#made him so pretty (●´π`●)

[kodamaghost00]

30 Lucifer Headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut

It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!You're a new resident at the Hotel in this scenario.

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Let’s begin!

Calls his partner “Angel” or “Love”. But will come up with outrageous names to annoy you too.

Makes his loved ones custom ducks. And he gets really nervous showing you the finished product.

“So uhhh… I made this one for you.” He said quite nervously as he gave you your duck. “Oh it’s lovely Lucifer… thank you so much.”.

He looked at you flabbergasted “Wait really?! You like it…?”. You just chuckled “Of course I do!”

You were there for him when Lilith left him. He was so down but you cheered him up.

When Lucifer and Alastor had their little sing session he was so happy that you sided with him and not that red deer guy.

He thinks it’s adorable that you get along with Charlie. He loves the way you care about her, and believe in her dreams.

Besides his “calm” personality he gets quite protective over time. When he notices you get hurt by something/someone he is immediately there you care for you.

He makes unhinged comments and jokes without even noticing that they’re out of place sometimes.

Ever since angel called him a “Short king” the term has stuck with him. He casually calls himself that as well.

He tries to learn more slang from the other residents and tries them out on you… “You serve *snaps fingers*… the outfit slaps ngl.” You just laughed your ass off due to his stiff voice and lack of feeling.

He enjoys basin and cooking a lot. He prefers to have you as a helper.

He’s a ambivert who’s pretty good at masking. Not many people notice when he’s exhausted.

Definitely a hopeless romantic. He WILL take you on a date with roses and jazz in the background. And if everything goes well he maybe even take you to his place?

He likes to get dominated but he also loves to dominate. Whatever you’re up to actually, he’ll just go along with it.

Groans overall but whimpers and whines when he’s close.

When you ride on top of him he digs his fingers into your sides and it gets firmer and stronger as he finishes.

He is definitely very weak in the way that he can’t hold in for long. You do one right move and he’s cumming fast.

He also enjoys bondage very much. He’d fuck you while you hand from the roof with a gag in your mouth. In combo with a blindfold? Seeing you drool? He finishes faster than you can say “Bow chika bow bow.”

GREAT IN AFTERCARE!!! He will spoil you with sweet words and cuddles. “You did so great love… thank you.”

He bathed with his rubber duck. His favorite is probably an apple themed one.

He also wears a little make-up. Like going out without a little eyeliner? Nuh uh.

He made his cane himself. The apple on top is exchangeable with a Rubber duck, skull and a snake. He’s making new ones as well.

He is already autistic coded with a special interest in ducks. But imagine he invented them. Like imagine he said ”Hey God… I have this little idea, do you think you can make it work?”

He gets nervous if you two make eye contact for too long. He’d laugh it off though saying it’s no big deal for him.

So so done with life sometimes he just drinks 3 black coffees in the span of 3 hours.

He easily gets distracted by literally anything and everything. Also procrastinates a lot.

He loves hugs from the back. And hugs in general make him feel so loved by you.

His love languages are Physical Touch and Acts of Service. You making him breakfast and cuddles afterwards? He’s straight up in love.

“You made this all for me love…? Wow that’s so amazing thank you so so much…” he gets stressed easily so seeing how much you care for him makes him tear up.

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MASTERLIST

Thank you all so much for reading my silly headcanons [And also 20 followers]! I wanted to say “Loves Eskimo kisses” but I remembered he doesn’t rlly have a nose (πーπ). But yeah anyways… if you have requests don’t be shy and ask! I’d be happy to work on requests! Have a great day/night!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[gunilslaugh]

Hello! I would like to know if you could do a little bit of angst 🫣! The situation is XH makes a bet on you. They made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them it can be have a sad ending bc today I want to get hurt 👺

I was in the middle of writing this yesterday when my internet went out : / so I couldn't finish or post it.

Anyway don't be shy to request angst I actually love writing angst!

All members (π - π)

Summary: Xdinary Heroes made a bet that they could get you to fall in love with them. You found out.

WC:~2.5k

Warning:angst

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Your hand was raised as you were about to knock on the studio door when a sentence stopped you in your tracks. 

“How’s the bet with y/n going?” Bet? What bet? You leaned closer to the door to try a bit better. 

“Great, they’re actually supposed to be here soon, so we can go out on a date,” Gunil said. Your stomach tied itself into knots. Was Gunil dating you all a bet? He didn’t actually like you? No, Gunil wouldn’t do something like that. You tried to reason with yourself. You pulled yourself together and knocked on the door. 

“Y/n, you’re here,” Gunil greeted you with a warm smile, but it’s different now. You don’t believe it’s real anymore. 

“Yeah, you ready to go?” You put on your best fake smile. Before you wouldn’t have noticed the exchange in looks between Gunil and Seungmin, but now you did and made you want to throw up. 

You tried to enjoy your date, but you just couldn’t. Not when you know that it’s probably all just an act. At the end of the date you decided to confront Gunil about the bet situation.

“I’m just a bet aren’t I?” you asked. 

“What?” Gunil laughed nervously. 

“I heard you talking to Seungmin. I know I’m just a bet. You don’t actually like me.” The way Gunil’s face drops and the panic that sets into his eyes gives you all the answers you need. It was true, you were just a bet. “Say Something!” you spit. 

“...I’m sorry,” he says. You scoffed. 

“Yeah sorry that I found out.” 

“No, y/n I’m really-” He tried to reach out for you, but you backed away. 

“Save it,” your voice was cold. “So what was the bet exactly anyway?” Gunil looks down, unable to look at you. 

“I bet the members that I could make you fall in love with me,” his voice was hushed. 

“Well congratulations. You won your stupid bet. Now never talk to me again.” You began to walk away. 

“Y/n wait!” Gunil calls after you. 

“No, screw you Gunil and you members too! You all just thought it was a fun game to play with my feelings?” Gunil remained silent.  “I hope you had your fun then. I hope I never see you again.” You turned your back on Gunil and walked away and tears spilled from your eyes. Heart feeling like it had been stabbed. 

Jungsu

Jungsu and you were on the phone. He told you to hold on a sec while he talked to one of his members and muted his mic. Well he thought he muted his mic. You could hear him talking to Jiseok and were about to tell him when.

“Has y/n fallen in love with you yet?” Jiseok asked. What was that supposed to mean?

“I’m pretty sure they have. I just need them to say the words out loud.” 

“I didn’t think you had it in you man. Just play with their feelings like that? I guess our bet will be ending soon,” Jiseok said. 

“And I’ll be one hundred bucks richer,” Jungsu boasted. You couldn’t listen any longer. You felt physically sick. You sent Jungsu a text saying that you had to go, so that he wouldn’t suspect anything. All this time Jungsu never cared about you at all. It was just a bet, so he could make some money. You felt so used. All you could do was curl up on your bed and cry. How could he be so cruel? 

After a few days you decided to meet up with Jungsu to confront him. You guys grabbed drinks then sat on a bench at a park. 

“What did you plan to do with the hundred bucks?” you questioned. Jungsu looked at you in disbelief. “You didn’t mute your mic. I heard your conversation with Jiseok. About your bet to make me fall in love with you.” You spoke calmly, so calmly it scared Jungsu. He remained quiet. “Nothing to say?” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. You rolled your eyes. 

“Two words. That’s all?” You shook your head. “I didn’t think you had something like this in you either. You paint yourself out to be such a nice nice guy, a sweet guy, a caring guy,” Your voice got more condescending as you went on. “And I fell for it. I fell for you. I fell in love with you. These are the words you needed to hear right, so what are you gonna do now?”

“I won’t take the money. Y/n I feel really bad about this I’m so sorry. I won’t take the money ok?” Jungsu tried to compensate. 

“No you should. Take the money. At least one of us should benefit from this. You didn’t sound like you felt bad about it a few days ago, so take the money. Enjoy it. Remember the amazing acting job you did to get it and never try to talk to me again.” You got up from the park bench and walked away with quick strides. To return home to your bed and cry your broken heart out.

Gaon/Jiseok

“How much longer till you break up with them? You won the bet, they’re in love with you.” Jooyeon’s words pulled the rug out from beneath your feet. Your entire relationship with Jiseok was a lie? It was just a bet. You debated going home, texting Jiseok that something came up, but you were already outside the dorm. There was no point dragging this out anyway. You knocked on the door and Jiseok emerged a few moments later. 

“You ready?” you checked.

“Yeah.” Jiseok went to grab your hand and you almost pulled away. However you didn’t feel like confronting him in the middle of the dorm building's hallway, so you let him take your hand in his. Once you got to a more private place you pulled your hand out of his. 

“What’s wrong?” he questioned. Concern laced his voice, but you didn’t buy it. 

“Let’s break up,” you say. 

“What?” he asked, shocked. 

“Let’s break up,” you repeated. “I never really liked you. I was just having some fun.” You watched as Jiseok’s face fell. A pained expression took over his face. “How does that feel? Finding out that someone who you thought cared about you never did. It hurts right? How you’re feeling right now is how I feel knowing that I was just a bet for you,” your tone was bleak. 

“I was wrong y/n. I’m sorry. I’m a horrible person, but-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,” you cut him off.

“I do care about you y/n. Yes, in the beginning I was only interested in winning the bet, but I swear the more I got to know you I stopped caring about the stupid bet, I cared about you. ” he tried to explain. You shook your head. 

“If you did, you wouldn’t have gone through with the bet. Let’s end things here.” Jiseok opens his mouth like he wants to protest, but then he shuts it again. 

“Ok,” he says. “I am really sorry,” he adds. He does look like really is sorry, but you don’t trust him anymore. You just nod. Beginning to go on your way you can see Jiseok starting to reach out for you, but he halts his movement. You continued walking, parting away from Jiseok and leaving you alone with your aching heart.

O.de/Seungmin

“Y/n I have something to tell you.” Hyeongjun came up to you as you were waiting for Seungmin outside of the JYPE building. He looked nervous and it made you feel nervous too. You had a feeling whatever he was gonna tell you wouldn’t be good.

“What is it?” you asked. Hyeongjun remains quiet for a bit like he’s debating something. 

“Seungmin made a bet with the members,” he reveals. 

“What kind of bet?”

“That he could make you fall in love with him by the end of three months.” He started to ramble out apologies after that, but you couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Finding out that your relationship with Seungmin was all a bet was the only thing on your mind. 

“Keeping y/n company for me.” Seungmin appeared. Hyeongjun just agreed, gave you one last apologetic look then walked away. “Ready to go?” Seungmin checked. 

“Yeah." It felt like you were running on autopilot. All you could think about was what Hyeongjun told you. You wanted it to be a lie. For Hyeongjun to be messing with you, but you know he wouldn’t do that. 

“Are you alright? You seem kinda distracted.” Seungmin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Just wondering what you’ll be doing after a month. At the end of your bet.” You kept your voice normal, not wanting to cause a scene at the cafe the two of you were currently at. Seungmin sighs and you can hear him say Hyeongjun’s name under his breath. “Don’t be mad at him. I’m glad he had the decency to tell me at least.”

“Y/n look-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Seungmin. You can’t make any excuse for it. What you did was wrong,” you cut him off. 

“Yes, I was wrong and I’m sorry,” he tried to own up.

“Are you sorry? Sorry about what you did or sorry that Hyeongjun told me? You were just gonna break up with me at the end weren’t you?” you accused.

“I,” Suengmin sighs. That sigh somehow gave you all the answers you needed. He was only sorry that he got caught.

“I guess for the record you only need two months for me to fall in love with you, so don’t worry you still won your bet and since you won, it’s time we break up. I hope I never see you again,” you told. Getting up you walked out of the cafe as normally as you could trying to hold yourself together until you got home.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

“Did it feel good to buy those with your bet money?” Jooyeon asked.

“Dude!” Hyeongjun scolded, turning to look at where you stood. 

“Relax, they're on the other side of the store, they can’t hear us.” That’s what Jooyoen thought. On the contrary you could hear them very well. Now you know Hyeonjun made some type of bet involving you. “How much longer are you gonna date them anyway or did you fall in love too?” Jooyeon played. You felt your stomach drop. The bet was about you falling in love with Hyeongjun? He dated you for a bet? A bet to earn some stupid money. Money that definitely could not equate to how horrible you feel right now. 

“Y/n come on! We’re all set.” Hyeongjun waved you over with a kind smile. Although you don’t think that it’s so kind anymore. Deceitful, is what has been all of this time. Still you walked over, it was your turn to play the deceitful act for a little while. 

You and Hyeongjun dropped Jooyeon off at the dorm, since it was on the way to where the two of you were heading, but you didn’t feel like going there anymore. Not when it was gonna be another, what has probably been a fake date this entire time. 

“You never answered Jooyeon,” you piped. 

“What?” Hyeongjun questioned you, confused. 

“About if it felt good to buy that with your bet money,” you say. Hyeongjun stopped in his tracks. You stopped too, turning to face him. “So did it?” you inquired. 

“I- it-I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to find out. I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said. You laughed. 

“Hurt me? You didn’t want to hurt me? Then why did you agree to do the bet? You even took the money from it, but you want me to believe that you didn’t want to hurt me? That’s laughable.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all he can say, but you don’t know if you believe it. 

“I never would have expected this from you Hyeongjun. The other asshole guys out there sure, but I really thought that you were a good guy. I guess I was wrong.” You wait for Hyeongjun to say something, but he doesn’t. “Goodbye,” you say your last word to Hyeongjun, ready to walk away. 

“Y/n wait!” he calls. “I really am sorry for hurting you.” He looks like he wants to say more. You guess he decided against it because all he says is, “Goodbye.” Somehow that’s the most painful word Hyeongjun ever said to you.

Jooyeon

“Y/n hold on, one of my members came in, give me a sec before we start the next round,” Jooyeon said over his mic. The two of you were gaming together. 

“Gaming dates are a part of your plan to make them fall for you.” You heard Gunil say over the mic. Looks like Jooyeon forgot to hit mute.

“They’ll be in love with me in no time and I’ll be the winner of our little bet,” Jooyeon said cockily. Their little bet? He made a bet that he could get you to fall in love with him? He didn’t actually like you or care about you. Your relationship with him was just for a bet. It was a lie, it wasn’t real. You were just being used, getting your feelings played with. “Alright I’m back.” You killed Jooyeon that round, even though he was your teammate. “Aye! Why did you kill me!” You laughed. 

“As if you haven’t killed me before!” As if he hasn’t been playing with you this whole time. You were just a game to him. You got offline and ended the call with Jooyeon. Then balled yourself up into a blanket burrito trying to find some source of comfort. Tears fell from your eyes. You weren’t sure if you shook from anger or sadness. 

You and Jooyeon were out at the arcade for a date, you were ready to confront him about the bet. 

“Here,” he said, handing you a plushie he just won from a claw machine. 

“Thanks. Is this also a part of your plan to make me fall in love with you?” you asked. Jooyeon’s eyes widened. 

“How did you?” He was stunned. 

“You didn’t mute your mic when Gunil came in.” You shoved the plushie back at Jooyeon. “I don’t want it and I’m done being a game for you to play with.”

“Y/n I didn’t,” he tried to explain.

“You didn’t what? Mean to play with my feelings? Don’t lie you knew exactly what game you were playing,” your voice was cold. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

“That your game is over? Don’t be too sorry you did win the game. I fell in love with you, so congratulations. I hope you had fun playing.” You started to leave the arcade. Jooyeon calls after you, but you ignore him. Yours and Jooyeon’s relationship got a bad ending, now you're left with the pieces of your broken heart. 

[magical-wishies]

shkchsncbkshcjsnsaks magolor is so. sjdjjjsjakalalkskzkzkalakksbsjsk 1273682927282 ~=`|÷•÷`π`π~=}}~{|{{`~

ummmmm yes i am normal actually ummm it was just a glitch :))) so like ummm magolor is really cool and his design is SICK and AWESUM because of the COLORS and his floppy ears did i mention he has floppy ears :333 and also GLOWY YELLOW EYES which the color is symbolic of betrayal and littered throughout his design and that is COOL and GOOD and did i mention he has floppy ears :3333 and i LIKE ALL HIS ALT DESIGNS as well and also he has a really nice story like he shdhdksjhajajdjskakaj and then he zjhxjsoaidhhwnqndndnndndndnd which turns out to be EVIL so he BEATS it with the SWORD THAT LOOKS LIKE THE SWORD OF HIS PINK FRIEND KIRBY which is actually a really nice nod and HE SAWS IT IN HALF like slay worstie and then he gets the POWER of FRIENDSHIP like he turns himself good thats one of the greatest character arcs ive ever seen maybe like whoops wow i just stumbled upon a good ass character

ermmmm and i also like the takes on him which are like "hes a little shit but hes good i swear" because ummm yeah uhh theyre rlly good :DDD so if you've posted magolor fanart before youve already made me happy hehehehehehehehehehe and i like seeing discussion around him and hes been rlly popular recently :))) even if he was popular before he really got some good treatment with the remake :D and also the magoland novel is coming out soon which i will definitely check out and you should too 🔥🔥

so yeah he is very versatile in general :0 you want the sillies??? HES RIGHT THERE you want the EPIC magic powers HES RIGHT THERE you want soulcrushing angst IM PRETTY SURE THERES SOME FOR EVERYONE BUT HES RIGHT THERE and even though i cant rlly describe just one reason i like him so much i wanna acknowledge this

sooo in conclusion magolor is ahakjxhsjakjdhsjqjnajsns and my blorbo and i sometimes relate to him and i love him and hate him at the same time its craaazy @_@ thank you for coming to my ted talk

[adachilovebot]

i know bp ended a week ago ( and thank goodness for that ) but its still mind boggling to me how some were entertaining the idea of hui debuting in another group during ptg's 7th year and a few months away from contract renewal after cube CANCELLED their november 2022 cb

as their leader signing an exclusive contract for 2.5 years prohibiting him from ever mentioning the tagons would send ptg to the shadow realm immediately

I've been loving ptg unconditionally (unhealthily too but that's a topic to discuss next time) but I'd never be this blinded to think this situation isn't a massive threat to the group's survival . I've joined the fandom right before rtk ( terrible timing i know) the hui i saw there was determined to disprove mnet's pity party editing " people around me told me if a group doesn't make it during their 3rd year they'll never make it out group is 3.5 yo but I'll prove everyone wrong " i was questioning myself where was THAT hui i fell in love with

I do believe hui was forced to join it was pretty obvious from the "exceptional" audition tape accepted on november 2022 .mnet needed him to create bad buzz around the show the same way yujin did with gp999 tho unlike clc ptg weren't dismissed so they had to create the narrative themselves. tbh I'm still confused as to how hui blurred what he did abt ptg being dead in the eyes of the industry when it was factually false ( the triplets were actively working on music wooki especially had multiple BB50 producers visit for a prod session ) i am *personally* still pissed at him for that ( i know it could be edited but that clip was over 2min long)

a segment that made me cry was during the pentatour to gapyeong where he recorded a message to the boys where he praised them for protecting ptg while he was away and promised hell do his best for the group . this makes everything he's doing even more illogical because buddy you might debut elsewhere for 2.5 years ,????

I'm not gonna hyper analyse a stranger more than what I've already done here but I'll assume he was himself totally lost within his decisions especially after leaving the industry for 21 months he must've felt totally disoriented

but i am still pissed at any ptg fan who was actively campaigning for his debut tho that was S.T.U.P.I.D

fast-forward to now the little 9 boys are all doing well and thriving in their respective programs jinho in phantom singer and yanan in π plan wooseok was featured in maymay entrata's autodeadma ( massive slay go watch it )

although the fandom is full of bp hui akgaes parasites i guess they'll at least buy a ptg album to get into a 1v1 hui fancall we'll have to either tame them or bully them into shutting the fuck up

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 26 December 1834

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had slept in my clothes π- came before eight and leaned or lay on the bed till I got up I don’t think she found out that I was not undress[ed] my night chemise hid all that she seemed in good spirits said she had had a very good night and hoped I had had one too I said not much on this part of the subject she saw that I did not think of last night’s business quite as she did I said let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall  she seemed rejoiced at the sort of victory she thought she had gained and argued again at my fancying there was anything wrong in it said it had done her good and she was now much happier begged me not to abuse her in my heart I said as little as possible not troubling myself to knock down her arguments but saying the only thing I had thought of as a consolation was the telling her I should shew all my letters to A- she made no objection in fact should not well make any she was satisfied to have found as she thought that all her influence over me was not gone she little dreampt the real state of the case she had fallen in my opinion she had been too much in the style of Mrs Milne and I mean to be as little in her way as possible in time to come she said she still could believe herself belonging to anyone but me the night before last she had left me in an agony quite wet thro’ and ill last night she was calmer and could have done without it if I had not been different I said nothing against all this but let it pass she said I did  not know what it is  was to be obliged to restraint where formerly she had only to ask and have I merely said I saw how she was on Wednesday night and was on my guard last night I was off  my guard and etc. etc. very fine, softish morning - just ready to go downstairs at 9 ½ when had Martha Booth up into my dressing room to speak to her – not satisfied about her manner - M- came then sent for Watson – a regular scene – the girl would excuse herself – then said she was not well – the place too hard for her – I thought she had better leave it – Watson advised her not – said she (the girl) must not shew her face at Shibden etc – went down to breakfast at 11 – Mr L- waited to wish me goodbye – never so attentive before – M- could get Martha what she wanted (a little cook’s place) at the reverend Mr Wood’s of Middlewich – had Martha in again – she then promised better things – agreed for her to stay where she was - All this detained me terribly  off from Lawton at 11 50 – M- went with me to Middlewich (the phaeton to meet her for her return) vid. line 2  et seq. p.251 to see the worm quack (Mrs Lamb) - at M- (10 miles) at  1 20 hour talking to Mrs Lamb as arrant a quack as any of her fraternity – looked at all her phials full of worms – tape and all sorts – and catechised her pretty severely her secret is in the solvent mixture (a vegetable alkali) the carminative is merely composed of cordials - the powders are merely jalap, and the pills purgatives pro re natâ - asked if she thought I had worms - no! not a likely subject - mentioned the one I parted with at Hastings –

SH:7/ML/E/17/0131

well! said she, you may have had one and no more - she really behaved very fairly - I assured her, I would do her no harm - had catechised Mr Long as much and endured by saying I had no objection to M-‘s trying her medicines (which M- told her was a great complaint) and said I should be lastingly obliged if she (Mrs Lambe) did my friend any good - Told M- afterwards I thought the woman as much a quack as the rest of such people but she might try her medicines as now I hoped they would do her no harm and might perhaps do good – she might try them, too, with Martha who is likely enough to have worms – and the woman has certainly caused many to be voided at Middlewich - took a hurried leave of M- left her in good hope and spirits – had talked much of her friend and the boys as we came along and how they might study at Gottingen – would turn to my journal of the time and see if I could find any useful hint there - Off from Middlewich at 2 21 - at Altrincham at 4 ½ – long in getting horses – obliged to take forward the Middlewich postboy who was a stranger in Manchester and having stopt twice from M- and twice from A- sat less steadily at last than at 1st – glad to reach Manchester at 5 59 – off again at 6 9 at Rochdale at 7 48 – took 4 horses – off again at 8 and at Shibden at 10 55 – all gone to bed but Cordingely and John, expecting me, had come down - A- jumped up – and came to me in her dressing gown and cloak, delighted to see me back again – had given me up in despair - Had tea – the 1st thing we did was to laugh aloud at her droll figure and the bustle I had made – explained, sat talking - told her I myself was astonished how little I had thought of π- either going or returning   very glad to be back again mentioned how I had offered her the use of Shibden in the event of δ-’s death etc found waiting my arrival (came yesterday) a very kind letter 2 ½ pages from Mrs Norcliffe (Langton) giving a very indifferent account of herself - ‘I am quite grieved that you could for a moment doubt my friendship - I do not make many friends but when once I do, I am no changeling, but I can in some measure account for it - from mistake in dates, when I reached London I was told that you had been in town sometime, this I knew you could not be, as when I past thro’ York I heard of your having been there only a day or 2 before and the fact was you reached London the very day we did and to seek a person in London is an endless task without a clue, as I found when seeking you so you must allow for others - I know you were in town - you must however allow for poor Charlotte who was in low spirits and then she always sees things in the most disagreeable light - it is not strange you should not know when I was in town as no one knew till my arrival in town where I was to be, I meat to have been in Cavendish square but they had no room - if they asked there, they could not have told without the master of the house was at home for my nephew Charles asked here on the Saturday and they did not know so pray think no more about it’ -  I am glad of this - it would have grieved me to have had any nonsense with Mrs N- for whom I really feel much gratitude and regard           vide page 259 on mentioning to Mrs Lambe the astringency of my bowels parting only with little buttons  she recommended the following

2oz. flowers of sulphur, 2oz. glauber salts

¼ oz. salt petre  1oz. Seville orange peel or gentian root

add to the above, gradually, two quarts of boiling water - then let it stand in an open vessel (covered over) or in any bottle large enough to hold the whole of the ingredients - at least 12 hours - but better to stand a week or a fortnight - take this mixture a teacupful once or twice a day as may be required -   M-‘s medicines (2 pint bottles pills and powders) and advance had cost 20/. and the medicine for each servant 12/. so I gave the woman 10/. with which she seemed much pleased

[calcinator]

It's shocking to me how uncommon this position is.

Fortunately, if some powerful supernatural being did interact with ancient humans, the chances are it's not actually that level of powerful.

Ancient Europeans thought bears were so scary and magic that they intentionally forgot the word for 'bear'. And now we have to pass laws to keep bears from getting wiped out.

Anything substantially more potent than a normal human would be immediately mistaken for divine, and the threshold of 'all powerful' for people who thought goats fucking in front of striped poles would make striped offspring (despite this being easily disproven by, you know, trying it and paying attention.) is not what we would consider all-powerful.

The fact that all the religious texts of the world are rife with blatant mistakes and falsehoods about the natural world show that whatever 'god' is behind the observations is either a liar or a moron, and either kind of punctures holes in a few 'omnis'.

Taken in the context of feats performed in the mythology, I'm pretty confident we could wipe out the lion's share of the Olympian pantheon with a single mid-range nuclear device. Not that it would come to that. If the religion is 'reconstructed' than any extant god behind it is definitionally a loser too impotent to protect its charges from other humans.

And as for the monotheists, while Yahweh talks a big game the F-14 is one hell of an upgrade from an iron chariot.

Plus, if you look at the text his success rate for any task that isn't mass murder of helpless bronze-age civilians via plague or curse hovers around ziltch. If he's a god of anything, he's the god of failure.

He's so incompetent he made perfect minions to serve and praise him and 1/3rd of them managed to rebel despite not having free will. He's so bad at his job robots he designed to love and praise figured out what hate was just to hate him.

Heck, Jacob took ol' no-vowels in a wrasslin' match, and while few of us likely have the upper body strength of a bronze age shepherd, a Ford Focus going 60 MPH is quite the equalizer.

And this is what Tyre looks like:

You have nothing to worry about.

*or one-in-π, according to Yahweh's geometry.

I don't believe in God, but if I did, I would fear them, not because I feel like that's a healthy feeling to carry in one's every day life, but because an omnipotent creator deity existing - let alone one that canonically punishes people according to its whims - would be like being under a giant's thumb at all times. Even if I were told they were the most loving wonderful God that might be imagined I could not help but fear them to at least some extent, because if the most virtuous, moral man on the planet is holding a gun to your head, he's still holding a gun to your head.

Moreover, the God or Gods of every extant religious tradition in the world today that I have any familiarity with are in my opinion morally bankrupt in their treatment of humanity, and so if I found out that any of them truly existed my response would be equal parts fear and loathing.

Murder the Gods and topple their thrones, and all that

[achillesunly]

Characters review on Strangers From Hell: PART 2

(spoilers)

Min Ji Eun aka worst girl

Worst girlfriend. Over looking bfs fears, worries and everything he says as long as it's not happy, or even his role in life (with his boss etc) bonus point for not having cheated on him but still. Being cute serves u what if you're a bitch. I don't even know why they showed us your life I don't care we don't care u don't care u mom doesn't care nobody cares. I don't care if your boss bullies u. Girlboss we love it but u r not enough so we love U. If you goin for it go all the way. Ure just vain. You should have died. That's plothole. Or whatever this called. Missed opportunity, direction hole. Why did they show us your shitty life. If someone knows. This trash bag. Openly idgaf. Fuck away u bf gay.

So Jung Hwa aka best girl

Or GODDESS OF ENGINEERING! Yet another fuckING CUTIIIE. What's the uno reverse of malewife? That's her. Reliable. Relatable . +10 points to Gryffindor for working with such bitchass annoying useless fellow policemen. And 10 other points for having such a beautiful dentist. How come you don't have time to go? jeez. I would even if I had nothing wrong. A lill slow but stubborn and determined. But too nice with other officers (especially from the other department I would smack em hard). Go out with your junior btw he wouldn't 70% let u down. A really good human. I love her. She's cute and clever . If you gave this woman more power I swear the drama would have ended very differently ( so I'm thankful) Second only person I would trust , not daring enough, so second position. She wouldn't let me down if I was dying in a pit. She would 50% break her legs trying to get to me , and 50% go seeking help. That would be on our first date. I would happen to see her crazily good looking dentist in casual clothes walk by. We would have a chat. He would kill me bc I would have asked him to. Beautiful date 👉👈

Yoon Jong Woo aka Jong U re the one

Tired of this shit ×1000000000^π. I wouldn't have half his courage. My man walked in, saw a rutting pervert, pissing extrovert auntie, weirdass good looking button down, bully thug, the Joker and his non-drooling twin, and the lovechild of Adonis and Apollon offering staring and human flesh for lunch, and he really said everyone here is weird but I'll make it work. Amazing . Mastered the skill to look both disgusted and tired in any social situation which is a big flex. Shiny eyes when his real self. Kind of a dick. Really pisses me off sometimes. Genuinely. Short and short tempered. Example of how army isn't made for everyone (no offense meant), shitty life with shitty boss and shitty girlfriend and shitty flat. Kind of reminds me of Eddie edi Eddie eddy edy? from venom in his anger control. I wish he would snap sooner BC repressed too much and it's more fun when unfettered nd batshit crazy. Yeah walk up those gay stairs it'll change u. More flustered after talking with MoonJo in one 1 evening than with his girlfriend the entire series. Amazing. Also weirdass mom who gives off weirdass warnings heard from old shufu in the mountains random yet expect her son to not be in a constant state of mental breakdown. Love the way hes just like ok the second time he's called THE word like well aight mate go off ig. Paranoid. A tad bit too late. But strong ig. Sick strap btw bro. I really like the uh huh... Jewelry I guess... I .. yeah... Cool.

I wouldn't trust him cause Im so annoying he would kill me or have his bf do it. If we ever got along tho, we d be writing buddies and I'd tell MoonJo I'm gay so he doesn't have to worry or kill me. but anyways I know Yoon would just let me down whenever he'd have the chance to get D so. Cause he's the one ( rubber ducky ure th-) Yeah, he's really, I yeah.. it's um.. okay...hhuh .. um ... I'm foine I swear :(

Seo Moon Jo aka the only one I didn't have to look up the name

The dentist we all want . Cutie pie and I'm done pretending: HES AMAZING CLEVER PRETTY BEAUTIFUL DEEP CUTE CALM PASSIONNED TWIST MINDED AND HDVBSN AAIIIII

I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW HIM HES SO WHOLESOME AND HEHZHDNJ AND I HHHU EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A SHRINE IN THEIR HOME DEDICATED TO HIM HES SO INTERESTING

He's the cutest bunny beauty smiley, his lill teeth, big eyes, crow hair, his stance, slender figure, his quirks, his flip of hair, his mind, the way he kills adorable. His love eyes, and the way he fights, how he holds Yoon s face when they were fighting, his voice HIS VOICE CHANGE IN EP 10 AROU-WAIT ILL GET IT:

WHINY TURNS METAL AND IM DEAD

He's so much . How can a character like THAT be created ??? ITS NOT LEGAL???? YOUVE BEEN TO STOP! There's just so much to say but yeah.. Seo Moon Jo ❤️❤️🦷🐀🔪

He's cute and rock and the way he tries to blend in (nice dentist, scaring off kids but that's just what we are all supposed to do, playing local when he kills the journalist/spits!/ /I know some of y'all sickfucks whish he spat in your mouth jeez )

I could just spend literals hours taking ab him but I think we should all get a conference day or sleepover and just write ff, draw fanarts and do theories, conspiracy on iphones, together. that would be cleverer.

He just makes the whole drama. Literally. He's amazing and a deep character and damn. Yeah. His loving shiny eyes. Whenever I remember them I feel the deepness of the character wash back over me again and hhhh. Yeah. Damn.

I wouldn't trust him either cause such a beauty would never stand being stared at for hours without wanting to kill me. + if I was dying ,depending on the context ofc if it's related to the residence then bye y'all but-, he sure would help but if he ever gets a call from bf he would just throw me on the road right away to get sum. So yeah. no. Cause you don't know if he feels like doing art on Tuesday. And id end up in the dirty dental chair. So.

Still I would give him warmth and family ( not in the sexual way Jesus he got Yoon for that ) but it would change him just a bit then no. Cause he's perfect the way he is and hh. I guess what I'm trying to say is:

So yeah I love him like that. Very much. More than words. His voice. The whole character is really something else. Never been done before, one of time character. One of a kind and that's wow . The whole drama is him actually. So in the end there's the word that will never have the same meaning again and I don't want to hear it from anywhere else or I'll fucking jugeo blro. He's a masterpiece himself.

I hadn't realised that I lowered my standards be4 seeing him and his love. Not in the extreme way but he's just dedicated and poetic. ....Yeah..... so .......❤️ Seo Moon Jo ❤️

+ he's not dead folks 🙃 he's a bad bitch so you can't kill him.

Finally great drama in the purer sense G R E A T

[seacottons]

— uni with atz pt. two

notes: swearing, fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue. tags: @latte-fairytaekwoon

seonghwa — [ early edu. + developmental psych. ]

extremely organized in all aspects of his life

your bookshelf at home consists of books on developmental studies in children.

if he isn't in class or volunteering, he's either cuddling with you or reading.

stressed 24/7.

takes very pretty and neat notes.

randomly spits out facts throughout the day.

sometimes, you join him during his volunteer hours at various daycares and schools.

is all the children's favorite teacher.

extremely patient and soft-spoken when it comes to working with even the most difficult child.

also loves being called 'teacher hwa'.

"i don't know, if i were you, i would make the students call me king san."

"they'll probably end up bullying you," seonghwa replies back.

you don't know how he has the patience for the amount of children he has to take care of.

takes you picture-book shopping with him for his students.

finds himself singing nursery rhymes while cooking or cleaning.

has polaroids of you two stuck on the fridge.

brings lint rollers to work.

gets worked up in public if a parent seems too neglectful in any way.

"y/n!" he tugs at your elbow and points with his jaw to the right, "look! his kid is just spilled all that paint on the floor, and he didn't even bat an eyelash!?"

"don't intervene again, please."

"okay, but-"

the whining of metal and steel cut him off, and the two of you jump in fright at the sound of a shelf falling apart.

"some people really shouldn't have kids."

whines when he comes back home that the paint stain and glitter just won't come off his clothes no matter how many times he rubs the spots with warm water.

or how he has mulch stuck in his socks and shoes from taking the kids outdoors to play.

you somehow always end up finding a googly eye or specks of glitter under the couch.

sometimes brings home finger-paintings with numerous colorful hearts and two stick figures in the middle.

"today's assignment was to paint what makes you happy."

you also help him stitch up little felt and cotton dolls for the kids to keep.

often gets sick from working with children.

and passes it onto you by accident.

you know he's had a bad day when you ask him how it went, and his face scrunches up in pain.

stormed into your shared apartment one day and made a beeline to the bathroom.

forty minutes later, he comes out, towel wrapped around his hips, face and chest flushed, and explains that a child accidentally peed on him.

gets flustered when you laugh at his demise.

sometimes uses his teacher voice when scolding you or your mutual friends.

and you all end up teasing him more anyway.

"do you use that tone in bed too, hwa?" yeosang asks one day. mingi and yunho splutter out in disbelief, followed by loud laughter.

you choked on your bite of cake at the sudden remark.

"what did i ever do to deserve this slander," seonghwa grumbles whilst patting your back.

he often stays up late making lesson plans for both his classes and ones to implement at work as well.

takes full advantage of his teacher's discount at shops and restaurants.

sometimes brags about it to his friends to get under their skin.

"you have it easy. just watching kids and getting free food," san says one day in the middle of their game of jenga.

"it's not easy at all," you hear seonghwa reprimand the younger, and laughter rings out from the other four guests.

"you're learning about children! what's so hard-"

you had a hunch that seonghwa purposely tilted the wooden tower to tumble over an unsuspecting san.

"y/n! your boyfriend is trying to murder me!"

seonghwa paces in circles around your apartment whilst studying for an upcoming exam.

asks you to quiz him on certain materials.

"correct! okay, can you define the preoperational stag-"

"how many kids do you want to have in the future?"

"..what?"

"kids. how many do you want to have with me?" he presses further, eyes trained on your face rather intently.

"can't this conversation wait until you finish studying?"

"no. i'm too curious," he licks at his chapped lips and leans in to poke your forehead, "i need to know. this is important information. please."

yeosang — [ biology pre-med ]

met you through your mutual friend, wooyoung, who invited him to live in your shared dorm.

"you didn't tell me you have a dog?" yeosang turns to wooyoung, brow quirked up whilst pointing to the 'beware of dog' sign on one of the bedroom doors.

"oh, i don't. i just put that up to mess with y/n," wooyoung dismissively explained while making a sandwich.

is the reason why you and wooyoung haven't killed each other yet.

asked you out after five months of moving with you and wooyoung.

designated one of the kitchen's shelves as a medical supply closet.

"because wooyoung always ends up hurting himself without doing anything."

"i do not."

stress is his middle name.

constantly contemplates his life decisions.

"wooyoung! shut up! i can't finish my essay with you blabbering every damn second!"

you had to get used to the sight of a full sized anatomical skeleton in his room.

"okay, but i'm not letting you fuck me with that thing in here."

later that night, wooyoung's heart nearly burst in his chest from fright.

"yeosang! why the fuck is your skeleton in my room!?"

some nights, during dinner, yeosang slams his obnoxiously large textbooks onto the table, and insists for the two of you to quiet down while he skims over the pages a few times.

"can't you just enjoy your meal for five-"

"no. now hush."

not only does he have labs, presentations, and essays to worry about, but he also got accepted for a pre-med internship at a local hospital.

hardly goes out anymore during his free time.

most dates include cuddling on the couch or baking something in the kitchen.

stays up late at night to complete assignments.

towers of thick books decorate his nightstand.

"no, yeosang. i really don't want to see you dissecting a cat," you grimace, turning quickly and shielding your eyes from his phone.

"why not?" yeosang whines softly, hand tugging the hem of your shirt with a frown, "it's not that bad, i promise-"

he's cut off when wooyoung snatches the phone from him with a loud cry, "gross! y/n, you're letting him touch you after he touched that?! and fuck- what is that smell?"

"that's formaldehyde. now give me back my phone before i dissect you next."

you join him at the lab when he has extra work piled up.

"you look so cute with a white coat and goggles."

you prod and poke him repeatedly, asking him numerous questions about the specimens in the lab.

"y/n! don't touch that!"

one day, wooyoung comes home sick.

you insist on taking him to see a doctor, only for him to emit a haughty laugh at you.

"why would i waste my time and money when i have yeosang here?"

"but woo, he didn't even get into med-school yet-"

wooyoung insists he doesn't need to see a professional, "yeosang is practically our live-in doctor! why do you think i begged him to move in?"

you roll your eyes, calling for yeosang to persuade the younger male.

"alright, tell me your symptoms," your boyfriend sighs, plopping down onto the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

after wooyoung explains everything and takes his own temperature, he peers at yeosang for an answer, "well?"

"you're dying," yeosang nods simply.

wooyoung's visage pales, and he scrambles to sit up on the couch with a disturbed expression.

"what?"

yeosang is always studying.

always.

studying.

you insist for him to take a break sometimes.

"i can't. i have lab tomorrow. oh, and a paper."

"but you always say that!"

you attempt to tug him out of his seat.

"come on! just for an hour, and we'll be back. promise."

he's always reluctant at first, but finds himself agreeing later anyway.

enjoys the small dates at the nearby lake probably more than you do.

mingi — [ accounting ]

a gifted genius when it comes to numbers.

is your very own math tutor.

jokingly asks you to pay him back.

he accepts kisses and hugs. baked pastries are also a bonus.

"y/n? are you okay?" a hand waves in front of your face.

you blink at him wordlessly, mind fogged from the bombardment of information you just received, "sorry- you lost me. can you repeat the process again?"

he playfully smacks your shoulder with the ruler and stomps his bare feet onto the tiled floor, "this is the third time!"

"i'm sorry! you know how i am with math!"

he begs you to take classes with him as electives.

"sorry, baby. i love you, but there's no way i'll ever take statistics."

"okay, what about economics?"

"no."

"management? business administration!?"

"no and no."

"but y/n! it'll be fun! you'll be with me!"

always whines about how much he hates having to take 'stupid management classes' and the group projects that come along with them.

"they never take the assignments seriously!"

said group visits your apartment to work on projects with mingi.

"aren't you supposed to be working on that project?"

you watch as mingi and his friends suddenly erupt in an explosive argument about the game they were currently playing.

"yeosang! what the fuck!?"

"it's y/n's fault mingi was distracted!"

you let out an indignant squawk and glare at yeosang.

"that round didn't count."

"stop being a sore loser, san!"

"so.. i take it you didn't even start?" you grimace, peering over to the untouched books and papers on the coffee table.

"it's just management class. no big deal," san explains quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand before nudging your boyfriend with a glare, "you better not make us lose this time, or i'll kidnap y/n."

stays up late to finish other work that's due.

loves to wear big spectacles when studying.

it 'helps him focus'.

writes notes on his calculator and slides it towards you while you're both home studying.

'n-3^07-!'

"mingi, what is that?"

"read it upside down, you bum."

has a coffee mug with 'i love π' in big, bold, red letters.

refuses to throw it away even though the rim is chipped.

always bugs you about how you should have a budget plan.

insists on teaching you how to make spreadsheets on excel.

"i can't do this, mingi. too much numbers give me a headache."

"do you want my lucky glasses?"

rambles on about things related to his field, and you can only nod in confusion every time.

"how does your brain keep up with all of this?"

"easy. just be one with the numbers."

"that was a bad pun.."

"you're supposed to laugh!"

mingi was that typical student who complained about studying, but is always the one acing everything with the highest score.

"i should just quit university and become a stripper."

"you say that every exam week, and yet, you always pass with the highest grades," you mumble from the other side of the couch, absentmindedly highlighting a few sentences in your book.

"yeah, but studying is a pain in the ass," he exhaled with a loud groan, head thrown back against the back of the couch, "why me, y/n?"

you roll your eyes while reaching over to pat the side of his face in comfort.

"everything will work out just fine."

later that week, he joyfully bounces into your apartment with a large grin plastered on his face, "guess what?"

you snort in amusement.

"let me take a wild guess. you aced your exam."

"and guess who has the highest score?" he tugged you forward by your cheeks with a bright grin.

"yeosang?" the cheery expression on his features suddenly vanished, causing you to laugh, "i'm kidding."

likes to study while attached to your side, wearing comfortable pajamas and warm socks.

sulks whenever his stock investments drop further than he expects.

and is always in a good mood whenever the prices spike back up.

always has a horrible math pun up his sleeve.

sends you accounting memes and becomes a gloomy mess when you don't laugh or understand the joke.

"what if i propose to you with a math problem? and we have pie instead of cake?"

"please don't bring math into our love life."

yunho — [ broadcasting journalism ]

roommates with you, hongjoong, and jongho.

is called 'newspaper boy' by hongjoong.

is well-known around campus for being one of the student journalists for the university's newspaper.

you have the very first published paper, with his full name printed on the front, framed in the hallway of your dorm.

has the prettiest hands.

and longest fingers you've ever seen.

can put them to good use.

especially when typing out essays. they're practically blurred from how swift he is.

likes to ramble about current international events to jongho early in the morning. the latter pretends to understand, giving the other false hope.

jongho always sends you a pleading look to save you from your lover.

always carries a notebook.

article deadlines = stressed yunho.

complains that his friends are 'uncultured'.

helps you with your essays.

if he has enough time, he'll actually re-write it for you.

"was it really that bad?"

"it's okay, baby. you're good at other things."

"how come you don't re-write my papers?" jongho huffs from across the living room.

"you're not y/n."

interviews you and your other roommates for his projects.

you smile from behind him as he zooms in obnoxiously close to hongjoong's disgruntled expression.

"he zoomed in on my nose again, didn't he?" the blue haired male asks you.

"sorry, but that tomato sauce stain is really distracting me."

hongjoong nearly drops his fork.

"what stain!?" he furiously rubs his face with the back of his hand, "see! i told you that you always interview us at the most inconvenient time!"

is constantly writing.

can be very unorganized.

"who took my ap stylebook!?"

"can you stop shouting? it's 6 a.m., yunho!" hongjoong growls from his bedroom.

mingi and seonghwa often visit your dorm because they're usually partnered with yunho for an assignment.

it somehow always winds up with mingi and yunho fooling around, whilst seonghwa struggles to persuade them to help him with the work.

sometimes, you tag along to help film his public social experiment projects.

is a social-bug, so people are instantly drawn to him.

likes to cuddle with you while watching the films for his assignments.

you think most of them are pretty boring, but being in his lap and tucked against his chest makes up for it.

you like to add glittery stickers onto his video camera and tripod.

is very much infatuated with you, so he doesn't mind one bit.

applied for a paid broadcasting radio station/tv internship over the summer and was quickly accepted.

asks you to help him style his hair for his first day at work.

"but it's just a radio station. no one's going to see you?" jongho questions with a perplexed expression.

"i still need to look presentable!"

and later that day you quickly hush the two males beside you once the clock strikes 2 p.m.

"quiet! yunho should be on any second now!"

"i was just breathing?" hongjoong whispers weakly.

over dinner, jongho often mimics yunho's reporting voice.

"y/n, do i really sound like that?" yunho pouts as you and hongjoong burst into fits of laughter.

"aw, don't be sad. i love your reporter voice, baby."

will wake everyone up early the next morning by yelling at the top of his lungs with his reporter voice just to get back at you three for laughing at him.

[pokemonswshfics]

Hiii I would like to request a nsfw fic of Leon x fem!reader. I wasn’t sure how to go about this ask without being straight forward so I hope you don’t mind （πーπ）Leon and his gf are in bed cuddling with each other watching a movie or or their phones and then he slides his hand into her shorts and starts to toy with her and finger her until she comes undone right on his fingers. I’m sorry if I stepped over any boundaries or broke any rules （ ; ; ）

hello dear! ^-^ no worries about the straightfowardness, i'd prefer direct/detailed requests like this, you're fine! :) here you go, nsfw warning for everyone who isn't comfortable with it! have a good read everyone <3

tw // degradation and humiliation !

Leon × Fem!Reader || Oneshot (Nsfw)

You laid in your boyfriend, Leon's, arms, in a spooning position. One of his arms was under you, the other draped over your waist to hold you close with your backside pressed against his chest. You held your phone in front of you, scrolling on a media site for both you and Leon to see.

"Look at how cute that Jigglypuff is!" You giggled and held the phone up a little higher for him to see.

"Mmhmm.." Leon sleepily hummed against your neck, you could tell he hadn't even looked up. He was so easy to make fall asleep, just a comfortable bed and some cuddling.

You frowned a little and squinted at your phone, trying to think of something to wake him up and get his attention.

After only a few seconds, an idea popped into your head. You blushed at it, and wondered how you would go about the idea..it was always Leon who initiated things, what if he wasn't even slightly in the mood?

You took a deep breath, hearing him breathe peacefully and on the verge of falling asleep. You bit your lip in slight anticipation before reaching over to your nightstand and setting your phone down.

You smiled a little before finally starting to grind against him, slowly at first. You were only doing this to wake him up and tease him, but you couldn't help but feel turned on at the motion, his cock was so close and you could feel it hardening against you.

"Love..what are you doing?" Leon groggily asked against your neck while his eyes fluttered open. "Hm?"

You felt the arm around your waist tense and bring you closer, making you blush a bit more. You felt his erection grow against you and it only encouraged you to continue. You stifled a whimper, feeling embarrassed that you were enjoying this.

"I was just about to sleep, and you decide to do this?" Leon's voice was much deeper due to his grogginess, but it admittedly turned you on more. You stopped moving against him and turned your face to the side, now seeing Leon out of the corner of your eye.

"Ah..sorry, Lee. I just wanted attention..", You shyly confessed and blushed even brighter. "Go to sleep, I regret doing that-"

You were cut off by Leon's arm that had been on your waist slip down to the waistband of his shorts and a low whisper.

"You wanted attention, I'll give my little slut attention."

The sudden name caught you off guard, but it made you excited. You squeezed your thighs together before feeling a light smack on one.

"Open." Leon stated sternly and tugged at the waistband of your shorts, leaving you with no choice but to slightly raise one of your legs. Leon quickly took the opportunity and dipped his hand into your shorts, already rubbing you through your panties.

"A-Ah! You really don't have to-", You tried speaking as he already quickened his pace on your clit, rubbing it in just the way he knew would make you wetter.

"You're telling me that when you're already this wet, it would just be cruel leaving you like this.", He pressed a finger against your clothed entrance, making you press your hand to your mouth in order to stifle a moan. This only resulted in Leon gripping your entire soaked area with just one hand, and being pulled back against his erection.

"I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby. Don't be shy.", He buried his face in your neck, and you felt his tongue lick a stripe upwards, making you shiver. "I already know how my slut sounds."

With that, Leon took no time to finally dip his fingers into your panties, instantly going to toy with your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you couldn't help but open your legs a bit more. His fingers seemed to be doing wonders, it felt like you could cum just from this.

"Can you p-put one in?" You shakily asked, if you came just from him playing with your clit, you would never hear the end of it.

"Baby, you getting desperate? That's what I like to hear..", You could feel him smile against the skin on your neck before you felt his hand lower even more, one of his fingers circled your hole teasingly for a few seconds. It made you whimper, you were beginning to get sensitive down there but Leon did what he pleased.

You finally felt one of his fingers shove inside, harshly.

"Leon!" You cried out, feeling him already begin to pump the digit in and out of you at a quick pace. "F-fuck.."

"You're so cute when you're like this, love. My finger's just disappearin' inside your little pussy..you wanted this that bad? You could've just asked like a good girl instead of grinding against my cock. Now you gotta pay..", Leon's small smile against you widened a little. "Alright?"

You hesitantly nodded, and turned to slightly bury your face in your pillow. You were used to Leon's slight dirty talk, but it always made you blush more than expected.

The finger that was pumping in and out of you was now going at a quick pace before it briefly stopped, to your disappointment.

"Lee..?" You asked, muffled. "Why did you stop?"

There was no answer, other than a second finger entering along with the first one. He mischievously chuckled and began to kiss along your neck. The arm that was under your body moved, and Leon's hand adjusted so it was on your breast, softly squeezing it.

"Ah-Ah..oh-!" You moaned out, your voice quivered with each word.

"Take it, love. You like getting finger-fucked by your Champion, don't you?"

You nodded shyly, trying to keep from panting. The blush on your cheeks brightened when you felt yourself clench around Leon's fingers repeatedly. You were sure he knew as he began to thrust his fingers quicker, hitting just the right angles.

"You're gonna cum when I tell you to, not a second sooner or later. You're gonna look so pretty cumming all over my fingers, so fuckin' sexy..", Leon mumbled and snaked his hand under your shirt, back up to your breasts, and began to softly pinch your nipples.

You could feel yourself on the brink of your high, it was so tempting to just finish now on his fingers..

"You wanna cum, baby? Beg to cum, now." He tugged at your breasts and mercilessly pumped his fingers, stretching you out by spreading his fingers slightly when inside. "Maybe I'll be nice and let you cum."

"P-Please..I need to..", You whimpered in embarrassment. Your thighs began to tremble because of how good his fingers felt inside, how bad you wanted to just finish.

"You can do better than that. Say it like you mean it."

His fingers went at an even quicker pace, which you didn't know was possible at this point, making you cry out. "Please! Leon- I need to cum or I'm gonna lose my m-mind!" It finally clicked in your head, what Leon wanted. "Please let me cum on your fingers, Ch-Champion!"

At the name, the hand that was on your breasts squeezed harsher. The fingers he was thrusting in and out practically slammed into you now, and he finally said the words you wanted to hear.

"Cum all over my hand, right now. Make a little mess on my fingers, baby." Leon nibbled on your neck, surely leaving a mark.

As soon as he said you could, you released, hard. You came crying out Leon's name and gripping the sheets beneath you. Your legs were trembling, you felt yourself clench around his still pumping fingers one last time as they slowed down.

"Oh fuckkk..", He groaned and gave your neck one final kiss before pulling away. He pulled his fingers out of you, and you blushed when you felt your own juices leak out.

Leon took his arm out from under you to lean on his elbow. He turned your chin up to look at him, you now moved to lie on your back and faced him.

"Is that what you wanted?" He smiled and lifted a brow, before raising the hand that had been fingering you to his mouth and licked what you had left off of them.

Your blush returned and you brought your hands to your face shyly. "Shut up.."

"Was that too much for you? You feelin' okay?", He asked softly and began to kiss your cheek, making you quietly giggle.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You can sleep now, really!"

"Keep me up more often, baby." He planted one final kiss now on your chin then laid back down, nuzzling into your neck and yawned. "I love you."

You smiled and kept him close by wrapping your arms around him, your legs intertwining with his.

"I love you too." You replied and relaxed, soon drifting off to sleep with Leon as well.

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed, my requests are always open ^-^ just might be a wait ! 💕 - 🥝

[iruludavare]

There are no circumstances under which this would be considered a pretty pie. He'd tried, but even with the help of the Larvesta, it was still burnt at the edges, and the shaping of the crust was lopsided at best. Despite the meticulously folded origami Delphox set next to it, the pi symbol carved into the top crust was uneven and jagged; clearly, N was not as dexterous with a knife as he was with paper. But the qualot berry filling was fresh and fully cooked and sweetly tangy, and it was at least serviceable in taste.

If unfolded, the Delphox contained the poorly-spelled note: "Hapy π day! Sory Im stil lurning to bayk."

π Day || Not accepting @sumofn

     He has tried, most definitely. She can see that.

     It is endearing, in some ways. Reminiscent of the baked goods that those just starting out in the academy, whom she was tasked with teaching on the odd occasion, would give to the blonde as thanks. Burnt edges, the finesse of forming and decorating crust not yet learnt by the maker, jagged edges and shaky laying of the pastry to form the symbol atop it all. How nostalgic. From the origami beside it, Serena can tell-- he is capable of mastering finer artforms, and perhaps this, too, would be one N would conquer over time. One he might better understand if it was broken down into more a logical, mathematical manner. And the contents of the note-- why, it does nothing but prove her train of thought right.

    Maybe it would be a kind gesture to offer him some help in the future.

     There is the sound of a knife cutting into the pie, a cautious slice taken from the piece, for she wagers it would taste better than it looks. Presentation is an important aspect of cooking, one might argue, but for a beginner like him, well it could be cast aside for the time being. Something wonderful that does not look all that appealing is far better than a dish that tastes atrocious, but looks beautiful-- or, at least, in Serena’s eyes, it would be. Yet as she takes a bite from the slice, the slightest feeling of anxiety cannot help but bubble in her chest.

     It is sweet. A little tangy. The faintest ghosts of spice barely hanging onto to it all. Did N use qualot berries for the filling? Oh, he must have-- it still carries that distinct taste. A basic recipe it must have been, for even if her mind scurries around thinking of what else could be added to it the next time it was made, it cannot associate much complexity with the pie. However, it makes sense. It is still very much passable; not a bland mess that it easily could have become. And so, she picks up pen and paper, scrawling onto it a message thanking the other trainer for the food, along with quite a positive, encourage little review.

[chaseatinydream]

morning fix || k.hj (atz)

➼ pairing: reader x kim hongjoong (ateez)

➼ word count: 4516

➼ genre: barista au; fluff

➼ synopsis: “i’ve been missing you a latte lately.”

You always go to this specific café for your morning fix.

Every morning, without fail, before the start of lessons, even when you don’t have lessons, you always make sure to head to the Twilight Café to grab a cup of coffee. Your friends tease you occasionally, saying that the baristas must add mermaid’s tears or dragon’s blood into the coffee as some sort of secret ingredient, because there’s no other way they could get you coming back for more every single day so religiously. You merely smile over the rim of your coffee cup, thinking “Well, they’re not completely wrong.”

But the secret ingredient isn’t in the coffee.

It’s the barista, Kim Hongjoong.

The handsome young man that is Kim Hongjoong has been working at Twilight ever since you entered the college, but even though you've sat at one of quaint tables by the window side more than once just to admire his dream like features, you've never actually... noticed him in particular.

Most, or might you be so bold as to proclaim, all of the staff in Twilight are remarkably good looking, so Kim Hongjoong had just been another pretty face. Sure, he was one that you might have vaguely recognized out on the streets, but not really one that had stood out to you very significantly.

Until that day.

You'd stayed awake the entire night prior, rushing though your year end projects which had been due the next day. There was a presentation that you had to do today that counted towards your final grade, but winging it with less than eight hours of sleep in the last two days didn't sound very promising. You needed a morning fix before attempting to ... and you needed it fast.

So, exactly five minutes before your presentation had begun, you had dashed over to Twilight faster than the speed of light, panting for a cup of hot coffee over the counter.

The barista, whose face you had recognised vaguely, had looked shocked for a moment as he took in your flustered, unkempt state. You probably looked like you’d been run over by a backing car several times over, with dark bags under your eyes and an even darker expression on your face.

Time had passed by agonisingly slow, drop by drop, as you watched the hot liquid of the coffee trickle into the cup much too slowly for your liking. Every hair on your body was crawling with impatience, the seemingly insignificant ticking of the second hand of the clock on the wall grating on your ears like nails scratching over the surface of a chalkboard, your teeth grinding together as you watched the barista scribble something on your cup-

“Could you please hurry up?” The words came out harsher than you had intended, and for a split second the cute barista flinched from the viciousness of your voice before he managed to pull an apologetic smile together on his face. Quickly, he passed you your cup of coffee, piping hot and smelling of sweet caramel, lowering his head apologetically.

“I’m truly sorry, miss.”

Something had tugged at you, perhaps it was a little bit of guilt, a little twist in your gut, but then the clock and its damn incessant ticking caught your attention before you could say a word of ‘sorry’ to the poor barista. Two more minutes before your presentation was due. Glancing desperately between the young man and the minute hand steadily inching closer and closer to twelve, you made up your mind.

You’d apologise to him next time.

So, grabbing your coffee, you had turned and dashed out of the shop.

The coffee had been amazing, aromatic, fragrant, and ultimately strong and sweet enough to keep you awake throughout the whole presentation. In fact, it had been so good that after drinking it, you had felt absolutely awful for taking out your stress on the barista from earlier. Maybe there really was some sort of secret ingredient in the coffee.

With the resolution to apologise to that poor barista firmly in your mind, you had lifted a hand to dispose of the cup, but before you could let go of it, some ink markings on the paper sleeve caught your eye.

You frowned.

Why hadn’t you seen that before?

Sliding the sleeve out of the cup, you had turned it around carefully to read the writing on the surface. And to your immense discomfort, two very opposing emotions blossomed in you at the same time.

You look stressed, so have an extra sugar to make today even more sweet! I hope everything goes well for you :) Cheering you on!

For a moment, warmth that reminded you of knit sweaters and freshly brewed lattes rose in your chest. Then, you paused, sighed and stared at the innocent paper sleeve for a long second, before tucking it in your pocket, the sleeve feeling unnaturally heavy.

“I really need to apologise to him.”

And so you had.

The first time you’d returned to the cafe, awkward and a little uneasy, he was already there, wiping down the counter with a clean cloth. Luckily for you, the cafe was mercifully empty, most of the student body that used to frequent the place currently at lectures or back at the dorms. Back turned to you, he was humming along to the song playing over the radio, blissfully unaware of your presence. You were tempted to just give up on the plan and run for the door, but you steeled yourself with a determined exhale and clenched fists. No! You had to apologise!

You squeezed your eyes shut and tapped on the bell at the counter.

“Hello, welcome to Twlight Caf-” The barista turned around with a wide smile, ready to greet you... until he saw your face.

For a second, he faltered, nearly dropped his cloth too, before his mouth pressed into a thin, nervous line. Your heart sank, did he think you were here to complain about him, or something along those lines? He tried to force a smile onto his face, but it looked fake, like a mask of clay.

You hated it.

“Excuse me, miss, but is there something you need-”

Sucking in a deep breath to calm your nerves, you shoved a piece of paper forward into his hands.

He glanced down in surprise, he hadn’t expected that in the least. The paper was a crumpled post-it, a little torn around the edges and a little damp from sweat, but the words written on it were clear as day.

A latte, just like how you made it for me that day.

And beneath that, in smaller writing:

I’m sorry.

The polite smile on his face slid right off and for a moment, you were almost worried he might reject your apology. But before you could hightail it out of there with your tail between your legs, another smile, brighter and so much genuine than before pulled at the corners of his mouth, turning his face from show-stoppingly handsome to near radiant like the sun itself.

Then he grinned at you, cuter than a man his age should be able to look, and you swore that your heart sputtered to a stop in your chest for a long, dangerous second.

Oh no.

“One ‘I’m Sorry’, coming right up.” He teased, a smirk playing on his lips, a little mischievous, near devilish, almost, and you had merely stared at him with your mouth hanging wide open, unable to believe that he’d just teased you like that.

When he passed the steaming cup of espresso and milk to you a few moments later, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickling the edge of your nose, you had smiled and thanked him a little awkwardly in disbelief, nearly tripping on your way out of the cafe.

And when you glanced at the paper sleeve of the cup once more, you saw the exact same handwriting there, neatly scribbled at the side in black marker.

You need to buy another 50 cups of coffee before I forgive you! See you around, Sugar!

You didn’t know why a furious blush spread across your cheeks at those words, or why a smile tugged at your own lips at the stupid nickname, but you slipped off the paper sleeve off the cup once more as you passed by the trash bin.

And put the sleeve into your pocket once again.

Have an amazing day >.< you can do it! (○｀･Д･´)9

You look down today :((( Have three sugars to sweeten that pretty smile of yours! Don’t forget to brush your teeth tonight, though!

Your smile is sweeter than sugar, but here’s some more to make it even more irresistible! All the best for your interview today!

How are guys just like coffee? The best ones are rich, hot, and can keep you up all night! :D (okay that was embarrassing ignore that i’m not that kind of guy-)

Oh no ;-; you stayed up all night! Don’t worry, I can’t see those eye bags, you still look like you’re going to crush today amazingly! Here’s a cup to start your day off on the right foot!

Why did the coffee file a police report? Because it was mugged :”D (please forgive his bad jokes he was googling them at 3am in the morning) THAT WAS JONGHO IGNORE HIM PLEASE

I’ve been thinking about you a latte lately SAN STOP THAT’S JUST WEIRD-

(ง •̀ω•́)ง✧ nearly at the weekend! You can do this, Sugar! The boys have been teasing me a lot πーπ but hmpf ignore them if they say anything silly to you! Visit the café on the weekends too, I’ll make a special treat for you if you do!

You sit at the couch in your dorm room, flipping through the stack of paper sleeves in your hands fondly. Each sleeve documents the journey of your blooming friendship with the barista behind the counter of Twilight Cafe, the one who works the morning shift and has a smile sweeter than sugar itself, Kim Hongjoong.

Your finger traces the last one fondly, the one he’d given you yesterday as you had rushed to your next lecture. Waving you off with a bright smile, he’d given you a small wink and a grin, one that made your own cheeks flush bright pink and a smile to bloom on your face, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

It’s Saturday today, and you’re blessedly free from any lectures or lessons, a rare occasion. But then again, Hongjoong has indeed promised you a cup of special coffee if you swing by the café, so shaking your head at just how soft you are for that boy, you slip on a pair of shoes and make your way across the campus grounds.

The bell chimes as you push the door open and Hongjoong immediately turns around to grin at you as you enter. Smiling, you slide him a yellow post-it across the counter and he grabs it eagerly, eyes scanning the words with excitement. As strange as it is, you and Hongjoong have actually never spoken a word to each other verbally, instead communicating through your little post-its and paper sleeves.

As much as coffee’s part of your morning fix, Kim Hongjoong has become part of your daily routine, slowly inching his way into becoming an integral part of your life.

I made it through the week thanks to Hongjoong’s special ‘I’m Sorry’ latte! Surprise me today ;)

Hongjoong looks up from the note to salute at you playfully and your heart flutters, before tucking the post-it in his pocket and moving to brew your coffee. Studying the way he moves, you watch his able hands as they work the machine, adding syrup and sugar just the way you like it. But everything he does looks familiar to you, as if you’ve seen it a hundred times (which to be fair, you probably have), nothing out of the ordinary. You cock your head to the side in confusion.

A few minutes later, he sets the cup in front of you, but this time, he’s nervously wringing his hands, fiddling with the hem of his navy blue apron as his gaze darts around, never lingering on your face for long. Then he squeaks out a hurried ‘goodbye’, barely intelligible, and flees into the back faster than you can blink, the other two baristas on shift now, San and Jongho, howling with laughter behind the machine. You’re a little befuddled, but you take the coffee all the same and exit the shop, glancing down at the paper sleeve.

Made with Love. Drink me!

Your heart melts into a puddle of something warm and fuzzy for a second at his sweet words and you smile fondly, raising the tab on the lid to take a sip. Then you freeze in your tracks, staring at what is written there with wide eyes, your mouth falling open.

It’s Hongjoong’s handwriting, alright.

XX XXXX XXXX

Call-ffee (Call me) maybe?

You reach for your phone faster than you ever have in your life, keying in the numbers with the urgency of a life and death situation. The last time he’s spoke to you had been the day you apologised to him, and for the first time in a year, you’re going to hear his voice.

The dial tone cuts off. The call has gone through.

A male voice, jumpy with nerves but still smooth as well brewed coffee, comes over the phone.

“Sugar?”

[skgway]

1823 Aug., Fri. 29

6

10 55/60

Very comfortable bed, and slept well till 5 20/60, at which time it was raining heavily downstairs and in the stable at 7 1/4 everything ready, but it rained so much (began at 3 1/2 they said and was incessant till after 9) I determined to stay breakfast, and set off at 9 or 10 – 

Took upMog’s edition of Patterson’s roads published London 1822. Saw Shibden hall inserted according to the letter I wrote mentioning its situation – Then took up volume 1 Miss Benger’s life of Mary Queen of Scots and read the first 50 pages. 

Sat down to breakfast (boiled milk and hot rolls) at 8 1/2 – It just then occurred to me that the last time I was in this room (the ground floor parlour on the left entering the Bridgewater) was with M– [Mariana] on the night of the 9th of March 1816. 

A host of reflections crowded on me – I felt the tear starting and my heart grow sick. ‘How foolish,’ said I, then sank into the thought that my knowing her had perhaps been the ruin of my health and happiness. She has not the heart to suit me. Perhaps I should not be happy with [her], yet almost foolish, [w/c]ould not be so without. I had almost said, ‘Oh, that I had not a heart,’ but God be merciful to me a sinner, and enable me to fix it. Here alone true joys are to be found. 

How very little π [Mariana] guesses what passes within me. I do not blame her. Heaven has not given her that sweet sensibilit soul of the soul after which my spirit panteth, likes the hart after the water brook and than which nothing less can satisfy a romantic and the enthusiastic mind like mine. To π [Mariana], if I shewed myself more openly I should be an enigma. She could not understand. We have not much fellowship in feeling, yet am I attached to her. Alas, I see more and more plainly, too deeply for my own happiness. 

Were I to tell her the effect of this three step business, she could not comprehend it. She would think it perhaps unforgivingness of temper rather than that wound at heart which festers unseen. It has taught me that tho she loves me, it is without that beautiful romance of sentiment that all my soul desires. But mine are not affections to be returned in this world. Oh that I could turn them with virtuous enthusiasm to that being who gave them. 

O Mary, Mary! You have enticed me with the glimpse of happiness and my heart has pursued the ignis fatuus till retreat is impossible or vain – But no more –

Left Manchester at 9 25/60 (the roads very heavy with the rain) and stopt at the Wellington Inn, Rochdale, at 11 35/60 – Fair the 1st 7 miles but rained the last 4 (of the 11 Manchester to Rochdale) – Went into the stable for a minute or 2, then sat down and mused and wrote all the above of today which took me till 12 3/4 (Shibden). Took a little nap – Had ordered George to let us be off in 2 hours but he was out, and 25 minutes beyond his time, and we were not off till 2 –

From 2 55/60 to 3 1/2 walked, and made George lead Caradoc, from the mound and while rails across the valley (perhaps 1/2 mile on this side of Littlebro’) to the Inn at the top of Blackstone edge – Stopt there 5 minutes and gave Caradoc some oatmeal and water – Then pursued our journey, and got home in 3 3/4 hours at 5 3/4, i.e. just before it struck 6 by the kitchen clock –

It rained pretty smartly all the time we were at Rochdale till about the last 1/2 hour when it cleared up and we had no rain afterwards – A fine evening too – My father and Marian called after tea and staid about an hour –

Told my uncle and aunt Mr. Simmons thought he could cure me, but could answer for it better if I was in Manchester under his own eye for 2 or 3 weeks – My aunt wanted me to give up going to Scarbro’ and York, and go to Manchester immediately – This I, of course, decline, saying I may perhaps be able to do without going to M– [Mariana] at all –

Barometer at changeable or rather above Fahrenheit 57º at 9 p.m. at which hour came up to bed – Put by my things etc. and wrote the last 9 lines of today – 4 letters waited my arrival –

Nothing can be better done than the new road from Littlebro’ to the top of Blackstone edge – From the very foot of the hill to about 100 yards from the Inn at the top are 15 white-painted black-capped stone posts as guides, I suppose, when the road is covered with snow – They were 149 strides apart (supposing them to be as as they look, at equal distances) perhaps these 149 strides might be about 100 yards or not much more –

It was at the 14th stone that I met M– [Mariana] last Tuesday week – This struck me forcibly – I had been thinking of the thing before – Indeed not a day scarcely an hour has passed since it happened, without its occuring to me in 1 shape or other – Oh! that I could forget it altogether – But I know and feel this cannot be – My memory is too obstinate for me –

3 of the letters came yesterday from M– [Mariana] (York); from Miss Vallance (Sittingbourne) and from Radford the Tailor (“ 27 Piccadilly removed from 188 Fleet street London”) the other letter (from Radford acknowledging the receipt of the draft) came this morning –

M– [Mariana]’s letter (2 1/4 pages hurried) written the very day (Wednesday) my letter to her would get to Scarbro’, on which day she seems to have been setting off for that place, having waited to take her father and mother within the carriage Eliza and Lou on the box and the 2 little Whites and her and Watson her servants in a hack chaise – Mrs. B– [Belcombe] seized with Cholera morbus on Sunday “which alarmed us much for a few hours, but it soon subsided”.... “however she is quite well” – Dr. B– [Belcombe] 

“in very low spirits about himself and I really think there is much cause even now to feel alarmed about him – His mind seems to have suffered, and when there is anything to be done he seems quite bewildered” –

M – [Mariana] not quite so well as she was – The moorgame arrived safe on Sunday – Dr. B– [Belcombe] appeared pleased with the attention – M– [Mariana] was to have written on Tuesday “but Bell came over and nothing could be done” –

3 pages crossed and the ends from Miss V– [Vallance] I must write to her very soon – She says my last is dated 14 February –

“Does your remembrance of your confiding friend ever cross your mind? Has her fate ceased to interest? Is her form forgotten? Her faults and sorrows faded from from your heart?” …. 

I must write – She is still in a very bad state of health – Gives a high character of her brother William’s bride – vide the latter 1/2 the crossing of page 2 and the former 1/2 of page 1 vide page 2 

“Memory often carried me to Langton – and recalls our wandering to Birdsall, the wold etc. etc. ...... those steps so well remembered, so fondly recorded in my bosom”.... 

Flll [full] well i remember my style of conversations. Does she too? Is it not evident she will listen again and grant all I ask as before? – At page 3

 “I hope to see Langton at no very distant time and I hope most earnestly to see you there” –

Surely the crossing above referred intelli[gi]bly marks her preference towards me and might warrant my taking gently any liberties I chose. She says, or strongly insinuates, that she and I think and feel more in unison than I suppose. Surely this is no cold water on anything that has passed between us – I have always maintained a lady cannot love sufficiently a second time. It is respecting this she owns my opinion, “founded on a knowledge of human nature in general” but consider herself an exception –

Radford’s 1st letter is to acknowledge the receipt of my 1st…. 

“as our business is conducted solely on the principle of ready money we cannot send goods to strangers in the country without 1st receiving a remittance to amount of ordered goods” … 

Strangers is in the original, strange ladies in the country – Referred to their “order book” and found my measure etc. etc. I could not help laughing –

The 2nd letter a respectful acknowledgment of the draft – The coat to be sent by “the York coach that leaves the Golden and Saturday morning at six” that I am expected to have it early on Sunday morning –

vide line 23 the last page the weather, what kept me up so long etc. – E [two dots, treating venereal complaint] O [one dot, signifying little discharge] A lit[t]le not much –

[sideways in margin] Rochdale

[avmisworld]

Jungkook as your boyfriend:

●     Y'all know Jungkook is MAJOR bf material

●     The cutest bean uwu

●     At the start of your relationship he was probably a bit awkward

●     The poor guy is so inexperienced he forgot what it's like talking to a girl who isn't doing his makeup lol

●     Is scared to do something you won't like so he's always really careful with his words and actions

●     Eventually he'll ease into it and become the shameless loving crackhead you know today

●     But sometimes he'll still get a little shy

●     Whenever he says something too cheesy or makes a cute mistake or you compliment him

●     Always has the cutest bunny smile during these moments

●     Always puts your needs before his own

●     If you're a foreigner, he'll spend hours learning your native language

●     Even though you know Korean and you have no problem communicating uwu

●     Makes sure you're eating well and sleeping enough

●     Even when he's on diets and sleeps two hours a day max :(

●     Always insists to help you even if you don't need it

●     "Y/N, let me help you"

●     "Babe, I'm combing my hair..?"

●     Is always ready to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are whenever you get insecure about your body and talents :'(

●     Is legitimately confused why you would ever be insecure in the first place

●     When he is insecure tho

●     You just tell him the harsh truth

●     That he's the world's cutest, most talented and golden bunny, and he's precious to ARMY and to his members uwu

●     Tells you he loves you at least a hundred times a day just to see you blush and avoid his eyes cutely

●     His favorite thing is making you laugh

●     Loves it when you make him laugh as well

●     He's an hilarious person so he doesn't have to try much to succeed

●     Loves to make funny faces at you during one of your fake-serious banters

●     You two have a shit ton of private jokes (wtf is funny about a plastic cup????)

●     You live on sending each other memes and stupid videos of people falling down stairs lmfao

●     You two are severe crackheads oof

●     It's very likely to find the two of you awake at 3 am having a dance party or karaoke after too much wine

●     Constantly having tickle fights, wrestling matches, pillow fights, what not

●     Do not forget that JK is a savage little shit

●     And that doesn't change because you are his girlfriend *sigh*

●     Teases you about everything and anything

●     Places things high up on purpose just so he can show up later with his chest puffed out and take it down for you with a smirk

●     "Did I hear a damsel in distress?"

●     But makes sure not to take it too far uwu

●     This kid is competitive af omg

●     A relationship with him means turning everything into some race or bet

●     "I bet I can finish this hot dog faster than you"

●     "Whoever brushes their teeth faster gets to shower first!"

●     You see this a lot when the two of you game as well

●     There is no way you can date Jeon Jungkook without playing Overwatch at least once lol

●     Video game tournaments

●     He wins most of the time but if he'll ever lose it's because he let you smh

●     Is competitive also when it comes to other people

●     Always has to prove to you that he's the best and that you made the right choice dating him

●     Like you would ever doubt that pffft

●     Whenever someone impresses you Jungkook would just jump out and be like

●     "That's pretty cool, but did you see the new move I learned?" *breaks neck*

●     Going to a fun fair would just be you going back home with a truckload of plushies from Jungkook winning in all the booths kfkfkd

●     Dates with him are so cute and fun

●     He loves taking you out sm

●     It doesn't matter if it's movie night, ramen dates, dinner dates, lunch dates, beach dates, amusement park dates, coffee dates, workout dates, study dates, ice-skating dates

●     Jungkook's inner child always comes out with you

●     Probably because he never really got the time to be a real child :(

●     You're the only person aside from his members and family who gets to see the real him

●     He's so whipped for you

●     Literal heart eyes

●     Can't stop staring at you with twinkling eyes and a wide bunny smile

●     When you catch him he'll look away and blush but he'll feel satisfied when he sees you blush as well uwu

●     He finds everything you do adorable and can't help but send you bashful laughs and affectionate gazes

●     even if he won't admit it kkk

●     Compliments you all the time

●     Compliments about your looks, your outfits, your smallest, most insignificant achievements uwu

●     Always notices the small things about you that no one else does

●     "Wow, Y/N, these new earrings look so good on you, babe"

●     Basically Jungkook loves to spoil you hehe

●     Buys you presents all the damn time

●     You don't encourage him to do so because you hate feeling like he's your sugar daddy or smth and you aren't with him from his money

●     But he just can't help it when he sees something he knows you'll like

●     Spends more time shopping for you than for himself

●     But it's all worth the gleam of excitement in your eyes when you see his presents

●     Even if you playfully slap him and pout

●     "I told you to stop wasting money on me!"

●     Also makes you his own personal presents uwu

●     Usually gives you them before he goes on tour to cheer you up

●     Anything from portraits of you he drew secretly, to paintings of beautiful landscapes, to songs he wrote for you, to a collage of pictures you took of you

●     Jungkook loves taking pictures and videos of you

●     Takes snaps of you secretly cause he knows you're shy uwu

●     His camera roll and gallery is entirely filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating, laughing, smiling, staring, talking, etc…

●     Plus cute selfies and candid shots of the two of you with huge grins and arms wrapped around each other

●     And memey selfies of the two of you that you would literally bury yourself if anyone would find lol

●     Also has little, random videos of you just scrolling on your phone or something

●     "Y/N, look at mee~~"

●     It's really hard when Jungkook leaves for tour for both of you

●     Late night video calls almost every day

●     Even when Kook is after a concert, with his eyelids sticking to each other like glue π-π

●     Calls you half asleep and the two of you just talk about meaningless stuff until one of you falls asleep uwu

●     Sends you snaps all day of him and the guys and everything they're doing

●     Does it so you'll see he's having fun and staying healthy

●     Wants you to do the same so you send him selfies of you and your boring university lifestyle

●     He insists that he finds it interesting and that he wants to see your face

●     "I can't be deprived of touching you and seeing you! It's too much."

●     Doesn't answer texts ever so you mostly communicate through phone/video calls and snaps/memes

●     When he comes back from tour you wait for him at the airport

●     His face lights up when he sees you and he smiles so wide π-π

●     No matter how exhausted he is he runs to you like a lighting bolt

●     Hugs you tightly and twirls you around while the other members watch fondly

●     One of the few times he'll agree to so much PDA

●     Usually he doesn't really like being too touchy in public

●     But he always holds your hand just to make sure you're next to him, safe and sound uwu

●     Brings you so much souvenirs from his trip abroad to make you feel like you were there with him

●     Snow globes, magnets, clothes, key chains, plushies…

●     All of it to remind you he thought about you every single day he was away

●     When you're together you're so domestic

●     If it's making food together, Jungkook teaching you BTS' newest choreo, working out, or even cleaning the house together

●     Nothing's boring with Jungkook

●     He's a whole different person when you're alone

●     Calls you sweet nicknames like "baby", "babe", "jagi", "princess" and "angel"

●     He's singing all day so it feels like your constantly stuck in "The Greatest Showman"

●     But you can't really complain cause Gukkie's sweet honey voice is your favourite thing to hear

●     Sometimes he'll talk to you in songs only to piss you off

●     But most of the time he'll sing to you when you can't sleep or when you feel sad or sick

●     He'll comb his hands through your hair gently while he sings to you softly *heart-attack*

●     Picks you up all the time

●     It might be because he loves to prove that he's strong enough to protect you and cherish you

●     But also because he loves hearing your shrieks of surprise and soft laughter

●     Piggybacks on the street, carrying you bridal style around the house, lifting you up like a baby in his arms when you playfully fight and twirling you around

●     Just all the time really

●     "Okay, okay, I'm sorry~~ Please let me down"

●     Because you live together when he's in Korea you're always stealing his clothes

●     He pretends to not like it and demands you to give it back to him

●     But if you're ever cold or in the need of some clothing he'll be the first to throw you his wardrobe

●     His slightly possessive nature feeds off seeing you all small and soft in his clothes

●     It probably turns him on tbh

●     Because of this he has a big thing for couple items as well

●     Whether it's outfits, phone cases, lockscreens, accessories, and eventually jewelry (like promise rings uwu)

●     Brags about you to the members 24/7

●     "Look at this picture I took of Y/N when she wasn't looking! Isn't she the prettiest?"

●     "Hyung, did you hear that Y/N was voted for best student in her class? Wah, I was really so impressed! She's a genius."

●     The members high-key tease him for it and say it's annoying

●     But they secretly think it's adorable how happy you make him and adore you so much for it fr

●     You getting along with the rest of the members so well makes Jungkook really happy

●     Even though he might get too protective sometimes

●     Gets jealous often and is horrible at hiding it despite not saying it directly smh

●     Watches from afar when you laugh at something Taehyung says, pinching his cheek lightly

●     His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tonguing his cheek like he always does when he's jealous

●     Eventually he has enough and comes over to you

●     Pecks your cheek or pulls you to sit in his lap and tells everyone about the date you have planned for tomorrow

●     "So, me and Y/N are planning to go to a picnic tomorrow at Han river…"

●     And you're trying so hard not to smile cause he's just being so obvious and you find it cute

●     A few time his jealousy leads to fights tho

●     Fighting with Jungkook in general is a rare occurrence

●     But when you do fight it can get pretty bad

●     Rather than shouting or losing his temper, Jungkook tends to shut himself off when the fight is serious

●     He stays quiet and talks only when it's necessary

●     "Whatever" "Do what you want"

●     It's mostly because he's afraid to say something he'll regret later

●     He'll probably leave the apartment and go to the gym/studio/dorm room to calm down and clear his head

●     Because both of you have big egos, it might take a few days to make up

●     If Jungkook's at fault, he will eventually swallow his pride and apologize to you

●     If it were the other way around tho

●     You're not going to hear a word from him until you admit you were at fault

●     No matter how much it'll hurt him to be away from you

●     Even after the fight is over it might take a little time for things to go back to how they were

●     Because Jungkook's pride and insecurities might get in the way of him approaching you

●     But with enough patience you'll be back to being the inseparable couple you were before

●     In case you think I forgot

●     Skinship is a must in your relationship

●     Jungkook loves to cuddle with you

●     He's always the big spoon, with his hands underneath your (his) shirt, just gently caressing the skin of your stomach and hips

●     Or with you laying on top of his chest, legs tangled together

●     A lot of times cuddling leads to heated make out sessions and even more

●     When he's troubled or exhausted he likes to nuzzle his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck and just breathe you in

●     Tight hugs when you see each other after a while with his hands pressing your face to his chest protectively

●     Back hugs are a must obviously

●     Creeps up behind you when you're working and scares the frick out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist

●     Loves forehead kisses because it's another opportunity to boast about how tall he is smh

●     Also cheek kisses, nose kisses, ear kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses and lip kisses ofc lol

●     Kisses you out of the blue and then pretends like nothing happened

●     "Sorry, I couldn't help it"

●     Lots of sweet, soft, loving kisses uwu

●     Has a thing for nibbling/biting you (mostly your earlobe/bottom lip/fingers)

●     Loves giving hickeys oml

●     It fits his possessive nature perfectly

●     The more people know you belong to him, the better

●     Loves when you sit in his lap skdjd

●     He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you closer so he can place his chin on your shoulder, occasionally leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders

●     Also into cuter things like poking your cheeks when you do something cute, ruffling your hair, tickling you and pinching your cheeks and bopping your nose.

●     When it comes to bed, Jungkook is definitely a dom

●     Just like he is on stage kdkck

●     Puts your pleasure before his own and makes sure you're a 10474859% with whatever he's doing beforehand

●     Sex after a fight or after he gets jealous and needs to remind himself you're only his

●     Dirty talk ahhhh

●     He can also be soft tho

●     Like when he's making love to you omg my hearteu

●     Whispering praises and sweet words in your ear

●     Staring into your eyes with his dark, intense ones

●     Moans alot and likes it when you do too

●     Occasionally he lets you have the upper hand

●     Doesn't spend too much time on aftercare because he wants to go back to holding you as quickly as possible

●     The two of you fall asleep naked with your bodies completely tangled together

●     Also likes showering with you

●     less in a sexual way and more as another opportunity to pamper you

●     Scrubs you carefully and puts shampoo for you

●     Uses soap foam to grow you a fake beard this boi srsly

●     Basically he loves you like no one else and you're destined to be

●     The best boi there is <3

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 27 October 1835

7 ¼

12 10

very rainy night - fine morning and F47 ¼°  at 8 ¼ at which hour breakfast till 9 ¼ - A- said she was very sorry so all is right again. Off at 9 20 with A- to walk with her to Cliff Hill and there at 10 from 10 20 to 1 20 A- and I stood by while William Keighley topped all the poplars against the stables except 2 that are to come down - the topping a great improvement - saw Mrs AW- for a minute at the door - left A- to ride home (George had been come above an hour) after sitting a little with her aunt, and I set off home at 1 20 - went along the new road down to Wellroyde to look at the Spiggs loose goit - a current of water 9in. deep (as said Joseph Mann who measured it this evening and told me) coming out at the mouth of it - then walked along the fields by the brook side - a strong current from a drain a little below the ending and another from a drain into the engine pit into the brook - Joseph Mann says they have let the whole brook into the old works at Salterley mill - returned by Redbeck houses and Godley and my new approach road and home at 3

 SH:7/ML/E/18/0120

 Mr Harper had been waiting for me ever since 11 am - went back with him to the Lodge - determined to have the tower on the low side as originally planned - Booth not ready for setting out - Mr Harper annoyed and I both annoyed and disappointed - stood by while Mr H- remonstrated with B- told me if B- did not get on as he ought to do (in a fortnight might make all safe against winter so as to defy the damage to the footings) he (Mr H-) would set Brian Helm at work - Mr H- had brought plans of Shibden as at present and as he proposed it should be with a pretty prospective drawing of the south front - the kitchen part very good - the gallery brought projecting very forwards and my tower put behind it - to this I objected - went out and looked over the ground for stables etc supposing them not to infringe upon Mr Gray’s point of view to the north - up the valley - the plans to be left with me for consideration and then Mr H- to arrange them and make drawings accordingly - the kitchen part might be done and leave the old stabling standing for the present - this might cost from £1200 to £1400 - could not say without calculation the common rough reckoning for common building 2 stories high £50 a square suppose in this instance for additional ornament and the 3rd story over the kitchen (in a tower kitchen 2 stories high) £60 a square - say the bill of building will be 40ft x 40ft = 1600ft or sixteen squares at £60 = £960 - Nelson will have about £200 to receive now i.e. 2/3 of the value of the work done - Adney bridge measured off - I shall have the account tomorrow - Mr H- will set out the Lodge early and be off to York at noon tomorrow at 12 - with Mr Harper from 3 to 5 then with Robert Mann and his 3 men at the cascade bridge walk till dark 5 ¾ - A- had been at Throp’s Halifax to buy laurels and evergreens and got back at 5 ½ -  Robert M- and his men and Mark Hepworth had got on nicely with walling up and sodding the hillock over the lower pool - Mawson’s 2 men at the new farmyard and Frank getting them stone - Booth and 4 masons dressing buttress stone and flags for George’s aliis the saddle room - dressed - dinner at 6 ¼ - 35 minutes with my father and Marian - coffee - sat talking to A- till 9 55 then ½ hour with my aunt - poorly - saw her leg dressed - the sores (one large and one small on one leg and one on the other) look unpromising - spreading certainly - My letter to M- written yesterday forgotten to be send tonight wrote all the above of today till 11 pm at which hour F51° - A- and I all right she made extracts for me from my letter to π- - fine day - in bed  20 minutes before A-.

[awhilesince]

Monday, 13 September 1824

7 50/60

1 35/60

Breakfast at 9 – Mrs Mackenzie came and sat with me 1/2 hour she is in doubt whether to stay here or not seemed to ask my advice and be inclined to stay if her father is pretty well I would not speak decidedly but was evidently in favour of her staying she has had much unhappiness married against her choice from convenience a man thirty years older than herself who made her unhappy tho she always tried to do her duty her daughter cleverer than she is and rather the upper hand it seems Mrs Mackenzies being so communicative struck me – Mrs Mackenzie gave me a ticket given to her by Mr Brande that will always admit me to the Jardin des Plantes – Miss Mackenzie, too, came in and sat with me a few minutes – 

on this account, it was 12 before I had read over my 3 letters finished last night, and had no time to make any extract from them – they must be in the general post office Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau before 2, or could not be taken in today, and then there being no English post tomorrow, must have waited till Wednesday my letter to my aunt (begun on Wednesday, 3 pages, the ends, and under the turn-down) giving an account of my journey, my being very comfortable here, of Madame de B–‘s (Boyve’s) being handsome – of our sitting in the Tuileries gardens, and of the Champs Elysées, and of the fête at St. Germain gave an account of the shawls worn and their prices – excerpt this – 

My letter to M– (Mariana) on the same subjects only giving a more regular account, rather journalwise, and adding short answers to M–‘s (Mariana’s) last letter – Merely said on the subject of Mrs Henry Stephen B–‘s (Belcombe’s) management of the going-to-York business, I did not understand it, but she and Steph had my best wishes – Entreated M– (Mariana) not to pother herself about Petergate money matters – Mrs B– (Belcombe) knew what she was, and would take care of the girls – I did not think Dr. B–‘s (Belcombe’s) practice could now be sold for much – he was not likely to be well enough to introduce anyone – but Steph’s name and kinship would serve him – affectionate to π (Mariana) kind about Miss Pattison but much more the former to Miss Maclean very much so to her tho anybody might see it perhaps she herself may muse over a line or two in the first page – Told both my aunt and M– (Mariana) and Miss Maclean of my having Madame Galvani, that she alone was worth coming to Paris for; and all my time – would be taken up in endeavoring to gain the French language – 

my letter to Miss Maclean begun at Shibden Wednesday 18 August, resumed and finished yesterday – foolscap sheet 3 pages, long ends, and under the turn-down – very small and short – Treated of my journey being comfortable here, the Tuileries Champs Elysées fête of St. Germain etc etc very briefly – all the rest bavardage amical – 

went out at 12 1/4 (took Cordingley with me) direct to the general post-office in the rue Jean Jacques Rousseau – put in my letter to my aunt (Shibden) 22 sols. and to ‘Mrs Lawton Lawton hall etc 22 sols. and to ‘Miss Maclean of Coll Tobermory North Britain (Ecosse)’ 28 sols because letters here are paid for according to their weight, and I had sealed this letter and wafered the 2 others – wafers always used here because lighter than sealing wax, and for the same reason the French choose thin writing paper – saw the man who took my letters, and those of the crowd standing round the wire grating of his bureau, weigh each letter in a pair of scales hanging close to him – 

from the Post Office walked thro’ the halle au bles, and the church of St. Eustache for Cordingley to see them – then along the rue de Grenelle direct thro’ the palais of the Louvre to the Pont des Arts – crossed the Pont neuf, and returned over the Pont royal thro’ the Tuileries gardens and got home at 2 –

the porter gave me a letter charged only 5 sols (brought by some private conveyance –sent thro’ our ambassador) from Miss Maclean (Tobermory) – Oh! that I had had it before I went out – 

on coming upstairs to Mrs Mackenzie to ask what they were going to do, found them going to the Louvre to try to see the exhibition there of the new (modern) pictures – done by living and I believe all French artists; for the King’s death was hourly expected, and all public places would be closed for 6 weeks – his majesty had taken leave of his family, and received extreme unction – the garde du corps to be changed – Monsieur the next King will go to St. Cloud, and there will be no fête there – what a stupid place, says everyone with one accord, will Paris be! Away we went to the Louvre – shut already, sans aucune exception, till further orders – Sauntered in the Tuileries gardens –

Got back at 4 – read my letter from Miss Maclean – very kind and affectionate – I know not any of her letters that has given me more pleasure – perhaps the receiving it here, might add to my delight – I shall keep and read it by way of stimulus for see the end of the crossing Breadalbane thought me ‘almost quite handsome at Esholt’ and Miss Maclean evidently likes and admires me  visited by an old admirer ‘you once said you thought I would have been happier in the married state no no you are mistaken unless with a mind and he art like your own the married state would have been misery to me  far happier as I am ‘ – see the bottom of page one – and the last end for the following  after desiring continuation of the extracts from my journal ‘you know not how I was tormented at home about you Miss Bs (Belcombe’s) manner of speaking half did this  she only poor soul jested but very little difference of manner in you would have made me dislike you at that time I believe it was mostly occasioned by a little tincture of jealousy at home’..... thought I to myself this lets me into much the Belcombes are no advantage to me I now really dislike Anne not tho on her own hearts account for she is good but for the disagreeableness of her manners I would not for worlds be thought a friend of her poor soul she too was jealous I guess the style in which she would mention me – Breadalbane by thinking me almost handsome at Esholt has perhaps got over her prejudices and and I may conciliate her perhaps entirely with a little care – she must have some idea of Miss Macls (Maclean’s) partiality for on the arrival of my letter she threw it into the room with ‘there be happy’ see the first page at the bottom of the second is the more than permission to write Sibbella  Mrs Grieves would have been most happy to see me –

Miss Maclean inclosed me a letter from her niece Miss Hobart – I should fancy her a nice good hearted fashionable girl the superior cleverness I have somehow expected would not strike one from her letter she is in first rate nobility society evidently – I am to burn the letter at the end of the envelope is the following ‘I certainly do spend a good deal on dress but if I had all to buy I think I could manage very well surely a single woman can live very comfortably on nine hundred a year which I under stand I have at my disposal uncle Sullivan told me before I went to Paris as worth eighteen thousand pounds and rather more’ – 

At the 4th page of Miss Hobart’s letter (dated ‘13th’ August) 

‘Now as to your dear picture, your friend whose name I forgot is perfectly welcome to it now, I will with pleasure lend it for a short time, but you may tell her she is much more welcome now than at the horrible time you mention, for if I survive you, I shall not then spare it.’ – 

Reading and musing over my letter till near 5, then came the Irish girl and another young person from Madame Romatier to try on my new gown – not only my stays, but my petticoats ill made (true enough) – French stays would cost 30 francs and upwards – such calico as my petticoats are made of, so strong and good, not to be got in Paris – the best I could get would be thinner and finer 5 francs an aune an aune wide tho’ this of mine was 1/3 in England this and 1/2 wide – it would take 3 or 4 aunes for a petticoat; and the making (at Madame R–‘s (Romatier’s)) would be 5 francs – 

Dinner at 6 – A Mr Moore who would speak nothing but desperately bad French all the while made his debut at table – to stay for how long, I know not – does not dance now in England – does not like the present style of dancing in England except at Almacks – rather a would-be-prig – nothing great, methinks, ab origine and at home – Madame de B– (Boyve) would teach me Ecarté, and after a game or 2, set me down to play with Mr Moore (not for money) and I played with him (the better of the 2 I think) for surely about an hour – 

In the evening had Monsieur Bellevue; a Swiss count, a handsome young man; Monsieur Denappe, and Monsieur St. Auban – after playing at finding out words and talking to 1 or other (have not sat next Madame de B– (Boyve) these 3 or 4 nights) 

came up to bed (leaving the party) at 11 35/60 making memoranda of my accounts – read and mused over Miss Maclean’s letter – all much kept me up so late – Very fine day – the sun out – very warm – Fahrenheit 69° at 12 3/4 – [E two dots O two dots, marking discharge from venereal complaint] –

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/8/0042, SH:7/ML/E/8/0043

[thewalkingfanfictions]

Impromptu Cuddles (part two)

"Imagine having to share a bed with Spencer during a case, only to wake up wrapped in his arms."

~IMPROMPTU CUDDLES~

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Description: During a case, Spencer and the reader are forced to share a room with only one bed. Cute fluffy shit happens.

Warning: Mentions of a really bloody case, probably some cuss words. Unless repressed romantic feelings are a problem for you, then nothing else, I don't think.

Genre: fluffy fluff with a tiny bit of angst if you squint your eyes and tilt your head exactly fourteen degrees to the left.

Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) x non gender specific Reader

A/N: part two, most of its in Spencer's POV. Also, just saying, this was written, like, two years ago, and I was too lazy to edit it as harshly as it should have been, so that's why there's some bits that don't make a lot of sense. This definitely isn't an excuse for my shitty writing, or anything. And that's still not my picture, credit to whoever made it.

Words without A/N: 2300 

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Stumbling over to it, I plopped down my go-bag and slumped down onto it. Even if it was a bit uncomfortable, it was still the first actually bed I'd been in in nearly two days, and it felt fantastic.

I heard Spencer close the door and move around towards the couch, he to plopping his things onto the ground before falling back into an extremely creaky love seat-style couch.

Sighing, he muttered a soft, "Good night, (name)."

Now I felt bad, that couch was entirely to small for the lanky doctor, and from the sound of it, incredibly uncomfortable. I couldn't make him stay there.

"Spencer," I sighed, "you can take the bed, I'll sleep there. Its way to small for you."

"No, its, its alright, (name), I'll sleep here, its f-fine," he sounded kind of nervous about something.

"No, seriously, Spence, get over here, I'm not making you sleep on that thing."

I got up and walked towards him, he had managed to curl up into an unbelievably strained ball to get all of him onto the little couch.

"I don't need the bed. Take it."

I pulled his things over to the bed in place of mine, and headed back over to him. I shook him slightly and crouched down in front of his face.

"I'm alright, really, I insist you take the bed, I'm fine where I am," goddammit, Spencer.

I pulled at one of his arms, attempting to get him up.

"C'mon Spence," I started, being quickly interrupted by an increasingly nervous-looking, shaggy haired, boy-wonder.

"I... I'm not m-making you sleep on here. Maybe..."

He let his words trail off and I just sat down beside him in defeat.

"What? Maybe what?" I pressured.

"W-well.. May-maybe we should just, uh, you know, share...? O-o-of course only if you wanted too, that is. Did, uh, did you know that sleeping in the same bed as another human can boost one's immune system, steady heart beat, help in the reduction of bad dream, and the sharing of body heat will keep approximately three times warmer which aids in deeper and more restful sleep and I'm rambling I'm sorry I'll shut up now..." Oh this boy is adorable.

"Spencer, one, I find your rambling adorkable. Two, if you're comfortable with that then sure?" He had some good points, I knew we both got nightmares, and the less there were of them the better. I had some severe insomnia and sleeping near someone might help with that as well, not to mention I was already almost shivering it was so cold, and I didn't see any heating system on the way in.

At my comment about his adorableness he flushed slightly and mumbled some form of 'no I'm not' before I got back up and made sure that Spencer was following me, and not just trying to get me to let him stay on the couch. I chose the side of the bed closest to the wall, and went into the tiny bathroom to get into my night wear. Some teal shorts and a Black Baths T-shirt that was a good five sizes to big on me. The bottom reached all the way down to just above my knees and the supposed-to-be short sleeves reached past my elbows and halfway down my forearm. When I came back, Spencer had already gotten into some pinstripe sweats and a baggy T with 'I ❤ π' written across the front. I giggled a bit at that. I don't giggle. I really need some sleep.

I crawled across the creaky bed and onto the other side to lay down, curling my body into a ball and turning away from Spencer. Saying a quick goodnight I fell asleep almost immediately. Feeling Spencer lay down beside me and the vibrations of his chest against the bed were the last things my mind registered before I was out like a light.

**Spencer**

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable on the ride to the Inn we'd be staying at. I was trying not to squish either of the people on either side of me, Emily was already being crushed by Morgan and (name) just looked so much more small and fragile when they were tired like they were.

When they joined the team—closing on a year ago now—I had naturally thought them beautiful and charismatic, but now that I've gotten to know them better, well, they're one of the best people I've ever known.

They're so kind and never once have they told me to shut up like the others would when I would start my rambling. On several occasions, I actually saw them look hurt when the others would do it, like they actually liked listening to me.

On occasion, just like right now actually, I would catch myself watching them. Watching the way they would move and how they would get kind of flustered every time the car rocked enough to push them into the door, or harder into my side. They were beautiful and so innocent looking and kind and brilliant and oh god I think I've fallen in love with the kid. They were never one for talking much, which could be a bit difficult whenever anyone tried to make small talk with them, but it was just one of their quirks, and it meant that they were a really good listener, which everyone needed every now and again.

As we pulled up to the motel I felt them tense against my side, taking in the view of the parking lot. I didn't bother even looking up at the scene of the lot, I had read up and seen it all already when I had looked up the places information. As Derek stepped out not-so-gracefully and spoke his words, he threw a light, almost undetectable wink my way, and a nod at the person who already looked like they had fallen asleep beside me, leaned into my shoulder. He knew of my infatuation with them, and it irritated me to no end. Actually, everyone seemed to know except (name) themselves.

I wasn't sure if I wanted them to know, actually, I wasn't sure what I would do if they did find out—despite the teems beliefs—I didn't know everything. But, statistically speaking, there was very little chance that they would have feelings for me, not in the ways that I had for them at least. Most people; similarly to animals, were genetically made to seek out a mate who could clearly protect them and their offspring. Someone stronger and obviously more masculine and dominant.

If anything, most would be more attracted to someone along the lines of Derek or Aaron. Not some scrawny kid like me.

As Morgan returned to tell us that there was some issue with the rooms and everyone started filing out to figure out the issue, I gently slid out from under (name)'s head and carefully leaned their head back against the seat. I got out and was in the process of closing the door and following when I noticed them shiver ever so slightly. I quickly pulled off my jacket and playced it over their little body, before turning to follow the team, coming face to face with a smiling agent Morgan.

"You're so into them, pretty-boy, why don't you just marry the kid already?" He said in a loud whisper. Chuckling quietly when I flushed and looked away from him, walking towards the Motel.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I fibbed as I walked past him.

"I see the way you look at them, you aren't fooling anybody," he pushed off the car and followed after me. "Except maybe them."

"Pfft," I scoff, "you don't know what you're talking about," I mumble, still flushed.

I picked up my pace as I head into the run-down lobby area. The curtains and seat cushions all moth eaten and there was a thick layer of dust over everything in vicinity of my sight. There is the distinct smell of cigarettes and moth balls in the air. Not a good combination.

Picking my way over to the group, I start to listen in on there conversation with the kid behind the counter. 

"What do you mean there's been a change in vacancy? We called you like twenty minutes ago!'' Spoke a very dead-looking JJ, Morgan naturally decided to jump into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, sir, but how exactly could the rooms just be fu-," I didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest of his verbal abuse on the poor kid. I’m sure (name) would be getting cold by now, the temperature had dropped substantially in the last few minutes and only the minutest of protection against the cold would be provided by my overcoat.

I stepped into the cold air of the night and made quick steps towards the car, wrapping my arms around myself to fend off the shivers.

The thought of getting to be alone with them —even if it was just for the few minutes that it would take to wake them and walk back—put me in an oddly lighter mood. Like some of the exhaustion that still raked my body had been lifted off of me. I picked up my pace, anticipation of being near them raced through my chest, and to be honest, it scared me. I didn't know why I was so infatuated with the (eye color)-eyed person, and the simplicity of my not knowing terrified me to no extent. Yet it was an oddly titillating sensation too. Like I was an ice cube being dunked into hot coffee.

As I reached the vehicle that we arrived in, I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. I quietly opened the door, being sure not to awaken them before absolutely necessary. I knew, even if they wouldn't admit it, they would come a close second on the lack of sleep front. Of course, Hotch would clearly take first, but they couldn't have slept more than twenty minutes in the last seventy-two hours. As I slowly opened the door, I couldn't help but admire their peaceful expression. They looked so calm, for once, I almost didn't want to have to wake them. For the first time in several days, they didn't look stressed to hell and back. I sat and let my eyes rake over their beautiful face for a moment, only looking away when I realized how creepy that could come off as.

Staring down at my hands for a moment, I sighed heavily. They would never see me the way I saw them, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I can't love them. Seeing them in my jacket didn't help that aspect, however.

I crawled hastily into the back of the vehicle, softly closing the door as not to wake them.

Leaning over them, I felt that same burning ache to reach down and kiss their sweet lips. To hold them in my arms and never let them go. I reached down, dragging my fingertips over their cheek and forced myself not to grip the back of their neck and pull them closer to me.

Dear god, I'm being creepy.

Whimpering in defeat, I quickly moved my hands down to their shoulders to shake them gently into consciousness. After a solid couple of shakes, they finally groaned and flickered open their eyes, looking up at me with groggy, sleep-filled, eyes.

"Hey, (name), come on, you can sleep once we get into the room," I whispered to them, refraining from running my fingers over their cheek again.

Slowly, they sat up, shooting me a thankful smile before slowly starting to crawl out of the seat behind me. As we stepped out into the cold, I watched them pull the jacket closer around their small frame, clinging to the jacket as the cold wind hit their sleep-sensitive skin. Again I fought the urge to reach out and touch them.

I shivered slightly and re-wrapped my arms around myself, watching (name) as they tried to hand the jacket to me, likely realizing it was mine. I softly declined, taking it from their fingers and gently laying it over their shoulders, I couldn't help but run my fingers down their arms as I pulled away.

I admired them as we walked, their eyes were heavy with sleep, and their head hung low with stress. I watched the way their hair blew into their face from the too-bitter wind, and it took all of my self control not to reach over and brush the lock of (your hair color) back behind their ear. Almost reaching out, I quickly looked for something else to distract me. Glancing around us, an idea popped into my head.

Statistics.

I rambled aimlessly as we walked; everything from the importance of a good nights sleep to the statistical amount of crimes that occurred in hotels of the nature of the one we'd be staying in. Admiring the way they nodded along and hummed every so often – it was almost as though they enjoyed my pointless rambling. That thought made my insides fill with some fluffy, warm, great feeling that made me all warm inside. Ung, wow that sounded like some cliche love story monologue.

I went quiet as we moved through the doors and into the office (which, to be honest, wasn't a whole lot warmer than the outside) and listened in to the conversation raging on a little farther in.

"And you're sure there's no other rooms? Or at least some with double beds?" Came the sound of Morgans deep voice.