#jasmine h confession

[rededgecitycouncil]

Jasmine's ass and thighs look like some nice ear muffs for this winter. @jasminexharris

[it-happened-one-fic]

Beyond Compare - Rook

Author Notes: I have finally done it! I have written a Rook fic that isn't part of a series! I wrote this while listening "Adore" by Jasmine Thompson and I have to confess that this fic ended up kind of sappy. But then, it is a Rook fic, so there is that. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ romantic/ fluff

Word Count: 1809

You looked around at the campus grounds, listening to Rook go on a characteristically long and spiraling praise-filled tangent about the beauty of this day.

You’d often wondered what it would be like to see things the way Rook did. To be able to look at most anything in the face and see the innate beauty of it. No matter if it was something difficult or unpleasant.

Because Rook never seemed to have difficulty finding beauty in anything. Be it a flower, cloud, person, or something less pleasant, like a painful moment, the struggles of life, or a generally weighty emotion.

He’d once called tears the crystallization of powerful emotions, beautiful in their own way, despite the way they often symbolized the raw, unfettered emotions of a person who shed them. And, just like that, you hadn’t been able to look at tears the same way. 

Even if you still didn’t care for the thought of crying in front of people, tears no longer seemed like such a shameful thing. How could they when Rook could see such beauty in them?

Perhaps that was why, even despite all his numerous eccentricities that drove many people away, you couldn’t help but regard Rook with a certain degree of awe.

And it was so strange. Because when you’d first met Rook, you’d had a very similar opinion of him as Epel had held. That he was a kind man, but beyond strange. 

Certainly not someone you’d ever find yourself respecting, much less a close friend whom you were beyond fond of.

In many ways, you longed to be able to look at things the same way that Rook did. With eyes that sought only the beauty of the matter and didn’t focus on the bad while simultaneously recognizing that something wasn’t perfect. Rather, it could be both beautiful and bad all at once without ever contradicting itself.

Sort of like the poisons that the Pomefiore students so prided themselves on making. Beautiful with their brilliant colors, but in no way innately good.

You’d never been able to fully manage it, though. Not with anything, save for one man. The very same one who taught you how beautiful the world could be so long as you chose to perceive it that way.

When you’d first met him, Rook had not struck you as particularly beautiful. It was true that he was, in many ways, an attractive man. But so were his peers. 

NRC seemed to be a place perpetually filled with attractive people, and you could cite every single one of your classmates as evidence of this fact.

When Rook stood alongside people such as Vil, Leona, Epel, and Trey, he didn’t seem quite so unique in his good looks.

But as you’d gotten to know him and befriended him, you’d come to realize that Rook’s beauty did not lie in mere physical features. Rather, Rook’s true beauty came through in his personality, as odd as it could be.

It was true that many of the things Rook did still left you wondering and questioning why you’d decided to befriend him specifically. After all, you could fully understand why most beastmen avoided Rook solely on the grounds of his stalking ways.

But then, it was also true that Rook’s ability to remain true to himself and support others in their times of need was admirable. Rook, as a whole, was a fascinating man whom you couldn’t quite help but feel drawn to.

He was reliable, and, like so many others, you’d fallen prey to leaning on him in stressful times without even entirely realizing what you were doing. 

He never seemed to mind, though. In fact, he seemed to welcome and encourage it, as he seemed to be perpetually waiting with his arms wide open should you have need of him.

And you knew that you could trust that he wouldn’t judge, or that if he did, it wouldn’t be in a cruel way. Because since Rook was so innately capable of seeing beauty in the difficult, he could also accept most anything, even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it.

You stopped walking as you realized your usually chatty friend had fallen silent, and you looked towards him, worry creeping into your mind as soon as you noticed his silence.

Rook could go on and on for hours, and depending on who you asked, that might be a good thing or a bad thing.

You were fairly neutral toward his chattiness. At times, it was frustrating, since it could be very difficult to move along if you needed him for something and he’d struck up a conversation with someone. But, on the other hand, his social nature could be quite handy since his falling silent was almost always a sign of something.

He’d either found a target for stalking or noticed something else that had caught his interest. And, as you looked his way, it became obvious that whatever he’d noticed had something to do with you.

Rook gazed at you with a gentle smile that reminded you of exactly how perceptive he could be sometimes as his eyes locked onto your form and he stopped alongside you. And a small part of you wondered how long he’d been observing you.

He’d been chatting quite enthusiastically about his recent antics in the science club, so surely it hadn’t been too long?

“You appear to be in deep thought, Trickster. Is something bothering you?” His tone was just like it always was. Gentle and soft. Not prying, but calmly inquiring.

Was he worried or curious? It was impossible to tell, and that was quite likely part of Rook’s charm. The certain bit of mystery he managed to keep even despite being one of the most talkative people you knew.

In fact, he might even be able to outdo Ace in chattiness, though you prayed you would never find out if that were the case.

You lifted a shoulder, smiling slightly. There was no way that telling him that you’d just been pondering him, in all of his intricacies, wouldn’t be awkward, if not embarrassing. But your thoughtful silence was also awkward now that he’d mentioned it. Especially since he might think you’d been ignoring him.

And though you had been largely lost in your own thoughts, you hadn’t been totally ignoring him. He’d apparently caused a rather glorious explosion that you were pretty sure you’d heard while helping Crewel organize potion ingredients earlier today.

“I was just wondering what it was like to see things the way you do,” You at last gave up, deciding to share a tidbit of your thoughts without sharing everything.

Rook’s eyes widened comedically at your words, and you found yourself grinning as he looked around him, almost like he was looking for an explanation, “Is it truly so amazing? The world around us is plein de beauté!”

You nodded, half amused by his surprise, “I know it is, Rook. But I’m talking about how you can find beauty in anything. No matter how impossible it may seem.”

Somehow, you felt your expression soften. Fondness melting and molding your smile as you looked at the young man, whose expression slowly shifted from surprise to a warm smile of his own.

“Ah, Je vois….” He trailed off slightly, gazing at you with a special sort of tenderness before he nodded, almost more to himself than to you. “I must confess that it is easier to find the beauty in some things than in others.”

You laughed slightly at his admission, “Well, of course, that’s-”

He continued, interrupting you gently as he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were analyzing your every feature as he spoke, “For instance, you have always had an incomparable beauty to you, Trickster.”

Were it anyone else, you might have grown flustered. But Rook had never been one to be shy when it came to doling out praise, whether it was earned or not. He hadn’t been when you’d first met him; he wasn’t now, and you doubted he ever would be.

It was another part of his charm, you supposed. Just a part of who he was.

So you only shook your head, still amused by the young man as sarcasm crept into your voice, “Well, you’ve certainly complimented me enough times for me to believe that.”

Rook shook his head at you, as he so often did when you gently turned down his compliments or protested in some way that he praised you too heavily.

He reached out, his gloved fingers nearing your face, before he stopped himself, his smile turning more complicated by the second as his fingers curled back and away from your face like he was restraining himself.

And normally, you would have been unbothered by such gestures from Rook. He was an incredibly affectionate individual, after all. But he wasn’t one to restrain his affections, and as you stared at that complicated smile of his that was filled with so many emotions that you couldn’t even begin to sort them all out, you faltered.

You felt yourself go still as he spoke, his voice beyond soft to a degree where if you’d been even a single step further from him, you doubted you would have heard his words.

“True though that may be, your beauty struck me far more quickly than most. To the point where, if I didn’t know such a thing was impossible, I would have believed that I adored you far before I met you, Trickster.”

You swallowed at his soft words, your own eyes wide now. Because this… This was different from Rook’s usual praise. 

This felt more personal, more intimate, and more like a confession than you ever could have been prepared for.

Rook was a man who revered love. And though he may love many things, you couldn’t ever imagine him saying such words very lightly. Not when he was the epitome of a hopeless romantic, and not when he always meant every word of praise he showered on someone, even if they were ridiculous.

And when you could see that strange expression on his face that softened as he watched your reaction, you couldn’t help but feel even more convinced that there was something more to what he was saying this time than there usually was.

“It seems I truly can’t ever take my eyes off of you, Trickster. You are far too beautiful, and I can’t bear to ever miss out on that…. On you.”

To see beauty in everything was Rook’s talent. But even taking that into account. Even considering how frequently he’d proclaim something was beautiful and you’d laugh in response, you had no doubts that, at the very least in Rook’s eyes, you were beyond beautiful.

And, in your eyes, Rook was far beyond compare.

[joedirtymadre]

Hi!!! I really like your writing!! but I'd like to give you an unwanted suggestion 👉👈 (you can take ot or leave it, I understand of course) Reading the fics gets really tiring when the paragraphs are so long, maybe you should break them down a little so it's easier to understand! Also I've seen it's more common to write in third person, reading in first person feels a little weird. Maybe you like things that way and it's totally okay, but I think trying these might help a little so more people read your stuff. I send u a big hug! Please keep writing! 💖

Jasmine Tea

YUJI X READER! FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS 😭) Also my bad for writing first person. I’ll try third person and making my paragraphs shorter, old habits make it tuff 🥲

“Come on (Y/N), just confess to him!” Nobara sighed as she pushed me towards Yuji’s door. “B-But I was set up. You and Panda played me during truth or date…” you said as you tried to fight back, but it was no use. “What are you talking about? It was a… fair game,” Nobara hesitated. “You just hesitated before saying fair,” you pointed out. “Well we���re already here, so… good luck!” She said as she knocked on the door and ran away. “Wait! Take me with y-“

“(Y/N)?” You heard as the door opened. “O-Oh… hey Yuji. H-How are you?” You stuttered. “Good and you? And was Nobara just here, I swear I just heard her,” he said as he looked down the hallway. “No, just me! Just wanted to say hi!” You said, and tried to walk away, but saw Nobara and Panda peek down the hallway, with a mischievous expression. Oh, right… the punishment game.

“Uh Yuji… are you free?” You asked. “Free?” He asked. “Y-Yeah… there’s a new ramen shop I wanted to try,” You said nervously. “Ramen, that does sound pretty good right now! Let me grab my coat,” he said before rushing in and quickly running back out with a jacket on. You looked over towards Nobara and Panda, both of them gave me a thumbs up before going back into hiding. Both of you then headed off campus and towards town.

While in the metro, you noticed it was pretty packed so you both had to stand. “(Y/N) have you checked out the menu? It looks so good,” he grinned. You nodded, “Yeah, I heard they have a super spicy broth, and I’m really excited about it,” you replied. “That does sound good, maybe I’ll get a side of gyoza too. It's been a while,” he pointed out. “Ooh, gyoza sounds great. You know what else I haven’t had in a whi-“ You were cut off, due to the metro stopping all of a sudden.

You braced yourself for impact, but instead landed on a firm yet soft surface… “Are you ok?” Yuji asked. You widened my eyes, and looked up to see that he had caught me. “I’m f-fine,” you blushed. “Good,” he smiled, but instead of loosening his grip, he still kept his arm wrapped around your lower back. “It’d be better if you hold onto me. I’ll make sure you don’t fall,” he said. You slowly nodded and held onto him as the metro continued on track to our destination.

The metro soon arrived at your destination and you and Yuji quickly got off and headed towards the new ramen place. After quickly being seated down at a table, as you sat across from each other and began looking through the menu.

“I might get a hot tea, I’d hate to mix something cold with something super hot and then get sick later,” you explained. “Alright, sounds good. How about some jasmine tea?” He asked. “Sure,” you nodded. After ordering and a few more minutes of chatting the waiter returned with the pot of tea. “Here you go-OH!” The waiter yelled as he slipped. He accidentally dropped the kettle on the table, causing it to shatter at impact. You covered my face, but felt the hot liquid hit my arms. “Ow!” You yelled. “(Y/N)!” Yuji said worriedly and rushed over. “Are you hurt? Y-You got burned!” He said, and grabbed your hand and dragged you to the restroom.

He ran into the women’s bathroom and rushed me over to the sink. He quickly splashed cold water on my arms. “Y-Yuji…” you said softly, as you watched him continue to splash cold water on your burn. “I’m sorry, I should’ve caught it. Now you got burnt,” he said softly. You stayed quiet, and stood there as he continued to mend you. The manager and the waiter apologized profusely, and even gave you a 50% coupon for a whole year. Yuji still wasn’t too happy, but honestly you just wanted to go home. Plus, the manager gave you a big container of gyoza to take home.

The ride back home was silent, even on the metro. “Yuji… are you ok?” You asked as you just arrived at the campus stairs. “I’m fine, I just…” he trailed off. “Sorry about tonight. It’s my fault we couldn’t try the super spicy broth after all,” you joked, hoping it would lighten the mood. “Maybe next time, but… I didn’t like seeing you get hurt. I don’t know why, cause we’ve been on missions before. But this time was different, I got so mad I wanted to punch that guy,” he sighed as he scratched his head. “Well… I sometimes get like that too,” you blushed. “You do?” He asked, looking to face me. You nodded, “When we’re on assignments or when you come back from one and you’re all beaten up, or injured my whole heart feels like it was smashed.” You answered. “That’s how mine felt!” He said. “Then maybe…” you blushed. “Maybe what?” He asked. “C-Can I check something?” You asked nervously. “Sure,” he said. “C-Can you close your eyes real quick?” You asked, hoping he won’t notice how nervous you’re acting. “Uhh… ok,” he shrugged and shut his eyes.

You slowly walked up to him and stared at him for a second. Before you slowly lifted yourself with your tippy toes, and held onto his shoulders for balance. “(Y-“ you cut him off, with a gentle and soft kiss. You immediately felt him tense up, and quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry! I thought- I just-“ but was interrupted as you were suddenly pulled into another, more passionate kiss.

This time you tensed up, but slowly you allowed your body to relax into the kiss. After a few more seconds you finally pulled away, trying to catch your breath. You stared at Yuji’s light pink tinted cheeks. “S-So you like me too?” You asked, feeling excited. “I’ve always liked you (Y/N)… but I guess I didn’t realize that I liked you more than a friend,” he laughed, nervously. “I’ve always liked you too, and I’m glad we hung out today,” you smiled. “Yeah, me too. So, is that reason why you invited me out today? You were planning to confess?” He asked, as he wrapped his arm around you. “Something like that,” you answered.

[thesakuragarnet]

My Eden

Summary: After casually seeing each other for weeks, Hawks is desperate to take things to the next level with Dabi... but the villain is desperate to tell him the truth.

~My, my, those eyes like fire~ ~I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre~

(Inspired by Sleep Token's "Take Me Back To Eden")

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: canon-typical violence, DabiHawks, canon-ish timeline, swearing, fluff, smut, light angst, intimacy, alternate canon, making out, love confessions/confessions in general, (demisexual Dabi timeline of mine?)

Word Count: 2,867 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: virgin Dabi, sub top Dabi, flirty bottom Hawks, explicit s3xual content, grinding, quirk use during s3x, first time, praise k!nk, a n a l s3x, sweet/hot

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Dabi can't take it anymore. He simply doesn't know what to do with himself. Every fleeting touch. Every light laugh. Every adoring glance. Hawks has been nothing but angelic toward him, and Dabi is utterly obsessed. Their first date was unnaturally natural...they were like two sides of the same coin. Dabi found himself wishing Hawks would never shut up; just hearing his voice was enough to make his heart flutter and his stomach fill with butterflies. Even though he tried to fight it, he's fallen in love with Keigo Takami all over again...his childhood friend turned enemy...turned partner as of a few weeks ago. Keigo had no idea...and, surprisingly, he hadn't seemed to make the connection yet. He'd rekindled his feelings by jumping headfirst, and Hawks seemed to return every subtle gesture with unmatched intensity. Dabi had never felt more loved in his entire life. He never thought he'd deserve this...he never thought someone could think about him in these ways before. He'd been biting his tongue with every passing second. He loved Hawks. There was zero doubt that he loved Hawks...but something inside him forbade him from voicing it aloud. He was afraid. Dabi's paranoia had a chokehold on him. Hawks was still a Pro Hero. Hawks could still be a traitor... Still...some part of him wanted Keigo to know the truth.

...

Typically, it was Dabi that would orchestrate meetings with Hawks...so it caught the scarred villain off guard when the Hero messaged him, requesting a rendezvous at their usual warehouse by the harbor on the outskirts of the Gunga Mountain Villa.

Dabi takes a deep breath as he straightens the collar of his leather jacket before pushing the sliding door and stepping into the darkness of the warehouse. Usually, it smells like dust and salt...but tonight, Dabi can smell faint jasmine and cinnamon. He raises his eyebrow. 

"Hawks?" Dabi calls out cautiously, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he sees faint orange glows and shadows flickering off the walls. He walks down the aisle of boxes, turning through the maze until he gets to the alcove where they usually meet. His eyes widen. Hawks has laid out scented candles sparsely on the metal beams, and he leans against the back wall, seemingly impressed with his minimal efforts to set a mood. 

"What's all this?" Dabi mutters, feeling his heart race. Hawks smiles smugly. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I just...I wanted us to finally get a little alone time is all. I know it's hard with that Skeptic guy bugging the entire base. It's not like we can go to the movies either. You: one of Japan's most wanted. Me: one of Japan's most loved. We wouldn't get to enjoy it," Hawks rambles as he slowly struts up to his boyfriend, batting his long eyelashes up at him. 

"So you wanted to meet for some alone time? You don't wanna talk business?" Dabi stammers, a little confused. Hawks is wearing one of his tighter compression shirts, and he can see the shadows of his sculpted muscles through the flickering firelight. 

"I mean...it's our business," Hawks smirks, tracing his finger on the low neckline of Dabi's T-shirt. Dabi's face feels hot, and he gulps.

"You don't have some patrol you need to be at?" Dabi tries to make an excuse. He's not used to this tension. He's not used to wanting it to snap in a split second. Usually, he'd want to burn anyone who dares touch him...he even only limits Toga and Twice to five-second hugs. But...Dabi could let Hawks touch him until the world ended...until his brain dissolved into nothing. 

"You're more important," Hawks trills, golden eyes melting into cerulean as their gazes meet. Dabi feels like his chest is going to implode at the words. Hawks praises him so casually...it's all intoxicatingly alien. If his skin was his own, Dabi would be feeling goosebumps. 

"Please," Dabi rolls his eyes, trying to brush it off, but he can't hide the subtle want in his tone. Hawks picks up on it instantaneously. He walks his fingers up to the edge of Dabi's jacket collar, teasingly pushing at it. 

"Maybe we should lose these jackets...it's getting a little hot in here," Hawks grins, and Dabi feels his mouth dry out. He lets the hero slip off his leather, and the silver conductor cuffs resonate as the jacket falls to the floor. Without a word, Dabi helps Hawks out of his Hero jacket, absentmindedly tossing it to the side. Dabi sharply inhales as Hawks immediately traces the scars that run up his arms. He presses just hard enough to where Dabi can feel it, his manicured nails dancing delicately over the purple skin. Dabi can't take his eyes off of Hawks' biceps as they flex; it's like he's in a trance. 

"You know...I've been doing a lot of thinking," Hawks murmurs softly, making Dabi freeze.

"And...I think...I want to take our relationship to the next level, Dabi," Hawks breathes, leaning forward to whisper in the villain's ear. 

"Would you like that?"

Dabi can feel the grin on Hawks' lips before he presses them just below his ear, and, on pure instinct, he grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him against the wall. He hates how vulnerable he feels. He's supposed to be stoic. He's supposed to be untouchable. Dabi doesn't feel things... Touya does. The part of him that died all those years ago...consumed by too much emotion. He's felt that part of him awaken the more he interacts with Hawks. Touya...Keigo's childhood friend. Touya...the part of him that refuses to remain silent for much longer. 

"Sorry. Sorry. Forgot you prefer things slow," Hawks laughs light-heartedly, eyes twinkling in the darkness, and Dabi's grip slacks. He expects Hawks to fear him...maybe he should want Hawks to be afraid. Yet, he never is. 

"Let's just...see where...this takes us," Dabi admits, feeling his heart skip beat after beat. "I'm just...I'm still not sure if I trust you."

' I'm not so sure that I trust anyone, ' Dabi thinks to himself. It physically pains him to speak it aloud. He doesn't trust Hawks...he trusts Keigo . 

Hawks' gaze softens, and he gently reaches up, cupping Dabi's face in his hands. "Then...let me help you learn to trust me."

Hawks' eyes flutter closed, and he leans in. Dabi lets the darkness envelop him as he submits, letting the hero join their lips. Hawks' kisses are ethereal, and Dabi melts into every single one of them. The Pro Hero's hands travel past Dabi's cheeks, wrapping around the back of the villain's neck limply, and Dabi moves his grip to Hawks' waist, pulling him close. They drink each other in, completely losing themselves in the moment. Dabi feels his broken heart swell once again, and he shudders at the hero's touch. 

'Tell him...tell him...call him by his real name .' Dabi's head swims, and it forces him to break the kiss. 

"Something wrong?" Hawks cocks his head to the side, eyes scanning... calculating . Dabi breathes heavily through his nose, staring blankly at his lover, holding his tongue. Hawks drops his hands back to his sides as the hair stands up on the back of his neck. Dabi's mouth hangs open ever so slightly, words refusing to come out. Dabi regains his composure, shaking his head and digging his black, painted nails into Hawks' hips as he presses hungry kisses down the hero's jawline. Hawks leans into the touch, a pleasured sigh dripping from his lips as Dabi gently sinks his teeth into his neck. Hastily, Keigo shoves him away, frantic to return the gesture as he presses Dabi up against the wall, fangs biting into the scarred flesh on his neck. The sensation catches the villain off guard, and he speaks without thinking. 

" Keigo ," He sighs, and time stops. 

SHIIK. 

A feather blade is pressed to Dabi's neck, digging in ever so slightly right where Keigo's mouth was moments ago, and a chill shoots through the villain. 

"What. Did you call me?" Hawks growls, and when Dabi opens his eyes, the hero's amorous stare has been replaced with piercing fury. 

"K-Keigo, please-" Dabi croaks, voice straining beneath the pressure of the feather, but he's only met with hostility as Hawks presses the blade further, threatening to cut into his flesh. 

"SHUT UP! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" Keigo snarls, and Dabi's heart drops. He's never seen the Pro so feral before, and it's making a part of him regret everything. Blood beads between the staples beneath his eyes. 

"You really...don't know?" Dabi coughs, his throat clenching on nothing. Curse his fucking burned tear ducts. "You're smarter than that, birdie. Think about my Quirk for two seconds."

Hawks remains silent, gritting his teeth as his eyes bore into Dabi. Finally, the puzzle pieces click. 

“Touya?” Keigo whispers, dropping his weapon. He always thought there was a shred of familiarity in the BlueFlame wielder’s cold gaze, and, now, he understood why. Dabi goes into a coughing fit, gasping for air, unsure whether to be relieved or not as Hawks tentatively reaches up to touch his face, his fingers ever so slightly brushing up against the burn scars with newfound recognition. 

“You're alive?” Keigo breathes, a tear streaming slowly down his face.

"You could say that," Dabi snorts, catching his breath. "I didn't realize your real name was a touchy subject."

Hawks' lips curl into a deeper frown, and he sighs. He continues to gently stroke Touya's cheek, as if he's trying to memorize the exact texture of his skin. 

"Did...did I ruin the moment?" Dabi chuckles, and Hawks forces a small smile. 

"Please...just...don't tell anyone," He murmurs, and Dabi blinks. 

"I won't tell if you won't," He teases, trying to lighten the mood, and Hawks nuzzles into his chest. Dabi sighs when he feels his lover's lips gently pressing into the unburned flesh on his chest, pulling down his V-neck to expose more of his body. 

"So...this doesn't change anything?" Dabi huffs, and Hawks shakes his head as he pulls off the villain's shirt before removing his own. 

"Not a damn thing," Keigo whispers before he practically drags Dabi toward one of the ledges against the wall, coaxing him to sit down as he crawls into his lap, straddling him. A gasp bursts from the villain's lips as Hawks softly grinds against him, tilting his chin up with his finger and kissing him passionately. Touya moans softly into the kiss, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels Keigo's tongue gliding across his lip. His arms reach up, running his fingertips through Keigo's feathers and forcing low groans out of the hero as he pulls him even closer. He sharply inhales when he feels Keigo unbuckling his belt, sweet chills rolling underneath his skin as he hears the button on his pants unclasp and his zipper un-zip. His tongue eagerly meets his lover's, and his hands heat up ever so slightly, warming up Hawks' wings. Keigo cups Touya's face as he pulls back, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their lips. 

"You're so beautiful," Keigo whispers with a soft smile, and Touya becomes putty in his hands, eyes shimmering, blood slowly trickling beneath his eyes. 

"You lie," Dabi laughs so quietly that it's barely a whisper, but Keigo gently kisses his nose. 

"I'd never lie to you."

Those words shake Dabi to his fucking core. Oh, he's so far gone. He...he feels like Touya again. Vulnerable. Emotional. Catalytic. A ticking time bomb full of tears and joy and anger. Dabi shudders as Hawks' feathers rip away at the rest of the Pro's clothes, leaving him completely naked on his lap. Dabi leans his head back, eyes fluttering closed as Hawks delicately frees him from his boxers. A cold, slick sensation sends shivers down Dabi’s spine as the Pro gently massages lube over his erection. An uncharacteristically high-pitched whine leaves Dabi's throat. No one's ever touched him in this way before. He hasn't let anyone dare...not that anyone has wanted to in the first place. His body is so broken...it's a miracle that he's even able to feel any of this. In fact, for the longest time, he wasn't sure he was capable...yet Hawks...no...Keigo is proving him wrong. His heart is wrapped up like a present...all for this Pro Hero...and now...he's completely submitting himself to him. Gently, Hawks lowers himself down onto Dabi's cock with hitched breaths and fluttering wings. Dabi gasps, moans pouring from his throat as he feels himself bottoming out inside Hawks as the winged man sits flush in his lap. The sensations are completely new and intoxicating. His mind turns to jelly as his brain fogs with pleasure. 

"Shhhhh," Hawks coos, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to Dabi's forehead, his own words stuttering from the overwhelming feelings. "Fuck, you feel good inside me."

"So...goddamn tight," Dabi grunts, reaching up to wrap his arms around the hero, stroking his wings and sloppily kissing him. Slowly, Hawks begins bouncing up and down, creating exhilarating friction that makes Dabi whimper into the kiss. Keigo gasps as he breaks free from the kiss, mouth hanging open with heavy breaths as his insides squeeze around Dabi. Their eyes stare with heavy lids, caught in a war of love and lust and obsession. 

"God...," Dabi pants, feeling his Quirk prickle beneath his skin. He takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself as Hawks continues to ride him. 

" I love you. "

Dabi almost chokes, eyes widening simultaneously with fear and love as he hears Hawks groan those three little words with such genuine passion. 

"What?" Dabi grunts, part of him hoping that Hawks will act like he didn't mean to say anything, but Hawks just laughs between sighs of pleasure. 

"I...I love you, Touya," Hawks smiles, and Dabi's heart practically explodes; his cheeks burn and his eyes sting. He feels red trickling beneath the scars beneath his eyes. If his tear ducts weren't burned shut, he'd be sobbing. A choked gasp bursts from his throat as he clings to his Hero. He's lost. Oh, he's so fucking lost in his emotions that he doesn't think he'll ever get back to that cold, callous front he'd spent years crafting. 

"Fuck...I love you, too, Keigo," Dabi huffs, crimson streaks streaming down his face as he embraces Hawks as tight as he possibly can, feeling the dull tug of his staples straining under the pressure. "I love you so fucking much," He breathes out, panting heavily as he ruts up into Hawks with a fervor, forcing cries out of the bird. 

"Oh, Keigo ," Dabi moans, his raspy voice cracking as he feels something stir in the pit of his stomach. " Keigo...Fuck...Keigo...Oh God...Keigo ," He pants over and over, his voice laced with liquid lust and love. Keigo seems to whine louder every time Touya says his name; it's previous enraging effect has been completely replaced with intense devotion. 

" Touya , ~ah~," Hawks gasps, stuttering his lover's name repeatedly. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echo throughout the warehouse, interrupted by the sighs and cries of the lovers. 

" Kei. ..Kei, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-" Touya stammers, his thrusts becoming haphazard, and Keigo flexes his muscles, squeezing Dabi in all the right places. 

"Me too," Keigo whines, his voice hitching on a soft wail. 

“Oh, Touya. It feels so good. So good, ” Keigo sobs, tears pricking at his eyes as he lets his true emotions overtake him, his hero persona momentarily vanishing. They scream each other's real names in a simultaneous heated cry as they both release moments after one another. Slowly, they come down from their highs, and Keigo's feathers sweep away the sticky white splashes that cover Touya's exposed abs. The second Keigo pulls himself off of Touya's cock, the villain hurriedly zips himself back into his pants and pulls the hero into a loving embrace. Keigo's wings wrap around Touya, shielding him in a ruby red sea of soft vanes. 

"Fuck," Dabi's sigh dissolves into a content laugh, and Hawks grins, nuzzling into Touya's neck. "That was...amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself...for a virgin," Hawks teases, and Dabi rolls his eyes. 

"Not a virgin anymore, idiot," He snaps, only to be shut up with a kiss. He melts into his lover's touch immediately, tongues intertwining and satisfied hums bubbling in their throats. Dabi opens his eyes, seeing red from his bloody tears, and he hastily moves to wipe them away. Hawks kisses the scars beneath his eyes, gently caressing his face before pressing down on the scars with the pads of his fingers, keeping the blood from spilling out. 

“Here. Lemme stop the bleeding. Just for a minute,” Keigo whispers tenderly, and Touya gulps, nodding slightly. He gently strokes Keigo’s wings, holding him close as Keigo tends to his wounds. 

In this moment, they are no longer a villain and a hero. They are only Touya and Keigo.

[winter-dayz]

Falling in Love with Me

Pairing: Rosé Park x Reader (ft. Choi Lia) Inspired by The Holiday (2006) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 4407 Warnings: strong language; suggestive content

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Rosé! Come join us out here, you can’t just work all evening.” Her closest coworker, Jisoo, whined from the office door. “At least come have one drink with me~”

Rosé sighed but agreed, saving her progress on the drawing and heading towards the meeting room where the annual office Christmas party was in full swing. Beside her, Jisoo had hooked her arm through Rosé’s and was detailing some new piece of gossip, but Rosé couldn’t focus on her friend’s words when she spotted someone in particular.

Jasmine. Her mentor. Her editor. (Technically her boss.) Her—former—lover. She was laughing away with a group of people, not a care in the world for how Rosé’s heart ached to be near her.

“You gotta be kidding me?” Jisoo scowled in Jasmine’s direction. “Are you still hung up on her?”

Rosé’s bottom lip pouted out. “I’m trying not to be, but it’s hard. We see each other every day.”

“Well just remind yourself that she ghosted you romantically.”

“Ouch, Soo…”

“I’m sorry, Ro, but you need the reality check. You confessed your feelings. She thanked you and said it meant a lot, and then you didn’t hear from her again. I mean, she literally stood you up for Christ’s sake!”

“To be fair,” Rosé cut in, “she texted me later that it was a misunderstanding! She had forgotten she had a meeting with the editor-in-chief. That’s not something she could just forego.”

Jisoo’s eyes narrowed, glaring past Rosé at Jasmine. “You mean that editor-in-chief…” She nodded towards the two.

They were leaning into one another, too cozy to be a simple coworker conversation, and when Rosé watched longer, she felt the urge to vomit bubble up. The head of their company’s hand was definitely resting on Jasmine’s ass; her own hand grazing his chest. A flashy new engagement ring resting on her left hand.

“I think… I think I’m going to head home.” Jisoo glanced worriedly at Rosé but nodded in understanding regardless. “If anyone asks for me, let them know I needed to get some work finished before the holiday. I think I’ll work from home tomorrow too.” Rosé didn’t wait for a response before she darted away.

She managed to make it out of the office, onto the train, and into her cottage before breaking down.

She was heartbroken. Plain and simple.

It hadn’t been that long ago that Jasmine and her were sneaking around and Rosé was falling in love… Had it?

Had she deluded herself for longer than she thought that Jasmine cared about her as more than a flirtation to pass the time?

Had Jasmine been with their boss that whole time, holding her heart out of Rosé’s reach?

The sobs wrenched out of Rosé as the spiraling thoughts and questions bombarded her.

She definitely didn’t get a wink of sleep as the dark of night only made her feel even more hollow and alone.

🎄

Rosé was still sobbing.

She kept sobbing as she pulled herself from her bed. She kept sobbing as she fed Hank, her rescue puppy. She kept sobbing as she poured herself a warm—hopefully soothing—mug of coffee.

It was the back-to-back pings on her laptop that broke through the chaos in her mind, and she sniffled back her tears as she read through the messages.

Lia Choi: Hello Ms. Park. My assistant sent me the listing for your cottage, and I have to admit, I’m extremely interested. Let me know if the house is available for the next two weeks through Christmas.

Lia Choi: You’d be doing me a huge favor here.

Rosé’s eyes widened, and she hurried to respond, letting the other know that the cottage was still available and exactly what a “house exchange” entails. They ironed out a few more details before Lia asked one last question.

Lia Choi: Are there any men in your town?

Rosé was surprised by the laugh that bubbled out, her eyes still red-rimmed from the earlier tears, and felt herself shaking her head.

Rosé Park: Zero.

Lia’s response came in faster than any of the others: When can I come?

The next day, Rosé found herself uncomfortably squished between two chattering women who insisted that Rosé absolutely needed to learn how to knit, but she found herself happy.

She was finally getting away. She would be able to move on.

🎄

Rosé looked around like a child in wonder as the taxi sped down the coastline and headed towards massive mansions. Upon arriving at Lia’s home, Rosé could barely hold in her squeal of excitement. She briefly explored the house, settling her luggage before deciding to check out the in-home theater.

However, she was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Rushing, confused, to the entrance, she went to answer whoever had managed to buzz into the gate. Lia hadn’t warned her about anyone who would be stopping by, but Rosé supposed with a house this big there was probably a housekeeper or gardener who had the gate code.

“Oh…” Rosé felt her breath seize at the gorgeous woman waiting behind the front door. “Oh, hello. Are you looking for Ms. Choi? She’s–”

“She’s at your home in England.” The woman smiled softly, nodding and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I know… I’m Lia’s assistant, Y/N. I’m actually here to pick up her exes things. She boxed everything up and asked me to take it to him. Doesn’t want him back in her home and all…”

“Oh, yes, that makes sense… Um, well, yeah, come in then…” Rosé stumbled back, allowing the other woman to come through.

Y/N moved swiftly, gathering the suitcase and a few boxes that were set aside from the entrance to be taken away.

Before heading out, she turned back to Rosé again, “That should be all from me. But, if you need anything, my number is on the fridge with Lia’s list of employees. See you later!”

“See you…” Rosé blushed, closing the door behind the adorable assistant.

🎄

Rosé was making the most of her vacation.

And by that she was sleeping in, having a daily swim, and working her way through Lia’s movie collection.

She hadn’t thought once about work or deadlines or ex-lovers who recently got engaged to the head of the publishing house. Not until Jasmine decided to call her.

Barely hearing her phone ring, Rosé paused the playlist she had blaring through the speaker system.

“Hello?” Rosé answered breathily, gasping for air since she had been dancing around.

“Rosé?” Jasmine called through the phone. Rosé’s heart seized at hearing her name from the other woman’s lips. “I heard you went on vacation? L.A., really? Doesn’t seem like you, honey.”

“Um… yeah… I needed some time away from everything. Thought I’d try something new.”

“Ah well… I hope you’re having a good time then. Listen, I’m sorry I missed you at the Christmas party. I had a present for you.”

“You did?” Rosé’s breath stuttered.

“Of course, I did. You know how much I care about you. Couldn’t forget my favorite girl on Christmas!”

“Well, I won’t be home until after the holiday… What did you get me?”

Jasmine hummed through the phone, and Rosé felt her smile falter and stomach drop. She knew the woman well; Jasmine was stalling. “It’s a cute little set. Will look great on you! I found it when I was shopping for myself the other day.”

Lingerie. The woman—a freshly engaged woman—had gotten her ex lingerie as a Christmas gift.

When Rosé didn’t respond, Jasmine cleared her throat. “Anyway, I can give it to you when you get back… But that’s not really why I called…”

“Oh?”

“No, I actually could really use a favor…” Jasmine hesitated but continued on, “I promised the editor-in-chief I would have the art for the newest children’s book finished by the New Year, but I’ve got a lot going on and it’s all just a little overwhelming. If I send you the sketches I’ve already done, could you get the illustrations finished for me and sent the day before New Year’s Eve?”

Crushed. That’s how Rosé feels. Crushed and used and broken. She knew Jasmine didn’t feel the same way as her; she knew she loved someone else. Rosé was always just a means to an end for Jasmine, and yet…

“Yeah, I can definitely do that. Why wouldn’t I be able to?” Rosé forced a laugh as a tear streaked her cheek, “Just send me the email. I’ll get started on them. I’ve got all the time in the world here, right?”

…She couldn’t tell Jasmine no.

🎄

After Jasmine brought Rosé’s mood down, she decided to try going for a jog around the beautiful neighborhood, soaking in the odd warmth that the L.A. winter carried.

During her run, Rosé found one of her next-door neighbors, an older gentleman named David, wandering around. He had gotten confused and lost, explaining that he’s lived in this neighborhood for decades but as the houses have gotten bigger and more glamorous, it’s made it harder for him to remember where he lives. On their walk back, they maintained their chit-chat, and before departing, Rosé invited David to try out one of the nicer restaurants on her list with her.

“What’s a beautiful, youthful lady like yourself doing alone across the world for the holidays?” David asked, sipping his water with a shaky hand.

Rosé smiled sadly at the old man, “Well… To tell you the truth, I’m trying to get away from my ex. She’s just gotten engaged, and I was feeling heartbroken.”

“She’s a fool then.” David said it so matter-of-factly it brought a genuine smile to Rosé’s lips. 

“As a matter of fact, she is. A huge one. How did you know?” She giggled.

“She let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. In the old movies, we had the leading ladies, and we had the best friend. You, Rosé, I can tell. You are a leading lady. But for some reason, you’re behaving like the best friend.”

Rosé leaned back, stunned, as the older man began cutting into his food. David went on, adding that his own granddaughter was acting a fool too. She was chasing after a man who didn’t deserve her, would only hurt her in the end. 

David gestured to Rosé, “My sweet pea would do better off with a woman like you. You’d have more in common with her than that lousy man does too.”

Rosé could only smile and nod politely, though, not really paying too close attention to David’s rant about his granddaughter’s career and relationship. She was still caught up in his words about her own actions. She wasn’t upset or offended by his statements; rather, she was realizing how right he was.

🎄

“Oh! Hi… Y/N, right?” Rosé asked as she answered the door.

The other woman smiled gently and nodded. “I think this is for you.” She said as she handed over the FedEx package—Jasmine’s pages. “All mail sent to Lia’s house is redirected to a dropoff for me to retrieve for her. Safety reasons and all.”

“Ah, thanks it’s some pages to edit.” Rosé nodded in understanding as the older men in the kitchen erupted in laughter. “I’m, um, hosting a bit of a party… Would you like to join us?”

Y/N smiled kindly again, “I would but I should probably check on my grandfather. He lives in the area.”

“Oh really?” Rosé’s brows rose, “You could invite him over then. It’s not really my party; I’m just helping my neighbor, David, host a Hanukkah party.”

“Neighbor…?” Y/N’s polite smile remained, but her brows furrowed. “Actually, do you really not mind if I join?”

“Of course not! Come in, come in!”

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Y/N’s smile split into a more genuine grin. David quickly exclaimed and ushered his granddaughter over to properly introduce her to everyone, including Rosé.

“This is her! The one I was telling you about. Brilliant graphic artist, but stuck as an assistant. Wonderful young woman, wasting her time with that schmuck, Matthew!”

Y/N had blushed then, swatting her grandfather’s hands from her shoulders and settling in at the table, enjoying the laughter and drinks alongside Rosé.

“How are you going to sit there and lie, Grandpa!” Y/N laughed out at the story, “You’re going to sit there and claim not to be a ladies’ man?”

“That’s only because he had the greatest girl in town. He married your grandmother and took her off the market!” Explained one of David’s friends.  “That’s the truth.” Added another.

David smiled wistfully, “Everyone loved her. She had the greatest laugh… You get your smile from her.”

“I bet you charm all the men about town with it!” Laughed one of the older men.

Y/N blushed, cutting her eyes to Rosé, who was giggling at the situation. She sighed, “I’m a one-relationship kind of gal, and currently taken. So no, none of the charming right now.”

“Well where is the lucky fella?”

“Schmuck.” David grumbled under his breath to correct his friend.

“He’s out of town for a business meeting, but when he gets back, I’ll be sure to bring him around for you all to interrogate.” Y/N sighed, “Ah… It’s getting late, and I have an early morning.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Rosé offered.

At the door, the two women chatted a bit more, mentioning a pop-up gallery that would be open through the new year.

“We should go together…” Y/N blushed, “I mean, if you want!”

Rosé smiled kindly, giving her a hug, “I think I’d like that.”

🎄

“David, I got your mail for you,” Rosé announced as she came into his office area. “There seems to be some kind of award ceremony in your honor!”

“Just throw it in the trash,” he scoffed.

“What? Why?”

“I won’t be made a fool, stumbling across a stage for a few measly people who don’t even really care about my work.”

“Oh, come on now… What if I help you get into shape to walk without your cane? And Y/N and I can even be your dates!” Rosé exclaimed. David stared up at the young woman wearily before sighing and agreeing. “Excellent! I’ll call your granddaughter now and make the plans.”

“Hello?” Y/N voice questioned when Rosé had called her later that afternoon.

“Y/N? It’s Rosé. I have a favor to ask…” Rosé started before launching into explaining the ceremony and how David only agreed if they could help him walk on his own and would accompany him.

Y/N agreed easily, “Of course! I want to be there to celebrate Grandpa, anyway! I actually have my own favor to ask… Would you wanna go to that art gallery we talked about? I actually managed to get two tickets for tonight.”

“Really?” Rosé blushed, thinking of the other woman, “I’d love to. I’ll see you tonight, then.”

The evening came and went quickly; the two women enjoyed themselves, talking—and somewhat judging—the different art styles, making jokes, and exchanging stories. The conversation was easy with them, comfortable and somehow familiar.

As they were walking through the streets, hot chocolates in hand, Y/N stopped with a frown and furrowed brow at the sight in front of her.

“Matthew?” She whispered, brokenly.

Rosé followed Y/N’s stare, finding a man holding another woman, kissing along her neck. She felt her heart break for Y/N as she dazedly approached the couple and confronted her boyfriend. After a few minutes, Y/N rejoined Rosé without a word. Rosé pulled her into a hug gently, and Y/N hid her face in the crook of her neck while Rosé flagged down a cab.

Back at Lia’s house, Rosé and Y/N sprawl on the couch, blankets piled around them and fresh hot cocoas in hand—Y/N’s heavily spiked.

Y/N sniffled, “Why are we always attracted to the people that we just know won’t be good for us?”

Rosé sat up a bit more, peering over the fluffy blankets at Y/N, “I actually know the answer to this… It’s because you’re hoping you’re wrong. It’s because every time that they do something that tells you they’re bad for you, you ignore it, and then when they actually come through, it surprises you and wins you over once again.”

“Oh my god… You’re so right!” Y/N let out a sad, disbelieving laugh. “You know… He went on business last Christmas too. And Valentine’s Day. And Thanksgiving. I actually wondered before if he was cheating, but I kept convincing myself otherwise…”

After several long minutes of silence, Rosé untangled herself from the sofa. “I’m cooking for us. I’m going to make Christmas Eve fettuccine.” She started towards the kitchen before pausing and turning back. “Listen, I know it can be hard to believe when people say they know how you feel, but trust me… I know how you feel.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side, eyes watery, and waiting for Rosé to continue. “I was seeing my boss back home. We were… loosely dating, in hindsight it was mostly us sneaking around, but she kept me interested. She spoke so sweetly, knew all the right things to say and do.”

Rosé paused, memories haunting her, “What I’m trying to say is, I really do know how it feels for the person you like, love even, to make you feel so small and insignificant. I know how it can ache and how it can keep you up at night and how you replay everything in your head wondering what you did wrong. I get that in that moment it’s so easy to think ‘how was I even happy with them?’. And you convince yourself that maybe she will come around again, but she doesn’t, and so you fly across the world just to hide your embarrassment. And then you meet other, wonderful people, and they make you feel special and help you heal… And yet there’s still a piece of you wondering, ‘what if she just comes around?’ and fuck, it’s just so infuriating!”

Rosé finally stopped, taking a deep breath and falling back to the sofa. She glanced over to find Y/N staring at her wide-eyed. “I think maybe you need this more than I do…” She whispered into the heavy, tear-filled moment, pulling a bottle of Bailey’s from where it had rested on the floor.

Rosé let a laugh bubble out, gladly accepting and spiking her own hot cocoa. “Hey, wait a minute…” Y/N gulped her drink down, “You said your boss, earlier… Is that who sent you that FedEx package with the pages to edit?”

Guiltily looking over the rim of her mug, Rosé nodded. Y/N groaned and stood from the couch.

“Alright then, we’re both sad. We shouldn’t be sad on Christmas Eve. So I’ll make the fettuccine. You make us some more hot chocolate, heavy on the Irish creme. And we’ll get this party started.

Rosé laughed again, louder and more genuine, “Yes, ma’am!”

🎄

“These are so good!” Rosé exclaimed, sliding through the portfolio pulled up on Y/N’s tablet, “You have so much talent.”

Y/N blushed, pushing the last bites of her breakfast around her plate, “Thanks, that means a lot to hear from a professional… I always get a bit of imposter syndrome, but–” Y/N’s phone chimed from her purse, and she apologized quickly, pulling out the device to silence it, but hesitating at the caller ID. “It’s Matthew.”

Rosé nodded at her, motioning for her to take the call. Y/N excused herself for a few moments, coming back much sooner than Rosé expected. “So?”

“He said he misses me and wants to meet today. Talk things out.” Y/N’s stare was blank, disbelieving, still shocked.

“Of course he did! You’re a wonderful woman.” Rosé smiled over at her, “You should go!”

“You think? Yeah, okay, yeah…” Y/N breathed out, gathering her stuff. “I’ll see you at the award ceremony though for sure. I don’t know how long this will take, but I swear I won’t miss Grandpa’s speech!”

Y/N rushed out, and Rosé cleaned up. The two ladies had putzed around that morning, lounging around to ward off their hangovers before teaming up to make a big brunch. After the kitchen was cleaned, Rosé settled into the sofa, Jasmine’s pages in hand.

She sighed.

After everything, did she really want to edit this art—her art? Not really. But they were still co-workers. It was still technically Rosé’s job… Although, she was supposed to be on vacation…

“It’s not that bad. I’ll just give it a look over and see what–”

It was Rosé’s turn to be interrupted by the doorbell ring. Maybe Y/N had forgotten something?

“Hey! Did you forget–” Rosé pulled the door open and froze, “Jasmine…?”

Jasmine stood there, glancing around at the front gardens. She whipped around at Rosé’s voice with a bright smile. Her long lashes batted sweetly, “Rosé, honey!”

“What are you doing here?” Rosé asked, completely stunned. Baffled. Why was this woman here? Now? When she was just starting to feel better about herself, starting to love herself again.

“I missed you,” Jasmine pouted, plump lip sticking out. “Can I come in? I brought your present!”

“Um… Yes, of course…”

Rosé led her into the house, giving her a tour and pouring them both a glass of wine. They sat in the living room in silence; Rosé perched awkwardly, still unsure about the visit, but Jasmine seemed totally at ease.

“You missed me…” Rosé finally breathed out, managing to make it a statement and not a question. “Then why did you always tell me that we weren’t meant to be together?”

“When did I say that?” Jasmine asked, eyes widened and head tilted. The picture of innocent ignorance.

“I distinctly remember you saying we were like a square peg and a round hole.”

Jasmine hummed dismissively, “I don’t know about that, but I do know it’s been driving me crazy not having you around. I feel like I’m losing you, honey…”

She pouted again. Added in the bat of her lashes.

Rosé felt weak. She allowed Jasmine to scoot closer. She enjoyed the way the woman cuddled up to her. She reveled in the sweet nothings and gentle kisses that began being pressed into the side of her neck.

“So you broke off your engagement then?” Rosé asked, glancing down to Jasmine’s hand. The ring was gone.

Another press of Jasmine’s lips to her neck. She hummed noncommittally.

“Jasmine.” Rosé asked more sternly, “Are you engaged or not?”

Jasmine sat back with a heavy sigh, “Well, yes…”

“Oh. My. God.” Rosé’s heart plummeted. She stood quickly from the couch, leaving Jasmine dumbfounded. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you were right about us. Very square peg, very round hole!”

“You don’t mean that, honey!” Jasmine scoffed, standing as well.

“Oh, trust me, I do! We are definitely not meant to be together!” Rosé let out a (semi) maniacal laugh, “Jasmine, you have never treated me right. Like ever. You always broke my heart, and you always made it seem like it was my own fault with your goddamn smile and your stupid batting lashes. But of course, I loved you too much to ever really be mad about it. I let you get away with so much! But you just… Just waltz in on my Christmas vacation, and you think that’s okay. You think it’s okay to work off the clock, doing your work, covering for you so you can run around doing wedding planning with our boss! Then turn around and try to seduce me! And you think you can do all of this because in the past, I’ve let you. But no more.” Rosé breathed out, “No. More. This toxic, manipulative back-and-forth is done. So if you’ll excuse me, I have a date tonight. Please, leave!”

Jasmine’s perfect brows furrowed, her face scrunching up in something akin to disgusted disbelief, but she followed Rosé to the front door regardless. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Get the hell out!” Rosé shouted, pushing the other woman and slamming the door.

She let out a long-awaited breath of relief. She was truly done. She couldn’t believe she ever loved that woman. But there was no time to ponder on that. She had a recognition ceremony to get to.

And the auditorium was full. David received a standing, thundering applause upon his arrival, and Rosé was honored to escort him to the stage. She sat down in her front-center seat, disappointed that the seat beside her was still empty, but proud of the old man on stage who she began to consider family.

During his speech, someone settled in beside her and whispered, “I’m so proud of him.”

“Hey, you made it!” Rosé whispered excitedly seeing Y/N beside her with tears rimming her eyes.

“Of course. I said I would. I always keep my promises. The Matthew thing just took a long time because I had to get my things.”

“Your things?”

Y/N smiled at her, “Yeah, we’re so done. I only went because I never want to see him again and needed to get everything I had left at his place…” Y/N trailed off, her eyes widening and grazing over Rosé. “You look so beautiful tonight, by the way!”

“Oh…” Rosé blushed deeply, “Thank you…”

“Rosé?” Y/N asked, head tilted. The other woman hummed in response. “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”

“I’ll be back home by then.”

“Ah…” Y/N clicked her tongue softly. “I’ve never been to England. Is it pretty?” Rosé nodded. Her attention split between the announcer going over David’s achievements and Y/N. The woman kept her attention split as well, being as respectful as possible, but finally asked, “If I come over there, will you go out with me on New Year’s Eve.”

Rosé’s mouth fell open, and she stared over at the other woman. When she realized exactly what had been asked of her, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s lips.

The two women beamed at one another as applause broke out around them. “I’d love to.”

[panjakes]

can you do jay from enhypen. where jay has had a crush on blk yn since they were kids, and when he decides to confess in high school he finds out that she has a bf, but the plot twist is that she actually likes him back but she can’t date him because her best friend likes him so she dates another guy to get him off her mind ? thank you !!

p.s i love you fics, especially the enhypen hybrid series ! :]

Thanks!! I appreciate the love!! I hope you like this one🫶🏼❤️

Jay stared longingly at Yn from across the classroom.

“Your staring again”

Jay quickly snaps out of it looking over at his friend.

“Huh?”

“Staring. Your staring at Yn again” Heeseung says pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“So. She doesn’t seem to notice” jay says looking back over his shoulder

“She definitely does. She doesn’t say anything cause she doesn’t want to embarrass you” Heeseung says scribbling down the notes for himself and jay

“She told you that?!” Jay whispers in a panic

“No I was just assuming” Heeseung admits making jay smack his lips

“Don’t scare me like that” jay mumbles

“Stop scaring yourself and ask her out” Heeseung says looking up from the notebooks

“And why would I do something like that?” Jay asks

Jay and Yn(along with a few others) had been friends since pampers but as the years went on the group started to drift. They were still cool but didn’t hang out like they use to.

“Because you’ve been in love with her since we were kids. Stop being a bitch and ask her out”

It got quiet between the two friends before they start laughing at Heeseungs choice of words

“Fine. I’ll do it. After class” jay says letting Heeseungs words give him somewhat motivation.

“Great. I wish you the best of luck” Heeseung says offering jay a pat on the back

The next 27 minutes went by very quickly. The bell rings and jay packs his things in a hurry as he watches Yn walk out the classroom

“Yn wait!” He calls after her slightly jogging after her

He runs out the classroom shouting the girls name but quickly stops when some guy leans down and pecks her lips.

She seemed shocked by the action and shocked by the fact jay had seen it

“Jay? What’s wrong?” Yn asks

“I Uh nothing. Just wanted to see If you were busy after school today” he says clutching his fist

“She’ll be with me, let’s go” the guy says grabbing Yn by the waist walking away with her. Yn looks back with a sad look that read ‘sorry’.

“Who’s that guy?” Jay asks as Heeseung walks out the classroom

“Hm? I think that’s Jihoon. Why is he with your girl?” Heeseung asks

“I think they’re dating. He kissed her” jay says sadly watching the pair walk away

“What?” Heeseung says with wide eyes

“Let’s go” jay says walking away

Heeseung looks back that way squinting. Something was definitely off about that pair

The next day at lunch Yn sat at the table with her friends Jake and Jamie.

“Did jay come to school today?” Jamie asks looking around the lunchroom

“No but Heeseung said he was coming late” Yn says shrugging

Just then jay walked into the lunchroom searching for someone

“There he goes” Jake says munching on his chips

Jay spots Yn at the table and starts walking over

“Oh shit he’s coming!” Jamie says pushing her freshly dyed blue hair behind her ears

Just then jay rushes over to the table

“H-hey jay” Jamie says

“Yn!! Please tell me you have the notes from second period!” Jay says out of breath and ignoring the girl

“Yeah, I take it that you need them” Yn says handing him the blue polka dotted note book

“Oh Yn your such a life saver!” He says smiling down at the dark skin girl

Jake’s eyes switch between the two before smirking at the tension he felt.

“So Uh jay!” Jamie says

“Hm? Sorry what’s your name again? Jasmine?” Jay asks causing Jake to burst into laughter

“It’s Jamie” she says sadly

“Oh my apologies! Is there something you need?” Jay asks

“Uh I forgot. I’ll let you know when I remember” she mumbles sadly

“Uh okay. So Uh Yn, my mom told me your family are coming over for dinner tonight” jay says

“Yeah, see you tonight?” Yn says smiling

Jay’s cheeks got hot as the girl flashed her pearly whites.

“U-Uh yeah, see you tonight!” Jay says walking away quickly to avoid embarrassing himself further

Jamie sighs before staring at Yn with a frown.

“Yn be honest” she says gaining the attention of Yn and Jake

“What’s up?” Yn asks

“You like Jay don’t you?” She asks causing both Yn and jakes eyes to go wide

“Where’d you get that from?” Yn asks

“I’m not stupid Yn. Anyone can see it. He likes you too. We’ve already had this conversation And you know I like him” she says making Yn shake her head

“Don’t be ridiculous Jamie. I have Jihoon” Yn says

“As my bestfriend I beg you Yn, don’t Persue jay any further. I really like him” she says making Yn sigh

Jake slams his cup down onto the table catching the attention of both girls

“Jamie quite it. Yn doesn’t like jay. She’d literally with Jihoon. She has every girls dream guy. I promise she doesn’t want jay” he says rolling his eyes

“I’m sorry I just. Really like him and it’s already so hard to get him to notice me” she says sighing

“So stop chasing him. He obviously doesn’t want you” Jake says making Yn’s eyes go wide

“Jake!! Stop!” She says making the boy shrug

“I’m going to the bathroom” the girl says getting up from her seat.

“Jake!” Yn says

“What? You know I don’t like her! You literally gave up jay because she’s your friend and she had a crush on him. That dude wants you, BAD! And you want him too. You had a crush on jay way longer than she has. Your too nice of a person Yn” Jake says making the girl frown

“I know” she says looking over her shoulder at jay who laughed and talked with his friends

“Stop staring Jihoon is coming” Jake whispers causing Yn to collect herself

“Hey babe���Jake” Jihoon says taking Jamie’s seat.

Jake rolls his eyes giving the boy the middle finger.

“Jay! Answer the door please” Jay’s mother shouts for him upstairs

Already knowing who was at the door. Checking himself over once more.

He rushes down the stairs to pull the door open for Yn and her parents

“Jongseong! My boy! You’ve grown!” Yn’s dad says laughing

“Dad, you were just over here a few days ago” Yn says

“The boy was sitting down the whole time I couldn’t tell” Yn’s dad says chuckling

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. YLN. It’s good to see you again” jay says hugging Yn’s parents

“Julius!! Tahira!!! My friends!” Jeongseong’s dad says coming into the front room

“Good evening! Thank you for having us over” Yn’s mother says

“Please! Come in! Sunhee is in the kitchen” he says leading her mother into the kitchen

“Yn, how about you and jay go hang out up in his room?” Her dad asks catching the two by surprise

“Uh sure. Let’s go” Yn says following jay up the stairs.

Once reaching jays room, Yn couldn’t help but smile at all the memories that came flushing in

“Remember that time my parents were arguing so I came over and we played bored games” Yn asks making jay chuckle

“Yeah and you fell asleep while playing hello kitty monopoly” jay says making the girl laugh

“What can I say, arguing makes me exhausting” Yn says laughing

“How about me recreate that night minus the sleeping” jay says pulling the box from under the bed

“Alright! Let’s make a bet…5 dollars?” Yn asks

“Make it 10 if I win” jay says smirking

“Let’s go for it then!” Yn says smiling

For the next 20 minutes the two played The game and so far jay was winning.

“Give up while you still can!” Jay says smirking

“Never!” Yn says

“That’s fine. 10 more dollars in my pocket” jay says

After a few more minutes jay won of course

“Ugh! You cheated!” Yn says digging in her purse

“I did not! Your a sore loser” jay says laughing

“Whatever, here’s your 10” Yn says holding the folded up 10 to jay

He grabs her hand pushing it down

“I don’t want your money Yn” he says looking into her eyes

“B-but we had a bet! You won” Yn says

“I know what I said. Keep it” he says smiling

The two were silent for a moment before unknowingly leaning in to kiss each other’s lips.

Jay pulls away, staring at Yn’s glossy lips.

“Jay I’m sorry-“

Yn starts but jay cuts her off pulling her into another kiss. The two wrapping their arms around each other deepening the kiss. Losing their balance the two fall back onto the plush carpet of jays room.

Jay places his hands on Yn’s sides giving them a small squeeze. His hands slowly start rubbing up and down her soft brown thighs that were exposed from the shorts she was wearing.

“Jay! Yn! Dinners ready” jays mom shouts up the stairs causing the two to break away from the kiss

“Okay!” Jay shouts back

Yn looks off to the side sighing. Jay looks over at her biting his lip

“I’m sorry” Yn says

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to do that” jay says

That’s when he noticed she was crying.

“Yn? Why are you crying?” He asks taking her hand only for her to snatch it back

“I can’t jay. I can’t do this to Jamie” she says

“Jamie? Who’s that??” Jay asks in genuine confusion

“I’m sorry jay I can’t! I really like you but I can’t do this to her” Yn says getting up leaving the room

Still confused, jay follows Yn down the stairs to the table. She didn’t want to leave because she knew her parents would question it.

Jay sits down across from her watching as she takes a sip of water

“We have to talk” he mouths to her

“No” she mouths back

“Where’s Jake?” Jay asks around the school 

“I seen him at his locker”

Jay nods before heading over that way. Spotting Jake speaking to one his other friends

“Yo! Jake!” He says standing in front of the male

“Jay, wassup” he asks

“I had dinner with Yn last night. We kissed and she started crying” jay says

“Crying?! Why?” Jake asks

“She said something about Jamie.” Jay says making Jake roll his eyes with a groan

“It’s always Jamie” Jake mumbles

“Who the fuck is Jamie?” Jay asks

“Jamie is Yn’s…friend. She has a crush on you and asked Yn not to talk to you and Yn doesn’t want to be a bad friend” Jake says

“So does Yn like me?” Jay asks

“Yeah, has for some time now” Jake asks

“What about that Jihoon guy”

“She only talked to him to get over you. With you two going around kissing I don’t think it worked” Jake says smirking

“Where is Yn now?” Jay asks

“Should be in art”

“Thanks” jay says before rushing towards the art room.

“Oh! Jay!”

Jay turns around seeing Jamie. He groans rolling his eyes

“What is it jazmine” he asks

“Uh jamie and I was just wondering if you wanted to go out sometime” she says causing the male to stop

“Look jazmine-“

“Jamie”

“Jamie. No offense, your a beautiful girl but your not the one I want. I want Yn” jay says before walking away to the art room

The bell rings as students walk out of their classrooms. Yn walks out putting her books into her bags

“Yn!”

She turns around seeing jay

“Jay? What’s wrong-“

“Look Yn this needs to be discussed now. I don’t care about jamie and surely don’t give a damn about Jihoon. I only care about you” he says shocking Yn

“Jay, what are you saying?” She asks

“I’m saying I want to be with you Yn! I’ve liked you since we were kids” jay days

“Really?” Yn asks

“Really. And I know you like me too” jay says making her jaw drop

If she could, the darker girl would blush out of embarrassment

“Please Yn. Say something” jay says

“Jay I don’t know. This is a mess. I can’t do this to Jamie and Jihoon” she says

“Do you really like Jihoon? Or are you dating him to get over me?” Jay asks catching the girl by surprise

“How’d you know?” She asks

“Jake told me everything, just Yn please” he says holding out his hand

“We don’t have to be together right now. We can just date for right now. But just know I want to be with you” jay says

Yn chuckles before putting her hand in his

“Forget em, right?” Yn says making him chuckle

“Forget em” jay says pulling her into him for a hug

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 12

Chapter 12-All One's Sins

Summary: Cont. of Chapters 8, 9, 10, &11 Ren and Jasmine talk about his line of work, and Fox has a heated conversation with Kangaroo regarding his job.

Contains: Hurt/comfort, oral sex, breath play, humiliation, recording, pet play, inhuman genitalia mentions of drinking, snuff, murder

NSFW

MDNI

“Um, I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up, but your last night away, you did call me. You didn’t tell me much, but you sort of told me…what it is you do.” Ren pulled away even more, his nose scrunched and eyebrows narrowed. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t even know how it happened, but we were on the phone and you kept talking about it, and I didn’t want to bring it up, and I thought you’d be mad, and now I just want to go back to normal and forget it, and-” “What did I say?” Ren cut her off and Jasmine stared at him. “H-huh?” “What did I say, Pet? What did I say I do?” He was gritting his teeth and clawing into the tiles. Jasmine fumbled her words, she had been trying to block out what he said to help ease her paranoia. “I-you said, um, it was mean of me to capture Kangaroo, and it’s your job to do that, and you don’t torture with cartoons. You said that’s what…red rooms are for.” She sniffled and Ren’s eyes got wide, a single tear fell down Jasmine’s cheek. “And then you talked about your trip, and making a mess, and-” “Stop, just stop, Pet.” Ren pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his fingers through his hair. “Ughh, I need to not let Diamond talk me into drinking so much.” “You mentioned her too-” “I said stop! Alright, listen.” He leaned back, collecting his thoughts. He’s never had a pet find out about his work due to a drunken phone call, and certainly hasn’t had one bring it up so pathetically. Not to mention…she didn’t seem particularly scared. Their whole day had been nice up until this point, and had he been asked, Ren wouldn’t be able to tell she knew at all. She was silent while he leaned back, of course now she looked frightened. Although, it was more akin to someone fearing the consequences of confessing a sin or betrayal, rather than genuine fear of a dangerous partner. It reminded Ren of himself from long ago. He looked at her teary eyes, she was averting his gaze, not wanting to face her disappointed owner. A piece of his heart broke off seeing her like this, but he had to remain firm and composed. 

“Well, I didn’t want you to find out like this, obviously. Usually when those in the past found out it was under much more…serious circumstances.” Jasmine sunk even deeper into herself, and lowered her head even more till her nose almost touched the bubbles. Had it not been for the sheer brutality of their conversation, it may have been comical to see a couple having a fight like this in a hot tub. “Aaahh, I’m not going to hurt you, Pet.” She peaked up at him through her hair, he looked more as though he was keeping himself from strangling her rather than trying to ease her anxiety. His grin resembled an animal baring its teeth, and not happy or content at all. “Thank you for telling me, though. Now answer me this, you’re quiet, what’s going on in that little head?” His voice got softer, likely out of mental exhaustion from the day and her news. “I…it’s a lot to process.” She sniffled while still averting his gaze, which Ren didn’t like, and his voice rose at her again. “Yeah, well it’s a lot for me to ‘process’ too. Are you going to answer me, or are you going to keep hanging your head and crying?” She threw her arms around his neck and started bawling. “I don’t know, I don’t care anymore! I just don’t want you to be mad at me anymore! Please Ren, I want to go back. I don’t care what you do, I just want to go back to how things were when you weren’t mad with me!” Jasmine sobbed into his neck while he thought her response over. On one hand, she now knew his secret way earlier on in their relationship than he would have liked. On the other hand, she seems to be broken in enough to not fully process it. I’ll listen to the phone call later, whatever I said couldn’t have been that bad, or she would have tried escaping earlier. He remembered all the alone time she had with various employees, and didn’t even try to slip a note. He held her shoulders and pulled her back to face him. “Is that true, Pet? Do you really want to go back to how things were?” Jasmine held his wrists and nodded her head. “And be honest, I won’t be mad, are you afraid of me?” A lie. She thought for a moment, but shook her head. “You told me if I’m good I won’t get punished, and you haven’t gone back on that” Another lie. Her whispered voice was almost too quiet to hear. God, she just looks too…pitiful to be mad at her right now. He pulled her into a hug, and placed her head on his neck. “Okay then, darling, we can do that. Looks like no one will be hurt tonight.”

After they calmed down, they decided to head back upstairs. They dried off, put on their coverups, and took the elevator back up. For the first time, Ren allowed Jasmine to shower by herself while he tied something up in his office. Quickly, she rinsed off and washed her hair. She was eager to get to sleep and start fresh the next day. While Ren was in his office, he went through the notes Kangaroo had left him. Nothing here seems to indicate a change in behavior, I can interrogate him tomorrow, though. He looked at his call log, something he probably should’ve done that morning when he woke up hungover. Sure enough, an outgoing call to Jasmine was made around midnight that night. He scrubbed through the video feed to that time and saw Jasmine sobbing on the couch. I’ll have Kangaroo access the call audio tomorrow too. For now, though, this will work. He scrubbed through her cries and watched her go to sleep. He laid back, running his fingers through his hair and sighed. He still wasn’t sure how he wanted to proceed. She seems broken in enough, but once the shock and tears die down, she’ll have questions. Questions neither of us want me to answer. I guess business as usual till those pop up. He walked into the bedroom just as soon as Jasmine was climbing into bed. She smiled and flipped the covers down, inviting him in. He smiled back and kissed her forehead. “I need to shower too, Pet, but I’ll be quick.” Jasmine had almost fallen asleep when Ren came back and snuggled up to her. They laid there spooning for a while before Jasmine spoke up. “Ren, there’s something else you said that night.” He held her tighter and buried his face in her hair. “Drop it, Pet, we need to sleep.” “But yo-” “Drop. It.” His teeth gritted and Jasmine backed down. If he wasn’t joking about his work on that call, she wondered if he meant that he loved her as well. Ren’s alarm went off early in the morning, and the sun shone through the slits in the curtains. He rolled over and sleepily hit the snooze button, only to go back to hugging Jasmine. He liked to have a few extra minutes hugging her. As he woke up, he remembered their night together and sighed into her neck. This made Jasmine finally wake up enough to turn around and hug onto Ren’s waist. They laid there together until his alarm went off again, causing them to both curse and groan. He kissed her head and shut it off while rubbing sleep from his eyes. They played their usual game of Ren trying to get out of bed, only for Jasmine to drag him back into her clutches. While laughing, she pinned him to the bed with his arms above his head, only to fall onto him and nuzzle her face into his neck. If she’s willing to ignore it so easily, then I can too.

Ren

After strapping Jasmine’s collar back onto her neck, Ren was off to work. After the long drive to his bunker, he changed into his usual techwear and went to find Kangaroo. He found him with Rhino at his desk. Kangaroo was sitting behind it, typing away at his computer, while Rhino leaned against the wall talking to him. “Oh hey Fox! How were things after I dropped you to lovebirds off?” He was smiling, and nudged Rhino at the mention of ‘lovebirds’. “Oh it was perfect, just fine, yeah. Say, Kangaroo, answer me this. Can you do your fucking job?” His smile fell, but Rhino’s face rose. “Oh, what’d you do this time buddy?” He asked, nudging his coworker back even harder. “I didn’t do anything, what’s wrong now?” “Oh, well let me see. You know THIS?” He asked, gesturing to the walls and room around him. “Yeah, all this, Jasmine now knows about. I ask you to visit her and take notes for me, and you didn’t see anything that would’ve tipped you off she was onto it?” Kangaroo’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide. “No, she was fine when I visited her! How the Hell could she have found out? Wait-” “Not important.” Fox cut him off. “Wait, did you call her before you called me the other night? Did you tell her while you were drunk? Why are you yelling at me?!” They were now screaming at each other, all while Rhino smirked and watched the show. “I’m yelling at you because I put you in charge of watching her! You’re supposed to find out these things while I’m away!” Kangaroo stood up, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fox. I. Am not. A fucking mind reader. Next time I’ll watch through the feed from when I’m not there. Do you want me to tap your phone line too? How about I just spend the night on your couch next time, huh?” Fox glared at him, he knew he was right, but didn’t want to admit it. “I do job after job for you. I was working the whole time, while also driving out to check on your Pet. Which, by the way, is no short drive.” Fox took a deep breath and reached into his jacket. “You’re right, Kangaroo. You do, in fact, do ‘job after job’ for me.” He handed over a white envelope, which was quickly snatched out of his hand. “So here’s the bonus I promised for that.” He sighed, leaning back, and holding his ears. “I apologize for yelling, happy?” Kangaroo thumbed through the cash in the envelope and glared back at him, a mischievous smile spreading on his face. “Hmmm, almost. Hey Rhino, did you know Fox has a collection of body pillows?”

After a much more embarrassing, yet light hearted, yelling match between the two, Fox asked him to pull up the call log from that night. He knew what Jasmine said, but wanted to hear it for himself. Towards the end of the day, he got it, and listened to it in his office. The worry in Jasmine’s voice was much more clear, and he winced and cringed at his description of his “mess”. He threw his head down on his desk and groaned. “Yeahhh, I should. I love you Jasmine! Goodnight!” His head shot back up, and his eye twitched. I really really need to stop letting Diamond talk me into drinking so much. He shut his eyes tight and hid his face behind his hands. Oh God, this is what she wanted to tell me last night, isn’t it?

…

Ren returned home to Jasmine waiting for him, drink in hand, at the front door. “Hello darling, I missed you!” She stood in place, not wanting to get too close to the entrance. Walked in and hugged her, tail swishing back and forth. He took a sip of his drink, a rum and coke, and kissed Jasmine’s cheek. “I missed you too, Pet, it’s nice to be home again.” He took off her collar and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her to the living room. She placed the drinks on the coffee table after he sat her down, and was pinned by her wrists to the sofa. She smiled at her fox climbing on top of her, and kissed him passionately. Their love making was cut short by a deep rumble coming from Ren’s stomach. Reluctantly, he climbed off of her and decided it was time to start on dinner. He made a delicious shrimp scampi with garlic bread. While filling each other in on their days, Ren briefly brought up the talk he had with Kangaroo. “So anyways, at the start of my day, Kangaroo decided to mention the pillows we have in the bedroom to Rhino.” It took a moment for Jasmine to think, but giggled when she realized he was talking about his daki collection. “With that being said, and not that I’m planning on it anytime soon, I think I’ll leave someone else in charge of checking in on you next time I’m away.” Jasmine quickly swallowed her food and refuted him. “I liked Kangaroo, I thought he did a really good job with me. You aren’t thinking about firing him, are you?” He laughed and set his fork down, picking up his drink instead. “My dear, people don’t get fired in my line of work.” Silence fell amongst the two and Jasmine stared into her diner. “To answer your question, though, no. He won’t be fired, nor will he be dealt with in other ways. I just thought someone else might be a better fit for you, is all.” Jasmine twirled her fork and made a puzzling look at Ren. “Well…I was thinking about that earlier, actually. I guess it wouldn’t really be murder, would it?” Ren choked on his drink and gave her an even more puzzled and alarmed look. “I mean, since you’re not, you know…human?” Ren dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and choked out a laugh. “Darling, you think too much, and you’re too smart to be asking me these things. You know how I feel about questions.” They fell into silence again, but Ren could see the thoughts behind her eyes. “Fine, you can ask me one of your little questions if you promise to drop it. I’ll answer it honestly, you have my word.” Jasmine’s face rose and she set down her fork, thinking which to ask. Why does he do it? No, he’d just say it’s because he’s good at it. How does he do it? I don’t think I’d want to know. How many people does he work with? How many people does he know? What does he make per video? Does he stream it? Where does he go everyday? What’s in his…oh God… “What’s in your office?” She figured wherever he goes is the main base of operations, but couldn’t wrap her head around what would be in the home office of a snuff filmmaker. “Hm, congratulations, Pet. You asked a smart, yet dangerous, question. Are you sure you want to know?” Jasmine put her hands in her lap and slowly nodded her head. “Alright, finish your food and I’ll show you.”

Jasmine put the dishes in the washer and followed Ren to his office. He hid himself while typing the passcode into the keypad, and flung the door open, turning on the lights. Jasmine followed him in, and looked at the room in awe. The walls were painted red, a big black rug laid on the hardwood floors. His desk sat at the right side of the room with a big tapestry behind it, depicting the emblem that was on her daily shock collar. The wall to the side of it was so full of so much anime paraphernalia, it would put most other collections to shame. Even his desk had a few figurines, as well as a framed photo of her. Although, she didn’t remember the photo being taken. The bandage on her chest told her it was taken the morning after their second night together. She reached up and touched the scars, remembering that night well. On the opposite side of the room, a large dog crate sat with a sex swing suspended from the ceiling above. She walked over to it and touched one of the straps. “In the past, I’ve brought pets in here when they’ve been bad, or when I just missed them while working. Having a photo on your desk is nice and all, but sometimes I just want to look up from my laptop and see them hanging up or napping in the crate.” She turned her attention to Ren, ignoring what looked like an old blood stain on the swing. She started up with another question, but cut herself off, remembering what he said about dropping the topic. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Okay Ren, you answered my question. I’ll be good now, and drop it. Thank you.” He placed his hands on her hips and licked his lips at her. “Such a good girl, why don’t you show your owner just how obedient you are.” She bit her lip and thought fast. Letting go of his shoulders, she sank down to her knees and nuzzled her face against his thigh. He mentioned again how good she was when she kissed his bulge. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his cock out. Jasmine kissed up the shaft and maintained eye contact with him the whole time she did it. “You’re so adorable when you’re like this, Pet, and you know this is where you belong.” She nodded her head, a faint “yes sir” escaping her lips before she used them on his head. She stuck out her tongue, and slid her mouth down his aching cock. She licked at his knot and he threw his head back in ecstasy. He looked back down when she gained a steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, and their gaze met again. He moved one hand to the side of her head, guiding her down as far as she could go, the other hand went in to pinch her nose. “Good girl, choke for me, I’ll let you breathe soon.” A small squeak tried to escape her throat, but nothing could get past Ren’s knot. Her tongue hurt as it was forced down onto her teeth, but she remained still, she knew he wouldn’t keep her here for too long. Sure enough, when she was about to run out of air, he let go of her nose and guided her head off his cock. She looked up at him, mouth agape and panting for air. “Aww, I could look at that all day, couldn’t I? In fact-” He gripped the side of her hair again, keeping her in place, while he looked for something in his pocket. He brought out his phone, and rubbed himself on the side of Jasmine’s face. “Look up darling, and keep that pretty mouth open~” She obeyed, and allowed him to take picture after picture of her. Feeling herself getting wet at the sheer embarrassment, she started to grind herself against the floor. That is, until Ren stopped her and insisted she hump his leg instead. “Come on, you can do it, act like the pet you know you are.” She clung to his hips and rubbed herself on his shin. God this is so humiliating, I’m so pathetic, how the Hell am I so turned on from this? What is wrong with me? 

This was one of the rare times Ren opted to cum over her face instead of down her throat or inside of her. Her mouth was wide open and drooling, one eye was shut as he came right on her lid. He, of course, took another embarrassing photo of her and flipped through the photos he took. “Hmmm, I can’t choose which to put on my desk, the one I just took or the first one…Oh no, I never said stop, Pet, I want to see you finish.” Jasmine had stopped humping his leg after he came, thinking he’d let her up. She was wrong, and she cautiously kept going. He wiped the cum from her eye, only so she could keep looking at the camera. He popped his thumb in her mouth, letting her taste him again, but kept the rest of his cum smeared on her face. He had stopped taking photos, and was now filming her. Her breath hitched when he extended his leg out so she could better grind herself on him. She felt herself getting close, she gripped tighter on his hips, and her gaze faltered as she let out a loud, filthy, moan. She breathed heavily, still clutching to his hips, and looked back up at Ren and his camera. “Such a good girl, it’s not too hard to learn your place, now is it?”

By this time, they were both ready for a nice, long bath. They sunk into the hot, bubbly water, the whole room smelled like citrus and pine. Jasmine looked around the room, thinking to herself while laying on Ren’s chest. The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, and the back wall would be against Ren’s office. She decided not to ask why the bathroom wall was larger than the one she saw in his office. 

Notes: Might take a *short* break, just to map out how I want the next few chapters to go. If anyone wants to see a filler chapter of Ren and Jasmine, let me know! All recommendations are welcome, either in AO3 comments, or in my Tumblr ask :)

[midnightbears]

could you pretty please with a cherry on top, write about gyomei? specifically maybe something like him coming home desperate for you, sweaty and gross and obsessed with you and your smell and your skin

✿ battered and wrecked, i come to you, you first—

#STARRING: himejima gyomei. ft. fem!reader

#TAGS: suggestive themes. established relationship

#NOTES: hi anon! thank you for requesting! hope you like it <3

© midnightbears on tumblr, july 2024. please do not repost to another platform, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

gyomei trudged back home, his broad shoulders sagging from exhaustion. the mission he’d just returned from had been intense, leaving him covered in sweat and dirt. but his thoughts weren't on the fights he'd emerged victorious from or the demons he'd defeated. instead, all he could think about was you. his sweet, darling wife.

he pushed the shoji door open wearily, feeling a surge of relief when he heard its familiar creak. his heightened senses immediately caught your fragrance, a delicate blend of jasmine and something else, uniquely you. immediately, it cut through the fatigue clouding his mind, intoxicating him.

"i'm home," he announced, his deep voice resonating through the silent house. you appeared almost instantly, a gentle smile gracing your face at the sight of him. you looked stunning, bathed in the soft evening light, and his heart ached with a strong longing to be near you.

in a few swift steps, he crossed the room and pulled you into his embrace despite the sweat and grime clinging to him. he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. your scent filled his lungs, simultaneously calming and revitalizing him. his hold on you tightened, and his fingers pressed into your skin as if to reassure himself of your reality, of your presence with him.

"how i've missed you, my love," he murmured, his voice rough and breathless. you tilted your head back, looking up at him with soft, understanding eyes. you raised a hand, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

"i’m here, darling," you whispered back happily. he leaned into your touch, craving more of the warmth and comfort that only you could provide.

wordlessly, he bent down and captured your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. it was raw and unfiltered, a manifestation of all the longing and obsession that had built up inside him. he tasted salt and sweat, but underneath it all was you, sweet and intoxicating. it drove him wild, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he deepened the kiss.

you barely managed to pull back before his lips were chasing after you, his rough, blunt nails scratching against the fabric of your kimono. "h-honey—" your husband sank his head to your shoulder, his lips finding your neck, "a-ah! a-aren’t you hungry? i could—mmh—make us dinner…"

"no." gyomei’s grip tightened, his breath hot against your skin. his voice was thick with need, surprising you with its intensity. you could feel the tremble in his hands, his desperation palpable. he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "i need you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "i need to feel you, please, my darling."

"gyomei—" without another word, your husband picked you up, practically stumbling toward your shared room. he shed his clothes quickly, the need to feel your skin against his overwhelming all other thoughts.

your hands roamed over his body as he knelt before you, tracing the contours of his muscles, soothing the tension that had built up over the long, arduous days. you would be lying if you said his natural musk wasn't doing things to you.

he shuddered under your touch, every caress sending sparks of pleasure through him. gyomei's hands moved slowly, reverently, over your body, as if he were committing every inch of you to memory. his calloused fingers traced the lines of your arms, the softness of your waist, the swell of your hips. you were beautiful in every sense of the word, in every letter, vowel, and consonant.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, obssesively. your scent was all around him, wrapping him in a blanket or a noose, he could not tell. he pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, barely leaving space between them. ah, you loved it when you got your husband to act like this.

"you smell so good," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with need. "i could stay like this forever."

his lips traveled lower, brushing over your collarbone, down to the swell of your chest. he nuzzled against you, inhaling deeply, his breath hot and uneven. his hands continued their exploration, sliding down your back, pulling you closer. he needed to feel you, every part of you, you, you.

"you’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. his fingers danced over your skin, tracing patterns that only he could see. he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, savoring the sensation of your bodies entwined.

"gyo, oh—" you responded with soft sighs and gentle touches, your fingers threading through his hair, caressing his broad shoulders, tracing the perfectly-sculpted muscles of his back. each caress of your fingertips sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that only you could stoke.

he kissed you again, slowly this time, taking his time to savor the taste of you. his tongue teased yours, coaxing soft moans from your lips which he greedily swallowed.

he didn’t need anything else right now, just you in his arms.  because you were the world to him. his entire universe.

[spencers-renaissance]

i'll retire my bones to make you tea, and read you poetry.

Summary: Derek doesn't exactly expect to invite a sleepy Spencer over for a movie night after a case, but his blinding smile in response makes him happy he did. The kiss they share the next morning makes him even happier.

Tags: fluff, getting together, cuddling, insecure!spencer, pet names, mutual pining, light hurt/comfort, first kiss, love confessions

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 3.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

This entire plot was thought up by @moreidstrobed (Adam), I was just the humble scribe who turned it into a fic <3 This is literally just 3k words of pure fluff and mushy goodness, so... enjoy! (I imagined this set around s3/4) Title is from a poem called Invite Me by Jasmine Mans. The full quote reads "If you ever decide to age, love, invite me. I'll retire my bones to make you tea, and read you poetry."

The plane is quiet tonight, a stark contrast to the usual easy banter that ensues after a case is wrapped up neatly in a nice little bow. Emily and JJ are pressed close together in quiet camaraderie, and Hotch is reverently doing his paperwork, flipping the pages with a little more force than usual, his pen angrily scratching at the paper.

The only one who doesn’t seem overly affected is Rossi. He’s reading a book opposite the women looking perfectly unbothered, but Derek supposes that he’s seen more rough cases than anyone. It’s second nature by now.

He and Spencer are tucked up in the corner of the jet together, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they always do, because nothing comforts him after a difficult case like the feel of Spencer’s body heat against his side; the soft, lithe gentleness of his frame tucked into Derek’s. He doesn’t know if Spencer’s reasoning for sitting so close to him is the same as Derek’s, but he hopes it is. He really hopes it is.

No-one’s said a word since they entered the jet, but nobody feels the need to.

Sure, they caught their unsub, but not before he could murder his last victim. It’s made so much worse by the knowledge that they were only seconds too late. He knows for a fact that the same thought is revolving round everyone’s heads: ‘If I’d just been quicker, smarter, spent less time eating that pretzel from the vending machine…’ It doesn’t matter how much they work themselves to the bone, how flat-out exhausted they are, how much they deprive their bodies of the basic necessities. Not if it means they lose one.

He’s shaken from his dark, depressing thoughts by a dark, depressing sigh coming from Spencer.

He doesn’t ask the obvious question; he doesn’t ask if he’s okay, or how he’s doing, or if he’s tired. He already knows the answer.

Instead he says — quietly, gently — “I know.”

Spencer turns to look at him with a soft, understanding smile, and something raw, something deep inside Derek is soothed.

They resume their quiet brooding, settling into the silence of the jet, but it’s not long after they do that Derek feels a heavy head drop onto his shoulder: in his exhaustion, Spencer’s nestled closer into him, and fallen asleep with his face nestled into Derek’s neck.

He tries to hide his elated smile, but it’s no use; it’s too powerful, too inevitable. There’s something building between them — there has been for the last five years — but recently it’s felt like it’s finally tangible; Derek can taste it on his tongue, it’s that close.

Over the next hour, he doesn’t move an inch, afraid that the slightest twitch or flinch will wake Spencer up and he’ll have to feel the loss of the gentle comfort such close intimacy brings. He closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Spencer’s hair: the hotel shampoo, the lingering smell of paper and bureaucracy, and the impalpable, ethereal essence of Spencer Reid. It’s the last one that makes him sigh in happiness, relaxing into the seat and forcing himself to savour this moment as much as humanly possible.

When Spencer does eventually wake up, it’s when they hit a bout of turbulence as they prepare for landing. There’s nothing he can do about it, but regret still courses through his veins as he watches Spencer startle awake, jolting with shock.

He turns to Derek slowly, his eyes wide and cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, vaguely horrified as he stares into Derek’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

He chuckles fondly, wrapping an arm around Spencer’s shoulders. “Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy,” he responds easily, despite his racing heart. “I figured you could do with the rest. You worked yourself hard on this case.”

Spencer smiles bashfully, but it falls from his face quickly as he sighs, fiddling with his loosened tie despondently. “Yeah, but now I won’t get any sleep tonight,” he mumbles.

“Well, what do you say to coming back to my place once we land? We could watch a couple of movies and see if you can tire yourself out that way.”

He doesn’t expect to say it, but it’s falling out of his mouth before he can burrow the words away. Spencer’s blinding smile in response, though, tells him he said the right thing.

“Really?”

Derek relaxes into a fond smile, suddenly far more eager for the jet to land than he was only minutes ago. “Really, Spence.”

“Did you know that your sleep schedule actually affects your eyesight?”

It’s dark outside, but alit by the streetlamps and brake lights of the busy highway, Derek looks over at Spencer who’s practically bouncing in his seat, awash with a renewed energy that seemingly came from the invite over to his apartment. “I did not.”

“Well, you know how you can tell if someone’s had a bad night's sleep when their eyes are puffy, red, droopy…?” He waits for Derek’s acknowledging nod. “It’s actually more than that. Your eyes actually produce less tears when you sleep poorly which can often lead to a dry and scratchy feeling, but it also opens you up to nastly eye infections. And sleep deprivation can even be a contributing factor to diseases like glaucoma.”

“That’s interesting, pretty boy,” Derek says, and he means it. “Maybe you should heed that advice, hm?”

Spencer blushes a bit at the mild admonishment. “You’re not supposed to use my facts against me, Derek.”

He laughs at that, grinning over at Spencer, only to find him already smiling at him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. What else can you tell me about sleep deprivation, then? I need to be armed with facts for when I’m trying to get you to fall asleep later.”

He takes immense pleasure in the way Spencer’s blush deepens in the dark car, and even more pleasure in the fact that it doesn’t stop him from divulging even more of his vast amounts of knowledge to Derek.

“In 2009, a joint study conducted by French and American teams found that brain events called sharp wave ripples are responsible for consolidating memory, and they’re also responsible for transferring learned information from the hippocampus to the neocortex — you know, the one responsible for long-term memory? Well, these events only really take place in the deepest levels of sleep. It’s why getting a good nights’ sleep before an exam is far more effective than cramming all night.”

Derek huffs a surprised breath. “Well, the more you know,” he says, indicating to turn off the highway and into DC.

“The thing I find the most fascinating, though, is that when the more sleep-deprived you are, the less you think you need sleep,” Spencer continues, turned completely to face Derek as he waves his hands around eagerly. “People who consistently get 6 hours of sleep instead of 7-8 report that they’ve adapted to that amount of sleep, and they’re completely used to it. But Phillip Gerhman, this sleep researcher, says that testing actually shows their mental faculties and performance decreasing continually. They literally lose touch with how impaired they are.”

“Damn,” Derek responds, raising his eyebrows. “Do you think we fall into that camp?”

Spencer hums. “Most likely. But it’s not like we can do much about it with our jobs.”

They continue to chat idly until Derek’s pulling into his designated spot in the basement parking garage. He leads Spencer into the lift and presses the number for his floor, looking at the two of them in the mirrored doors. He can’t help but notice how close Spencer stands to him, how comfortable they look with one another, how right they look together. Judging from the poorly concealed smile on Spencer's lips, he thinks he might see it, too.

He sets them up in the living room, ordering food for them both as he lets Spencer scroll through Netflix to find a film he’s interested in. He grabs all the pillows and blankets he can find in his flat as his heart pounds violently, relentlessly in his chest. Is this it? Is this the culmination of five years’ worth of heart-breaking, agonising pining?

He lets himself stare at Spencer’s side profile for just a little bit too long before they settle into the sofa comfortably, trying to ignore the twinge of disappointment he feels when Spencer sits at the opposite end.

“The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society?” he asks when he notices the title on the TV. His tone, admittedly, is a little incredulous. “Really?”

Spencer shrinks back automatically, his cheeks colouring with embarrassment, clearly thinking Derek is making fun of him, and his heart immediately sinks as fierce remorse thumps in his chest.

“No, Spencer!” he says indignantly, shifting closer so he can take Spencer’s hand in his. “It’s a great choice, I was just surprised, that’s all. I’m more than happy to watch this with you. It’s one of Sarah’s favourite films.”

Spencer looks unconvinced. “Are you sure? We can watch something else.”

Derek captures the hand that’s offering him the remote and puts it down slowly. “I’m sure,” he promises, hoping the sincerity shows on his face. “I’m sorry I made you think anything differently.”

“Okay,” Spencer acquiesces, a faint smile pulling at his lips as he looks into Derek’s eyes, simultaneously shy and secure. Safe. Derek hopes that’s always how Spencer feels with him.

They watch the film quietly until the food arrives, and he doesn’t let Spencer move a finger, plating it all up in the kitchen before bringing it through to the living room and arranging it on the coffee table.

As soon as he sees what Derek’s bought, Spencer’s head whips round. “You remembered my favourite Indian shop?” he asks with an awed kind of reverence.

Derek looks at him, puzzled. “Of course I did.” As if he hasn’t memorised absolutely everything there is to know about Spencer Reid.

They waste no time in digging in, both engrossed in the story of Juliet Ashton and her quest to learn about the famous ‘book group’ that formed under Nazi occupation.

“Did you enjoy that?” Derek asks once the credits play, and when he turns around to face Spencer, he realises he’s a good few inches closer than he was an hour ago. He tries not to let how much that makes him happy show on his face.

Spencer hums, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his cheek on the sofa cushion. “I thought the book was better.”

Derek’s eyebrows raise slightly, but he does his best to react as positively as possible, not wanting a repeat of earlier. “Wow, you like to read historical romance?” He keeps his voice as fascinated and upbeat as possible. “That’s great, Spence.” (And definitely something he’ll be filing away in his mental Everything About Spencer Reid bank.)

Spencer blushes. “It’s kind of dumb,” he says shyly, “but I really like them. Preferably if the romance is a subplot.”

Derek stares at him in amazement. “It’s not dumb, pretty boy. Nothing you enjoy could possibly be dumb.”

“You mean that?”

“I mean that. You really are a wonder, Dr Spencer Reid,” he says gently, and he revels in the blush those words elicit.

They pick the next movie — Pride and Prejudice, they’ve committed to the theme — and settle in. Derek gets a little bored, but he doesn’t mind, because Spencer’s more interesting to watch, anyway. He contents himself with watching the expressions on Spencer’s face: the way his features move gracefully as he immerses himself in the story, completely engrossed and invested with a touch of childlike awe and wonder.

God, he’s pretty. Derek can’t tear his eyes away, but it ends up paying off. He notices as he watches him that Spencer is shifting closer and closer to his side of the sofa, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch until, by the time the music score is swelling and the characters are kissing, Spencer’s close enough for Derek to wrap an arm around him and slide him right into the curve of his body, slotting him next to him like he was always meant to be there.

He watches the beaming smile form on Spencer’s face as he turns to look up at Derek, traces the faint blush lingering on his cheekbones with a tender thumb.

“What do you want to watch next, baby boy?”

Spencer’s blush intensifies, and Derek’s immensely pleased with himself when the nickname causes Spencer to bury his face in his chest and cling on for dear life.

“Becoming Jane?” he asks, a little tentative and nervous when he pulls his face from Derek’s chest.

He obediently locates the title and clicks play, but not fifteen minutes into the movie, Spencer is dead weight against him, his head resting on Derek’s chest and his hand fisted in his t-shirt.

His heart flutters violently as he observes the man he’s desperately in love with dozing happily, virtually on top of him, clearly finding some sort of comfort in him — a thought that makes him so happy he could cry.

Smiling like an idiot, he turns the volume down on the TV, letting it continue to play quietly in the background as he reaches over to the side table, careful not to jostle Spencer, to grab his current book, reading happily as his maybe-sort-of-kinda-future boyfriend gets his much-needed beauty sleep.

When Spencer doesn’t show any sign of waking and the clock ticks closer to eleven, he puts his book down and carefully lifts Spencer into his arms — taking a moment to appreciate how perfectly he fits into them — and carries him upstairs to bed. He stirs slightly at the movement, but just presses his face further into the junction between Derek’s shoulder and neck, and a small tingle of delight shoots up Derek’s spine.

Spencer wakes up properly when he lowers him down carefully onto the bed, tucking him under the duvet before he prepares to go back downstairs and sleep on the sofa.

He’s stopped, however, by a hesitant, sleepy voice coming from his bed. “Where are you going?”

Derek just about melts into a puddle of goo. “You want me to stay, baby?” He doesn’t really mean for the nickname to slip out, but it feels natural, and it makes Spencer blush so prettily that he doesn’t regret it even a little bit.

Spencer nods, so Derek obediently takes his belt off and steps out of his trousers, removing his socks before sliding into the other side of the bed in just his t-shirt and boxers. The space between them feels insurmountable for a brief second of awkwardness, neither of them certain what this means or what the other is expecting them to do, but Spencer interrupts the white expanse of sheet with a stretched out hand, and Derek takes it for what he means.

He shifts over to the middle of the bed, Spencer meeting him there, and in his sleepiness, curling up immediately into the warm, secure frame of Derek’s torso. He’s asleep in seconds, and Derek doesn’t take long to follow behind him, hoping they meet in their dreams.

After all, there’s a certain kind of peace that comes from being this intimate with your soulmate, and Derek’s awash with it, drowning in the most glorious contentment he’s ever felt in his life. It isn’t hard to fall asleep.

When he wakes up the next morning, Spencer’s still out like a light. They slept for a good nine hours, and Derek can feel it in his empty stomach, so he slips out of the bed carefully, untangling Spencer’s limbs from his, and makes his way downstairs. As he prepares breakfast for the two of them, he thinks about the way Spencer curled around his body all night, and how perfect it felt to hold him as closely as he needed.

‘Clingy sleeper’ is promptly added to his mental file.

He’s midway through cooking the bacon when Spencer emerges in the kitchen, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he stands nervously in the doorway, clearly uncertain of what comes next. There’s nothing Derek wants more than to eradicate that expression from Spencer’s face, so he angles his body towards him and opens his arms widely, grinning like a madman when Spencer finally steps into them.

“Good morning, honey,” he says brightly, kissing the top of his head as he turns the bacon over in the pan, enjoying the way it sizzles.

When he turns away from it to look at Spencer, though, the uncertainty has returned and Derek immediately panics that he’s done something to mess this up already. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you… are you teasing me?” he asks anxiously, his face screwed up into an expression Derek never wants to see again, because it’s breaking his heart just looking at it.

He puts the tongs down. “What?”

“Are you— Um, I guess… I guess I don’t know what’s going on right now.”

Derek surges forward and cups his face with his hands, angling his chin up gently as he stares deeply into the tantalising hazel of Spencer’s eyes. “Baby, I would never tease you like that, you hear me?” he says seriously, imploring Spencer to believe him with every word that leaves his lips. “I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner, but Spencer, I want this with you. All of this. Watching movies until midnight and sleeping in the same bed and cooking breakfast for you each morning. I want to call you honey, and baby, and pretty boy, because that’s what you mean to me.”

Spencer’s staring at him with bright, glossy eyes now, hanging on every word Derek says. “What else do you want?” he whispers breathlessly.

Derek, hoping he’s got the right message, smiles sweet and slow. “Honey, more than anything, I want to kiss you.”

Spencer’s lips part and his pupils widen as he leans forward every so slightly, and Derek takes the hint, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He means it to be slow, but he’s been waiting for this for years, and judging from the vigour with which Spencer’s kissing him back, so has he.

He lets all the emotions of the last five years pour out with every collision of their greedy lips, his thumb and fingers tracing every angle of his cheekbone and his jaw and his forehead.

As they pull away, Derek presses one last kiss to the tip of his nose, admiring the way it scrunches in response, flushing red once again.

Coming back to reality, though, has its pitfalls. “Derek! The bacon!” Spencer laughs.

He quickly rushes to save it, and manages just in time, hoping that he has the ability to pay attention this time. Although he knows that, if it came down to it, he’d choose Spencer’s lips over bacon any day.

“I can’t believe you’re making me breakfast,” Spencer sighs happily as he tucks himself into Derek’s side.

“Well, you better believe it, baby boy,” Derek replies cheekily, “because I’m gonna be spoiling you rotten.”

Spencer smiles, and tucks his face into his neck once more. Against the tender skin there, he whispers, shyly yet with a conviction he’s never heard in his voice before, “I’m so in love with you,” and Derek feels like he’s whole again.

(Because the universe apparently hates them, they’re called into work only hours later, and no matter how much he resists, Derek just can’t keep his hands to himself.

“Fucking finally,” Emily says exasperatedly when she notices Derek’s not-so-subtle hand on his boyfriend’s waist.

“What?” Spencer asks innocently, blinking his big eyes at Emily as if he could possibly weasel his way out of this one.

Hotch rolls his eyes as he looks up from his paperwork. “We’ve been waiting for you two to get it together for years. Don’t let anyone outside this team know or I’m in big trouble.”

Spencer nods obediently, wide-eyed as he presses himself closer to Derek.

“Thanks, Hotch,” Derek says, feeling a little sheepish despite his bravado.

He gives him a stare. “I’ll be watching you, Derek.” He turns away quickly to go and talk to someone else, leaving only Emily looking at the two of them.

Derek tries not to reel from shock, he hadn’t seen that coming.

“Me too,” Emily says drily, voice stern as she raises an eyebrow, before picking up a file and going to find JJ at the coffee machine. “Don’t fuck this up, Derek.”

As soon as they’re alone, Spencer melts into Derek’s embrace. “Oh my God,” he sighs, cheeks bright red. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can,” Derek chuckles, shaking his head. “Looks like I’d better watch my back, pretty boy. Or I’m gonna have Hotch and Emily to answer to.”

“Yeah,” Spencer hums, looking equal parts embarrassed of his friends and flushed with pleasure at their protectiveness, “but I’d be more worried about Emily. I think I saw a knife in her locker the other day.”

Derek laughs loudly, kissing the top of his head. “I don’t have anyone to worry about,” he promises, “because you’re it for me, Spencer. I’ve been in love with you for five years, I’m not gonna screw it up now.”

Spencer smiles happily, before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you, Derek,” he says, and it’s music to his ears, just the way it has been all six times he’s heard it so far.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, pushing a lock of hair behind Spencer’s ear. “I love you more than you could ever know.”)

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[moonshotsx]

Jasco h word ideas. If you still don’t have ideas, how about it’s a little while after the previous prompt, so the texts are still fresh in memory, so Jazzy is all flustered whenever she communicates with bosco. Then they’re hanging out, the two of them staying last… and things of your interpretation happen.

thank you so much for this input babes!! let's see how it goes 🥰

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"You're jealous"

Bosco leaned against the wall of Jasmine's kitchen as they watched her wash off the dishes, everyone else had either left for the night.

"In your dreams," she replied, not looking up from her task. Her voice, however, told another story.

They smirked, "Then why are you acting like you got your panties all twisted up every time Daya is in a room with us? I'm pretty sure that if looks could kill, she would be six feet under"

"I do not," she set down the last plate on the drying rack, tossing the towel to the side.

"Oh, please. You are shit at masking your emotions and we both know it," Bosco said, taking the opportunity to trap Jasmine between them and the granite counter, "And I want to know why"

Jasmine turned her head, feeling her cheeks blush at the sudden closeness between them. Bosco placed one of their hands on her neck, using their thumb to straighten her head back and tilt her face upwards to take a better look at her.

"I hate..." she tried, feeling the words die in her throat as she couldn't avoid staring into Bosco's eyes.

"I'm waiting," they teased, leaning just close enough for Jasmine to feel their breath against her skin.

"I hate how much I want you," she finally confessed after months of keeping it inside.

"Why do you hate that?" they pressed further, their hands slowly trailing up to rest on her waist. She arched her back when their fingers slid over the exposed skin from her top.

"Because you're so annoying," she started, closing her eyes as she felt Bosco's lips kiss on her neck, sucking on her pulse point, "Y-you always need to add a stupid snarky comment," their lips went higher, reaching her jawline as she spoke, "But..."

"But what?"

Bosco had stopped just shy of the corner of her lips. Jasmine was sure they could feel how fast her heart was beating.

"But I can't stop thinking about you," she managed to say before she leaned forward to close the gap between them.

Her arms looped behind Bosco's neck as she let her fingers get a hold of their dark hair, letting it loose from the messy bun they had been put in.

She moaned when she felt their hands reach her thighs, making her hop on the countertop before she could wrap them around Bosco's waist.

Neither of them broke the kiss as Jasmine let herself be brought to her room, shutting the door behind them.

She made a mental note to buy some concealer the next day, she had a hunch she might need it.

[chosenimagines]

Happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

Universe: (H) Criminal Minds

Summary: The Team has to go to Las Vegas (Nevada) for a case. They are earlier done than expected and decided to go out together. But something unexpected happens. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas! Doesn’t it? (Reader is named Jasmine)

Used Prompts: -

Warnings: Alcohol, getting drunk, mentioning of sex

Language: English

Request: Yes/No

Request: Can I request a image for Spencer Reid We’re Spencer and reader  go to Vegas for a case with the team and the case and early so they go out and they get drunk with the team they wake up in the hotel room together they have rings on their finger and they’re married they don’t want to get divorced so they stay married and when they come back the team wonders why they have wedding rings And they try to hide that stuff they are married but they get caught you can fill in the rest (by hyialover)

Requests [Open]

A/N: Thank you very much for your request @hyialover I enjoyed writting it! Enjoy <3

This One Shot/Imagine can be found as well on my Wattpad ^^ My requests are open on Wattpad and Tumblr

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“I don’t know what you think” Prentiss holstered her weapon. “but I don’t want to go back to the jet just yet! I think that we should go out this evening.”, she suggested. 

The idea immediately found approval within our team! Even though I wasn’t a big fan of crowded bars I wasn’t averse to go out tonight. We worked hard the past few days and closed the case earlier than expected. Nobody deserved a relaxed, free night with their friends in a bar more than the BAU! The events of the case had been disturbing enough. Why not get out and have fun? Playfully I nudged our youngest member. “How is it, Dr Reid? Do we get some Vegas-insidertips? Where can we get some drinks in peace?”, I wanted know with a big smile on my face. Blood rushed into his cheeks. Reid’s mimic was flooded with the expression of panic. Immediately I was sorry for asking him! I accidently stroke a chord. Of course I knew that our Reid was nobody who went out but I thought that he might have heard of some bars or clubs who are good. Obviously not… “I don’t know-” But Reid didn’t get the chance to explain himself or to end his sentence. “Reid! You can’t tell me that not one bar comes to your mind that has a good reputation. You lived here! How is it possible that you don’t have a clue?” That was the start of a big squabbing between Morgan and Reid. What did I do? Laughing I shook my head and pushed the squabblers out of the door of the department.

“Now listen to me, pretty boy!” Morgan put his arm casually around Reid’s shoulders. Then his other hand made dissolute move. “Frow now on you can say that you know a small bar in Vegas which isn’t crowded. If you ever go out with a woman here in Vegas you can suggest that you two go into Blues!”, Morgan said and patted his best friend on his shoulder. Reid didn’t seem to feel very comfortable. I couldn’t tell if it was what Morgan said that made Reid uncomfortable or something else. But there was to be nobody in the bar who seemed to be dangerous. That’s why I’d go with option 1. While Morgan continued to give Reid Dating Advice I winded through the room behind the team. We were aiming for one of the tables standing by the wall. The tables at the wall were surrounded by a square bench on three sides. On the top of the table which was facing towards the room were placed two chairs. On one of those tables all of us would fit around it. The seconde we have sat down Rossi stood up again. “The first round is on me!”, Rossi announced what made Morgan listen. “That’s what I like to here!”, he answered. “I’ll take a Whiskey.” “For me a coke please!”, Reid and I said in the exact same moment. That brought Garcia into the conversation. “No way!”, she yelled outraged. As a profiler I should have expected that from her. But I didn’t see that coming and flinched after her heavy reaction. “No way! I didn’t fly with you to Vegas to not party appropriately. Nobody here will drink something non-alcoholic in our first round! I will not let this happen. Under no circumstances.”, Garcia made clear. I gave up immediately. It was useless to fight against Garcia and a small drink was okay. After that one drink I could go over to drink coke. But Reid had to be convinced more than me. After a few minutes Morgan and Garcia managed to get our young doctor to get one alcoholic drink.

One drink? Good one! One drink became two and before I realized it was nobody left at our table who wasn’t at least tipsy. Giggling and laughing we were sitting with each other. Our conversations were on the scale from philosophical to absolutely senseless! Whoever came across our table wouldn’t think that there were sitting eight smart people who work for a successful unit of the FBI. But in this moment, we weren’t agents of the FBI, but we were some normal people who visited Las Vegas and had a good time with their friends. “Hey Jasmine!” Reid nudged me giggling. In doing so he was a bit clumsy, but I thought it was cute. “Yes, Reid?”, I giggled. Why did I find it so amusing that he talked to me? There was no reason, but I was still laughing. It doesn’t matter! Reid wanted to ask or tell me something and I was curious. “I want to show you my city! Do you feel like it?”, he mumbles. A soft pink spread across is handsome face. He was so cute! Man, I really liked him. “Of course! I am already excited.” Reid took my hand and pulled me gently out of Blues.

An enjoyable warmth tingled my nose and chased away the last bit of my will to continue to sleep. Yawning I opened my eyes. I stretched my body while sitting up. My head was buzzing, and every muscle of my body seemed to hate me today personally. I obviously had had one drink too much! Never again. I would never again let Penelope convince me to get one drink. I should have known that it couldn’t go well and that she wouldn’t stick to only one drink. One was always wiser after the event! I pressed my hands into the mattress to push myself up to stand up. But I saw something in the corner of my eye. Or somebody… “REID?!”, I gasped louder than I wanted to. That couldn’t be true! I- I- I shared- I shared a room with Garcia! Spencer should be sleeping next to Morgan! In HIS room and not in mine. Quick I looked down my body. Thank God! I was clothed. That meant we haven’t had sex. Not that the though of having sex with Reid was disgusting but drunk sex destroyed some friendships, and I couldn’t risk it. I just liked Reid way too much! Relief flooded my body. We probably stumbled after our little tour into my room and fell asleep. In the same moment something on my left ring finger sparkled in the sunlight and the relief faded away immediately. On my left hand was a modest ring. Wait! A ring? I didn’t own any rings! But I wore one on my finger. On my left ring finger. Left ring finger… LEFT RINGFINGER! The scales fell from my eyes. But I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. To prove my hypothesis, I grabbed Spencer’s left hand what made him groan. While Reid slowly woke up I scrutinize his hand. Indeed! He wore a ring as well which looked exactly like mine. Like me Reid had it on his left ring finger. That could only mean one thing! “What’s the matter?”, Spencer mumbled, and I didn’t miss how lovely his sleepy voice sounded. In that seconde the memories of the past evening came back. I had most assuredly when the memory past my mind’s eye. “Reid, don’t get scared but I believe that you and me got married…”, I broke the matter to him. Suddenly Spencer sat up straight and appeared right awake. Without a word he grabbed his phone. Just a moment later he pressed it against his ear. “Hello! My name is Dr Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and I want to get some information about Jasmine Morris. Her date of birth is September 17th 1980! Come again please?” Reid curled his lips. “Okay, thank you very much! In that case I was talking about Jasmine Reid. Anyways thank you! Have a good day.” He hung up and looked at me. “We are married.”, he said. I pointed at his hand. “Your hand could have told you the same story.”, I replied. Reid locked at the ring but quickly moved his eyes at me again. “And what are we doing now?”, he asked. I sighed and leaned on the wall at the headboard. “We have two options.”, I answered. “We divorce or we don’t divorce.” I knew that I stated the obvious but saying it out loud gave it another impact. I knew what I wanted but I first needed to know Reid’s thoughts. Based on them I am going to decide! “That may sound crazy, and I can totally understand if you don’t want that.”, Reid hemmed and hawed. “But if I am being absolute honest, I don’t want a divorce!” My eyes widened. I didn’t expect that! “Why?”, I asked. He swallowed hard. “I like you, Jasmine. I don’t like you like Morgan likes Garcia. I like you more likely like Hotch likes Hailey.” Now I saw! “That’s good.” I tucked my messed-up hair behind his ear. “Because I like you exactly in that way!” “No divorce?” I grinned. “If it is okay for you that I have your last name?” Reid smirked as well. “I imagined this differently but I am not taking it back.”

Infront of jet I stopped and pulled Spencer’s sleeve. There was one thing we haven’t talked about yet! “Are we going to tell the rest?” Reid stopped as well. “I don’t know.”, he confessed. “When we tell them how this happened Morgan is going to tease us for weeks.” “And Garcia would be offended, because she wasn’t with us.”, I added. We agreed right of the bat. We wouldn’t tell them but we would tell him soon that we are a couple. Then we would move and a few months later we would have a wedding like party and nobody would know how we really got married. It would keep us from embarrassments and accusations! It was a win-win. In good conscious we entered the plane and put our stuff away. We hardly sat down when the plane took off.

“Jasmine, since when do you wear a ring?”, JJ wanted to know. Surprised I looked up. “Come again?”, I asked. I was only listening with half an ear. “I wanted to know since when you are wearing a ring. I’ve never seen one on your hand before.” Casually I waved it off. Then I noticed that Reid was getting nervous. “I bought it Vegas. It was a mistake which was caused by the alcohol. Thanks, Garcia, by the way!”, I commented while I kicked Spencer underneath the table. He was being more than obvious! “I actually don’t like rings but now that I have it, I can wear it.”, I explained. JJ swallowed the lie and I continued reading. “Wait a minute, princess! Eyes up again. How is it possible that you and Reid are wearing rings which look so much alike and look suspiciously like wedding rings-” Morgan broke off. “YOU’VE GOT MARRIED DRUNK IN VEGAS!”, Garcia screamed. I looked at Spencer amused. “So much about we won’t tell them.”

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Hanahaki Disease + Flowers for Demon Brothers (Part 1)

Scenario: Which flowers would the demon brothers be inflicted with when they develop Hanahaki Disease falling in love with you? +  Headcanons to how they would deal with it. 

(includes pictures of flowers 🌻🌺)

PART 1 INCLUDES: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

[PART 2] INCLUDES: Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Diavolo

Note: BIG PINING ENERGY + Unrequited Love aka ANGST; I love hanahaki so i wrote our local demon boys coughing up an a e s t h e t i c bouquet 

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Lucifer

(White) Sweet Pea = gratitude; departure; also common to give to brides

You have always been a little special to Lucifer, and he has always had a soft spot for you. It wasn’t something big-- he knew he had favorites. Though you were troublesome, you were just as loving and patient as you helped him and his family again and again. Gratitude on its own cannot inflict the hanahaki disease onto a demon, but it is the overwhelming love that comes with his overflowing thanks that has him coughing into his black gloves white petals that contrasts beautifully. It is alarming, but he tells no one, especially not you. (Looking back at it later, the purity of color that his lungs have produced makes him a little wry, because it does make sense that the purest thing about him is his love for you.) 

(Blue) Forget-Me-Nots = true love; memories

He is a man who yearns. He wishes for your affection but can never find it in him to ask for it, so he keeps the memories of his time with you together in his heart-- counting them like fragile, little flowers in his palm. And he continues to fall for you as he gets to know you better. Forget-me-nots begin to litter his desk, reminding him how much you dominate his everyday thoughts, in the little things you do. 

(Lilac) Azalea = temperance (self-control), passion, fragility; “take care”

At the peak of his love for you, Lucifer has grown so much from who he was before. He finds it fitting when he coughs out petals of lilac azaleas, a memento of how much he has changed and how much he has fallen so deeply in love. There is no turning back-- he is in love with you, with your passion and your strength, and the way he can feel fragile whenever you hold him. “Take care,” the petals say when he coughs out enough to cover the floor of his room the moment you leave the Devildom at the end of the year. He knows already he will miss your presence by his side. He has said nothing to you about his feelings-- doesn’t dare to: there is no happiness in a union between a mortal and immortal. 

As much as he wanted to continue loving you, there’s too much to lose and he has too much that must be accomplished

Doesn’t entertain the idea of confessing and having you return those feelings and has them removed 

Mammon

Ivy with a sprig of white tendrils = anxious to please, affection

It is a known fact that Mammon falls for you hard and fast. It’s a little jarring, when he thinks back on it, to pull out a vine of ivy with white tendrils from his mouth only when you have only been in the Devildom for a month. But he doesn’t think much about it. It’s obvious he cares for you, yearns for your affection when you’re the first to show him such unconditional kindness, tries his best to please you so you will always look at him favorably. 

Sunflower = adoration 

Mammon’s feelings for you only grow, but he doesn’t like the fact that the flowers have gotten bigger. It’s easier to dump ivy because they’re found outside, but where in the hell would you find sunflowers in a place without a sun? When he coughs out an entire flower, he saves them and-- upon observing its quality and cleanliness-- gifts them to you. He adores the smile on your face and doesn’t want to let you know that every time the flowers grow in his lungs, they choke and suffocate him.

(Yellow) Primrose = “I can’t live without you.”

Time is running out. You are only authorized to stay in the Devildom for so long, as much as he wants and begs you to stay. Would you stay if you knew that I loved you, he thinks. Do you even love me back? He looks back upon the days before he knew you and doesn’t need to reflect long to know that his world is better with you in it. He doesn’t tell you though, not when you’re awake at least. He had hoped that telling you when you couldn’t hear him would clear his lungs, but the primroses that he coughs up the morning after tells him otherwise and forebodes his decisions in the coming months. 

In the scenario he confesses and MC doesn’t return his feelings, he would rather much die than forget he loved you

He knows his love for you has been ingrained into his heart and soul-- and to remove it means removing a part of himself, and he doesn’t know if he wants to do it; it might be foolish but… well, he’s a fool in love.

Leviathan

Hydrangea = gratitude for being understood 

Never once have you looked at Levi with disdain when he talked about his interest. Never once has he felt so listened to, having your complete attention when he talks about something that he loves. The hydrangea petals come out in droves, covering the bottom of the tub with gentle violets and blues. It’s the first he’s felt understood, he thinks, of course his body would react so violently to something as novel as that. And besides, being understood is not the same as being loved. Levi keeps the flowers to himself, brushing off any questions and preferring to talk with you instead, spending any time he can get from you that you have not already given to his brothers.

(Yellow) Acacia = true friendship and indicates secret love

You’re his Player 2, his Henry. He can be content with just the notion that the two of you share an unbreakable bond of friendship where you’re there for him and he’s there for you whenever the two of you need it. The acacias, however, tell him he’s in love-- with your smiles, with your affectionate touches, with your laughter. Levi ignores them; he shouldn’t ask for more than he already has. 

Daisy = loyal love; “I’ll never tell”

When daisies show up in his bouquet of hanahaki flowers, Levi thinks it’s a little ironic, but for once, he doesn’t argue. He will take his feelings to his grave, if he can help it-- pushing daisies as the humans would say. He’s convinced himself he wasn’t in love with you before, and he could probably do it again when you’re not in the Devildom anymore-- or so he hopes. His heart feels like it’ll never love anyone else when he watches you fall asleep on his shoulders. 

Not unlike Mammon, he doesn’t tell his brothers about his illness and tries to fight it off himself-- but feelings are hard to get rid of

Ultimately chooses to have his feelings removed if he can’t do it himself, putting him right where he feels like he belongs as your best friend

He feels like he’s lost something, but soon enough he forgets the time he loved you (for his sake)

Satan

(Blue) Petunia = can be anger/resentment or “Your presence soothes me”; deep trust, peacefulness, intimacy

When Satan coughs out petals of petunia as dark as night, he stares at the bunch of them on the palm of his hand. He tries coughing them up again, but he doesn’t get to decide when the illness acts up. He searches furiously through his library for what he has, quickly coming to the conclusion that he had feelings for you. Of course he did-- considering what you’ve done for him, giving him a chance to make sense of his identity and looking beyond his anger. He knows without a doubt that these petunias do not represent his anger; in fact, they denote the opposite. “Your presence soothes me,” he reads in the language of flowers, wondering if the flowers will change the more he trusts in you and gets closer to you.

(White) Jasmine = Sweet love, amiability

He picks out the white jasmine off his tongue and quietly dumps them into the trash, the sweet scent stuck in his mouth. When you ask him if he’s alright, he turns around and smiles at you-- a sweet, genuine smile that no one can doubt to be sincere. He returns to where he was by your side as he reads the latest novel at your insistence, glancing at you once every other sentence to gauge your reactions. He feels his cheeks flush underneath your gaze, but he doesn’t persuade you to do otherwise. He loves your attention, and sometimes in these quiet moments he can pretend that you’re just as in love with him as he was with you. 

White roses = “I’m worthy of you”; loyalty

As the year passes, Satan grows more and more confident of who he is as a person, and where he stands with you. These feelings may have been new, but when the white rose petals tumbles from his mouth, he knows that there is only one thing he must do before you leave. He yearns-- he isn’t different from those with this illness-- but he knows better than to pine after someone who doesn’t feel the same as him after all this time. And regardless of whether you can stay with him, he wants you to know how you make him feel: worthy-- and worthy to be loved by you.

In the chance you don’t feel the same, he’s disappointed. When yellow carnations come from his lips as if to commemorate his rejection, he destroys his room, not in resentment but in the fact that he will have to forget some of the parts you made him feel. 

He wishes he could keep these feelings, but knows that it’s unfair to both of you to keep hoping. When you leave the Devildom, he lets himself mourn for what he will lose and removes the flowers. 

[jaynovz]

And moving right along to whatever the fuck is about to happen in 1.7536

Recap is that LEWIS JUST DRAGGED AN UNCONSCIOUS DOC GREEN INTO A DARK ROOM. Nah but for real the recap is just Lewis’ entire arc/dark spiral up to this point so... let’s go!

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yes yes Nikau and Bells are being real cute but listen I DO NOT have time. I need to see Lewis Go Feral

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Tori and Jasmine like “yeah we’ll sort these dumb boys out nbd” and I’m like... it has uhhh it has Escalated. They don’t know yet

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oh. oh boy. Doc Green is literally strapped to a gurney, like full restraints. this is about to Go Places.

OH. wow he is fucking terrifying. his uhhh his voice is doing the deep growly thing. mark me down as scared and horny

whoever wrote this, I see your kink ok. and I support it

the slow ominous cranking of the gurney bed or whatever is... SO SCARY

HOW DOES HE DO THIS. HOW DOES HE FLIP THAT SWITCH. One second, adorable, next second MURDER

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everyone going about their day, having breakfast, no idea that an Incident is occurring

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jesus h christ he is just tightening those restraints. and there is a lot of squirmin happening like. WE SEE YOUR KINK.

I meant who doesn’t want to see Luke’s pretty arms flexing to tighten restraints?

UMMM?? “I want you to know what it’s like to surrender control” ?!!? “Your life is in my hands now. How does that make you feel?” what. the FUCK. the like, the d/s vibes yall. the growly voice. the FACE. this is getting very sexual, WE. SEE. YOUR. KINK.

Yeah Christian how does it make you feel? cuz I know how it makes ME feel and it’s VERY CONFLICTED BUT ALSO LIKE .... yes. yes. more of this.

well jaz and tori are investigating, wonder if they’ll get there in time?

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gratuitous bondage squirming cap

Doc Christian Green and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

“Not until you confess” oh my GOD

HE’S VIDEOING THIS. OMG FULLY UNHINGED. WHAT. so scary so scary omg. sexy scary

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okay okay the girls are finally going to the hospital to check on things and in the meantime...

didn’t know he could make an even scarier face

guys... all MY FUCKING DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE. I wanted to see him go feral and IT’S HAPPENING

god he is fucking LOSING IT. it’s BEAUTIFUL. RIVETING STUFF. BRAVO

oh wow he just tore his shirt open. oh WOW. ohhhhh myyyy godddd

christian out here begging for his life and Lewis is like “sorry can’t come to the phone right now”

“I WANT TO SEE THE EXACT MOMENT YOUR HEART STOPS” JESUS CHRIST

OH BOY DRUGS ARE IN THE VEINS NOW AND DOC GREEN SEEMS TO BE GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST

and on that note NEXT EPISODE JFC

[hms-harmony-discord]

It’s time to announce the entries to the HMS Harmony Discord’s  “Valentine’s Day” event!  💖

Fanfiction Entries:

Find all fics mentioned below in the Ao3 Collection Link.

A Day of Firsts, by Bob49

Summary: Fed up of having so many disastrous dates with fanboys/fangirls/bad partners etc. Harry and Hermione always spend their Valentine's day with each other. An offhand comment by someone (Old lady, muggle couple beside them at the restaurant whatever), makes them realise that perhaps the reason they spend Valentine's Day together was not because they couldn't find good partners for themselves but because they were the perfect partners for each other.

Gross and Boring (Or Thank God for Sleepovers), by Airen_Thiren

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and romance is in the air. James and Elizabeth Potter are just glad to get away from their mushy parents for a night. Harry and Hermione take a night for themselves as their kids spend the night with their friends.

Just The Two of Us, by KingofTheFall

Summary: It's Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, and two professors couldn't wait any longer for their favorite students to get together, so they took matters into their own hands.

keep me in your glow, by c_tristesse

Summary: After Harry helps her salvage another failed date, Hermione notices something. Harry hasn't dated anyone since Voldemort's defeat. Why is that? And why do her friends and family seem to be growing more and more frustrated with her?' for the h/hr valentine's challenge

Looking After Hermione, by amidland

Summary: As a break from the stresses of moving house, Harry treats his girlfriend, Hermione, to a day full of dates for Valentine's Day. Only, when do Harry's plans always work out perfectly?

Love From, Your Secret Admirer, by TheOxen

Summary: Harry Potter has been receiving love letters from a mysterious stranger. Can he put his detective skills to good use and find out the identity of his secret admirer?

Of Gardenia and Roses, by Lestenil

Summary: Hermione Granger asks her best friend Jasmine Potter, who recently came out of the closet, to spend Valentine's Day together to avoid the courtship of Viktor Krum. But Jasmine is in love with Hermione, and decides to use the evening to confess her feelings.

Season of Love, by Arcan0s

Summary: Teddy may be young, but kids are smart and notice things that adults are too stubborn (or scared) to admit. "Will you get married today?" He asked one February morning and the two people he had taken to calling "Mum" and "Dad" promptly choked on their breakfast.

Shy Attraction, by ricochet7

Summary: In 5th year, Harry initially has his eyes set on Cho. But, as the year progresses, certain events leads to him noticing Ravenclaw!Hermione. Will he ever gather up the courage to let Hermione know?

Siriusly Drunk About Girls, by Stargon

Summary: "Harry and Sirius end up drunk one night Christmas of fifth year. Harry ends up telling Sirius about the mortifying poem in his second year. Sirius guffaws after hearing Harry recite it and proclaims, ‘I thought Hermione was better with words than that!’" Needless to say Harry has much to think about, and comes to a conclusion by Valentines Day. (full summary inside) - a Prompt Challenge from the H.M.S. Harmony discord channel.

The Date that Led to Something Spectacular, by Fantasygirl20

The Kiss Cam, by UntoldHarmony

Summary: Gred and Forge are proud to present our newest invention, and a muggle sporting tradition... the kiss cam!

Un Secret, by HarmoniousConvergence

Summary: Five years after the war and after several failed relationships, best friends Harry and Hermione spend Valentine’s Day together doing some mundane tasks. Hermione happens upon a hidden item from long ago and realizes that her best friend has apparently been secretly in love with a mystery woman. The revelations that emerge shock them both and could alter their friendship forever. Original prompt for the Harmony Discord Contest: "The boy sat in the window. He sighed, wondering what could have been if he was brave enough."

Valentine's Cliff Diving, by DarthGhengis (Ernstpiet)

Summary: "Deciding to add a touch more flair to the triwizard tournament, Fudge brings singing Valentine's back to Hogwarts. Backed into a corner by a persistent 'cupid' wanting to meet his quota, Harry is conned into sending a Valentine to the first girl he can think of - Hermione. Things going downhill from there as all the "cupids" find out he's a sucker and keep hitting him up for Valentine's which keep going to a progressively more confused and annoyed Hermione." The above was the original Prompt.

Valentine's Day Ball, by Rafessor

Summary: The Yule Ball was so well-received that a Valentine's Day Ball is introduced. The sudden hungry looks that Harry receives has him wanting to flee the Great Hall and forget about dinner. A small hand takes his, giving him a squeeze. He looks up and meets Hermione's eyes and she's giving him a gentle reassuring smile. He can't look away, and it feels like he'd been blind all this time. The crowd melts away, and it's just the two of them, as it had been for over a month that same year, as it always had been, really. "Hermione, would you like to go to the Ball with me?" Prompt for HMS Harmony Discord Valentines Day Contest 2021

A Patronus-Worthy Day, by Stargon

Summary: After a series of lessons with Professor Lupin fail to produce a patronus, Lupin suggests that Harry take the next lesson off. "It's Valentine's Day, tomorrow. Try to relax and we'll come back to it another day." (full summary inside) - a Prompt Challenge from the H.M.S. Harmony discord channel.

Startling Revelations, by damadape 

Summary: A canon-divergent story set on Christmas Day at Grimmauld’s Place all the way until Valentine’s Day during Order of the Phoenix.

You Never Know What You Have Until It's Gone, by green__eyes 

Summary: After Harry diverges from Ron and Hermione and starts focusing on the Hallows, he tries to figure out what else has changed since Ron's return. A surprise Valentine's Day dinner on the run brings everything to a head. 

Fanart Entries

Art commissioned by Smoak from windbyfire, posted on Instagram

Art by quinsomnia, posted on HMS Harmony Discord #hhr-fan-art

Art commissioned by Stag, posted on HMS Harmony Discord #hhr-fan-art

Art commissioned by Micca from thespacekal, posted on Instagram

Art by yansart, posted on Instagram

Art by dinah.draws, posted on Instagram

Art by mnejart, posted on Instagram

Art by valkxxs, posted on Instagram

Art by disgruntledwing, posted on instagram and tumblr 

[angelbabyszn]

Protection (Ruby X Reader)

OMB Masterlist

"Okay, people! Hurry in! We need to start going over this play!” shouted the English teacher, Mr. Miller in the community theater after school.

The core four and Jasmine sat down next to each other with other students in their grade along with freshmen in a circle of chairs with Mr. Miller in front to see the whole class.

"Everyone, everybody you see in this circle is part of Freeridge's first annual play, "Hamilton"!" said Mr. Miller and everybody clapped.

"This will be a little musical so some parts were based off of people who's in choir with Ms. Grande. Now, do we have our lead actress, “Eliza” here?" Mr. Miller asked.

Students start to turn and start to chatter between each other to figure it out.

The doors that enter you into the theater busted open, causing everybody to turn to them

You came in jogging tiredly with sweat coming down your face, your script in your hand, and your backpack on your back. You just came from your house because you have to buy groceries from the store instead of getting on the bus to here.

"I'm-I'm here! I'm here! I'm-"

You screamed and found yourself on the ground hurt because you tripped over your foot. Some freshmen laughed at your fall.

"Y/N!" shouted Ruby and he quickly got up from his seat and jogs up to you. You slowly get up from the ground until Ruby grabs your right hand and helps you the rest of the way up.

"Thanks, Ruby. I appreciate it." you said. looking at him with a small smile.

"No problem, Eliza." said Ruby with a grin, making you giggle a bit as you grab your script from his hand.

"Now, that both of our main leads are here, let's start reading our script, shall we?" said Mr. Miller and you and Ruby walked on the stage and sat next to each other. 

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"Y/N!" shouted Ruby and quickly out of your thoughts that were flowing through your mind.

"Huh?" you said with wide eyes as you looked at everyone. You just realized you were still here about an hour later.

"It's your line." said Ruby and your eyes widened again and you quickly flipped through your script to where everybody was.

"Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?." you said while acting sadly. 

"Good job, everyone! That includes practice today. We will be back here on Thursday to start setting up the scenes for the play. Everyone is free to go now." said Mr. Miller and everyone started to get up and started leaving.

You close your script hard because you were so glad you were glad for the day. You quickly got up and left out of the theater.

You took out your skateboard you have in your backpack and put it on the ground. You got on and started to roll down the sidewalk to get home until you heard your name.

You stop rolling and turn around. Your heart skipped a beat to see Ruby coming up to you with a smile with his backpack on his back.

"Let me take you home." said Ruby as he walks up to you.

"Awe, you don't have to. My house is literally around the corner." you lied, hoping Ruby would leave. You don't want Ruby to find out where you live.

"But I want to. I like you, Y/N. You're going to ignore what’s going on between us? I'm not going to act like I don't." said Ruby looking into your eyes confessing. He starts to get even closer to you but you backed away from him.

"I like you too but I'm just not in the right mindset to date right now. Too many things are going around in my life. I gotta go, bye!" you said and you quickly swipe your right foot a couple of times as you start to roll faster and away from him. 

You look back to see Ruby with a puzzled face, making your heart ache and feeling regret. As much you want him to take you home, you can't because Latrelle is your cousin and currently living with you temporarily.

You hate that he was your cousin. “He’s hiding," he says. He always brings girls over for his pleasure, smoking all over the place, and leaving trash all over the house. 

He is nothing worse than your father. An alcoholic with no job. Who's just let Latrelle with no questions about why he's hiding.

How are you still living in your house? All you. You are always working, cleaning, paying bills, while all going to high school.

You are still trying to figure out how you manage to do this while having average grades. You were glad makeup exists because you always have to put on makeup everyday to hide your dark circles from the late nights you work.

Sooner or later, you have to tell him but you haven't because Ruby is just turning back into himself. This play was a big step for him to become himself again because he loves planning and wants to make everything perfect. 

You saw how Ruby got back to himself through your eyes by doing all of these pain-relief medicines, therapy, and doing fun activities with you and the rest of the gang like regular teenagers.

You're so happy to see him grow from his experience and you don't want him to relive his memory because of you. You just can't.

You entered your house with your skateboard underneath your right arm and you saw your dad knocked out on the couch with a whole bottle of alcohol in his right hand.

You rolled your eyes and you went into your room. You screamed to see Latrelle and his girlfriend of the week making out on your bed. Disgusting.

"Latrelle! What the h*ll?!" you shouted with a disgusted face. They quickly stopped and looked at you.

"This is the fifth time this happened, Latrelle! You got your own room, do you know that?!" you shouted angrily.

"Your room is the closest. We just in the moment." said Latrelle with a smirk and leaned over to his girl. He kissed her slowly as she started to go down his body about to reach his pants. You have to stop this now!

"Hey hyna! Get the h*ll out of my room now!" you shouted furiously and the girl looked at you with a stink eye.

"Little girl, I don't think you know who you are talking to." she said as she walked over to you with a glare and her arms crossed against her chest.

"You think I'm scared of you? Ha, listen. You ain't the first girl that he invited into my house and slept over so don't think you're special, Becky. With those low-quality "extensions" y'all say when it's actually a weave." you said and the girl's jaw dropped in shock.

"Actually, my name is Maria. This is not a weave, it's my real hair. The leader's daughter of the Prophet$, the winner of the Freeridge beauty pageant, the queen of-"

"Nobody f*cking cares! Now get your bad-looking blonde weave looking a*s outta here, Becky or I'll bust a hole through your head!" you shouted angrily. 

You were mad now and you were willing to do anything illegal because of what Latrelle and your dad did today.

Maria grabs her purse from your floor and leaves the house angrily. You walked over to your bed and grabbed a shirt that wasn't yours.

"This hyna walked out in her bra." you said while looking at her shirt in her hand. You dropped it to the floor in disgust. 

"Where do you think you're going, Latrelle?" you asked seriously. You turn around to see Latrelle trying to sneak out of your room.

"What Y/N? I need to go." said Latrelle.

"Oh no! You're going to stay here and clean up this house! I have gotten food, made dinner, working multiple jobs just to keep us underneath a roof! You have done absolutely nothing but bring girls and smoke ever since you moved in here! If you're going to stay, you should do something that would help in this household!" you yelled at him.

You have enough dealing with this every single day with him and your father. It makes you feel lonely and angry because they don't do anything. You felt like a grown woman when you should be enjoying your last years of a teenager.

"No! Let me be! You're just here to give us anything we want! We own this place! You can't do anything about it because you're just a puta!" yelled Latrelle at you furiously. 

You looked at him with wide eyes as you were breathing heavily. You don't see your cousin anymore in him. You see a monster. A horrible monster ready to hurt you at any moment. Along with your father.

You felt tears coming through your eyes. You were trying not to break but it's not working at all, it was making it worse.

Latrelle grunts and walks out of the door of the house. A few moments later, you screamed furiously and tears started to flow down your tears heavily.

You fall down to the floor of your bedroom and just cry as you feel your eyes turning red. You couldn't take this no more. You try so hard to be strong but it's so hard without your mom here without you.

-

An hour later, you opened your eyes and you found yourself on the floor. You slowly sit up and grab your phone that was a few feet from you.

You look at the time and you see a few missed calls from Ruby. You slowly smile. It seems like Ruby is the only person right now that would call you this late at night.

A thought came into your mind and you slowly got up from the floor. You wipe your nose with a tissue and eyes as you look in your full mirror.

You see your red eyes almost returning to normal with your mascara running down your cheek. You wipe off your face and start doing small and natural makeup on your face.

You stopped to see your scars and bruises you got from your dad on your arms that are slowly healing and you felt your heart breaking again. You quickly grab your purse with your phone and leave the house.

-

A few minutes later, you found yourself in front of Ruby's house. You don't know why.

You slowly walked up to his door and hesitated until you rang his doorbell.

A few moments later, the door opened and my heart skipped a beat to see Ruby.

"Y/N?!" said Ruby, shocked that you were here at this hour.

"Hi Ruby." you said shyly and you look down to the ground.

"Hurry, come in," said Ruby, opening up the door wider and entering his house. He locked the door.

"What are you doing here at this hour? You know what happens after eleven?" asked Ruby, looking at you concerned and scared because he didn't want anything happening to you.

He looked into your eyes and you saw you were upset, making his eyes soften.

"Y/N...what's wrong? Did something happen? Is there someone I have to beat up?" asked Ruby and you chuckled underneath your breath.

"Ruby, you can't beat up anybody." you said as you looked at him.

"I'll become The Rock if anybody is messing with you." said Ruby and you chuckled again at his silliness. He always knows how to cheer you up without trying.

"But seriously, what's wrong. You came here this late at night. You should stay here for the night since you're here for your safety." said Ruby and he quickly went into another room in his house.

"Ruby, that's not necessary! I'm fine! I'm going to call-"

Your heart melted as Ruby came back into the living room with pillows, covers, pj's, slippers, and soft socks.

"Awe, Ruby. Wait, why are you here alone? I don't think you're completely better." you said being concerned to Ruby to ignore your situation right now.

"I'm not alone. Abuela's here but she fell asleep. My family is at a graduation ceremony for the twins for passing kindergarten up in Brentwood." said Ruby as he sat up a comfortable place for you on the main couch in the living room.

"Oh, okay. That's good. I'm proud of you. You're becoming better." you said and Ruby looks at you happily.

"Thanks Y/N. I'm glad you were here by my side all that time. I would've done the same for you." said Ruby and you felt a blush gaining on your cheeks. You look down so Ruby doesn't see them. 

"There we go. Let me take that for you. Here, sit down." said Ruby and you look backed up and walk over to the couch to sit down. Ruby took your purse out of your hand.

"I'm going to inform your dad that you're here, okay?" asked Ruby, taking your phone from your purse and going to your messages.

"No!" you shouted with a scare to your voice, causing Ruby to look at you shocked.

"Please don't tell him. I, um..." you said and you felt tears coming down your face again. Not again.

"Y/N.'' said Ruby, concerned and quickly putting your purse and phone on the coffee table in front of the couch. He sits next to you and looks at you concerned.

"Come down princesa. What's going on? Please. You're scaring me." said Ruby and tears started to fall down slowly.

You couldn't hold it in any more. Everything that has been going on for you for the last few months you held up in your mind was just all coming out in tears tonight.

You have to tell him now. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now. There's no way to escape. You were going to lose Ruby tonight.

"Ru-ru-Ruby?" you stuttered as Ruby was wiping your tears and the light mascara on your face that was running on your face off with his mom's makeup wipes.

You look into his eyes deeply for the first time. Your heart skipped to see his eyes soft and full of concern.

You felt such a connection. Ruby was feeling it too and you have no idea. Your heart aches that you won't be able to see into his eyes again once you tell him.

"I-I-I ha-have to tell you something. Something I've been ke-keeping for m-m-months." you stuttered and Ruby's eyes slightly widened at your statement.

Ruby slowly nodded and you did a deep breath. Here we go.

You told him everything. From the jobs, Latrelle being your cousin, your alcoholic father, both of them abusing you. Every moment. 

You see Ruby's face become less and less full of expression and it just breaks your heart inside into a million pieces.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said all of that. I'm okay now." you said and you turn away from Ruby and face your body the other way to avoid looking at him.

Ruby didn't say anything. He was trying to process anything. He has so many emotions that he doesn't know what to express first.

He looks at you faced away and tries to figure out what to say but couldn't think of anything.

"I understand if you don't like me no more. Don't worry. I'm going to quit the play and you don't have to see me again." you said and you felt movement from Ruby.

You felt a hand connecting to your left hand and you looked down at it. You follow where that hand connects and it leads to Ruby.

Without saying a word, Ruby slowly pulls on your hand, making your body facing him. Ruby continues on pulling on your hand and puts his hand on your waist.

You look up at him again and Ruby wraps you with his arms. 

Holding you was the only thing Ruby could come up with in response to what you just told him. He was furious, upset, disappointed, disgusted and many more emotions.

He hates that all of this happened to you and nobody didn't notice it. Not even him, making him disappointed in himself.

Ruby just holds you. Tight. On the couch in his living room. Both of you didn't talk at all.

Eventually, you fall asleep and Ruby looks at you deeply and starts to stare at your face features.

He caresses your face softly as you sleep on his chest like it was a pillow. He slowly gives you a kiss on your forehead, causing you to gain a small smile during your sleep.

"I'm going to make this right, hermosa. You’ll see next morning." said Ruby as he caressed your hair with his fingers.

-

A few hours later, you woke up and you looked around to see you were in a whole different room. You sat up quickly but calmed down once you realized you were in Ruby's room.

You turned to the other side of the room to see Ruby was not there. You grab your phone that was next to you on the bed table and saw a post-it note on it.

"My mom called you off of school today. Got some news for you outside this room. Put on the outfit hanging on the hook of the door. Take your time, maravillosa. -Ruby"

You looked at the door and your eyes widened to see there was an actual outfit hanging on the door. You get up and you start getting ready.

-

You did a final layer of lip gloss and you stepped back from your outfit. You were wearing a rainbow tie-dye t-shirt with jean shorts, golden checkered vans with your hair in a high ponytail and silver jewelry.

You opened the door to exit the bedroom with your phone. You jumped to see Ruby sitting on the floor in the hallway looking at you with a grin.

"Hola hermosa." said Ruby, making you smile.

"Hi Ruby. Um...what's the good news?" you asked remembering the post-it note on your phone earlier.

Ruby gets up and grabs your hand. He pulls it making you follow him. A moment later, you saw the rest of the core four and Jasmine along with Ruby's family and Monse's dad sitting in the living room.

They all turned to you and Ruby entering with happy faces.

"What is going on?" you asked with a shy smile as you and Ruby sit next to each other on another available couch in the living room.

Jamal turns on the TV  and turns it to the news. Everybody turns their attention to the TV.

After the news came off a few minutes later, you stood up surprised.

"So, my father and Latrelle are arrested?" you asked calmly and everybody in the room quickly nodded.

"That means..."

"You're free, Y/N." said Ruby standing up and looking at you.

"Wait, really?" you asked and everybody started to cheer and celebrate. You started to cry again.

"Princesa, there's no need to cry." said Ruby as he caressed your face to wipe the small tears away. 

"These are happy tears. I just feel revived." you said happily as you looked at Ruby. You felt happy in your life right now and it was honestly scaring you a bit because life can turn this left real quick in a few seconds.

"Wait, then where am I going to live? I can't live in a house by myself. I'm sixteen." you said.

"You will be moving into my house. Monse told me what was going on and I immediately said yes because Monse needs a girl friend to talk to." said Monse's dad. 

"Thank you so much." you said happily and you quickly went over and hugged Monse and her dad.

"How did all this happen?" you asked curiously and everybody turns over to Ruby with weird grins on their faces.

"Y'all snitches." said Ruby and everybody laughed.

"Ruby..." you said softly as you went back over to him.

"Did you really do this for me?" you asked and Ruby hesitated to your question and nodded. It was true. 

"I don't know how to repay you. You're been the sweetest and supportive guy I've ever had in my life and making sure I'm okay." you said. You met every word.

"Oh course, Y/N. I handle things for you. I don't want you to go through anything like that again." said Ruby and you hugged him tight. Ruby hugged you back quickly.

"Let's go celebrate!" said Abuela and everybody cheered as they started walking out of the door leaving you and Ruby, the last two people in the house.

"Wait." you said stopping him from walking out of the door.

"What is it, Y/N?" asked Ruby, looking at you deeply. Your heart skips a beat by what you are about to say. 

"I know I keep on rejecting you multiple times for multiple reasons and I'm so sorry for that. Now that my life is better now, I was wondering if we can-"

Ruby kisses you passionately and you quickly kiss him back. You were dreaming for this moment and it was finally happening. You couldn't believe it.

Both of you ended the kiss and looked at each other with soft eyes.

"Y/N, we're together. And nobody is going to break us." said Ruby and your heart melted in happiness.

You and Ruby did a quick kiss and walked out of his house. You stayed with your knight in shiny armor forever.

[souheii]

tagged by @yookgaejang thank you!!

if i were a flower, i’d be: jasmine if i were an album, i’d be: wiped out (nbhd) if i were a mineral, i’d be: garnet (birthstone) if i were a sound, i’d be: wind chimes if i were a color, i’d be: sage if i were a drink, i’d be: passion fruit tea if i were a fruit, i’d be: blueberry if i were a quote, i’d be: “i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something, that he didn’t love me” - richard siken he’s just so vague i love it if i were a television series, i’d be: land of the lustrous if i were a movie, i’d be: from up on poppy hill if i were a fashion brand, i’d be: h&m.... lol if i were a mythological creature, i’d be: faerie(?) if i were a taste, i’d be: spicy if i were a scent, i’d be: petrichor if i were a fabric, i’d be: wool if i were a body part, i’d be: knees if i were a song, i’d be: goblin by sulli if i were a goddess, my four attributes/symbols would be: a worned out journal, will-o’-the-wisp, chimes, fairylights

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