#i just hope the rerun treats me well...

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A successful anni i d say. I hope everyone s pulls went well. Happy anniversary everyone

[crystallinestars]

NSFW Alphabet - Kinich

In honor of Kinich's birthday, I wrote a NSFW alphabet to celebrate. There's just something about him that has a firm grip on me, and I've been unable to stop thinking about him for a solid month. I'm posting this at 11:11 (my time), so let this also be a tribute in the hopes he'll come home on his rerun 🙏

Kinich x fem!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kinich is quite good at aftercare. He’s attentive to your needs and asks how you’re feeling and if you need him to get you anything or help with cleanup. Even before you say anything, his keen eye picks up on your physical state, and Kinich will go out of his way to help you with whatever he can.

He gets you whatever you ask for, be it water, a towel, or a kiss, and carries you to the shower if you’re too weak to walk. He apologizes for being too rough on you and makes a mental note to be gentler next time. Kinich makes it up to you by letting you rest and taking care of your household duties the following day.

After cleaning up, if it’s not too late in the day, he’ll whip up a simple meal for you to share. Alternatively, he might stay in bed and cuddle if he needs the rest. Kinich enjoys cuddling after sex and basking in the afterglow. There’s something nice about holding and treating you with tenderness after such a passionate encounter. It deepens his affection for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kinich doesn’t have a favorite body part on himself, but he does prize his body as a whole. His childhood taught him early on the importance of having a well-maintained body. Without it, he wouldn’t have survived. It’s also his bargaining chip with Ajaw, so he considers his body to be one of his greatest assets. Kinich takes care to stay in shape, which his physically demanding commissions and extreme sports hobby make easy to accomplish.

As for your body, Kinich also has no preference. He loves you for who you are rather than what you look like, but he does have a slight fascination with the nape of your neck. He catches himself wanting to kiss it when standing or lying behind you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s thin and a healthy white. Has a slightly salty flavor. Doesn’t have a strong preference for where to cum, but he usually does it inside unless you tell him otherwise. He is hesitant to cum on your face because he thinks you won’t like that. You’ll need to tell him it’s okay otherwise he’ll avoid that area.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time you wore a swimsuit, Kinich was captivated by how pretty you looked. He already thought you were attractive, but something about seeing you in a flattering swimsuit and exposing so much skin made him pause and take an appreciative glance at you. His usual stoic expression didn’t change, but Ajaw noticed the subtle way Kinich’s eyes trailed down your figure, lingering on you for a moment too long.

Of course, Ajaw’s immediate response was to mock Kinich for checking you out, and the Saurian Hunter had to lock the menace away to keep him quiet. Though it would have been embarrassing to be exposed for checking you out, Kinich worried more about Ajaw making you uncomfortable with his blunt and crass commentary, so he did what he could to prevent that. Kinich also complimented your appearance, wanting you to know he thought you looked pretty in your swimsuit. (There was also a lot of fruit bribing happening behind your back so Ajaw wouldn’t open his big mouth once he was let out)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kinich has no experience. He never sought romantic or sexual relationships, preferring to be by himself and taking care of his sexual needs on his own. Intimate relationships weren’t a priority or something he was interested in. Once Ajaw entered his life, the pixelated menace’s rudeness and narcissism kept others away from Kinich, so such chances became even fewer, though Kinich didn’t mind.

Despite having no prior experience, Kinich does have a working knowledge of sex. He sees it mostly as a means of reproduction, but he’s read and heard enough to know it’s also done for pleasure, to relieve stress, and to deepen bonds between romantic partners. He never really gave it much thought until he formed a romantic relationship with you and wondered if sex was something you wanted to have with him in the future. He looked into it more once you started discussing the possibility of being sexually intimate. Due to his cautious nature, Kinich wants to be prepared for all kinds of situations, so he spends a great deal of time researching guides and tips on how to have safe sex.

The Saurian Hunter doesn’t let his inexperience hold him back. Even during your first time, he acts assertively and confidently when exploring your body and learning your likes and dislikes but remains gentle. Kinich’s preparedness gives him a good idea of what to do to please you and keep things comfortable and safe so you can both enjoy the experience. However, as a beginner to sexual intimacy, he would still appreciate it if you gave him some guidance on how you want to be pleased and communicated with him about your needs. He wants to polish his skills to please you to the best of his ability.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kinich favors classic positions like missionary, cowgirl, and doggystyle.

Missionary allows him to see your face and establish a more intimate emotional connection. It’s his go-to when he craves romantic lovemaking. It also makes it easy to kiss you, hold your hand, and bite your neck. Kinich enjoys variations on missionary as well, such as hiking your legs onto his shoulders or pressing your knees to your chest for deeper and tighter penetration.

With cowgirl, he enjoys letting you take the reins and move how you like. There’s something hot about watching you bounce on his lap and get off with his cock, not to mention the alluring view he has of your body. While you ride him, Kinich helps guide your hips with his hands and thrusts up into you when he gets closer to his peak.

As for doggystyle, Kinich likes to use this position when you don’t have as much time to make love but still need sexual relief. It’s a tad primal, and he’s fond of the tighter squeeze this position offers. Watching you melt and moan under him makes his self-control slip a little, so Kinich tends to fuck you harder in this position. He presses his chest against your back, blanketing your body with his to stay close to you and because he likes biting your neck and shoulders.

Kinich’s athleticism and equipment allow him to try some less conventional sex positions, though he generally won’t choose them unless you express an interest in trying something new. If you so wish, he’ll use his strength and flexibility to try out one of the more difficult positions, or even get out the ropes and hooks, but only after careful research about the associated safety hazards. Sex should be fun, yes, but doing so safely is still a higher priority for him. The last thing he wants is for either of you to get injured.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As with most things, Kinich approaches sex seriously, but he does try to keep the mood relaxed. He doesn’t crack jokes, but his demeanor softens. He asks for permission to touch you, and frequently inquires if you’re okay and want to keep going, giving you a chance to stop should you want it. He takes your needs and comfort very seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a small patch of curly dark hair. He grooms it just enough to keep it orderly but doesn’t spend a lot of time trimming it to perfection.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kinich is not the greatest romantic, but he does value an emotional connection during sex. He has come a long way in learning to trust and open up to people since his turbulent childhood, but the vulnerability and intimacy that come with sex and romance can make him uneasy. As such, Kinich only has sex with someone he deeply loves and trusts. Only such a person has the privilege to witness such a vulnerable part of himself.

Because he views most things in life as a transaction, if you entrust your heart and body to him, Kinich will see it as his duty to show the same amount of love and trust in return. He cherishes your trust and affection and wants to repay you in kind. This manifests in him holding your hand during lovemaking, openly looking at you with desire and adoration, and leaving soft kisses all over your skin.

He’s not the best with words, but Kinich tries his best to compliment you. It’s nothing flowery, usually just a simple “you look beautiful” while he admires your figure, or “you feel good”, and of course a whispered “I love you” during tender lovemaking.

As mentioned previously, Kinich values your comfort so he frequently asks how you’re feeling and if you want to keep going. He doesn’t want to force you if you don’t feel ready or want to stop, and neither does he want to push your body past its limits. Hurting or upsetting you is the absolute last thing he wants, so he gives you opportunities to leave the situation in case you want them. He’s very considerate towards you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kinich doesn’t masturbate often. He’s usually busy completing commissions so he doesn’t have the luxury of thinking about his sexual needs. If he needs to relieve stress, then his preference for that is through extreme sports.

Nonetheless, he still experiences the urge for sexual relief, so Kinich usually masturbates while taking a bath. It’s one of the few moments he has completely to himself, plus it makes cleaning up any evidence of his lewd activities extremely easy. Kinich is cautious, however, and stifles his voice and other sounds to remain discreet.

He usually doesn’t think about anything while jacking off, but when he fell in love with you, he caught himself masturbating more often and fantasizing about you in your swimsuit or of you touching him like this. He was ashamed of thinking of you this way at first, but that shame went away once you became sexually intimate. If you ever ask him about whether he thought of you while masturbating, though, he will be honest and forthright when admitting that he had and still does when you’re not available.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kinich leans more dominant, but he doesn’t enforce his authority. He doesn’t order you around or give commands, but he can pin your wrists down and act assertive to get what he wants from you (all while being respectful of your wishes and first gauging if it’s something you’re anticipating him to do. Kinich would never force himself on you).

He’s fine with you taking the lead if you have an interest in being dominant, and looks forward to seeing what you have in mind for your session together.

One of his biggest kinks is marking. Kinich likes to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your skin, particularly your neck, shoulders, and inner thighs. It’s a primal urge he gets when having sex, and he takes delight in seeing his marks on you in the following days. It makes him feel like he’s staked his claim on you, marking you as his. Of course, he doesn’t go overboard and listens to you if you say you don’t want the marks to be visible. He’ll settle for marking up your shoulders or inner thighs where the marks won’t be seen by anyone except him.

Kinich is also into hearing you beg. He won’t go out of his way to tease and demand you beg for his touch, but if you do so of your own volition (ex: “Kinich please, I need you”) then it sets off something primal inside him. Hearing how needy you are for his touch sends sparks of lust through him and makes him eager to fulfill your desires.

He’s also into light bondage. Nothing complicated, just some scarves or rope to tie your wrists with will do (his knots are secure, but he makes sure the bindings are loose enough to not chafe your skin. Though he’ll tighten them if you ask). Conversely, he can use his hands to pin your wrists down (and lace your fingers together). He’s not into being tied himself, though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kinich isn’t against having sex outdoors, but only if you’re in a location that’s safe from potential intruders and wild beasts. He’s open to making love to you while camping, be it in a tent or under the starlit sky but won’t push you if you’re not comfortable with the idea.

At home, to avoid getting caught by Ajaw, Kinich prefers to have sex either in the bedroom or bathroom where you have more privacy. On the occasions when he gets a friend to babysit the menace, Kinich is down to make love pretty much anywhere at home, he’s not picky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One of the best ways to turn Kinich on is to express your love for him. Heartfelt words of affection, acts of service, or thoughtful gifts touch his heart. He is overcome by love for you in those moments because you make him feel cherished and cared for, and Kinich feels an impulse to show you that he loves and appreciates you too. He’s not good at sappy love confessions, so this impulse manifests physically. What starts as a gentle kiss of gratitude grows into something passionate as Kinich’s need to express his feelings for you intensifies. This can sometimes result in him making love to you.

Kinich’s self-control and patience are high, but there are a few other things you could do to wear away at them. For example, being assertive in initiative sex. Straddle his lap and teasingly trace your hands over his body, give him kisses along his jaw and neck, whisper in his ear how much you crave him, and lust will ignite in his loins.

Alternatively, you could wear flattering clothes that hug your figure, such as swimsuits or sportswear (he likes to admire how nice you look in them), or press up against him and let him feel the softness of your body. It’s unlikely Kinich will snap, but his interest in sexual intimacy will heighten considerably, and he’ll look for an appropriate opportunity to satiate your carnal desires.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kinich dislikes being restrained or losing control of his body, so things like bondage and blindfolds make him uneasy. Plus, half the fun of sex is being able to touch you, so being tied up deprives him of the joy of exploring your body and making you feel good.

Kinich also takes no enjoyment from impact play. He doesn’t hate it but simply doesn’t derive any pleasure from the pain, especially because his associations with being hit aren’t good ones. Similarly, he won’t hit or degrade you either, not wanting to be like his father even if it’s light-hearted play with the intent to feel good.

Additionally, Kinich isn’t into roleplay. He doesn’t see the appeal and finds it awkward to act as someone he’s not, especially in a sexual situation. He’d much rather you and he act like yourselves and show appreciation and love for who you are without the extra obstacles.

He’s also not fond of sharing you or having third parties join your sessions, preferring to keep things private. Only you get to see this vulnerable side of him, and he hopes you share the sentiment of wanting him to be the only one to see you like this, as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kinich’s inexperience might make him a little awkward at oral sex at first, but he is devoted to your pleasure and does his best to learn all the ways you like to be eaten out. Whenever he gives you oral, he keeps his eyes fixed on your face and takes mental note of which pressures and touches of his tongue and fingers get the best reactions out of you. He wants to use this knowledge to improve his oral skills so he can better please you.

Kinich has no qualms about going down on you because he strives to make you feel good, and as such, will bury his face between your legs and lap away at your folds until you’re writhing under his touch. He doesn’t mind if you tug his hair or buck your hips against his face, though if you squirm too much or impede his progress by clamping your thighs around his head, then he hooks his arms around your thighs and pins them down to keep you still. Kinch only lets go once he’s brought you to orgasm.

Despite his transactional outlook on life, Kinich doesn’t expect you to give him oral in return for eating you out. If you bring him to orgasm through any other means, then he considers it even. That said, he views it as his duty to go down on you if you give him a blowjob. He loves giving you oral. There’s something so erotic about hearing your moans of pleasure and watching you writhe under his tongue, so he’s always eager to repay the favor.

When you give him a blowjob, Kinich struggles to keep his voice down. His eyes flutter closed and he places a hand on your head, not pushing or pulling but just resting it there to ground himself. The sight of his cock disappearing in your mouth is intense for him, and as he approaches orgasm, Kinich shallowly thrusts into your mouth, careful to not choke you but unable to stop himself from wanting more. Whether you swallow his cum or let him paint your skin in it doesn’t matter—either outcome is hot to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kinich’s pace depends on what you want. He usually goes for a moderate pace, keeping his thrusts consistent and angled just right to hit those sweet spots inside you. However, he can go slow and gentle if you’re making love, or faster and rougher if you’re in the mood for a good fuck. Even if he goes rougher, Kinich is still mindful of your comfort and keeps strict control of his thrusts so as to not hurt you. His main goal is for you to enjoy sex with him. Getting himself off is secondary.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kinich doesn’t mind quickies. Sometimes, when he or you are in the mood but don’t have enough time to indulge in long foreplay, he goes for quickies. Ajaw is usually the main reason for you guys having quickies, mostly because you want to squeeze in some intimate time before the arrogant saurian inevitably interrupts you.

Kinich finds it a hassle to work around Ajaw’s presence, so he prefers to send the dragonlord out on an errand or lock him away so you won’t be disturbed. To Kinich’s dismay, Ajaw quickly figures out that whenever he gets promptly locked or sent out on a long errand whenever you’re around, this usually means his servant is about to get busy with you. However, for once, Ajaw doesn’t object. He already had the misfortune of accidentally walking in on you getting frisky with Kinich when the hunter forgot to lock him away, and the awful memory is seared into the poor saurian’s brain. One time was too many, and he’d rather never see that again. Nevertheless, when he returns to Kinich’s side, Ajaw makes sure to thoroughly poke fun at the hunter and make his disgust for your sexual activities known.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kinich is willing to take risks, especially for you. Generally, he’s open to trying almost anything once but only if you’re also on board with experimenting. Due to his cautious nature, Kinich will want to research whatever new kinks you want to try so he knows how to indulge in them safely, especially if one of you hasn’t tried these kinks before. He's open to taking risks but he's not reckless.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kinich’s commissions and extreme sports hobby require him to have good endurance, so he has very good stamina. He almost always outlasts you in bed. He can easily go for three rounds, maybe a couple more if he’s willing to push himself and takes appropriate breaks, though three is already more than enough to satisfy his sexual cravings.

How many rounds you go for usually depends on you. If you can’t keep up with his stamina, then Kinich is perfectly content to go for 1-2 rounds (as mentioned, it’s the perfect amount for him). However, if your sexual appetite is big, Kinich can go for more rounds, though he would switch it up with oral or fingering for variety and to give himself a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kinich doesn’t own any sex toys. He doesn’t need them to get off and thus sees no point in getting any. If you have toys you like using or want to try with him, then Kinich will learn how to operate them to please you. He typically likes sex without toys but admits they’re good for spicing up your sex life now and then.

He won’t object if you want to use toys on him even though they’re not as gratifying for him as your direct touch, but only if you know what you’re doing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually, Kinich doesn’t tease you during sex. He takes a straightforward approach to life and likes to do things efficiently, and pleasing you is no different. However, Kinich can be playful when the mood strikes, and this results in him teasing you by lightly stimulating your sensitive spots, such as lightly flicking your nipples, rubbing your clit, or sucking on a delicate patch of skin on your neck just to watch you react to his touch with a small, amused smirk on his lips. He’s got a smart mouth, so he might also verbally tease you by pointing out how eager you seem for his touch, but he keeps the teasing lighthearted and affectionate.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kinich naturally tries to keep his voice down when engaging in sexual activities. His most common sounds are ragged breaths, moans, and sighs of pleasure. His moans are soft, low, and infrequent, mostly because he muffles them by sucking hickeys into your neck or kissing you. He’s loudest when nearing orgasm, oftentimes uttering your name right as he hits his peak.

He doesn’t talk much during sex, but he does give you heartfelt compliments and tells you he loves you as a way of expressing his gratitude for all the love and trust you give him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

TW: Menstruation, mentions of blood, period sex

When Kinich found out about your painful menstrual cramps, he took to researching various methods he could use to help you deal with them because he doesn’t like seeing you in pain. Aside from common methods like heating pads, pain medicine, and warm baths, Kinich also read that orgasms can help alleviate cramping.

He proposes the idea of period sex, expressing his willingness to give you orgasms if it means bringing you relief. He understands if you aren’t comfortable with the idea and won’t pressure you into it, but his interest in doing this for you is genuine.

Kinich sees menstruation as a normal part of life and reassures you that there is no reason to feel self-conscious or ashamed of your body’s natural response. Blood doesn’t make him squeamish, so he has no reservations about getting any of yours on himself. If it helps you feel better, then he’s willing to get messy.

If you agree to his proposition, Kinich will take great measures to ensure your comfort. He understands that your abdomen must be tender, so he keeps all his touches slow and gentle to avoid worsening your cramps. He lets you decide if you’re more comfortable with him using his penis or fingers—either one is fine with him. If you choose fingers, then he rubs your clit in slow circles and gently thrusts his fingers into you, starting with one and then moving on to two until he makes you cum.

If you prefer his cock, then Kinich will be careful and gentle with his thrusts, keeping them slow and shallow until you’re comfortable with taking more. He showers you with a lot of kisses and affectionate caresses to keep you relaxed and maximize your enjoyment of the experience. During such moments, Kinich focuses more on your comfort and enjoyment than his own pleasure because the experience is mainly about you.

He feels a sense of accomplishment when his efforts pay off in your orgasm and you confirm that it did indeed help alleviate your pain. Kinich volunteers to have menstrual sex with you each month if it’s something that interests you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

11cm (4.3 inch) in length and 10cm (3.9 inch) in girth with a dark red tip and a prominent vein underneath.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kinich’s sexual appetite isn’t big, so having sex once or twice a week is enough for him. Because his work sometimes forces him to leave his tribe for days at a time, opportunities to make love are not as frequent as you might hope, but Kinich still tries to make time for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kinich doesn’t fall asleep immediately after intercourse unless he’s tired. He likes to stay up and hold you, basking in the afterglow and letting you know that he really enjoyed this moment. He’s not one for idle chatter, but he does use this opportunity to talk about your plans for tomorrow, maybe plan a small date, or invite you to a special place he discovered while running an errand as a courier.

You almost always fall asleep before him (he gives you quite a workout) and he observes the way your expression relaxes as you drift off with a small smile on his face. Kinich ensures you’re properly tucked in before draping an arm around you and joining you in sleep, or quietly getting out of bed to take care of unfinished work. He always makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving, though.

[readsaboutreid]

Everything To Me | S.R.

summary: Spencer is in love with his coworker and best friend and goes all out to celebrate her birthday on the day after when she catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman when they arrive home from a case.

this is 100% season 1 spencer

warning: cheating, making out, angst/comfort

“(Y/N)! Wait up!” Spencer stumbled, tripping over his feet as he hurried to catch the elevator with his friend. He covered the distance from his desk to the elevator doors in record time as (Y/N) hit the button to presumably hold open the doors for him. He slid in and stood next to her while panting lightly. He really needed to do some cardio, he noted to himself.

“Wow, with speed like that I should start calling you Barry Allen,” she giggled, making Spencer's heart flutter in the best and most terrifying way and drawing a laugh out of his throat (even though he didn’t really get the reference). He couldn't help it when all he could think about was how much he wanted to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life.

“Sorry,” he flashed a sheepish smile at her and ducked his head a little bit as he felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering if you had any, uh, any plans for the evening? There’s a Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon and I know that’s your favorite Star Trek series so I was thinking maybe we could hang out and maybe get some takeout?"

"That sounds like it would be a hell of a time," she began. Spencer could already feel the incoming, "but I promised Warren I'd spend the evening with him since it's my birthday and all." Spencer had to keep himself from making a face at the mention of her asshole of a boyfriend, not wanting to upset her, and so instead he opted to skip over that and react to the next part of her statement.

"Wait it's your birthday? Why didn't you say anything? We all would have done something to celebrate before going home today," Spencer started kicking himself internally. How could he not have known today was her birthday? The two of them had become attached at the hip pretty much since she started at the BAU 4 months ago. She had even celebrated his own birthday with him and the rest of the team.

“Hey, it’s okay! You don’t need to feel bad or anything, I tend to just treat my birthday like it’s any other day so I often just don't even tell anyone when it is,” she shot him a sweet smile in an attempt to assure him that it was okay but it didn't make him feel any less guilty.

Spencer's heart sank a bit at the thought of not being able to celebrate (Y/N)'s birthday with her, but he knew Warren was important to her regardless of how much Spencer and the team disliked him. He mustered a smile and nodded, "No worries, spending time with Warren sounds great. Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope your day is as wonderful as you are."

(Y/N) blushed at the compliment, waving it off modestly. The elevator dinged softly, indicating they had reached the ground floor. As the doors slid open, they stepped out into the bustling lobby of the FBI building. Spencer glanced at his watch and realized it was already late in the evening.

"Well, I should let you get going. Have a fantastic birthday night with Warren," Spencer said, trying to hide his disappointment behind a cheerful facade.

"Thank you, Spencer. I really appreciate it. We should definitely catch that Star Trek marathon another time," she replied with a warm smile before turning to head towards the exit.

Later in the evening, Spencer found himself sitting on his worn-out couch, a container of lukewarm Chinese takeout resting in his lap as he absentmindedly watched reruns of Star Trek. His mind kept wandering back to the encounter in the elevator with (Y/N) earlier that day. The missed opportunity to spend her birthday with her weighed heavily on his heart.

Just as Captain Picard was about to make a diplomatic decision that could change the course of an entire star system, Spencer's phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen to see (Y/N)'s name flashing brightly.

With a mixture of confusion and worry, he answered the call. "Hey, (Y/N), is everything okay?" His heart clenched at the sound of her quiet sobs on the other end of the line.

"Spencer," her voice cracked, "can you... can you come pick me up?"

Without another word, Spencer sprang into action. "Of course, (Y/N). I'll be right there. Where are you?" Spencer's voice was filled with concern as he quickly grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, leaving behind the half-eaten container of Chinese takeout and the flickering TV screen showing Star Trek.

As he drove through the quiet streets towards (Y/N)'s location, thoughts raced through Spencer's mind. Why was she crying? What had happened? He couldn't bear the thought of her in distress, especially on her birthday.

Finally reaching the spot where she said she would be, Spencer spotted (Y/N) sitting on a bench outside of a sketchy looking apartment complex, her head buried in her hands. He parked the car and hurried over to her, his heart breaking at the sight of her tear-streaked face.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Spencer knelt down beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, and he felt a crack in his chest

as her trembling voice filled the cool night air.

"I... I waited for Warren at my apartment, but he never showed up or called. I got worried and went to his place," she paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, "I let myself in with my key, and... and I found him in bed with another woman."

Shock rippled through Spencer as he struggled to process her words. The image of (Y/N) standing in the doorway of Warren's apartment, witnessing such a betrayal, tore at his heart. Anger flared within him, directed not only at Warren but at the unfairness of it all. How could someone as kind and genuine as (Y/N) be treated so callously?

Without hesitation, Spencer pulled (Y/N) into a tight embrace, offering her solace in the warmth of his arms. He felt her tears soak into his shirt as she clung to him, seeking comfort amidst the storm of emotions raging within her.

As she sobbed into his chest he felt tears pricking his own eyes. He gently cupped her head and started stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her before saying, “let’s get you into the car, okay?”

As Spencer led (Y/N) to his car, he couldn't shake the image of her devastated face from his mind. The weight of her heartbreak hung heavy in the air, suffocating him with a sense of helplessness. He opened the car door for her, watching as she settled into the passenger seat with a heavy sigh.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," Spencer murmured softly as he started the engine, casting a sympathetic glance her way. "You deserve so much better than this."

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh, devoid of any humor. "I should have known better than to get my hopes up. This is why I never celebrate my birthday. It’s more trouble than it’s worth," she confessed, her voice laced with resignation and nothing more than a whisper by the very end. Spencer's heart clenched at her words. He wanted nothing more than to ease her pain, to show her that she deserved all the love and happiness in the world.

"You deserve to be celebrated, (Y/N)," Spencer said with conviction, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the car. "No one has the right to make you feel otherwise. You are kind, beautiful, and deserving of all the love and joy that life has to offer."

Spencer's words echoed in (Y/N)'s mind as they drove through the quiet streets of the city, the soft glow of streetlights casting a serene ambiance over the car. The heaviness of her heart began to lift ever so slightly, buoyed by the sincerity in Spencer's eyes and the comfort of his presence beside her.

As they reached a stoplight, Spencer turned to (Y/N) with a tentative smile. "How about we make a detour?" he suggested gently. "There's this little ice cream shop a few blocks away. Maybe some ice cream might help lift your spirits."

(Y/N) managed a small smile in return, touched by Spencer's thoughtfulness. The simple gesture felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds that had gathered around her heart. "That sounds nice," she replied softly, her voice still tinged with sadness but with a glimmer of gratitude shining through.

They parked near the ice cream shop, its cheerful neon sign beckoning them inside. The bell above the door jingled as they stepped in, greeted by the sweet scent of freshly made waffle cones and a colorful display of ice cream flavors. Spencer guided (Y/N) to a cozy booth by the window, where they could watch the world pass by as they indulged in their frozen treats.

As they savored their ice cream, the heaviness in (Y/N)'s heart began to thaw, melting away with each spoonful of creamy sweetness. Spencer listened attentively as she shared snippets of her favorite childhood memories, her voice soft and wistful against the backdrop of cheerful chatter from other customers.

Once they had finished their ice cream, Spencer suggested another detour. "There's this little vintage store down the street that always has some classic movies on sale. How about we pick up one of your favorites and head back to my place to watch it?”

(Y/N) hesitated before saying, “I don’t know about picking up anything from a store but is that Star Trek marathon still on?” The slight amount of hope in her voice made Spencer’s heart flutter with a mix of relief and warmth. He had been longing for a chance to make her smile, to see a glimmer of happiness light up her eyes once more.

Nodding enthusiastically, he replied, "Absolutely! We can swing by the store another time. For now, let's head straight to my place for that Star Trek marathon." The anticipation in (Y/N)'s eyes was palpable as they made their way to Spencer's cozy apartment. The familiar scent of old books and fresh laundry greeted them as they stepped inside, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance over the living room.

Spencer turned the TV back on, dimming the lights to create a cozy home-theater atmosphere. They settled on the couch, surrounded by plush pillows and soft blankets, basking in the nostalgic thrill of the sci-fi classic unfolding on the screen.

As the episode played on, Spencer got up and reheated the Chinese food from earlier and putting it on plates for each of them. He grabbed himself a fork and got one of the sets of chopsticks from the restaurant for (Y/N). As he made his way back to the living room he saw (Y/N) happily rocking back and forth as she watched Data and Geordi share another one of their intriguing engineering discussions. Spencer couldn't help but smile at the sight, a flicker of contentment lighting up his own heart as he handed (Y/N) the plate with her food and settled back onto the couch beside her.

Between bites of General Tso's chicken and sips of hot tea, Spencer couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. The soft glow of the TV cast shadows across the room, creating a cocoon of warmth and familiarity around them. The gentle hum of the spaceship's engines on screen seemed to lull them both into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional chuckle or comment about the characters.

After a few episodes, Spencer found himself stealing glances at (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, admiring the soft curve of her profile as she watched intently. He could see a spark of joy in her eyes, a fleeting moment of escape from the weight of unspoken emotions that lingered between them. Sensing a rare moment of vulnerability, Spencer cleared his throat softly before turning to (Y/N) with a gentle smile.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he began, his voice soft and tentative. "I was wondering... If you could have done anything for your birthday today, what would it have been?"

(Y/N) paused, her gaze shifting from the screen to Spencer. Her expression softened as she considered the question, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "You know, I've always wanted to visit the Smithsonian," she murmured, her eyes distant with longing. "And maybe the Botanic Gardens too... It's on my list of things to do someday."

Spencer nodded, committing her words to memory as he filed away the simple desires she shared. He made a mental note to himself, silently vowing to make those dreams a reality for her someday.

As they finished the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Spencer noticed the clock on the wall ticking closer to midnight. With a sense of reluctance, he turned to (Y/N) and said, "I hate to cut this short, but it's getting late. I should call a cab for you."

(Y/N) looked up at him, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in her eyes. She nodded quietly, gathering her things and slipping on her coat. As Spencer dialed for a cab, he couldn't shake off the feeling of missed opportunities hanging heavy in the air.

The subdued sound of the approaching cab echoed through the quiet street outside. Spencer opened the door for (Y/N), his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll be picking you up at 11 am tomorrow so be dressed and ready," he said, surprising both himself and (Y/N) with his sudden declaration.

Confusion flashed across her face as she stammered, "But... why? Where are we going?"

"Just make sure you’re ready,” he smiled, ideas blossoming in his mind as he decided he was going to show her what her birthday meant to him. He closed the cab door behind her and waved as the car drove off before turning on his heel and heading back inside, preparing to show his best friend the time of her life tomorrow.

Spencer woke up at 8 am the next morning to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, illuminating his room in a golden hue. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stretched his arms above his head and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Today was going to be special; he was determined to make it a day that (Y/N) would never forget.

Remembering her mention once that morning glories were her favorite flower, Spencer decided to start by weaving a delicate flower crown out of the vibrant blooms he had picked from his backyard garden. As he carefully intertwined the petals and vines into a crown fit for a queen, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing (Y/N) wear it.

After finishing the flower crown, Spencer's thoughts drifted to a memory she had shared with him long ago. Before her parents had passed away, they used to build her a pillow fort and hang fairy lights in it on special occasions. Determined to recreate that sense of childhood magic for her, Spencer set about constructing a fort in his living room. He gathered every pillow and blanket he could find, stacking them strategically to form the walls of the fort. With a bit of effort and creativity, he managed to fashion an elaborate yet cozy hideaway filled with soft cushions and twinkling fairy lights. His PhD in Engineering was finally seeing some use.

As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, Spencer's heart swelled with a mix of emotions. The soft glow of the lights cast a warm, inviting aura over the fort, creating an atmosphere of whimsy and nostalgia. He could almost picture the look of wonder on (Y/N)'s face when she saw it, and the thought filled him with a sense of anticipation.

With the fort completed, Spencer glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time to pick up (Y/N). Quickly changing into a clean shirt and vest and grabbing the flower crown he had made earlier, he made his way out the door, excitement bubbling in his chest.

As he drove to (Y/N)'s apartment, Spencer's mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anticipation. He parked the car a few blocks away, wanting to give himself a moment to compose himself before their day together began. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and started the short walk to her building.

The street was alive with the sounds of the city waking up - the distant hum of traffic, the chatter of early risers going about their day. But in Spencer's mind, all he could focus on was the image of (Y/N) in his mind, wearing the flower crown he had made for her.

Finally reaching her apartment building, he climbed the steps to her floor, his heart pounding in his chest. Standing in front of her door, he took one last deep breath before lifting his hand to knock.

The sound echoed through the hallway, reverberating in Spencer's ears as he waited with bated breath. After what felt like an eternity, he heard footsteps approaching from inside the apartment. The soft shuffling of footsteps grew louder, and Spencer's pulse quickened in anticipation. Suddenly, the gentle click of the door being unlocked filled the air, and it slowly swung open to reveal (Y/N) standing before him.

She looked breathtaking. (Y/N) was wearing a simple yet elegant dress with cute buttons lining the front and a delicate peter pan collar. Her chin length bob was slightly curved under her chin and her bangs fell across her forehead in such a perfect way and Spencer looked away quickly, his cheeks burning when he realized he was staring. For a moment, they stood there in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

Then, Spencer slowly brought forward the flower crown he had hidden behind his back, holding it out towards (Y/N) with a shaky hand. “Happy birthday," he finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he nervously offered her the crown. The soft petals of the flowers brushed against her fingertips, and (Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took the flower crown from Spencer's hand. A small gasp escaped her lips as she held the delicate creation, a mix of awe and gratitude shining in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"Spencer, it's beautiful," she murmured as she gently placed it atop her head, her voice soft with emotion. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow that illuminated her features, making her look even more ethereal. In that moment, caught in the gentle morning light, Spencer felt a swell of affection for her that threatened to overwhelm him.

After a beat of silence filled with unspoken words hanging in the air between them, Spencer cleared his throat and offered a hesitant smile. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, his heart beating a little faster at the prospect of spending the day with her.

(Y/N) returned his smile with a nod, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looped her arm through his, the flower crown perched delicately on her head. They strolled down the bustling street, the city waking up around them with a cacophony of sounds and scents. Spencer couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/N), her presence beside him filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt before.

Their first stop was a cozy bookshop just across the street from her apartment building. The bell above the door chimed softly as they entered, and the scent of aged paper and ink enveloped them in a comforting embrace. Rows upon rows of books lined the shelves, each one whispering promises of new worlds and adventures.

"Pick out as many as you'd like," Spencer said, gesturing to the endless array of titles surrounding them. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in delight, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wandered through the aisles, her fingers trailing over spines in search of stories. He watched as she made her way through the shelves until she reached the SciFi/Fantasy and Horror section and begin removing books from the shelves, reading the backs and either adding them to the stack in her arms or placing them back on the shelves.

Spencer couldn't help but admire the way (Y/N) immersed herself in the world of books, her eyes alight with a passion that made her even more enchanting. She moved with purpose, carefully selecting each book as if it held a piece of her soul within its pages. His heart swelled with fondness for her, her love for literature reflecting a depth to her character that he found endlessly captivating.

As (Y/N) returned back to him, her arms filled with a stack of books that seemed to reach towards the sky, she gave him a sheepish smile. "I might have gotten a bit carried away," she admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Could you help me narrow things down a little bit?”

Spencer chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. "No need to apologize. Let's see what treasures you've found," he said, reaching out to take a few books from her arms. Together, they perused the titles she had chosen, discussing the plots and themes. After they had no luck in narrowing down the pile, Spencer scooped them all up into his arms in a stack and began making his way to the checkout stand.

"Why bother narrowing it down?" Spencer's voice was filled with a playful lilt as he carried the stack of books towards the checkout counter, (Y/N) trailing behind him with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Impressive selection," the bookstore clerk commented as he rung up the stack of books, each title a window into (Y/N)'s interests and desires. (Y/N) beamed at the compliment, her eyes shining with confusion and gratitude as Spencer pulled out his wallet and paid before she could even reach for her own from her bag.

As they left the bookshop, the sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the crowded streets. The sounds of the city swirled around them—honking cars, lively chatter, and the distant rumble of a passing train. Spencer glanced over at (Y/N) walking beside him, her face illuminated by a soft radiance.

(Y/N) quickly unlocked the door and placed the bags of books onto her dining room table before they walked back outside. Spencer patiently waited as she locked her door before holding his arm out again for her to grab on to as he lead her to his car.

As they arrived at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, Spencer's steps were light with anticipation. The air was alive with the promise of discovery, and he couldn't wait to share this world of wonders with (Y/N). The museum loomed before them like a giant treasure trove, its grand architecture a testament to human ingenuity and ambition.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by a vast hall filled with aircraft suspended from the ceiling like metallic birds frozen in flight. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in awe, her gaze flitting from one exhibit to another as Spencer led her through the maze of history and innovation.

"This is the Wright Flyer," Spencer said, pointing towards the iconic biplane that started it all. "It's incredible to think that this simple machine paved the way for all modern aviation."

As they moved deeper into the museum, Spencer's voice became a gentle murmur of knowledge and passion. He regaled (Y/N) with stories of astronauts who dared to venture beyond Earth's atmosphere and the technological advancements that made it all possible. (Y/N) listened with rapt attention, her eyes shimmering with wonder and admiration for both the exhibits and the man beside her.

Each artifact held a story, a piece of history waiting to be unraveled. Spencer's explanations brought life to the static displays, turning them into vibrant tales of human courage and scientific progress. He pointed out the intricate details of each spacecraft, each spacesuit, each photograph, as if they were sacred relics in a grand temple of human achievement.

As they entered the lunar module exhibit, (Y/N) gasped in awe at the sight of the actual spacecraft that had touched the surface of the moon as well as a piece of rock from the moon that was free for visitors to touch. She reached out a hand as if to touch it, but stopped herself, as if afraid to disturb the fragile connection between past and present.

Spencer noticed her hesitation and smiled softly. "It's okay, you can touch it," he encouraged. "Feel the history in your fingers."

(Y/N) tentatively reached out and brushed her fingertips against the cool, pitted surface of the moon rock. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through her as she made contact, connecting her to a distant world that had once seemed so unreachable. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, overwhelmed by the weight of history and the magnitude of human achievement.

Spencer watched her with a mix of admiration and fondness, his heart swelling with a bittersweet ache at the sight of her emotional response. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to share in this moment of vulnerability and connection, but he held back, knowing that some experiences were meant to be felt in solitude.

As they moved on to the space shuttle exhibit, Spencer's voice took on a reverent tone as he explained the intricacies of space travel and the courage of those who dared to venture into the unknown. (Y/N) listened intently, hanging onto his every word as if they were precious treasures. The stories of the astronauts and their daring adventures resonated with her in a way she couldn't quite explain. It was as if each tale of exploration and discovery tugged at something deep within her, awakening a yearning for the stars that had long been dormant.

After exploring the wonders of the cosmos in the Air and Space Museum, Spencer suggested they visit the Museum of Natural History next. (Y/N) eagerly agreed, her curiosity piqued by the promise of delving into the mysteries of the natural world.

The moment they stepped into the museum, a wave of earthy scents enveloped them—the musty aroma of ancient fossils, the fresh green fragrance of preserved plants, and the tangy scent of minerals. (Y/N) took a deep breath, savoring the rich tapestry of odors that surrounded her as they ventured deeper into the exhibits.

Spencer guided her through halls filled with towering skeletons of dinosaurs, exotic taxidermy specimens, and sparkling gemstones that seemed to whisper tales of ancient worlds and forgotten creatures. His voice, now a gentle hum of fascination, wove intricate stories of the natural wonders before them, each exhibit a chapter in the never-ending book of Earth's history.

With every step, (Y/N) felt herself being transported back in time, her senses overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and scents of a world long gone yet preserved within the walls of the museum. She marveled at the sheer diversity of life that had once inhabited the planet, from the majestic bones of a towering T-Rex to the delicate wings of a butterfly frozen in time.

As they reached the Butterfly Pavilion, (Y/N)'s eyes lit up with childlike excitement. She walked among the lush greenery, her fingers gently trailing over velvety leaves and vibrant petals as she inspected each plant with keen interest. Spencer watched her with a soft smile, his admiration for her knowledge and passion shining in his eyes.

"It’s like stepping into a living kaleidoscope," (Y/N) breathed, her voice hushed with wonder. "Each butterfly and moth, every plant here tells a story of adaptation and survival. Look at this one," she gestured to a plump monarch butterfly sipping nectar from a bright orange bloom, "did you know they migrate for thousands of miles to escape the cold?"

Spencer was happy to listen intently to her spout knowledge that he already held, captivated by the gleam in her eyes and the animated gestures that accompanied each explanation. He found himself falling even more deeply under her spell as she shared her wealth of knowledge, her voice growing more animated with each tidbit of information.

As they wandered through the pavilion, (Y/N) pointed out the intricate patterns on the butterflies' wings, explaining their purpose and significance with a mix of scientific precision and unbridled enthusiasm. Spencer couldn't help but be swept up in her passion, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of her so fully immersed in her element. Her rarely used PhDs in Botany and Microbiology shone brightly through her words and actions as she explained the importance of every living thing within the enclosure down to the network of fungal mycelium in the dirt, making Spencer see her in a whole new light. The way she spoke about each species of butterfly or moth, each plant or fungus they saw, showcased not only her expertise but also her deep love and respect for the natural world.

Spencer found himself hanging onto her every word, just as she had done with his tales of space exploration earlier. He admired the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, the way her hands gestured animatedly as if conducting a symphony of knowledge and wonder.

As they reached a secluded corner of the pavilion, (Y/N) knelt down beside a cluster of milkweed plants, her voice soft and reverent as she explained their importance to the monarch butterflies. Spencer watched her intently, a sense of peace settling over him as he observed her in her element. He then checked his watch, his eyes widening in realization as he saw the time. They were going to be late for the dinner reservation he had managed to secure at the new Italian restaurant (Y/N) had been longing to try for months. With a gentle touch on her shoulder, Spencer interrupted her explanation about the symbiotic relationship between the milkweed plants and monarch butterflies.

"(Y/N), as much as I hate to interrupt your fascinating lesson, we should start heading out. We have a dinner reservation," Spencer said apologetically, a hint of regret in his tone.

Startled by the mention of dinner, (Y/N) straightened up, her eyes widening in surprise before a sheepish smile crossed her face. "Oh gosh, I completely lost track of time! I'm so sorry, Spencer. Let's go."

They hurried through the Butterfly Pavilion, their steps quickening as they made their way to the exit. Spencer opened the passenger door for her as they approached his car, and they soon found themselves seated inside as Spencer started the engine. The warmth of the setting sun bathed the interior in a golden glow, casting long shadows across (Y/N)'s face as she fastened her seatbelt. She glanced over at Spencer, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the evening ahead.

The drive to the Italian restaurant was filled with comfortable silence, the only sound the soft hum of the radio playing a mellow jazz tune in the background. Spencer stole glances at (Y/N) from time to time, admiring how the fading light accentuated her features, casting her in a soft, ethereal glow.

Arriving at the restaurant, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of garlic and tomato sauce wafting through the air. The cozy ambiance of the place enveloped them as they were led to their table, nestled in a corner with a flickering candle casting dancing shadows on their faces.

As they perused the menu, (Y/N)'s eyes widened in delight as she scanned the offerings, her excitement palpable. Spencer couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, feeling a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the romantic candlelight surrounding them. This moment, this simple act of sharing a meal with her, felt like a glimpse into the life he had always wanted but never dared to reach for.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. (Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with joy as she recounted a hilarious mishap at work, and Spencer found himself hanging onto her every word once again. It was moments like these that made him forget about his own worries and fears, immersing himself in the present moment.

As the waiter brought out their food, the table was soon filled with plates of steaming pasta and fragrant sauces. The first bite sent a burst of flavors dancing on (Y/N)'s tongue, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss. Spencer watched her savor each mouthful, her expression a symphony of delight and contentment. The flickering candlelight played on her face, accentuating the curve of her smile and the sparkle in her eyes.

Spencer's gaze lingered on her, a sense of longing tugging at his heart. He wanted to freeze this moment in time, to etch it into his memory forever. The warmth of the restaurant, the soft glow of the candle, the sound of (Y/N)'s laughter – all of it wove together into a tapestry of perfect happiness.

But beneath the surface of their shared joy, Spencer felt a pang of bittersweet realization. This was just a moment, a fleeting interlude in their lives. Tomorrow, they would return to their separate paths, their separate dreams.

As (Y/N) reached for her glass of wine, her hand brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through him. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment of connection, Spencer felt a surge of courage wash over him. As they finished their meals, the waiter returned to their table with a flourish, presenting a tray of decadent desserts that Spencer had secretly ordered while (Y/N) was in the bathroom. A smile played on his lips as he watched her eyes widen in surprise and delight at the unexpected treat.

"Spencer, you didn't have to do this," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude.

"It's my pleasure," he replied, his tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Would you like to enjoy it here or take it to go and eat it while watching something?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the cozy restaurant ambiance and the promise of a quiet moment elsewhere. After a brief pause, she decided, "Let's take it to go."

Spencer nodded in agreement and politely requested the bill. As he settled the payment, a sense of resolve settled in him, guiding his actions as they left the restaurant. The cool night air caressed their skin as they walked towards Spencer's car parked just around the corner. He opened the passenger door for her, a gesture that was both chivalrous and intimate.

As they drove through the city streets, (Y/N) couldn't shake off the feeling of curiosity that gnawed at her mind. Why were they headed to Spencer's apartment instead of hers, as she had anticipated? Her thoughts raced, trying to find an explanation for this unexpected turn of events.

Upon arriving at his apartment building, Spencer handed her the to-go boxes with their desserts before unlocking the door. A sense of bewilderment washed over (Y/N) as she followed him inside. Before she could voice her confusion, Spencer moved behind her and gently covered her eyes with his hands, guiding her further into his apartment.

The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air as (Y/N) let herself be led by Spencer through the dimly lit hallway. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and curiosity, her trust in him unwavering as he guided her with careful steps. The soft shuffle of their feet echoed in the corridor, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of her own pulse.

After what felt like an eternity of darkness behind her closed eyelids, Spencer's hands finally left (Y/N)'s eyes, revealing a mesmerizing sight before her. As she blinked away the temporary blindness, a gasp escaped her lips at the magical scene that unfolded in front of her.

The room was transformed into a whimsical wonderland – an elaborate pillow fort stretched across the space, twinkling with fairy lights that cast a warm, inviting glow. Soft blankets cascaded down like waterfalls, creating nooks and crannies that held the promise of cozy comfort. The air was scented with old books, eucalyptus, and lavender, adding to the ethereal atmosphere that surrounded them.

Spencer watched (Y/N) with bated breath as she took in the sight before her. The flickering lights danced across her face, illuminating the awe and wonder reflected in her eyes. It was a moment frozen in time, suspended between reality and a dream.

"Happy birthday, (Y/N)," Spencer's voice was barely a whisper, filled with a vulnerability that he had never dared to show before.

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, moved by the effort and thoughtfulness he had put into creating this enchanting surprise. She turned to face him, her heart overflowing with emotions she struggled to put into words.

"Spencer, this is... it's perfect," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion. She reached out to grasp his hand, holding onto it as though afraid this magical moment would slip away if she let go.

As they settled into the cocoon of blankets and pillows, Spencer grabbed his laptop from his desk and popped a DVD into the disc player. The opening to a movie he had never seen but had heard her talk about multiple times, Clueless, played in the background but all he could do was look at her. Under the twinkling of the fairy lights he could almost swear she had to be a fairy herself. That’s the only thing he could think of that would explain her beauty.

As the movie played on (Y/N) explained to Spencer that it was actually an adaptation of her favorite novel by Jane Austen, Emma, which did little to make him feel the main character was more likeable but watching her happily chatter about the movie filled him with a sense of comfort and affection. This is how it should always be, he thought to himself, wrapping his arms around her as she settled against his chest.

They sat and cuddled in a comfortable silence until it was broken by her voice, soft and timid as she said, “hey Spence?”

“Hm?” He hummed into her hair, his eyes closed.

“Why did you do all of this?” She queried, sounding like she was on the verge of tears, which immediately pulled Spencer from his half asleep haze.

Spencer thought about his next words carefully, taking so long that (Y/N) was about to ask if he had fallen asleep before he finally responded. “After seeing you so heartbroken last night and seeing how Warren just tossed you aside like you didn’t matter I just felt like I should show you how much it means to me that you exist." His voice was gentle, barely a whisper as he confessed the depth of his feelings for her.

(Y/N) felt her breath catch in her throat at his words. The vulnerability in his voice touched her heart in a way she had never experienced before. She turned to look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and care reflected back at her.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she reflexively leaned into his hand as he reached to cup her cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "Spencer," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion, "you didn’t have to—I’m not worth all this—I-I don’t—"

He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her words. "That’s what I’ve spent all day trying to show you, (Y/N). You are worth it. You are worth everything to me," he whispered, his gaze unwavering.

In that moment, (Y/N) felt a rush of emotions swell within her, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming gratitude. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into Spencer's eyes, seeing a depth of love and sincerity that she had never expected to find. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

As they sat there, suspended in time, (Y/N) felt a gentle tug at her heart urging her to lean forward. She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty clouding her mind as she debated the implications of such a gesture. Could she allow herself to be vulnerable again after everything she had been through? Was it worth risking her heart for the possibility of something more?

But before she could overthink it any further, Spencer's gaze softened even more as he leaned in towards her. In the briefest moment of hesitation, his lips hovered centimeters away from hers, silently asking for permission. And just as he began to pull back, (Y/N) plunged forward, closing the distance between them as she pressed her lips against Spencer's. It was a tender, tentative kiss filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had lingered between them for so long. The world seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment, their hearts beating in harmony.

Spencer was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but as he felt (Y/N)'s warmth against his lips, all doubts and insecurities melted away. When they finally pulled away, they were both met with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. There was a charged energy in the air, a newfound connection that sparked between them like a flame igniting in the darkness.

"(Y/N)," Spencer whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he searched her eyes for confirmation.

(Y/N) simply smiled, a radiant expression that lit up her face with joy and relief. “I love you, Spencer,” falls from her lips before she crashes them back against his.

[starkwlkr]

let the light in (sv5)

cause i love to love, to love, to love, you i hate to hate, to hate, to hate you — lana del rey

i wait for you masterlist

ABU DHABI

The following morning, Sebastian had woken up to Sofia on his bed while he was on the sofa in the most uncomfortable position ever. He was pretty sure his body would ache for the rest of the day. Sofia was perfectly fine, apart from a small headache from last night’s previous events. She sat in Sebastian’s bed watching reruns of the Golden Girls.

“Morning, champ. I thought you weren’t going to wake up until the afternoon.” Sofia chuckled.

“You thought wrong. I’m actually going to be productive . . as soon as my bones stop aching.”

“Let’s go get breakfast, my treat.” Sofia said as she stood up, letting the sheets fall to the ground. She had slept in one of his shirts and her favorite pair of silk pajama shorts, something Sebastian liked. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She said to him before leaving his room.

On her way out, she had bumped into into Mark and Fernando, who were also on their way to get breakfast. “Hey.” The woman greeted them casually as she walked back to her room.

“Hi?” Mark gave a tiny wave then looked at the room she had just come out of.

“Are they . . . you know?” Fernando questioned Mark.

The Aussie shrugged. “I don’t know. . .” They stayed silent for a few seconds then heard the hotel room door open once again. Sebastian, with his hair all messy, walked outside. “Hey mate, what’s going on?” Hoping they would get an answer out of him.

“Not much.”

Fernando wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Are you and Sofia seeing each other?”

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled clearly embarrassed.

“Me and Sofia? Why? Who’s asking?” Sebastian was fully awake now.

“Me.” Fernando replied. “I did hear one guy from MotoGP was thinking of asking her out. I can’t remember his name though.”

Suddenly Sebastian felt like his world came crashing down. Someone else had a crush on Sofia? No, that couldn’t be true.

“MotoGP? So . . . We should find out who because those MotoGP guys are not good enough for Sofia.” Sebastian confidently said. “They’ll break her heart and probably leave her crying.”

“Oh! I remember his name!” Fernando said. “Casey Stoner!”

“Another Aussie?” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully.

“Funny.” Replied Mark, followed by a deep sigh. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you, you’re going to do it anyway, but just remember that I warned you.”

“You’re such a dad or maybe like an older brother. Are you an older brother? You give me dad vibes though.” Fernando told Mark as the pair walked away to the elevator.

Sebastian brushed it off and thought about his choices. He could either tell Sofia about his true feelings and possibly get rejected or say nothing and watch the love of his life be with someone else. . . Why did life have to be so confusing?

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself. “Fuck!” He said rather loudly which caused Mark and Fernando to give him some confused looks.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s the world champion, he’s got nothing to worry about.” Fernando said as the elevator doors opened.

‘If only you knew’ Mark thought to himself.

—

Sofia was talking to Jenson when Sebastian spotted her in the lobby. She had some denim shorts and a simple white shirt that fit a little big on her. She said goodbye to Jenson since he was leaving for his flight. It was all fine until she turned around to face Sebastian. On her shirt was a Casey Stoner graphic. Sebastian could feel his world come crashing down. Yeah it was just a shirt, but it felt like a thousand knives stabbing his heart. Dramatic? Yeah, but this was Sebastian we’re talking about.

“Nice shirt.” He looked at her outfit.

“Thanks! I got it a few months ago, well I didn’t buy it. Casey gave it to me when some friends and I went to a MotoGP race. We should go to a race together, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sofia encouraged.

“Casey? You two are on first name basis now?” He wondered.

“Well that’s his name?”

“Yeah, but . . . Never mind.”

All Sofia said was a simple “okay?”

Instead of being the usual talkative person, Sebastian stayed rather quiet during their entire breakfast. He would occasionally make a little conversation, but he didn’t make an effort, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sofia.

“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” She had enough of the quietness that Sebastian was giving. “You’re acting weird and honestly, Seb, you’re upsetting me in front of my waffles.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He replied.

“Now you’re being an asshole. What’s wrong? Are we not friends?”

Friends. That hurt.

“Yes, but nothing is wrong.”

It was clear that he had made the wrong choice, one that he would regret for so many years.

[stargirlstabber]

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[basilone]

71) a crucifix and a thigh tattoo for whoever strikes your fancy!

Thank you very much for sending this! 💙 When I saw it, I immediately went "this is a John Brady thing" and that naturally led to a "Brady as tattoo artist"-AU that I didn't even know I needed until I had it. 😂 Soooo. I'm sharing the goodies.

“That looks really blasphemous.”

John exhales softly as the latest line, by some miracle, still ends up looking straight despite her snicker of amusement. “What does?” he asks, wiping at her skin just to check. Yeah. Straight line. “Stop moving, Maddie”– he adds, tapping her hip in warning –“unless you want these flowers to look wonky.”

“Sorry,” she says, booming her apology around the shop with all the aplomb of a woman who’s never been quiet a day in her life. Her next words are slightly quieter. Reserved only for him, if he listens closely enough. “Your necklace. It was on my thigh.”

He grunts, squinting at the rest of the linework that still needs doing. “And?”

“Crucifix on a demon? I’m surprised I didn’t catch fire.” She snickers again, louder once more, nodding at her leg. “See what I mean?”

John glances down, sighing as he realizes his gold chain has indeed escaped his shirt. Half his crucifix is dancing a slow pattern on her thigh, almost as if it is following the lines of the many peacock feathers that adorn the demonic figure he has painstakingly tattooed on her. He’d laughed when she’d first shown up with the idea for it – something from a French illustrated dictionary of demons, fine-lined and intricate – and the flowers he is crafting on her skin now flow forth from the topmost feathers well enough.

“I see it,” he says, mouth quirking around a smile he can’t bite back. “You should really get that angel done on your other thigh, Maddie”– he bows back over his work, not bothering to tuck his necklace back into his shirt –“instead of relying on me to save whatever’s left of your soul.”

“Oi!” Her indignance is a playful bark, as is the tease that follows. “Do you treat all your very beautiful paying customers like that, John?

“I’ll let you know,” he says evenly, starting work on the next petal, “once I find one.”

Maddie’s groan thankfully is not accompanied by any further movement on her part. He smiles to himself as she taps the table twice. You win, she says without speaking. Concedes her defeat more easily than he would, though he has a hunch she’ll try and find something else to win over him before the session’s done.

She always sits without complaint. Marathons a tattoo session the way Bucky Egan marathons baseball reruns, which is as admirable as it is mildly terrifying. He knows to clear his schedule for her. Gets Evelyn to run out for lunch and dinner, in the rather vain hopes that the girl will somehow find her voice somewhere between all the order mix-ups. He hasn’t had to threaten Maddie into eating in the shop since that first session when she’d almost fainted, with Buck’s mild tsk sound the only warning John had gotten just in time.

“You still good?” he asks, all the same, even though it hasn’t been twenty minutes since he last asked. Taps a pattern of don’t lie to me on her lower belly, just above her waistband. “Feeling okay?”

“Peachy, John,” she sighs, head tipping back onto his table when he wipes the excess ink off her skin. “I like this area a lot, it’s a fucking good ache you’re giving me. Don’t know what the heck Max was complaining about”– she continues, obviously remembering Maxine’s loud bitching session on Lottie’s table as well as he does –“because it ain’t as bad as the one you tried on my foot.”

“The one you almost kicked me in the nuts about some four times before Lottie finally quit laughing herself sick and took pity on me,” he grumbles, holding her steady on his table with one hand splayed out on her stomach. “I think Buck’s still got a photo of it that he’s keeping as blackmail material.”

“Blackmail material for you or for me?”

“Me,” he answers, shrugging as he dots a few short lines at the heart of her new flower. “Buck’s not that mean about you girls.”

“Unless your name is Lottie and he’s stinkin’ mad at you.”

John lets out a snort. Leans his arm on her and bends over the last line, which he has planned to sweep up to her ribcage. “They’ll make up. Last time she punched him before they made up and he got weirdly proud about that.” He rubs a small circle on Maddie’s stomach as he hears her sharper breath intake. “Breathe it through, Maddie,” he murmurs, keeping his voice soft and his touch even softer amid the sharp needle punctures, “that’s it. Good. You’re doing great today.”

She sounds almost drowsy. “Yeah?”

“Like a real angel.”

“Means a lot, John, comin’ from a Catholic and all. You’re still trying to balance my scales, huh?”

“Well,” he remarks, working as quickly as he can in the area he knows aches the most, “I’d have you know angels aren’t like those Cupid garden statues you keep thinking I’d tattoo on you. Real angels are beautiful and terrifying at the same time.”

“How does that work?” she asks, softer-voiced than he’s ever heard.

“They exist so close to God that the human mind cannot comprehend what it sees. We know there’s beauty in that – in the colors of a gemstone, the glowing coals of a fire, whatever they are likened to – but also a deep and strange sense of being other, of a sort? They do introduce themselves with be not afraid,” he remembers, as lost in his knowledge as he is in the very last of this line on her skin, “and I believe at least one prophet saw many eyes and many wings.”

Maddie’s voice doesn’t rise above a whisper. “Maybe you should draw a real angel on me after all, John. Just to be sure.”

“Next time I will,” he promises, and tucks his crucifix back into his shirt.

[chiyoso]

Hiiiii

I am checking in on some of my mutuals because I was away for a while.

How are you? I hope you have been eating and sleeping well. If not, imma haunt your dreams 😼

Your new work was so nice *chefs kiss*

Don’t push yourself too hard, love and make sure you are kind to yourself, okay?

Treat yourself the way you would treat your favs. That helps a ton

And and I love you 🥰 and I am here for you so reach out whenever you feel like it, okay?

WELCOME BACK NAT!!!! im so glad you're back!!!

your absence was definitely noticed!!! i missed you!! hehe, and thank you for my recent work, its just a silly impulse drabble derived from my sudden innate desires the night i published it!

with how i'm faring... it's been really hard for me to type anything into my drafts, that includes the violinist x alhaitham reader im cooking up, along with the long ass scaramouche fic that im prioritizing right now, but eventually ill get them both out! - OH and ive recently met alhaitham in the archon quest!!! HE'S SO DREAMY AND CUNNING AND CALCULATIVE I HAVE A CRUSH AND HE CALLS OUT TO ME TO WRITE ABOUT HIM AAAHHHH

gahhh i miss your writing too! i find myself rereading your lyney fic when im in need of lyney (which is often) i also cant wait for my own requests too! you've been hard at work right? dealing with whatever life throws at you? i just wanted to let you know, thank you for being there for me! as a writer, friend and a mutual

ilysm nat! may alhaitham come home to you in his next rerun hehe

[nogenderbee]

The world of rng...you gotta love your stay there me with multiple def sands with crit stats... I swear, I would do almost anything to get a skip button on their game AND trading system for artifacts cuz those in the back aren't getting any younger D:

I'm pulling for silver wolf since she is on the next phrase I believe? Though it's not guaranteed since I literally got topaz a few days before they announced the next banners...if I don't get her, that's fine since that's mean I'm guaranteed a luocha. I don't really have anyone else in mind besides those two for now.

FOR REAL!! They are really good at making pretty and likeable characters to be honest, I don't think I have anyone that I dislike? Well besides the traveler and paimon...lately, they become almost unbearable to watch...? Idk how to describe it but I get a little mad with how they treat the twins like I get they lie but it's not like they did it to hurt you :( What about you? Is there a character like that to you?

Omg YES, like I can understand why they won't make character trading, lots of scammers, but artifact trading? I don't see a problem as long as you keep the 5★ for 5★ rule! Sure, stats may be bad that's why they should definitely let us see what others stats are before making final decision. It would literally make life's of manys so much easier!!

Waaait Silver is on next phase?! I didn't watched the HSR stream because I choose to watch the Genshin one but omg if there's actually Silver rerun I might be a little fucked- I mean I have some crystals thanks to the long event that's on right now but still- Well either way I'm gonna pull and even if I won't get Silver, I'm gonna be hoping for Gepard or so since I also want him in my 2nd team!

YES, I mean, I was a big Lumine lover but all the forcing on Furina... and overally how they acted in Fontaine? It just made me kinda dislike them... They're literally on friendly terms with Childe, Harbinger who tried to literally kill them and yet they hate on 3 siblings for being in Fatui even tho all they did was rescue them!!!

I love the angst but make it have sense ToT

So yeah recently, Traveler and Paimon got a bit down on my list but besides that I don't think I have character that I hate really... like there's really little characters I dislike...

[unhingedwomandiaries]

My brain decided to be a proper cunt last night and stage a reunion tour of my Greatest Trauma Hits™.

I hate subconscious minds that think they're fucking Netflix, streaming unwanted reruns of your worst moments.

There I was, living my best life in dreamland, channeling my inner domestic goddess in my old flat. Making pizza from scratch like some sort of functioning adult. Flour everywhere, looking like I'd gone ten rounds with a cocaine dealer's warehouse.

I hate dreams that start nice just to lull you into a false sense of security.

Then - because apparently my brain thinks it's directing some sort of psychological horror film - guess who shows up? That's right, my ex. The one whose face I'd love to redesign with a cheese grater.

I hate exes who show up in dreams when they should stay in the hell they crawled out of.

One minute I'm reaching for pizza, the next I'm getting a reminder of why I fantasize about feeding him to XL Bullies. His hands around my throat, fist connecting with my bad eye - the greatest hits album nobody fucking asked for.

I hate my brain's trauma department, for not understanding the concept of "archived files."

Managed to break free and do my best Usain Bolt impression, only to run straight into his mother. Because apparently this nightmare needed a bonus track. There she was, face like a bulldog chewing a wasp, ready to explain why her precious boy couldn't possibly be at fault.

Found myself trying to explain boundaries to her. Might as well have been trying to teach a pig to sing opera. Actually, the pig would probably have been more receptive. At least it wouldn't have given me that look - you know, the one that says "My son's an angel and you're just a lying whore."

I don't like people who victim-blame. Hope they step on Legos every day for the rest of their lives.

Then I woke up, drenched in sweat and ready to commit murder. Brilliant. Because that's exactly what I needed - a midnight screening of "How I Survived Domestic Violence: The Director's Cut."

Never mind that I'm happily married now to someone who wouldn't hurt a fly (unless the fly really deserved it). No, let's revisit the time when my face was used as a punching bag by Great Value Brand Chris Brown.

Maybe next time my subconscious can treat me to something more pleasant. Like being eaten alive by sharks. Or falling into a volcano. You know, light entertainment.

P.S. If my ex is reading this (he's not, he can barely read), hope you choke on your own tongue, you absolute waste of DNA.

[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel! I want to first say happy early birthday in case I miss your actual birthday!

I've recently finished reading "Love & Luck" by Jenna Evans Welch and "In Five Years" by Rebecca Serle. They're both pretty good, but disclaimer "In Five Years" does have some intimate scenes. However my favorite books would have to be "The No-Show" by Beth O'Leary and "Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine" by Gail Honeyman. Do you have any favourite books? I'm always looking for new books to read.

That's the perfect setting to read the twst manga. The moment is calling to you! I honestly didn't even know twst released a manga, but I hope you enjoy them! Each one that gets delivered will be like a gift for future you. Twst always did have the best art so it's great to hear that translated well into physical copies.

How'd pulling for masquerade Idia go? Hoping for good news.

Of course I will read every single one. And don't apologize for the length, I will enjoy every detail!

All your OCs are so cute! I adore every single one of them. And your drawing is so good! You should give yourself more credit, they're not just "mediocre".

I love how you came up with different personalities, partners, and unique magics for all of them. Every time I read them I kept thinking "this is absolutely genius!" The designs are also so pretty, the colours and details all fit so well with each of their concepts. I loved reading their background stories too, especially the details in Melanie's background! It's very interesting to read more about them and also their encounters and dynamics with their respective partners.

Thank you for sharing your OCs with us!! It was truly a treat to learn more about all of them and to admire the details you put into each one. I love all of them so much!! If they were in the twst game, I would definitely save up to pull for all of them.

I hope you take care Hazel and stay warm! -berry anon

Hiya Berry!

First of all, thank you!

aahhh I had to look up all of those books, because I didn't recognize all of the titles. Strangely enough, even though it's 90% of what I write here and read in fanfics, I read extremely little romance in regular literature? The premises of these seem really nice though, especially "in five years"! And I saw that Eleanor Elephant is completely fine may be picked up for a movie, although that might have been slowed down and/or cancelled cause of covid since the last news was 2018 :( cause it seems like a feel-good movie i would watch haha

My favorite books at the moment are a little bit all over the place. Not to be a tiktokbook girlie, but I REALLY loved A good girls guide to murder? Most of the books I read are Thriller/Horror, and I picked up some YA thrillers to be able to have some fast reads. And that one was amazing, I flew through it, and even though it was YA, it didn't really feel juvenile, it was super engaging.

For cozy vibes I absolutely loved Convenience Store Woman and The Cat who saved books. Both are Japanese novels and the translations gave me such a cozy feeling? Really loved them. I am also in a feminist bookclub and the books I really loved of our past reading year were Against the Loveless World and Girl, Woman, Other. Not books I would read unprompted, but really loved for the bookclub!

I really need to dive back into reading (both manga and books) proper. I have been writing and gaming a lot more, but have been leaving all my books neglected as my to-be-read pile is looking at me judgingly.

As for Masquerade Idia... he actually came home on the VERY FIRST single key i used. I nearly cried I am so happy. I was in time to pull for the 1 of a kind Grim SSR too, and that one came before 40, So I pulled on masquerade Malleus and got him too TwT all the luck vibes have been working. With the triple showcase rerun, I will pull till the pity (I don't really care if I get the Azul card or a dupe). And then I have still a first pity saved up for the next event. With book 7 coming, either the Sunset Savannah hometown event or a Lilia card will be the next ones I am aiming for UwU

And thank you for all the love on my OC's. I re-read parts of my answers and it was loads of rambling, but I am glad you enjoyed them, I really love my girls and I want to write some silly little blurbs for them soon!

Happy late halloween, and I look forward to seeing you appear again in the cold winter months! <3

[meimeimeirin]

UWAAAA rin jie, i'm glad you liked the gift! it wanted to opt for smth more poetic for your birthday but it ended up being a silly little thing of doing eyeliners for genshin charas instead ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

how i came up with it was super random btw like please— i am not joking but when i was thinking of what to write for your birthday, i literally pulled up the splash arts of zhongli and alhaitham and squinted at them for minutes 😭 until i just went "huh, the both of them wear eyeliners—" and boom! inspo came and i added in some other charas too hehe but the fact that i was staring at them like they're family heirloom portraits (so true /lh) or smth LMAOOO

anyway, how was your day yesterday, rin jie?? did you go out to celebrate anywhere special? >:D my day was pretty alright!! i caved in and spent my guaranteed pity on wanderer to pull for yoimiya (sorry pookie /j) but i still have 120+ pulls left, so i think i might still get him even if i lose my 50/50 when he gets a rerun! DID YOU GET KIRARA BTW?? SHE'S SO CUTE 😭 and i hope your miko is faring well in your care too, hehe~

- lia ʕ⁠ ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT WAAAAGJAHDKSSHKSJD

it ok i love silly fics just as much PLUS it was super floofy and i get to see zhongli placing his head on my palm like a kitty so WORTH IT HDLSHDLS

FAMILY HEIRLOOM PORTRAITS LMAOOOOO ngl woth me as the wife i'm definitely making those family heirloom portraits. their beauty shall be perserved and passed down the generations. our children and grandchildren and grandfrandgrangrandgrandchildren shall know where they got their handsome genes from <3

IT WAS GREAT HEHEHE i was happi the whole day i'm hskdjskd went to a lil tea shop, treated myself to a nice and very fulfilling dinner, and bought myself a few things hehe it wasn't anything too grand since i didn't have anyone to celebrate w/ me physically but i already had an early bday bash with my friends last weekend so 💕 i am satisfied hehe

ohoho congrats for getting yoi!!! yeye 120+ pulls is still a lot and you'll have lots of chances to stock up!! I DIDN'T GET KIRARA SADGE ;w; srsly miko really said "no kitty, only foxy" sobsob i wanted to see if i can pull for al haitham so the moment i got miko i just stopped pulling shdksjdkd

[bunny-rambles]

hi. uhm.

i'm aware i totally disappeared but to be fair i kinda did so on the entire platform lmao. as per january i am, indeed, working full time all the while still having to go to uni! so ahah there's that.

it's just that today it's a very boring day at work, so yeah, i felt like checking up on you? is that weird?

in any case, how do you do? i hope those months have treated you well.

as per me, i am officially a c1 scaramouche haver currently waiting on his rerun to maybe get c2 — i was super lucky with my pulls btw, got my first copy on my first ten pull ahah

i still try to play genshin in my breaks from work, and my biggest pride and joy is the fact that my sumeru teapot is thriving.

i wish i had some fun facts to share, but my life has been pretty boring since i started working - unless my clients really fuck up when writing their requests to me, nothing funny ever happens. oh, but today i'll be going with a friend to do a full-night reading of one of the greatest fics that has ever written by an italian author, so that's good ig! also my obsession with bungou stray dogs kicked in again so that's all i'm thinking about 24/7 rn your italian word of the day, it's "nostalgia" — it's written exactly like in english, but the pronounciation is different. there's even a funny italian song with this word in it! in english it would say something along the lines of "nostalgia, nostalgia, what a bitch" (scaramouche might like it, but it's way too bubbly a song for him — if he ever met kazuha tho, i'm sure he'd sing it for him)

i wish you all well! i hope to be able to hear (read, mayhaps?) your stories again

sending a strong hug, tvb <3

- 🍓

hello dear,

it’s been a while, hasn’t it? we both kind of went off the deep end and disappeared for a little bit.

I know you wrote this a while ago, but I’m going to answer it anyway, and I hope you’re still around to read it.

it’s not weird, no. I’ve wanted to know what you’ve been up to, and I’m glad you have a job and seem to be doing well.

I have had many ups and downs over these months, and at the moment I’m in a bit of a limbo. I don’t know how I feel. But summers soon, so I guess I don’t have to think much about that, and I can just enjoy the nice weather (which is rare here)

nice, join the c1 club :,) I’m so happy you managed to get him, he’s very fun to play and he’s probably never leaving my team. Maybe at some point I’ll have to drop by to see your teapot, hm?

Boring can be nice sometimes. At least things are stable, and peaceful. And I’m glad you still have friends to do those things with. I’m really happy for you.

That song does definitely feel like it would suit our baby Scara, and agreed, nostalgia can be such a bitch.

You can read some stuff from me whenever you like, I believe there’s three new things or so (?) that are in the masterlist, if you want to go see. But no pressure, they’ll always be there whenever you decide to read them again.

Ti voglio bene, berry 🩵

[lwieserce]

my scara's looking great, hope you'll have more luck :] eventually i spent those savings and got him but HHHHHH why can't i win those 50/50s</3

before I sumeru started i had her c0 kdhsjsj

THIS IS ALL FROM SUMERU??? OH GOD😭 I'M SO SORRY.... DID YOU GET CURSED???

[astraldelights]

Still Moments

Synopsis: Steven can have rough days, you decide to make them a bit better.

Content: fluff!! No spoliers

Author's note: my monkey brain compelled me to write this. After watching the 1st episode I felt I had to write this. HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD. He baeby.

'Click'

The door to Steven’s apartment unlocked. Making your way into the cozy but cluttered place, you got to work.

With the knowledge that Steven would always be working much later than you, a small routine had started to make his rest at home more comfortable. Just doing little things like picking up the trash bin and clearing it conveniently whenever you came over to the apartment. It was always filled to the brim. Walking over to the fish tank, you greeted one of the two residents of this apartment.

“Hey Gus, had an interesting day? I know I didn't. "

"What do fishes do all day anyway.” Pausing for a response that never came.

“Swimming I guess.” You answered back for the fish. Grabbing his food from the side, you sprinkled it and watched as he globbed up the floating specks.

“Now that your dinner is done I suppose it's time for mine too.” No response again from the illusive fish.

You walked off to take a quick shower before starting your own and Steven's dinner. The fridge door swung open, it was almost empty except for a few pieces of chicken and lettuce. You needed to restock it, but well that was a chore for tomorrow. Taking them out, you prepared simple chicken sandwiches with mayo. After eating your own portions you left two for Steven. Not really much appetite left for a dead tired man and with limited ingredients you didn't make too much for him.

Moving to the TV you sat down on the couch you got him for Christmas. When he first received the gift he seemed shocked, he wasn't very used to people being nice to him. Mostly with the fact that people treat him like a pest. It also doesn’t seem he’s close to any other family members that are not his mom and even she never visits. Previously, he’d only have a roller chair in the apartment. However when you started hanging out at his place more, he had another person to watch the history channel with, but only one chair. You decided to fix that. While the couch was a hassle to move into the already cluttered apartment, you still made it fit.

Sitting on its soft cushions, the TV droned on in the background as you drifted off.

' I hope he’s home soon '

-

‘Click’

The door unlocked. Steven walked in, exhausted to the bone.

“Gus,I'm home”

He dragged his feet in and saw you sleeping on the couch as the Television continued showing reruns of old Wheel of Fortune episodes. Steven kissed your forehead lightly before heading to the kitchen. However, that light affectionate gesture had woken you up from your rest. You slowly got up from the couch, following Steven to the kitchen.

“Looking for something to eat? I made you some sandwiches but i should probably heat them up first, and you can shower first”

“Thanks babe” He smiled with a sleepy face, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

-

Placing the chicken sandwiches in the microwave, you waited as he freshened up. When you first met Steven, you thought he was awkward and a bit weird, but he still had a certain charm to him. You couldn't really describe it, but one thing led to another and after a few dates you started dating. Although it was difficult at the start trying to understand some of his ‘certain’ habits, you got used to them. Loving him, quirks and all.

‘Beep! Beep! Beep!’

The microwave called out, drawing your attention back to the present. You carefully took out the hot plate and placed the sandwiches on the counter. Steven exited the shower and placed a towel on top of his head. Dragging a chair to the counter, Steven sat down beside you and started eating his food. You stared as he ate, appreciating his deep brown eyes. You brushed his wet hair from his face, tracing your finger through his thick brown locks. The moment was still, peaceful. A contrast to the chaos of daily life, it seemed like time stood still with him there. You could just appreciate each other's presence, no words needed to be exchanged.

Both of your minds thinking, "How did I end up with someone like you?"

-

Lit lavender candles on the table, you snuggled up on the couch with Steven. He laid his head on your chest, enjoying the calming scent that was given off from the candles. The channel had been switched to his favourite, the History channel. While he laid in comfort, it still seemed his mind was troubled.

“I fed Gus, he said his day was boring. I think fish don’t do much, do they?”

“Yeah, they mostly just get to swim all day. Although, I might prefer that than facing Donna at the Museum.”

“Was it that bad? Did she call you ‘stevie’ again?” You traced circles in his hair. He relaxed further into your embrace with this comforting gesture.

“Something like that. But only you are allowed to call me that.” He huffed. You laughed slightly at this, he was so cute.

“Well, do you want to talk about it, ‘stevie’?”

With that comment he blushed at the nickname you had given him. He nuzzled his face into your neck,”Not really babe, i j-just want to enjoy this right now”

You silently agreed and let him rest. Turning your eyes to the television, it had seemed his favourite segment of the history channel had started. Ancient Egypt 101. Steven tried to intently watch the program, but it had seemed his fatigued state would not let him.

“His soul will be judged by 42 assessor gods who must be convinced that he has lived a righteous life.” The television program spoke.

“Did you know-yawn- there was an artefact called the heart scarab amul-yawn-et that would allow the user to not reveal the sins they committed as they…” Steven tried to continue on explaining but it seemed that his exhaustion had taken over.

You patted his head gently,”Rest Steven, I'll still be here in the morning.”

With his final bit of energy he said, “ Thank you love, for all this”

With the lavender scent and the comfort of your embrace, he had finally allowed his hectic mind to rest.

[deepdarkdelights]

Mistletoe | Sope x Reader 

Pairing: Sope x Reader 

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Kidnapping, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Drugging, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Binding the MC

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: There was mistletoe strung up at the top of the doorframe. This just screamed Hoseok’s doing and now you were internally cursing him wherever he may be in the damn house. 

“It is a tradition, isn’t it?” He mused, “You know the rules.” 

Who even made it a tradition anyway? Who decided that it was a good idea to kiss a stranger underneath a plant that had the toxic potential to kill you? 

A/N: Merry early Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! I worked on this for three days straight, be proud of me! I haven’t released a fic since Halloween and I feel so guilty about that, but you know how life gets in the way. I hope you like this fic, it’s not one of the greatest but it is a nice little treat for the season. I hope to see you in my inbox and in my comments, thank you. 💜💜💜

Your eyes were trained on the window across the office, your elbow propped up on your desk and your palm cupping your chin. There was a slow but steady fall of snow outside accompanied by the delicate lace patterns of frost on the edges of the panes. It was beautiful, the very definition of a winter wonderland. 

It was days like these where you wished you loved Christmas. 

The holiday season had never really treated you all too well. You got anxious easily in crowds so it was difficult for you to go to some of your favorite places. Coffee shops, book stores, and boutiques were all clogged up with throngs of people that were just as miserable as you, albeit for different reasons. They were tired of long lines and endless shopping, you were tired of the entire season. 

You considered yourself to be a fairly lonely person, you had become rather accustomed to it. But you would be lying if you said there weren’t some days where you wished you were more cherished.

You disliked the holiday season because it isolated you even more. The few close friends you still had all traveled home for the holidays, doing the natural thing and spending their spare moments of free time with their families. 

You didn’t have that same luxury. You had grown up in a household with a single mother and you were the only child. The memories you had of your mother were far and few in between. She worked two jobs to keep you and herself afloat and that meant picking up every available extra shift. And holidays? Well, those were just time and a half days. Double the paycheck. 

You couldn’t remember a Christmas that you had not spent alone huddled up on the couch and wrapped in a thread-worn blanket as you watched the constant reruns of the same holiday movies you saw every year. 

You couldn’t bear to watch those movies now, they just dragged up old wounds that still leaked around the bandages. 

And now, well, you didn’t really have a family to spend time with. When you were old enough to leave the house your mother could work less and have more time for herself and so she began to enter the world of dating again, and she had struck metaphorical and literal gold. A businessman who had devoted his life to work and was suddenly grieving for the life he never had. Or, in other words, a guy who wanted to spoil your hardworking mother rotten. 

He was nice enough, he never stepped over any boundaries, never expected you to call him “Dad” and he treated your mother well. She didn’t have to work any longer and she was busy traveling the world with him. She was finally happy and you couldn’t fault her for that. 

But you couldn’t deny that there was a pit in your stomach, deep-rooted envy that she could leave you behind so easily. It was a deadly game of tug of war between your heart and mind, oftentimes your mind emerging as the victor. But on days like these that were exceptionally cold and fat snowflakes rained down outside, you were transported back to those lonely days in that studio apartment where your heart would win. 

It was easier to be alone. 

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” You heard a voice squeal as a person ran behind you. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

You pressed your lips together to stifle an amused laugh that threatened to bubble up. You scooted backward from your desk, the wheels of your chair faintly squeaking as you pivoted to look at the cubicle beside you. 

Tall, glowing skin, big dark eyes, and ash brown hair, it was your co-worker, Hoseok. His cheeks and ears were flushed a shade of pink from the wind and he was bundled up in a thick jacket and with a scarf that was wrapped around his neck and mouth, his nose just peeking out over the woolen fabric. For a full-grown man, he was obscenely cute. 

He reluctantly shrugged off his coat and slung it around the back of his chair before unwinding his scarf from around his face, revealing that brilliant smile that could thaw the stubborn winter that had settled in. 

The two of you weren’t close by any means, at least not in your mind. Hoseok had such a warm personality with everyone in the office you often failed to realize just how much he catered to you. And although you were a person who had grown accustomed to being alone, you couldn’t deny that a dose of Hoseok every day left you feeling rather warm inside. But only a dose, of course, too much of a good thing is inevitably a bad thing. And the same goes for charming men with dazzling smiles. 

Once he had finally settled into the space he scooped up a carrying tray he had brought with him and rushed over to your cubicle. 

“Merry Christmas!” He shouted excitedly with a little wiggle as he placed the tray on your desk, his long fingers twisting the to-go cup free and sliding it in your direction. 

“Hoseok, Christmas isn’t for another two days.” You reminded him, that familiar resentment swirling in your heart as you pulled the stopper out of your drink, leaning forward to sniff the sweet scent of the peppermint latte. That was the one thing that was bearable about the season, the drinks. 

Hoseok pouted as he leaned against the wall of the cubicle, his fingers tracing the lid of his own cup, “You’re grumpier than usual, what’s going on?” 

“I’m grumpy just because I corrected you?” You asked with a slow blink before attempting to take a sip of your latte only to flinch away when the all-too-hot liquid scalded the tip of your tongue. 

“Yes, exactly, I’m glad that we’re both on the same page here,” he chuckled, “Seriously though, what’s going on? Everyone else is so excited, it’s our last day of work before the holidays! You should be happy, especially to see me!” He added with a wink. 

You felt a slight twitch of your eyebrow from his words. You were well aware you weren’t like most people around this time of the year but you weren’t going to spill your sob story to a guy you barely knew. The same guy you barely knew that persisted to bring you new caffeinated drinks every day despite your protests. You had heard from around the office that men and women alike were jealous of your interactions with Hoseok, and you could understand that. But what they didn’t see was how painfully one-sided the interactions were. What had you ever given Hoseok in return? Now that, that did inspire some guilt inside of you. 

“I just have a lot of work to get done so that I don’t fall behind when we come back. It’s just annoying is all.” You sighed, you weren’t necessarily lying, but you weren’t telling the entire truth. 

And it seemed as if Hoseok could sense that, his shoulders sagging slightly as he looked away before speaking again, “I heard Yoongi offered you a ride home last night but you turned him down.”

Yoongi, another one of your co-workers as well as Hoseok’s roommate. Yoongi was a peculiar case. He was very good at making you feel uncomfortable. He was known as the quiet one around the office which was what made it so jarring to learn that he lived with Hoseok. You couldn’t imagine the two of them sharing a living space, that was of course until you saw Hoseok make him laugh and he, in turn, would joke around with him. He had an adorable smile and an even better laugh, but both of those things were never given to you or anyone else in the building. 

Hoseok was right, Yoongi had offered to give you a ride home last night. The snowfall had thickened considerably and would make the walk to the metro all the more troublesome. But you decided that walking was better than being trapped in a car, alone, with him. You found solace in the idea that there were other people in the building, but being alone with Yoongi was something you would try to avoid. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Yoongi, it was just like you said, he made you uncomfortable. There were times where you could feel his pitch-black gaze digging into you as you sat at your desk. It was unwavering and intense, like a tiger stalking a gazelle. 

Technically, he never did anything wrong. It was the feeling that curled deep in your stomach that made you so skittish around him. It was the sense that you shouldn’t cross him, he had an imposing aura without even trying. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want to trouble him. Besides, the metro isn’t very far.”

“That’s not the point though, the point is that it isn’t safe for you to walk home alone at night.”

“Trust me, Hoseok, I am well aware of that. I can handle myself fine enough.”

“It’s cute how stubborn you are, really,” He said, his face telling a different story, “But for once would you let someone look out for you? We just want you to be safe.”

“We?” You echoed, your brows pinched together. 

“Me and Yoongi, we care about you, you know that.”

No, no you didn’t. You couldn’t tell if he was lying or if you were oblivious, or if your childhood had left a phantom scar on your psyche and you were exceptionally bad at deciphering whether people cared for you or not. Sure, Hoseok brought you coffee every day but he was just being nice. He was just being Hoseok. And Yoongi, well you really couldn’t tell if he cared at all. Maybe he did and you were just bad at noticing, he did offer to take you home after all. Maybe the way he showed that he cared was far more subtle than that of the average person. 

Maybe…maybe you were the one in the wrong here. 

You looked away from Hoseok, nervous that your face would betray what you were feeling. 

“You, you do know that? Right?” He asked you, leaning into your space even more. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was concerned. 

“You shouldn’t worry so much, Hoseok. I’m fine.” 

“Usually when people say they're fine, that means that they’re not.” 

“What are you my therapist now?” You retorted snarkily, “Go get some work done, you can’t hang around me all day.” 

A frown settled on his heart-shaped lips as he looked you in your eyes, there was determination in their depths, one that made you shift in your seat uncomfortably. 

“You know what? You should come over to my place tomorrow, spend Christmas Eve with me and Yoongi.”

“What?” You nearly choked, the very idea itself setting you on edge. 

Hoseok gripped the armrests of your chair and swung you around to face him before he leaned in even closer, his arms caging you in and effectively making you feel trapped and cornered as if you had nowhere else to go. 

“You heard me! We’ll throw a good old-fashioned Christmas office party! I’ll invite everyone on our floor. It'll be so much fun!”

Your heart lurched at the notion of such a party. Not only would you be stuck with Yoongi and the slightly more bearable Hoseok, but also everyone from work you rarely spoke to. You were used to your isolated Christmas, content with it even. This was far too great of a change. 

“I can’t, that’s such short notice.” 

“Why? Do you have plans?” He asked, the smile falling from his face as his tone flattened out. He seemed almost agitated. Like the idea of you being with someone else disturbed him. 

You were silent in return. You couldn’t deny that you had no plans and, not to mention, he was practically towering over you, trapping you in your chair. Hoseok had suddenly embodied Yoongi’s imposing nature physically. And, to be honest, you felt more stifled by him than you had ever felt with Yoongi. Once the silence began to stretch too long and he realized that you were in fact not saying that you were busy, his smile returned although it was softer and more pleading. More like the Hoseok you knew. 

“Come on, think of it as a way to pay me back for your morning coffee.” 

So, he had resorted to guilt-tripping you. You hated owing people, you never owe anyone anything. Ever since you realized that you had to be independent and self-sufficient, you never relied on anyone. You were the only thing that was constant in your life. But now, Hoseok had secretly collected all of your debts to him and was offering compensation in one simple request. You would do this one thing and then you would never take another drink from him ever again. 

You were right, you were the only person you could ever fully rely on. 

You sighed, pushing your feet against the floor and inching backward in your chair. “Text me the time and the address.”

“Thank you!” He squealed. “I promise you, you won’t regret this!” 

~~~~~~~

It was seven o’clock and you were seriously regretting this. 

You stood outside in the frigid winter air and the pitch-black night, your breath misting in front of your face as you stared at the front stoop of the home. There was a trail of footprints behind you in the thickening layers of snow, the walk had been arduous. The lightbulb above the door was flickering in an almost ominous manner as your fingers curled up in your pockets. There was a part of you that desperately wanted to turn around and go back home. But you were tired from the journey you had just made and you were craving the warmth that was ensured a few steps away. 

You took a calming breath, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you collected yourself. You opened your eyes and walked forward with determination, raising your hand up to ring the doorbell before you talked yourself out of it. But, before you could press the glowing button, the door flung itself open as if someone had been eagerly awaiting your arrival. 

Your blood felt like ice, like the winter wind had frozen it over, when you realized who was there. You were face to face with Yoongi, mere inches away from one another. He had an unreadable expression on his face before the corners of his lips twitched and he spoke. 

“Merry Christmas.”

You stared at him dumbly, your mouth feeling as if it had gone dry and your tongue incapable of forming words. 

“Are you going to come inside or are you going to stand in the snow all day?” He asked, his tone slightly teasing but his face blank. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll come inside.” You said with a nod. 

Yoongi stepped to the side, raising his arm up and jerking his head to the right to usher you inside. As soon as you entered the house and the door was closed tightly behind you, you were flooded with warmth. You sighed in content, your fingers and toes scrunching up as heat wrapped you up in its welcome embrace. 

You jumped in surprise as you felt Yoongi come closer to you, his fingers gripping the zipper of your coat and pulling it down, a focused look on his face as he helped you slide your arms free from the sleeves and hang the coat up. 

You looked up at him, confused, startled, and with cheeks that were quickly heating up. 

“You looked like you could use some help with that.” He said, referring to your frozen stance in the doorway.

“Shoes off at the door.” He reminded you, eyes trained on the mat beneath your boots that was steadily becoming wet. 

“Is that who I think it is?!” A voice called from further inside. 

“She’s here, Hobi,” Yoongi called back, his gaze still trained on you as you shuffled out of your boots.

“Come on, he’s in the kitchen.” He stated before nonchalantly grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the other man’s voice. 

Your eyes flickered up and down between his back and his hand that was firmly grasping your own. You were feeling a good blend of embarrassment and discomfort. You and Yoongi barely spoke to one another but now he was undressing you and holding your hand as if the two of you were far more intimate than you really were. You knew Hoseok better than you knew him but he was acting like it was the opposite. 

Yoongi ushered you into the kitchen before stepping back and leaning against the door frame, watching you and Hoseok from a distance. This you were used to, despite it being uncomfortable it was familiar and you were far more content with that than whatever had just gone down between the two of you. 

“There’s my pretty little present!” Hoseok yelled, facing you with a big grin before tightly wrapping you up in his arms, settling his chin on top of your head. 

Your body tensed up once more, your head leaning to the side in an attempt to distance yourself from him. Why was he being so touchy? He never hugged you, sure he toed your boundaries every now and then and you knew he was an affectionate person, but this was way too much for you. 

“Merry Christmas, Hoseok.” You managed to say as he pulled away from you, his hands resting on your shoulders as he gently smiled at you. 

You noticed there was flour dusting his cheek, and not only that, he was wearing a ridiculous apron that said “Let’s Get Baked” over a gaudy red and green sweater. 

“Merry Christmas!” He echoed, “I just threw some cookies in the oven, trust me you’ll love them.”

“Yeah, if you plan on not burning them this year.” Yoongi teased from his spot. 

“You, shut the fuck up, I will not have this slander in my kitchen,” Hoseok yelled in contrast with the gleeful grin that still lit up his face. 

“Um, am I early? It doesn’t look like anyone is here yet.” You finally managed to interject. 

You looked between Hoseok and Yoongi, both of them sharing an equally confused look with one another before Yoongi finally spoke up, “Oh, I’m sure everyone else is just running late, snow’s coming down pretty hard.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure. I’m sure they’ll be here any minute.” Hoseok agreed, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go and get comfortable, I left some blankets on the couch.” He said, gesturing to the living room past Yoongi. 

“I’ll join you in a minute, just let me get cleaned up.” He reassured you, noticing your hesitation as you looked at the space between Yoongi and the doorframe. 

You nodded slowly, watching him disappear around the corner as he headed towards what you assumed was the bathroom through the other door frame. 

You anxiously curled your fingers into your palms as you tried to rush past Yoongi, your gaze trained on the other room, refusing to look at him. But, before you could slide past him he raised his arm up and blocked your path, closing off your escape route and forcing you to look at him in utter confusion. Had he not just heard what Hoseok said? 

“Are you forgetting something, angel?” He asked but it sounded much more like a suggestion. 

You looked at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t think that you were forgetting anything, you hadn’t brought anything into the kitchen with you. 

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips before his eyes flickered up to the ceiling and back down to you. You silently looked at him before craning your head back and attempting to see what was so important and upon seeing said thing your eyes widened comically in horror. 

There was mistletoe strung up at the top of the doorframe. 

This just screamed Hoseok’s doing and now you were internally cursing him wherever he may be in the damn house. 

“It is a tradition, isn’t it?” He mused, “You know the rules.” 

Who even made it a tradition anyway? Who decided that it was a good idea to kiss a stranger underneath a plant that had the toxic potential to kill you? This was the most Yoongi had ever spoken to you, how was it expected that now you would have to kiss him too when his very presence already stressed you the fuck out? 

Yoongi didn’t allow you to stand there and stew in your thoughts for long. You flinched as you felt the cool metal of his rings brush the skin of your jaw, his hands cupping your face before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek dangerously close to your mouth. His lips brushed over the skin of your cheek, they felt so warm and soft your heart immediately quickened from their light touch. He parted from your skin for a moment only to lean back in and press a light kiss to the tip of your nose. 

Once he pulled back, his hands still remained to cradle your face as his tongue slightly peaked out to lick his lips before he gave you a genuine smile, the smile that you had only ever seen him give Hoseok. It was sweet and gummy and would normally warm anyone’s heart. But under your circumstances, you just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. You didn’t like being cornered, you didn’t like to be forced into doing things you didn’t want to do and tonight was seriously testing your boundaries. 

You wanted to go home. 

Yoongi didn’t say anything, he merely slid to the side and allowed you to rush past him in a panic, your flustered footsteps echoing down the hallway as you sped into the living room and instantly plopped yourself down onto the couch. Hoseok had been right, there were a few blankets covering the cushions and without thinking you grabbed a fistful of whatever was there and buried your heated face into the plush material. 

You slowly rubbed your face against the blankets, the soft fabric smoothing over your skin and helping you calm down as you balled up your legs into your chest. 

You just needed to wait, to be patient, before you knew it everyone else would arrive and you wouldn’t feel so frightened. Sure, you may feel a little claustrophobic but that would be preferable to whatever weird energy there was in this house. 

Your grip loosened slightly as you allowed yourself to let out a deep breath that you desperately needed, your chest was starting to feel tight, you were getting panicky. It was nothing new but you still hated that fluttery feeling in your heart and your stomach. You just needed to relax, of course, that was easier said than done. 

“Sweetheart!” Hoseok called, your body jumping in response. 

Sweetheart? That was the second time he had called you that, what was up with that? 

“Wanna pick out a movie? Looks like the snow’s getting worse there’s no telling when everyone else will get here, might as well have a little fun without them.” He laughed, throwing himself down onto the open space beside you causing you to scooch to the side in discomfort. 

“It’s fine, um…you can just pick.” You mumbled, pulling the blanket around you tighter. 

“What? No, you’re our guest you should pick!”

You stayed quiet for a moment, slightly biting your tongue in thought before you finally spoke, “I don’t really like Christmas movies if I’m being honest.” 

Hoseok’s smile fell a little, almost like he was upset that you didn’t want to go along with his plans before his smile returned along with an idea. “I think I have just the movie for you.” 

You raised an eyebrow in questioning as he grabbed the TV remote before pulling up a streaming service. You gently rested your chin on your knees as you watched him. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration as he looked for whatever film he had in mind. You couldn’t help but notice his pretty profile, he had such high cheekbones and a perfectly sculpted jaw. It was hard not to admire him even though some of his behaviors were…questionable. 

Your attention was quickly drawn away from him when Yoongi entered the room, struggling to balance three mugs in his hands. He carefully set one down in front of Hoseok and then the other one down on the far left of the coffee table before he extended the last mug towards you. 

Your eyes darted between the mug and his face, back and forth as you decided what to do. It didn’t take you too long to decide, not when Yoongi was looking at you with a satisfied grin that reminded you of his previous actions in the kitchen. 

You tugged the mug to you, the ceramic steadily warming your hands. The strong scent of peppermint and the warmth of the drink easily persuaded you to go against your own judgments…or did you? You had said before that you would never take another drink from Hoseok, but this was Yoongi and it was your favorite drink and it was just so invitingly warm on such a cold day. It wouldn’t hurt to have one cup. 

“Good girl,” Yoongi murmured as he sat down to your left, effectively sandwiching you in between Hoseok and himself. 

“Ah-ha! Found it!” The aforementioned male cried. 

“Krampus? A horror movie, Hoseok?” Yoongi asked in utter confusion, leaning forward to look at his roommate. 

“Eh, it’s more of a horror-comedy, besides our little guest doesn’t like holiday movies. What could be a better pick than this?”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

“Alright, if you say so.” Yoongi sighed, leaning back into the couch. 

It was now even more awkward than it had been before. All of the lights were dimmed albeit the soft yellow glow of the Christmas tree lights and the garland on the mantel above the fireplace. It was uncomfortably intimate, especially with Hoseok and Yoongi pressed up against you on either side.

You had devoted your attention to three things to distract yourself in such an awkward situation. One being the movie, of course. Two being the front door as you listened painfully for the slightest sound of crunching snow or even better, the doorbell. And three, your hot drink. 

You had been steadily killing it, the extra strong flavor of peppermint not deterring you from gulping it down fervently, especially when you suddenly felt Hoseok’s arm rest itself on your shoulders and Yoongi’s leg pressing against your own as his hand rested on your knee.

God this was so uncomfortable and so weird. 

Your eyes drifted towards the clock, you had to blink a few times before it was readable, your vision even shaking as you attempted to focus on the digital numbers. It was getting late and still no one else had arrived. 

And, to be honest, you weren’t feeling great. You felt light-headed and dizzy, your head having rocked back and forth a few times as you felt as if you were about to pass out. The room was even beginning to spin and your limbs were feeling heavy with dead weight. 

You flinched as you felt Yoongi’s hand slowly move up past your knee, his grip tightening around your upper thigh as your legs weakly tried to pull away. Your head limply lulled to the side only to see Hoseok staring at you. How long had he been staring at you for and it had gone unnoticed by you? 

“Hoseok,” You slurred, “Yoongi, he-”

“Sh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” He sighed, there was not a single trace of a smile or joy on his face, he was completely serious. “Why don’t you drink a little more of your coffee, hm?”

You whined as your head throbbed, Hoseok’s hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head back as he forced the mug to meet your lips. Afraid to choke in your drowsy state, you downed the rest of the cup as he cooed sweet words of encouragement before putting the mug back down and wiping the excess liquid off of your lips with his thumb.

Your body was steadily growing weaker, sagging back into the cushions as you watched him slide his tongue over his finger. 

You could feel Yoongi behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest. 

“There you go, angel,” He whispered against the shell of your ear before pressing another slow kiss to your cheek. You could feel his hands now slowly rubbing up and down your sides, from your waist to the top of your ribcage, and stopping just short of the space under your chest. 

“Stop it,” You whispered weakly, “I want to go home.” 

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re home now, here, with us.” Yoongi replied, nustling his face into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, his warm breath misting over the exposed skin. 

“They’ll come, they’ll be here soon.” You managed to force the words out referring to the other party members that were sure to come. 

“Oh sweetheart, no one else is coming, no one ever was.” Hoseok sighed, his hand cupping your face once more and guiding your weak head up to look at him. 

“But, you said-”

“I know what I said. I told you whatever I could that would get you here. This is how it was always going to be. Just you, me, and Yoongi. Just the three of us.” 

Your mind was completely muddled, just barely managing to process what Hoseok was saying. It was hard enough to focus in the current state you were in, but it was even harder to focus when all you could feel was Yoongi’s hands on your body and his nose and lips softly brushing over your neck as his head slowly moved from side to side. 

“Don’t worry, we’re used to sharing everything anyways.” Yoongi breathed before pressing a kiss to the column of your throat and then another, and another, and another… 

“A house, bills, groceries, this won’t be so different,” Hoseok mused, “Yoongi and I used to fight over you constantly, but once we realized we both could keep you everything became clear.” 

“You won’t…you won’t get away with this.” You struggled to say, causing a sick grin to form on Hoseok’s lips. 

“And who will come looking for you, babe? Who even knows that you’re here? No one at work, that's for damn sure.”

Wet, fat tears quickly began leaking out of your eyes and rushing down your cheeks from pure frustration and despair. You didn’t want this, you wanted to go home, you wanted to be alone. Being alone would be far better than this. 

“Don’t cry, you should be happy. Can’t you see how wanted you are? You drive us crazy. We can’t just let you go now, not when we finally have you where we want you.” 

You whined again, wiggling in irritation as you tried to pull out of Yoongi’s grip only causing his arms to tighten around you as he nipped your neck in warning, forcing your body to be still. 

“Be good for us, we don’t want to have to punish you so soon, not on Christmas,” Yoongi said, giving you a good squeeze. 

“Good girls get rewarded, behave and you can be so happy here,” Hoseok said, jerking your chin up again so that you could look at him through half-lidded eyes. 

You could feel yourself going, you were drifting off against your will. You had fought against whatever they had given you for as long as you could. But, you had always been fighting a losing battle. 

“There you go,” Hoseok hummed, “Don’t fight it anymore, just go to sleep, we’ll take care of you.” 

And before you finally succumbed to the call of sleep you were hit with two jarring sensations; the harsh press of Hoseok’s lips against yours in a heated kiss and Yoongi’s mouth against your neck leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. 

And then, you were gone. 

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It was dark when you woke up again, your head pounding in protest as your eyes attempted to adjust to the dim lighting. Once you were fully conscious you began to notice a few things. One, the clothes that you were wearing were not yours. You were in a baggy pair of sweatpants that you had never seen before as well as an unfamiliar hoodie. Two, your hands were bound together with a red and green ribbon tied securely in a bow, like a Christmas present. 

Like you were a Christmas present. 

And that was when the panic set in, that was when you realized what situation you had gotten yourself into. You had voluntarily walked into your own kidnapping. 

Your body was moving on its own, your fight or flight or freeze response kicking in. You struggled to untangle your legs from the blankets around you, your legs kicking furiously as you rolled over and out of the bed. 

You figured that your best chance of escape would be to book it, to run as fast as you could without stopping. You had no idea where Hoseok and Yoongi were but you didn’t have time to think about that, you needed to go. 

You took a few deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart and before you could stall any longer you took off, grabbing the bedroom doorknob with your bound hands and forcing it to pop open.

Maybe if you hadn’t been so panicked, if you hadn’t been in such a rush, you would have stopped and asked yourself why they felt so comfortable leaving the door unlocked. 

The door flew open so hard it slammed into the wall, the unused lock leaving a dent in the plaster from the force. 

All you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears, your cacophonously loud heartbeat and breathing, and the sound of your feet running over the hardwood flooring. If you had been more collected maybe you would have tried to be quieter, maybe you would have tried to sneak away without drawing any potential attention to yourself. 

Once you reached the front door you undid the lock and pulled, but the door didn’t budge an inch. 

“Come on please, please, please,” You begged, pulling harder on the door in the hopes that it would pop open freely. But it did not.

“No, no, no, no, fuck!” You cried. 

You paused for a moment, your heart thudding even harder as you heard the slow but steady sound of footsteps approaching. They weren’t rushing, they were paced and calm like they already knew that you weren’t going anywhere. 

You tried harder now, shaking the doorknob and the door in hopes that by some miracle it would come unstuck and you would be set free. But you weren’t that lucky. 

You froze as Yoongi came into view, he didn’t look pissed like you expected. Instead, he had a knowing smile on his face as you scurried backward, your back pressing up against the wall. 

Yoongi kept eye contact with you as he pressed one hand against the wall and used the other hand to grip the doorknob. And, with one strong pull, the heavy door popped open with a startling crack. It had been frozen shut. 

He silently gestured for you to come forward, stepping to the side so that you could. You looked at him wearily, your eyes darting between him, the door, and your bound hands. How far could you make it once you ran? Would he come after you? 

You decided to stop thinking and just try, and so you did. You quickly moved forward and swung the door open and prepared to run, only to stop upon the sight before you. 

There was a thick wall of snow in front of you with only a little clearance at the top. You wouldn’t be able to reach it and climb out and if you did you might even fall through the layers of snow and get stuck. The air was colder than anything you had ever felt, if you stood outside for too long without the proper clothes you might get hypothermia or frostbite, or even both. 

It all made sense now, why they left the doors unlocked and why it was so dark when you woke up. Last night, a storm had rolled through that could rival that of the blizzard of 77’. You were trapped, with them and had no way to get out. 

Yoongi slowly closed the door, not bothering to lock it.

“Now, where exactly did you think you were going?”

“Someone will come, they’ll have to clear the snow, you can’t keep me here.” You rushed out, your arms tightening around yourself in a self-soothing manner. 

“And who’s to say we’ll even give you the chance to leave when that happens?” Hoseok said, appearing from around the corner with a disappointed look on his face effectively sending chills throughout your body that were not from the cold. 

“I thought we told you last night to behave, we don’t want to punish you on Christmas but that doesn’t mean that we won’t.” 

You were now realizing just how fucked you were. You were completely at their mercy with no place to run to, no exit in sight. There was no telling how long you were going to be trapped with them or if the storm was even over. 

They had you exactly where they wanted you. 

“Give her a chance, Hobi. She’s just a little confused.” Yoongi said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Besides, we have plenty of time to teach her to be a good girl, don’t we?” 

Hoseok sighed, some of the tension being released from his body as he finally gave you a gentle smile. “You’re right. Come on, sweetheart, we made breakfast.” 

You bit your tongue, far too nervous to speak in fear of finding out just exactly what kind of punishments these two had in mind. 

In some twisted and sick way, you were finally spending Christmas with someone after all of these years. You wished you could go back to being alone again, even being without your mother was better than this. 

“Forgetting something, Hobi?” Yoongi reminded him as Hoseok stopped before he could enter the kitchen. 

Hoseok eyed the ribbons bound around your wrists that were tied in a neat little bow, a look of anticipation lit up his features. 

“Come here, sweetheart,” He called, beckoning you with his hand. 

You stayed still, suddenly more willing to be around Yoongi than Hoseok. You looked at Hoseok in fear, your eyes darting between him and the familiar sight of the toxic mistletoe strung up above his head. 

“I want to unwrap our pretty little present.” 

[kitkatd7]

Hi hun,

Can you write for Bucky taking care of reader while she recovers from surgery? 🤒 I figure I’m a week and a half into my own recovery. I could use some fluff 💜💜

Love Me Well

Pairing: Bucky x Recovering!Reader

Summary: Reader is antsy after being bedridden after surgery, but it's still fluffy <3

Warnings: Mentions of surgery (unspecified reason) if those are even warnings? Fluff. My writing needs it's own warning :\

Word Count: 614

A/N: Hello lovely! I hope you like it! I had no idea where this was going when I started. The reader had surgery on her stomach but it's unspecified what for, I hope that's okay.

Masterlist of Masterlists

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You groan in exasperation, sick of being sick. Well, not sick, but recovering. Recovering and bedridden until your nurse, also known as Bucky, allows you out of bed.

"Baby, don't you think you're being a little excessive?" You say, unable to suppress a chuckle but regretting it when you shift uncomfortably and pain shoots to your incision, a quiet 'hmph' passing your lips.

"No, it's not," he huffs, hovering over you like a mother hen, "you need rest."

"I am resting, I don't need more rest. I need to be able to do something and have something to focus on."

"Focus on getting better, darlin," he tries, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were doin that for me," you tease, tilting your chin up to accept another one, this time on your lips. His are slightly chapped but warm against yours and you melt into him, pulling him nearly on top of you and making him chuckle, his large frame braced against the bed frame as it creaks precariously under his weight.

"Easy, sweetheart, wouldn't wanna pull out those stitches too soon," he reminds, lifting your shirt to check the will-be scar.

You let out an amused huff of air as he drops to his knees beside the bed, his calloused fingers pushing the hem of your, or rather his, faded black t-shirt up over your stomach, revealing your newest battle scar. You fidget uncomfortably, feebly attempting to cover your exposed skin. His hand stops yours, fingers wrapping around your much smaller wrist ever so gently, his eyes finding yours. Knowing your stomach is your biggest insecurity, he keeps his eyes locked on yours as he slowly peppers sweet kisses against your skin, his lips barely ghosting the sensitive area. “I love you,” he drawls, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing slowly. Tears blur your vision and you avert your gaze, trying to blink them away. Not because he said he loves you, but because he means it. “Hey,” he murmurs, his free hand cupping your cheek, tilting your face towards him again, forcing you to look at him. “I love you,” he repeats, trailing kisses across the back of your hand and up your arm slowly. “All of you, darlin. You’re beautiful.” 

A tear slips down your face as you lean into his touch, his lips brush your shoulder and then your collarbone through your shirt. “I love you too,” you whisper, sniffling slightly. “God, I really love you. How’d I get so lucky?” you murmur, leaning forward ever so slightly to capture his lips. A moment that lasts an eternity passes and you pull away, resting your forehead against his contentedly. 

“You’re not lucky, darlin. You deserve to be taken care of. And you deserve someone’s love who’s gonna treat you well. I just happen to be the one lucky enough to get to take that spot in your heart,” Bucky says sincerely, his stormy eyes never leaving yours as more tears trickle down your cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumb tenderly before untangling himself from you slowly, huffing in amusement when you chase his touch. His laughter changes to concern when your face twinges with pain at your attempt to move. 

“Hold still, love,” he admonishes, rounding the bed and ever so slowly crawling across it to you, careful to shift the mattress as little as possible as he settles in next to you. You reach for his hand instinctively as he turns on reruns of Friends and you rest your head on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut to the sound of the tv and Bucky’s breathing as his fingers trace random patterns on your forearm.

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