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writing-the-stars · 2 days ago

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Unspoken, Unheard

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader; Platonic!Morgan x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a high-stakes case, you face the terrifying task of being bait for a dangerous unsub. As the mission spirals out of control, the unacknowledged bond between you and Hotch is tested, forcing him to confront the risks of letting his heart lead in a world where vulnerability could mean losing everything.

Warnings: Angst (It's Who I Am), Emotional Distance (On Hotch's End. Go Figure), Canon-Typical Violence, Body Injury (Very Minor), No Use of Y/N or Physical Descriptors, Happy Ending. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 6.6k (This was a BEAST)

A/N: Happy New Year!!! This is my very first Criminal Minds fic EVER AND my first story of the new year!! I have been a fan of this show for such a looong time. So I'm really excited to be introducing this as a fandom I write for. I have been hyperfixating on Hotch for a while now (something about stoic, emotionally unavailable people really gets me). Anyway, this really was a labor of love and a passion project. Thank you all for reading! I truly hope you enjoy. Have a wonderful day!

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A sudden sharp, insistent knocking echoes through the quiet hotel room, jolting you from your restless sleep. Adrenaline surges through your veins, heart thrumming in your ears, as you instinctively reach for the weapon on your nightstand. Blinking against the fog of your interrupted sleep, your mind races, trying to make sense of what ripped you from your sleep.

You listen carefully, waiting to hear if there is anything that could give you context to your current situation. But the silence returns, as if it had never been broken. You approach the door cautiously, your fingers curling tightly around the handle of your gun. Pressing your eye to the peephole, you freeze when you see Hotch standing on the other side. Relief floods through you and you exhale shakily, but only for a moment as you come to the grim realization that there must be another victim. You set your weapon down, running a hand over your head as you prepare yourself for the bad news and a new case development.

But as you open the door, your rehearsed professionalism falters.

Hotch is far from the professional, composed self he presents to the world. His dark hair is unkempt, the gel that usually holds it perfectly in place seemingly forgotten. His v-neck shirt hangs loose around his clavicle, giving you a glimpse of his defined pectorals, and his pajama pants pool awkwardly at his feet, as if he didn’t pull them up all the way before reaching you. The typical mask of calm authority he wears is nowhere to be found as he stares at you with wide, haunted eyes, face pale and glistening with sweat.

There is clear tension in his posture, his breathing a little too shallow and his expression a little too tight. You’ve never seen your friend like this before. Something unnerved him and quite frankly it was starting to rattle you too.

Hotch hadn’t really thought any of this through. The visceral image of your body disfigured and mutilated just like the victims of this case filled him with raw terror. He needed to see you.

He had to make sure you were safe. He needed to know that you were alive and still intact. To know that you will still look up at him with that wide-eyed gaze filled with so much trust and quiet adoration that it makes his guarded heart falter. To know that when a case is too heavy and you all are exhausted and frayed at the edges, you will still throw him one of those smiles— one that tells him you still believe in him, that you know he will get you all through it. That you are still his team. To know that he will still hear the warmth of your laughter around the bullpen, cutting through the darkest of days at the BAU because you just had that way about you. That quiet, effortless brightness that made the worst days bearable. And he knew it wasn't just the job you were good at; it was the way you kept everyone together.

Most of all, he needed to know that you would still be you. That this job hadn’t taken you away from him— that it hadn’t stolen one more thing he couldn’t bear to lose.

But as the seconds stretch on, the initial terror that gripped him so tightly begins to subside and his mind begins to regain control. The logical Hotch starts to take over, reminding him that everything is fine. That it was only a dream, an irrational fabrication, and he is not the kind of person to allow emotions to overrun his decisions.

He’s being reckless and this moment of weakness could jeopardize the team, and everything he has worked so hard to build. He needs to turn and leave before this situation gets any more out of hand, but it’s too late. The lock clicks. The door swings open and there you are, alive and whole. His breath catches. He had feared the worst— no, not feared, he’d seen the worst in his nightmare— but you’re here, standing right in front of him. The sheer relief almost makes his knees buckle.

“Hotch?”

Your voice is soft but laced with concern, the sight of him so disheveled, so unguarded, sets off a ripple of panic in your chest, “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. He stands there, staring at you as though he can’t believe you are standing in front of him. His mouth opens, but no words come out. His chest heaves with uneven breaths, and his eyes dart across your face, taking in every detail as though memorizing it.

“Hotch?” you repeat, your brows knitting together, “What’s wrong?”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost hoarse, a shallow attempt at the calm, authoritative tone he usually uses.

“I just… wanted to make sure you’re alright. We’ve been up late. Thought you might need to check in."

His words are careful, almost rehearsed, but you still hear the vulnerability he’s trying to mask. His eyes dart away from yours, down to the floor, and you can almost see him retreating into himself, as if he’s trying to hide from you.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" you press a little, unable to ignore the worry curling in your chest. This isn’t just about the case. Something deeper is going on, and you aren’t going to disregard it.

You step out a little into the hallway, bringing yourself closer to Hotch, trying to gauge if you’re reading him wrong. But this isn’t like him— Hotch wouldn’t show up at your door in the middle of the night without reason.

He looks as if he is barely holding himself together. You know him well enough to know when something is wrong, and in this moment, everything about him screams that he is on edge. It isn’t just exhaustion or stress— it’s something more that seems to be warring with him.

His lips press together in a tight line and you can see the muscles in his neck contract. "I’m fine," he says quickly, urgingly, as if he is trying to convince you and himself.

The wall of his facade is fissuring and, for the first time since knowing Aaron Hotchner, you feel like he might finally let you in. You push a little harder, hoping that acknowledging the crack in his armor will finally shatter the whole illusion.

“Hotch, you’re not fine,” you say softly, your voice almost a whisper, “Why don’t you come in for some coffee? I still have some of the good stuff Rossi bought me for Secret Santa.”

Hotch opens his mouth, but the words get tangled, and he immediately closes it again. His throat is tight, seemingly collapsing on itself. There are so many things he wants to say to you. Truths he wants to reveal, but he can’t. He can’t bring himself to venture into that unknown territory, to cross that line that’s already too blurry. There are too many things at stake, too many risks he can’t afford to take. He can not allow his feelings to complicate things any further.

He takes a step back, and in doing so, you watch him fully retreat into himself, restructuring the wall you had come so close to tearing down. Perhaps you pushed too hard.

He regains the professional composure you have grown accustomed to seeing. His usual authority slips into something sharp, more distant. "We’re on the job," he says, his voice harder, defensive, "There’s no time for that."

His words sting and you feel a pang of hurt as he continues to shut you out. But you remember who Hotch is. This isn’t about you. This is about him, about whatever had shaken him. Hotch has built walls higher than you can scale. Walls that even you—someone who knows him better than most—aren’t allowed to breach.

"Get some rest," he adds, the words flat and sterile, "We’ll need you ready tomorrow."

Your window for something more is closing, and you can’t bring yourself to stop it. You know what’s happening.

He’s scared. Scared of what? You don’t know, but you have a feeling that you’re the cause. Or at least a part of it.

“Good night, Hotch,” you resign, hoping to mask the disappointment of being kept at arm’s length.

He gives you one last brief nod before he turns away, heading down the hallway with that same brisk, purposeful stride he always uses when he is trying to put distance between himself and whatever feelings are bothering him.

You stand there, the door half-open, watching him go. Your chest aches at the thought of what could have been.

Closing the door softly and locking it behind you, you begin to process everything that unfolded. Questions pace your mind as you crawl back into bed. What just happened? What just really happened? The moment felt like a confession of sorts. An almost admission of something Hotch has been holding on to, but doesn’t want you to know.

And maybe you just imagined it, but you feel like you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. An indication that the connection you have been feeling is not one-sided, a hint that you mean more to him than just a colleague, more than just a friend. You close your eyes, but the image of Hotch at your door stays with you, etched into the corners of your mind. An unanswered question you’re too afraid to ask.

-*-

The local precinct hums with its usual activity— phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the low murmur of officers exchanging updates on ongoing cases. Yet, the energy is tenser than the previous days of this case.

Hotch’s behavior has been off all morning— sharply professional, overly focused on the case, and oddly reserved. It isn’t just his terse responses or the way he’s deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes— it’s the heaviness in the air every time you are in the same room. The warmth you usually share with him is gone and his quiet intensity has evolved into a coldness that has made you uncomfortable.

An awkward distance has grown between the two of you and you can’t shake the feeling that it’s your fault.

It hurts, but you try to brush it off. You know the job has a way of consuming him. You try to focus on the case, bury yourself in the details, but the weight of Hotch’s distance is becoming impossible to ignore. And you aren’t the only one to feel it.

“Hey Sunshine,” Morgan approaches your work station, voice quieter than usual, “Everything good with you?” His tone carries a warmth that welcomingly contrasts with the chill you’ve been receiving from Hotch today.

You look up at him, trying to mask your unease, but Morgan isn’t fooled.

“You seem a little… off today,” he says, eyes scanning your face with that trademark perceptiveness, “What’s going on?”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, glancing over at Hotch across the room. He’s engrossed in the case files, his posture stiff, his face unreadable. But you feel the weight of his distance press heavy on your shoulders.

“Nothing,” you tell him, trying to diminish the effect Hotch’s behavior is having on you, “Just… tired. The case is taking a lot out of me.”

Morgan doesn’t buy it for a second. “Uh-huh. And you didn’t notice Hotch getting all icy on you today?”

You still. You didn’t want to admit it, but it’s true. All of his standoffish behavior is directed at you. The distance, the sharper words, he’s isolating himself from you. And it doesn’t take a profiler like Morgan to see it.

You glance back at Hotch before returning your gaze to Morgan. He’s known Hotch for a while. Longer than you. If there is anyone you can gain insight from, it would be him. Lowering your voice, you confide in your teammate, “I don’t know, Derek… it’s like… he’s pulling away. Like something’s changed. I don’t know what happened last night, but whatever it is, it’s different. I can’t shake the feeling that I did something wrong.”

“What happened last night?”

“He came to my room.”

“Hotch?” He asks astonished, surprised by the uncharacteristic behavior.

“Yeah, he said he wanted to check in with me, but… I don’t know, Derek, something was off. It was like he was hiding something from me.”

Morgan leans in closer, his expression softening with sincerity. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Hotch is going through something. I’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s bottling things up.”

You appreciate the comfort in Morgan’s words, even if they don’t entirely ease your concern. You just wish Hotch would open up to you. Let you be there for him and carry some of the weight of his burdens.

Morgan sighs, seeing the crease still planted in your brow. “Look, he’s been carrying a lot of weight on his shoulders for a while now,” he states, voice turning more serious, “This job— it changes him. Sometimes it makes him pull away from the people he cares about the most, even if he doesn’t mean to. But I’ll talk to him, alright? I’m not gonna let him shut you out.”

You smile up at him, feeling some of the weight lift off of your shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it right now,” he continues, voice morphing into a more professional tone, “We’ve got a case to finish, and we need to focus. But after all this is done, you and I are gonna have a talk, alright?”

You nod, giving him a small, grateful smile, “Thanks, Derek.”

Soon after, the reality of the case takes over again. An officer charges in with a disturbing update: a new victim has been discovered. The pattern is clear, the unsub is escalating. The cooling-off period, which had been a crucial factor in the previous profile, has shrunk dramatically, and you all are running out of time to prevent another murder. The urgency in the room is palpable. The team crowds around the whiteboard and, after analyzing the victims and the unsub’s pattern, you all come to a grim conclusion. You need someone who looks like the previous victims to bait the unsub into a trap.

There is an oppressive silence as the team’s eyes flick to you. The weight of their saddened, knowing gazes is almost unbearable. The fact that you share similar features with the victims of this case had not gone unnoticed by you. In fact, it was one of the first things you noted about the unsub’s victimology. It had been an unsettling realization. One you’d been working through for days, trying to figure out how it would affect your role in the investigation. Now you know.

The air is heavy with the unspoken implication. You had expected this. It’s part of the job. But nothing can prepare you for the moment when the possibility becomes real. Your gaze flicks to Hotch, but he isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixed on the board, on the files, on anything but you. He was desperate. Looking for an out, for a solution that did not involve putting you in harm’s way.

“Hotch,” Morgan says, cutting through the silence, “We need someone who looks like the unsub’s previous victims. We don’t have time to waste.”

He glances at you, eyes softening, then back to Hotch, sensing the unspoken hesitation. Hotch’s expression darkens. He looks between Morgan and you, his mouth set in a tight line. You can see the internal battle in his eyes—he wants to object, to find another way—but the case can't wait.

“Alright,” Hotch concedes stiffly, his voice potraying none of the inner turmoil he’s feeling, “We’ll set up the trap. We don’t have time for anything else.”

You close your eyes for a brief moment, pushing away the surge of panic that’s threatening to take hold of you. You know it’s the best strategy. It’s what has to be done, and you will do it. But you don’t have to like it.

“You good with this?” Morgan asks, his tone far more personal than professional. He wants to make sure you’re okay, wants to be sure you aren’t being pushed into something you aren’t ready for.

You give a small nod, more for your own sake than his. “I’m good,” you lie, voice steady even though your insides feel anything but.

After your confirmation the team is immediately on, discussing the logistics of setting up the trap. Your gaze flickers to Hotch once more, and for a moment, you think you see something shift in his eyes— something that isn’t just professional concern. It almost looks like he wants to say something more, but he doesn't. He just turns back to the board, his silence louder than any words he could have spoken.

His mind races, unable to focus on the task at hand. His thoughts are consumed with you— the thought of you being so close to danger. He can’t stand it. The very idea that you will be bait— the possibility of you being exposed to the unsub, potentially hurt— makes his insides twist with dread. But he can’t show it. Not now. Not when the mission is the priority.

He focuses on the details, assigning roles, making decisions. But every time his eyes shift to you, his stomach tightens. Bait. It’s a professional term, a necessary risk. But to him, it feels like a betrayal—one he couldn’t afford to confront.

-*-

You stand near the edge of the scene, trying to focus on the instructions being relayed through your comms. The humid, night air clings to your skin— another layer pressing on the building panic in your chest. You watch as your team slips seamlessly into their positions with practiced precision. You all have done this before, it isn’t unfamiliar territory; however, it’s different when it’s your life on the line.

You’re the one baiting the unsub, alone, vulnerable. There’s no guarantee of your safety, no script to follow that ensures a happy ending. You’re putting yourself directly in harm’s way, and that knowledge frightens you more than you’d like to admit. You try to steady your breathing, but your heartbeat is louder than your thoughts. This is the moment when everything could go wrong, and that thought sets fear, real visceral and terrifying fear, the kind you’ve been pushing down for hours, alight in your bones.

You feel him come up behind you, his presence heavy, solid and grounding. You feel the weight of his eyes on you. The tension from before charging the air around you. Up until now, his focus has solely been on the operation. You know he is just as worried as you are, maybe even more so, but his stoicism doesn't allow him to show it. You wonder if his concern is more focused on the mission going well or on the risk this poses to you. Regardless, he is a comforting presence, one you feel safe to confide in.

“Hotch,” you murmur, almost too quietly for him to hear, turning to face the man who has grown so dear to your heart.

He looks at you, expression unreadable, but his quiet intensity soothes some of your panic.

“Are you sure about this? I- I don’t know if I can do this,” your voice shakes, highlighting the fear you’ve been holding back all night.

Hotch struggles to give you an answer. You are looking at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and all he can think about is last night— the image of you mutilated, the fact he couldn’t save you.

The overwhelming need to protect you surges through him again. He can’t—he can’t let this happen. But he is the leader of this team, it is his duty to see this mission through. To bring this case to a close. He can’t allow his personal feelings to change anything, to interfere with this job.

He forces his voice to remain steady, professional, “It’s the only way.”

You concede with a nod of your head. You don’t argue. You never do. But Hotch studies you, sees the slight tightening around your eyes, the sharp rise in your chest. It makes his heart ache. He feels the weight of this moment. Knows this is a critical point— not just for the case, but for you. He sees how hard you’re fighting to hold yourself together, and for a split second, the professional facade cracks. He takes a step closer.

“You’re not alone in this,” Hotch says, his voice low but steady. He reaches for your arm, gently squeezing the flesh there. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’ve been trained for this. You can do this.”

His words settle over you, your heart rate slowing, and for the first time since this operation started, you can breathe again.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he repeats urgingly, his voice low, protective. It’s a promise. His hand lingers for a moment longer than necessary before he pulls back, the weight of his words lingering in the air between you two. Hotch’s presence, the way he’s always steady, always calm—it gives you the strength you need.

"Alright," you whisper, your voice steadier now, "Alright, let's do this."

As the team readies themselves, you remain in place, trying to keep yourself from fidgeting. Adrenaline courses through your veins, but it’s not just fear— it’s the anticipation. The waiting. You’ve been taught by Prentiss how to manage these moments, how to keep your emotions in check and your senses sharp. You channel every lesson she taught you— stay calm, stay focused, keep breathing. You’ve studied the unsub’s patterns, and every part of you is ready to play your role.

You survey the area, locating your team’s positions. Morgan, Hotch, and Prentiss are stationed inside as backup, Rossi and Reid near the exits, and the remaining local officers are stationed discreetly around the perimeter. You look towards the nightclub, the neon lights, the rhythmic thrum of music faintly audible even from outside. Static crackles in your ear, and you hear Hotch’s voice, calm and steady, “All units are in position.”

The signal to proceed.

You take a deep breath, trying to control your shaking hands. You’re ready. You have to be ready. With one final glance around the perimeter, ensuring your team’s at your back, you steel yourself, stepping into the lion’s den.

The pulsating beat of the music encapsulates you, the bass reverberating around your body. The flashing lights cast strobe-like shadows across the crowded room. It’s loud, chaotic, and full of life— but that only makes it more dangerous. The lights are meant to disorient and the noise to drown out your thoughts. You see how it is easy for the unsub to get away with his victims.

You stand in the middle of it all, heart pounding in your chest as you pretend to enjoy the music, to be just another partygoer in the crowd. Prentiss’s voice crackles in your earpiece, barely audible over the music, “You need to relax. You look stiff.”

You nod to yourself, trying to ground yourself in the role. You watch the crowd around you, mimicking their movements. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Hotch standing across the club, blending into the shadows near the back of the bar, dark and brooding. He’s close— but not close enough. He can’t be. You can’t afford to look too conspicuous.

The rest of the indoors team is hiding in plain sight. Prentiss is near the restrooms and Morgan is in a corner booth. And Hotch is watching from the shadows. He’s waiting, calculating—but something in the way he’s watching you makes your heart rate spike.

You catch his eyes and everything feels different. The professional wall between you two starts to crumble. You feel yourself becoming looser under his watchful gaze and you dance. You dance for him, you dance as if you’re the only two people in the room. And Hotch can’t take his eyes off you.

But then you feel it. A shift in the crowd.

He’s not the tallest man in the room, but he has a presence that immediately commands attention. His gaze is cold, calculating, but there’s something oddly magnetic about him. He moves through the crowd with purpose, like he knows exactly what he’s looking for. His eyes flick over the people around him, assessing each one with the precision of a predator.

As he approaches you, you feel a rush of adrenaline, but you push it down. Emily’s training coming back to you. He stops in front of you, gaze flicking to your face, studying you for a beat longer than necessary.

He smiles— a dark, knowing smile. “I’ve been watching you,” he says, his voice a hair louder than the music, his tone carrying an eerie calm.

You force yourself to keep your composure. "Have you?" You raise an eyebrow, playing the part. The unsub takes a step closer, his eyes flickering down to your body, sizing you up. You know what he’s doing, know exactly how he’s visualizing your body and all the horrific things he’ll do it— just like the previous victims. It makes your skin crawl.

“You’re not like the others,” he says, his voice lower, whispering in your ear, but thick with amusement. He’s toying with you.

You manage a small smile, “What makes you think that?” You tease, pretending to be at ease.

His hand snakes up your body, eyes never leaving yours, “You’ve got a different look to you. You don’t belong here.”

The trail of his hand on your body sends a chill down your spine. He’s not being aggressive— yet —but the interaction feels like an invitation to a game. He’s testing the waters.

“I belong where I want to belong,” you reply, lifting your chin up to appear more confident than you actually are.

He smiles, his eyes lighting up with something darker. “Maybe you do,” he says, voice quieter now, “Or maybe you're just pretending.”

You take a step back freeing yourself from his grasp, his imposing presence becoming overwhelming. The unsub’s smile falters just a fraction. A flicker of suspicion, quick but undeniable, passes over his face.

You take a breath, keeping your face neutral, trying not to let anything slip. “We all pretend sometimes,” you answer smoothly, “What about you?”

For a moment, his eyes narrow, the two of you engaging in some kind of silent battle, each trying to read the other. He’s intrigued, but he hasn’t made up his mind about you yet.

“I’ve seen your type before,” the unsub says, taking a step closer to you, shortening the distance you previously implemented, “You’re always looking for something. People like you—”

You cut him off quickly, hoping to regain control of the situation. “People like me? And what exactly is that?”

He leans in a little closer, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “The ones who can’t find meaning in their lives, so they run to places like this thinking they can find answers. They never do.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as his eyes move over you again, this time lingering on your eyes, like he’s searching for something in you— something real. But you know what he’s doing. He’s trying to find a weakness. A slip.

The air between you two grows heavier, and despite everything you’ve been trained to do, despite the calm that you’re trying so hard to project, you feel the pressure building. Your heartbeat picks up, but you push it down. You can’t let him see you panic.

“Well, I guess that depends on what you’re looking for,” you say, your voice more uncertain than you want it to be. You quickly mask the hesitation with another smile, but this time it doesn’t feel as convincing.

His eyes flicker— just for a moment— across your face. Something about the way you said that, the slight nervousness that edged into your voice— it’s enough to make him pause.

For just a split second, he looks confused, as though something doesn’t add up. His eyes narrow, and you see the shift in his demeanor. The playful curiosity turns into something more calculating.

“You don’t talk like them,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His voice is softer now, more contemplative.

You feel your stomach flip, but you don’t flinch. Not yet.

“You have a very... observant eye,” you reply, forcing the words out with more confidence than you feel. You quickly change the subject, hoping to redirect his attention. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I can show you just how different I really am.”

The unsub hesitates, his brow furrowing as he watches you a little too closely. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he’s starting to doubt that you’re just another unsuspecting person in the club. The air between you thickens, the tension building.

The unsub steps back slightly, eyes scanning you again, this time with deeper suspicion. It’s like a switch has been flipped— he knows something is off.

“Sure,” he sneers, grabbing your arm roughly and jerking you forward. The action pulls you into his chest as his free hand comes up, producing a blade. The cold metal feels heavy as it presses against your throat— the sharp edge digging into your skin. You freeze, pulse pounding as your fear of this operation plays out before you. One quick jerk and your whole life is over in the middle of a second-rate night club. “What is this? Some kind of trap?” He demands angrily, pressing the knife harder. You can feel the tip against your skin, its sharp edge threatening to break the surface. Every small breath you take makes the blade press in deeper, but you don’t flinch.

Hotch’s voice rings clear through your earpiece, sharp and commanding, “Move in. Now.”

The team springs into action, bursting from their scattered positions, guns drawn, closing in quickly. Chaos erupts as the crowd disperses from the growing conflict— a cacophony of panic and fear echoing around you, mirroring the terror gripping you inside. The moment the unsub sees them, his eyes widen in recognition, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen. He pulls you in front of him like a shield, his body tight against yours, the knife still pressed to your neck. Panic flickers in his eyes, and he becomes more desperate, realizing the window of escape is shrinking.

“Stay back!” He shouts, his voice shaking with rage and fear, “One move and it’s over. You hear me?” His grip on the knife is trembling now. He’s scared, unhinged, not thinking clearly. You swallow, trying to stay composed. You’ve been trained for this, but the simulation is nothing compared to the real immediacy of danger.

“Stay calm,” Hotch instructs, his gaze locked on you. His voice is sharp, but there’s a layer of raw tension there. He’s not just worried about you as a team member; he’s invested. This isn’t just another case— it’s you. He won’t let anything happen to you.

The unsub’s grip on you is relentless, and the weight of the knife against your throat is a constant reminder of how quickly this can turn deadly.

“Why don’t we just talk about this?” You manage to say, your voice steady despite the panic raging inside, “I can help you. We can work this out.” But the unsub isn’t listening. His eyes gleam with madness as he presses the knife harder against your throat.

“You think I’m stupid?” His voice is low, guttural, “You think this is going to end well for me? For you?”

The tension is unbearable and you know it’s only a matter of time before he makes a move, one way or the other.

“You don’t have to do this,” you try again, voice trembling but steady. His grip on the knife shifts slightly, and you catch a glimpse of hesitation in his eyes. It’s a split second, but it’s enough for you to seize the opportunity. You feel the unsub shift slightly, his weight moving in such a way that it opens up just enough space for you to act. You shift your body weight quickly, slamming your elbows into his ribs. The move is sharp and sudden, and you feel him stumble back, losing his balance for a split second. His hold on you loosens, just enough for you to wrench free from his grasp.

In that split second, everything changes.

“Now!” Hotch’s voice explodes. Prentiss and Morgan surge forward, moving swiftly, but not close enough. In a final desperate attempt to regain control, the unsub brings the knife up, swinging it wildly toward you. Your heart stops and you freeze, only for a moment, before instinct takes over and you dodge to the side. The blade grazes your cheek, cutting a shallow line across your skin. The sting is instant, but you don’t focus on the pain.

With the unsub distracted by your move, Prentiss is the first to close in. She grabs his wrist, wrenching the knife away, while Morgan rushes in, tackling him to the ground. As the remainder of the team rushes forward, the unsub struggles, but he is no match for your team

As soon as the unsub is secured, Hotch is there, rushing towards you. He places a hand on your shoulder, his fingers lightly gripping you as though he needs to make sure you’re real.

“Are you alright?” His voice is softer than it’s been all day, but is still tight with concern. You take a shallow breath, trying to steady your heartbeat. “I’m fine,” you answer, though your voice betrays you, a slight tremor you can not control, “Just some scratches.”

Your fingers graze over the thin line of blood from the knife remaining on your neck, before landing on the shallow wound on your cheek where you swipe away some of the trickling blood. It’s nothing permanent, but the sting is sharp. Hotch’s gaze flicks between the small wounds, and his jaw tightens.

“You did great,” his voice is low, but laced with something more. There’s a protectiveness in his eyes now that goes beyond the usual command, beyond the professional distance. Your heart is still racing from the close call, but something in the way he looks at you, something unspoken, makes you pause. It’s more than just concern.

-*-

The case is over. The unsub is in custody, and the adrenaline has worn off, but the weight of the last few days— the close calls, the near-misses— lingers heavily in the air.

The team is scattered around the bullpen, tired but relieved. Some are gathering their things, others are engaged in quiet conversation. But Hotch, who is usually the first to bury himself in case notes and paperwork, is standing near the window of his office, his back to the room, staring out at the city lights in silence.

You’ve just finished checking your emails, last light on in the bullpen, and are about to leave when you notice Hotch still standing there, a silhouette against the dimming light. The intensity of his brooding is almost palpable and you can’t help but feel drawn to him. You approach his office slowly, your footsteps light on the floor, knowing that there’s something unresolved between you— something that needs to be addressed, even if the words seem impossible to say.

When you get to his door, he doesn’t turn to face you right away, but you can tell by the way his posture stiffens that he’s aware of your presence. After a beat, he speaks without looking at you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice is low, still carrying the edge of concern. There’s something in the way he asks that you’ve never heard before, a note of uncertainty beneath his usual command.

You stop a few feet away from him, feeling the familiar tension between you two. But this time, it's different— he's different. His usual reserve is slipping, and the emotional weight of the past days is leaving a crack in his armor.

“I’m fine,” you answer, and you mean it, even if there's more left unsaid. The cut on your cheek has been treated, and physically you’re fine.

His shoulders sag slightly, but he still doesn’t turn. He stands there for a long moment, lost in thought, before he finally speaks again, this time quieter, almost hesitant.

“I need you to know something,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Turning slowly, he faces you now, his eyes intense, but there's a vulnerability in them that you’ve never seen before. The walls are down. There’s no hiding it anymore— he’s exposing himself in a way that feels foreign to both of you.

“I...” he begins, but stops. He takes a breath, trying to steady himself. “I... don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you tonight. I can’t— I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt to see you in danger.”

The words hang between you two, heavy and unspoken, as he tries to gather himself. You swallow hard at his words, and your heart flutters in your chest. It’s the first time he’s said something this personal, this raw. You can feel your pulse quicken as you wait for him to continue.

“I know we can’t do this... but I need you to know,” he continues, voice thick with emotion. “I care about you. I care about you more than I’ve let on. More than I should.”

You take a breath, feeling your own emotions rising in your chest. You’ve known for a long time that something was there between the two of you. The tension, the quiet moments of connection. You’ve always felt it, even if you were too afraid to acknowledge it.

“I do too, Hotch. I have for a while.”

His eyes soften at your admission. There’s a tenderness in them that makes your breath catch. He takes a step toward you, closing the distance, and you feel the warmth of his presence envelop you.

He reaches out, his hand resting gently on your arm, as if afraid you might vanish if he touches you too hard. You don’t pull away. Instead, you lean into it, letting the moment settle between you. This is uncharted territory for both of you, but it feels right.

“I don’t know what happens now,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I need you to know... I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Not again.”

You nod, your heart full of so many things— relief, fear, and the growing certainty that this moment is the beginning of something neither of you can ignore anymore.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you reply, voice steady, meeting his gaze with an honesty you’ve both kept locked away for far too long.

He looks at you for a long moment, the weight of everything you’ve both experienced together in those few words. And then, ever so slowly, he leans forward, just a fraction, and the air between you shifts. It’s not a declaration, not yet— but it’s a beginning. A slow, careful bridge being built from everything you’ve been through.

And at long last, the walls he’s built for so long have finally come down.

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saturnscafe · 3 days ago

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͙˚ ༘✶Big Bad Wolf | Werewolf Boyfriend? (Female Reader)

Smut Below

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. It’s a little longer than I anticipated however I just adore it. I hope you all will enjoy it as well!

-🪐

He was known as the as the asshole of the college. Always picking fights and going after anyone who even dared breathe in his direction. He stood tall, muscular with scars that decorated his face and arms. His wolf ears standing at attention but not listening to anything that was around him. Everyone avoided him like the plague even you. However today had other plans.

You were sprinting down the hall, trying to get away from some asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer. When you ran face first into his broad chest. He was ready to say something to you until he saw the other man that trailed behind you. He grabbed you by the waist moving you to behind him before locking eyes with the other guy.

“Get lost” he said in annoyance. The other guys eyes looked over at you then back at him. Was he really willing to pick this fight?

“Dude Kyzer relax, just- just let me get my girl and we can forget any of this happened” the man said trying to grab for you.

Before you knew it he had the guys arm twisting it. “I said.” He growled. “Get lost”. His grip on his arm tightened nails digging in before pushing him away. The other man admitted defeat walking back with his tail between his legs.

Kyzer looked at you glaring down at your shaken body. “You good?” He asks surprising you even more. You don’t respond though, mind still in flight mode. He placed his hand under your chin lifting it up to look at him “hello? Are you good?” He said sternly.

You quickly nod snapping back to reality “yeah- yeah I’m good, sorry. Uhm- thank you.” You rambled out. You swear you saw a smile creep on his face but it was quickly gone.

He cleared his throat “if he tries anything again uhm?” He said hinting at you to tell him your name.

“Oh, uhm y/n” you said.

“If he tries anything again y/n, you come to me yeah? I’ll put his ass in the ground” he said with a twisted grin before walking off.

What was that? Was he actually nice? Or did you just catch him on a good day? No matter you went about your day. Going home and studying before getting the idea to bake him something to say thank you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad? Maybe this could be a way to get him to open up? But why did you want that? You scratched your brain, shit- did you like him? No, no that’s crazy. You still baked him something treats to take to him, hopefully he liked cookies.

The next day, you found him in his usual spot. Sitting at the tree while he ate his lunch. He looked peaceful as he ate, listing to some music and flipping through a book. You were so nervous to approach him but you did. Tapping him on the shoulder he turned his head quick. Ready to scream at whoever dared to disturb his peace. Until he noticed it was you, he tilted his head a bit like a puppy.

“Sorry for bothering you- I- uhm- made you these. As a thank you” you said sheepishly handing him the small container of cookies. He blinked, processing what you just said. No one’s ever really shown him much kindness. Even for doing something good like he had for you. So to say he was taken aback was an understatement.

“You made these for me?” He asked repeating your words.

You nod smiling at him shyly. “Yeah, if it wasn’t for you I- I don’t know what would have happened” you admit.

He felt his cold heart warm, pounding so loud he thought you could hear it. He looked over your face trying to read you. Fuck were you this cute yesterday? “Thank you” he said taking the container. He opened it right away the smell of the cookies making him sigh happily. “They smell delicious” he said smiling down at them.

He’s smiling? He’s smiling! Your heart skipped a beat seeing his pretty smile. Those sharp pearly whites of his made your body warm. Your face must have been red cause he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re cute” he said. It slipping past his lips before he could even stop himself. The compliment only making your face turn more red.

“I- uhm- thank you” you said feeling like you could puke at any second from the butterflies. “You’re not so bad yourself” you said with a smile.

His face started turning red, before he quickly turned away. “You uhm- you like movies?” He asked feeling stupid at his question. When you nodded his words came out fast “you wanna watch a movie later?” Fuck why’d he say that, his place was a wreck.

“Sure!” You said smiling like a dummy. “I just got a new system, we could watch it at my place?” You said.

“Cool, cool. What’s your number? So uhm- I can get your address” he said trying to play it cool. After exchanging numbers your alarm for your next class goes off making you jump. “I’m guessing no horror movies if you jump that bad from a phone” he teased.

You rolled your eyes “I’m gonna be late, I’ll text you my address. 7 sound alright?” You ask.

“Perfect” he said.

And you were off, sprinting to your next class.

His mind twirled with the thought of you. Fuck what did he get himself into? He doesn’t talk to many people nor has he ever had an actual relationship let alone a date. Sure he’s had his share of hook ups but that’s about as deep as it went. What the hell was he gonna do?

When the time came he stood outside your door taking a deep breath before knocking. When you answered his heart raced, here you were in sweats and a hoodie. How the hell did you look so good? When he walked in the smell of you overflowed him almost making him dizzy. You guided him into the living room where you had a bunch of blankets on your pool out. You were gonna be on a pull out bed. A bed. The two of you. His cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of it.

“I’m sorry my place is a bit of a mess, but I got the couch all cozy. Oh and I have a bunch of snacks if you’re hungry” you said with a shy smile. He nodded following you to the pull out, when he sat down the scent of you was even stronger. Probably from all the covers you gathered from your bed. “Wanna watch a horror movie?” You asked flickering through the movies on the tv.

“Sounds goo- wait” he said looking at the screen. “You like that show?” He asked seeing a show you were watching earlier. It being one of your favorites.

“Uh yeah! It’s like one of my favorites I’m rewatching it since the new seasons gonna be coming out” you said smiling.

“No way! It’s one of my favorites, I’m super excited for the new season! I even have a poster of it in my room!” He rambled. It was cute seeing him all excited over something he liked. Seeing his cute smile light up.

“Maybe when the new season comes out we can have a watch party? I’ll make us some dinner and we can binge watch it” you said.

“Sounds perfect” he said back. It felt nice being able to talk to someone. To have something in common with you too.

You both decided on a movie, getting all covered up as it started. He was nervous to move closer to you but you were feeling a bit bold so you Scooted closer. Your shoulder touching now bodies close to one another. The scent of you driving him crazy more so now that he could feel your warmth. He moved his arm, to finally wrap around you “uhm- is this ok?” He said softly.

You nodded “aren’t horror movies the best ones to cuddle up too?” You said laying your head on him.

“Is that why you picked it” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Maybe”

“In that case why don’t we lay down in cuddle hmm? I mean we got this whole bed in all” he said with a smirk.

He was surprised that you instantly moved letting him lay behind you so you could both could watch the movie properly. He took his spot behind you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body as close as he possibly could. His hand rested on your waist holding you tightly. His mind swirled with your scent god how was this happening to him?

A few minutes passed as you focused on the movie. Being painfully aware of the man behind you as he pressed himself against you. You could feel his girth cock pressing against your ass and you couldn’t help yourself. Grinding back against him, he let out a groan barely audible if it weren’t for him being so close. The sound of him turning you on way more than you thought it would. He didn’t stop you though, letting you rut yourself against him. Finally getting some friction.

His hand that was resting on your waist squeezed at every movement. You could hear faint ‘fucks’ coming from him only driving the want higher. The movement of you paired with the sweet smell of your dripping cunt was becoming too much for him. His hands hooked your at your pants “can I take these off?” He said softly.

You nodded letting him rid you of your sweats and your panties. He pushed his pants down after taking yours off. His big cock springing free finally. You could finally feel how big he truly was, fuck did you want him. His hands glided down your body moving your leg over his. His long fingers pressed against your needy nub making you whimper. His face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he licked up it.

His fingers lazy played with your clit before roaming further down. He couldn’t believe how wet you were, how wet you were for him. His fingers finally pushed into your dripping core curling ever so nicely. His movements were just as lazy, his thumb pressing against your clit once more. His mouth watered at the smell of you. He needed to taste you, and he needed to do it right now. With no warning he pulled himself from you quickly moving his body down yours.

He dived into your cunt, tongue quickly pushing into your folds. The moan you let out made his cock twitch. It was already leaking like a faucet ready to be buried inside you. “Fuck you taste even better than those cookies you made me” he said. His hands hooked around your legs pulling you closer to him as he ate you out like a starved animal. His tongue pushed deep inside you twirling around your tight walls. Your hands gripped at anything before gripping at his hair. You tugged on it softly making him groan “pull- ah- harder” he said. Of course you listened, tugging on his hair harshly pushing him somehow deeper into your cunt.

He felt like he was in heaven, fuck this must be heaven. Your cunt clenched around his tongue, knowing you were close he moved his hand to toy with your clit yet again. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum. Your body arched off the bed moans getting trapped in your throat only breathes making it past. He lapped up any of your sweet honey that dared to escape. Licking you clean before moving upwards to you. He kissed you messily. His cock head poking at your entrance.

Without any thoughts you moved yourself down letting his thick cock push into you. The stretch wasn’t bad, in fact the slight pain felt good. “Sh-shit” he moaned against your lips.

“Please- move” you whined out bucking your hips into him. His eyes met yours and what a sight to see. Your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed red. Fuck did you look so good. He blinked a second before everything sunk in. Your warm walls squeezing him so tightly. He started to move slowly before picking up speed.

His hands moved down pushing your shirt up. You quickly helped taking it off as he took his off too. He was delighted to see you didn’t even have a bra on either. His hands roamed your plush body, pinching at your perky nipples. He was quickly losing himself in you. His movements were becoming faster as his high was reaching near. “God you feel so fucking good, was this your plan all along huh? Get the big bad wolf all alone in your house to fuck you like a wild animal?” He teased.

“You- ah- you started it. You’re the one that was pressing there big dumb cock against me” you retorted.

“Can’t- can’t help it when you smell so good” he said back.

His movements were slowing down a bit making you whine. “Getting tired already? Need- ah need me to ride you?” You said with a grin. You felt his cock twitch at your words oh he definitely liked that idea. He wrapped his arms around you before lying flat on his back. Your legs straddled him the new position making him feel even deeper. His hands laid on your thighs those sharp nails digging into the soft skin.

As much as he wanted to show you how much of a big bad wolf he was he couldn’t help it. You were just too much for him, he was like some puppy dog that you had wrapped around your finger. When you finally got your feet in a proper spot you started moving. Bouncing up and down on his stupidly big cock. His knot forming as if his against your entrance. He watched as your tits bounced with every movement. His long tongue hung out of his mouth drool pooling with it.

“Fuck- just like that- ah” he moaned out. “Gonna let me knot you? Fuck please let me- need- need to breed you- ah- ah” he was such a mess under you. Your legs shook at the sight of him at his words. An orgasm washed over you without warning. Your body felt almost limp as it laid on top of him.

“I’m yours-“ you said in almost a whisper against his chest but he heard it. Oh boy did he hear it loud and clear. His hands gripped at your ass, fucking up into you with force.

“You’re mine? All mine?” He growled. “Good- all mine to- ah fuck- to breed- to claim- mine- mine” he kept repeating. Your hands that laid on his chest stared to dig in it his toned muscle. The slight pain Only driving him to fuck you harder. “Gonna take it all yeah? Gonna take everything I can give you- you’re mine. Mine.” He said.

“Yours. All yours.” You said softly against him. When those words finally left your lips that was it. He pushed up into you with one final thrust, his knot pushing past your entrance. The feeling alone bringing on another strong orgasm as you felt his balls empty inside you. His head that was nuzzled into your neck moved as he sunk his teeth deep into you. The pain the pleasure the everything of the situation had your mind floating. Your body shook harshly as you felt yourself squirting all over his cock and yourselves.

He let out a low growl holding your body tightly to him. He held you against him as you both came down from the intense orgasms. “You did so well” he almost purred into your ear.

A few minutes of silence mixed with heavy breathing filed the air before he spoke once more. “You really meant it right? That you’re all mine?” He asked sheepishly, afraid you’d take it back.

“I meant every word of it.” You said smiling. You kissed his cheek softly holding tightly to him.

You might have only known him as the asshole of the college but now. You were seeing him for who he truly was. He would let everyone believe he was still this big bad wolf that didn’t take anything from anyone. However when it came to you he was just a sweet overgrown puppy that would do anything for you.

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 days ago

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a stranger's advice

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event 'Good Fortune'

using prompt 7: a single kind word can keep one warm for years + mouth + 48, 13, 46, 27, 31, 18

rated m | 1408 words | cw: implied sexual content kinda | tags: modern au, different first meeting, flirting, eventual famous corroded coffin, eventual rock star eddie munson, sound mixer steve harrington, strangers to lovers

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Eddie’s giving up.

They’ve done all they can do.

Jeff’s dad is threatening to cut him off entirely if he doesn’t go to college and Gareth’s mom calls him crying twice a week, worried he’s gonna end up homeless or in rehab. Gareth’s never touched a drug or more than a single beer in his life and works harder than any of them, but he’s tired of telling her that. Frankie doesn’t have the same passion they have; He’s just there as the guy who answered an ad for a bassist.

No record label wants them, most larger venues don’t want to pay what it would cost for them to get there, and the smaller venues are getting less crowded as more people flock to arenas and stadiums to see big name bands. They aren’t as good as they thought they were and Eddie has to accept that.

He’s feeling sorry for himself in the hallway of this record company first, though.

The other guys already shook hands with everyone, patted Eddie on the shoulder, and left. He’s alone now, and he’ll be alone for the rest of his life.

“Waiting for a ride?” A man asks from in front of him.

Eddie looks up and sees someone he vaguely recognizes as the assistant who sat in on their unsuccessful meeting 18 whole minutes ago. He’s stunning in the way that someone way outside of Eddie’s league usually is, but damn if he doesn’t get stuck looking anyways.

The man raises a brow and crosses his arms.

“Uh, no. Sorry. I have one. Just needed a minute.”

The man nods and then uncrosses his arms, sighing.

“You want some advice?”

“Not sure if it’ll do me any good. My band’s done. I’m nothing without them,” Eddie lets himself sound as pitiful as he feels.

“A 13 track demo is too much. Most places aren’t listening to more than five songs at all, and that’s only if they’re impressed by the first two. You guys sound great, and clearly have passion, but it’s not heard by the people who need to hear it,” the man says despite Eddie’s warning.

Eddie is a bit distracted by the way his mouth forms words, like he’s trying to hide an accent. This is LA. A lot of transplants from the south and Midwest don’t like people to know.

“And you know this as the assistant?” Eddie asks and wishes he didn’t.

“I’m the sound mixer. The assistant is out and they asked me to fill in. But I’ve seen how this goes enough to see that you guys have everything right except the part you need,” he gives a small smile. “Cut down the tracks and you’ll be set. You’ve got an amazing voice. Don’t give up yet.”

The man walks away before Eddie can say thank you or ask any follow up questions like ‘do you want to come home with me?’ or ‘does your hair naturally swoop like that or is there product doing the job?’

Eddie decides to head out, waits nearly 31 minutes for an Uber, which is ridiculous when he’s staying in a hotel less than 10 minutes from the building. The guys are at the hotel bar when he arrives, sipping on sodas instead of mixed drinks like they deserve.

“Give me one more shot,” he begs.

They look at each other. They look back at him.

“One more,” Jeff agrees as they all nod.

~~~~~

“Can’t believe there’s 46,000 people here!” Eddie yells as he’s running off the stage.

There aren’t exactly 46,000 people watching them; That number is closer to 27,000. But there are 46,000 tickets sold for this particular event, which means that 46,000 people have seen Corroded Coffin’s name on a ticket stub or event guide. It’s more than he ever expected to know about them.

He’s so excited about the set they just played, he nearly runs right into a guy in nice jeans and a sweater. It’s too fucking hot for a sweater.

The guy grabs Eddie’s arms to steady both of them and Eddie looks up and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, it’s you.”

“It’s me,” the man replies, smirking at Eddie’s surprise. “Had to see what our label missed out on in person.”

The other guys are rushing past him, probably to get to the green room for drinks and snacks. They never eat before a show, and when they’re done, they’re ravenous.

The man hasn’t let him go yet. He could. Eddie’s balance is fine, his initial adrenaline is crawling to a normal level, and he isn’t gonna suddenly run into anyone else.

“Your advice worked,” Eddie says.

The man nods, knowing smile on his face. “I’m glad you listened to me.”

“It wasn’t just your advice though,” Eddie admits. “I mean, it definitely helped! But you actually saw talent. We were feeling kinda down about how good we were and you made me realize that it’s probably not our talent that’s the problem. We’re good. We’ve been good. We just didn’t know how to show that to the right people.”

“There’s 48 bands here this weekend, you know?” The man asks, as if that’s a normal response to anything Eddie just said.

“Um, yeah. I know.”

“We represent 47 of them.”

Eddie’s brows practically leave his forehead. “But…”

“I insisted they get you guys on the lineup when I saw the options available. And I couldn’t pass up another opportunity to talk to you.”

Eddie feels like he might pass out, which could definitely be from dehydration or overheating, but could also be the very hot man in front of him kind of flirting with him?

“Sorry, I think I’m having a stroke. I don’t even remember your name. You’ve just been Hot Man in my head for four years,” Eddie manages to get out, feeling his cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of his outburst.

Hot Man laughs, throws his head back and everything, like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Steve. I’m Steve,” he says when he’s calmed down.

“Steve.” Eddie likes the way his name sounds coming from his own lips. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” he laughs again, quieter, more fondness sneaking in.

“Well, Steve, would you like to join me for a drink in the green room? I hear the lead singer of Corroded Coffin requested only the finest PBR,” Eddie gestures towards the steps leading off the stage. “Or perhaps you’d enjoy a vodka soda.”

“I’d love to,” Steve giggles. Eddie feels like he’s won something. “But I am technically working for a few more hours.”

“Oh,” Eddie swallows around the disappointment. “Right. Okay.”

“But I’m staying at the Marriott down the road. If you wanted to meet for dinner later?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Definitely. For sure.” Eddie groans at his awkward excitement, but Steve is giggling again. Hearing a hot man giggle like this just does something to his brain.

“Great. Here’s my number. Text me so I have yours,” Steve hands over a business card and Eddie ignores his dick twitching in his too-tight pants. “See you tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth feels dry as he nods.

Steve is already gone when he finally thinks of something to say, so he groans and makes his way to the green room, where the guys are all spread out across the couches placed haphazardly around.

“Where’d you go?” Gareth asks him before he takes a sip of his water. He’s still a one and done drinker and Eddie loves him for it.

“Got a date,” Eddie shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“A date?!” Frankie asks, nearly spilling his beer.

“Don’t act so surprised, man. I date!”

“You haven’t ‘dated’ anyone since high school.”

“Haven’t felt like I needed to. I was busy getting us famous,” Eddie smirks, finds a beer in the fridge, and settles on a chair. “It might just be one date anyway. He’s probably a busy guy and I’m not sure I’m really his type.”

“Yeah, right. If he’s here, you’re his type,” Jeff laughs.

Everyone moves on quickly, which is a blessing for Eddie because he gets lost in thoughts about Steve pretty much immediately.

In the years they spent trying to make it, only one person ever gave him helpful advice. Only one person spoke of his talent and made him feel like they could still make it.

And now he had a date with him.

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aninipanin1 · 3 days ago

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Miss Manager's Miscellaneous Shenanigans

Being the manager of Blue Lock had its pros and cons, but one thing's for sure: doing your chores is easier when you have the whole facility simping at your feet.

Notes: Manager Reader is female, but I rarely use pronouns, so any gender may work for this. Manager Reader IS age 16-17, so her love interests would only be those near her age. Anyone else who is older than 20 will be platonic.

ISAGI YOICHI

It was yet another day in the Blue Lock Facility. But, compared to other days before, the air was a little hotter than usual. Even if the facility was rather closed off and most of the inside was air-conditioned, the vents still bring in the air from the outside. Unfortunately for most of you, the temperature outside was hot, and everyone who entered the training fields could immediately feel the sweat start to form even if they have not played yet.

As the manager, you immediately responded to this. Cleaning off the tumblers and filling each of them up while also preparing fresh and clean towels to bring to the many training fields scattered around the facility.

"30 down, another 30 to go."

You could not help but sigh, feeling your arms go numb as you held up another empty tumbler on the water fountain provided in one of the kitchen areas. You found yourself looking at anything around the area to distract yourself, but it's like there was anything interesting about kitchen tools, drawers, or table islands.

"Y/n-chan, do you need any help?"

You hear a familiar voice as you turn around to find Isagi, who offers a polite smile, with his Blue Lock bodysuit on, probably just finishing his training.

"Oh no, no, it's fine. I don't wanna intrude. You should probably just get some rest before taking a shower."

You reciprocated his smile, putting the dozens of towels and tumblers on a pushcart for easy travels. But the boy insisted, grabbing a few bottles and towels himself and putting it on another cart.

"It's fine, Y/n-chan! I can use the small workout pushing these things. And besides, how are you gonna push more than 3 carts by yourself?"

You stopped at that, looking at the 5 carts you prepared, one for each stratum as you mentally sighed.

"I was planning to do many back and forth travels, but you know what? One travel with a little help would be much more better, wouldn't it?"

Isagi laughed at that and agreed, carrying more tumblers to another cart. You just smiled at that, a little happy for the help.

Meanwhile, all that Isagi can think about is the fact that he had another advantage to win you. After all, who would not love a gentleman? Besides, seeing the happy smile on your face was enough to make his day a little brighter.

Today was really not Isagi's day. His pinky toe was hurting when he woke up for some reason, which lessened his performance that day, adding to that was the hot day as well. But hey, at least he got to help you and see you smile.

BACHIRA MEGURU

"What's wrong, Y/n-chan?"

You turned your head to Bachira, who was pouting, his golden eyes wide and curious with a hint of worry.

"Nothing's wrong, Bachira-kun."

"Don't lie..! Your is turned upside down! My monster told me that you're probably sad."

You blinked at that. You thought you hid the fact that you were a little down that day. You just received a text message from your mother that, unfortunately, your cat (C/n) just passed away due to food poisoning, and you were heartbroken.

But, of course, your job must go on, and you wanted to remain professional. Well, until Bachira seemed to take notice of the fact that you have been preventing yourself from looking sad.

"Don't worry, Y/n-chan! You can talk to me, remember? I don't like it when you're sad."

"Thanks, Bachira. It's just that my mom texted me yesterday, and um, well, she said my cat died. And, I just didn't want my feelings to get in the way of work, so I tried to keep it."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, no its fine. In fact, I'm quite happy that you were willing to listen."

You gave a small yet much more genuine smile, noticing that he looked quite guilty that when he found out the real reason behind your sadness.

He let out a grin before opening his arms and wrapping it around you. You tend to always forget he was quite the muscular guy, probably from all the practice. His childish and bright personality always made you feel comforted, yes, but you also underestimated him. But nonetheless, his hug was warm. Soothingly so, and it made you tear up.

Until you were now full-on sobbing on his shoulder. Perhaps it was because of the loss, but maybe the homesickness and pressure of everything weighed down on you at the same time along with the grief. You did not know.

But what you did know was that Bachira comforted your weary and grieving soul.

He swayed his upper body along with yours, hoping the movement may help calm you a bit. And it did as you slowly picked yourself up, sniffing and wiping your tears away.

"T-thank you, Bachira-kun. I really needed that."

He grinned again before patting your hair.

"No problemo! My mom always said hugs can always heal any sadness away!"

You smiled at that.

"Your mom is correct. It really did."

His smile widened at the now lighter smile on your face, his pointer fingers now pulling the sides of your mouth higher as he cheered.

"Now you're happy for realsies!! You're prettier like this, Y/n-chan, especially when your eyes are also smiling."

CHIGIRI HYOMA

"Are these all the laundries?"

You turned to the occupants of the room, Reo was currently out of the room, probably training, leaving only Nagi who was laying on his bed, sleeping away and Chigiri, who was drying his hair from a shower.

The redhead smiled and nodded his head before turning his head at Nagi, who was passed out. And around his messy bed were his dirty socks, sweaters, and other dirty laundry. The lazy genius did not find the energy to put all of it in one basket, causing it all to be scattered in his side of the room.

"Oi, Nagi! Pick up your damn clothes and put them in one basket. Be thankful Y/n-chan is already doing your laundry for you!"

"Don't want to. 'Ts a hassle."

And he fell asleep again, making a vein pop in Chigiri's forehead. Meanwhile, you just laughed and shook it off.

"It's fine, Chigiri-kun. I'll just pick it up."

Chigiri rolled his eyes at this, not agreeing with how forgiving and patient you were to the white-haired striker. He put the blowdryer down before heading over to your figure that was already picking up the dirty laundry of Nagi's.

"I'll help you. I feel kind of bad."

You blinked before giving a smile that made him smile as well. He felt quite bashful while also impressed. How can someone be so calm and understanding towards everyone? He would never understand that. Maybe it was because he was quite intense, and at times, demanding?

But, he was quite happy and satisfied that someone like you was the manager of this whole Blue Lock thing. You were so approachable and easy to the heart and even eyes that even he, someone quite guarded, found it easy to rely and talk to you.

"Thanks, Chigiri-kun!"

As you two picked it up, you could not help hut laugh whenever Chigiri would flick a sweater in Nagi's face or "accidentally" dropping a dirty sock on the genius' nose, out of spite.

Nagi just shrugged this off, thinking that caring is also a hassle.

"Thanks for picking it up for me, Chigiri."

Nagi muttered in his sleep which just pissed the redhead off.

"I did it for Y/n-chan, not for you, you idiot!"

MIKAGE REO

"I have to what?!"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-chan, I know you're already so busy but, the JFA insisted for this to be submitted tomorrow."

You blinked at the pile of papers you needed to read and edit and somehow submit to the JFA Union tomorrow, and it was already noon, too. How will you even finish this?

Nevertheless, work is work, so you accepted, asking Anri to put the papers in your desk. For the rest of the day, you just focused on the paperwork, zoning out of reality and time to just hopefully meet the harsh deadline that loomed upon you.

"Y/n-chan! Have you seen - oh, sorry, did I interrupt you on something?"

Looking up from your desk, you found Reo peeking his head from your office door. You gave him a polite smile, tilting your head.

"No, its fine, Mikage-kun. How may I help you?"

"Eh, I already told you, Y/n-chan. You can just call me Reo. Oh, and I just wanted to ask if you know where Chris Prince is? I have a few questions for the training regime we have."

"Oh, right, sorry. And, I heard he and the rest of the masters have a meeting with Anri-san and Ego-san. They would probably be over in a bit."

He nodded at that before he looked at your face that screamed, stressed. Your hair was in a messy hairstyle, with your baby hairs and other strands falling on your face. Your eyes looked weary, with bags under them.

"What are you doing? You don't look too good."

"Ahh, these? These are reports made by Anri-san and Ego-san. I'm the one who's gonna edit all of these for the JFA. It was supposed to be passed next month, so we weren't in a rush, but then they moved it to tomorrow, so here I am."

Reo winced at the thick pile of paperwork. He just stood there for a bit until a smile broke out of his face. He did not need to contemplate. After all, he was always willing to help you.

"Come on, I'll help you with that, Y/n-chan."

"Eh? But, I don't want to intrude-"

"You aren't! I don't like how you're stressing over this. Besides, I do have experience with professional reports because of my father's company, I'll be fine!"

You were ready to say 'no' again, but he was ahead of you, picking up half of the papers and finding a chair to sit on beside you.

"Reo-kun-"

Then you felt a pinch on your cheeks as Reo pinched both of your cheeks lightly, chuckling at the cute expression on your face.

"Shhh, I already told you, it's fine. Just focus on your work, okay?"

"Ehkway.."

You bashfully said as he continued pinching your cheeks. Reo could not help himself. You were too adorable when you acted all mature and responsible.

NAGI SEISHIRO

"Finally. This week was so busy."

You found yourself walking like a zombie towards your room. As you passed by the dining halls, your ears picked up the sounds of hushed gunshots and shouts like someone was playing. Peeking your head at the door, you found a familiar mop of white hair sitting on one of the chairs, head and arms on the table, said arms stretched out and tapping on his phone.

"Nagi-kun? Why are you still here? Lights off is in an hour."

The boy perked up, as he lifted his head when he heard your voice.

"Y/n-chan...It's just a hassle to stand up and walk to bed."

He pouted at the notion of even standing up from his position. You sighed at this, knowing the tendencies of Nagi. He was not called "Lazy Genius" for nothing, after all. Sitting down beside him, you were prepared to pull whatever words you can from your brain to hopefully convince him to head to the rooms or else, Ego would probably scold him.

But, you couldn't help but watch how effortlessly aim and shoot in the games he played. For someone who found moving or even thinking of the notion of moving was a hassle, he moved his fingers across his phone screen quite flawlessly. He was skilled and agile on his hands and you cannot help but be impressed.

"You're really good at this, Nagi-kun."

"Meh, I missed a guy earlier."

You chuckled at that and patted his hair, which made him scratch his head against your hands, resembling a cat. That only urged you to pat his head more. His hair was quite soft even with all the tangles, seeing as he was probably too lazy to brush his hair.

"Your hands are warm and soft. Y/n-chan. I like them."

"Eh, um thank you..?"

You did not know if you were supposed to take that as a compliment, but you just did. Then he turned his head to you, offering his phone.

"D'you wanna play?"

"Huh? Oh no, I'm not really good on games like that."

He tilted his head at that.

"It's fine. You said you like rhythm games, right? You have the instincts and skills to move your fingers accurately already, so you'll learn fast on this. I'll help you."

"Oh, okay, if its okay with you."

You accepted his phone, albeit unsurely. He moved his head to rest on your shoulder to watch and spectate on your gameplay, teaching you what to use and what not to use. Even giving tips on how to better your aim or how to find opponents fast.

It was a calming experience. Nagi was a really good teacher when it came to games, very straight to the point and simple with his words. His voice was quite calming, too, not low but definitely a bit on the huskier and whispery side, as his voice and hums vibrated on your shoulder.

Like with you, Nagi found himself enjoying the moment. No noise except the sounds of the game along with your and his voice adding small quips. Your shoulder was also quite comfortable, your body warm, contrasting the cold air the air conditioning in the dining area provided.

He liked your presence, so serene and gentle, yet sharp enough to excite him. That's was his first impression of you, rather. And that has yet to change.

He was too immersed and comfortable beside you that you two did not notice the time passing. It took Ego coming inside the dining area to scold you and Nagi for both you to notice the time and head to your respective rooms.

But, deep down, Nagi did have to admit, he felt quite annoyed and disappointed that you two had to part so early.

I got too carried away with Nagi's meanwhile Chigiri's felt too short oop- anyways I hope you all loved this one. I might make many parts for this one. I really wanna make Miss Manager a series but idrk...

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Hi! First off I just want to say I love your fics and have been reading for a few months and would like to request a fic.

Can you do a Rockstar!Eddie smut fic with Reader. So basically he's on tour for a few months and has been in (some other state or country), for a month. His last show is in Hawkins and she's in the crowd supporting him or whatever and when they get home he shows how much he's missed her 😏😏

First off, hi, and thank you so much! Second, I absolutely love rockstar!eddie!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, use of nicknames (princess, sweetheart, baby, daddy)

Eddie is due home any minute. You know that the time he gave you when he's supposed to touch down might not be one hundred percent accurate, but you're still hoping that it is. You haven't seen him in months even though you were supposed to go see him in Chicago but it never ended up working out.

He's called every night before bed but it hasn't been the same. You want him to hold you in his arms and kiss you until you're both breathless before he takes you to your bedroom where you both make up for lost time.

Eddie's feels the same. He hasn't stopped thinking about you since he left the loneliness because you weren't there really got to him. He missed you more than he ever thought possible, even more so when he watched his bandmates take girls back to their hotel rooms while he went back to his and called you because of how badly he needed to talk to you.

They even did a few interviews in between shows to promote their new album and he always jumped at the chance to talk about you whenever you were brought up. You're his favorite thing to talk about so of course he's going to yap about how amazing he thinks you are and how much he misses you. He's made loving you his entire personality and that's never going to stop.

You hear a key turn on the door and you race over to it, ripping it open before Eddie can and throwing yourself into his arms where he's quick to catch you. He moves inside the house and spins you around before pressing his lips to yours. It's tender and sweet despite your need for each other.

He carries you over to the couch where he lays you down, tossing his back down and grabbing a box of condoms from his duffel bag and taking off his clothes in record speed. He watches you do the same before he straddles your waist, staring down at you with a mixture of love and lust in his honey eyes.

"So fucking pretty," he sighs as he leans down and covers his lips with yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does so. "Did you get prettier while I was gone?" He asks as his lips move down to your neck, peppering the spot with kisses before giving it a teasing nibble.

"No," you shake your head. "But I think you."

"Shit, sweetheart, are you coming onto me?" He asks with a wink and you respond by pushing him down so he's flat against the mattress.

"That is why I got naked for you, is it not?"

"God, I love when you take charge, but right now, this is about you," he tells you as he sits up and you follow. "Now lie back, honey, and let me work." You do as he says and he hovers over you, each of his hands taking hold of one of your knees as he spreads your legs wide to get a look at what he's working with.

"Wow, you really missed me," he teases as he gets look at your soaking wet pussy. "But don't worry, daddy's here now to take care of you."

"Please," you whine and he lowers himself down onto you as he pushes his fingers inside you, wincing as he does so.

"So fucking tight. Need me to stretch you out, sweetheart?" You need him so badly that you're about to start crying.

"God, yes," you nod and Eddie begins to pump his fingers slowly to warm you up, but you want more. You need more.

"Faster," you demand. "Harder." Your eyes go dark on the last word and Eddie quick to obey. He's usually the one to take the reigns but that doesn't mean that he doesn't listen when his girl vocalizes what she wants. He's always eager to please.

"Whatever you say, princess," he says as he picks up the pace and you're already clenching around his fingers, holding onto him for dear life as his fingers fuck you fast and hard, the prettiest sounds falling from your lips as he does so.

His fingers curve, hitting just the right spot and you're already orgasming which Eddie thinks has to be a record of some sort, but he supposes that it makes sense since he hasn't done anything like this to you in months.

His fingers are still going, though as he watches you come undone underneath him. And he thinks this is the prettiest he's ever seen you.

"Okay," you breath. "Need your cock now." You already look absolutely spent, but who is Eddie to deny you of what you want? He trusts you enough to know how much you can take. And if it was really a problem, he'd say something.

"You still want it fast and hard, sweetheart?" He asks as he removes his fingers, putting them into his mouth to get rid of the slick before quickly rolling on the condom.

"Please," you whine again and without hesitation, he pounds into you, his fingers digging into your skin as you scratch down his back.

He's not hesitating to insert all of himself, knowing that you can take it. You're clenching around him as tears prick your eyes, so much pain coursing through you as the last inch slides in, but you think you like it.

"Look at you," he says through labored breaths. "Taking me so well. Shit, you're so hot, baby." He continues to pound into you as more moans pour from your mouth and Eddie knew you liked rough sex, but not like this. He's afraid that he's going to hurt you, but considering the sounds you're making, he doesn't think that's true.

You're already starting to fade, your words slurring as you reach your next orgasm, your somehow loudest moans yet spilling out. As you're coming down, you're still begging for more, but Eddie thinks it's time to call it quits.

"More," you whine as he pulls out.

"Maybe in the morning," he replies before disposing of the condom then holds his hands out for you to take. "Now c'mon, baby, time for bed." You hesitantly take his hands and he carries you to your room, leaving your discarded for the morning as he's getting tired himself.

The two of you don't even bother putting on pajamas as you climb into bed, your bodies pressed together, bare skin to bare skin as you both murmur "I love you's" before drifting off into a much needed sleep as you're both in your favorite place again: each other's arms.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie smut

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vainilladollie · 1 day ago

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ridin’

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; basically a quickie inside a backstage bathroom , before a sound check! idek. lol i was so sleepy while writing this summary.

warning(s) ; smut. mdni. not use of protection don’t DO THIS. p in v. ass spank. hair pulling. praise cuz im a whore for chris!!!! LISTEN THE SONG ITS A TOTAL BANGER.

this is for ale, ilysm thanks for all mwah #minipizzas @sturnslutz

“you look like hell tonight, ma,” chris let out a hiss as your skirt fell to the floor, forming a puddle at your feet, his right hand slapping one of your ass cheeks, grunting as he did so, his eyes connecting with yours through the mirror, his fingers slowly pulling down your panties, drawing attention to the small wet patch on them, but still doing so without breaking eye contact. “gotta look you through a mirror more often, huh?”

he told you with a smirk, he got what he wanted as usual. immediately your hands went to the edge of the counter, biting your soft lips a little in anticipation as you heard chris's hands unbuckle his belt, and you felt another slap against your ass, letting out a muffled moan. "chris!"

chris chuckles, his hand still resting on your ass. “don't act shocked, mama, y'know what ya be doin' t'me,” he mutters in a low, raspy voice, grunting as he strokes himself a couple of times, his eyes roaming up and down your back before lining up with your entrance. “teasin' me all day, walkin' around in these short little skirts ya wear all the time, b’fore long i'm gonna lose my mind, ma.”

“ohmygod, chris!” a high moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as he pressed against your back, his hand on your hip. with one hard thrust, chris buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the sensation. chris let out a low growl, his hips rocking against hers. "yeah, that's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, you let out a choked gasp as the familiar tune blared through the speakers in the place, they were probably already looking for them, but Chris didn't care. “lemme' hear those pretty sounds”

"feels so so good!" you moan, clutching to the counter as chris grits his teeth, his pace quickening. “yeah? ya like that, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes locked with hers, the room filled with the sound of skin against skin. “knew ya would, s'why ya keep torturin' me all the time,”his hand moved down to your clit, chris's thumb rubbing the sensitive nodule in tight circles as he continued to thrust inside you. your hips swayed back and forth, mascara running down your bambie eyes.

chris moans, his hand grabbing her ass again as he continues to move his hips, slapping it shamelessly. “yeah, i know baby, y’love it,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as you babble incoherently. “got you all worked up”

“chris... ‘m close,” you say softly and he moans, “can feel how tight ya are around me, baby. ya been wantin’ this all day, huh?” with a growl, he moves his hands from her hips and hair, pulling them as his other hand rubs your sensitive nub, while the knot in your lower abdomen begins to beg for release, he rubs your clit faster, his husky voice murmuring in your ear, your walls clenching with need.

your hair a mess, traces of eyelashes across your cheeks as you breathe heavily. close to climax for both of you. chris stops mid-motion, his breathing ragged and heavy as he looks at the door as someone knocks, asking for both of you.

“gotta be shittin’ me,” he mutters under his breath, his head dropping to bury his face in your neck. “j'st when we were gettin' t' the good part…”

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; hope this is good, sigh, omg im almost 200 followers!! excited. and since everyone seemed to love rapper!chris i wrote another one, this is the back to tha basics replacement!

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don't use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

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piggyinthemiddle · 3 days ago

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"What do you like about gaining?" A lot of people ask me this every week and I often want to go all out on my reply but usually don't have the time.

For quite some time, I thought that my main reason to love gaining was the stuffing and feeling full after huge meals. The satisfaction, the aching sides and the tight, pressured sensation in my stomach at every panting breath. And don't get me wrong, it's amazing when you're into it.

Running your hands over your belly and feeling the round globe that is now your stomach, underneath the squishy fat that you put on, like a balloon under your fingertips.

Having the whole area above your belly button feel taught and slightly sore. Having to put your hands between the rolls on your hips to straighten your back, just to take a deeper breath.

Feeling that packed, rock hard food balloon drag you down when you move, the pressure it puts onto your back?

The knowledge just how much food you crammed in there? Damn hot. Don't get me wrong.

But you know what's almost even better?

The sensation you feel when after a few days, weeks, months, all this stuffing and gorging turns into actual fat. Realising just how much you have grown yet again.

Waking up in the morning, the first thing you do is grab your empty, soft, yet ridiculously heavy belly. Kneading the rolls between your fingers, maybe giving it a playful pat. The jiggles rippling all across your abdomen and you can just *tell* that you've grown fatter once more.

Getting out of bed, waddling to the bathroom. Your thighs got so wide that you nearly ripped your favourite jeans yesterday. They're swinging back and forth, your underbelly slapping against them with soft "thuds" as you move.

In the bathroom, brushing your warm skin against the cold counter and checking the mirror. Grabbing yourself with two hands, scooping up and plopping your sagging belly into the sink, listening to the sound it makes. A bit like pizza dough, muffled and heavy. Noticing it's definitely bigger, reaching even further into the sink than 2 or 3 weeks ago.

The rolls and folds that form where your belly meet the counter are getting thicker and juicier, you can grab, pinch and wobble them. They feel soft, yet full.

Lifting and pinching different rolls of chub all over your gut, exposing old and new stretchmarks and thinner, silvery skin in the areas where you ballooned the most.

Knowing you did that on purpose. You didn't just get fatter, you fattened yourself like that.

Feeling yourself grow heavier and slower from all you do. Reaching your weight goals not just for the sake of being ready-to-pop full but because you honestly love the beauty of fat, the curves and the folds and marks. The progress.

Having constant access to this body, getting to enjoy and embrace your weight and fatness because you just can.

That, my friends...is why I love gaining.

Thanks for listening.

#death feederism #death feedee #death feedist #porker #fattened up #death feedism #obese belly #morbid feederism #fat piggy #morbidly obese #fat gainer #extreme weight gain #make me immobile #i want to be immobile #weight gainer #death feedee belly #porkys diary #fat pork #porky pig

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scarletttries · 13 hours ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 Companions With a Shy GN!Reader...(Baldur's Gate 3 Request)

Request: " Can I request for Baldur's Gate 3 companions with shy gender neutral s/o please?"

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Wyll Ravengard x Reader, Gale Dekarios x Reader, Shadowheart x Reader, Karlach x Reader

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who sent in requests and has been reblogging my Baldur's Gate posts! Consider me open for any BG3 requests, let me know if you want to see more headcanons like this :)

Astarion:

- At first Astarion would find it hard to reconcile your shyness with his understanding of the way people behave. He would be suspicious of you initially, wondering why you insist on playing your cards so close to your chest. It wouldn't be until you finally warmed up to him and started to talk a bit more that he realised that this quiet tone to you is actually very endearing to him.

- When you two get together he would feel very proud to be the person you speak to the most. Astarion can be a little insecure sometimes so knowing that you choose to talk to him despite being selective with who you speak to would mean a lot to him. It would help him to trust you more too, knowing the the deep bond between you is almost a secret that you would never dare whisper to anyone else.

- Astarion loves being able to communicate with you with just a sly glance or a single whispered word, the two of you often having entire conversations without saying a word to those around you. When you need to talk your way into somewhere Astarion's always happy to do the talking, but he can't help but be impressed with the way you can navigate through a room quiet and unnoticed.

- As a partner Astarion needs more reassurance than he ever likes to show, so knowing that you'll go against your shy instincts to whisper a flirty thought or a sentimental memory to him when he starts to look worn out always boosts his spirits. He didn't know how much he needed someone just like you in his life until you became a core part of it.

Wyll:

- Wyll never shies away from the public or a spotlight, announcing himself as he enters almost any room, so when he meets someone who prefers to listen to those around them instead of interrupting, he'd become very interested in what you have to say. He'd make the effort to get to know you even if it didn't happen as naturally as sometimes other bonds have come to him, but as he worked to gain your trust and attention he'd never regret a moment of time spent getting you to warm up to him.

- When the two of you are together Wyll will never miss an opportunity to sing your praises, no matter how bashful it makes you! He needs you to know how amazing and appreciated you are, as he can never tell if you fully recognise your own brilliance.

- Wyll falls in love with the way you think before you speak, listening to every part of his story and really considering everything he tells you, never jumping to an assumption as so many people in his life have. He finds your accepting nature makes him a better man, and in return he only grows a deeper fondness for the way you carry yourself.

- As a partner Wyll always needs someone to be there for him, listening and reassuring, and he really finds that partner in you. He's never felt more loved and respected as he does when you give him the time and space to work through his feelings and history, the quiet stillness you bring to his life letting him find a peace he's never known before.

Gale:

- Gale has spent enough time studying magic at scholarly institutes to have met more than a few shy souls in his past, so when he notices you playing the shrinking violet he knows exactly how to give you all the time and space you need to finally share a bit of yourself with him.

- He knows that the most important things to hear usually come from those who don't speak unless they have something to say, and there's no exception to that in you. He really gives weight to everything you share with him, every opinion you pose, and every compliment you reward him with through flushed cheeks and nervous laughter. It only makes it that much sweeter that you don't dish out such comments absentmindedly.

- Gale also enjoys using a bit of your shyness against you, gaining a certain amount of satisfaction from being overtly flirty in public once the two of you are well into dating. He can't help but smile at the way you shy away from his loud declarations of love and the flirty comments whispered far too loudly across a tavern. His heart practically bursts when you try to hide your face in his hands when he's being far too vocal about how beautiful he finds you in front of the rest of your companions, and not a day goes by that he doesn't remind you of that fact.

- Thankfully he usually waits until you are alone to let his adoration pour out in his gentle words and touches, enjoying that while he can be a brash as he wants in public, he can feel your true appreciation in the quiet you spend alone. His life has held more than one dramatic chapter, so having someone who loves him so sweetly and mutters his name so softly when they praise him really means the world to Gale.

Shadowheart:

- More than anyone else, Shadowheart can appreciate the desire to keep parts of yourself hidden behind some firmly closed doors. She finds herself drawn to your quiet personality as the rest of the party are a bit boisterous for her taste, often favouring the seat beside you at any given campfire, knowing her boundaries will be respected, and any conversation made will be worthwhile.

- Once you two are together, she sees you as a respite from the endless questions of the outside world. The two of you can spend hours in comfortable silence together, only your interlocking fingers letting the other know you are still there. You give her the space to think through her decisions, but at the same time she knows that if you choose to speak up then she really should consider listening to what you have to say.

- Shadowheart finds herself more able to share pieces of herself with you, as you open up at the same gradual pace that she does. You don't rush to tell her everything or bombard her with questions like the others. Instead she'll often finding you waiting outside her tent at first light when she rises, offering her a hand for a quiet stroll through the forest as you softly tell her a tale from your childhood and she tries to imagine herself growing up alongside you, in a sweet version of her life she could almost convince herself is the truth.

- Shadowheart doesn't fully know her past, but with you as her partner, her future finally starts to come into focus, all because of you.

Karlach:

- Karlach has been loud and brash since the moment she could speak, so at first she thinks your shy demeanour is a sign of rejection of her friendship. It's disappointing that you don't want to talk to her, but she's not sensitive enough to worry about what every single person thinks of her. It would be endlessly frustrating to you that you have to really put yourself out there, making every effort to be by her side and forcing yourself to respond to her every remark to try and let her know you really do like her. In the end you'd just have to ask her to dance at a celebration with the rest of the group, and when she laughs and says she thought you didn't like her, please prepare yourself to tell her you like her so much that it makes it genuinely hard to talk sometimes.

- Once Karlach understands the concept of shyness and that it is not a personal affront to her, she will be very happy to do all the speaking for both of you. Every journey you take across the lands she will gladly fill the silence with every thought and tale, celebrating loudly every times she manages to make you gasp or laugh along with her.

- Karlach will take a lot of pride in the thought that you like her so much that you are almost rendered speechless, and get quite jealous when she realises you are being shy around other people too. Worried that everyone will be seduced by your strong-silent type behaviour she would definitely insist on holding your hand as much as possible, or loudly shouting across combat that you and her are an item just in case anyone was getting the wrong idea.

- While your personality might have started as a bit of a mystery to Karlach, once you two really know each other she'll come to highly value your way of carrying yourself, learning a few things about protecting herself from undue influences, while keeping herself open to the important people in her life, like you!

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spencahreadreid · 22 hours ago

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"Baby, listen" S.R

spencer smut!! female reader, nipple play (a little), traffic light system (safe word not used), light bondage, daddy kink, Dom Spencer, friends to lovers, aftercare at the end, one mention of sub-space, no y/n!!

idk how long this is, but probably one of the longest fics I've written I would love feedback, if I missed any warnings please lmk!! im literally terrible at these things so please bear with me

Spencer had been your friend at the BAU for a few months now, being the youngest agents you immediately became close. This meant movie nights, coffee dates and occasional library visits together. All of those are platonic of course, he'd never see you any other way.. right? Today had been a long day at the BAU, not a case but hours of paperwork lined up with barely any break. Yeah, it was terrible but everyone was just grateful no one had been in danger.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted, so were the rest of the team. Before you went to leave, you decided to clear your desk. Throwing your empty coffee cup into the trashcan beside your seat, you stopped when footsteps sounded behind you.

"Hi." A low voice. You turned to see Spencer Reid, smiling, his satchel across his body. He had one hand down by his side, a brown paper bag in it.

"Hey Spence! You going home?" You turned to him with a sweet smile, tilting your head.

"Yeah, hopefully not alone.. Uh-" he paused for a second. Lifting the bag, he placed it in your hands, now it was closer to your face you could smell the familiar sweet pastry. He would do this sometimes, stop at the bakery around ten minutes away from the building and pick up something for you.

"Thank you, but who were you hoping to have over?" The usual, act as if you had no idea, mostly to tease him. His lips curved into a small smile, mumbling "You".

You both laughed at his seemingly sheepish response, and you followed him out to his car. After the long drive you both settled down on his couch, and like always, he put on Star Trek. Tucking into the sweet treat he brought you, you offered him a bite before wrapping the blanket over both of you.

While the episode was on, you found your eyes drifting to him, his hands, the way he had been manspreading under the blanket since the show had started. But what your mind was on the most is the new wet feeling in your underwear, the fabric suddenly sticky. 'Please not now' the only thought you had besides how good the man beside you looked right now.

The TV continued playing, and it felt like an hour before he spoke again, you took in none of it before he tried again. "Are you alright darling?"

Holy fuck. Darling?!? You turned to him with a smile, he could tell it was fake, hes not the only profiler here. He never called you that, he'd let a pet name slip sometimes but it was always a joke.

"Yeah, I'm good" as soon as you said it he knew you were lying. Either way, he nodded and turned back to the screen, this time he took more occasional glances at you. You weren't even sure how you had gotten turned on so easily. It was just the sight of him. It was that easy.

Before you could stop yourself, your thighs clenched to try ease the friction, pulling the blanket slightly. Shit. He looked over and caught the movement before you could act as if nothing happened. He knew. He definitely knew and now you couldn't take it back, your brows furrowed.

"Baby-" he tried.

"Listen, this is really embarrassing-" and you cut him off until he started again.

"No no, look at me" his hand met your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his and you could've melted. Your breath hitches, the corner of his mouth curving into a slight smirk, something you'd never seen before.

"Are you feeling alright?" You could only nod, head barely moving but he saw it. The look in his eyes changed, voice seemed lower.

"Do you want this?" It was almost a whisper but it seemed so loud to you, watching his lips move, like only he existed. He waited, his thumb caressing your cheek and you nodded for a second time. Stripping the blanket off his lap, he patted his clothed thigh, inviting you to sit.

Obviously you did. Why would you deny sitting on your hot co-workers lap? When would you ever be in the right mind to decline that offer?! Shuffling over, you swung one leg over his, settling down on his right thigh. Your chests brushed before his hands came to rest lightly on your hips, fingers teasing over the fabric of the skirt you chose for work.

Hands on his shoulders, you met Spencers eyes again and they looked so beautiful. His eyes however, quickly moved to your lips, and soon you came in contact. The kiss was needy, long awaited and you could feel the amount of desperation that came with his movement. One hand on the back of your neck, one on your hip he slowly began guiding you back and forth over his thigh. Lightly pushing up your skirt, the pleasure hit almost immediately.

It was exactly what you were needing earlier that night, you moaned into his mouth, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. When you pulled back, his eyes looked into yours almost pleading, nimble fingers moving to your blouse.

"Yes, yes take it off!" Nodding, hips still seeking pleasure, jeans rubbing against your covered clit perfectly. With all the movement he struggled with the buttons, you both laughed as you stilled long enough for him to get the first few undone. After three of them, he caught sight of your black lace bra, a sound left him and he tugged, the shirt popping open, buttons flying and hitting various things around his living room.

You gasped, not understanding how it could've been so attractive. Spencer stood up with no warning, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, his arms holding you up under your thighs, skirt still rolled up over your stomach. His apartment was small, the walk to his bedroom feeling as if it took two seconds.

He let you go when his knees hit the bed, you scrambled back using your hands. This is when he could really see you in all your glory, legs spread, underwear soaked around the middle, face flushed and hair messy, bra still on. 'Can't wait to see that off' his brain called to him. Worry about that later.

"Colour?" He'd asked, but it sparked confusion in you. His eyes softened as he took in the situation, you didn't know what this was. But then the look of recognition came over you, panting out "Green, so green"

Spencer smiled "Good girl. Just tell me if that changes for you."

A nod of confirmation had him moving closer, crawling onto the bed between your thighs. Pulling down the skirt came first, then hooking his fingers under your underwear. When he came into sight of you his breath hitched, mouth opened as if he was about to speak but he never did.

You waited, waited so patiently for something to happen, maybe a reaction from him. As soon as your head tilted back you felt his hot breath over your thigh, then your core. It was almost a battle to keep your hips down on his bed, he noticed this and brought his arm down to keep you still.

He didn't make contact, he had you held down, his face just inches away, mouth almost touching you.

"Spencer" you tried to move, which was funny because before that you were doing so much to stop yourself from moving. It had taken so long for things to get to this point, and now he wasn't doing anything.

Spencer smirked up at you, moving in slowly, lips wrapping around your clit. Hands finding his soft brown curls, you tugged him closer, thighs spreading wider. His tongue soon came into the picture, licking a stripe up your slit, before moving them down to your hole. A moan escaped your lips, before you felt something prodding at you. His middle finger slipped into you and you immediately tightened around the digit, Spencer moved slowly, not wanting to bring you to the edge yet.

He didn't know how fast you would get close, so he alternated between speeds, you pleaded but he wouldn't stay consistent.

That's when it slipped.

"Please daddy!" hips thrashing, but then slowing when the realization kicked in. No fucking way.

"What was that?" Spencer lifted himself, his finger still inside you. Now you were face to face it was so much more embarrassing. When you didn't speak, he pulled out, causing you to whine.

"Say it again." he moved closer to you, crawling over on his knees. Stopping beside you, he slowly began to undo his belt, your arms flew up but he caught your wrists in his hands.

"Absolutely not, you don't get to touch me until you repeat that." again, no room for argument. You wanted to fight back, but that mindset disappeared when he took both your wrists into one of his hands. His free hand moves to his tie, undoing the knot, pulling it from under his collar. Eyes widening, you go to speak, he assesses the fear but also the way your pupils dilate.

Desire.

"You're safe with me alright? We can stop at any time, just say the word." with that, he begins binding both your hands together. When they're all done, he loops the end around the metal of his headboard. "Too tight?" Tugging lightly, with a shake of your head you confirmed they wouldn't slip off. If only you'd just done what he said.

His belt already discarded, he moves off the bed and to the end of it. Using the restraints as leverage, you pull yourself up to watch him. Button of his slacks, then the zipper and they're suddenly on the floor at the end of the bed. The sight of him made your whole body feel warm. Spencer in his boxers... The outline of him, the length, the thickness of his dick. You could swear you would've been drooling if your mouth was open.

"Still good over there, pretty girl?" to him you looked spaced out, clearly not catching the pure awe behind your current blank expression.

"I'm- yeah I'm good." nodding, voice slightly broken, needy, wanting.

"Are you ready?" you hummed back to him, but that's not what he wanted.

"I'll ask you again." his voice slightly more stern, you swallowed hard.

"Are you ready? Use your big girl words this time." That could've sent you spiraling. As you focused on finding your words, he stripped of his shirt. Spencers hands made it to the waistband of his boxers, he looked up for your answer.

"Yes daddy" to which he responded, "There's my girl."

Lifting himself onto the mattress between your legs once again, you waited with bated breath, eyes staring up at him. He took himself into his hand, stroking lightly as he approached you, teasing his tip against your slit. He didn't push in fully, he kept his tip barely in you before pulling down the straps of your bra.

"Daddy-" you pleaded, no shame this time. Shifting your hips upward, he dipped further in but pulled back out of you, leaving a light slap on your outer thigh. He didn't want to hurt you, not without you discussing it before, but the moan you let out earned you a warning of; "Patience."

He went back to his first act, before you'd rudely interrupted with your needy gestures. One hand cupped your left breast, squeezing it in his palm, then his right hand went to pinch your right nipple between his thumb and index finger. You were starting to get uncomfortable, the growing need feeling almost too much.

"Spencer, please fuck me!" it was practically a cry. As long as it got the point across, you didn't care how it sounded, pathetic or not. When he looked down at you, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up any longer. He'd been holding back, putting up the front that he could keep himself together around you.

He couldn't. He couldn't wait anymore.

He grabbed the pillow from next to your head, the one he always imagined you sleeping on next to him, shoving it under your hips. He slipped inside of you, you both gasped, his head tipped back. You would've seen this if your eyes hadn't rolled back into your head, the feeling of him finally inside you taking over your whole body.

"Fuck! Fuck- Oh God!" you lifted your legs, pulling them to your chest. He pushed further in, as if you weren't full enough. "So good baby- Shit! Taking me so fucking good." Spencer swearing, something you never thought would turn you on so much, but it did.

"So good daddy- So go-od!" your voice broke as he began to thrust into you. There were atleast three that kept to the same pace, the next ones were uncoordinated. Your hips slapped with a wet sound and you clenched around him, he held your legs up to take some of the responsibility off of you.

You looked absolutely beautiful in his eyes, mascara smudged, eyes gleaming with tears, hands gripping the tie you'd been bound with. The bed rocked, both of you now sure his neighbours hate you, the once quiet neighbour now has a girl practically screaming in his room.

Both of you could care less, infact the only thing in your head was how deep he reached inside you, and in his head, how tight you were clenching around him. His thumb came to rub small circles over your clit, his other hand keeping your legs up so he fit better.

You fought hard not to cum, but you could tell he was close too, twitching inside of you. By this point he could barely look at you, scared the sight of you under him would bring him over the edge of his orgasm. That's when your meek voice called out.

"Daddy, I'm- I'm close" you breathed out, hands tugging at the tie around your wrists, hips bucking up under him. He nodded, you couldn't tell whether it was confirmation to do it or agreeing with you until he spoke. "It's okay, that's- that's okay, you're gonna cum with me. Wait for me." pushing on your lower stomach.

You nodded, trying to speak, trying to say something to let him know you understood before he slammed down harder into you. Spencer watched as your mouth dropped open, drool spilling from the corner of your lips, his hips faltered before moaning out; "Cum for me, cum on my cock"

You did, hard, with a cry of "Daddy!" before you felt him spill inside of you, his eyes screwing shut, mouth dropping to an 'o'. You were so glad you could witness that.

Whining as he pulled out, he soothed you with small "shh" sounds, pulling on the knot of your D.I.Y restraints and slipping his tie off your wrists, arms dropping to the bed almost immediately. Head lolling to the side, you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as he made his way out and to the bathroom.

Footsteps returned, Spencers soft voice calling out to you. "Baby, we need to get you cleaned up" you were half asleep by now, either way you took in his words. You nodded sleepily and let him wipe up your inner thighs, both your cum mixed together as it dripped out of you. He left the rag by the laundry basket and brought a lotion bottle from the desk in the corner back to the bed with him. He soon urged you to sit up, covers over your lap as he caressed your slightly red wrists, squirting out some lotion onto each one and rubbing it until the soothing cream disappeared.

Spencer suddenly felt guilty, and when your eyes opened slightly to admire him you noticed the regret. "Daddy?" you were still in some kind of sub-space.

"Are you okay?" your voice spoke again, his eyes were now on you, you sounded so small, so vulnerable. He nodded, hand stroking gently through your hair, kissing your forehead, turning to switch the lamp off before you let out a sound of protest. He nodded in understanding and refrained from crowding the room in darkness, you cuddled up into him, settling under the sheets together.

#mgg #spencer reid #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #criminalminds #gublerween #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid scenario #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x you

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remedyturtles · 1 day ago

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10 with Leo and Raph would be so interesting. (Thought I can't really picture either of them saying somthing that mean to eachother, so maybe mystics are involved?)

I hope you have a nice day!

great minds think alike y'all. thanks @bluemoonsymphonies and anon for the prompt! i hope u both enjoy....

wordcount 1k, pre-movie

10. "Please... what am I doing wrong?" "What aren't you doing wrong?!"

Leo’s throat hurt.

Just add it to the list of bullshit that Raph was doing to him. Because there was absolutely no reason that Raph had to come and interrupt him while he was snoozing on the bean bag. Like, this lecture could’ve totally waited until later. Maybe after Leo had gotten some fucking sleep.

“You’re not taking this seriously!” Raph said.

“You could not be more of a broken record if you tried, Rapha.” Leo hadn’t gotten up from the bean bag and suffocated a yawn into his fist. He was tired of the grating arguments and he was tired, just bone tired of the fighting for no reason. And tired in general. Because his head was so loud and when he laid down to sleep there was just… screaming there too.

“That’s because you’re not listening to me.” Raph poked him right between the eyes. “I gotta drill it in that empty head somehow.”

Leo twitched. That was a bit harsh, especially since it wasn’t a gentle poke. He was feeling a little ganged up on and crawled out of the bean bag to stand his ground, crossing his arms. “Yeesh, tell me how you really feel.”

“I think you’re lazy and unmotivated.” Raph scoffed. “We’ve got so much we could be doing and you’re sleeping in the middle of the day.”

Leo… paused. Stared at his brother with a bit of hurt shock. He was really coming at him, no holds barred. He held up his hands in surrender and said, “And wow, I think you’re a huge jerk. What the hell, dude? For your information, I barely slept last night, so get off me.”

Something flickered in Raph’s eyes. But it didn’t stay. He scoffed again, louder and more derogatory, raising up his lip to sneer with his snaggletooth. “You’re not even trying.”

“Wow.” Leo repeated. Hands still raised, skin goosebumping, a chill from the undisguised scorn. This was different from the usual annoyed arguing. This was … mean. “Okay. Please, let's hear it. What am I doing wrong, then?”

“What aren't you doing wrong?” Raph spat back, chest heaving. Genuine anger sung hot and heavy.

Leo stared. This sounded a lot like the inside of his own head. Which didn't make sense, because that wasn't Raph. He pushed and he pushed but he was never like this. Not his Raph. Not his lovable big lug of a brother who truly only wanted the best for all of them.

“Nothing to say?” Raph tilted his head to the side. His eyes were rather blank, now that Leo was making painful eye contact with him.

“Are you feeling okay?” Leo prompted.

Raph blinked rapidly, surprised, then shook his head. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who's a problem here."

"Yeah, something is definitely wrong." Leo stepped forward, cataloguing other symptoms as he went. "You give me a hard time, you piss me off, and you nag me. But you're never, ever mean. So what gives?"

Raph was sweating. Not any of his usual sweat, not a scent Leo could pinpoint with scary accuracy. Something unheard of. When Leo got closer, he could see the pin-pricked pupil and too-quick breathing. He practically growled at Leo as he got close.

"Relax." Leo smiled, charming, getting another step closer to the lion's den. Flickering his gaze over Raph to try and find some kind of clue. "I get you, I know you want me to try, etc etc. But you wouldn't just brush past me telling you I hadn't slept, because you know I hate being honest about that. You'd be beating my ass with a pillow to go to bed then and try again in the morning. So either you've been possessed by a demon or cursed. Which is it?"

"I'm not –" Raph lurched forward.

But Leo had already spotted it. He pinched the little bug between his thumb and forefinger and pulled – a parasitic scarab bit down into the skin of his neck. The moment it left Raph's body, the little pincers wiggled agitatedly in the air, and Leo surveyed the bug with a distasteful eye.

Raph inhaled sharply, hand flying to his neck, and took two staggering steps backwards. He breathed, "What the fuck."

Leo waved the evil little beetle at him. "Did you piss off someone? Maybe walk through a magical rainforest?"

"I – I – " Raph's face morphs into one of pure horror. "I'm so sorry."

"Aw, buddy." Leo opened a portal and flicked the beetle through it, sending the fucker to the moon. Then he waved it away and opened his hands in offer. "It's okay. I know you better than that."

Raph scooped him up in a hug so tight it took his breath away. He squeezed and squeezed and Leo bore it with the patience of someone who'd been a teddy bear for this man many a time.

"It's okay." Leo mumbled to him.

"Not really." Raph replied, miserable.

"You didn't mean it." Leo shrugged.

The arms around him tightened. Raph shuddered a breath.

"Okay, maybe you meant it a little bit." Leo amended, because it wasn't like this conversation was new. Just the vitriol at which he spat it. "But bud, I know you're not coming at me to hurt me. I'd never think that. You're literally doing this because you want me to be my best. I'm not stupid. I'm just really, really good at acting like it."

Raph pulled back enough to show his red eyes. "Then why won't you work with me here?"

Leo couldn't say, because I'm scared my best isn't good enough. Instead he pat his big brother's arm and said, "Let's get you checked out and make sure that beetle didn't cause any lasting effects, hey?"

"Leo–" Raph growled.

Too late. Leo eeled out of his grip and danced away, waving over his shoulder. "Come on, chop chop, I don't have all day you know."

Raph… sighed. And followed, shoulders hanging.

#rem askbox #ask game #rem fic

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littledreamer9211 · 2 days ago

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The bet. pt 2

A/N: Hi, it's me again. Happy New Year...have some more angst! This is part 2 so i'll add the link to part 1 just below. Just a quick thank you for all the love and support for part 1. I'm feeling the love and appreciate it all. As always, let me know what you think. This isn't the end. I'm thinking it'll be one more part but we'll see what my impulsive ass does.

CW: All the angst. Swearing. A protective best friend who i've given a name this time lol. Benny being adorable but also Benny - thats warning enough. a little bit anxiety and self-confidence issues. Old demons and bad habits coming back.

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Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader.

Word count: 3753

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Part 1

You don’t think you slept. It certainly doesn’t feel like you did but then the rest of the night was a bit of a blur so you couldn’t be sure. All you know for definite is that you’ve been lying on top of your side of the bed, staring out of the window long enough to have watched the sunrise through the open curtains.

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About an hour after you had locked the bedroom door last night Frankie had come to the door. When he realised the door was locked he gave a gentle knock and call of your name but the silence in return was enough to stop him from trying again. You were glad that he hadn’t pushed it anymore, you’re not sure what you would have done if he had insisted. A while later his deep timber voice could be heard talking on the phone. Guess it didn’t break when he threw it across the kitchen. He kept his voice low so you couldn’t make out what was being said but the tone was enough to let you know there was some crying going on.

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The sudden vibrations from your phone broke you out of your thoughts. The alarm letting you know it was time to get up and ready for work. Shit. You contemplated phoning in sick but then the life disasters of a classroom full of 6 year olds would probably be a welcome distraction from your own. As you got up you listened to see if you could hear him moving around but the house was silent. You had no idea if he was still here and it worried you a little that you didn’t care if he was or wasn’t. You even contemplated climbing out the window to get to your car just to avoid seeing him but then you shook your head - why should you be the one skulking about like you did something wrong? No thank you. Plus your keys were on the side table at the front door. After your shower you had tried to cover the bags under your eyes with some concealer but it was no use and at this point you didn’t actually care about how you looked. Thankfully all of your work bags were in the bedroom closet and you could grab a coffee on the road so there was no need to spend anymore time than necessary in the house.

Taking a deep breath to calm the sudden nerves, you opened the door and just about fell flat on your face. Something was laying on the floor that wasn’t usually there.

“What the fu-“

“Ah shit.” Frankie shot up into a sitting position, the cap that had been over his eyes falling to the floor beside him.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was a harsh whisper as you moved the straps of your bags back onto your shoulders and then stopped to take in the sight of him. He was now sitting against the wall opposite your bedroom door. Hair a mess from fingers running through it all night, clothes crumpled from sleeping in them and bags under his eyes that rivalled the size of yours.

“I-I ugh,” He cleared his throat, the morning rasp that you usually love now just awakening your heartbreak. “can’t sleep when you’re not near me.” He rubbed his hands over his thighs nervously as he took in your appearance. His eyes caught on the bags on your shoulders and a flash of panic crossed his features until he realised they were your school ones.

You shook your head in disbelief and let out a little scoff, “So glad one of us were able to get some sleep Frankie.” You turned on your heels and walked towards the front door as he scrambled to get to his feet in time.

“Thats not what I meant. Baby, please-“ He placed his hand on the front door to stop you from leaving.

“Move Frankie.” You couldn’t look him in the eye. Too scared of what you might see or say.

“Where are you going? Let’s talk about this.” He dipped to try and catch your eye, his hand moving to touch your arm but he let it fall quickly when you took a step back from him.

“I’m going to work.” You grabbed your keys from the side table and let out a sad sigh.

“Are you coming back?” His whispered plea for information bounced off of your walls that you could feel building back up and reinforcing themselves.

“I don’t know Frankie.” You forced yourself to look at him. “Please let me out.” The two of you standing there with tears pooling in your eyes. He hesitated for a moment and the slowly nodded his head whilst opening the door for you. You hadn’t planned to not come back. You hadn’t even thought about it. Just focusing on one step at a time and at the moment you just needed to leave.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as you passed by him. Your body froze for a second before you nodded your head in acknowledgment and slowly walked to your car. Frankie didn’t move. You could see him standing at the front door watching your car leave until you rounded the corner and couldn’t see him anymore.

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“There she is! Thank y- shit babe, you look awful! What’s wrong? Whats happened?” Your best friend jumped up from her chair as you placed the coffee cup on her desk and gave her a shy shrug. She placed her hands on your shoulders and gently guided you to sit on the nearest desk, taking a seat beside you and removing your own coffee cup from your shaking hands. “I honestly don’t know where to start Annie.” You bags fell from your drooped shoulders and you let them crash the floor by your feet as you fiddled with your hands in your lap and tried your hardest not to cry in the middle of her classroom.

“Are you sick? Is Frankie sick? Is he safe? Did something happen at work?” Her voice rose with panic as her mind flooded with all kinds of scenarios. When you shook your head she clasped her hands over yours and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you remember the night we met the boys?” She let out a huff of amusement at the memories of that night.

“We know I don’t remember every detail but I remember the important bits…well most of them.” You took a deep breath before telling her everything that happened last night.

“That motherfucker!” She was now pacing in front of you. Her hands flying in anger as she took in the story. “Annie!” you quietly scolded as you flashed your eyes over to the corridor to make sure there weren’t any little ears nearby.

“Babe I couldn’t give a fuck right now. I ought to march right over to that ass and give him a piece of my mind and then find his cronies and give them hell too!” You hadn’t even thought about the other boys and now that you were, it just made the situation hurt more. They all clearly knew and were part of it but not one of them told you. Yes it was Frankie’s responsibility as your husband but did they even try and talk him into telling you? “This’ll be why Will and Frankie have been texting me all morning.” Annie sat back down beside you with her now cold cup of coffee and handed you yours. “What do you mean? What have they been saying?” You watched as she took the lid off of her cup and took a sip whilst she seemed to cringe and the realisation of what she said.

“Well Will texts me all the time, especially when he’s back in town-“

“Annie.” You shot her a deadpanned look and she let out a dramatic sigh.

“They’ve both been asking me to keep an eye on you this morning but neither would go into details about why and I was just about to phone you when you text to say you were on your way in with coffee so I guessed you would tell me then.” She gave you an apologetic smile and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Tell them to mind their business.” Just then the school bell rang and Annie shot you a pained expression as she stood back up. “Are you sure you want to be here today? I could help find cover for you?” You stood to join her and she pulled you in for hug. You didn’t realise how much you needed it until you could feel yourself clinging on to her for dear life.

“I need the distraction.” She kissed your cheek as you pulled apart and gave your hand a final squeeze as the roar of children made their way to their classes. “Ok but if you change your mind let me know. I’ll bring lunch to your room.” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her over the heads of her class as you made your way quickly down the corridor to your own room.

By the end of the day you were completely and utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. Your phone had died just before lunch as you had forgot to charge last night but before it died you saw 27 texts light up your screen. Mostly from Frankie but there were a couple from Will, Benny and Annie too.

When Annie turned up in your room panicked with two bowls of the ‘good’ cake and custard from the dinner ladies, you quickly eased her mind when you explained that your phone was dead.

“That’s ok I was just going to start emailing you.” You let out a small laugh at her fake nonchalance.

She later sent a pupil along to your room with a charger and a note letting you know you were more than welcome to stay at hers tonight.

You decided not to charge your phone, instead enjoying the peace. You knew that if there was something important then someone could contact the school office to get you.

Annie finally managed to convince to leave with her and although you decided not to go to hers, you weren’t sure where you were going to go. But as fate would have it, someone else was making that decision for you.

You walked towards the carpark with Annie’s arm looped through yours as she babbled on about the drama in her class today when she suddenly stopped in her tracks and her body went completely stiff. Your head had been down watching the ground as you walked so you didn’t see the body leaning against your driver door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You lifted your head to try and see what or who had upset Annie so suddenly. Thats when you saw the tall blonde rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Annie moved so that her body became a physical barrier between you and Benny. “I just came to talk. I mean no harm.” He raised his hands in surrender as he stood to his full height but didn’t move out the way of your door.

“Don’t you think you’ve said enough Benny?” Both you and Benny winced at the brutal honesty of Annies words. It didn’t make you step in though. You were too tired for this and actually glad you had someone to fight this battle for you.

“Please, I wont take long. We just got worried when you didn’t reply to anyones texts.” Benny tried to get around Annie and look you in the eye but your head was down and your arms were wrapped around your body as another layer of protection as Annie started to verbally lay in to the man in front of her.

You had zoned out but caught the last of her rant “…fucking cruel.”. There was a slight blush on his face when you managed to look him in the face again. You decided you had better step in before a bigger scene was made. Parents and staff were already shooting glances in your direction and the last thing you needed was to be the gossip of the staff room and parent group chats.

“Annie it’s ok. I’ll talk to him.” You put a reassuring hand on her elbow and squeezed gently as your voice came out stronger than you were expecting. You could see her about to argue but you just nodded your head in reassurance. She sighed before accepting and shooting Benny one more warning look. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Promise.” You whispered in her ear when she pulled you in for one more hug. She seemed to hesitate at your dismissal but eventually made her way over to her own car.

You stayed in place until you watched her drive away and then Benny moved over to let you have room beside him against your car.

“What are you doing here Benny?” Your head tipped back to look at the darkening sky, pulling your jacket closer to your body. Noticing your movements, Benny took a small side step towards you. He didn’t touch you but his body heat made a little difference.

Apart from Frankie, Benny had become the closest of the guys to you. You were similar in age and loved to remind the other guys how old they were. You were like double trouble. He truly was one of your best friends and perhaps that was why this was hurting as much as it did. That not only was he the one that had to -drunkenly- bring up the bet but that it was him that had started the bet in the first place. Yeah obviously you didn’t know the guy when he apparently made the bet but he’s had nearly 4 years to get to know you. This was not how you treat a supposed best friend. Did you really know him? Could you get a person so wrong? Potentially. You married Frankie after all.

“I just wanted to say I’m so sorry for last night. I was way out of line.” You could see from the corner of your eye that he was standing in a similar position. “Yeah…you were.” You sighed defeatedly. “It’s not just on you though. Does he know you’re here?” You turned your head to take in his side profile and watched his throat bob as you waited for an answer.

He shook his head no and then cleared his throat, “Uh…no. I went over to your place this morning after Will told me everything that went down last night. I’m really sorry kid. It was never meant to come out like that.” Benny moved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders bunched up.

“It kind of feels like it wasn’t supposed to come out at all Benny.” You watched your feet as you kicked at a lose piece of gravel. “A bet Benny? Really? That shit hurts, especially coming from you.” Your voice cracked as a small tear slipped down your cheek. Benny’s head turned to take you in fully and you gasped in shock. How had you not noticed the growing black eye he now owned. “Did Frankie do that?” Your hand moved to touch his cheek but you caught yourself and pulled your hand back before you could.

“I deserved it.” He shrugged and tried to flash his usual cheeky grin but it didn’t make it up to his eyes and you could tell it wasn’t just because one of them was swelling up. “Listen, it’s not my place to tell you all of this. That’s his job. All I’ll say is that from the moment he saw you, he changed. The bet was never real. It was just to get his mopey ass motivated to keep trying to get you to go out with him. Im not sure if you remember…but you took playing hard to get to the next level!” He nudged his shoulder with yours and you both let out a small laugh. “He was in a bad place back then. We all were.” You watched as his face became sombre and glazed over in memory of those days. “You saved us all kid and we’ll never forget that.” You were crying freely now and when he noticed he gently pulled your body into his. You felt his chest expand as he took a steadying breath and placed a small kiss on the top of your head as a tear from his own eyes landed on your forehead. Slowly your arms wound around his waist as your sobs became uncontrollable.

Normally you would have no shame in crying but something in the back of your mind alerted you to the fact you were crying on a man that wasn’t your husband in the parking lot of your workplace.

Gaining some small sense of control back, you gently pulled yourself from Benny’s arms and used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe under your eyes. At the same time Benny moved to wipe a hand down his face before running both hands through his hair. He winced as his hand made contact with his black eye. “He shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered as you reached out to gently turn his chin and get a good look at his eye in the fading light.

He took both of your hands in his and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles that said much more than he was willing to say verbally before letting them go and taking a step back from you. “Im not trying to tell you what to do right now but he’s an absolutely wreck right now and I’m not saying it isn’t deserved…trust me I know it is.” He raised his hands again in surrender at the raise of your eyebrows. “but when he couldn’t get in touch with you and Annie stopped texting him back it took all of Pope and I’s strength to stop him from storming into the school just to make sure you made it and were ok.”

You winced at the thought of him having to be held back by two of the guys. “If you can find it in you, could you at least let him know if you’re going home or not tonight?” You arms were back wrapped around yourself. Part of you didn’t want to cause Frankie any stress but a slightly bigger part felt like he deserved to sweat for a while longer.

Benny must have been able to read your thoughts cause he let out a small huff of laughter and shook his head.

“Or you know…I could phone him and let him know your ok and face his wrath for coming to see you after his warning this morning.” His good eye suddenly bugged at the last part of his sentence. You shot him a questioning look and he tried to roll his eyes before replying, “He might have made me swear to stay away from you for a while but…well, you know me.” The dirtiest snort of a laugh burst from you as he shrugged his shoulders and tried to wink at you from his swollen eye. “Ow, shit.” His hand coming up to touch his eye gently when he let out a hiss of pain. “I forgot how good his right hook can be.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be a big, tough fighter these days Benny? Shouldn’t you have been able to block or dodge it or something?” You jested but his silence and wave of dismissal made you think that this black eye was his way of punishing himself. “Are you going to be able to drive with that? I can give you a ride?”

“Don’t you worry about me kid. I’ll be fine. It’s you we’re worried about.” You put your hand in your pocket and used your keys as a fidget as you stood and thought about everything that Benny had just said and suddenly something Frankie had said last night came rushing back.

“$200. Thats what I would have won.” Why had he emphasised the word ‘would’?

“Benny…what happened with the bet?” A small, genuine small appeared on his face as he watched you for a moment before answering. The keys in your hand jingling the more your anxiety rose.

“Like I said, there never was a bet kid. As soon as you agreed to give him your number that night I knew how this was going to play out.” Your brow furrowed in confusion but he continued on. “I just used the bet to make sure he didn’t give up on the best thing that would ever happen to him.” He stretched over and gave you shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Everyone knows how much I live for winding your husband up. Keeps his head straight and his heart true.”

Did Frankie know that? Was that what he had been trying to tell you but you were too stuck in your own head to give him the chance to say? Your eyes were brimming with tears again when Benny leant down to whisper in your ear, “Go home kid. Talk to him.” With a quick kiss to your cheek and a “Love yah,” thrown over his shoulder, he was turning around to walk over to what you now recognised as Will’s truck on the other side of the parking lot. Once Will caught your eye, he gave you a quick salut and wink before starting the engine and hopefully taking his brother home to deal with his worsening black eye.

You watched them leave the parking lot before pulling your keys out and unlocking the car. Once your bags were dumped on the passenger seat you searched through your handbag for your phone and plugged the charging cable from the radio into it. After a minute the device switched back on and your screen flashed with even more texts. The newest one being from Annie offering backup or a get away driver. You laughed but chose to ignore them all and go straight to Frankie’s name.

I’m coming home.

His reply came almost instantly.

Okay baby. I love you x

You decided not to reply and placed the phone in its holder before taking a deep breath and beginning your drive home.

#pedro pascal #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #benny miller #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #triple frontier imagine #santiago garcia #will miller #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction

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admirationandromantics · 2 days ago

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Camping Date

So cute, so adorable, it's great! I love date ideas, whether it's a spa night, or going out. Already being an established couple takes out the awkwardness and uncertainty of it all, I think. My writing is not top notch at this time, so I have to apologise for that, but the fact that you still like stuff is absolutely marvellous. Thank you all for requests, and the fact that you read what I write. It's incredible, and I appreciate it so much!! <3

Word count: 1,8k (Unedited)

🍋‍🟩Hello skilful writer, imagine briefly mentioning in a group setting (around Josh) that you haven’t ever been camping before because your family wasn’t that type of family to go and you’d never got the opportunity and you get an invitation to the lodge during the summer just for a casual hangout thinking nothing of it. You are welcomed by Josh at the door and you’re surprised by the fact it’s so quiet and he said he just wanted to hang out with you, he covers your eyes with his hands while he leads you out to the back garden and there’s a lovely tent (not huge but enough space for sleeping bags, a fridge as well as a tv and console and you guys game and stuff, you’ve never felt so seen and he admits he has never felt what he feels with you (delusional, I know) -@b3rryb3t

“Yeah, I love mountain climbing, camping comes natural with that as well” Sam explains, taking a sip of her drink. I’m sitting on the floor, using the edge of the couch as back-support. Josh is sitting on the cushions next to me, occasionally reaching out his leg for me to give him some attention.

“You know, setting up camp on a wall, looking out into the abyss, it’s gorgeous!”

“Sounds a little too much like extreme sports to me” Jess chimes in.

Everyone was sharing some types of camping stories, Josh and his family, Sam when climbing, Jess and Emily who were basically forced out because they needed family time. Mike told us about that one time he and the rest of the boys went, and we all listened with curious ears.

“Well, Josh was the only one who really knew what to do, so while he fixed everything, we made the fire”

“Wow, they made the fire like real men” Ashley whispers sarcastically to the other girls, and we all laugh.

“Tell us, how much time did you use to get it going?”

“Well…”

Josh interrupts him with a scoff, leaning back on the couch as everyone’s eyes fall on him.

“They didn’t manage, when I was done with setting up, they had at least used forty minutes, and weren’t even close blazing it up”

Everyone starts laughing while Matt, Mike and Chris silently look down on the floor, not daring to say anything else. I shift my gaze upwards, leaning back against Josh’s leg. His hand comes down to stroke my hair, fingers tangling down until he reaches my neck. Thumb rubbing soft, warm circles as I lean my head back.

“And what about you? Got any good camping stories?”

I think back, but I can’t remember. My family never went, and usually my friends have gone on family holidays, so they couldn't exactly invite me.

“Never gone camping before”

“What?” Josh exclaims, a bit shocked. His fingers stop their attack, and I nudge his leg, urging him to continue.

“Lucky” Emily says, letting Matt wrap a hand around her.

“Why have you never gone?” Sam asks. These people really couldn’t imagine it. I keep my explanation short, urging them to keep talking about something else.

“Never had a family like that, and most of my friends didn’t go either. Those who did went with the rest of their family”

Everyone hums in reply, understanding the situation, and Josh finally resumes the massage. I turn my head, giving his knuckles a small kiss and smiling before turning to the others again. Sam suddenly gets a glint in her eyes, sitting a bit up and exclaiming.

“We should go camping with the whole group sometime!”

“No!” “Yes!” People shout out at the same time. Then everyone starts yelling at each other, explaining why or why not this would be a good idea. My hand finds its way to Josh’s leg, slithering around him and using it as a pillow while I sit beneath him.

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We’re walking up to the lodge, the path being much easier when there isn’t a bunch of ice and snow in the way. He invited me over for a “summer getaway”, the complete opposite of what we usually do. It’s still cold here, it’s a mountain after all, but we don’t need gloves nor huge jackets. Instead of dark pine trees and white ground, the surroundings are blooming in greens and flowers. The trees look much more lively when the sun shines down and brings their dark colours forth.

“Okay, we’re here” Josh exclaims, stopping in front of the lodge.

“The mountain is easier to climb in the summer” I state, looking around. I can’t get enough, the colours and atmosphere. Occasionally seeing a small animal, which normally would have frightened me, but now, feels completely natural.

“It is, sorry to say, but you’ll not be able to see for a while”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to put this on” he says, holding a black piece of fabric in front of me. Usually, I would oblige at once, but considering we’re on a mountain with a bunch of wild animals.

“Josh, I know I look good, but do you really think this is the place?”

He laughs, rolling his eyes as he comes closer. His lips meet mine, caressing them with such tenderness, I can’t help but blush. It’s nice to know that even though we’ve been together for so long, he still makes me all giddy and flustered. As we kiss, I feel something heavy in front of my eyes, his hands making their way to the back of my head, fiddling with a knot. He tightens it, luckily not too tight, before leaning away and taking both my hands in his.

“Okay, you need to trust me on this”

“Famous last words” I joke, and he snickers, walking backwards in front of me. He leads me away, a couple of turns and swings, occasionally having to tell me if there’s a road block.

“You know, this is what people do when they’re about to kill someone”

“Or take them very hard against a tree in the middle of the forest” he adds.

“Hmm, wouldn’t be opposed to that idea”

“Then I’ll keep it in mind”

“Shit” I blurt out, leg walking into something which stumbles me. Josh is quick, letting me fall on him while one hand goes around my waist to hold me up.

“Sorry, should’ve told you about that branch”

“I hate being blind”

“I’m kinda into it”

“Of course you are”

We continue a bit more, being even more careful than before. He keeps saying we’re almost there, and I can’t wait to see what he means. He explains each step, making sure that I’m prepared for everything.

“Okay, this last one is a bit tricky, but you need to sit down” I nod, bending my knees before sitting completely down on the mossy ground. My feet are hanging down, signalling there’s a drop here. I wonder how far. He lets go of my hands, and I call out.

“Yeah, I’m right down here, I need you to jump”

“Josh, I can’t jump if I can’t see how far or where I’m going”

“Yes you can, just trust me, come on”

“Fuck” I mutter, the idea being terrifying. I take a breath, hands gripping the edge of the rock, scooching from the moss to the hard, stone edge. I jump, hands letting go and body in the air. I’m caught almost immediately, Hands going to my waist, slowly putting me down on the ground. I let out a breath of air, the thought was scarier than the fall.

“You made me think it was much further down”

“I didn’t say anything about the height” he laughs with a bit of a cocky attitude. I know he can’t see it but I roll my eyes. Gosh, were we almost there yet?

“Okay, we’re here”

He moves behind me, hands on my waist, keeping me steady. I take off the fabric, the sunlight immediately blinding. A couple of seconds later, I’ve finally adjusted, and am met with a cozy tent. In the middle is a small fire, not lit yet, with a bunch of pillows and blankets all over. There’s a huge dark one between some trees, set up like a screen, with a projector set up right by it. Consoles are beside it, and a small portable ice-bag is laid next to the tent.

I can’t even muster up words, everything being completely perfect and fixed.

“Oh my god”

“Do you like it?”

“Josh I love it”

I turn to him, a loving smile on his lips as I capture them in mine. He did all of this for me.

“Is this why you wanted to come up first?”

“Well, had to set everything up”

“I love you so incredibly much”

He deepens the kiss, hand coming behind my head, pulling me closer. My arms fall around his shoulder, hugging him tightly. What a wonderful guy, I must be the luckiest girl on earth.

“You said you’ve never been camping before, and I know having all this tech-stuff here is not quite traditional, but-”

“It’s amazing, I can’t believe you did this for me”

I give him another small kiss, taking his hand and leading him into the area. Everything is planned out, the daylight slowly giving out already, making the projector visible. We sit down, and he opens a drink before handing it to me. The clearing is beautiful, rocky moss ground and trees. A little squirrel climbs up, curiously looking down at us.

“How did you get the idea?” I ask, curious about his creativity.

“Well, you told me you never had been camping before”

My heart melts at the memory. A small thing, really, but he remembered it, and did something about it. He wanted me to have this experience, and he wanted to have it with the both of us. He walks up, turning on the projector and grabbing a couple of consoles before sitting back down beside me.

“So, have you done this with a lot of people?” I ask teasingly, leaning against him as he takes a sip.

“Nah, none have been that special. I’ve never quite felt before what I have with you”

“Neither have I”

He puts the drink down, hand going to my arm, urging me to do the same. I oblige, letting him lead me down, back pressed against the moss. His lips find mine, capturing them in a passionate manner. I open my mouth, letting my tongue roam over his lip. His hands wander over my body, groping and massaging every tender area. A small moan escapes my lips, and I feel him smile against me, slowly moving down to my exposed neck.

I open my eyes a bit, seeing the squirrel watching intently. I almost let out a laugh from the sight, and use my fingers to nudge him in the side.

“Josh…” “Mhmmm” he mumbles, continuously attacking my neck. He’s focused, working his mouth with magic.

“Someone’s watching us”

“What?”

He stops immediately, looking around worriedly. I laugh, pointing up at the animal. He looks in the direction, a foul expression on his face as he notices.

“Damn that thing”

“You know, you have made so much ready here, let’s play a couple of games before spending the night in the tent” I tease, sitting up and taking another sip of my drink.

“I promise you, no one sleeps well when camping”

“Then it’s good we’re not planning on sleeping”

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weinq · 2 days ago

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English Affair

synopsis: in which jeong yunho signs an NDA

genre: idol au! idol yunho x afab reader! fluff, suggestive

word count: 1.7k

author's note: this was supposed to be more comedic and more suggestive...but I wasn't sure how to approach it like that...

I hope you enjoy :))

~innie

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it was another night in a new city. jeong yunho loved the stage, he truly felt alive underneath the glow of the lights and the roar of his fans. being an idol wasn’t an easy path, the cut throat industry was filled with obstacles before one could even set foot in it- but it was during moments like this that made it all worthwhile. from his position on the stage, he could hear the voices of the fans calling out to him, they swayed their lights sticks to the rhythm of the beat while he and his best friends put out a performance of them.

“atinys!” mingi’s voice called out, and the audience cheered in response. mingi was up to his usual shenanigans; today he had their fans barking. mingi being the ring leader lead the braking while the atiny’s enthusiastically joined in.

yunho chuckled and jumped down the stage to interact with the fans near the barricade. he went toward the right, there was a figure in the crowd that caught his eye earlier. yunho wanted a better look at the atinty. “hello, hello” he said, as he walked alongside the crowd of screaming trying to grab his attention. he tried to give them as much of his time as possible, taking pictures with few fans along the way.

while mingi has the crowd barking, y/n noticed that yunho was doing rounds near her area of the barricade. her heart raced in joy upon being able to see her idol up close. y/n considered herself more of a causal listener in comparison to the die hard atinty’s standing besides her. but y/n has deep respect and admiration for the group, and seeing one of the members up close made her nervous.

“hello, sweetheart.” yunho says, as he approached the group of atiny’s next to her. “yunho!” she exclaimed in excitement, and waved to the boy in front of her. he gave her a sneaky smile and took the phone from her hand and started recording himself while y/n laid frozen. as an idol, he was a perfectionist, he mastered the art of being discreet. he used the fans as an excuse to get a better interaction with the girl.the fans burst in cheers of excitement and disappointment, several of them congratulated her while y/n tried to wrap her head around what was happening. yunho knew there wasn’t much he could do with a locked phone, so he simply recorded a 5 second view of himself and handed the phone back to the girl giving him just enough time to properly see her.

she’s even prettier up close, yunho thought.

y/n’s heartbeat raced, as yunho's soft hands brushed past hers while he handed her phone back. “see you later, pretty girl.” he smiled before he rushed out. she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the voices of the atiny’s in the crowd were just as a back track as she tried to get a grip of herself.

“thank you, london!!!” the group said, while taking their bows and saying their goodbyes to their fans. the lights then turned off, and the boys went backstage to cool down before their send off. yunho hoped that you would be there.

“what’s on your mind?” mingi asked as he threw on more comfortable clothes. “there's a girl.” he sighed. “i might never see her again, but i have my hopes up.” mingi nods in understanding, as idols their career were their partners. although their agency didn't have a dating ban in place for them, it was still difficult to date. they didn’t have the luxury of going out and meeting people.

“you might just have to pass her this.” he winks pointing to the envelope by the dressing mirror. he chuckles in response, “i might just have to.”

y/n waited at the send off area with the rest of the fans, her heart racing with excitement; she wondered if fate would favor her a little longer and grant her a second more with yunho. she secretly prayed for it.

sooner than later, the crowd erupted in cheers as the group walked out. standing near the end of the line, she waited eagerly, her anticipation growing with each step they took. y/n caught a glimpse of yunho, as he interacted with the fans. he had changed out of his concert costume into more comfortable clothing. he was wearing his glasses as well, which she found cute.

“hello, gorgeous!” he greeted her, and she smiled in response. “i loved you out there!”

“thank you, your support means a lot to us.” he said, once again taking the phone out of her hands. “you like doing that, huh?” she questioned with a giggle. “maybe, i just like you.” he said earning him a blushing girl next to him. she cast her eyes away, “smile, gorgeous.” he said, capturing a picture of them on her phone. “i gotta go now.” he says. y/n heart quenches in sadness that her once in a lifetime moment came to an end, but she nods in response. “bye, yunho!” she says. their hands brush against each other once more as yunho hand’s her phone back, but more before he slips a paper along with it.

for a second she wonders if she imagined it, but the paper feels rough under her palms. he throws her a final wink-so she’s sure that it’s real. but y/n couldn’t help but doubt herself, the venue was filled with many gorgeous fans so it wouldn’t be, right? it could be something else, and not what she hoped for. his number…she watches as their figures retreat and the rest of the fans head home as well.

she leaves the venue, clutching the paper tightly in her hands. y/n’s mind was a whirlwind of doubt, she was convinced she must be imagining things. but she doesn’t make it three blocks before curiosity overwhelms her. with trembling fingers, she unfolds the paper and begins to read, her heart pounding louder with each word.

“hey, beautiful.

i hope you have some time for me tonight. call me 00**** **** **.

-j.y”

y/n felt dizzy, this couldn't be real. it must be a dream she would soon wake up from, she probably fainted in the venue, hit her head and ended up in the hospital.

she dialed the number with trembling hands, her heartbeat raced with each ring.

“you think she will call?” mingi asks. they were in their van a few blocks away from the venue waiting in case the girl would call. yunho shrugs, “i can only hope.” yunho sincerely hoped she would. it hasn’t even been 5 minutes since they drove away, and fans would probably take a half an hour or more to get out, even though yunho knew that he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

soon enough, the phone rings. yunho, rushes out of the car nervously wanting privacy.

“hello?” y/n says shakily. yunho couldn't help but smile, “i thought you wouldn’t call, princess.” he says. “i thought i was dreaming.” the girl replies to which he chuckles. “where are you now?”

“just a few blocks away, i had to…know if i was dreaming or not.”

“well, this is real.”

after a quick conversation regarding her whereabouts, yunho leaves to find the girl.

y/n fidgeted with the miffy keychain on her bag nervously as she waited for yunho. she got off the phone with jeong yunho a few seconds ago. she knew what it meant, but she was still nervous. anybody would jump at the chance of spending the night with their idol, she would too but it felt more like a dream than anything to y/n.

"hello again," jeong yunho said, making his way toward her. "hi, yunho!" she greeted him nervously. "i asked you out, but i don’t even know your name." he laughed, sounding equally nervous. "i’m so nervous, i’m sorry," he added, and it was hard to believe that jeong yunho, the star, could be nervous about meeting her, but i guess we’re all human after all. "you’re jeong yunho," she replied shyly, "you’re a star. i’m the one who should be nervous." he smiled softly. "what’s your name?" "i’m y/n," she said awkwardly, holding out her hand. "y/n," he murmured, his eyes lighting up. "your name is as beautiful as you are." instead of shaking her hand, he gently took it, his touch warm. "so… what now?" she asked, unsure. yunho chuckled and, with a quick glance toward the hotel he pointed to, he gently led her that way.

“i hope that wasn’t a turn-off,” he said, glancing back at her. his voice had a light, teasing quality. "are you kidding? i don’t think anybody could make signing an nda sexy," she replied in mock offense, before quickly adding, “but you did.”

he laughed, the sound soft and easy. as they neared the hotel, he looked at her again. "i would’ve taken you to dinner first, under different circumstances," he confessed. "you can always make it up to me next time," she teased.

yunho grinned, his gaze lowering to hers as he moved closer. he placed his forehead gently against hers, the simple contact sending a quiet warmth between them. “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispered. "we could just talk." you nodded, understanding. you weren’t the type for casual hookups, but something about yunho felt safe, comforting. his hot breath against your skin only made the feeling more intense. “i want it,” you whispered back.

his smile deepened at your words. without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips warm and soft against yours. his hands found their way to your jaw, cradling your face as he deepened the kiss. you could feel the rush of breath between you, the heartbeat that seemed to sync with your own. “you can still refuse,” he murmured, pulling away briefly.

you pulled him back in by the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. “how about a shower first?” you whispered against his lips. yunho raised an eyebrow, amused. “kinky.” “you’re probably a sweaty mess after the concert,” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed.he grinned, his eyes darkening with mischief. "there’s going to be a lot more sweating."

the second kiss was even more intense, more urgent. the taste of his lips, the shared warmth, the undeniable pull between you, it was intoxicating. clothes became an afterthought as you both fumbled to undress, each movement laced with anticipation. "we’ll take it to the shower then, baby," he chuckled, leading the way.

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HANDS THAT SHAKE

CONTENTS:・angst-heavyish plot ・star!reader ・mild language ・mentions of blood (one time)・artist!chris is mean・drug dealing ・parent-child conflict + more WC: 2.1k

recommended to listen on repeat. a song a dear friend of mine showed me! it’s very star + chris core.

The cough started small—quiet, barely noticeable. But over the last few days, it had grown louder, harsher, and wetter. Chris had ignored it at first, telling himself Evelyn always bounced back. But tonight was different. Tonight, when she pulled her hand away from her mouth, there was blood on her fingers.

“Shit,” Chris muttered under his breath, his pulse quickening. Lila sat cross-legged on the couch, her tiny hands clutching a crayon, oblivious to the chaos brewing in the room.

Chris rushed to grab his keys, his voice tense as he crouched down in front of his sister. “Lila, listen to me. I gotta take Ma to the hospital. Star’s gonna come over for a bit, okay?”

“Why? Is Mommy okay?” Lila’s voice trembled, her wide, tear-filled eyes already brimming with fear.

“She’s gonna be fine,” Chris lied, brushing her curls away from her face. “Just sit tight, alright? I’ll be back.”

He dialed Star as he helped Evelyn into the car, his words rushed and uneven.

Star arrived moments later, heart hammering in her chest at the urgency in Chris’s voice. Lila clung to her hand the second she walked in, her tiny body trembling.

“Do you wanna color?” Star asked softly, sitting beside her on the couch.

Lila shook her head, her lip quivering. “When’s my Mommy coming home?”

Star’s throat tightened. “Soon,” she said, forcing a smile. “She just needs the doctors to check on her.”

But the hours dragged on, and when Chris finally returned, his face was pale and drawn. He barely glanced at Star as he scooped Lila into his arms and muttered, “Thanks,” before disappearing into the trailer.

Evelyn was hospitalized again, and Lila hadn’t stopped crying since. Chris looked like a ghost—dark circles under his eyes, his movements stiff with tension. Star stopped by to check on them, bringing soup for Lila and snacks she hoped Chris might eat.

“She’s just upset,” Star said gently, placing the soup on the counter after Lila had run to her room. “She doesn’t understand what’s going on, be patient with her.”

Chris slammed the cabinet door shut, the sound making her flinch. “You don’t get it,” he snapped, his voice sharp. “You don’t know what the fuck I’m dealin’ with, Star. Stop actin’ like you do.”

Star froze, her chest tightening. “I’m not trying to act like anything, Chris. I just—”

“Just what?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “You think showin’ up with soup is gonna fix all this? News-Fucking-Flash: it doesn’t.”

Her throat burned, but she swallowed the lump forming there. “You’re just stressed,” she said softly. “You don’t mean it.”

His laugh was bitter. “Don’t tell me what I mean. You don’t know shit about me.”

Star blinked back tears, grabbing her bag. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she turned to leave.

Star had tried to apologize a few days later but Chris ignored her, acting like she didn’t exist. The weight of his coldness pressed down on her chest, making the air in her trailer feel heavier than usual.

She sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV when she heard the door slam.

“Star!” Danny’s voice thundered from the kitchen.

She quickly got up and retreated to her room, but seconds later, he barged in, the smell of beer clinging to him like a second skin.

“You think you’re too good to clean up your fuckin’ mess?” he barked, his eyes wild.

“What mess?” Star asked, her voice trembling.

“The dishes in the sink, your goddamn cat’s shit all over the floor! This place looks like a fuckin’ dump.”

“Sorry-..I’ll clean it,” she stammered, trying to keep her voice calm.

“You’re always ‘gonna do somethin’.’ You don’t do shit, Star. You just sit around in your dark little cave, feelin’ sorry for yourself.”

Star bit the inside of her cheek, her hands shaking as she tried not to react.

“All you’re good for is runnin’ away,” he sneered. “Thinkin’ the world owes you somethin’ just ‘cause your mommy died.”

Her stomach twisted painfully, tears pricking her eyes.

“You think you’re special? You’re not. You’re just like her—a fuckin’ quitter. Only difference is, she’s dead now, and it’s your goddamn fault.”

Star’s knees buckled as the words hit her like a physical blow.

“You’re so fuckin’ stupid,” Danny continued, his voice dripping with venom. “Dunno why that bitch thought one little essay was gonna save you. Look at her—dead now. Didn’t save shit, did it?”

The tears spilled over, silent and hot, as Star stormed past him, slamming the door behind her. The cold air bit at her exposed skin as Star ran, her breath fogging in the icy night. Her lungs burned, but she didn’t stop. She needed to move, to outrun the sound of his voice, the sting of his words. It always got like that, to the point where he was just speaking to hear his own insults, they never really related to whatever he was initially upset about. It felt like he just want a reason to let it out— someone to let it pour onto.

The streets of Pine View were empty, the world quiet except for the pounding of her heart and the slap of her sneakers against the pavement.

When she finally slowed, her breath came in ragged gasps. She hugged herself against the chill, her tears drying on her cheeks. Star’s footsteps slowed as she approached the convenience store. The flickering neon sign buzzed faintly in the cold night air, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. She froze when she saw Chris’s car parked at the edge, tucked into the shadows.

Her breath hitched as the driver’s side door opened, and Chris stepped out, his hood pulled low over his face. Another figure approached him—taller, their hood up, movements quick and deliberate.

Star’s stomach twisted as she watched Chris pull something from his pocket: a small plastic bag. The other guy handed him a wad of cash before stuffing the bag into his own jacket and walking off without a word.

Chris lingered for a moment, shoving the cash into his pocket. As he turned back toward his car, his eyes landed on her. His body tensed, his gaze narrowing as he scanned the area around her.

“The fuck’re you doin’ out here?” His voice was low but sharp, cutting through the quiet like a knife.

Star’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She felt rooted to the spot, the weight of what she’d just seen pressing down on her chest. “I— I needed to get out,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris stepped closer, his brows furrowed. “At this hour? Alone?” His eyes darted around again, his suspicion obvious.

“I couldn’t stay there,” she said, her throat tightening. “What about you? What are you doing?”

He let out a short, bitter laugh, the sound grating. “Nothin’? Can’t leave my house without permission now or what!.”

Star shook her head, “Chris, please don’t lie to me. You don’t have to. I’m not stupid—I saw what you just did.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away, running a hand over his face. “You didn’t see shit,” he muttered, his voice low. “Jus’ drop it.”

“ M’not dropping it,” she said, her voice growing steadier even as her chest ached. “If it’s about money, I can—I can get a job. I can help. You don’t have to—”

“Help me?” He cut her off with a sour laugh, his tone biting. “You wanna help me, Star?” He stepped closer, his eyes dark and cold. “You can’t even fuckin’ help yourself. You get yelled at, and all logic flys out that pretty little head of yours and you run around this god forsaken town in the middle of the night like your invencible— you’re not.”

The words slammed into her, her breath catching as tears welled in her eyes. “That’s not—” she started, but her voice faltered.

“What is it then? Y’think you can fix shit? Y’can’t even handle your own life without fallin’ apart. stop actin’ like you got all the answers.”

The lump in her throat grew, and her vision blurred with tears. “I’m not trying to—”

He interrupted again, his voice cold and final. “You don’t care about me. You just wanna feel better about yourself. That’s all this is.”

Her chest tightened, the air around her feeling colder, sharper. The words hung between them, heavy and suffocating. Her tears spilled over, silent and hot, as she stared at him, her lips trembling.

Chris’s expression shifted for a split second—just enough for her to catch the flicker of regret in his eyes. But it wasn’t enough.

Without another word, she turned and ran, her breath hitching painfully as the tears blurred the world around her. She didn’t look back.

Chris stood there for a moment, his hands shoved into his pockets, watching her disappear into the night. His chest felt heavy, the weight of his own words pressing down on him like lead.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. But instead of chasing after her, he turned back to his car, forcing himself to ignore the gnawing guilt in his gut.

Star’s legs burned as she stumbled up Madison’s porch steps, her breath coming in broken gasps. Her tears blurred her vision, making the small porch light above Madison’s door shimmer like a halo. She barely had the strength to lift her arm and knock, her hand trembling as she hit the wood.

The door opened almost instantly, and there stood Madison, her warm brown eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. Star was shaking, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her hoodie soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin.

“Star?” Madison’s voice was soft but filled with alarm. She reached out, gently pulling Star inside before she could say anything.

The warmth of the house hit her like a wave, but it wasn’t enough to stop the shivering. Star stood frozen, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Madison’s hands were steady as they gripped her shoulders, her voice calm and soothing.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Madison said softly. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”

Star shook her head, a broken sob escaping her lips. The dam burst, and the tears came fast and hard, her body trembling as she collapsed into Madison’s arms.

Madison didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Star, holding her tightly as she sobbed into her shoulder. “s’okay,” she whispered, her voice low and steady. “I’ve got you. You gotta breathe.”

Star clung to her, her fingers gripping the back of Madison’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright. The sobs came in waves, shaking her entire body, her breath hitching painfully as she tried to calm down.

Madison guided her to the couch, sitting her down gently before disappearing for a moment. When she returned, she had a blanket and a glass of water.

“Here,” she said softly, draping the blanket over Star’s shoulders and sitting beside her. “Take your time. No rush.”

Star took the water with trembling hands, managing a small sip before setting it down on the coffee table. The blanket smelled like lavender, warm and familiar, and she pulled it tighter around herself.

Madison sat close but didn’t press. She simply placed a hand on Star’s knee, her thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing rhythm.

When the sobs finally subsided into quiet sniffles, Star found her voice, though it was barely a whisper. “ M’sorry.”

Madison frowned, her brows knitting together. “For what?”

Star shook her head, her voice breaking. “For showing up like this. For crying all over you. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Star,” Madison said softly, her tone firm but kind. She shifted closer, her hand still resting on Star’s knee. “You don’t have to apologize. Not to me. You can always come here, okay? Always.”

Star’s lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears again, but this time they didn’t spill over. She nodded, her throat tight as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Madison gave her a small, reassuring smile, her hand moving to gently rub Star’s back. “You’re okay now,” she said. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. You’re not alone, never are with me.”

And finally Star felt a sliver of relief, It didn’t fix the ache in her chest, didn’t erase the weight of her father’s words or Chris’s cruelty. But in Madison’s small living room, wrapped in a lavender-scented blanket and the warmth of her best friend’s kindness, she felt wanted.

AUTHORS NOTE:i just dk ab this one uhhhdhdjfjjccnnfkeisixkd :,)

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