he finally noticed he shared a space with you, he widened his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Miss,” he said, standing up from his spot, “didn’t know I wasn’t alone.”

You laughed softly, “Please don’t call me that.”

Then, you offered a cigarette from your pack, which led to a scolding from a man who seemed to have just given a course about smoking and drinking to a bunch of high schoolers.

“You know those things are bad for your health, right?”

“Mhm.” You made a show of taking a long drag and inhaling the smoke, “My grandmother died from lung cancer. She used to smoke since she was seventeen.”

Sero widened his eyes, but you just looked up at him with hooded eyes and an amused smile on your lips.

“Then, why…?” He didn't really need to finish his question for you to shrug and answer,

“Life.” You look away, feeling the wind blow on your face.

“You could–”

“Die?” You interrupt him, smiling. “I could fall off this edge and die tonight.”

“Please don't,” he says, sitting down again, this time a little bit closer to you, “my shift just ended.”

You snort, earning a little laugh from him.

The next night, he showed up on the roof again. He probably thought you wouldn’t be there, but his eyes looked for you before he took his helmet off. You watched as he nodded and sat down on the edge of the roof, still not as close to you as you secretly wanted.

“You never told me your name,” he said, nonchalantly, as if he's commenting about the weather.

“You never asked.” You shrugged, offering your pack of cigarettes again, as if he hadn’t gone through that whole lecture the night before. He looks at it, then looks back at you, shaking his head.

The routine went on for about two months: you two would hang out on the rooftop of your apartment building, usually at night, and make small talk. You’d never admit it, but you googled him one night, before he arrived, and noticed his personal instagram was private. Only the professional account was public, and the pictures were either from charity events, or promotional merchandise pictures. 

He seemed like a textbook, perfect hero.

Until you saw him smoking.

“Prohero Cellophane spotted being a hypocrite,” you say when you approach, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the side. And then you mirror his own words, with an impression of his voice, “You know those things are bad for your health, right?”

Sero turns around and pauses for a second when he realizes it’s you. A slick smile curves his lips and his eyes are hooded as they run through your body. You chose a tighter dress than you’re used to wearing, and his eyes stop at your cleavage for so long that you’re almost self conscious about it. But then, he speaks and you just know he’s not sober.

“What are you, a stalker?” His voice is much deeper than it usually is and it makes you tingle.

“I could ask you the same.” You blow the smoke from your lips, “I was sad, so my friend brought me to the club to cheer me up.”

“What were you sad for?” Sero is now fully facing you, a hand inside his pocket, the other bringing the cigarette to lips again.

You shrug, “Life.”

He takes his time, sucking the smoke of the cigarette, eyes still on you, and you can’t help but think he looks so sexy right now. You don’t know if it’s the cigarette, or the clothes, or the fact he’s undressing you with his eyes, but he looks so fucking hot. And, not for the first time, you think about kissing him, about touching him, about running your hands on his chest, his abdomen until–

“Dude, are you introducing us, or…?” The blonde man that’s with him interrupts your thoughts. Sero clears his throat and swallows, seeming to also come back to real life.

“These are Kaminari, Sato and Jirou,” he says, stepping to the side so his friends are visible to you.

You say your name, waving awkwardly.

“You know, I am kinda hurt you’ve never accepted my Malboros. Here I was, thinking you were actually thinking about my health.”

Sero laughs, “That watermelon shit isn’t for me.”

You pause, feigning offense.

“Well.” You sniff, jokingly, “I’ll have you know I’ve moved to mint. Is that okay with you?”

The smile that graces his features is so infuriatingly hot.

“Yeah. That’s better.”

The sexual tension is so palpable and the moment of silence between you two is so loud, you can feel it in your heartbeat. It seems to last forever and just a few seconds at the same time, and all you want to do is spend time with this guy. You don’t want to go back to your friend, you really don’t want to break eye contact, but you still say,

“I should probably go back. My friend might be looking for me.”

“Right,” Sero clears his throat, “be careful on your way back.”

You smile at him, “Be careful when you land on my roof later. Or you can use the door, like a normal person. Apartment 7B.”

Your heart races as you turn around to walk back to the club. You can’t believe you invited him over like that. Well, it’s an open invitation, but still.

“Dude,” Kaminari says, watching you walk away.

“Shut up.” Sero sighs, closing his eyes and cringing.

“She was flirting with you,” Jirou laughs, “You know that, right?”

“Fuck.”

“That was a very straightforward invitation,” Sato laughs.

Sero groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fuck.”

…

Sero's hand shakes as he raises it to knock on your apartment door. He doesn't know how long he stood there, on the rooftop, trying to hype himself, trying to sober up enough so he can see you.

He never thought this would happen. He's been wanting to make a move on you for weeks, but you've only seen him when he's on hero duty. He didn't want you to think prohero Cellophane was a creep.

Somehow, you catching him smoking isn't much better.

He knocked three times, after releasing a breath. Apartment 7B, you said. It wasn't hard for him to find it, given he took a shortcut coming from the roof. The longer you took to open the door, the more his confidence faded. What if you changed your mind? What if you're looking at him through the peephole, watching as he fusses over his hair and thinking he looks ridiculous? What if–

The door opens, interrupting his inner questions, and you show up with the sleepiest face on Earth. Your hair is messy and you're wearing what seems are pajama pants and an extra large Gorillaz T-shirt.

“You took so long, I'm not even horny anymore,” you say, rubbing your eye to chase the sleep away.

His heart sinks, “Sorry. I can come back some other–”

“No.” You grab his hand and pull him inside your apartment, closing the door behind you. Sero doesn't even have time to look around his apartment before you're pulling him towards your bedroom. You walk to a nearby laundry basket and toss him a pair of sweatpants and get on the bed, sighing.

“It's a man's sweats,” you say when you notice his hesitation, “hurry up, the bed's getting cold.”

Confusion must be clear on his face, because you laugh and lean on your elbow, smiling at him.

“Having second thoughts?” you joke, but when he doesn't laugh, you sit up on the bed, “We can have sex in the morning, if you want. I'm sorry I'm not–”

“No, it's just–” Sero has the urge to laugh at the situation. He's known you for like three months, but he feels like it's been ages. He’s strangely comfortable around you. And it makes him want to know you more. “Your roommate is a guy?”

You laugh, lying back down on the mattress, watching as he starts to undress. An act so intimate, but you don't feel the need to look away.

“Why, you jealous?”

A pang of guilt stabs him in the heart. Is he jealous?

“God, you're hot.” You mumble as he takes his shirt off and tosses it on your desk. That makes him smile.

Sero accepts your invitation to lie down as you lift the blankets in the bed. He gets on it, the fabric of the sheets stained with your warmth and smell. His head hits the pillow and, only now, he realizes how tired he is. Your warm hands snake through his torso, running your palms on his chest and abdomen, before wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer, your body flush with his.

“They're my brother's.” Your quiet voice interrupts the moment.

“What?”

“The sweatpants. They're my brother's.”

He laughs softly and wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer. Your head tucks under his chin and you inhale his scent: alcohol, cigarettes, and a faint hint of cologne. It takes you only a few seconds before you're asleep again.

Sero's eyes are heavy as well, but he tries to fight sleep, wanting to spend as much time with you. You're so magnetic, he can't help it but to stay with you for as long as he can.

But sleep comes to him as quickly as it comes to you and he can't wait to wake up tomorrow.

me at smoker sero:

[kamotecue]

the one that got away ❆ l. williamson

pairing: leah williamson x fem!reader

summary: after you had torn your acl, it was deemed that you weren't able to return to your football career. so, what happens when you pursued something different, that the one you love, ended up being the one who got away? singer!reader

agony was what the blonde defender felt, it was the agony of losing you - the one that got away, for the english captain it was a relentless ache, the haunting melody of memories that lingers long after the music has stopped. her silent screams, the tumultuois storm of her emotions that threatens to consume every one of her thoughts and feelings. it was definitely a rollercoaster ride of emotions, the experience you both had together as a couple - the deep sense of grief and loss, the emptiness feeling that was impossible to feel, how every thought is consumed by the memories of you - how you'd both dance in the rain, her watching in amusement as you would always make blanket forts during movie nights, how she held onto you close as if you were going to disappear, and lastly, her favorite - the way she'd kiss you in private, how she showed you what it's like to be loved.

yet there it was, the winter of 2011 - you had suffered an anterior cruciate ligament injury making everything fall down, as much as you tried there was nothing that you could do. and so, you had left the football world, despite being the arsenal prodigy. a knock was heard, as you gazed at your bedroom door - the blonde defender had carefully opened the door, she looked at your eyes to see them filled with tears, knowing how this moment would change everything. your career ending injury, the one you sustained was not just a blow to your body, but a devestating blow to your dreams. you had worked so hard, sacrificed so much, to reach the pinnacle of yourcareer, only to have it all taken away in an instant.

"i won't be playing alongside you, as we thought, lee." your voice broke as you buried your face into the crook of her neck. the blonde reaching to softly rub your back, in an attempt to calm you which it did. the sniffles was heard throughout the house, yet all she could do was be there for you. it took you a while to accept circumstance, so you moved onto something else - music was the second, no third thing you loved - besides football, and the english defender. a year later, you took off into the music industry with a storm - you decided to form a band with your childhood friends, performing in sold-out stadiums, releasing a whole album - and it was even worse when the band had even gotten more famous.

in the early days, the love between you two was a bright flame, burning fiercely and passionately. but as your music career soared to unimaginable heights, the glare of fame cast a shadow over their relationship, changing everything. you had never anticipated the level of fame and scrutiny that would come with the band's success. everywhere you went, you were followed by a throng of fans and paparazzi, eager for a glimpse into your glamorous life. in which the pressure to maintain your image became suffocating, and you knew that any hint of scandal could spell disaster for your career. asmuch as you loved the blonde defender, you also knew that being seen with her in public could invite unwanted attention and speculation. that's why you couldn't bear the thought of her being surrounded by the media, or having her privacy invaded - as she loved being private. and so, with a heavy heart, you made the painful decision to push her away, thinking it was for the best.

at first, lee was confused and hurt with the way you acted, the unnesscary coldness. you tried to explain it, to make her understand the pressure you were under, but the damage had already been done, the trust between you two had been shattered, despite your best intentions - it couldn't be repaired. so as the distance between you two grew, your love began to wither and fade - the bright flame that had once burned so brightly was now nothing more than a flicker, barely illuminating the darkness that crept into the relationship. in the end, you were alone - your fame and success, a hollow comfort for the love that you'd lost. you often find yourself pondering, if you made the right choice, if pushing her away had been the only option, but deep down, you knew that the price of fame had been too high, and that you'd always regret the day that you'd let her slip away.

yet there you were, in front of her eyes - performing in front of 90,000 fans. she still loves you, and a part of her is hoping that you still do. and you do, you still do - there are countless nights were you're looking up at the hotel ceiling, a lingering ache in your heart for the love you had lost, the one that could've been yours if fate had not intervened. you'd often wondered how things could've been different if the acl injury had never happened, perhaps you would've never pursued music with such fervor, instead choosing a quieter life by her side. the lazy mornings spent in bed, tangeled in each other's embrace, and peaceful evenings watching as the sun would set, hand in hand. but reality was cruel, and the injury shattered not just your dreams but also the future you had envisioned with her. and as the final notes of your song had faded away, you closed your eyes, imagining for a brief moment that she was there in the crowd, that the blue eyes you had fallen in love with - and when you opened them, she was. a wide smile was seen on her face, as you noticed the tears in her eyes that were begging to drop, she was watching you with pride and love.

the crowd had cheered, as you looked away - greeted them with a small smile, as you bid goodbye. her eyes followed as you left the stage, a concerned look was seen throughout your bandmate's eyes. the crowd began to leave, one by one - yet a dazed look was shown on her face, you saw her, yet you haven't made the effort to do anything. maybe you shouldn't, maybe you couldn't or maybe you didn't have to.

"come on, lee - the concert is done." beth, her club and national teammate said, as a soft sigh was heard. she didn't notice a tour staff had walked her way. you had given orders to invite her teammate's backstage. the defender had only looked up when she took note of the unfamiliar ones, her eyes locked onto someone in uniform, the lanyard confirming that she worked for, or with you.

"ms. williamson, i presume? i was ordered to give you these backstage passes, as well as to escort you backstage." the worker said, as her eyes gazed to the passes in her hands, beth and a few others, their eyes had widened in shock. she slowly stood up before nodding to the girl, as every step began to feel a bit heavy for the defender, you walked back in forth in your changing room - wondering if it was the right choice.

it was, as the team had been led backstage, leah had caught the eyes of your three childhood best friends - people that she also knows, as she formed a friendship with the trio while you were dating. an amused look was seen on oliver's face, as he stood up to greet the team.

"never thought i'd see you again, lee." oliver's charming voice was heard, catching the eyes of his two other bandmate's "childhood friends". a soft smile was shown on archie's and adeline's face.

"neither did i" the english captain's voice was calm, gaining the attention of oliver who softly hummed.

"we've missed you, but she misses you more." oliver replied, he gazed at your dressing room door - it opened, revealing you.

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

Inspired by @absolutebl and @heretherebedork's posts about 10 BL endings they wish had been April Fools Jokes, presenting:

10 BLs with plots that felt like an April Fools' Joke:

(Full disclosure: I loved all of these shows. I finished all of these shows. Whether they were good, bad, frustrating, or anything in between, they scratched an itch in my brain and entertained me to no end; like any well-executed April Fools' prank).

But before that, some honorable mentions:

1. Century of Love (hi grandpa. He's probably too young for you. Also, why is there a fox spirit here? Is this a transmigration series or a fantasy series?! Pick a lane dude!)

2. Pit Babe (ah, Pit Babe. Are you an omegaverse? Are you a sports-themed bl? Are you gay X-Men? Are you the unholy amalgamation of them all? I love this color on you.)

3. The Boy Next World (so he's lying about the parallel worlds... he's just a stalker. Or, wait, there is a parallel world? But he's stal-- oh, now they're both stalkers? What the hell is going on? Well at least the leads are pretty.)

4. Four Minutes (I fried my own brain trying to understand the plot of this one. I spent my viewing hours just listlessly looking at the characters doing something on screen, praying that one day, any day, it will all make sense.)

5. Jack and Joker: U Steal My Heart (this shouldn't make the list. BUT that special episode was a JOKE. I refuse to accept it as canon.)

AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

10. Battle of the Writers

Because let's be honest, after the couples got together (which they achieved at an average length of one episode each), THE PLOT WENT EVERYWHERE and NOWHERE all at once. OOH they were childhood friends, OOH now this editor is trying to steal this writer friend from his boyfriend, OOH now this other guy goes on vacation and falls for a random islander, OOH lead character randomly LOSES HIS EYESIGHT, then gets it back an episode later. OOH random actor has a crush on the lead writer.

True to its title, I fully believe that all writers involved in this show had a battle inside that boardroom to see where the series' plot is supposed to go. Sadly, they all won.

9. Dead Friend Forever

...was this a BL? Maybe. Well, they made out with each other a lot in this. I spent half of the runtime wishing half of the characters were dead, and the other half wishing the rest would get the hell out of that school. Pretty, balanced ride now that I think about it.

(Barcode and Ta' characters should have ended up together. The fact that they didn't made this series a true April Fools' joke)

8. Choco Milk Shake

Some of the leads spawned from pets. That's it. That's the premise. Otherwise, this is pretty low on the list because the execution isn't as outrageous as the initial plot. I was kinda wishing they would run with the crazy, but this is Korea. This is as crazy as it'll get.

7. Venus in the Sky

This was as plotless as Battle of the Writers. The only reason this beat out the others on the list is because the plot was so glacially, PAINFULLY slow. The pacing alone was a bamboozle all on its own. Plus, characters would do the devil's tango OUT OF NOWHERE, in the weirdest places. At one point they went to town with each other's bodies while the front door and windows were OPEN. That poor, traumatized neighborhood.

6. Anti-Reset

Main dude fell in love with a ROBOT, programmed by a company, owned by his UNCLE. Thank the heavens the robot didn't look or act remotely like a robot, otherwise this would be at the upper part of this list. The robot can... cry? Are the tears made of motor oil? Battery-fluid? Gasoline? Speaking of fluids, I have questions... bedroom wise...

5. History 4: Close To You

This was a rollercoaster from beginning to end. Manchild meets old crush at his workplace, woes her by... pretending to be in a relationship with his best friend? And then falls for his best friend. Then there was a harrassment lawsuit somewhere in there? And two dudes got married? Aight, aight.

Don't get me started on the stepbros. It's a bit ickier than Unknown's premise, because here their respective parents are still MARRIED to each other when the stepbros start doing the devil's tango. This all feels like unintentional grooming. I'm with your parents on this one, sorry.

4. Utsukushii Kare

I'm gonna say it: Hira deserved better. And I know Kiyoi is made out to be this emotionally-stunted, tortured soul who's secretly been in love with Hira all along, etc. etc. I don't care. Hira deserves to be loved by someone who expresses it openly and proudly. And isn't a bully. Yes I said it.

(Kiyoi did get better in the following season. Hira still should have chosen that photographer friend from college)

3. Word of Honor (I'm counting it. That canon ending where they live together in the mountains is as homo as any on this list)

In hindsight, this one might not be as crazy as the others on this list. Villain assassin falls in love with villain cult leader. A match made in purgatory because turns out, someone else out-evils them both. But as a couple, they made sense.

If only they didn't COMPETE to unalive themselves or each other EVERY OTHER EPISODE. Dude bro puts nails in his own body. Other dude bro jumps off a cliff. Dude bro surrenders to the enemy and suffers torture. Other dude bro sacrifices his life energy so his main dude can survive.

I swear if this was released fifteen years earlier during the bury-your-gays era, both Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu wouldn't have made it past the third episode. Draw the curtains, plot will now focus on Gu Xiang. But no, it's 2021. The gays found the censored unlimited plot armor.

2. Secret Crush on You

The premise? Simple. Guy has crush. Crush likes him back (multiply by five couples).

The execution? UNHINGED. Toh, the main character, keeps a MUSEUM's worth of souvenirs (ehem, trash) of his crush. He kept a paint can. He kept a plastic bag. He kept leftover food, guys. FOOD. He keeps his crush's leftovers DEAR GOD.)

Toh also gets drunk every time they're travelling somewhere, intentionally KISSES the girl who's trying to steal his crush away to... fend her off? Tries to kiss Saint's character because he scored him a photoshoot gig with his crush (Suppapong I'm blaming this all on you). And his crush Nuea is INTO ALL OF THAT. What the ACTUAL HELL.

The rest of the cast was precious. That's the only reason this didn't top the list.

And the biggest joke of them all:

1. My Stand-In (because WHAT IN THE YAOI HELL WAS THIS?)

Screw the bury-your-gays trope. The gay will bury you, resurrect you, make you an escort, and... marry you?

Prior to My Stand-In, I have never seen Poom Phuripan (Joe's actor) act in anything else. From his MDL, he's been in a LOT of projects as a former Channel 8 agent. In Asia, that means you're under a steady rotation of guest and supporting roles in soap operas, most times as either the most expendable character, as a villain, or the anti-hero for bigger stars.

As for Ming's actor, I've only seen Up Poompat in one thing-- a bl called Lovely Writer. I am however aware that he started quite young in the acting industry, had a supporting role in Girl From Nowhere, and did a movie with GMM's Phuwin (didn't watch those before My Stand-In. This was all random info I absorbed from the general internet).

So I know both Up and Poom had more acting experience than most of their bl contemporaries. In their case, they've both been nominated for minor awards in previous roles. They would, on paper, be experts at this point.

And THANK GOD for that. Because only an expert could properly JUSTIFY what the hell My Stand-In's plot actually was.

This is the only show I've seen in my lifetime where one main lead acts like an absolute a-hole, gets little to no character development, gets NO PUNISHMENT for his actions (no, Joe's death doesn't punish Ming. It punishes JOE. He's the one who DIED; screw your tears Ming), then STILL GETS THE HAPPY ENDING. Oh, and he's rich too.

Why does fate love Ming? We don't know. Fate is Ming-sexual.

Meanwhile, the true main lead suffers unjust amounts of physical, emotional, social, and truly dysmorphic trauma, yet... remains a sweetheart? Joe, my friend, you died twice, I THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO STAB PEOPLE NOW. Did I mention he's an orphan? And that Joe lost his career because psycho ex-situationship Ming made him miss his big acting break by HITTING him with a bat and KIDNAPPING him. So he found another job which actually KILLED him DEAD. Then he was miraculously resurrected in another body for a second chance at life, only for him to become the boytoy of... psycho ex Ming?!

Why does fate hate Joe? Because they're Ming-sexual, that's why.

I hate Ming on paper. I HATE him. If I hated Kiyoi as an otherwise misguided school bully, then Ming gets all my rage as the most SPOILED, INSENSITIVE, truly HOMICIDAL mc to ever grace my screen. Each episode felt like a turn, and all turns went left. This was... romance? No, this is a True Crimes episode fr fr.

But that just adds to the surrealness of it, because good lawd Up and Poom can ACT. Up is one fine man, but I don't think his looks alone could have justified Ming's garbage character. Up played the role with such CHARM and nuance that I couldn't look away from his trainwreck. It was masochistic. It's his fault. But was it truly? OH NO.

And Poom's acting was a REVELATION. I've seen other great Thai actors before, and not just in BL. Being Asian myself exposed me to Thai series long before I saw my first queers on screen. Poom could best a lot of them. He played Joe in otherwise natural, blink-and-you'll-miss it actions, sometimes just through his eyes. But he played it in such detail that you could physically feel how lonely he was. How frustrated. How yearning. Truly IMPRESSIVE.

My Stand-In alone convinced me to watch all of Up and Poom's back catalog. They've each played monsters and villains and comedians and love interests in the weirdest series. You guys gotta give 'em a chance. Producers, I introduce to you the one ship in BL that can make your WEIRDEST premises watchable. Hot take: give them the accursed omegaverse Pit Babe cannot commit to. I'm sure they'll be able to glorify your kinks (unless Noeul Nuttarat wants to take a stab at it)

Bonus fun fact since you made it all the way here: did you know Up Poompat's original nickname was ALSO Poom (as in the nickname of his current bl partner?) He used Poom during his BL ship run with Kao Noppakao, as well as many of his previous shows and YT channel. He changed his nickname to Up after he screentested with a DIFFERENT Poom that was supposed to be his new bl partner, but it fell through. Then purely coincidental, he found another partner also named Poom, so at least that worked itself out. So how many Pooms does it take to make a ship? Just one apparently. Otherwise it would be PoomPoom. Sounds like a champion Pomeranian. (Ha, a joke!)

And that's a wrap for the biggest April Fools' pranks on Asian queer television to date. Thank you and sound off which BL you think should make this list. Stay kooky, folks!

[xoxorealitygalore]

Twin Baby Surprise: The Interview

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: Jasmine experiences severe abdominal cramps and is forced to call for an ambulance. While waiting for help, she lies down in bed, only to be shocked when she discovers a baby crowning between her legs. With no time to spare, her boyfriend’s son must step in to deliver the baby, which turns out to be twins. And now six months later, her boyfriend’s son does an interview explaining how he delivered the babies and chose their names.

The familiar hum of his laptop’s camera zooming in on his face made Joshua feel a sense of warmth and familiarity. He’d done countless interviews before, most of them for his wrestling career, but today was different. Today, the interviewer was here to talk about his road to WrestleMania, and while that was important. There was something even more significant happening in Joshua’s life that had nothing to do with the wrestling ring.

He was home in his living room, his son Jeyce on the couch beside him. The walls were lined with family photos, framed awards, and wrestling memorabilia, symbols of a life well-lived, a life Joshua was both proud and humbled to have. He glanced over at Jeyce, a boy on the cusp of his teenage years, but with a maturity beyond his age. It was the quiet confidence in his son’s demeanor that made Joshua smile.

He sat back in his chair, adjusting his headset as the interviewer appeared on his screen. Joshua’s eyes, however, were drawn to his reflection in the corner of the camera, a tall, broad figure with a weathered face that had seen a hundred battles, both in the ring and in his personal life. It had been a long journey, but the road to WrestleMania was now within reach.

The interviewer, seated in his remote space, smiled at the camera. “So, Jey, first of all, thank you for taking the time to chat with us. It’s always great to have a chance to talk about your journey, especially now that you’re headed to WrestleMania.”

“Of course,” Joshua replied, giving a grin. “I’ve worked my whole career for this moment, and I can’t wait to make it to the big stage. It’s been a long road, a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but it’s all been worth it.”

The interviewer nodded, looking down at his notes. “Speaking of the road, I know we’ve talked about your career a lot, but I heard there’s been something pretty wild happening in your personal life recently. You and your family have had some surprises. I think I heard something about a birth story?”

Joshua chuckled, a familiar warmth spreading through his chest at the mention of his family. His mind immediately went to the events of the last few months, the moments he never expected, moments that changed everything for him and his loved ones. The birth of his twin daughters was nothing short of miraculous, and there was a part of him that still marveled at it all.

“Well, yeah, it’s been a rollercoaster ride,” Joshua said, leaning forward slightly, his voice taking on a more casual tone. “It’s been a wild few months, to say the least.”

The interviewer, sensing an opening, pushed on. “So, I’ve heard your son, Jeyce, played a pretty big part in the birth of your twin daughters. Is that true? Can you tell us about what happened?”

Joshua’s heart swelled as he glanced over at Jeyce. The boy was sitting there, arms crossed, a subtle grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Joshua could see the pride in his son’s eyes, this was a story he hadn’t shared with many people, and it was one that would always hold a special place in his heart.

“Well, that’s where the story gets interesting,” Joshua said, his voice low but filled with affection. “You see, Jasmine had something called a cryptic pregnancy, so basically, we didn’t find out she was pregnant until she was already in labor. I was out with my brother getting a haircut when things took a turn.”

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, but the memory was still so vivid in his mind. It felt like it had happened just yesterday, the frantic urgency, the uncertainty, and the complete absence of preparation.

“Jasmine was home,” he continued, “and the contractions came out of nowhere. It was one of those situations where we thought she might just be having a stomach issue, but when she called me in a panic, that’s when I knew something was off. I raced home, but when I got there, I found my son, Jeyce, stepping in like a pro.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Wait, hold on…Your son delivered the babies?”

Joshua nodded, a broad smile breaking across his face. “Yeah, he did. It was crazy. Jasmine went into labor so suddenly that there was no time to get to the hospital. The ambulance hadn’t even arrived yet, and Jeyce… Well, Jeyce just took charge. He ended up delivering not one, but two babies, my twin daughters, Jamari and Jamya.”

The interviewer let out a small laugh. “That’s incredible.”

Joshua’s voice was filled with awe. “He acted like he’d been doing this for years. Honestly, I didn’t even know how he knew what to do, but there he was, delivering the twins. He’s been their protector ever since.”

Joshua could see Jeyce’s chest puff out slightly as the boy beamed with pride. There was something about the way Jeyce stood there, both humble and confident, that made Joshua’s heart swell. Jeyce wasn’t just his son, he was a natural leader, the kind of person who stepped up when others faltered, the kind who would always rise to the occasion when needed most.

“And how are the twins doing?” the interviewer asked, clearly fascinated by the story.

“They’re doing great,” Joshua replied, the smile on his face softening. “They’re healthy and happy. And they’re already obsessed with Jeyce. Honestly, I think he’s more of a protector to them than anything else. He’s always by their side, looking after them, making sure they’re okay.”

The interviewer nodded. “It sounds like Jeyce took on the role of the big brother and protector.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Joshua agreed. “I couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s the best big brother ever. And the twins, they just adore him. They follow him around everywhere, and they’re always looking for him. It’s like they know he’s the one who brought them into this world.”

At that point, Joshua could see Jeyce shifting in his seat beside him, as though he was eager to speak for himself. The interviewer noticed it too.

“Well, I think we’ve got the right person in the room to explain what happened next,” the interviewer said, his tone warm. “Jeyce, would you mind sharing a bit about how you helped deliver your baby sisters?”

Jeyce’s face lit up as he leaned forward, clearly ready to take on the moment. He was a natural in front of the camera, something Joshua never expected from him at such a young age. But there was something about being able to tell the world about the incredible experience he had that made Jeyce’s confidence soar.

“Yeah, I mean, it was crazy,” Jeyce began, his voice steady but full of excitement. “I didn’t even know what was happening at first. Jazzy was in pain, and then… I saw the baby coming. It wasn’t like what you see on TV. But I just did what I had to do. I helped her, and the first baby came out. And then the second one right after.”

He paused, as though reliving the moment in his mind. “I named them, too,” he added, his voice filled with pride. “Jamari and Jamya. They’re my sisters. And I’m going to protect them for the rest of my life.”

Joshua watched as Jeyce spoke, his heart swelling with admiration. This wasn’t just his son, this was a young man who had proven, in the most extraordinary way, that he was capable of handling life’s toughest challenges.

The interviewer seemed completely captivated. “That’s amazing, Jeyce. You’ve taken on the role of the protector. It’s clear how much you care for your sisters.”

Jeyce nodded, his chest puffing up just a little more. “Yeah. They’re my responsibility now. I’m their big brother, and I’m never going to let them forget who brought them into the world.”

Joshua chuckled, his voice light. “Yeah, I joke that Jeyce is never going to let them forget it. He’ll remind them for the rest of their lives that he delivered them.”

The interviewer laughed as well, clearly impressed with the bond between father and son. “I’m sure that’s something they’ll never forget.”

Joshua smiled, feeling a wave of affection wash over him as he glanced at Jeyce.

Joshua paused for a moment, then added something that felt like it had been building up for a while.

“Oh, and by the way,” Joshua said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, “Jasmine and I got married two months ago. We didn’t make a big deal of it. It was just something we felt we needed to do for our family. It wasn’t the wedding we had planned, but with the twins and everything else, it just felt right.”

The interviewer’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, so you and Jasmine got married? That’s amazing!”

Joshua nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a whirlwind, but in a way, everything’s falling into place. The twins, the wedding, this is our family, and it’s all come together most unexpectedly.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly moved by the story. “Well, Joshua, I think it’s safe to say you have a lot on your plate with WrestleMania, being a father, a husband, and a protector. You’re doing it all.”

Joshua chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I’m just doing my best. But, yeah, life’s a lot more interesting than I ever thought it would be. I’m grateful for every moment of it.”

As the interview continued, Joshua couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride. His life had taken him on a journey he never could have predicted, but every twist, every turn, had led him to exactly where he was meant to be. And now, with his family at his side, his wife, his sons, and his twin daughters, he knew that this was just the beginning of something even greater.

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[paradisedumpling]

Valentine's Carnival

TROPE: girlfriend!minji x girlfriend!reader; valentine's day special

CONTENT WARNING: fear of rollercoastes; otherwise this is all fluff

SYNOPSIS: a little valentine's double date with your girlfriend and friends

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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You silently watched from afar as Hanni tried to win a plushie for Danielle on a shooting booth in the festival you guys were. The problem is, she has terrible aim and is missing all the shots. But she's determined to win a plushie for her girlfriend no matter what. That must probably be her fourth time trying. Danielle had tried getting her to stop spending so much money on that booth and go to another easier one, but Hanni was set on getting a big plushie for Danielle.

"I'm back, baby!" A voice suddenly speaking at your side made you turn away from the sight of your friend's struggle. "They didn't have the all sausage ones so I just got us a mozzarella cheese one and a mixed one, hope you don't mind." You smiled gratefully as Minji handed you a corn dog and a red slushie you assumed was strawberry because she knows it's your favorite. "Is she still going at that?" She asked looking away from you and you once again turned your attention to Hanni, who was once again paying for another round. "She's gonna waste all of her money on that and I'm not lending her money this time." You giggled and turned to look at your girlfriend as she took a bite of her food.

You, Minji, Hanni and Danielle were on a double date at a festival your city's biggest university was throwing for Valentine's Day. You had gotten there a few hours ago, enjoying the rides and booths before you and Minji got hungry, deciding to buy something for the two of you while you four rested a bit. And while Minji went to grab your food and you waited for her, Hanni got sight of a big plushie she knew Danielle would love and dragged her girlfriend there in promise of gaining her a plushie with her 'skills'.

"Should we go help?" You asked, bitting down on your own corn dog and humming at the tasty flavor. "This is like her fifth round now." Minji winced at the new information.

"We probably should. There's still a few hours until the end of the festival and many places I wanna go." You nodded and you two slowly made your way towards your friends, standing by Danielle's side as the three of you watched the concentration and frustration on Hanni's face.

"Please get her to drop this after this turn." Danielle whispered to you two, clutching Hanni's wallet on her hands in slight fear of her girlfriend spending all of her money on that booth.

"Oh, come on!" Hanni groaned frustrated as she missed again. "This thing is all wrong." She mutered under her breathe, closing one eye to aim and prepare to shoot again.

"Hanni–"

"Don't distract me, Minji." You could only hopelessly watch as Hanni missed the target, groaning loudly when she saw her munition had ended and she didn't get the plushie she wanted.

"Come on, Hanni. Let's go somewhere else." Danielle nervously pleaded, trying to drag the girl away from the booth.

It took Minji chomping down her food quickly and practically dragging Hanni away from there on her shoulders to stop the vietnamese to spend her money yet again on that booth. But once you finally got far enough from there, Hanni got distracted with a small rollercoaster you hadn't tried on yet.

"I'm not going." You told Minji before she even had a chance to turn to you with her bear cub eyes, wiping your already sweaty hands on your clothes as the screams of the people riding the rollercoaster made your heart drop.

"Come on, baby!" Minji took one of your hands and held tightly, gently coaxing you to follow after your two friends that were already on their way to the waiting line. "You're going to be okay." She whispered in your ears, bringing you in a comforting hug as you took deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"If I die my inheritance will goes to our son." You mumbled on her shoulders, the genuine laugh she let out making you relax further.

"You won't die but your insistence on calling your dog our son is lovely, baby." You pulled back with a gasp, playfully slapping her shoulders and looking back to your friends to motion to Minji with incredulity, Danielle and Hanni's faces matching your bewildered expression. "What? He's a dog!"

"He's our son! You were there when he was born!" You clutched your chest with fake hurt, momentarily distracted as you barely noticed the line moving and the four of you getting closer and closer to your turn on the ride.

"We didn't even know each other when you got him–"

"Nonsense!" You waved your hands around to shush her. You were about to speak again when a worker called for the next people in line and you froze, holding Minji's arm so hard you were worried she might get hurt. "Baby, please I love you so much don't do this to me–"

"Let's go, girls!" Danielle's excited yell cut your desperate ramble, and you found yourself feeling hopeless as Minji dragged you to sit on the rocket shaped cars.

"This is so cool!" You heard Hanni say, watching as she gave a quick peck to Danielle's cheek as the couple was sitting in front of you and your girlfriend.

"It's just a little roller coaster, baby." Minji held your chin, gently moving your face to look at her and giggling at your fear filled eyes. "But don't worry, just hold on tight, I'll protect you."

"Don't pull an aespa on me, Min." You yelped as the train began moving, bringing you further and further away from safety. "But thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, honey." She wrapped one arm around your shoulders, holding one of your hands with the other as you began ascending for the drop.

Danielle already had both hands up, screaming even if you hadn't reached the drop yet. Hanni was looking between her girlfriend and you and Minji with a playful smile, but the grip she had on the safety bars gave away the fear she was beginning to feel. And although you couldn't see Minji's face, her tight and warm embrace gave you enough comfort to still kept your eyes open.

But that was until you reached the highest point, the cars wheels creaking as they slowed down. There was a slight millisecond were you felt weightless and numb as you dropped down, until everything hit you as the train quickly picked speed and you were suddenly zooming on the roller coaster route.

"MINJI!!" The scream left your mouth at the same time your girlfriend's joyful laughs did, and all you could do was cling to her body for dear life.

The rest of the ride was spent with you with your eyes shut tight and Minji alternating between laughing by herself and telling you comforting words.

The moment you left the roller coaster though, you shoved most of the money you had on your wallet on Hanni's hand and ushered your friends to the first prized booth that had big plushies. "Win something for Dani and leave me away from any of those things for rest of the night please." You gave both of them an encouraging smile, before turning around with Minji's hand still tightly held onto yours. "Okay, love you two, bye!"

"I wanted to get you some plushie with that money too." You kissed the pout away from Minji's lips, pulling her aside to a slight emptier space to wrap your hands around her shoulders and lean closer.

"You know you don't need to, baby love." You whispered against her lips, pecking them again and again until she began giggling.

"It's valentine's day, though." She mumbled, more playful than anything, pulling you closer by the waist. "You deserve it."

"You got me three bouquets today, Min. I think it's quite alright if I don't get a plushie." The proud smirk she gave you prompted you to kiss her again, humming satisfied against her lips. "Besides, our anniversary is in a few months. You can get me one for it."

"I still want to give you something special to end the day, though." Your girlfriend gave you one last kiss before guiding you to your last destination, smiling brightly as she turned to you. "Can't end the day without going to the ferris wheel."

"You're so cheesy." You giggled, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. "That's why I love you."

Contrary to the roller coaster just minutes before, the ascend of the ferris wheel was calmer and didn't terrify you like the other ride. It was quite beautiful too.

The view you had of the campus lights brought the peace you needed as you dropped your head on Minji's shoulder. The carnival bellow you became nothing but a far buzz of colors and happy conversations you couldn't understand, somehow serving as white noise as your body comfortably melted against your girlfriend's.

"Happy Valentines day, Minji."

"Happy Valentines day, baby."

A long hug, a deep kiss, and a quick photo to register the gorgeous scenery sealed a promise to an ever lasting love you shared with your girlfriend Minji, marking this one of many Valentine Days full of love to come in your lives.

When you finally left the carnival, was sharing a heart shaped cottin candy with Minji as you both watched your friends love and happiness in front of you, Danielle carrying a big dog plushie Hanni finally won for her girlfriend. Valentines day is full of gift sharing, but it's core will always be sharing love with the ones you loved. And at that moment, you couldn't feel anything else but the overwhelming love surrounding you.

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abby anderson . drabble?

warnings : based in 80’s , fem reader … think thats it!

“ look at ya, such a pretty thing. “

a flash came after a click to your camera, the one abby had bought you for your birthday. there was a light breeze that flew past your dress and hair, a leather jacket draped over your torso, the one abby gave you.

it was dark outside, the area lit up by different rollercoasters and booths. it smelt like fried food, the sound of music and people’s laughter and conversations rung throughout the air.

“baby, put the camera down!” abby chuckled as you took another picture, she tried to sound annoyed, but her giant grin showed otherwise. “nope, gotta keep your pretty face in my pocket at all times.” you tease, smiling and slipping the camera into your purse. abby couldn’t help but notice how your hips moved while you walked. the loose sky blus dress that hung over your body, falling at your upper thighs. the bra you shown to her in the car.

abby stood beside you, despite the other strong smells, she was hung on your strawberry perfume that seeped into her jacket. she was never washing it again.

you were tempting, she just wanted to pick you up and squeeze you, press trillions of kisses to your body. god, you would be the end of her.

“so, what ride we headin’ to?” the blonde looked around. watching as you click your tongue and search around. you guys had been at the carnival for about an hour and a half now, feet sore from the walk, hearts pumped up from the trillion rides you dragged her to. “hey, how about we go to the photo booth?”

“lead the way, darling.”

you giggle before sitting down, adjusting your dress and scooting over, making space for your girlfriend. she clicks a few buttons, slipping in a few coins.

for the first picture, abby wrapped her arm around your shoulder, locking you in her grip and against her side. pressing a kiss to your head as you laughed and scrunched up your face.

snap! the booth flashed white. “shit, shit! uh…” abby groans. you brought her face closer to yours, the sides of them touching. the heat from your cheeks coming in contact. it didn’t matter how long you were together or how many dates you went on, abby would still get flustered. even over that tough shell.

snap! the white flash came again. “last one!” you giggle. the blue eyed girl grabbed your cheeks, bringing you in for a deep kiss. it was a typical last picture at the photo booths, the kiss. the one you two had seen in many movies and shows, the one you always wanted to recreate. the one abby had to watch over and over cause you loved rom coms that much, and she loved you that much to rewatch them.

snap! the white flash didn’t stop the kiss, continuing before having to break for air. and grab your pictures. you smiled and tapped her cheek, peeking out the booth and grabbing them.

“we look so cute, baby!” you point to the pictures, giving her one more kiss on the cheek. abby’s lips pulled into a smile as she grabbed the little pictures from you, looking at them herself. “we do look pretty cute.” she chuckles and slips them into her jeans.

“gotta keep your pretty face in my pocket.”

this is a super old draft from literally last year.. so bare with me!

[waywardxrhea]

Soon You'll Get Better - Spencer Reid

Part 2 to Heart's Desire | part 3

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!reader

word count: 6,048

content: anxiety, spencer being the most caring boyfriend ever, slight dissociation, ANGST, tears, lots of medical stuff and surgery stuff, a sexual joke, like…one curse word, again - spencer being the best ever i love him so much!

In the months following the case in Tennessee where you collapsed on the job, you and Spencer navigate getting a formal diagnosis and the next steps after you're diagnosed with what could be a fatal heart condition.

an: i got a request by @readingandbaking to make Heart's Desire a mini series, and i LOVED the idea! so, after some serious plotting over the last few days when i finally had some time to sit down and just think, i finally have it all figured out! there will be four parts total, and it'll be an emotional rollercoaster, so buckle in and get ready for the ride!

Grazie, amore mio = thank you, my love

Qualsiasi cosa per te = anything for you

It had been a few weeks since your cardiologist appointment, and since then, you had been confined to desk duty at work. The paperwork was tedious as always, but the fact that you weren’t allowed to go into the field made you antsy. This resulted in extremely long days at your desk without much to do besides wait for calls from the team if they needed your help on a case.

The team had just returned from a case out of state, and had joined you in the task of filing paperwork for the day. The timing of the end of the case couldn’t have been better, because that afternoon, you had another appointment with the cardiologist to get your formal diagnosis and to determine next steps. Spencer worked diligently through his lunch break to finish his paperwork in order to focus on you and the appointment for the rest of the day. So, when your alarm went off reminding you that it was time to head out, he closed the manilla folder he had just dotted his last I on for his signature, and walked it to Hotch’s office, happy with himself for finishing right on time. Not that he hadn’t calculated exactly when he would be done if he maintained his pace throughout the day…

Ever since the case in Tennessee, you had been living with Spencer, having given up your lease to a different tenant wanting your apartment space, so the two of you had been taking one car to work most days, which was helpful for days like today. You drove to give Spencer the opportunity to eat something on the way there, listening to one of your many anti-anxiety playlists as you drove. The music didn’t help as intended, and to say that you were nervous about the appointment was an understatement. Even while the team’s words of comfort and assurance echoed through your mind, you couldn’t help the sense of anxiety creeping up your spine and into your chest. 

Spencer seemed to notice the anxiety in your body language, and when you both got out of the car at the hospital, he wrapped you in his arms before kissing the top of your head. His voice was muffled as he told you, “No matter what happens in this appointment, I’ll be by your side, got it? We’re going to get this figured out, and we’re doing it together.”

You were too choked up to respond, so you just nodded into Spencer’s chest as you tried to make sure your tears didn’t spill onto his dress shirt. After a minute or so in his embrace, you finally steadied your breathing and nodded, pulling away from the hug and lacing your fingers in his as the two of you walked toward the hospital’s entrance. 

It was a bit of a wait before you were finally called back into a small room where you would meet with the cardiologist - Doctor Jordan Rubio. The man in question was slightly older, with a few tattoos on his forearms that were uncovered for only moments as he washed his hands upon entrance into the room. “Appreciator of the art of tattooing?” he asked with a quiet chuckle as he rolled his sleeves down once more. “The hospital still isn’t allowing them to be shown, so I’ve got to keep them covered. A shame, honestly.”

“Right,” you replied quietly, your mind suddenly off in a different world as you tried to remember where you had seen one of those symbols before… It was like there was a block in your mind though as you tried to remember, only recalling a blurry image of the symbol in your mind’s eye. Was it from a movie you liked as a teen? Maybe one of those video games Derek had gotten into recently? Or a book that Spencer had at the apartment?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a gentle call of your name by Spencer as he squeezed your knee. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, and turned your attention toward him as you said, “Sorry, just…a lot on my mind.”

“That’s completely understandable,” the doctor said in a sympathetic tone as you turned your attention toward him once more. “Are you ready to hear the diagnosis?”

“Yes,” you replied, taking a deep breath as you gripped Spencer’s hand in yours. 

“Well, like Dr. Tazmand guessed in Tennessee, you have Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome. There is a defect in the conduction system of your heart that throws you into arrhythmia - SVT to be exact. Obviously, you know about the syncope that can result from it, as well as some medications that are contraindicated for SVT conversion with your condition,” he detailed. “There have been known cases of athletes with the condition passing away in the middle of games because they didn’t know they had the condition and weren’t given medical attention in time. You’re very lucky,” he said which only made your anxiety ramp up even further.

All you could do when you heard the confirmation was nod, a quiet sigh that bordered on a sob escaping your lips. Seeming to be used to giving such life changing diagnoses without batting an eye, Doctor Rubio continued on, saying, “Because of your history of instability with the arrhythmia and syncope episodes, I recommend an ablation surgery. I can get you set up for a consultation with the surgeon who will be able to perform the procedure. For cases like this, he is usually able to get patients onto the table within a few weeks, especially someone of your caliber. Until then, though, no strenuous activity that could cause an episode.” With that, he stood up from his chair and said, “Thank you for coming in, the nurse out front will give you the paperwork you need in order to get in with the surgeon. We’ll see each other again after the surgery for the follow up appointments to make sure everything is in working order.”

As he exited the room, you went into autopilot mode, standing up as Spencer did, and numbly walking out of the room while holding his hand in your trembling one. You were cordial with the nurse at the desk, and Spencer read through all of the papers for you before motioning for you to sign in the proper places to schedule a consultation with the surgeon. 

You needed heart surgery. You needed heart surgery or else you risked dying in the field chasing after an unsub. You were of “high enough caliber” to be seen within weeks, not months. What did that even mean? Were there certain surgeries that this one surgeon did that were easier to get into with a referral from this one cardiologist? Was it because of your job with the FBI? That would be an odd reason to get ahead on the list… No matter, though, you needed heart surgery. And you needed it soon. And that was a terrifying thought. 

You hadn’t even realized that you were out of the hospital and being helped into the passenger seat of the car until Spencer gave you a kiss on the cheek and mumbled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied quietly as your eyes zoned back into your surroundings and you settled into the passenger seat, buckling in and turning down the radio from the volume it had been before. 

The car ride back to the apartment went about the same as your trip out of the hospital. You were in and out of dissociative moments, feeling like hours had passed, but at the same time feeling like it was mere seconds before you were back at the apartment complex with Spencer coming around to your side of the car and helping you out. 

After getting you settled onto the couch with reruns of your favorite show playing softly on the TV, Spencer quietly made his way to the kitchen and started preparing the two of you some hot chocolate, the comfort beverage he found you gravitating toward since being off of caffeine. He placed the mugs of the warm drink on the coffee table in front of you before taking his place beside you, sighing quietly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for the greater part of five minutes before Spencer asked softly, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

When he asked that, the floodgates finally opened, and tears began falling from your eyes as you choked down a sob, whispering, “I’m scared, Spence…”

“I know…” he whispered back, pulling you further into his embrace as you cried into his chest, his hand running up and down your back to soothe you. Tears silently streaked down his cheeks as he attempted to keep his own breathing steady. Truth be told, he was scared too, but he needed to be a steady and comforting presence for you now more than ever. 

So, that’s what he was. Over the next month, Spencer was your rock as you both navigated the track you needed to be on to get the procedure you needed. He was there for you when you needed to vent or cry, and he gave you all the comfort you could need during the extremely overwhelming time. You did your best to give what you could back to Spencer, making his favorite meals when you had the energy, making him coffee when he was busy with case details, and giving him comfort when you knew he needed it as well. He didn’t cry in front of you, and as far as you knew, he was talking things over with Hotch or Penelope a lot, but still, you wanted him to know that he was loved during this stressful time as well.

The morning of your surgery, you were a nervous wreck. There was no way you were sleeping past three, and after four attempts at falling back asleep, you gave up on resting. Careful to not wake Spencer, you made your way to the living room and tried to read a book to calm your nerves, but when you realized that you had read the same paragraph five times, you gave up on that and began pacing. 

When Spencer woke up bleary eyed an hour or so later, you apologized profusely for waking him, but he quickly shut down your apology with a kiss, telling you that you didn’t and that he couldn’t sleep either. With your time to show up at the hospital being 7 o’clock and still a few hours away, Spencer began packing bags for the two of you and loaded up the car early so he could take you out for a peaceful morning stroll in the park. 

While the stroll itself was peaceful enough, with only the occasional jogger passing you by, your mind couldn’t help but remind you of the very real possibility that this could be the last time that you take this walk with Spencer. So, with tears silently rolling down your cheeks, you held onto his arm tighter and tried to cherish every second you had with him before the surgery. 

The nurse in the preop area was very kind and informative about what she was able to tell you about the procedure, and you held it together for the most part during your wait. That was until the surgeon made his rounds. There was a knock on the wall before the surgeon you had seen in the weeks before was smiling at you and Spencer as he shook hands with each of you in turn. He went on about the details of the procedure: how long it would take, what he would be doing in the OR, what tools he would be using, and finally the risks associated with the procedure. The risks were what got you. When he said that there was, “a very small risk of death during the procedure,” the floodgates were open again as you clung to Spencer’s hand. 

No matter how many times Spencer had rambled off the low statistics of death during this type of procedure, it suddenly felt even more real as the doctor stood in front of you saying it. The nurse was quick to act, reaching over to the little table beside her and handing you a tissue to wipe your tears with as Spencer attempted to soothe you, his own voice trembling as he did. After the doctor left and the nurse prepared the medication she needed to give you to relax before the procedure, Spencer began reciting a Shakespeare sonnet to try and calm you down.

He kissed your temple before taking a shaking breath and reciting, “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom: if this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” He ended the sonnet with a chaste kiss to your lips and told you, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you managed to whisper back as more tears fell down your cheeks. 

“That was beautiful. I can’t say I’ve ever had a loved one recite poetry before someone was sent back for surgery, did you write it?” the nurse said with a warm smile on her lips as she approached with the medication drawn up into a syringe. 

“No, it's one of Shakespeare’s one hundred and fifty-four sonnets,” Spencer clarified. “A sonnet is a very specific type of poem that includes fourteen lines with a set rhyme scheme and structure. Sonnet one sixteen is one of the most beloved in the English language.”

Through your tears, you couldn’t help but smile at Spencer’s rambling of facts to the nurse, mouthing another, “I love you,” to him when he bashfully finished his sentence. 

The nurse smiled once again at the sentiment, citing how cute the two of you were, before telling you, “Okay, this med is gonna help you relax before we wheel you back. When you get to the OR, they’ll get you on the table and anesthesia will take over from there.” She began pushing the medication into your bloodstream as you wiped your tears away, and added, “It shouldn’t take long for this to kick in, maybe a few min-”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before you were overcome with laughter, unable to control the giggles bursting out of your chest as you relaxed your head onto the pillow behind you. “A few seconds?” Spencer asked with a quiet chuckle as he looked at your giggling form with stars in his eyes and a boyish grin on his lips. You were the image of happiness as the medication took over your system, and he couldn’t help but admire you as you laughed. 

“Sounds like someone’s ready to go,” came a different voice with a quiet laugh as the OR nurse popped her head into the curtain, ready to wheel you back. 

“Okay, hugs and kisses before we head back!” the preop nurse said as she began placing papers onto your legs near the foot of the bed. 

Spencer placed a gentle kiss on your lips before wrapping you in his arms once more as the nurses unlocked the wheels of the stretcher. Before they could take you away from the curtained off section, you grabbed Spencer’s hand and said, “Wait, wait, wait!” The bed came to a halt as everyone looked at you expectantly for a moment as you giggled before sending a sly wink to Spencer as you said, “If you want some poetry, here’s one: roses are red, violets are fine. I’ll be the six, you'll be the nine!”

The nurses both held back their laughter as Spencer’s face lit up red at the lewd poem, chuckling as he kissed your forehead once more before your eyes began to get heavy as they wheeled you back to the OR. He wasn’t sure if you’d remember saying such a thing in a public space, but Spencer was sure that you would both laugh about it when you came out of the other side of this. 

Over the next six hours, Spencer tried to work on paperwork from the last case he worked before the two of you took time off for this surgery. Even he couldn’t concentrate though, as statistics about complications kept cropping up in his mind. He was worried about you, and every time the overhead intercom went off with a code being called, he was on edge waiting for them to call out the number of your OR suite. The anxiety from those announcements lasted minutes at a time, and by the time two hours had passed, Spencer had only gotten three pages of work done. 

With a sigh, Spencer ran his fingers through his already tousled hair, earning a look of sympathy from another person’s family also waiting in the lounge area. He watched as other family members came and left before half of your allotted surgery time was even over, and it only made him more anxious. 

Relief flooded his body when his phone began ringing, answering within seconds with a quick, “This is Doctor Reid.”

“Spence, hey, how are things going?” came the voice of JJ from the other side of the line. 

“Just a waiting game at this point,” he replied. 

“I hope it goes by quickly,” she told him. There was a beat of silence before she said, “I know you’re off and your mind probably isn’t in the right place right now to be thinking about work, but-”

“Please tell me you need help on the case,” Spencer blurted, already gathering up his things to move to a more remote area of the lounge. He even contemplated flashing his badge and requesting an empty conference room… Maybe that way he could work in peace and also have a solitary place to destress…

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna stress you out more than you already are…” JJ said, hesitancy evident in her voice. 

“I’m sure. I need a distraction or I’m going to go crazy,” he said as he placed the last of his papers in his briefcase. 

While JJ filled him in on the latest case, Spencer walked around and found someone with the administration team and flashed his badge, quietly explaining the situation to them, and was quickly granted a private conference room complete with a coffee bar. So, with three hours left until your surgery was scheduled to be done, Spencer helped the team with the case, the need to use his brain for something other than worrying making the time go by a lot faster than it had been before. 

The time that they needed him still only took two hours, and as he was about to end the video call with Penelope, she said, “Ah, ah, ah! Don’t hang up just yet! I wanted to chat with you.” 

“Of course, is everything okay?” Spencer asked, taking his hand away from the mouse and occupying it with his coffee stirrer instead. 

“That’s what I’m here asking you, silly,” she told him. “I know you’ve been stressed about today. I just wanted to check in.”

“I’m doing a little better now,” Spencer told her. His eyes turned down, and he looked into his coffee as he added, “This morning was hard, though. Neither one of us could sleep, so we went to the park for a walk, but…I think that made things worse for both of us. It…it felt like a goodbye in a way, if that makes sense…”

“Oh, Spencer…” Penelope whispered, her own voice breaking at the sad thought. “She’s gonna pull through, I just know it! She’s strong! Now, do you wanna keep talking about this, or do you want a distraction?”

“A distraction, please,” he said, a grateful sigh leaving his chest as he did. 

“Okay! So, as you know, there’s that comic con coming up soon…” 

The two of them talked about the upcoming comic con they had plans of going to for the next hour, making theories on who would be showing up and what they should cosplay as, and before he knew it, Spencer’s cell phone was ringing with a call from an unknown number. He gestured for a moment of quiet from Penelope as he answered the phone with his usual, “This is Doctor Reid.”

On the other side of the line, the kind voice of the nurse confirmed if she was contacting the right person, before saying, “All right, Doctor Reid! She’s out of surgery and doing well right now! She’ll be in the recovery room for a little while just so we can make sure she’s stable before we take her to a cardiac monitoring floor where she’ll stay at least through the night. I’ll call you back when I know what room she’s gonna be in, and we will meet you there!”

Relief flooded Spencer’s body when he heard that you were okay, and he slumped down into the chair he was sitting in as the tension left his muscles. “Thank you, I can’t wait to see her,” he told the nurse before hanging up. He gave Penelope a wide smile before breathing, “She’s out and doing okay!”

“Oh my gosh, yay!” Penelope gushed, hitting a few buttons that dialed into Hotch’s cell phone. When he answered, she cheered, “She’s out of surgery! I have Spencer still on video call, if anyone wants to give a message to him or her!”

“Tell her we love her and that we’re thinking about her, Pretty Boy!” came Derek’s voice from the other side of the line. 

“We’ll have a surprise party for her at the office when we get back, try to keep that a secret, kid,” David said, the fatherly teasing in his voice not escaping Spencer. 

“Will do,” Spencer told him, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he did. 

Soon enough, the others had given their well wishes and Penelope had as well, telling him that she would swing by when she could and you were ready for visitors. By the time the call ended and Spencer had found the proper person to lock up the room, thanking them again profusely, his phone was ringing again with a call informing him of what room he could find you in. 

When Spencer got to your room for the hospital stay, he gently knocked on the door and heard a, “Come in,” in an unfamiliar voice. 

Rounding the small corner into the room, Spencer’s face lit up when he made eye contact with you, tears springing to his eyes when he saw your smiling face looking back at him. “Hey,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper as he approached your bed, pulling up the chair beside you so he could hold your hand. 

“Hey,” you replied, a few tears spilling from your eyes as you gripped his hand tightly. 

“And what may the relation be here?” the nurse asked as she clicked away at her computer. 

“Boyfriend and medical power of attorney, Spencer Reid,” he told her so she could fill out the proper forms for your admission to the floor. 

“If you have any questions about the last few months, he’s the one to ask,” you told the nurse, your voice hoarse. 

She nodded before telling the both of you, “I think I’ve got all I need for right now, but I will be coming to check on you. Remember, you have to stay laying flat for the next hour, and then I will just check on the incisions to make sure there isn’t any bleeding from there, and then you'll be able to sit up! After that you can start on some cool water or warm drinks to soothe your throat. The catheters that went into your jugular are making you sore in that area, and that’s to be expected for a couple of days until the inflammation goes down. There will also be some pain in the groin area where they went in through your femorals, so it will likely be painful to walk, but we will work with you on that tonight and in the morning.” She laughed sheepishly before adding, “That was a lot of info to dump on you right out of surgery, but if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Just hit the call light and someone will be right in!”

“Thank you,” Spencer told her with a small smile before she turned and exited the room, leaving the two of you alone. Once the door latched shut, Spencer gently ran his knuckles over your jaw as he said, “I’m so happy you’re out of that surgery.”

“Me too,” you told him. A sad smile made its way onto your lips as you admitted, “I was really scared I wouldn’t make it, and it all really hit me this morning. I’m sorry if I was emotional and clingy…”

“Don’t apologize for that, I was worried too,” Spencer finally admitted to you. “I was so scared of losing you. I-I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Well, I’m glad we don’t have to find out,” you told him. Your face suddenly scrunched up, and at first Spencer thought it was in pain until he saw the red tint on your cheeks as you asked, “Before I was wheeled back… I really said that stupid sexual pickup line to you, didn’t I? It wasn’t in my head?”

A laugh tumbled out of Spencer, and heat crawled up his neck as he kissed your cheek and said, “I’m afraid it wasn’t in your head.” He kissed your lips gently before chuckling and adding, “And I’m afraid that we won’t be able to act on your little love poem for the next week.”

“Damn,” you laughed, the action hurting your chest and throat a bit, but you were just happy to be joking around with Spencer after everything. 

Later that evening, the nurse came into the room and said, “All right, before dinner comes, we want to try and get you out of bed and walking a little bit! We’ll make a short trip, just to the restroom and back, that sound okay?”

You nodded in response, a grunt of pain immediately leaving your chest as you attempted to move your legs to the edge of the bed. “Easy,” Spencer mumbled as he held your hand through the pain. 

The nurse helped your legs the rest of the way to the floor, and with her support, the pain lessened as you moved. “Okay, now I’m gonna help you stand up, and you’re just gonna take little steps to the restroom. Do what you can, and I’ll be here to support you.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said in a strained voice as you stood up, letting out a deep breath as you stood up to your full height. 

When you made it into the restroom, you requested privacy for a few minutes, not only to use the restroom, but to also just decompress by yourself for a minute. When you were done, you pulled the light to call the nurse to your aid once more, and as you waited, through the door, Spencer said, “Did you know that the risk of complications such as developing a DVT or respiratory infection, as well as decreasing the length of hospital stay are all impacted by early ambulation?”

“I was keenly aware, actually, after having to make you walk when you were in the hospital after you were shot in the neck last year,” you joked as you washed your hands. 

“Shot in the neck?!” the nurse asked from beside you, shock evident in her voice and body language. 

“I’ve also been shot in the knee, but the neck, that one was far worse, for other reasons than just getting shot,” Spencer told her. When he was met with a baffled look, he awkwardly laughed and said, “Occupational hazard.”

“Right,” the nurse said with a sheepish laugh as she got you settled into the recliner in the room. 

As you settled into the chair, you remembered what your reflection looked like in the mirror, with orange stained skin from your chest up. So, before she left, you asked if the nurse if there was anything she could bring you that would get the tint off of your skin. She replied in the affirmative, and one of the aids came back a few minutes later with a gentle cleansing bath in a bag. She offered to help out, but Spencer declined, citing that he would be able to do it, no problem. So, just as gently as he did with the makeup wipes at the first hospital, Spencer cleaned up what he could of the stain, ensuring to avoid the bandages on your neck, and being extremely gentle with your tender spots. It brought tears to your eyes as he took care of you with such love. 

Right as he finished and dumped the warm water into the sink in the room, the door opened to reveal the nutrition staff delivering your dinner for the night - soup and Italian ice, both of which wouldn’t have been your first choice, but considering how badly your throat was hurting… Spencer reluctantly left to get his own dinner, and ate it beside you when he got back, also in hand a cup of hot chocolate for you from the coffee place down near the gift shop. 

After dinner, the pain you were in was nagging you just a little too much, so you requested for some pain medication from the nurse, which she gave to you with some jello that felt like heaven going down your throat. Before she left, she helped you get back into the bed with a little more ease this time, and you settled in for the night. With the lights in the room dimmed, you were in and out of sleep as Spencer held your hand and read through a couple books before finally nodding off himself, his hand never leaving yours all throughout the night. 

The next morning, after visits from both the surgeon and Doctor Rubio, you were tasked by the nurses with walking a lap around the unit. It was a slow going process, but it was less painful than the night before. When you were finished with your lap, you were greeted in your room by oatmeal and scrambled eggs, neither of which you could get more than a few bites of down, due to the continuing pain in your throat. You eventually had to surrender to the breakfast, only having taken a few bites before it became unbearable. 

Even so, soon after the meal trays were picked up, the nurse gave you her congratulations as she started disconnecting you from your monitoring device and taking out your IV, telling you that they would start working on discharge paperwork soon enough. Your heart hadn’t acted up all night, and you continued to progress as expected in the recovery process. 

By noon, you were in Spencer’s car and heading home! Spencer, of course, read through all of the educational packets you had been given, and would be keenly watching out for any signs that he needed to take you back in. Back at the apartment, he took care of you hand and foot, and as much as you knew it killed Spencer to have food in the bedroom, he set you up with a small lap table on the bed and brought you smoothies throughout the day to sip on. “Did you know that the ginger in this smoothie can help with inflammation? On top of being a cool and soothing beverage for your throat, that, plus the honey will bring down inflammation naturally. It also will help with any nausea you may have. I think I’ll make a watermelon one next, that’ll help with hydration as well as getting you some vitamin C for healing and an immune boost!”

A grateful smile made its way onto your face, and a quiet giggle escaped as you pictured the poor grocery delivery person staring in horror at the vast array of fruits and other smoothie ingredients Spencer had no doubt ordered to the apartment. “Grazie, amore mio,” you told him, a content hum leaving your throat as you savored the smoothie’s flavor. 

“Qualsiasi cosa per te,” Spencer replied, settling down beside you with his own smoothie in hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

When your allotted four days from work for recovery had passed, you returned to Quantico with Spencer, a tired yawn leaving your mouth as you rode the elevator up to the BAU offices. “Tired already?” Spencer teased as the door opened to reveal a surprisingly empty bullpen. 

“I’m used to sleeping most of the day for the last week,” you retorted, gently shoulder checking him as you rounded the corner to head to the kitchenette for your morning beverage. Decaf coffee or hot chocolate was the debate in your head… That was, until you and Spencer turned to walk into the small space and were greeted by gleeful cheers from your BAU teammates, who presented you with a cake that had a big heart fashioned on it in frosting! “Welcome back! I’m so glad you’re doing well!” Penelope said, her voice muffled in your shoulder as she hugged you gently. 

“Thank you, Penny!” you said, tears pricking the backs of your eyes. When you pulled away, your voice was broken as you said, “Thank all of you! I love you guys so much!”

“This is what family is for, kid,” David told you, a gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

Hotch gave you a quick side hug before motioning toward the cake, saying, “Cake for breakfast every once in a while didn’t hurt anyone.”

“I will definitely take some, thank you!” you said, a giddy laugh leaving your lips.

“And some hot chocolate to go with it, we all know how much you’ve been drinking of it lately,” JJ said as she handed you your sunshine mug that had the drink, garnished with whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon. 

Before you could thank JJ for the drink, Derek gave you a quick hug before ruffling your hair as he said, “I hear someone could have had some pretty funny last words! Tryna make a move on Pretty Boy even when you’re heading off to surgery, huh?”

A furious blush instantly made its way onto your cheeks, and you hid your face in Spencer’s chest as he chuckled, telling you, “If it makes you feel any better, some famous last words throughout history were things like, ‘Good. A woman who can fart is not dead,’ ‘Turn me over, I’m done on this side,’ and ‘Now, for a final word from our sponsor.’ A sex joke is far from the worst in history.”

“Still…” you said, a good-natured laugh leaving your lips as you finally pulled yourself away from Spencer’s embrace to look around at all of your coworkers. Your family. You had a lot of time to think over the last few days while recovering, and it hit you square in the chest how grateful you were for every single person standing around you. You weren’t out of the woods with the heart problems yet, you still needed to go to a few follow up appointments to help determine that, but the trials and tribulations that your heart had put you through over the last few months made you realize how fortunate you were to have these people around you who all loved and supported you.

brooke’s chapter commentary: you guys, i basically took what the doctor said about athletes dying VERBATIM from my own doctor, who told my thirteen year old basketball playing self that players have been known to die on the court. i will NEVER forget that shit, it was insane that he even said something like that 😅 i’m gonna be real with all, reliving the memories of how i felt when i was going through this situation was both heartbreaking and cathartic. there have been very few times in my life that i can recall being genuinely afraid, but the days and hours leading up to having my heart surgery, that was true fear, it’s something i don’t think i’ll be forgetting any time soon. it’s crazy to think that when the anesthesia kicked in, everything went black and i woke up what felt like two seconds later. what if i had died on that operating table? just darkness? that’s it? kinda crazy that i had to go through that as an already existential teenager 😅 the sudden and uncontrollable giggling thing was absolutely based on what happened to me right before they took me 🤣 i just remember crying over the doctor saying that there was a risk of dying and then they gave me something and i BUSTED out laughing and could not stop 🤣 also the stupid ass last words thing is based on real shit i did, but what i did was tell the anesthesiologist that she looked like a member of my favorite band. i thought i would make this one a little funnier 🤣 oh also the little celebration at the end with the BAU was inspired by the leadership team of the band surprising me with a cake that said "Ohana" it was the sweetest thing ever, i swear!

so at the risk of anyone from my real life identifying me from this (lmao if you think you know me, no you don't), there she is! the second part to the Heart's Desire mini series! the next chapter will be the follow up visit with Doctor Rubio. i will try to get it written here pretty quickly! i am about to be in a transition between jobs before my free time is taken away, so i am trying to write as much as i can before then!

as always, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

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