#i am baring my soul and its embarrassing

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UH OH I FEEL A GUSH POST COMING O

Yall please... ik me nd my little minons cannon hobie as more shy when he flirts, BUT HES SO TEMDER WITH KATH, Lucy inspired this bit and maybe Marly, but Hobie can sing, he performs on stage all the time wdym his voice doesn't get a lil raspy. But it's the little songs he does for her, she thinks it's so cheesy, she'd come home after going out, her whole body aches, kicking off her heels while Hobie is by the stove, slumping over he just beckons her to come near the hot stove to sit down,

He doesn't infantilise her, not at all, he knows how overstimulating it gets running about, the little questions of "can I touch you?" Or "do you need me to do this?" OUGH, after she's done and cleaned up, all they do is lay on the couch Hobie humming his song to try and hit a good high note, Kath gives him a little forehead kiss.

"Don't ruin your voice for me."

"I'm not." He says rubbing his throat.

[p0orbaby]

For a Good Time, Call…

summary: you send a nude to the wrong number, you don’t expect what happens next.

warnings: Leah, yeah that’s a warning, suggestive themes

a/n: one of my favourite of bits of writing ngl

word count: 2.1k

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

-

You’ve never felt dread like it.

“Shit shit shit!” You repeat as you try and stop the message from sending.

The woosh and the delivered sign told you it had already been spat out into the ether. You want to leave the city. The country even. Perhaps fill the next available spot on a space shuttle.

All of the above possibilities rattle through your brain as you pull your t-shirt down from where it was hitched around your neck. Yank your shorts up from where they lay low on your hips.

“I’m dead. I am so dead!”

If your heart wasn’t racing before, it definitely was now.

Panic sets in as you contemplate the impending fallout. Terrible thoughts race through your mind, and you highly consider drafting an apology that somehow erases the embarrassment. The gravity of the situation hangs heavy, and groveling seems like the only viable option.

Could she get you benched? Maybe. Could she stop you from getting another international call up? You really fucking hoped not.

In the midst of your demise, you realise another sorry soul will have to bear the consequences of your actions. Bar Girl. The intended recipient of the half naked photo you signed, sealed and delivered to someone else.

You decide, rightly or not, that she has now become collateral damage. And the decision to ghost her emerges as a seemingly reasonable response.

The potential repercussions from your inadvertent exposure now cast a grim shadow on all aspects of your life, making abandoning Bar Girl a desperate attempt to shield yourself from further embarrassment.

The idea of changing your identity hovers temptingly in your periphery.

Desperation takes hold, and for a moment, you entertain the delusional thought that maybe you had imagined the whole debacle in some lustful daze. However, when a subtle movement on screen catches your attention, reality hands you a more damning blow – the weight of the situation crashes down as ‘read’ replaces the once-hopeful ‘delivered’.

Acknowledgement from Leah has shifted from a delivery confirmation to active viewing.

As if it had just set alight in your hands, you hurl your phone across the room. The reality sets in that there’s no turning back; the message, along with its aftermath, is now etched into the digital realm.

The room echoes with the crash of your phone meeting the wall. As the device lies discarded, its screen cracked, you’re left to face the reality that there’s no undoing the chain of events.

In a desperate release, you roll over and scream into your pillow until the muffled sound becomes an agonizing buzz in your ears.

-

The next day hits hard as you trudge into the changing room. You barely slept. Tossing and turning most of the night in an anxious bubble. And when exhaustion finally took over, your dreams were more like nightmares.

You were tempted to call in sick. But you decided that wallowing in your own despair would probably just make matters worse. So you settled on a compromise.

Avoid Leah at all costs.

Your hood hangs low over your face as you pass by several of your teammates and make a silent beeline for your cubby. But that may have piqued their interests more, as Beth finds herself invading the space you so desperately crave.

“You look rough. Bar Girl give you a run for your money?”

“Something like that” you grumble, hands making quick work of unpacking your bag.

She hums at you and smirks at how disheveled you look when your hoodie comes off. You know where her mind has gone, but you don’t try and dissuade her from writing an excuse for you.

“So, when are you going to make it official then? You’ve been talking for almost a month right?” Beth asks, her eyes flitting around your face and down your neck in search of marks left behind.

You offer a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not sure if I will. I’ve still got the feelers out” you reply, the words sounding awkward and detached even to your own ears.

Beth raises an eyebrow, you gather it’s not the response she expected. Especially from you.

“That doesn’t sound like you”

“No?”

“I thought you were all about the long game?”

You offer a half-smile, choosing your words carefully. “Opinions change, you know?” you reply, slipping your training kit over your head and turning away to fold your discarded clothes, hoping she’d get the point.

Beth studies you for a moment, her eyes searching for something beyond the surface. “Fair enough. Keep us posted though yeah? She seemed nice”

You wince at her words. Jesus, you felt like a bitch, but you nod anyway. It seems to do enough. When you hear her walk away, you release a breath.

“Oh” she voices unexpectedly behind you, and you immediately tense up again. “Leah’s asking for you”

You turn on your heels, spinning so fast you almost topple over. “Did she say what it was about?” You ask. You try not to seem nervous but the sweat above your brow is giving you away.

“No. Just that she wants you to meet her in the gym when you’re ready”

You nod again, and swallow hard. Your throat was dry and you felt like you could pass out. “Sure, yeah. I’ll head there in a second”

Beth eyes you again suspiciously but when she eventually turns and leaves the room, you’re left to grapple with your jitters in solitude

“Shit” you mutter to yourself. And as you stand there trying to regain yourself, it becomes very apparent that you don’t actually have a back up plan.

If you really do lose minutes on the pitch, your career could be on the line.

Conscious that you've already left her waiting too long, you dart out of the room with a newfound sense of urgency.

The corridors blur as you navigate the familiar path, the door to the gym looming larger with each stride. And when you get there you’re out of breath and clammy.

Is it weird to say you're grateful that a door handle is cold against your skin? Perhaps, but you are. It grounds you a little as you stand there panicking.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you open the door and step into the gym at last. The air feels charged with anticipation as you brace yourself for a meeting that could have repercussions far beyond the boundaries of the training facility.

But Leah is nowhere to be found. The lights are all off and the room looks the same as it was left the day before.

Is Beth having you on? Or is Leah trying to mess you around, torture you until you break down and leave on your own accord.

Don’t be so silly. She wouldn’t do that, would she?

“Hey”

You jump out of your skin as the silence is disrupted. You turn in fright and she��s lucky she’s so far away because you're a fighter, not a flighter, and you’re sure you would’ve punched her straight in the face.

“Why the hell are you hiding in the dark? You idiot!” you blurt out, the initial shock now giving way to frustration. The tables have turned, and you can’t help but question Leah’s peculiar choice of location for this conversation.

Leah lets out a short laugh. “Hiding? I wasn’t hiding. Just needed to grab a few things from the cupboard”. She lifts up her hands to showcase the foam rollers you deduce she was looking for.

“Beth said you wanted to talk”

“That’s right”

“Do I need to ask what it’s about?”

She laughs again and you start to lose your patience a little. She notices and glances at you with a more serious expression when you don’t look impressed, so she gestures for you to join her in a quieter corner of the gym.

“I get it; the suspense isn’t helping,” Leah admits, her tone softening. “But you’re not stupid. I think you know why I’ve called you in here”

As you follow her, Leah’s demeanor takes an unexpected turn. The serious expression gives way to a playful twinkle in her eye. “Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing. Nudes, I mean,” she teases, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “Nipple piercings too? You’ve been hiding some interesting secrets, haven’t you?”

Leah’s teasing catches you off guard, and your words stumble over each other as you stammer, “I, uh, well, it’s not—I mean, I didn’t…”

“Don’t get all nervous on me now” she says as she perches on the edge of a massage table. “You seemed pretty confident last night”

You attempt to salvage some dignity, but Leah’s mischievous grin suggests she’s thoroughly enjoying your discomfort. “I didn’t mean to send it to you. It was a mistake”

“No?” She pops her bottom lip out in a pout. “That’s a shame”

You feel a knot forming in your stomach, and your attempts to defend yourself only seem to fuel Leah’s amusement. “I-I…” you struggle to form a coherent response. And you silently curse yourself for not being able to hold your ground.

“If not me, then who?” She asks as if it’s any of her business. If you weren’t so stunned by the whole thing you’d have told her to fuck off. But the words don’t quite make it past your lips, and you find yourself at her mercy. “I won’t judge”

There’s a pregnant pause where you decide if you should tell her. Then with a reluctant sigh, you decide to reveal the truth. “Someone… a girl I met last month”

“Bar Girl” she deduces.

You were never really close to Leah. You played for the same teams, sure. But you never frequent the same social circles. Not really. So to find out she knows about what you get up to in your free time is a little jarring.

“Yeah, her,” you admit, feeling exposed in a way that extends beyond the painful fact she’s seen your tits.

“Hm” is all she says before she holds her hand out to you. And you take it without even thinking.

“You know” she starts. Settling you so your front is almost flush against hers as you stand between her legs. “I’ve always wondered what you’ve been hiding under that jersey of yours” she finishes, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. Her fingers brushing your skin and setting it on fire.

“The same parts as you, I’m guessing”

“Funny”

“I do try”

There’s another lull, and in the silence you swear you can hear your heart beating.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Her question is barely above a whisper.

You shake your head no. Because she isn’t making you uncomfortable. Confusing you, yes. Intriguing you, certainly. But uncomfortable? Not exactly.

Leah leans back slightly, studying your expression. “Good, wouldn’t want to cross any lines.” Her fingers continue to play with your hair, a casual touch that feels anything but.

“Lines can be subjective” you say, your eyes trained on hers as you watch her mouth pull into a smirk.

Where this new found confidence has come from you don’t know.

“Can they?” She questions. Her eyes glint as she tilts her head to the side. Is she mocking you?

“Sometimes”

She likes your answer, you think, despite the still of her hands in your hair. Because her expression shifts and she leans in, her gaze dropping to your mouth.

“Interesting,” she murmurs, untangling your hair from her fingers and brushing her thumb over your bottom lip. You catch a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as she notices the blush deepening on your cheeks.

Without breaking her eyes from yours, Leah leans in just enough to tease. Close enough that you can feel each breath angst your skin. Far enough away that it’s infuriating. Then she pulls away, leaving you hanging on the edge of anticipation.

Then she’s gone.

You stand frozen while she unfurls herself away from you, sidestepping from the space she occupied between you and the massage table.

You only turn when she clears her throat behind you.

“Message me again sometime?”

The way she asked was softer than you expected. Softer than how she was talking to you for the last five minutes. It catches you off guard and a response gets stuck in your throat again.

You nod because that seems to be your default reaction to all of her questions. A smirk must be hers to you, because she flashes another one in your direction.

With that, she was gone. Leaving you alone in the dark with a skip in your pulse and two discarded foam rollers at your feet.

And a sneaking suspicion your spot for both club and country were going to be okay.

[seraphicsentences]

pleaseee could you write an abby anderson x weather girl reader where they’re at the WLF base and abby catches reader staring at her hehehe

IM SORRY FOR TAKING 100 YEARS TO WRITE THIS AND THEN DELIVERING THIS MID ASS PIECE. i do hope you enjoy though i love you babe 😚😚

tags: abby anderson x reader, abby anderson x weather girl, EXHIBITIONISM, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), kinda mean abby anderson? idk man, the whole WLF base is probably a lil traumatized

AN: thank you to @insanermin and @f3mme-f4tale for reviewing this for me i’m endlessly grateful for the two of you bless your beautiful souls. credits to my favorite girl for helping me come up with what to write for this request. i love youuuu

it was the crack of dawn, sun just barely peeking its way over the tops of WLF’s buildings, yet the heat was unbearable.

“83 fucking degrees Fahrenheit, jesus christ,” you muttered to yourself, checking the stationed thermometers posted around the perimeter.

the base was, for the most part, quiet. only few unlucky individuals working mindlessly at their respective morning assignments.

you strolled down your usual path, squinting at the streams of sunlight cast on the side of your face, dancing into your vision.

“hey weather girl,” a voice called from behind.

abby anderson. as if you even needed to turn around to recognize her unmistakable, raspy, teasing tone.

you whipped around, watching intently as abby bent out from under a stock-filled tent, arms filled.

“need some help?” you joked, stifling a giggle that arose when abby dipped abruptly to catch a bag of bait between her teeth.

what you wouldn’t give to be that bag of bait, you bit your lip, eyes trained on abby’s busy mouth.

hmphmpsh abby sarcastically laughed against the plastic, snapping you out of your dirty-minded haze and sending a flush across the back of your neck.

you meet her examining eyes, breath hitching as she squints slightly, a smirk etched into her gaze. embarrassed at the thought of her catching you, you open your mouth in attempt to sway the conversation— but she beats you to it, breaking the stare-down a beat later, spitting the bag out into a small pile on the wood deck.

god, you would let her spit bait into your mouth if she wanted.

“so what’re we at today? it’s gotta be at least 90 out,” abby wipes at her forehead, making small talk as she organizes the rest of the stock.

“try 83. though i wouldn’t be surprised if we do reach 90 once the sun is fully risen,” you reply, raising a hand to block some of pesky rays ruining your god-sent view.

“no fucking waaaay!” abby drags out, astounded. “we are definitely at 90 by now, do you see me? im drenched!”

so am i, you think to yourself.

“trust the expert. your body temperature’s just extra high from physical exertion. whoever put you on for outdoor stock at this hour has it out for you,” you comment, eyes dragging as abby lifts the bottom of her tank to wipe her face, revealing a rather impressive display of rock-solid abdominals.

you catch her gaze, this time her having an eyebrow raised, and immediately look away, the flush on your neck spreading to the tips of your ears. as hard as you tried not to stare, abby wasn’t doing much to help, especially not while decked out in a translucent white tank, black bra beneath a stark contrast, begging for your attention.

abby’s dark green cargos hugged her thighs deliciously, highlighting her thick, defined quads as she shifted about.

lifting a large sealed box of who knows what from one end of the deck to the other, she grunted under the weight, leaving your mind to wander yet again to a different sort of situation where you might find yourself blessed enough to hear that pretty sound.

“yeah, whatever- i’ll tru-trust the expert,” she breathes out, voice strained. strands of her blonde— almost golden in the sun— hair stuck to her face with sweat, which glistened perfectly on her skin, making abby look almost angelic as she crossed into the sun’s direct heat.

“yeah,” you exhaled, at a loss for words under the confines of her entrancing beauty. you stood there a second longer, before suddenly snapping out of your daze, clearing your throat. “i’m, uh, gonna head to the station, i think,” you stuttered, despite your usual propensity for word flow heard throughout the WLF base every morning.

“desperate to get rid of me?” abby faux gasps.

you sputtered at her accusation, “no-no, i-“

“shhhh-shhh, i know honey, i know,” she cuts you off, bitable lips curling up into a half-smirk.

traitorous feet already walking their way towards the radio station, you desperately try to recover from your embarrassment, tripping over your words, “i-you, uh,” you try.

abby twists her head over her shoulder in your direction, cocking it in a way that makes your heart twist in your chest and a pulse thrum between your thighs.

“you can come!” you blurt without a second thought. “with me— i mean, to the station,” you add, trying to clarify.

faced with an jaw-dropped confused-yet beautiful abby anderson, you continue rambling, “it’s indoors! i mean obviously, because of the, um, radio equipment, but you know, you’re probably hot— well you are, but- shit- that’s not what i-“

“okay, okay, okay,” abby bursts out chuckling, which you’d enjoy a whole lot more if it weren’t at your sake, “you don’t have to convince me, sweetheart, i’m already there,” she holds her hands up in surrender.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname, brain racing at a million miles per hour when you catch the sight of abby’s built frame sauntering it’s way over to you, small towel slung lazily over one shoulder, braid swaying slightly with every step.

you swallow harshly at her approach, turning promptly around to lead the way in a brisk pace.

abby laughs to herself as she follows, “aw, don’t run, i want to see your pretty face.”

your face heats at the compliment, before proceeding to flush a nuclear red at another comment she mutters haphazardly under her breath, “though i’m not complaining about my view from here.”

she half jogs to catch up with you, though your supposed speed-walk is no competition for what she’d consider a stroll with her long limbs.

you see her looking-no, ravishing- your figure out the corner of your eye, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, as you silently yell at your cheeks to cool themselves down.

your eyes can’t seem to deny themselves such an appeasing view, though, darting to the side to steal a glance at abby’s translucent tank, and your attraction is clear, at least to abby.

“want something, honey?”

you cough in response, choking on the saliva you didn’t even notice gather as a physical response to abby’s presence (me), as the two of you, thankfully, arrive at the station at last.

“ladies first,” you joke, swinging the door open with the backwards weight of your body.

“such a gentlemen,” abby quips back, winking at you as she strolls through the opening.

the pair of you let out a collective sigh at the blast of cold air blowing softly from the studio. it’s a vacant space, but the constant flow of electricity needed to notify the base in the face of an emergency allows it to stay up and running.

you make a beeline to your set-up area, tangled wires running along every side of the desks, hooked up to all sorts of peculiar devices: microphones, barometers, fancy thermometers. abby finds herself surprisingly impressed by the sophisticated knickknacks you mindlessly twist and turn to read, as if flipping through a toddler-level picture book.

“where’d you learn how to work all of this?” she asks.

“stole some books off an old lab,” you reply, shooting her a shy smile, “like to read, i s’ppose.”

across the room, abby rests her elbows on the table behind her, crossing her legs and letting her head drop to one side. “smart girl,” she praises, cheeky smile slipping onto her face.

you bite the fat of your cheek, holding back a grin of your own before turning back to finish jotting down the day’s data into a tattered mini notepad.

you grab a sleek broadcasting mic off one of your shelves, shoving some of the wires aside on the main desk to make room for it to rest, before hooking one of the tinier cables into the mic, and twisting around to find an audio interface to plug the other end into.

“what am i doing here?” abby says all of a sudden, breaking your hustling focus.

you freeze, letting the cable drop as you look down. “i don’t know.”

abby pauses. “let me rephrase,” she strolls over, positioning herself lush behind you. she runs her arms down the sides of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake in spite of it being blisteringly hot out.

“what do you want me to do here?” she rasps by your ear, your head subsequently tilting to feel the heat of her breath on your neck.

“i-i don’t kn-“

“yes you do. just like i know exactly the mess i’ll find under these itty bitty shorts of yours.” she whispers, “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

a whimper slips out from your lips, head rolling back onto abby’s shoulder as you meet her sharp eyes with your pleading ones. your legs cross, squeezing shut, humiliated by the arousal that had gathered in reaction to, what, a 5 minute conversation with her? how pathetic.

“don’t think i didn’t notice your ogling earlier,” she continues, tracing her big hands lighting across your stomach, feeling your skin rise and fall with your increasingly rapid breaths. “your eyes give you away. i know what’s going on in that pretty little mind up there.”

your lips part as you roll your head further, almost completing a circle. the way you’re faced, you’re breathing desperate huffs directly into abby’s own mouth. she grazes a hand up between your two breasts, hard and pointed from a combination of the room’s dropped temperature and your arousal, then sliding her grip gently around your neck, holding your face close in place.

“you think you can get away with those slutty thoughts of yours? makin’ everyone think you’re such a good innocent girl, but no, you’re just a fucking whore aren’t you? isn’t that right, pretty?” she presses, tsking at your averting gaze.

“eyes on me, honey. you can’t hide. tell me what you really what,” she says into your mouth, lips just barely brushing over your own, the fucking tease.

you pant, eyes glued to her tempting mouth, desperate to close the distance. but you’ve got a job to do, and what’s fun without a bit of teasing? she deserves a taste of her own medicine, the bitch.

“what i really want…” you whisper back, “is to tell the base how fucking hot it is today,” you say at a normal volume, pushing off her back, and finally plugging the mic into the audio interface.

“duty calls!” you joke, trying to calm your racing heart and ignore the dampness between your legs. you hook the final plug into the wall, hearing a whirring that lets you know everything’s ready to go, before stealing a quick glance at abby to see how she’s taking your unexpected change of demeanor.

abby stands frozen in place, mouth gaping, but tweaked into an almost-smile, evidently shocked. your stomach flutters at the hungry look in her green, now nearly black, pupils, roguish thoughts brewing.

you bring a hand to your heart, dropping your jaw to match hers as you shoot a mocking who me? look in her direction paired with a shrug. winking, you turn back to your morning duties and take a seat, tuning in the frequency.

a click of a switch, an automated voice, and that’s all there really is to it. you’re live.

and your heart’s pounding out of your chest.

and though you’re usually hit with the slightest bit of anxiety over the idea of being listened to by every single individual on the very base, that’s not what you’re thinking about. well, not exactly.

“good morning, WLF!” you chirp, standard lines slipping off your tongue with ease, “hope you all had a great night’s rest! i know i sure did. today is august 2nd, 2038, and boy, you guys in for a sweat today! let’s check in with sophie and see what she has to say— sophie, you’re on!”

shaking out a breath, you click a button to tune in a livestream from the second weather station across the base, sophie’s station.

“hey girl, what’s up?” sophie’s cherry voice comes crackling through.

“the usual. wanna tell us how things have been looking on your end?”

“you betcha! good morning WLF, you heard it from our girl yourselves, it is goddamn hot out! my readings say that…” sophie continues, rattling off her collected data in a long, number-filled ramble.

you tune out, waiting for your cue to list your end’s data as you bounce your leg mindlessly up and down.

“oh you’ve really got everyone fooled, huh?” abby drawls behind you. you jump, temporarily forgetting her presence in the midst of your reporting.

you swivel your chair around to her, smiling cheekily as you press a finger to her lips in silence’s universal sign.

oh? abby mouths. we’re still live? she asks.

you nod your head slowly.

“then you’re gonna have to keep quiet for me sweetheart,” she leans in to whisper at a decibel just barely above zero. “unless you want everyone on base to know how much of a slut you are,” she adds, dropping to her knees before you.

“what are you-?!” you whisper hastily, stopping yourself to mutter lowly, “i’m the slut? look who’s on their fucking knees in a fucking radio station.”

she presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, smiling and shhhhing against your skin, mumbling, “shut up and focus. the base depends on you.”

with even just the lightest brush of abby’s buff frame against your knees, your legs fall open, beckoning her between them.

invisible hands to pulling her into your trap.

“abby,” is all you can get out, panting in need of her touch.

“focus, baby.”

she pulls your shorts and underwear down to the floor with a swift tug, smirk haughty as faced with your dripping mess.

“knew it,” she mouths, looking up devilishly at you. keeping your eyes trapped in her hypnotic gaze, she leans in slowly, tongue out, to catch your weeping pussy in a french kiss.

“fuck,” you breathe out, thighs trembling in resistance to clamp her head between them only just to keep her tongue against you.

she makes out sloppily with your folds, hands gripping your waist tightly to lock your body in place, pressing you firm against the chair despite your incessant squirming.

the point of her tongue traces down in a tease, slipping just barely into your pulsing hole to steal a taste of freshly dripped slick, before running it back upwards to firmly press into your neglected clit.

“ah!” you hiss, head thrown to the ceiling as your nails dig into the arms of the chair, hips attempting to buck further into abby’s warm mouth.

“you there, station one? i think the connection’s a bit warbly today,” a crackly voice interrupts your mind fog.

shit. sophie must’ve finished her report by now. you situate yourself up as best as you can— seeing as how abby won’t let go of your hips, or move away for that matter.

“hey sophie, yes i’m here! sorry ‘bout that, i-uh, yeah. there must be something up with the frequency today,” you sputter out.

“no worries! why don’t you go ahead and share your mornings data with us?” she laughs back.

“yeah, yeah, so my rea-fuck-“

you sharply take in a breath, sucking in your teeth. you look down. god, if that isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

abby’s looking up through her eyelashes, your arousal smeared across the bottom half of her face, dripping to her chin. she dashes out a tongue to catch the corner of her mouth, smirk wolfish from her mischievous actions. she lifts an eyebrow, matching your prior who me? mock, as if she didn’t just set every nerve ending of your clit alight.

and while you could be absolutely furious with her for fucking with you on live, all you want from her is more.

“everything alright, station 1?”

you jump. “i-sorry- just, uh banged my knee up.” you mean to shoot a scolding look at abby, but just wound it up to be embarrassingly pleading.

she pouts sarcastically, and without breaking eye contact she bows in again to capture your puffy clit between her lips, sucking softly while flicking her tongue over and over again. it’s downright sinful.

“oh!” you whine, right hand darting to tug at abby’s braid, keeping her moving face moving against the place you need her most.

“um, station 1, i can take over if you’d like?”

your face flames. caught up in abby’s dizzying ministrations, your body’s screaming to say yes. yes, as in, yes sophie please fucking take over. and yes, as in, yes abby right there.

and you almost do, say yes to the first one, i mean. but a stinging pinch from abby tips you the other way.

“i, shit, sorry- i mean, yeah, sorry. sorry kids! don’t listen to me!” you babble, eyebrows scrunched and hips still grinding.

abby continues to torture your clit: her warm, wet tongue lapping up every last drop of your slick and pressing it rhythmically against that swollen button. your cunt tightens around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill ‘er up.

shit, you mutter to yourself, thrumming pussy impossible to ignore. “the temp-ah-temperature o-on my end read 83 degrees on my e-enndd-god,” you carry on, breathless, “ahem. we’re looking at clear, s-sunny skies all day, so be sure to wear some sort of- mmph- heat protectant,” you finish off your sentence sounding quite a bit more like a pornstar doing a dirty beach-scene than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“give me one, uh, one sec-cond to double check the read- readings,” you stumble out quickly.

“no problem! while we wait on our girl, WLF, i’ll tell you about what last minute assignments we still need people for, so listen up…” sophie entertains.

“abby,” you whine, covering the mic with your free hand in attempt to muffle your sounds. you can barely form a sentence with the way her nose nudges your clit while her tongue runs zig zags along your folds.

“i know,” she cooes, chucking, “keep it down, you’re on live.”

you silently will yourself not to cry out when abby stretches your legs further apart, shaking her head left and right to stimulate every crevice of your weeping cunt. back arching off the chair, you whimper out a strangled noise, “i cant, i cant, i cant” you chant.

abby’s drags turn to kisses, watching your legs tremble with an endearing gaze as she makes her way up your stomach and to your face. pressing a kiss against your cheek, then your nose, and alas, your parted lips, she whispers, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? so shut up and be good for me, yeah baby?”

you nod feverishly, heavy-lidded and staring intoxicated as abby bites bruises into your neck, only to soothe it a moment later with a flat-striped lick of her tongue.

“mmm god, abby, i need you,” you practically slur out, moaning her name like a ritual.

“you’ve got me,” is all she says. her calloused hand slides up from the bottom of your shirt, squeezing your breast harshly, as if she can’t get enough, needing to completely ravish you.

“here, abby, need you here,” you groan, emphasizing it with the buck of your hips.

“alright, alright,” she shushes you with a kiss, hand sliding back down to cup your heat gently, feeling your desperation. “right here, huh? you aching for it, sweetheart?”

your only response is to catch her lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to taste yourself on abby.

hmmph abby groans against your lips, fingers dipping shallowly into your coated hole.

“you can scream my name as loud as you want once you finish your report.“

“but-“

“you don’t want to let the base down, do you? how else are we supposed to know how dripping hot it’s gonna be out today?” she murmurs, emphasizing her words with a push of her thick fingers deeper into you.

your eyebrows scrunch, vision dizzy with need as you look up at the sight before you. a pretty pink hue glazing her sun kissed cheeks, abby tilts her head, finding delight in your struggle to come back to reality.

“c’mon, honey, you got it,” she purrs, running a hand to push the hair away from your face.

you narrow your eyes, pushing majority of the fog to a corner of your mind and uncovering your shaky hand from off the mic.

“sorry about that, folks,” you shakily speak up, “-and thanks soph. i’ll be out of your hair in just a second. as for today, we seem to be getting a light breeze coming in from the east at about 8 miles per hour, so it might hopefully provide a little bit of relief from the heat.”

in the meanwhile, abby hoists your figure up off the chair, shorts and panties still hooked askew around one of your ankles. a hitch in your voice signals your end’s confusion, but you continue on regardless, slave to abby’s actions.

she pushes your torso over slightly, having you put most of your weight on the desk as you hover over your mic, hair flicked over one shoulder.

“as for the air quality, it’s testing to be relatively clear. the spores don’t seem to be getting passed over by the wind, so no need to worry with the masks today! i’ll check in in the afternoon to see if that’s cha- nhghh,” you jolt forward, voice breaking and hips hitting the table as abby thrusts two fingers tightly into your heat from behind, twisting them to reach that ridged, aching spot.

“-changed,” you correct, exhaling sharply. your eyes roll involuntarily as abby picks up her pace, curling her fingers on every outstroke, other hand delivering languid circles to your puffy clit. you can feel the burn of her stare down your spine, head turning over your shoulder briefly to confirm, and catching sight of the two of you in the mirror on the back wall.

your flushed face, rumpled top, and trembling, kiltered, bent over position contrasted with abby’s working muscles as she stood strongly gripping your waist was a sight to behold.

“what would you do if i made you scream for me right now?” abby breathes out, grunting. “should we let the base know how much of a slut you are for me?” she asks, “fuck your special spot real good in front of everyone? right here?” she punctuates with a downright sinful massage against your g-spot.

she huffs out a quiet laugh when you rush to stifle a whimper against your forearm.

“nah, i think i’ll keep you for myself,” she says, tugging you by your hair to hiss “you’re mine.”

your legs nearly collapse right on the spot.

“like that, huh? now be good for me baby. you can take it,” she says lowly by your ear, fisting your hair back even more to take in your disheveled state before shoving your head down nose to nose with the mic.

you grip onto the stand in attempt to ground yourself. fucking abby.

“for now you sh-should be okay withou-ooout a mask on hand t-though,” you stumble through your words, racing to finish the report. “our trusty barom-meter indicates stable conditions— so i g-guess that means the- mmph- the world isn’t gonna expl-plode today?”

you fall to your forearms, losing balance with the aggressiveness of abby’s thrusts, walls clinging to her fingers, as if not to let a second by without her magic touch. abby kicks a leg between your two, sliding one to the side to spread you further before her as she slips a third finger in easily. your lips parts in a silent scream, hand racing to stuff it’s knuckle in your mouth to bite down on.

nails digging into the table, and mind begging forgiveness from god for all the fucking sin you’re committing, you speed

through a shitty conclusion, “overall, it’s a g-great day to sweat. that’s all i’ve got for you to-today. stay safe, stay cool, and enjoy the sun! bye!”

you rip the cord out of the audio interface before you can get the entirety of your final word out, loud moans borderline pornographic from being held back for so long.

“aw, you didn’t enjoy having an audience?” abby teases, fingers speeding up to coax more of your sounds out.

“fuck you, abby,” you gasp out, collapsing face-against-the-desk in pleasure.

“it’s okay, honey, your drenched pussy answers my question— i mean, look at you dripping right down my fingers,” she rasps, pinching your clit meanly.

god, you wanted to shove her fucking face into your cunt. at least that would get her to shut up.

“abby, i’m gonna-!” you cry, knees threatening to buckle.

“show me, pretty girl. fucking come all over my hand,” she spreads your sticky folds with a spare finger, swiping at the edges to effectively stimulate every part of your core.

you buck your hips back with every thrust, desperate to finish as you scream abby’s name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck,” abby curses under her breath, arm curling around your front to hold your crumbling body up, hands busy bringing you to heaven. she wanted to live in this moment.

“ah- god, abs!” you weep, forehead digging into cables as you shudder in ecstasy, cum dribbling out of your overworked pussy, coating abby’s hands in your mess.

“god, abs,” you repeat between gasps, slowly regaining your vision back as abby lifts you up to lean your sweating figure against her matching one.

“so much for escaping the heat, huh?”

~ man oh man i tried guys. hope this satiated your weather girl needs ;)

[wandagcre]

What do you think abt Sam (non g!p) has the first time with her gf and she cums first (and gets very embarrassed afterwards, cuz she didn't even need to be touched for that!)

first time | sam carpenter 🔞

(Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Sam never understood the clichés of firsts, until you – the only one that mattered.

WARNING: make out session, fingering, first time - set in Scream universe | 18+ men & minors dni. Words: 1.1k Note: the softest smut i have written yet ahh enjoy! <3

"Fuck," Sam gasped, breathless as you were. "You feel- it's blowing my mind..." she tilts her head and slips in her tongue.

A small smile escaped your lips, knowing how the woman couldn't compose her words properly at your intense make out sessions as this. you let her in, finding her eagerness adorable. The soft rubs of your thumb on her nape only reeled Sam further to your touch. She takes off your top and the hunger in her motion made you arch your neck.

You slow down a little and Sam is tad confused but it doesn't stop her. Her own lips chased yours as you pull away and it didn't faze Sam, who continued caressing her hands onto your bare torso.

You and Sam had barely left one another enough for your lips to become numbed with the well-known dance that has been going on for minutes now. Her eyelids fluttering as she's wrapped in a dazed sensation – the rustling of your limbs against each other and touching and seeing you – has left the entirety of Sam scorching hot.

"Baby, baby," you moan in muted tone. The pit of fire in Sam’s stomach continues to burn, although she finally looks at you in concern.

"Are you okay? we can stop anytime,"

The tenderness is palpable on her doe eyes. You can't resist but run a finger softly on those hooded eyelids.

"Funny how i was going to ask you the same thing. You beat me to it," you say with a crooked smile. Your hands loosely wrapped around her waist and somehow, Sam’s body reacted too enthusiastically, and it made her hips buck onto your front. "Someone's excited."

"I can't help it, you know that too well, querida..."

"And I can definitely attest to that." An inevitable grin breaks out of Sam’s pretty face. It's so easy with you. "I’m all in, baby."

"I am, too. all in. I love you," Sam murmured as if she was in a daydream, stroking your cheek.

Sam drinks the appearance that beholds her. Your skin so soft and delectable, that she failed to keep her hands off you. The creases in your face with your gentle smile. Your soul that welcomed her without a hint of prejudice; paired with your eyes that relayed nothing but acceptance and love.

How Sam got lucky with you is lost on her.

Sam pulled you in once again, the softness gritting into a deplore of conviction; wanting to express how much you mean to her – cheesily enough, you are her world now.

Unfortunately, it also meant she had grown ridiculously damp. a stretch of her lower limb would make it seep much worse. She feels the electric coursing through her veins, prickling soundly onto her sensitive areas. She feels bare and vulnerable in all forms, you didn't even have to touch her that much for her to come undone.

It was mind blowing how Sam haven't thirsted this much to her previous partners before. Even with your limbs intertwined and skins grazing upon another, it simply wasn't enough. Sam is constantly chasing for more.

"I want to have you first," you breathed softly on Sam’s ears to her surprise, making her temperature rise even more. "Please, let go for me, Sammy. I promise to take care of you."

You look at her with glossy eyes, filled with devotion. How can Sam ever say no to you?

She nods with no reluctance to your glee. Oh god, this is happening. Sam feels your fingertips along her abdomen, touch so incandescent, that it made her muscles contract, as it makes its way further down to your goal.

When the heel of your palm laid on her lower stomach, fingers stretching in to go underneath her underwear, Sam felt herself vividly ooze a palpable amount of wetness that made her heave out of breath – thigh muscles spasming that she can barely move.

She rasped a moan as she laid her forehead on your shoulder.

"Are you okay, Sammy?" your eyes went wide in concern.

She weakly laughed. "Yeah, yes. Shit i think– this is unreal. I just came. I surely just felt it," she retracts her hold around you to cover her face in embarrassment. "Now I feel ridiculous. that- that wasn't supposed to happen,"

You looked at Sam bewildered at the news she had dropped.

"Baby, no, no. look at me," you shook her by the shoulder gently and cradled her face. "That's nothing to be shy of. If anything, I’m happy to make something as sex not only pleasurable by means of aggressive throes of lust, but comfortably mind-blowing to you."

It took a while for your words to sink in for Sam. She bit her lip, nodding in agreement. Sam looks at you straight in the eye. All she saw was comfort. Safety. Love. All of which resounded strongly when it comes to you. Slowly, the feel of embarrassment ebb out of her system.

This wasn’t a quick fuck, nor a casual thing. You weren’t cheeky and condescending as the other men she had encountered.

Sam felt like she mattered for once – as though she wasn’t a meat or a conquest.

The thought wasn’t lost on you as Sam looked at you in wonder and it breaks your heart. You decide to grasp her hand and place gentle kisses on her knuckles. The same hands that have gone through unimaginable violence, yet it’s gentle and slightly trembling in your hold.

"Thank you, mi querida."

The kissing resumed as your fingers also continued making its way to the depths of Sam’s crevice. The pad of your fingers that she ushered for you to rub harder had sent her on the edge. The soft gasps of excitement and pleasure, Sam couldn't take it.

Every touch had her entirety reeling, as though you had her absolved all her sins. Nothing else mattered.

"Listen to me, you're doing great. You look... beautiful."

Albeit it came rarely, Sam was somewhat desensitized to praises. But yours were raw and innocent. Sam feels her heart thumping louder than ever.

"Always a charmer,"

From there, she cants her pelvis closer to you, rocking her hips to the newfound rhythm – riding your fingers. All Sam can think about was your name. She met your thrusts and each time, you never failed to give her praise. I love you, I love you, I love you -- you confess, akin to worshipping a deity. The open mouthed kisses on her sternum and chest that you spread all over her, has made Sam's head spin. You simply understood how vulnerable and hard it was for the woman to let go. Sam swore she felt heaven – it made her surrender all her strength completely under your touch. She has never known a safer place as yours.

Wet enough she was, and this time both of you couldn't hold back your smiles, complemented by neediness, as you make love for the first time.

do not repost/translate on other sites. © wandagcre

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1738

Chapter 20:

You all had sat around the warm fire, sharing some of Jen's handmade on-the-spot perfume paste that took away the stench of dead leaves, sweat, and mud that existed on you.

Slowly, the mood had started to change, and with Teen back to his live self and his new scar; everyone took turns showing off their scars, briefly mentioning the cool story behind it.

That was, until Agatha joined, sitting at the empty space between you and Rio; not too close to any of you, as if herself feeling divided.

And then Rio had to tell about her scar, changing the mood as subtle messages were clearly behind her story; upsetting both you and Agatha.

You watched Agatha be the first one to leave the circle right after Rio confessed her "scar." You barely lifted your head to watch her go or cared when Rio went after her.

By now you had come to realize who this mysterious green witch was, and what she was to Agatha.

A part of you, deep down, was not surprised. You often spent a lot of time away from one another and she was not forced to remain focused to you alone; the fact that you did it for her, was merely out of your loyalty for her.

Yet somehow, it still bothered you. Seeing those looks she would often give you, now directed to her. The way Rio would try to invade her personal space and make her react, testing your patience and the fact that you did not wish to interfere.

Perhaps you should, but who were you to lay such a claim? When you had left Agatha on her own so many times? And who said Agatha wished to be claimed by you?

Those questions and thoughts had darkened your mood and it was evident on your face, something the other witches noticed.

They didn't know exactly what relationship you had with Agatha, mixed signals confusing them to the end, but they had their suspicions.

Thankfully for you, there was one kind hearted soul in the group that did not like to see you down.

"I still don't think I thanked you enough...uhm..." Teen started, keeping his usual smile but feeling slightly embarrassed since he never got your name.

Truthfully, you had not told anyone your name, and Agatha had only been calling you by your nickname; something no witch had dared to call you.

You smiled faintly and turned your attention in him. "Y/N," you introduced yourself, earning an even bigger smile from him.

"Well then, thank you," he continued. "I owe you."

"You owe me nothing. I am glad you are okay. " You offered a small weak smile.

"Though I have to ask... how did you do it?" He asked, grabbing his little book. "What kind of spell was that?"

To your help, somehow, came the oldest of the witches; Lilia. "This was no spell, kid," she explained, earning his attention. "This are the tricks and magic of a Moon Witch."

Teen was suddenly intrigued. "Moon witch? I don't think I have read a lot about you." he confessed.

You offered a sad smile. "I am afraid my kind is not that well known or welcomed. Not many witches are chosen for it, either."

"It is the type of witch dedicated to the moon and its phases. The very same entity witches pray over spells, blessed them with power," Lilia explained, once again.

Teen was very invensted. "So, you do what... Moon magic?"

"If only," Jen interrupted him. "Moon magic s the purest form of magic. It is literally the essence of blessing, purification, and protection of the highest form. Moon Witches are the OG white witches."

"Then why don't other witches take that path? Why is it not known in the books?"

"Because it is a cursed path that you do not choose but rather get chosen," Lilia said, her tone getting colder as personal experiences biased her opinion. "Unpredictable and destructive nature of magic. Spells gone wrong, too much magic unleashed... plagues coming out of nowhere, curses been thrown, kids disappearing into the night..."

Each catastrophe made you lower your gaze and your head, one hand holding tightly your triple moon pendant for some sort of comfort.

You did not argue with Lilia, because there was not something to argue for. She was right in everything and you hated to admit it, but it was all true.

At night, you would still be haunted by experimental spells you did wrong. Of too much magic, you pulled into a potion or a person and caused more destruction than anything else. You were volatile for years, and only after you learnt not to interfere did you find some peace with your magic.

Agatha was the only one that had never shunned you for your powers, never blamed you when things went astray. On the contrary, she had ways to make you see the other side of the issue; to take you realise that it wasn't always that bad... that it could be fun.

"It's a solitary path, kid," you finally said, your voice heavy as was your heart. "It is not one witches wish to be known for or have in their covens," you lifted your head slowly. "I hesitated to heal you, and if it weren't for Agatha's begging, I wouldn't have interfered. That's not my calling."

Yet despite the grim talking, despite your defeated tone; Teen was not ready to give up. He could still see light within you, still see there was good to be done, and he was determined to help you see it too.

"But you did interfere. You helped me!" He argued, joy and energy still in his dark eyes. "You saved me from death and look." he lifted his shirt again. "You barely left me a scar."

Somehow, despite your best efforts, you could not fight the contagious smile that came from him. Hearing his words, doing his best to cheer you up; it warmed your soul, and you could not remember when someone else had managed to do that.

"You must be the first to say that," you commented.

Surprisingly, Alice chose to join; having been quiet for far too long. "He is right, you know. You saved him, and I saw how you fought that curse when it touched you. Whatever magic you wield, I am glad it is on our side."

"Speaking of curses," Jen interfered. "How is it that you can push away and protect yourself from whatever curse we fought back there and not the poisons from the first trial?"

"Ah," you exclaimed. "Common misconception there. I can protect against evil and darkness but not poisons. They fall into a more... neutral category."

"Well, that must suck."

You could not help but chuckle faintly. "Oh yes. I can go head to head with dark witches, but hemlock can end me in a day."

"So, Y/N," Teen called you out, using your name. "Do you have any cool scars?"

It was then you realised everyone had talked about their scars, some from bigger adventures and some from minor ones. You have been the only one that had yet to confess a part of their past, and frankly, you were not sure how willing you were.

Yet as you stared into their eyes and you remembered how Alice and Teen were welcoming your magic, how even Jen seemed to see you differently; you could not help but feel as if you truly were part of a coven.

A feeling foreign to you but nonetheless welcomed.

"I do, a few," you confessed and loosened up your tie more. Once it was not in the way, you managed to remove your shirt halfway and turned to expose your scarred back. "Caught by a group of modern witch hunters, tried to make me confess the whereabouts of a coven close by."

You felt the stares on your scars that decorated your back and quickly chose to hide them by fixing your shirt; feeling uncomfortable with people staring at them for too long.

Unbeknown to you, Agatha had happened to approach while you were talking and got a good look of the scars you did not have the last time you two reunited.

She remained quiet, watching from the shadows with a dark expression on her face; one that the world had not seen in a very long time.

At the same time, you chose to cover yourself and sit down; looking at the group. Their gazes were mixed, some showing more concern and sympathy and others; pure fury.

"Witch hunters," Lilia scoffed, one fist holding the material of her pants tightly. "One of the worst things mankind had created."

You could not help but nod. "And somehow they made it to the modern era as well."

"They are lucky they haven't met me," she commented. "I still remember the last pair that made me flee a comfy village I had chosen to settle down."

"Thought witch hunters were a myth," Teen argued, looking at Lilia. "I mean, with movies and all those things you hate."

The older woman tried not to get offended. It was not her fault the media represented witches that badly. "Not this kind, kid. Those in the movies are nothing compared to the real deal."

Jen nodded her head. "They are cruel men, taught to recognise spells, and somehow always manage to track down where witches live," she explained, being alive longer than him and Alice; made her little more knowledgeable on the subject.

"And they go hard-core once they find one. Try to draw a confession out of her, secrets and whereabouts of covens, " you added. "In the past, they targeted innocent women who under the pressure of torture confessed to being witches; when they had no magic within them."

The boy seemed horrified at this new piece of information. "This is horrible!"

"This was a witch's life," a new voice added, making everyone spot Agatha leaning on a tree. "Humanity was never accepting of anything different and always went to the extreme to see it gone."

Murmurs of agreement echoed between Lilia, Jen, and you; the eldest in the group. They had seen the rise and almost impending fall of witchcraft, some earlier than others little later.

But they all had been prosecuted one way or another for their craft... and their choice in lovers.

Chapter 21

[mytaiyakeylover]

scary stares.

synopsis: his gaze is penetrating, like that of a predator ready to pounce on its prey, and you can't help but wonder at what point you managed to anger the gang leader.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: i don’t even know how my sleep deprived brain came up with this. was watching some random horror movie at 3 am yesterday and this is what happened😳 part 2?

warnings: just the reader freaking out and mikey being his usual oblivious self. guess some hints of angst too. reader misunderstands mikey, which isn’t that weird.

word count: 1.3k

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It’s unnerving. The way he keeps staring at you. Black, abyssal eyes penetrate your soul, making you feel exposed — naked even. You don’t know what he wants — what he’s expecting from you.

You feel small under his gaze; like a mouse. It doesn’t seem to bother him whatsoever, dead eyes simply watching you from the other side of the classroom, not paying any mind to what the teacher is saying. Usually you would have at least tried to pay attention — which you are — but the blond boy sitting at the back of the classroom is staring so intently, you can practically feel his eyes lingering on your vulnerable figure.

He doesn’t break eye contact when you look in his direction, and you find yourself shrinking. Perhaps you’re overreacting. One of your friends had once told you that he probably likes you, but you’re not too sure. Not when he keeps looking at you in a similar way that a predator watches its prey. You rake through your brain, trying to remember at what exact instance you had managed to anger the gang leader, but find none.

It’s quite hard to pinpoint what exactly you must have done however, as neither of you had even as much as exchanged one word with each other. The teacher doesn’t make things easier for you as he starts putting students into groups for some project. By some miracle you and Sano just happen to get into the same one. But you try not to show the relief you feel when his tall friend — Ryuguji — also joins you.

They may be friends, but even you were observant enough to notice that the short boy was less intimidating with him. That Ryuguji more or less, had at least some control over the commander. It was also common knowledge that between the both, the taller one was always the more reserved and collected one.

“…So, uh,” you start, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “What exactly were we supposed to do?” You ask tentatively, still feeling quite intimidated by the shorter boy. Ryuguji lets out a barely audible sigh, but then smiles. You think he must be sensing your unease and is trying to make you feel more comfortable.

“Guess somebody must have zoned out, huh,” he states, a teasing smirk appearing on his lips, which urged you to let out an embarrassed laugh. “Guess so,” you mumble, smiling faintly as a soft pink hue dusts your cheeks.

The other boy doesn’t say anything, eyes vacant as he seems to be deep in thought. You’re not too sure of what he’s thinking about, but there is something in your gut telling you that you want to know. Still, the question remains unspoken, letting curiosity simply continue to eat at your sanity. Bits by bits; like a parasite.

It has always been a bad habit of yours. Sometimes you wish you had more courage. More courage to speak your thoughts. Perhaps then you wouldn’t have been here right now, feeling like this — so helpless and lonely. It's not that you don't enjoy being alone; in fact, you love it. However, there have always been moments when you wish you had done things differently.

You know you should ask. Should ask why he’s been staring at you for so long — in such a way. To clear things up. To save yourself from the growing anxiety. To protect your sanity.

Then someone clears their throat. It’s Ryuguji. You guess he must have noticed the tension between you and his friend. Sano still doesn't make any acknowledgment of either of you, and you can hear the dragon-tattooed boy sigh from your right.

“There is nothing much, we’re just supposed to answer these questions and then discuss them,” the tall boy explains, losing any hope he may have had previously for his commander. You can practically sense it by the apparent vein that has popped out above his right eyebrow.

A barely audible, “Oh,” leaves your lips at his words. Then you sit down, doing your best to avoid making eye contact with the other boy. He’s still staring, and you're not quite sure what to make out of it. A part of you hoped that it would at least be easier for you to understand what that gaze means. Unfortunately, instead of making things clearer, it only seems to confuse you further.

The closeness isn’t helping in the slightest, despite the desk separating the both of you. If anything, it only makes you more nervous. You try to break the tension by asking him questions here and there, whenever you get to a new question that you need to discuss. Sano never answers you however — never says anything at all, in fact, and Ryuguji looks truly fed up with his behavior.

Time passes. Ryuguji is speaking, but you only seem to hear the ticking of the clock, so all you do is nod. Nodding at him with a polite — and perhaps slightly awkward — smile whenever you catch his lips moving. Heart beating erratically in your rib cage as the oh so familiar irrational sense of fear and dread envelopes your senses.

The feeling leaves you confused as you had never experienced such emotions without any apparent reason. Communication was never a problem for you before. Despite occasionally overthinking things, it had never occurred unless it was due to something you had said that was foolish or poorly thought out. Your friends would sometimes tease you, claiming that you paid too much attention to trivial matters.

“(L/n)-san,” you hear Ryuguji’s voice calling out for you, pulling you out from your thoughts. His eyebrows are furrowed, a look of concern plastering his face. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widen as you rush to come up with a response. "Of course," you say, realizing you had zoned out. The boy arches an eyebrow in response, dismissing your later stuttered apology with a wave.

A lump forms in your throat as you catch the pair of onyxes still very much concentrated on you. Your cheeks flare up at their intense look, but try not to acknowledge that fact. Instead you simply turn around, and continue on with the questions.

Minutes pass by and you feel cold sweaty trailing down your neck as they remain fixated on you. You try to form a coherent sentence whenever Ryuguji is asking you something, but they only come out as a stuttered mess. The boy is considerate enough to not comment on it however.

You feel a wave of relief flooding your system as the bell rings and the teacher announces the end of the lesson. However, it's only when your feet step out of the classroom that the feeling fully registers in your brain. Even then, you fail to notice the forgotten notebook on your former group member's desk.

Draken sweatdrops at how quickly you bolted out of the classroom, noticing the notebook you had accidentally left behind. He feels slightly guilty for the obvious discomfort you were displaying, fully aware that Mikey's weird demeanor must have caught you off guard. The short boy did look kind of creepy throughout the entire lesson.

He sighs, about to stand up and try to catch up to you, but a familiar voice stops him in his tracks. “Hey, Ken-chin?” There is a slightly dreamy lilt to it, and the addressed boy feels his brain short-circuit. He can’t help it, he’s never heard his friend speak in such a manner, like…ever.

“Don’t you think (Y/n)-chan is pretty?”

[kefiteria]

to be loved by a poet

char: Kazuha x Reader

tags: establish relationship,fluff, romantic gestures

A gentle breeze caressed your cheek, carrying with it the warmth of a sun setting over the horizon. Beneath the sprawling tree in the Guyun Stone Forest, two mortals found solace in each other’s company. Kazuha, with a tender glint in his eyes, coaxed a melody from a leaf, its tranquil notes mingling with the whispers of the wind.

“How does it sound? I tried to recreate the wind’s voice from our last journey, to share its essence with you.” Kazuha asked, with his smile as serene as the sunset.

“It’s beautiful! It reminds me of those quiet hills where the wind sings softly.” you replied, savoring an egg tart from your plate, a moment of shared peace.

Kazuha's gaze softened as he wiped a stray crumb from the corner of your lips. “In my eyes, a deity feasts upon a humble treat, yet it is my heart you devour. How has my mortal soul come to deserve such divine grace?”

A smiled crept up your face at Kazuha's poetic words, the sincerity in his eyes warming your heart even more than the sun overhead. You put down the egg tart and smiled back at him, the tranquility of the moment wrapping around you both like a gentle embrace. “You always know the right words to say, Kazuha.” you replied softly, leaning closer to him.

“Moments like these feel like they belong to another world, a world where time slows down and all that exists is us.”

With his words flowed like a gentle river, each syllable a caress that soothed and uplifted. It felt as though the very essence of love and serenity was woven into his voice, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and warmth.

“Go on…" you murmured, captivated by the magic of his speech. “Continue, please. I am eager to hear your thoughts, for they bring such peace to my soul.”

He smiled with a tender light in his eyes, and resumed his lyrical musings, each word a balm to your spirit, resonating deeply within your heart. “The taste of egg tart on your lips, a sweetness I adore, yet pales before the essence of the heart that I implore. Oh, the heavens have bestowed a gift, so precious and divine, a glimpse of eternity, where your hand is held in mine.”

You smiled and eyes softening as you continued to listen to Kazuha reciting his poem. His voice was like a gentle breeze, each word a delicate petal carried on the wind.

“Your laughter is a song, a serenade to the night, guiding me like a lighthouse through the tempest's might. In your eyes, I see a reflection of the boundless sea…A promise of adventures that await both you and me.” Kazuha's words hung in the air, a silence fell between you, charged with the weight of his heartfelt confession.

With cheeks flushed a deep crimson with heart pounding with a mix of joy and embarrassment. You looked down, unable to meet his intense gaze, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “Kazuha, that was… breathtaking. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. You have a way of making me feel like the most special person in the world.” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened as he took your hand, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. “If only I could capture this moment in a bottle, to cherish forever...” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the whispering breeze. “The world is vast and ever-changing, but here, with you, I find a stillness that eludes me everywhere else.”

Silence settled between you, the rustling leaves and distant calls of the ocean creating a symphony that filled the air. You closed your eyes, letting the sounds and sensations wash over you, grounding you in the peacefulness of the moment.

After a while, Kazuha spoke again, his voice is a projection of a soothing lullaby. “Do you ever wonder what lies beyond the horizon? What adventures await us in lands unknown?”

You nodded, gaze drifting towards the horizon where the sea met the sky. “I do. I dream of exploring new places, of seeing the world through different eyes. But right now, I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere but here, with you.”

Kazuha with his grip on your hand tightened slightly, a silent promise of many more moments like this to come. “Wherever our journeys take us, know that you will always have a place in my heart, a companion in every journey.”

Slowly you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence seep into you. “And you in mine, Kazuha. Always.”

“And as the sun descends, painting the sky with gold, I wish to carve these moments into stories yet untold. For in the quietude of twilight, under the Guyun Stone's gaze, I find my heart entangled in your love’s endless maze.” Kazuha's lips brushed gently against your forehead as the sun dipped below the horizon, enveloping you in a warm, golden embrace.

The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, you both remained under the tree, savoring the simple joy of being together.

In my eyes, a deity feasts upon a humble treat, yet it is my heart you devour. How has my mortal soul come to deserve such divine grace?

The taste of egg tart on your lips, a sweetness I adore, yet pales before the essence of the heart that I implore. Oh, the heavens have bestowed a gift, so precious and divine, a glimpse of eternity, where your hand is held in mine.

Your laughter is a song, a serenade to the night, guiding me like a lighthouse through the tempest's might. Then, in your eyes I see a reflection of the boundless sea. A promise of adventures that await both you and me.

The world is vast and ever-changing, but here, with you, I find a stillness that eludes me everywhere else. Wherever our journeys take us, know that you will always have a place in my heart, a companion in every journey.

And as the sun descends, painting the sky with gold, I wish to carve these moments into stories yet untold. For in the quietude of twilight, under the Guyun Stone's gaze, I find my heart entangled in your love’s endless maze.

[mioumiau]

vodnik!Emil Kladivo x male!ghost!reader

Sub!Emil, Dom!Male!Reader, mirror sex, ghost sex, dirty talk (?) —//— English is not my first language and this is my first time writing, I may have used some words wrong 😭

Reader is a ghost who recently lost his life, now you are in front of the vodnik's toy shop admiring his handmade dolls meant to serve as a new body for the restless spirits who wander the world.

Emil looks up from his current work, noticing the ghostly figure standing by his shop, he sets his tools aside and approaches the ethereal being. As he's getting closer, you can't help but admire his exquisite green eyes, green hair, and… Nevermind, everything is green about him.

"Ah, a lost soul seeking refuge in a physical form… Come, let me prepare a suitable body for you." His voice is as soothing as a lullaby, matching the calm and composed man he is.

You walk into the shop, determined to get what you've been longing for.

"I am looking for one with the most stunning dark hair you got, something similar to the one I owned before death got the best of me."

You were always fond of your own appearance, and even though you don't look as good as you did alive, you want to reclaim the beauty you lost to the worms that had nibbled on your cold body.

He carefully selects a doll, crafted with intricate details and delicate features. This one has long, dark locks cascading down its back, just like the ghost had described.

"Ah, here it is… Seems like I got just the right doll for you."

Your eyes scan through the doll, admiring every detail.

"Actually, this is better than I imagined… It must be expensive, am I right?"

He chuckles — "I trade the dolls for materials and some records, if you can bring me some."

"Don't you take money?"

"There is no use of money if I can't spend it, I cannot take the risk on being attacked by feral humans on my way to the city."

"I see…"  — You nod — "I suppose I should come back another time, I lack of the materials you need at the moment."

The vodnik's gaze meets yours, a kind smile flashes on his face.

"No, no, that won't be necessary." — He pauses — "I sense your sincerity and desperation. I'll delay the fee this time, dear spirit."

"It is not correct of me to leave without offering you something in return, Mr. Kladivo."

The older tilts his head as his eyes soften, and chuckles — "Oh, it's alright. And you don't owe me anything, but if you insist…"

Emil clings weakly to the mirror in front of him, your hands wander through his chest to his tighs. His moans are barely audible as you pepper kisses and ocasionally nibble around his neck.

His head feels light, only wondering how did you manage to get him in such a lewd position; Yet, the feeling of your fingers poking his entrance was enough to distract him from any thought forming on his mind.

"You're just so perfect, I couldn't resist…" — Emil whimpers at your comment — "Egocentric people are more likely to become ghosts in the end, surely you understand."

Emil turns his face away from the mirror, only for you to direct his face and make him look at his flustered reflection again. The spirit's cold touch against his bare skin only intensifies his arousal, as does the mirror reflecting every moment of his submission.

"N-no more… i-it's embarrassing…" — He whines —

"Is it really? Aw… Then I must be wrong about your erection down here…"

His reflection's whines turn into choked gasps as he feels the ghost's cold fingers wrap around its hard length. The mirror reflects Emil's face, his eyes squeezed shut as the ghost begins to stroke him.

"I- I can't… Ng-hhh~♡"

He arches his back, and lets out a muffled moan as cold, slick fingers begin to stretch his hole. Emil's face is buried in his arms, his body shaking, and completely helpless to the ghost's manipulations. His body convulses, and his legs try to close, only to be forcefully held open. The vodnik lets out a choked, desperate cry, his body feeling hot, in contrast with the cold touch on both his most private parts.

"N-no… it's too much… Feels too much~♡"

"Please, let me show my gratitute by making you feel good, Mr. Kladivo."

His body tenses, and lets out an embarrassed whine. He can feel the hard pressure against his thigh, and aknowledges that it's the ghost's private part, only serves to heighten his arousal.

"P-please…" — He pleads, then you lift him up by his tighs — "O-oh?!"

The vodnik is surprised by how easy you picked him up — How did you do that?

His legs touching his chest, body heavy and helpless as he's lifted up and penetrated from behind. Emil's reflection lets out a series of loud, desperate moans, his body jerking with each powerful thrust. "Ngghh… I-it's too dEep… (Y/N)~♡OH MY~"

Emil's face is a mask of pure pleasure, his mouth open in a soundless scream, tears streaming down its cheeks. Since your ghostly form doesn't reflect on mirrors, Emil can only see his own body convulsing with each thrust, being split open by apparently nothing.

His mouth is forced open, and a cold, invasive tongue slips inside, silencing his desperate cries. The older can do nothing but accept the kiss, his body convulsing with each pounding from behind. "Mmphhh…" He blushes at the wet sound you two make while kissing.

As the ghost continues to pound into him, Emil slowly relaxes, his eyes fluttering shut, mouth hanging open, panting with each breath.

His body grows heavier as he slowly gives in to the sensation and comes closer to his orgasm.

"Nhh… nhh… N-no… I'm gonna…! DON'T SToP~!! ♡"

"How could I stop? Hearing those sweet noises you make…" — You pause only to kiss him again — "I want to keep hearing your voice…"

Emil lets out a final cry as he finally reaches his climax, staining the mirror with his semen. His limbs go limp, and he hangs helplessly in the ghost's embrace, completely spent.

The ghost's hold tightens, and with a final, powerful thrust, buries himself inside Emil's warm walls. The room grows cold, and an icy chill runs down Emil's spine as he feels the ghost's release, he looks at his reflection to see his hole gaping wide open, dripping with fluid.

Emil blinks dazedly, looking at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the mess he's in. He slowly turns around, and you take the chance to shower him in kisses♡

—//—

For context: Misadventures Of Laura Silver is a game about two detectives (Laura and Orewell) who investigate paranormal cases, and a vodnik (Emil) happened to be on their list. I don't think the game is well known, but I wanted to write something for this man🥹 For more context, Emil is this silly guy right here:

⚠️ I really don't know if the creators have anything against using their characters to write this kind of stuff, I'll imediatly delete the post if there's anything wrong!😭🙏

[gvnvks]

// zb1 being (kinda overly) protective of you.

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: zb1 being overprotective, pet names, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: middle of my mind by tom rosenthal

> a/n: im back yall who missed me !!! also pls don’t let this flop as much as my previous post did …. that was embarrassing 😐

// 김 jiwoong.

jiwoong and you walked hand in hand along the cobblestone path, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under your feet creating a serene symphony. the air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.

as you strolled hand in hand, the warmth of jiwoongs touch filled you with a sense of security and love. his dark eyes, filled with adoration, glanced at you every few moments, ensuring your comfort and well-being. the suns golden rays danced on his face, highlighting the contours of his smile, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his presence.

the conversation flowed effortlessly, a symphony of laughter and shared anecdotes. your boyfriends voice resonated like a soothing melody, and his words were a balm to your soul. each sentence he uttered was laced with affection, and every syllable carried an undertone of concern, for he had always been one to prioritize your happiness above all else.

as you approached a particularly narrow and rocky path, jiwoongs protective nature became more evident. his steps slowed, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, and he insisted on leading the way. “be careful, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with a touch of worry. “watch your step, the rocks can be slippery.”

you chuckled softly, grateful for his concern but feeling confident in your own abilities. “ill be fine, jiwoong," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. “im not as delicate as you think.”

he grinned, a mixture of pride and playfulness dancing in his eyes. “oh, i know you're strong and capable,” he replied, his tone teasing. “but youre my everything, and i cant help but want to protect you from even the smallest of dangers.”

your heart swelled with affection, understanding the depth of his love for you. his overprotectiveness wasn't born out of doubt or a lack of trust; rather, it stemmed from a place of unyielding adoration. your boyfriend simply couldn't bear the thought of anything causing you harm, even if it was as minor as a misstep on a rocky path.

the path opened up to a breathtaking vista, where the lake stretched out before you like a vast expanse of liquid sapphire. the water glistened under the twilight sky, mirroring the stars that began to twinkle above. it was a sight that stole your breath away, leaving you momentarily spellbound.

jiwoongs arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you closer as he whispered into your ear, his words carried by the gentle breeze. “isn't it beautiful?” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “but remember, my love, don't get too close to the edge. i don't want anything to happen to you.”

you leaned back into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your back. ”i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, a smile playing on your lips. ”i wouldn't dream of doing anything that might worry you.”

he sighed, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. ”i know, but you know how my mind works,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. ”i can't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios. its just who i am.”

you turned around in his arms, looking into his eyes with tender affection. ”and i love you for it,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of your love. ”your overprotectiveness is part of what makes you so special to me.”

jiwoongs face softened, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “i don't deserve you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i promise, ill always be there to shield you from harm, even if it's just imaginary."

// 장 hao.

as you walked hand in hand into the café, the sound of your footsteps mingled with soft music playing in the background. haos eyes gleamed with adoration as he looked at you, his heart filled with love and concern. he held the door open for you, ensuring you entered safely.

”you okay, darling?” hao asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “the ground can be uneven sometimes.” you smiled at his unwavering attentiveness. “im fine, hao. you don't have to worry so much.”

he chuckled, his voice a melody that harmonized with the ambiance around you. “i can't help it, you know. i just want to make sure you're always safe and sound.”

taking a seat at a cozy table near the window, you marveled at the view outside. the city bustled with life, people going about their day, yet in this café, you felt cocooned in a world of tranquility. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sweet pastries, and the soft murmur of conversations added a pleasant hum to the atmosphere.

a waiter approached, carrying a tray adorned with steaming cups of coffee. haos protective instincts kicked in, and he immediately reached out to touch your cup, testing the temperature cautiously. “just making sure it's not too hot for you, darling,” he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

you chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. “thank you. you're always looking out for me.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “its my duty as your boyfriend. besides, i wouldn't want you burning your beautiful lips.”

as you sipped the warm, comforting beverage, your eyes met your boyfriends, and a silent understanding passed between you. it was in these small, seemingly mundane gestures that his love for you shone like a radiant sun, casting a protective light over your every step.

the café was a symphony of sights and sounds, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment. couples around you engaged in hushed conversations, their laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of cups and saucers. the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, paintings that whispered stories of love and passion.

haos gaze never wavered from you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, etching each moment into his memory. he leaned forward, his voice low and filled with affection. “are you comfortable, my love? shall i adjust your chair?”

you chuckled softly, touched by his concern. “hao, im perfectly fine. i couldn't ask for a more caring boyfriend.”

his smile widened, his love for you shining through his eyes. “i just want to make sure everything is perfect for you. you deserve nothing less.”

as the afternoon turned to evening, and the café grew dimmer, the atmosphere took on a romantic allure. the soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. your boyfriend reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours, creating an unbreakable bond between you.

“i love you, hao,” you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and gratitude.

he squeezed your hand, his touch a reassurance of his love. “and i love you, more than words can express. i will always be here to protect and cherish you, my darling.”

// 성 hanbin.

hand in hand, you and hanbin strolled through an enchanting amusement park, its vibrant attractions calling to the child within each of you. laughter and joy mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, creating an atmosphere of pure delight.

as you approached the roller coaster, a towering behemoth with twisting tracks, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. “hey, hanbin, let's go on that roller coaster! it looks like so much fun!” you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling like stars.

hanbin glanced at the ride, then back at you, a subtle furrow forming on his forehead. “are you sure, sweetheart? it seems quite fast and intense.”

you grinned, feeling determined to take on the challenge. “absolutely! come on, it'll be so fun!”

he hesitated for a moment before relenting with a soft smile. “alright, but promise me you'll hold onto the safety bar tightly, and ill be right beside you the whole time.”

the roller coaster roared to life as you settled into the front seat. hanbins protective nature revealed itself as he carefully fastened your seatbelt and checked it twice. you giggled at his attentiveness, finding it endearing how much he cared for your safety.

as the ride started, and the roller coaster climbed higher, the view from the top was breathtaking. the scenery stretched out before you like a picturesque painting - the lush green trees, the shimmering pond, and the sparkling fountains all came together in a symphony of colors. “hanbin, look at this view! its incredible!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement.

but he couldn't take his eyes off you, concern etched in his expression even amidst the stunning backdrop. “yes, it is, but please hold on tight, okay?”

you chuckled, gently reassuring him, “don't worry, im in safe hands with you.”

as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, the wind whooshed past your face, and you couldn't help but let out a delighted scream. It was a whirlwind of adrenaline and emotions, and throughout the twists and turns, Hanbin kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable and secure.

after the ride ended, you stepped off with wobbly legs but a heart full of joy. hanbin quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you away from the ride. “you did amazing! i knew you could do it,” he said with pride, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

the day wore on, and you both explored the whimsical wonderland together, hopping from one attraction to another. with each ride, overprotective hanbin surfaced, whether it was holding your hand tightly on the carousel or making sure you were well-hydrated in the summer heat.

as the sun began to set, the sky turned into a canvas of pink and orange hues, casting a romantic glow over the park. the two of you found a cozy spot near a carousel, where you sat together on a wooden bench, taking a moment to rest.

“its been such a magical day, hanbin. thank you for being so caring and looking out for me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. he smiled affectionately, his eyes warm like the setting sun. “you're my world, and ill always do my best to keep you safe and happy.”

your heart fluttered, and you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “even if it means not letting me ride some of the more intense attractions?”

he chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the fading daylight. “well, maybe i can loosen the reins a little, but only if you promise to always hold onto my hand tightly.”

you nodded, knowing that in hanbins embrace, you would always feel protected. as the stars began to twinkle overhead, you both sat there, basking in the magic of the amusement park and the love that enveloped you like a gentle breeze.

// 석 matthew

the exterior of the hotel you and matthew had stayed at, boasted intricate architecture, adorned with climbing ivy and blossoming roses, its entrance welcoming visitors with ornate wooden doors that whispered stories of centuries past. once inside, the grandeur of the hotels interior took your breath away. crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. plush carpets led the way to rooms adorned with antique furnishings, adding an air of timelessness to the ambiance.

as you made your way to your room, hand in hand, matthews gentle voice chimed in, “are you feeling alright, love? you look a bit tired.”

you smiled at his concern, “im perfectly fine, just a little travel-weary. but being here with you makes everything better.” his eyes softened, “well, i want to make sure you have the best time. let me take care of everything.”

inside your charming room, the walls were painted in hues of lavender and cream, the scent of fresh flowers wafting through the air. the ornate curtains billowed gently as a soft breeze danced in from the open balcony, revealing a breathtaking view of the moon-kissed hills.

your boyfriend seemed to take a moment to ensure everything was in order before he spoke, “the balcony is lovely, but promise me you won't stay out there for too long. the evening air can be chilly, and i wouldn't want you catching a cold.”

you chuckled, touched by his protective nature, “i promise, i won't stay out for too long.”

with a satisfied nod, matthew ushered you to the sumptuous bed adorned with silken sheets and plush pillows. “rest for a while, my love. ill call the front desk to make sure everything is perfect.”

as you settled down, matthew spoke into the telephone, his voice gentle yet assertive, ensuring the hotel staff addressed your every need. you couldn't help but feel touched by his dedication to making your stay exceptional. once he hung up, he sat by your side, gently stroking your hair, “you know, i can't stop worrying about you. you mean the world to me, and i just want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted, feeling the depth of his love in those words, “i know, matthew, and i appreciate it more than i can express. but im here with you, and that's all i need to feel safe and happy.”

the evening unfolded with the two of you exploring the charming town hand in hand, visiting local cafes, and indulging in sweet treats. your boyfriends watchful eye remained, making sure you didn't miss any step on the street stairs or protecting you from the slightest drizzle that threatened to dampen your spirits.

as the night deepened, you returned to the hotel, its facade now glowing with golden lights, and the stars above sprinkled like diamonds on a velvet canvas. inside, you found yourselves in a cozy corner of the hotel's restaurant, sharing laughter, love, and delicious food.

over a candlelit dinner, you teased, “you know, i think you'd make an excellent guardian angel. always watching out for me.”

matthew, his eyes shimmering with warmth, “maybe i was in a past life. but in this one, im just a man who cherishes you more than anything.”

as the night wore on, you returned to your room, your hearts full of love and contentment. matthew tenderly wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “sweet dreams, my love.”

withh a kiss on your forehead, he settled beside you, his presence like a warm embrace, and together, you drifted into a blissful slumber, safe in the knowledge that love had brought you to this magical place, where the world seemed to revolve solely around the two of you.

// 김 taerae.

yours and taeraes kitchen was a charming amalgamation of rustic charm and modern convenience. the scent of freshly cut herbs and simmering spices wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the laughter and whispers shared between you and him. with aprons adorned and utensils in hand, you stood side by side, ready to embark on a culinary adventure together.

taeraes eyes sparkled like stars as he gazed at you, his beloved. “are you sure youre okay handling that knife, sweetheart?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

you grinned, playfully winking at him. “oh, come on, taerae! ive chopped vegetables a thousand times before. ive got this!”

your boyfriend nodded hesitantly, a small frown dancing across his forehead. he couldn't help but be captivated by your confident spirit, yet a hint of protectiveness lingered within him. “alright, just be careful, my precious one. i wouldn't bear to see a single scratch on your delicate fingers.”

your heart fluttered at his endearing words, and you chuckled softly. “i promise, ill be extra careful.” with a swift motion, you deftly chopped the vegetables, relishing the musical sound of the knife rhythmically meeting the cutting board.

as the culinary symphony progressed, taerae remained ever-vigilant, subtly ensuring your safety. when you reached for a heavy pot on the top shelf, he gently intercepted your hand. “allow me, honey. i wouldn't want you to strain yourself.”

his tender touch sent shivers of warmth through your being, and you willingly let him assist, though not without a playful eye-roll and a teasing remark. “you know, taerae, im not made of glass. i can handle a pot.”

he laughed, placing the pot gently on the stove. “i know, but its my duty to look after you, isnt it?”

with an affectionate smile, you agreed, recognizing the depth of his love and how it manifested in this unintentional overprotectiveness. it was endearing, reassuring, and a constant reminder of how cherished you were in his heart.

the cooking continued, and the kitchen turned into an artistic battlefield of spices and flavors. your culinary skills were undeniable, and your boyfriend admired your prowess with each passing moment. nevertheless, whenever the stove emitted a slight hiss, he was instantly by your side, ready to tame the flames.

“ive got this, taerae,” you insisted, gently nudging him away from the stove. he smirked, feigning reluctance. “alright, but im just a heartbeat away if you need me.”

in the midst of this kitchen dance, the forest outside embraced the cottage with a sense of wonder. fireflies started to light up the darkening landscape, creating an enchanting spectacle that only added to the magic of the evening.

as the aroma of your culinary masterpiece filled the air, you and taerae set the table together, hand in hand. the meal was a reflection of your love - a fusion of flavors and textures that complemented each other, just as you did.

with candles flickering and soft music playing in the background, you sat down to savor the fruit of your labor. taeraes eyes never left you, a soft smile curving his lips. “you truly are amazing, sweetheart. not only in the kitchen but in every aspect of life.” you blushed, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for his unwavering support.

as the moon ascended into the starry night sky, you and taerae shared a meal filled with love and laughter, with playful banters and tender gestures, enjoying each others company.

// 리키 ricky.

amidst the bustling symphony of shoppers, the mall stood like a grand emporium of desires, filled with endless racks of clothes and vibrant storefronts that beckoned for exploration. the air was alive with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes from the nearby restaurants, and the sound of laughter and conversations painted a picturesque scene.

you and ricky walked through the labyrinthine passages of fashion, your eyes bright with the promise of finding the perfect outfit. your smile radiated happiness, and ricky couldn't help but feel a surge of affection every time he glanced at you.

“i really love this dress,” you said, holding up a flowing, floral-printed creation that seemed to mirror the vibrant scenery around you.

“its beautiful, just like you,” your boyfriend replied with a warm grin, but he couldn't help noticing the other shoppers glancing your way. his overprotective instincts started to kick in, and he couldn't help but cast wary glances at anyone who dared to look too long.

as you continued browsing, ricky was like a silent sentinel, ever-watchful of your surroundings. whenever you stopped to admire an item, he would discreetly stand between you and the crowd, as if forming an invisible barrier to protect you from the curious eyes of strangers.

“you know, ricky," you chuckled playfully, “its sweet how you always have my back, but i promise i can handle myself in a mall.”

“i know, i know,” he replied sheepishly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “i just can't help it. youre the most precious thing in my life, and i want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted at his sincerity, but you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “do you think the mannequins are checking me out too? should i be worried about them stealing your thunder?” your boyfriend chuckled, realizing he might have been a bit too vigilant. “alright, alright, maybe i got carried away. but you gotta admit, they can't hold a candle to you.”

with laughter in your eyes, you took his arm and led him towards the accessories section. as you tried on various hats and sunglasses, rickys eyes never left your face. he couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you could turn anything into a fashion statement.

“you have a knack for making everything look good," he complimented, his admiration evident in his voice.

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you teased, trying on a wide-brimmed sun hat that made him grin.

as you continued your playful banter, rickys watchful nature relaxed slightly, realizing that you were indeed capable of navigating the mall without him acting like your personal bodyguard.

however, as you moved towards the changing rooms, he instinctively waited nearby, a mix of concern and bashfulness on his face. “ill be just here if you need anything,” he murmured.

“thanks, ricky,” you said, touched by his thoughtfulness. “i promise ill call you in if i need a fashion consultation.”

he chuckled and nodded, still staying within earshot as you ventured into the changing rooms. the moments you spent trying on different outfits turned into a little fashion show for him as you emerged with each new look.

your boyfriend felt like the luckiest person in the world. your beauty, inside and out, never ceased to amaze him. he was grateful for every second spent with you, and his overprotective tendencies stemmed from a deep love and care he held for you.

as the day wore on and the sun began to dip towards the horizon, you finally settled on a few outfits that made you feel fabulous. with your arms full of shopping bags, you and ricky made your way towards the mall's exit.

the golden colors of the evening sun spilled across the vast parking lot, casting a warm glow over the scene. ricky slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as if to shield you from the world outside. “youre my safe haven, you know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and affection.

“and you're mine,” you whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

hand in hand, you walked towards the car, feeling the gentle breeze carry the remnants of a perfect day, as the mall faded into the background.

// 김 gyuvin.

you and gyuvin entered a realm of pixelated dreams and flashing screens, where gamers from all walks of life converged to test their skills and indulge in the digital realm.

amidst the vivid cacophony, gyuvins eyes sparkled with anticipation as he guided you through the sea of arcade machines. his hand gently held yours, his touch providing a sense of security and warmth.

the arcade was a whimsical wonderland, an eclectic mix of bright colors and hypnotic sounds. the air hummed with the fervor of competitive spirits, mingling with the melodies of retro game soundtracks. rows upon rows of games lined the walls, enticing players with promises of adventure and victory.

as you navigated the arcade, your boyfriends overprotective tendencies began to reveal themselves, like a well-intentioned shield guarding you from harm. it started innocently enough, as he subtly positioned himself between you and the rowdy crowd, his protective instinct palpable.

you approached a claw machine, adorned with plush toys of all shapes and sizes, their beady eyes seemingly begging to be won. gyuvin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in determination. “ill get you a prize,” he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

his fingers deftly slipped a coin into the machine, and the claw descended with calculated precision. it hovered above a plush teddy bear, seemingly teetering on the brink of capture. with bated breath, you watched as the claw tightened its grip, only to falter at the last moment. gyuvins face contorted into a mix of frustration and determination.

“don't worry,” he reassured you, his voice tinged with determination. “ill get it next time. no plush toy can resist my skill!”

you giggled at his conviction, the corners of your lips curling into an affectionate smile. his unwavering determination was endearing, even in the face of a claw machine defeat. as he fed another coin into the machine, you marveled at the way his eyes never left the prize, his focus unyielding.

but as the night progressed, gyuvins protectiveness took on a more pronounced form. each time a stranger bumped into you, he would instinctively tense, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. he cast a watchful eye on anyone who approached, ready to intervene if he sensed any potential harm.

as you played a racing game, maneuvering through virtual landscapes with lightning speed, your boyfriend stood by your side, cheering you on with infectious enthusiasm. “youve got this!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pride. “show them what you're made of!”

yet, even in the midst of his unwavering support, gyuvin couldn't help but fret over your well-being. he would lean in close, his words filled with concern. “be careful on those sharp turns, love. i don't want you to hurt yourself.”

you found his overprotectiveness endearing. his genuine concern for your safety and happiness was a testament of his love. it wasn't about doubting your abilities, but rather an overwhelming desire to shield you from any potential harm, no matter how trivial.

as the night drew to a close, you found yourselves in front of a multiplayer game. it was a shooting game, where players donned virtual reality headsets and battled enemies in a thrilling sci-fi universe. gyuvin, ever the knight in shining armor, insisted on being your partner.

he held your hand tightly as you both entered the virtual realm, the weight of the headsets creating an immersive world around you. together, you fought side by side, taking down hordes of virtual enemies with unmatched teamwork and precision.

in this alternate reality, his protectiveness took on a new meaning. he covered your back, alerting you to incoming threats and shielding you from virtual harm. he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos.

“you're doing amazing, love,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sounds of gunfire. “ive got you. no one can touch you while im here.”

as the last enemy fell, you both removed your headsets, the virtual world fading away to reveal the dimly lit arcade once more. gyuvins eyes met yours, a softness in his gaze that melted your heart. “thank you for being by my side, gyuvin,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

he smiled, his love shining through his eyes. “always, my love. ill protect you in the arcade and beyond. youre my greatest treasure.”

// 박 gunwook.

the cerulean hues of the sun-kissed sky, the swimming pool gleamed like a sapphire gem nestled in the embrace of a lush, vibrant garden. tropical flora swayed gently in the balmy breeze, casting playful shadows upon the glistening waters. you stood at the pools edge, the cool tiles soothing beneath your bare feet. your boyfriend, gunwook, exuded an aura of gentle strength, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over you.

as you dipped your toes into the pool, a mischievous grin spread across your face. gunwook couldn't resist the opportunity to join you. with a joyful leap, he cannonballed into the water, causing a cascade of sparkling droplets to dance around him. emerging from the depths, he shook his hair, sending water droplets flying like tiny diamonds in the sunlit air.

“hey there, fearless water nymph,” he chuckled, his eyes warm with adoration. “you ready to dive into some aquatic adventures?”

“oh, absolutely,” you replied, mirroring his infectious enthusiasm. “ive been looking forward to this all week!”

gunwook couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you wade into the water with a carefree spirit. as you ventured deeper, he swam alongside you, ensuring you were safe at every step.

“don't go too far, okay?” he said, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “don't worry, gunwook. ive got this! im an excellent swimmer, you know.” his eyes sparkled with tenderness. “i know you are, but you can never be too careful. besides, i just want to make sure you're always within my reach.”

with every stroke, he swam closer, keeping a watchful eye on you. it wasn't that he didn't trust your abilities; it was simply his nature to be protective. his heart swelled with love and admiration for you, and he couldn't help but feel a primal urge to shield you from any harm that might dare approach.

as you ventured toward the deeper end of the pool, the water embraced you like a second skin, its gentle caress sending shivers of delight up your spine. gunwook, ever the watchful guardian, kept pace, making sure the depths didn't overwhelm you.

“gunwook, i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, flashing a cheeky grin. “you don't have to worry so much!”

“i just can't help it, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice soft, yet earnest. The sweetness of his words tugged at your heartstrings, making you feel cherished and protected. It was a precious feeling, knowing someone cared for you so deeply.

as the sun reached its zenith, the pool became a haven of playful splashes and laughter. you and your boyfriend engaged in water battles, each splash and giggle echoing through the vibrant scenery.

but as the day wore on, you noticed a small shadow of fatigue tugging at gunwooks features. concerned, you swam up to him. “hey, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

he nodded, managing a tired smile. “im fine, just a little exhausted. but seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

in that moment, you understood the depth of his love and devotion. he was there for you, supporting and protecting, even when he felt drained himself.

“lets take a break,” you suggested. “we can relax on the poolside, enjoy the sun, and maybe ill even give you a nice massage.”

his eyes brightened at the prospect, and you swam back to the pool's edge, both of you basking in the tranquil oasis you had created together.

as you reclined on the sun-drenched tiles, gunwook by your side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unintentional overprotectiveness. sometimes it might seem like hes too much, but he just loves you.

// 한 yujin.

as the sun rose on a warm summer morning, painting the skies in shades of pink and gold, you and yujin walked hand in hand towards the school, your backpacks slung over your shoulders, and hearts beating in sync. the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the promise of new adventures.

“yujin, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it?” you remarked, your eyes sparkling with delight.

“indeed it is, angel," yujin replied, his gaze never leaving you, a smile playing on his lips. “but let me walk on the side closer to the road, just to make sure you're safe.”

you giggled at his protectiveness, “oh, you worry too much! ill be fine.”

as you reached the school gates, your boyfriends overprotective nature seemed to intensify. he carefully scanned the surroundings, making sure there were no potential hazards in your path.

“yujin, seriously, ive been coming to this school for years. i know my way around,” you teased, trying to ease his worries.

“i know, i know,” he chuckled, “but i just want to keep you safe. its like a reflex.”

inside the school, the atmosphere was abuzz with energy and excitement. students hurried to their classes, and laughter reverberated through the hallways. yujins eyes darted from person to person, ever-watchful.

“have you ever considered being a personal bodyguard?” you giggled, leaning closer to him. “you seem quite skilled at looking out for people.”

yujins cheeks flushed slightly, “well, i guess i just care about you a lot.”

as the day progressed, you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend seemed to be on high alert at all times. whenever someone came too close or even looked in your direction for a little longer than usual, he'd instinctively step forward, shielding you from their view.

in the cafeteria, he diligently checked the labels on the food to ensure you wouldn't accidentally eat something you were allergic to. during class, he discreetly passed you a sweater when he noticed you shivering, even though the weather was warm outside.

the schools garden was your favorite spot, a hidden paradise where natures beauty embraced you. yujins protective nature reached its peak here. he carefully brushed away any stray flowers from the bench before letting you sit, worried that they might be uncomfortable. he even stood between you and a playful squirrel, fearing it might bite.

“yujin, the squirrel is just curious, it won't hurt me,” you said, giggling at his antics.

“i know, but id rather be safe than sorry,” he replied with a sheepish grin.

time seemed to fly in each other's company, and as the sun began its descent, you both strolled back towards the school gates. yujins steps were a tad slower, his eyes heavy with a mix of fatigue and contentment.

“thank you for taking care of me all day, yujin. you really are my knight in shining armor," you said with a soft laugh.

he blushed, his heart swelling with love, “ill always be here to protect you, no matter what. its just in my nature.”

© gvnvks 2023. do not copy or translate any of my works.

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love?Love. (part 4)

Andy Barber x Reader

warnings-kind of a slow, filler chapter, nothing much happens but its important to thee plot ig WHATEVER.

Paralyzed.

Y/n was paralyzed in her place.

"Hello? Please move out of the way," Laurie pushes her way through her, "who even are you?" She grimaces.

Unable to answer the woman with the mountain-sized lump in her throat and the squeezing of her heart, y/n runs out of the house.

Girl grief is ugly. There is no smoking-out-the-balcony-in-just-her-panties or the sexy-dancing-in-her-bedroom-while-planning-revenge. No, the movies had gotten it all wrong.

Girl grief consists of puffy eyes, a bloated face, runny nose, ugly thoughts and very unkind assumptions about one's own self.

you're so stupid, so so so so so stupid!

look at yourself, she cries in front of her bathroom mirror, you're so ugly.

she pinches the extra mass on her stomach, how did you even assume you meant something to him?

She excuses herself from dinner, "im not hungry,mom!" while clutching her chest and sobbing into the pillow.

he had a wife the entire time. Of course he did! He would never ever go for me! Laurie is so skinny, she's porcelain, so perfect. I don't compare! I can't compare to her! she's her and I'm ME.

she lies in her bed awake the entire night, playing those moments with Andy over and over again, trying to find solace in the warm memories.

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Back at The Barber's residence

"Laurie?" Andy's eyes widen in surprise and concern for y/n, "What are you doing here? Where's y/n?"

"y/n huh? Is that the name of the girl you were plannin on fucking tonight?" Laurie's voice is filled with malice and contempt.

Andy's fists clench at the way his ex describes y/n, "One,that's none of your business and two, she's not just some girl who I wanted to fuck."

"Jesus, Andrew," Laurie gives him a vicious smile, "You're going to fight with your wife over some dumb piece of ass?"

This fucking did it for Andy, As he lurches forward and grabs her wrist "I dare you, fucking say that again."

Laurie snatches her hand from his tight grasp, "Whatever," she rubs her wrist, "i don't give a fuck about her, I'm here to see my son."

"He's in his fucking room," Andy gives her a sarcastic smile, "and by all means, do not make yourself comfortable in my home." With that he leaves the house, and calls y/n.

His relationship with Laurie was um……….. as diplomatic as it could be, for the sake of their son. He could barely tolerate her presence, especially after she constantly treated him like her own personal trash can, putting him through the worst, over and over again throughout the rough course of their marriage.

And still she just wouldn't go away!

fuck y/n pick up,angel

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18 missed calls and 23 (unopened)text messages later, Andy decides he can't risk losing her.

He finds a girl who despite all the horrors of life, shines like a ray of motherfucking sunshine,the only woman Andrew Barber would embarrass himself for. No way he was going to lose her, not without a fight.

So there he is. At her doorstep as he rings the doorbell.

"Yes?" A woman, Y/n's mother, he guesses, opens the door, "Mr. Barber! Welcome, welcome," she extends a warm invitation.

So this is who y/n gets her sweet soul from

"Another time, Mrs. y/l/n," Andy returns a small smile, "is y/n here?"

"Yes, yes, she's up in her room, did you need anything?"

"Yeah….uh….." Think, Andy, think, "yeah I needed her help with uhhh…. she told me that I could borrow this book from her….. it's about uhh….historic politics."

historic politics? that's the best i could come up with? HOW AM I EVEN A LAWYER

Her mother disappears upstairs for a moment, and then returns with a tight lipped and disappointed smile, "I'm sorry but she's feeling a little sick right now, maybe you could come back tomorrow?"

With droopy shoulders,Andy gets into his car, because going to his house was not an option,not until Laurie was out of there.

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The next morning, Y/n goes to unbelievable lengths to avoid running into Andy. Although she does receive a bouquet of sunflowers, sent anonymously, with a small handwritten letter attached to it:

"Angel, please give me a chance to explain, I promise it's not what it looks like."

that's literally the classic phrase of a cheating man, I'm not falling for it

"Come on,y/n, we both know you deserve better than being someone's mistress,"her best friend had said, "flowers will never change the fact that he has a wife."

y/n even goes as far as to tutor Jacob at her house.

Jacob is a little confused as to why y/n brought him here. " So, what happened with you and dad-"

"Nuh-uh,the only questions i will entertain are about nomenclature."

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As the night falls, y/n can't help but get a little curious about Andy.

is he doing okay? who am i kidding,he's probably unaffected.

how could he be so okay?

tears well in her eyes once again.

how could he be so okay while i can't even digest half of a toast without throwing it up!

As curiosity gets the best of her, y/n slowly peeks through the curtains in her room,getting the full view of Andy's bedroom through his unshielded window.

Damn! doesn't this man have a sense of privacy?well,shit, what else could you expect from a two timer, rich,white man.

Suddenly, Andy appears into her view, he's wearing nothing but a towel, lowly hanging from his pelvis.

His hair looked wet, framing his forehead gracefully.

His arms flexed as he took another towel and started drying his hair off.

Fuck you, Andy, you're making it really really hard for my self respect!

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Over the course of the next five days, y/n continues with her little routine of trying everything in her power to avoid Andy while more and more bouquets pile up in her room with different notes attached every day:

"take your time angel, you know I'll be waiting for you."

"i loved the way your lips felt on mine."

"angel, You're driving me crazy."

and so on.

"Why does she have to be so stubborn?"Andy grimaces as he settles down on the sofa with a beer in his hands.

"Look at you! Andrew Barber, finally at the mercy of romance." Sam, his best friend quips from beside Andy.

A few beers in, Sam's mind sparks with an idea,"I'll throw a party at my house this weekend!"

Andy rolls his eyes, "My love life is literally in the burning pits of hell and you want a party?"

"No, dumbass, I'll invite Y/n too!"

Andy sits up straight,an eager smile on his face, "YES! A party it fucking is then!"

See you soon, angel

[axxio-sriracha]

Regulus upset and slams down the book of dark magic:You brought him into my life and now I want you to bring him back. Bring him back! I have never asked you for anything. I've never asked you for spells but do this. I know you can bring him back.

Narcissa: No, dear. We won't do that.

Andromeda: We don't do that.

Regulus tearing up but angrily flipping through the pages of the book:But you can. You can do this. I know you can. I remember. I found it here when mommy and daddy died.

Narcissa: Even if we did bring him back, it wouldn't be James. It would be something else. Something dark and unnatural.

Regulus: [Starts crying, and out right begs] I don't care what he comes back as. As long he comes back. Please do this for me. Please? Please? Please? Please?

Hello! This sounds like absolute soul crushing angst, so obviously I'm very excited to write this!

(This will be angst with happy ending, and it does contain background wolfstar)

He Who Falls Shall Not Rise.

A Jegulus One-Shot

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"James Potter?" He whispered, staring at the mess of black curls in front of him, "You're Sirius' friend, right?"

The boy turned, a curious spark in his eye and glasses that slipped to the edge of his nose,

"Yes I am." His eyebrows furrowed, "You're Regulus Black." It wasn't a question.

Regulus nodded, surprised.

"Sirius told me a lot about you." He explained, looking a little embarrassed, "You have the same features."

"Oh." Regulus wasn't sure what else to say. He recognized James from pictures he found in Sirius' room the summer after he left for Hogwarts.

"Would you like to come with me to the library? I was just about to return some charms books. I could show you around?"

Regulus nodded eagerly, "That'd be great, actually. Thanks."

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Regulus shook the thoughts from his head. They were so young then, barely even aware of what was going on in the world around them.

He gave a harsh laugh, wondering what it would have been like if he'd never introduced himself to James at all.

No.

He couldn't entertain the thought. The heartbreak he could handle... but, not having James in his life? He wasn't sure he ever would have survived.

"Regulus? Are you home?" Narcissa called, her voice gentle as always. He sighed, his cousins had a habit of checking in on him nearly every day.

"I'll be down in a moment." He called, wiping the tears from his face.

He thought about Narcissa, about how content she was in her life. Her son must have been... what? One, now? The time flew by too fast to ever keep track.

"Hello." He greeted politely as he walked down the staircase, trying to keep his hands from shaking.

In truth, he'd never been more desperate in his life.

Desperation was a funny thing, it made you do things, even horrible things, that you never would have imagined yourself being a part of.

Like what he was about to do now.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, "You look pale, dear."

He nodded curtly, the letter from Remus sitting like a stone in his pocket, weighing down his every move. He'd read its contents a hundred times before he really processed it.

Sirius was in Azkaban.

James Potter was dead.

"Good morning, Reggie!" Andromeda called, flourishing herself through the door. Her voice was... not so gentle. Her words echoed loudly through the large, empty house.

There was nobody left but him.

"Good morning, Andy." He nodded back at her. He wasn't sure he could stand another second of this. The pretending. The casual greetings as though his entire world hadn't just caught fire.

"Who is this?" Andromeda asked, pointing to an old photograph on the wall. He had just added it this morning. Regulus' chest grew tight.

"Sirius' friend." He whispered.

At the mention of Sirius' name both of their heads whipped towards him. He was used to that now, the fear in their eyes, the worry.

Sirius had turned out just like Bellatrix after all.

Regulus refused to believe it, refused to believe his only brother could ever do something like that. Especially to someone like James. Everyone knew how much they loved each other, how willing Sirius would have been to die for him. How willing they both were to die for James.

Regulus' breathing felt shallow. He wished he would have been given the option.

"Regulus... are you sure you're alright?" Narcissa asked again.

"He's dead." The words left his mouth before he could stop them, "The man in the photograph. He's- He's dead."

Narcissa leaned down to get a better look. She gasped,

"It's Potter." She whispered, sharing a look with Andy, "That's the man that Sirius-'

"Stop." Regulus cut her off, tears threatening to spill over, "Please don't say it."

Narcissa didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug, she pet his hair gently, apologizing profusely for upsetting him. Andy walked past to the dining room,

"Maybe we should sit down to chat, yeah?" She offered, pulling out a chair.

He nodded and sat down with them, trying to control his breathing.

"What happened, Reggie?" Andy asked, reaching across the table to place a hand over his own.

"I-" He cleared his throat, "James is gone." He tried to explain but couldn't get his voice to work.

"Yes." Narcissa nodded sympathetically, "He is. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Andy' eyes turned curious, "I wasn't aware you two were friends."

Regulus gave a humorless laugh, "Friends." He repeated, his voice raw.

He thought back to the day he told Sirius he was in love with his best friend, and again to the day James told him he loved him too.

"Were you... more?" Narcissa asked carefully.

Regulus looked away. He knew how sensitive the topic was with his family. He'd seen it with Sirius, when he'd first confessed to being in a relationship with Remus.

"You were, weren't you?" Andy leaned back against her chair, resting her hands on top of her head, "We had no idea."

Regulus nodded, "We preferred it that way. The only people who knew were Remus and-" He broke off, not wanting to see them react to his brother's name again.

"So you and Potter... you loved each other." Narcissa held his other hand, "There's nothing wrong with that, dear."

Regulus laughed again, closing his eyes and tilting his face towards the ceiling,

"Believe me, there's plenty wrong with it, Cissy."

"Reg, It's okay. Neither of us are going to judge you for-" Andy started.

"No, it's not okay!" He exploded, pushing back from the table, "He's dead, Andy!"

They stayed silent, he could feel their shock from his outburst. He was usually the calm one.

"I-" He couldn't keep the tears from falling now, "I miss him." His voice broke on the last word and Narcissa immediately pulled him into another hug.

"Regulus, I'm so sorry." She whispered, rubbing his back.

"I don't need you to feel sorry for me." He gently pulled her hands away, "Feeling sorry won't bring him back."

Andy's expression immediately grew suspicious, "Reg..." She started. He shook his head,

"No. Please, I- I can't lose him." He turned and grabbed a book from the shelf, the one full of dark magic spells, and placed it on the table between them, "Please. I never ask you for anything. I never ask you to do these spells for me, but please-"

Narcissa understood now, shaking her head, "No, Regulus. You know we can't do that."

"Why not!" He shouted, taking a step backwards, "I love him! I- I can't just let him go. I need to do something, I need to try!"

Andy sighed, pushing the book away from them, "Reggie, it's too dangerous."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing! Please! I- I'll do anything you ask me to. I'll be in your debt for the rest of my life just please! Please open the damn book and try!"

"Regulus." Narcissa's voice was stern now, "You cannot bring him back. He's gone. I'm sorry but... he's gone."

Regulus shook his head, sliding the book back to the edge of the table and flipping through the pages blindly, "No I- I've seen you do it, I know you can do it. You have to! I- I can't live without him, please!"

Andy grabbed his hand to stop him, "Even if we do bring him back it won't be James. He'll come back as- as something else. It won't be him, Reggie."

"I don't care what he comes back as! I don't care, I don't care! I need him! I just need him back! Please just do it. I know you can do it, please just fucking bring him back!" He could feel his heart pounding, he was mere seconds away from getting on his knees and begging them to try.

"Regulus! We can't!" Narcissa shouted, her voice more upset then he'd ever heard it.

"You have to-" He started.

"But we can't." She sighed and closed the book, "I'm sorry."

Regulus let out a wordless, angry shout and threw the book against the wall, watching it hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Reg-" Andy stood up from the table. Regulus slammed his hands down, rounding on Narcissa,

"You don't want me to be happy, is that it? You're just angry that I found someone who really loves me. You're jealous that someone actually cares! You and Lucius don't love each other and we both know it-"

"Regulus!" Andy called. He ignored her,

"You're just jealous, Cissy. You could never handle the fact that Bella and I were always the favorites. You can’t handle the fact that maybe I'm not like you! Maybe I'm broken... and flawed. Maybe I'm not the perfect heir to the black family throne like you thought I was. That I was capable of finding my own fucking personality, that I chose to be with someone for love and not blood status. Maybe I was never like you. That's why you're doing this, isn't it? Because you're angry I couldn’t be that perfect kid anymore."

Tears streamed down his face, soaking the collar of his shirt. He couldn't care less, he was angry, more angry than he'd ever been before, "If you won't help me, I'll do it myself."

"Regulus, stop." A voice came from the doorway.

"Remus." He breathed, turning around to face him.

"I know you're angry. Merlin knows how angry I am. But you need to stop."

"How did you-" Regulus shook his head, "How did you find me?"

"I came to collect some of Sirius' things." He didn't seem to miss the flinching from behind Regulus at the name.

Narcissa walked across the room to pick up the book and put it away. Trying to play off her shudder.

Remus sighed, "I'm sorry. Really, I-" He looked away, "I can't imagine how much pain you're in."

Regulus walked up to him then, and for the very first time, he hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I know you loved him too."

Remus nodded, pulling away, "I do. But we can't bring him back. It's wrong, Reg. You know it is."

Andy walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I would do anything for you, Reggie. But I can't do this. I'm sorry."

He turned to face her, watching the emotions swirling on Narcissa' face, the guilt on Andy's.

"I know." He brushed away the last of his tears, "I know. I'm sorry." He looked at Narcissa, "I didn't mean it, the things I said to you... I'm really sorry."

She smiled softly at him, he could see the pain behind it still, "It's okay, Regulus. I know you're hurting right now. I promise, it will get better."

Regulus took a deep breath, "I hope so." He whispered.

Remus patted his shoulder once, walking past them to the stairs, heading for Sirius' old room.

"Remus." He called, Remus turned,

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should join us tomorrow for lunch. I think it'll do us all some good to have company."

He glanced at Andy and Narcissa, his expression was reserved, but he nodded anyways,

"Okay."

~~~♤~~~

It was a long time before Regulus' anger subsided. The grief never fully went away, he wasn't sure it ever would. But he was happy now, he was capable of feeling happy, something he didn't think he'd ever feel again.

"Can you believe Sirius was only four in this photo?" Cissy laughed, showing the old album to Remus, who watched Sirius fly around on a toy broom, knocking into things Regulus knew would get him into huge trouble for later.

Remus laughed, and the sound gave Regulus hope. One day, Sirius and Remus would be together again. He hoped he would be there to see it.

Remus checked his watch and stood, "I'm late for an order meeting, I'll see you all tomorrow?"

They nodded, waving goodbye as he made his way to the door.

He would never quite be whole again without James, but he would survive, and that was enough.

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[drevisrose]

Divine Intervention [Alastor x reader] Chapter 3

| Your POV |

“Well,” Alastor’s words jutted into your thoughts like a hot knife slicing through a cake. His stare was intense and you couldn’t tell what he was feeling with that nonchalant smile plastered on his face. You struggled to find an explanation—hell, at this point you were looking for any sound to come out of your mouth. Did you even owe him an explanation? You barely knew him, and while he had soothed your anxieties about the pressures around you, his intentions remained a mystery. What if he made a comment about it in front of your dad? Then you would be screwed over indefinitely. You hung your head so he wouldn’t be able to see the growing signs of embarrassment flushing your face.

Amidst the thoughts stammering about in your head, you hadn’t noticed how close the radio host had gotten to your face, he had leaned down towards you amidst the commotion that ensued in your heart. For a woman, you were considered tall, standing around five foot seven. Yet, this consideration meant nothing to the stature that stood before you. Intense protest continued to rage in your mind, feeling like hours but was truly only seconds, until his actions plucked you back into reality.

You felt a cold fingertip position itself under your chin, forcing you to look up at the man. Has this man never been taught the importance of respecting personal space, you mumbled in your mind. You saw his furrowed brows encroaching onto his sharp eyes as his stare cut deep into your own. In this, you had time to admire—appreciate—his features; unlike the times where you desperately tried to get away from his stare. His dark brown waves gelled into a pristine style, defined jawline matching his high cheekbones, and broad shoulders perfectly encapsulated in a well-fitting suit. A fleeting thought passed through your mind at a wildly inappropriate time.

If looks could kill, he would be a goddamn murderer.

You could have sworn you saw him raise his brow once it crossed your mind.

“I am waiting for an answer.” His words not only conveyed impatience—the emotions that accompanied them told you that your time was running out. Sheepishly, you opened your mouth as you took a step away from him. “I-I can explain…” He let out a sigh of frustration, “Yes, that is what I was looking for, darling.” The last word seemed to roll off of his tongue like a whip, snapping at you in its last moments, painfully. With that, you began an assault on his ears, words flowing out of your mouth like a broken dam. “Well, I mean, I told you I have a lot hanging on the line to act and l-look, a certain way. This morning I burnt myself with my curling iron, and I can assure you that the mark is simply that, I haven’t even been—.” Stopping yourself from saying something scandalous, you reconfigurated the words coming out of your lips, “Would anyone believe me though?” You let out a dry laugh, yet his stare continued to burn into your soul. You know that he was looking for more and your chuckle did nothing to calm the situation.

“And u-uhm, well, my father didn’t want you, well me, sitting next to you. He doesn’t think—he believes that the way they see me reflects poorly on him” You felt your mind racing a thousand miles a minute as his brows furrowed further; was that even possible? “I have nothing against you, I’ve heard your shows a handful of times and I enjoy—I really do like them, you have a fine taste in music and topics. H-he on the other hand…”

With that, Alastor's demeanor shifted from the stern, almost parental tone of a lecture to something more subtle—an undercurrent of concern, though his smug smile remained firmly in place. What unsettled you most wasn’t just the ever-present grin, but the heavy silence that followed your words. It was so thick you could practically hear the dust settling. Every tiny sound—the distant hum of the congregation, the wind blowing through the small window—felt amplified in the stillness, only adding to the discomfort that clung to the air like a weight you couldn’t shake.

That was until the radio host spoke up. “You know dear, you should really work on conveying your words with certainty.” Huh? Did you hear that correctly, or were you just slipping into a further insanity in this life of yours? He continued to speak, looking down upon you. “No one will take you seriously if you speak so, may I say, sheepishly.” You were dumbfounded, completely and utterly lost in his reaction to it all. Is this seriously what he took from your emotional spillover? Your mouth sat slightly agape in response to his words, brows in a deep concentration, examining if you had missed a crucial part of this conversation.

Alastors lips opened again, “Well, dear, you really should be heading back to the peanut gallery,” he said, letting out a soft chuckle at his own words. “Wouldn't want your reputation to be called into question, now, would we?” He was right—your bathroom escapades for a quick smoke have never lasted this long. Yet, you hesitated, feeling no resolution from this entire conversation, you couldn’t just leave this uncertainty hanging in the air. So, you spoke up. “W-what about…” you were reminded of his words, speak clearly, you thought to yourself. “I need to know you will keep this to yourself.” Never in your life had you commanded a discussion like this, but it felt right in the moment, you truly could not have this getting out to anyone, especially your father.

“Consider this a favour of sorts. I will help you now, and you can assist me at a later point.” He outstretched his hand, gesturing for a handshake. “Do we have a deal?” Your stomach twisted and churned at the sight of his watchful eyes, half-lidded as he stared down at you with a toothy smile. Why in the lord’s name would he want your help? Nevermind that, why would he even care to do this for you? You gulped as your throat ran dry amidst the tension of it all. Yes, you did have a bad feeling about this all, but you also truly did not have the time to contemplate this. Outstretching your palm, you laced your fingers around his hand—fingertips completely cold to the touch, so much larger than your own. It felt as if a twinge of static crackled through the handshake, a mild shock that made you flinch as Alastor jovially gripped your hand, his strength far surpassing your own. Despite his steady clutch on your hand, you mustered up the courage to pull away rather quickly, your palm feeling sore from the interaction. Walking past him, your shoulder grazed his arm as you darted out the door and back upstairs, feeling that same tinge of electricity shock you in the brief moment of touch.

The service wrapped up far too quickly but maybe it was the chaos in your mind that made time feel so fleeting. After all these years spent within the church—raised in its traditions since the moment you were born—you still found yourself uncertain of God’s existence. Yet, for the remainder of the service, you prayed desperately to whatever force might be listening, pleading for protection from the consequences of your actions here on out.

Alastor had returned to the pews shortly after you had. He sat in the same row as you, but farther away from you this time. Maybe he was really trying to look out for you. You tensed as the thought passed your mind, reminding yourself of how horribly this could end for you.

| Alastor’s POV |

Another day, another deal with a poor, unsuspecting soul.

Truthfully, he did not expect to find so much fun in this place. He was no closer to completing his initial mission, yet, he did not mind—given the entertainment your flustered attitude and secrets were providing him. Oh, how beautifully tragic it all was; an innocent young thing, so afraid of the world around her, trying desperately to hide her sacreligious actions from the prying eyes around her. In a way, Y/n almost reminded him of himself, except he no longer experienced the kind of fear that he witnessed in the girl. The kind of fear that courses through every vein, making the blood boil and sending the senses racing toward the heart, leaving the mind behind. It was rather nice to see it in action, rather than witnessing it during the last moments of his victims’ lives.

I stood up from the pews as soon as that man’s pesky preach came to an end. This time, I would approach him before he could get to me—asserting my dominance, as some would say. I could sense he was no fan of me from the moment his eyes found my presence, however, it was even more riveting to hear from his daughter how much disdain he had for me.

Let’s push on those buttons, shall we?

I walked up confidently to him as he ascended down the stairs in front of the pulpit, clearing my throat as I extended my hand to greet him. Ah, it was so pleasant to watch his demeanour switch; from a collected calm to a wide-eyed suspicion as he met my eyes. “Lovely service, Bill.” My hand met his own, giving him an assertive shake as I stared deeply into soul, wiping my hand on the back of my suit jacket as the soonest possible moment. “I appreciated the parable of the three pots, you know, my father was a religious man and I’ve been meaning to find my place in the church for quite some time now.” I lied straight through my teeth, but I was going to make my way into this community one way or another. Once they could trust me I could use it all to my advantage.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t have guessed a man of your profession had the time to care for the holy word,” Bill snapped at me. Well, he seemed to have more common sense than I thought. I continued to grin down to his level, “I have long neglected it, but it is never too late to become involved again, isn’t that right, Bill?” I could feel his seething condescension radiate from his demeanour, but he wouldn’t dare to act so recklessly with the eyes watching each of our moves.

I quipped towards him, “Perhaps I could somehow help around here, give back to the community in a way while I navigate my faith.” I made sure we were within earshot of the congregation, determined that they would know me as the kind-hearted soul I presented myself to be—before he had the chance to shape their impression. Not only was I going to get closer to his dearest daughter, but build their trust along the way as I eventually got to my victim. He couldn’t deny, obviously, and I beat him at his own game.

After all, I will always be the one in control.

I bid him a farewell, making my way towards introducing myself to the people watching us, letting them know that I would be working alongside them in the coming week. Humble, respectful, charming. I could basically see the women swooning in the wake of my tracks—this was all too easy. Stepping out of the double doored entrance, I saw y/n standing against the large tree that shadowed the stairs of the church, arms crossed in deep thought. My oh my, what an innocent thing I cannot wait to enrapture in my doings.

[sniigura-archive]

come see inside my heart (1)

spencer reid x fem! reader

Summary: You’re rehabilitated! You swear on it! So, when a serial killer turns up, with the same killing method as you, it threatens everything you have worked not-so hard for.

tw/cw: CANON TYPICAL VOILENCE AND THEMES! This chapter is mild but! Further chapters will deal with mature topics, read at your own risk! I am not responsible for you guys. I take no critism btw

Read on AO3 for better formatting + tagging. Enjoy.

This isn’t Spencer´s scene. He knew it, his team knew it, and so did the woman and men who approached him. A successful caught criminal means a night out at a bar, or club in this scenario. Usually he could handle it, the people, the sounds, the overstimulation of his senses.

Sadly, today was a bad day, where everything was just a bit too much. So he excused himself to the restrooms, but he just ended up going through the back door, into an alley. It was dirty, with trash everywhere, but it was better then being inside right now. Spencer planned to be alone, for like 10 minutes to recharge and try again.

But, well, he wasn’t alone. A girl was crouching on the floor. Her arms over her knees, hiding away her face.

“I’m sorry… are you in need of assistance? Are you hurt?” Spencer carefully asked.

The girl lifted her head up, looking right at him with cold eyes. He wishes she was just looking at him, it felt like he was being looked right into. She was unraveling him, simply with her eyes. His soul was laid bare before her.

“…No, sorry if I scared you. I’m just trying to recharge my social battery.” Her hands rubbed over her forehead. She still made no move to get up.

Spencer carefully nodded, a small voice told him if he said the wrong thing, or made the wrong move that she would leave. He doesn’t want her to leave.

“I can relate to that, that’s why I also came out here.” Spencer said, he then tried to casually lean against the wall behind him. Once he came in contact with the wall, he felt it crumble under him. He quickly pulled away and wiped away the dirt from his cardigan.

And even though Spencer hates dirt, and he knows he will have to bleach his clothes and himself once he get’s home, he thinks it’s worth it. Simply because you giggled at him. He looked at you, still on the ground, but your lips were pulled into a grin. He couldn’t help but smile at you back.

“I thought you looked like a smart guy, guess I was wrong.” Your tone was teasing, and the playful insult causes him to blush in embarrassment.

“Yeah, well…Uhmm…Yeah..” And usually Spencer was quick with his words, his brain constantly on overdrive. And he could easily come up with some witty respond. His problem right now? The intense eye contact you guys held. Spencers only salvation was looking away. He took a deep breath and finally spoke,

“Well, actually I have three Phds and an IQ of 187. You tell me if that makes me an smart guy.”

“Three? Dude, how old are you?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“24.” At his answer you looked even more shocked, “Do I look that old?” He tried to tease you.

“No! No, its just I am 26 and I am not even close to three Phds, or an IQ of 187. I’m kind of envying you right now.” You slowly stood up, shaking out your legs.

“I also have eidetic memory.” You looked at him with confusion, “It’s, uh, commonly known as an photographic memory.”

“Now you’re just bragging. But being able to remember everything? That’s something I don’t envy. I love my mind for being able to repress things.”

“It’s true, it’s not always…easy. It’s very practical though in my line of work.” Spencer shifted from one leg to the other. Speaking to people wasn’t his forte, especially ones in his age rage who he was attracted to.

“Oh? What’s your occupation?” You tilted your head slightly to the side, looking him up and down.

“I work for the FBI, in the, uh, Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Spencer cleared his throat, trying to shake off his nervousness. He can talk to serial killers, but one pretty girl leaves him speechless.

“Wow! A doctor and agent? You are really an high achiever.” Spencer laughed slightly at your words, “Yeah, my name is Spencer Reid, by the way.”

You told him your name and stretched out your hands towards him. “Uhm, actually, did you know its safer to kiss then to shake hands? Yeah! It’s because of the-“

“Well, let’s kiss then.” You giggled at his stuttering, and the blush coating his cheeks and ears, “I’m just kidding! Unless..” Tip toeing towards him, you leaned your shoulder against the wall, looking right at Spencers side profile. He turned his head towards you, not wanting to miss a secound of looking at you.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands were starting to sweat.

“Can I have your number?” Spencer helplessly blurred out. Hopefully you were as interested in him as he was in you.

“Ah, I don’t think you will actually like me..” You trailed off, but still smiled at him.

“Why? You can’t know that.”

“Hmm, I do know, sadly. I’m not really…a good person, you know? I’m probably on some kind of watchlist.” You looked away from him, your finger was playing around with your lips.

“No way! I don’t believe you.” Spencer tried to convince you otherwise. In his head, he knew that this was a warn sign from you. Either you suffered from low self esteem, were not interested in him and tried to shake him off, or you were telling the truth. Please, be a liar. “What terrible thing did you commit?”

You hummed, your face losing its smile and you spoke in a whisper, “I’m a serial killer.”

Spencer’s blood ran cold at your words, he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. But his question was quickly answered, because you started laughing, “You should have seen your face! For legal reasons I was joking, obviously.” You bumped your shoulder against his and made your way back to the door. “Bye bye, doctor Reid, you might get my number the next time we meet.” And with that you disappeared inside.

His saving grace was Morgan calling him, asking if he fell down the toilet or something. Spencer hurried back inside, the whole night he didn’t see your face again.

___

You always meet someone twice. Spencer could curse whoever came up with that phrase, but well. He also cursed himself. Wishing to meet the pretty stranger from last week shouldn’t be too much to ask for. But, with his bad luck, it is apparently.

Spencer got what he asked for, he met you again. Sadly, under bad circumstances. While he daydreamed about sitting across from you at a dinner, he didn’t really expect to see you sitting in the interrogation room at the DC police station. While he could see you through the glass, you weren’t able to see him.

Hotch and Gideon stood beside Spencer, looking into the room, studying you, “She won’t crack, she didn’t when she was 16 and she sure won’t now at 26.” Gideon said into the silent room, Hotch nodded his head.

“We still have to try, we have no other choice.” Hotch replied in his usual even tone.

Gideon looked at the file in his hand, he then made his way inside to you. He sat himself across from you and sighed, “Weren’t you supposed to keep out of trouble?”

“…I do.” Your voice was stable, your hand was playing around with your handcuff.

“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t look like that to me.” With that Gideon opened the file and put the pictures of the crime scenes on the table. Only catching a glimpse of the content of the pictures, you turn your head away to the wall. Spencer was able to catch you grimacing.

“Yikes, want me to pass out?”

“There is no blood in those pictures. Take a look at them.”

Slowly, you turned your head back towards Gideon, avoiding looking at the table. With a deep sigh you looked at the pictures, Your brows were furrowed, studying the pictures, or more like trying to, because after a few seconds you started gagging and quickly turned them around, so you didn’t have to see them again.

“What the hell does this have to do with me?”

The pictures weren’t even gruesome, for the standard of the FBI. It were simple corpses, no guts, blood, or even visible bruises.

“Where were you last Tuesday, from 8PM to 11PM?”

“…I was at home?”

“You have any witnesses?”

“Yeah, actually. We have cameras all around and inside the house. My car and phone are also both being constantly tracked. Don’t worry, Jason, I can’t make a step without everyone knowing.” And with that you leaned against your chair, your arms crossed across your chest. You were shutting down.

Gideon noticed this and got up, knowing this was as much as he could get. He joined the other men on the other side of the glass.

The team was depriving with the police department, on what next steps they should take.

“The Heart, known for his obsession with blood. It is actually an unsolved case in the FBI, the Heart was active from 2010 to 2013 and seemingly stopped his killing abruptly. The profile which was established back then was of a white male, in his 20’s to early 30’s, someone who was charismatic and worked in the medical field. What’s really interesting about this case is the time frame, or more like the time in which the kills committed. Usually, serial killers evolve, the time between kills becomes less and less, the need for a high rising. With this one here, the time frame between the kills becomes more, as if the killer is seemingly lost interest.” Spencer rambled on.

“That’s great and all, but what does this have to do with the girl we took into custody? I know her Daddy, and I’m afraid he will come in here raise Hell soon. Do we even have any evidence.” A random police officer called into the room.

“We are aware that our current custodee seems innocent, but we have reasons to believe that she is in fact the Heart killer. We just…weren’t able to prosecute her. This may change now. We can hold someone in custody without evidence for 48 hours, I advise that was use the time wisely.” Aaron said, establishing dominance. The team was aware that the police officers were antsy, convincing them to take you into custody was hard enough.

Their job was just about to become harder, because two men entered the police department.

“Tell me a good reason on why I shouldn’t sue you and your whole bloodline.” One of the men spoke angrily.

“Sir, do you know where your daughter was last Tuesday from 8PM to 11PM?” Gideon calmly asked the upset father, “She claims to have been at home. Can you support that statement?”

“I don’t have to, we have cameras at our hose. We can check right now, if you want to. The video files are uploaded to our cloud.” The father carefully phrased, not wanting to incriminate his daughter any further. He made eye contact with the other man, a lawyer, who nodded his head.

This was a quick process, the video files were send to Garcia and she checked for any kind of manipulation.

“Well, depending on who hears this, it’s either good or bad news. The alibi is waterproof, no! It’s bulletproof. Not even for last Tuesday, but for all the murder times. On the day she wasn’t home, you can easily track her to the campus library, where they have video surveillance. So, yeah, not our guy…gal.”

“Thanks, Garcia.” With that Hotch ended the phone call. He looked at the projection of you in your home in one video, in the next it’s set in the library. He really hoped this would be an easy wrap up.

“What if she has a partner?” Morgan threw into the room, wanting to nothing more then to send you away for life.

“No. She keeps to herself and seems to be introverted.” Hotch answered. “We have no other choice but to let her go. Reid, release her. This doesn’t mean we won’t keep an eye on her, of course.” With these words Hotch left the room, probably sharing the news with the other law enforcement members.

Spencer made his way to you, keys in his hand. He opened the door, and took his time studying you without the glass separating you both. It was the middle of the night, you simply wore a tank top and shorts, sleep wear. Across your legs and arms were countless bruises, some old and some new. Scars lined your skin, some on your neck, those were small and delicate. Others were an your arm, your wrists, your thighs. Of course, the mandatory knee scars from being a kid weren’t missing. And Spencer would nearly miss it, if he wasn’t painfully familiar with them.

Small, circular scars on your arm. Old track marks. They were scarred over and there was no bruising, a good sign.

You didn’t bother looking at who came through the door, your house being raided in the middle of the night kinda ruined your mood. All you want to do is sleep. For once in your life, you were innocent!

Spencer walked towards you, he then carefully unlocked your handcuffs. Looking up, you saw the cute guy from the club. You kinda missed him.

“I didn’t do it.” You quickly said, not knowing what else to do.

“…I know.” Spencer spoke quietly, your alibi saved you. “The, ah, victimology doesn’t fit at all, the Heart killed at random while this one, while using the same killing method, has a specific victim type.”

“Yeah, girls who look like me. Just because I’m squeamish as hell, doesn’t mean I can’t make the obvious connection.”

This is embarrassing for Spencer, because truthfully, he didn’t make the connection. Yet. Maybe he should look for a different career path. Once your hand was free, you massaged your temples. You left the room and walked into the police station, the officers looked uncomfortable. Spencer followed you.

“…It might be a copycat. The killing methods and Victimology suggest that it’s an obsessive fan. Have you noticed anyone following you recently? Or a constant feeling of being watched?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask you, any information is good information. And any attention from you is good attention.

You turned towards Spencer, looking up at him. He could feel the anger radiating off you.

“Or, unpopular opinion, I also didn’t commit the first murders and it’s the true killer returning. Ever thought of that, Phd boy? I was just accused of murder back then! Without any evidence! Why is there no evidence? Because I’m innocent! Just because your fucking senior over there used his what? Magic super powers of reading fucking body language? Get fucked, honestly.” You turned away from Spencer completely, choosing to only look at your father.

“We are…Sorry for the inconvenience, the profile just fit and we didn’t think it through. Life’s are at stake here, and you did commit a murder.” Hotch tried to defuse the tense atmosphere, the team knew that the police officers were very sceptical towards the BAU. This could ruin any relationship and progress they made.

“You call it murder, the Judge and I call it self defense. Agree to disagree, I guess? Or are you salty that you weren’t able to catch the phedophillic serial rapist back then? Sorry that I killed him when he attacked me, next time I will remember to just not defend myself, asshole.”

Your father put a hand on your shoulder, a signal to stop. Your lawyer thankfully didn’t look stressed out, so you didn’t say anything too incriminating. Crossing your hands over your chest, you decided to shut up for the rest of your stay here.

“We would love to help you, Agent. We truly do, but if this is all we would like to leave now.” Your father carefully said. Innocent until proven otherwise.

There is not much Hotch could do, since it was now clear that you were not behind the murders. He nodded his head, “Of course, once again we are sorry for the intrusion.”

With that you once again leave Spencer behind. How inappropriate would it have been to ask you for your number?

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at work:

So, I have a couple of…catch phrases? Things I say often in standard conversations, either to get a laugh or set the tone for any further interaction.

1) Nothings on fire, no one died. (Literally had a fire break out on a job site while I was in construction, gas installation so it honestly could have blown the entire house The Fuck Up but honestly whe cares about a rose bush a few irises, and a separate incident where one of my plumbers had a massive heart attack on the job site…) so when I honestly say, nothing is on fire and no one died, it’s a good day, I really actually mean it, even though it’s a funny quip

2) There was no blood or broken glass. (I’ve been in exactly two car accidents that were legitimately bad. Plenty of fender benders that I have been the cause of, but only two actual accidents where there paramedics were called. Both times I was sitting in the passenger seat and got t boned by the oncoming car…on the passenger side. I’m legit lucky as fuck that I never broke a bone…) so when I say there was no blood or broken glass, I’m legit thankful for the fact that no one needs stitches or an ambulance. Even though it’s a funny quip.

3) I’m here, I’m clean, I’m caffeinated, that’s all you get. (Depression is real, I fucking hate having to need two jobs. I like both of them, but the ONE DAY OFF I get to myself it’s just spent catatonic in bed, my house is a disaster, I am very much not okay despite continuing to function in modern society…) so when I say you’re welcome for doing the bare minimum of care, you really should be grateful that I even did the bare minimum, because I guarantee you, I Absolutely Did Not Want To. I half assed the absolute shit out of self care, so it’s not just “your welcome that I’m clean” it’s more like your welcome that I let the electric toothbrush run through its full setting, that I actually washed my hair today, put deodorant on, and deliberately washed my bras so that I could pick a clean one this morning. The time I used to spend putting on makeup is now my “mental prep for work lay down session” and it’s literally just getting up at the exact same time but laying back down after my shower instead of being excited about putting on my corporate war paint.

I’m tired in my very soul and I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m really good at finding joy in small things, little moments, good pranks, but I just can’t find MYSELF right now and it’s frustrating because I haven’t had any good prank ideas.

I feel like I got dropped off of a ship or pier or something, with financial responsibility being my concrete galoshes, and ever time someone in my friend group wants to contact me I’m crippled by how bad my house looks, I’m too embarrassed by my living room, to say yes.

I know I need to, I know I need to reach out. I just need to find the right words.

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

4

A grin spread across the freckled man's face as he met your shocked gaze.

"No way, F/N what are you doing here?!" he stepped further into the house, "wait...what are you doing here?"

The woman accompanying him shyly gripped his coat and hid. You imagined she was embarrassed from getting caught sneaking around. She was petite but curvy with a flawless tan complexion. You actually felt she complimented Ace perfectly.

"I'm not sure of that myself." You replied pushing yourself away from the counter.

"We're just here talking, yoi." Marco added.

"Seems like sneaking around." the raven accused.

You snorted shaking your head.

"Look who's talking," Marco muttered.

"Hey! At least I'm with my match." Ace gestured toward the empty space next to him.

Whirling around he found her huddled against his back.

"By the way, this is Al, my fiancé." he tugged her forward, "This is F/N and well, you know Marco."

Brushing her dark brown hair from her face and raising her chestnut gaze, a small smile ghosting her heart-shaped lips, she reached for your hand.

"They talk about you a lot."

"All good things I'm sure," you smirked shaking her hand, "this really isn't whatever it looks like. Nice to meet you and sorry for ruining your plans Freckles. I gotta get outta here."

"Wait!" Marco called following you to the back door, "we weren't done talking."

"Weren't we?" you snorted turning, "this is none of my business."

"Why'd you even come, yoi?" he took you by the wrist, the pleading look on his face was damn near soul-crushing.

"Because... I'm weak and stupid." you pried his fingers away and swung the door open.

"Stupid stupid stupid," you muttered throwing yourself into the car and quickly turning the ignition.

Marco remained at the back-door arms crossed over his chest, watching you peel out of the gravel circle drive. What the hell did you think was going to happen? After all this time had passed you'd finally made two steps forward only to immediately take five steps back. To top it with having Ace walk in on you, even though nothing was happening, given your history it couldn't have looked right.

F/N, you colossal idiot.

A relieved sigh left your lips as you pulled into the parking garage to find Law's car still gone from its assigned place. You just wanted to head upstairs and go to bed.

It was just after 5 AM when you crawled back into your blankets still wearing the shirt you'd left the house in. Just as you got settled your phone went off on the nightstand.

MN: please pick a time when we can continue this conversation.

Me: there is no time. Talk to your brothers about this.

Me: I just can't do it.

MN: they think I should just go with it. its a lot of red tape to get through for a divorce.

MN: but proving infidelity would give me a strong case

Me: you know when that kid comes out with your pineapple head you're gonna feel real bad about all of this

MN: you're not funny

Me: I'm not trying to be

Me: now if you'll excuse me I have a previous engagement with my pillows

MN: good night

What a frustrating man. The only thing you could do was prove his infidelity, had he forgotten about that? You certainly hadn't. Your mind drifted to the last night you'd spent with Marco, thrown over your desk in one last fit of passion. His desperate kisses, the way he said your name, the tingling heat of his touch on bare skin, it made your insides squeeze.

Before you could act on any memory fueled naughty thoughts a quick knock rattled your bedroom door.

"F/N-ya," Law called softly, "May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah it's open." You sat up.

The door slowly opened, immediately you noticed his shirt – it was a light blue with a bunny in an anime style on the front. Your gaze trailed up to his face, exhausted circles lined his eyes as usual but this time darker calling attention to how red and irritated they looked.

Had he been crying?

Surely it was just a side effect of being sleep deprived, he'd just worked a twenty-hour hour shift after all. Law quietly stepped into the room and took a seat at the foot of your bed.

"You weren't wearing that yesterday, were you? I think I'd remember if you were walking around in that otaku shirt." you tried to joke feeling some tension begin to mount.

"I had to borrow it from a co-worker." he replied tugging at the material, "A bad accident came through the emergency room and they bled through my scrubs."

"We should soak them."

"I threw them away." he ran both hands over his face lying back on your bed.

Sitting forward and crossing your legs you reached forward and gently combed through his hair.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There are a lot of things I'm prepared for," he spoke into his palms, "this ... this kid had been ejected through the windshield. I don't normally do pediatrics, but you know, we were short staffed and so many people were involved it was sort of an 'all-hands-on-deck' situation."

Listening to the stress in his voice as he kept his face covered you continued to stroke his messy hair hoping that somehow would bring him some comfort.

"She was a mess, it was hard to tell what was missing if anything," He paused, "and so much time had already passed." 

You had a feeling you knew where this was going and scooted down to lie beside him. He remained quiet listening to you shift in the bed.

There was a reason he didn't work in the children's wing of the hospital, unbeknownst to you. This poor girl's injuries were mostly preventable, and her parents would get to live with the guilt of not making sure she was buckled into her seat. It just didn't seem fair that she had to pay for it and that pissed him off.

Finally, his hands slipped away from his tired seemingly emotionless face, silver eyes swayed in your direction before he rolled into your side. It was normal to seek comfort in your partner, right?

You stiffly moved to accommodate him in your arms.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Let's just try to sleep." you rubbed soothing circles over his back.

Law's arms coiled around you as he buried his face in your shoulder and sighed.

Something was off.

This scent lingering on your shirt and hair, it was familiar, but he knew it wasn't yours.

"F/N, where have you been?" 

[behindthesoul]

Seasonal Flames - Spring

Shang Tsung x Quan Chi

Masterlist

Summary -

Quan Chi’s eyes bore into Shang’s skull, his intense eye contact making his spouse glance away.

“My soul was yours the moment you looked in my eyes.”

Word Count - 2496

Warnings - none, for now

A/N - this is an A/U based on a song I enjoy :)

Outworld is known to be a place with great wealth, beauty, and knowledge. Its rich history dates back eons. Outworld's capital, Sun Do, is perhaps the most serene place in all the realms. Home to the golden palace that housed Empress Sindel and her daughters, Mileena and Kitana, Sun Do glows with unmatched elegance. One couldn't forget that with Outworld's beauty, comes the pain and suffering of those not fortunate enough to catch the eyes of the Empress herself. Sun Do rests on the backs of citizens who were forced to sculpt every statue, lay every tile, and sew every expensive garment, all while eating scraps and wearing tattered clothes. Shunned by the rich and wealthy, Outworld's poor were scattered along the outskirts of the realm, hidden from outsiders so they wouldn't embarrass the royal family and tarnish the realm's gorgeous reputation.

Outworld’s spring arrives in one such outskirt in unwanted fashion; a thunderstorm cascades upon the timeworn streets of the weathered town, its cobblestones glistening under the heavy rain and tears of the unhoused. Each drop, a melancholic sonnet, whispers secrets of forgotten villagers, only to be drowned out by the rumbling growl of thunder. Here, time dances to the rhythm of the dark weather, a symphony of nature's lament. The town’s insignificant population breathes as a collective – inhabitants all seek refuge from the thunder's booming cadence, retreating into the safety of their homes like ships seeking harbor in the storm. The streets lie deserted, abandoned by the hustle and bustle of daily life. Grumbles come from many homes; angry, the weather forces them to discard the day’s work, further exhausting what little funds they have.

Many houses are dark, the villagers seeing no use in wasting candle wax and firewood – instead using the opportunity to catch up on much needed sleep, or letting the rain drown out blissed out cries shared by lovers. One house stands out, ignoring the rain and choosing to illuminate the immediate area with soft orange light. The fireplace inside roars, but its sound is nothing but a kitten’s meow compared to the lion’s shriek of the thunder. Two hands carefully look over the flames. Tending to a fire involves a delicate dance of care and attention, a ritual as old as time itself. As the flames crackle and flicker, casting their warm glow upon the surroundings, its caretaker approaches with reverence, bearing a long metal rod in hand. With a free hand, he places a small log onto a pile of wood, watching as it immediately darkens. The caretaker leans in close, feeling the heat radiate against his skin. He adjusts the logs, arranging them just so, coaxing the fire to burn brighter, fiercer; asking the heat to warm his face just a bit more. Sparks rise like tiny stars into the air.

“Any closer and your hair will catch fire, Shang Tsung.”

The caretaker – Shang Tsung – turns his head to see his lover, Quan Chi, entering their shared common room; in hand, carrying a teapot and two saucers. He sets them on the floor and sits next to Shang, quickly admiring how the fire’s glow paints over his soft features. Quan Chi expects an eyeroll, a scoff, any negative reaction to his comment, but Shang quietly returns his eyes to the flames, seemingly caught in the fire’s trance.

“Nonsense,” he mutters, just barely shuffling away from the fireplace. “I am not that close.”

Quan Chi lets out an amused huff. He reaches over to Shang and pulls his hair back, gently wrapping it in a ponytail with a shiny black ribbon. Stubborn strands of hair fly away from the ribbon, framing Shang’s face. Quan Chi chooses to ignore them and places a kiss on his lover’s shoulder. “The tea grows cold…”

“Only because you choose to waste your breath on foolish scenarios.” Shang finally pulls away from the fire’s grip, turning his back to the flames and giving his full attention to Quan Chi. He places both hands in his lap and fiddles with the gold band wrapped around his finger. Quan Chi sported a similar band, crafted by him decades prior when he and Shang vowed to spend the rest of their long Edenian lifespans together.

“You are a fool, Shang Tsung, if you consider my concerns to be foolish.” Quan Chi sets teacups in front of himself and Shang and carefully pours an equal amount of black tea in both. “What am I to do if you break your vows to me by carelessly setting yourself aflame?”

“Collect rainwater and douse me,” a quick response – expected from a tongue as sharp as Shang’s.

“You’ll burn to a crisp before a bucket fills halfway. A shame you’ll be the first of us to go.” Quan Chi feigns a sorrowful expression and stares at the ground.

“Quiet down and drink your tea,” Shang hisses in reply, his soft eyes revealing the lack of anger in his words. He picks up his own cup and gently blows the liquid, watching it ripple. Shang’s eye catches a slight rim in the cup. His hand moves the cup to his lips, they slightly spread and allow the tea to fall on his tongue. Indeed, the tea had chilled during their conversation, but it hadn’t cooled enough to make the experience unpleasurable. Its warmth comforted his soul, akin to how the fire warms his skin.

Quan Chi and Shang sit and choose not to speak, instead allowing the booming thunderstorm and roaring fireplace to fill the air. The sounds soothe them both as their bodies wind down, signaling the need for a nap. Their eyes meet, two sets of deep brown irises pooling together and refusing to let go, speaking volumes in the silent language of love. They cradle the delicate porcelain cups and raise them to their lips, taking another sip. Quan Chi’s face suddenly twists into disgust. Shang only raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Dull. We are out of honey and without it, my tea is dull.” Quan Chi looks out the window, watching lightning take its anger out on an innocent tree. “I was to make a visit to the markets and purchase another bottle.”

His eyes snap back to his lover when he hears a laugh. “You are not serious.” Another laugh escapes. “Why make tea if you are unable to handle its unadulterated taste? Water, wine…” he trails off. “Yes, we could be enjoying anything else. Why tea?”

Quan Chi slightly shrugs before downing the last of his tea, shivering at the bitter taste. “I was reminded of the day we met.”

Shang tilts his head in confusion and curiosity. “That is sudden.”

"The day our fates intertwined, a century past, within the hallowed halls of the Sun Do teahouse; it rained then, too. Both of us found sanctuary within those ancient walls." Quan Chi’s eyes bore into Shang’s skull, his intense eye contact making his spouse glance away. “My soul was yours the moment you looked in my eyes.”

Shang is silent. The sudden confession brings in a wave of emotions that try to break down his spirit like water rushing a dam. His body aches as his chest tightens and love gnaws at every fiber of his being. Their first meeting was a memory locked deep in his mind, the thought now making him unconsciously play with his wedding ring. “And I will never let it go.”

Quan Chi opens his arms and Shang accepts the invitation, quickly crashing into his beloved. Their hearts soar; beating fast, but beating as one. The fireplace, angry at being forgotten, dies out. The fading glow is replaced with eyes that could only shine when looking at a lover. They lean in, taking each other in a soft, quick kiss. Shang presses a kiss to Quan Chi’s jaw before hiding his face in his lover’s neck. Quan Chi notices the dead fire and hums.

“I suppose this is our cue to clean our mess.”

“Your mess,” Shang yawns, “I was not the one responsible for brewing sentimental tea.”

Quan Chi rolls his eyes before separating himself from Shang, grabbing the teapot and cups before standing. “Go and rest, I will join momentarily.”

Shang only nods in response, slowly lifting his body off the ground and dragging himself to the bedroom. It wasn’t much; a mattress that showed signs of aging, a small dresser that held their clothes, a desk with books Shang’s read three times over, and a pile of dirty laundry that Quan Chi swears he’ll get to soon. Shang collects enough strength to light a candle next to his bed before collapsing into the sheets. He stares at the candle, its fire almost growing taller than the wax itself. He makes a mental note to buy another candle as soon as possible. Shang sees Quan Chi enter their bedroom from the corner of his eye. He yawns, not bothering to look at his husband.

“We will need another very soon.”

Quan Chi could almost laugh. “One fire goes out, so you immediately light another.”

“They please me.”

“Why?”

A shrug; Quan Chi can’t figure out if Shang doesn’t know the answer or if he simply doesn’t feel like giving one. Quan Chi walks over to the bed and lays next to Shang, sighing as he feels his body relax. The two are silent, choosing to listen to the sound of thunder rumbling. Rain beats down on the window like bullets, and yet its sound is able to lull Quan Chi to a half-asleep state. Through heavy eyes he stares at Shang, whose back faces him. He sighs knowing he won’t be able to drag his lover’s eyes away from the burning candle. Quan Chi inches forward just enough to wrap an arm around Shang’s waist. It wasn’t often the two cuddled before bed, Shang complains about Quan Chi being too warm to hold, and Quan Chi complains about Shang moving too much.

As expected, Shang squirms a bit at the sudden contact. “We will both overheat like this.”

Quan Chi slightly lifts his head and blows enough air to kill the candle’s flame. “There,” he closes his eyes and pulls Shang closer to his chest. “The threat of overheating is gone.”

“You know very well that is not what I-”

“Hush. Sleep. Maybe the gods will fill your dreams with arson.”

Shang almost rolls his eyes out of his skull – but is quick to comply. Dreams of sitting by a fireplace doesn’t sound bad.

In the quiet aftermath of the angry thunderstorm, the clear morning comes in peacefully. Outworld’s citizens were slow to resume their usual activities, not wanting to deal with puddles and muddy grounds. Animals dance and celebrate the return of the sun. They sing songs of freedom as they search for their first meal of the day. Through a small window, the sun is able to light the bedroom with a golden hue. The light gently caresses Quan Chi’s face, encouraging him to wake up. He is slow to open his eyes, wishing the darkness the thunderstorm brought would return. His hand reaches up to rub his eyes, shaking the bleariness out. When they refocus on the environment, he realizes the bed is empty. Shang Tsung nowhere to be seen.

Quan Chi groans and lifts the blanket, wincing when the warmth leaves his body. Heavy feet haul his body out the bedroom and in search of his spouse. His first thought is the kitchen, thinking that Shang would most likely be eating breakfast, but finds the room empty upon entering. He sighs and leaves to search somewhere else. Quan Chi walks from room to room – no Shang. He almost panics but stops when he hears a faint voice outside. He walks closer to the entrance, hearing the voice get louder. His hand opens the door to see Shang swaying his body to the beat of an imaginary drum.

Quan Chi can’t place the song that blesses his ears. It was soft and sweet; a pleasant morning gift. He racks his brain to see if he could remember its tune, but each new lyric cements its unfamiliarity. With a breath of joy, Shang sings of spring’s arrival with the chirping birds; his tenor and their soprano blending to create a beautiful harmony. Every note flies and weaves through the air like a gentle breeze. Quan Chi smiles and stays put, it wasn’t often that he got to hear his lover sing.

“Your voice is beautiful,” Quan Chi cuts in as soon as he hears the song fading. He shoots an unapologetic smile when Shang jumps in surprise. Shang saunters over to him and is immediately wrapped in a strong embrace. “Why are you outside so early?”

Shang shakes his left arm, bringing attention to the small bag he had in hand. “I woke up with a troubled mind; I went to the market to soothe my anguish.”

Quan Chi looks at Shang with concern. “Why didn’t you wake me if you were struggling?”

“There was no need,” Shang reaches into the bag to pull out a small item wrapped in protective paper. “Open it.”

Quan Chi takes the item and slowly unwraps it, making sure to be gentle. The paper tears to reveal a porcelain teacup, adorned with gold embellishments. He looks at Shang with a confused expression – only getting an impassive look in return. “Your mind was troubled…and a teacup set you at ease?”

“Last night my cup was chipped. If I didn’t replace it, I would’ve lost my mind.” Shang takes the teacup from Quan Chi and cradles it in his hands, as if he was testing it out. His slender fingers compliment the porcelain well. “I felt broken. This,” he raises the cup so Quan Chi can get a better look at its details, “makes me feel whole again.”

“You are the strangest person in all the realms, Shang Tsung.”

“And that is why you made me yours, Quan Chi,” Shang smirks, walking past Quan Chi and making his way to the door. He hesitates as he goes to open the door. His head turns to his lover, his face hardening.

“Tell me, Quan Chi,” he pauses, thinking how to phrase what he wants to say. “If someday I no longer had this beautiful voice, would you still, even then, love me?”

Quan Chi raises an eyebrow. He, once again, searches Shang’s face for an explanation, an emotion behind his question. When was Shang ever insecure in Quan Chi’s love for him? Did he not show it enough? He walks up to Shang, hand stroking his cheek. He places a kiss on Shang’s temple.

“Of course.” another kiss.

Shang smiles, the positive reply and kiss pleasing him. He finally opens the door and grabs Quan Chi’s hand. “Come,” he says, leading his lover inside, “I will sing for you whilst we make breakfast.”

Quan Chi quickly nods. “I would like that.”