#minus one wish but I'm sure is coming next week

[ririchonne]

We are so spoiled! Richonne fandom, the blessed fandom😌

[mywritersmind]

TELL ME IF YOU HATE ME - KA12

summary : kimi has a crush and a shit way of dealing with it, you think he hates you.

listen up : not proof read lolz! requests are open!!

word count : 1683

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The cars zoom past me as I press my finger down and a series of clicks sounds from my camera. I smile, holding my camera up and making sure I got the shot I wanted.

I did.

I see a flash of red by the garage which makes me breathe out, Ollie just crashed and I know it freaked him out. I put my eye to my camera again, zooming in so I can see if he’s okay.

He is.

I snap some far photos of the garages, passing Ferrari, then McLaren, and right as I'm about to skip over Mercedes, something catches my eye.

Lewis isn’t the one who gets out of his car, but a smaller boy with a mess of brown curls. He claps one of the pit crew members on the back and smiles. As he turns to face the track, I get a full view of his face.

Kimi Antonelli.

I had forgotten about the boy who’s driving with Mercedes next year. Ollie was talking my ear off about it last week but still… I guess I was so focused on shooting the cars that I didn’t realize who was in it.

I snap a photo of him, the light hitting his face perfectly as he takes a deep breath.

I’ve never met him, but I was forced to follow Prema by Ollie so I know he fits into Ollie’s odd life perfectly.

I walk back into the ferrari garage, smiling at my boss who takes my camera from me. I’m doing an internship, specifically with Ferrari's media team. Once they found out I like photography, they let me have a camera and media access.

I smile at Ollie who shoots me a thumbs up, letting me know he’s okay. I end up eating alone while scrolling on my phone, some people walk past but because free practice 2 is happened, most people are watching.

I take a bite of my salad and scroll once more. I get a weird feeling after my third bite, and when I look up, it’s the last thing I expect.

Kimis there.

He’s still in his race suit, his hair messy and a water bottle in his hand. His eyes get big when I turn to him. I’m about to raise my hand to wave but he spins around and bolts in the other direction.

I laugh out loud but when I look around, no one’s there to have seen it.

That was… weird.

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“Hey, Y/n!” Ollie yells to me across the paddock, he’s standing with Kimi and Jack Doohan. I smile and wave, saying goodbye to who I was speaking with, and flipping my hair over my shoulder before making my way over to them.

“Hey! Happy Quali day!” I smile at them, especially Jack because I haven’t seen him all weekend.

“What are you up to today?” The australian asks me, his hands in his pockets.

“Taking pictures mostly, trying to get a bad one of Charles, and watching Quali. How about you guys?” I turn pointedly towards Ollie and Kimi but the Italian has his eyes pointed elsewhere and his mouth shut.

“Kimi and I.” Ollie grips Kimis shoulder and practically forces him to look at me, he smiles softly but looks back at Ollie as he talks, “are doing the same! Minus the photos and stuff. Wanna grab lunch with us later?”

I nod, pulling out my phone as I get a call, “Shit, i’m so late! See you guys later!”

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Quali is fun and the Mexican fans are absolutely exhilarating. After getting caught up with photos, I finally met Ollie and Kimi in the Ferrari hospitality.

Except there’s no Kimi.

I raise a brow as we sit down, “Does Kimi not like me?”

Ollie moves his food around, “Uh… I don’t think so. Why?”

I shrug, “I just get the feeling he doesn’t really enjoy my company. Which hasn’t been much around him.”

Ollie frowns, “No! He just had to shoot something for Mercedes. He wanted to come.”

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You know those times where you wish you could go back in time just five seconds? That’s how I feel right now.

“No!” I yell as Kimi turns the corner with four coffees in his hands and runs directly into me. “Fuck!” I back away from him, shaking off my hands instantly.

“Ah!” He does the same, looking up at me slowly, “I am so sorry…” This is the first time he speaks to me? Seriously!?

I take a breath, trying to gain control of my mind that’s screaming. I peel off my sweater, luckily my shirt underneath is untouched.

“I- Shit.” I groan and wipe my arms off with my sweater, “What are you, an errand boy!? I thought I was the one with an internship.” He laughs at this, then slaps his hand over his mouth.

“I’m genuinely so sorry.” He shakes his head, everything on me now smelling like coffee. I look at his shirt which is partly splashed.

“It’s not fine but It wasn’t on purpose.” I shrug, just staring down at the coffee cups.

“I’m such an idiot.” He groans, “Look, I’ll buy you a coffee to make it up to you.”

I smile slightly, crossing my arms, “Coffee in Ferrari hospitality is free. I’m assuming it’s the same for Mercedes.” He shakes his head, looking horrified.

“That shit is gross. I know a place.”

The ‘Place’ in question is in the general admission area. He pulls on my ferrari hat for extra security and grabs our coffees quickly.

“I actually can’t believe you’re wearing red.” We walk the back way, laughing. Maybe he doesn’t hate me? Or maybe he does and the coffee was all apart of some scheme.

He side eyes me, “Neither can I.” He pulls it off of his head, “Toto would kill me.”

Ollie finds us the second we step foot in the paddock, “Hey! Don’t tell me you became friends without me! Do not forget that I started this!”

“Yeah ok, Ol- I’ll give you friendship creds.” I pat his shoulder as he frowns.

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It’s dark by the time I head out of the paddock, yawning, I notice Kimi on his phone. “Hey!” I say, smiling as he looks up at me.

Except his face does that weird thing again.

His cheeks go red and he looks like he’s forcing a smile. “Hi.” He says softly.

“Good day?” He nods, looking back at his phone and clearing his throat.

“Yeah.” He keeps it quick before walking away, “Bye.”

“Bye…?” Okay. So I don’t think I'm going crazy now because that was one weird ass conversation. If you can even call it that.

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I wake up on race day and do my morning ritual, scrolling on instagram. I don’t go through all of my notifications often, but today something caught my eye.

Liked by Kimi Antonelli

The post is laughable, it’s from two years ago, Ollie and I were celebrating our birthdays since they fall on the same day.

Weird, Again.

I get ready and head out even though that stupid like is on my mind the whole time.

As if the universe is sending a message, I walk into the paddock at the same time as Kimi. He’s talking to his team member in fast italian and I ignore the fact that it’s 100% hot and focus on the fact that he 100% ignored me!

I call Ollie immediately, “Your friend hates me.”

I hear him laugh on the other side of the phone, “Kimi?”

“See! You already know who I'm talking about!” I groan as I enter Ferrari hospitality.

“Y/n. I think you just make him nervous.”

I stop dead in my tracks, “What?”

“Look, I absolutely love you. But you have a total resting bitch face!” I scoff at him even though I know it’s true, “He sees you taking photos a lot and even though I try to get him to talk to you, he’s like scared or some shit. I think he thinks you’re pretty too.”

I hang up.

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I watch from the garage, spirits are high but I find myself distracted as Kimis face comes up on the screen.

Why is he so cute?

I bite my lip and think. I want him to like me. I want him to be friends with me like how he is with Ollie! So why can’t he see that? I mean, there’s a possibility he just doesn’t like me.

In that case, that’s fine! I just want to know.

My thoughts are how I find myself cornering him with my arms crossed and my actual bitch face on.

“Um… yes?” He looks scared.

“Do you not like me, or something?” He frowns, “I mean- If you don’t, that’s fine! But I don’t fuck with people who aren’t honest. Because I know i’m not completely likable to everyone and genuinely I don’t care if you don’t like me but I sorta hope you do because Ollie is my friend and Ollie is your friend and he wants us to be friends!” I take a breath.

Kimi just blinks, “I do like you.”

I roll my eyes.

“I just… felt embarrassed.” I raise a brow. Embarrassed? “I dumped coffee on you! And then I liked that post which had Ollie telling me to stop screaming into my pillow.” I laugh at that. “I just… I'm not good with pretty girls.”

That has me frozen.

“And you’re like scary pretty.”

I laugh, smiling, “You’re totally boosting my ego right now.” He just called me pretty.

He rolls his eyes, standing up straighter, “I’m sorry for being awkward.”

I sigh dramatically, “It’s fine.” I flip my hair over my shoulder, smirking, “My good looks just stuns people sometimes-”

He pushes my shoulder, “Oh fuck off!” I laugh with him, his cheeks red again, “Can I make it up to you?”

I bite my lip, hiding my smile, “Pick me up at 8.”

[the-lying-heavens]

"Pick One Moment"

[Spencer Reid x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: A rough case in Dayton, Ohio brings unexpected emotions to the surface for you, forcing you to confront feelings you'd been hiding for years—feelings for Spencer Reid.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, moment of awkwardness

Word Count: 2.0k words

A/N: just based on the lyric 'And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you...I love you' from the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra because it's been stuck in my head. I've been planning to write Spence for a while but I've been intimidated.

Staying professional in Dayton, Ohio proved to be a challenge.

It had been a rough case, but what case wasn't, right? Just have to wrap this one up and you can go back to your house and dog.

Okay, fine, this wasn't like most cases at all, not to you anyway. This one had hit particularly close to home. And you didn't like that one bit.

This made you more short-tempered than usual, even snapping at a witness. After a lengthy lecture from Hotch, I mean from the look on his face you would think you had insulted him, he had 'benched' you by having you go through old files that might be related to the UnSub.

Hey, at least you got to do it with Spencer.

After working with him for so many years, you grew quite fond of him. Too fond maybe.

You stared at him going through files with a speed that should not have been human. 20,000 words at a minute, and you thought you were a fast reader.

"Got anything yet, Boy Genius?" you asked, flipping the page of your own file.

He looked up at you. God those eyes...

"No. This one isn't even related to it." he dropped the file on the table.

"Didn't you read the entire thing?"

"Yes," he replied, "It was interesting."

"You find everything interesting."

"Not true," he protested.

You rubbed your eyes, sighing. "Sure, Spence."

He tilted his head at you, a look of concern on his face. Adorable.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You considered lying, you had been doing that the entire time you had arrived in Dayton after all, but decided against it. "Not really."

"Is it about your family? I thought this case might bring up some bad memories."

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he had gotten it. "Yeah, something like that."

"Can I help?"

"Can you make memories go poof?"

He actually seemed to ponder it. "No. I'm not sure why you would want to."

"You never wish that you could just forget the bad stuff?" You knew what he had been through, you had seen quite a bit of it.

His brows furrowed. "I don't like the idea of forgetting anything. I mean, Mom forgets enough so I remember for her too."

You realized your mistake and winced. "Spence... God, sorry."

"It's okay," he reassured you. "You're remembering a dark time in your life, it can be overwhelming. Also explains you snapping at the witness, with your nerves on edge."

"Yeah?" You grinned. "It was going to be Morgan but the asshole left before I could. So collateral damage."

He laughed. "He's outside if you want to insult him now. I don't want to be collateral damage too."

"You? Never."

"Never?"

"Never," you repeated.

Oh, how you loved his lopsided grins. "Thank you."

"Always." If you could pick one moment to live in forever, it probably would've been that one.

Minus JJ coming through the door right then. "We got something."

You wanted to throw a file at her. Instead, you get up with a heavy sigh. The sooner you get this done the better, you had to remember that.

~~~

The BAU was heading back to Washington tomorrow, so you could leave this far far behind. Finally. This case taking up two weeks of your life was enough.

You sat at a cafe next to the hotel where you were staying. It was a cozy little place with a mostly brown interior and warm lighting. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air.

You sipped your drink, feeling the cup's warmth in your hands. You had been coming here for the past few days and you had to admit, you would miss this place.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked someone you recognized, glancing around the room before spotting you. With a smile, Spencer made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

You smiled back, gesturing to the seat. "Not at all."

He sat down and looked around. "So this is where you disappear to?"

You hummed in confirmation. "it's a nice place to think."

He stared at you for a while before nodding thoughtfully.

"What?" you sipped your coffee.

"Just... Are you feeling better?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, UnSubs behind bars. What more could I want?"

"Closure," he replied quietly.

You pressed your lips together tightly. "It's fine Spence. I'm alright with it."

"I don't think you are."

"Spencer," you said, a hint of warning in your voice, "You want to help, I get it. But not with this. Okay?"

It was an unspoken thing, the way Spencer always seemed to know when you needed space and when you needed someone to push just a little. He respected your boundaries, but there were moments—like this one—when his concern slipped through the cracks.

He sat across from you in that quiet cafe, watching you. You couldn’t tell if he was waiting for you to speak or if he was just giving you the time to process, as he always did.

It had been a rough case, yes, but that wasn’t why you were still here, staring into your coffee like it held all the answers.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his. He was still staring at you, quietly, as if he could see past your walls.

"Spence," you said, your voice quieter than you intended, "I’m fine. Really."

He didn’t respond immediately. His hand rested on the edge of the table, and you could see him fiddling with his fingers. That subtle nervousness he only ever seemed to show when he wasn’t sure what to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

"I don't believe you," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “I’ve seen you too many times to believe that everything’s okay, especially when it’s not. You’ve been holding it in, and I know that—"

"Spencer—" you started, but you were too late. He was already talking over you, his voice getting faster.

"Please. I just want to make sure you're alright, okay?" He sighed, his eyes briefly darting away before looking back at you. “I just... I care about you."

Everything felt very... loud. Too loud.

He looked at you expectantly, almost uncertain. Maybe, just maybe, he was waiting for you to make the first move.

You cleared your throat. God, you really hated moments like this, when everything inside you seemed to tremble at the prospect of just being honest.

His hand shifted on the table, and before you could stop it, you had reached out to touch his fingers. It was the smallest of gestures—barely noticeable—but it was enough.

For a long moment, you simply looked at each other, the conversation hanging in the air. There was so much unspoken between you, so much left unsaid. Maybe that was the problem.

Before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out of you, quicker than you could catch them. "I love you."

Spencer's face went completely still, his eyes wide as he processed your confession.

You had not meant to say that. You didn’t. It was an accident. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to put that kind of pressure on this, on him, on whatever this was.

But the words had slipped out anyway. You stared at him, feeling the heat rise in your face, hoping the ground would swallow you up.

"Sorry-God, I'm sorry," you quickly got up and rushed out of the cafe.

He just sits there. Frozen.

If you could pick one moment to rewind, it would be this one.

Oh, you fucked up big time.

~~~

You had never been more ready to get home, but unfortunately, there was an hour and thirty minutes on the private plane. With him.

Usually, you would spend an entire flight, after a case well done, talking to Spence. But after yesterday? But not this time. Maybe not ever.

You could feel Spencer’s presence beside you, but he was quiet. So quiet. Not the usual playful banter, no sudden bursts of random trivia or observations. It was almost like he was giving you space... or maybe he was just too uncomfortable to say anything.

Your eyes flickered to him once, twice, each time hoping for some indication of what he was thinking. He was staring out the window, a far-off look in his eyes, his fingers curled loosely around a book in his lap. For a moment, you almost felt the pull to apologize again, but the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel obligated to comfort you. You had put your foot in it already. Now, it was time to ride this out and pray it didn't become permanently awkward.

But Spencer, as always, was unpredictable.

"You don’t have to apologize," he said, his voice quiet, but it still carried across the cabin, cutting through the engine's hum.

You stiffened, eyes fixed on your lap. Had you been that obvious?

"I wasn’t going to," you said, a little too defensively.

He didn’t respond right away. You could feel him looking at you, the weight of his gaze making you want to curl into yourself.

“You know I care about you, right?” He said it so gently, like he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You felt your chest tighten. Care about you. Those words. He was still speaking, still looking at you, but it was hard to focus on his words because everything was spinning around that one sentence.

"I do," you replied. You had to stop yourself from saying more—there was more you wanted to say, needed to say—but you couldn’t. Not yet. Not until you figured out where your head was at, where you both were at.

Spencer shifted in his seat. He didn’t look hurt, but there was something in the way he held himself. Maybe he was just holding back, afraid to push too hard, afraid of what that push might break.

You finally took a breath and turned to face him. He was still watching you, his expression a mix of concern and... something else. It was the something else that had you questioning everything.

"You don’t have to say anything," you added quickly, "I just...said something stupid. I didn’t mean to make things weird."

Spencer didn’t break his gaze, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Not his usual goofy grin, but something softer. More real. Something... intimate.

"It’s not weird," he said, his voice still quiet, "You’re not the only one who gets nervous around here, you know."

You blinked at him, genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"

His smile flickered, a small laugh escaping him before he adjusted his posture and leaned back in his seat. He seemed less tense, more at ease, "I’m just saying... I’ve had my own share of... feelings. I just didn’t know how to... deal with them."

Your breath caught in your throat. Spencer had feelings? For you?

The question hovered between you like an unspoken truth, but it seemed too risky to ask outright. Instead, you glanced down at your hands, the heat rising in your face.

And then, finally, you said something else, the words coming out quieter than you intended: "Do you think... we can just... forget it happened?"

You almost expected him to shrug it off, to offer a playful remark about how awkward it was or how maybe you'd both laugh about it someday. But he didn’t do that.

"No," he said softly. "I think maybe... we should talk about it. When we’re ready."

Your heart fluttered. Was this... was this him telling you he was ready? That maybe he wanted to figure it out too? Or was this Spencer, as usual, just giving you a window to process everything at your own pace?

You weren’t sure. You weren’t sure of anything. But you couldn’t deny the weight of his words, the connection that had always been there and that seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together.

"I’m not great at talking about feelings," you admitted, looking over at him sheepishly.

Spencer chuckled softly, a breath of amusement. "Yeah, I’ve noticed."

You gave him a sidelong glance, your lips twitching into a reluctant grin. “Smartass.”

"Hey, you started it," he teased, finally breaking the tension just a little. "And I’ll finish it. But not right now. I think... we both need time to think."

You nodded slowly. He was right. You both needed time. The last thing either of you needed was to make rash decisions while emotions were still running high.

"You’re not mad?" You asked it before you could stop yourself, the doubt creeping in.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Spencer’s face was open and sincere.

"I don’t know. I just..." You didn’t finish your sentence. What was there to say? How could you explain the mess of emotions you were still trying to sort out?

He reached out across the seat, almost as if he was testing the waters, and placed a hand gently on yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a spark of warmth through you.

"I’m not mad," he said again, more firmly this time. "Not for that."

You were both quiet for the rest of the flight, but the silence between you felt different—more like an understanding, like a promise that when the time was right, you’d figure it out together.

It wasn't the one moment you would pick to stay in forever, but it was a moment you didn't mind being in for the rest of the flight.

[mingsolo]

hot and buttered

mingi x reader (f) / g: established relationship, smut / wc: 813 / warnings: cursing, masturbation (both), phone sex, semi public sex but not rly / r: 18+

another tipsy drabbles log :^)

Mingi couldn't believe it.

You said you will be there for the birthday party his mom had prepared for him. It was a little early from his actual birthday, sure, but it was a party for his special day anyways.

A few miles away, you hurriedly finish getting ready,  you know Mingi´s now sulky about you not being able to make it to his parents house, but this client was important and if you didn't go personally to sign things up apparently, it was a deal breaker for them.

Before leaving for the meeting you call him, trying to sound innocent and sweet but the pout on Mingi´s lips was palpable even from the other side of the phone. 

“After this I'll get a few weeks off and we can celebrate for sure! I promise, your birthday isn't coming until next week” 

“Yeah I know…¨Mingi sounded defeated on the other line. “But my mom really wanted you here, and i really miss you…¨

You recognized the tone, his already low tone went lower and he dragged his words, which honestly just made you instinctively rub your tights together. You glance at the clock, you have some time to make it up for him, only a little.

“Mingi, are you alone?” you heard Mingi groan softly, and the sound of his steps hurriedly going somewhere. 

“Mingi! Don't be late, the food is almost ready, is yn getting here soon?” 

The voice of Mingi´s mom sounded in the background, Mingi replying to her a hasty “I'm going to change mom, i'll be outside in a minute!” made you smile. You lay on the bed, waiting for him to get to whatever he wanted to go to, probably his childhood bedroom.  “I'm here, yn?” 

“I'm here too, tell me what you´ ve been thinking?” 

Mingi whispers. “You here, with me. In my bedroom. You touch me, licking me…¨he stops and groans. “I'm sorry I'm just… I need you”

“It's fine love, I'm here to help you not miss me so much, again, I'm sorry I can't be there today, but ill make it up for you meanwhile, can you lay down for me on your bed?¨ Mingi swallows and you can hear him shifting his position. “Good. now I'm thinking how much I wish to sit between your legs and take in my mouth, you must be so hard right now” Mingi moans, the sounds of his hands on his length pumping slowly are unmistakable. “Imagine how i'd look while i suck you off so good, licking my lips as i get some air, you know how much i struggle to take you whole”

“Fuck” Mingi groans, the palming noises are faster. “Yes, I love that sight, you always do so well” 

Your hands slowly go down the hem of your skirt, slowly rubbing circles over your clit until Mingi´s whimpers and moans get impossible to resist, and you whine wishing you were indeed sucking him off right now. You slide one finger and then another, as his breathing gets more agitated. 

“How many fingers?” he asks plainly, and you bite your lip. He knows you too fucking well. Knows you can't resist his voice more than he can resist yours. 

“Two” you whine, pressing another. “Imagine me licking you, suckign you, as much as i can, you will probably make me choke if im not careful, you so fucking big you know?” you breathe, trying to pace yourself to finish aligning Mingi, who´s wet stroking sounds become louder by the second. 

“When i got back home, ill fuck you so good”

You hummed in response, a moment of silence of just both your breathing and whimpering filled the line that connected you. 

“I'm not resisting anymore… please, let me…” Mingi pleaded. “Please come with me, yeah?” 

“Where do you want it?” the words easily slipping form you, imaging it was his cock and not your fingers inside you. 

“All over you, please just let me…” a loud whine stopped Mingi mid sentence, alongside a loud bang that made you pop your eyes open. 

“Mingi! The food is ready and everyone is waiting outside!¨

“Fuck… “ he whispered, both breathless and annoyed. “One minute, I'm changing!¨´

You laughed loudly. The knot on your stomach evaporated as soon as you heard Mingi´s mom's voice but it made you laugh imagining how much of a mess Mingi would be in this moment. 

“Love, are you alright?” 

“Pff fuck, i made a fucking mess……. not the lamp!” Mingi giggles. You both laughed, embarrassed and amused. “I'm sorry about that, i'll tell everyone you couldn't make it… and, make it up for you as soon as I get home”

“I'm sure you will, I miss you so much” 

“I love you yn, so fucking much” you hear kissing noises on the other side.

“Oh Mingi, I do too.” 

[schrodingersschlong]

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[mikrokoskooks]

Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3

Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)

Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t

Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.

Namjoon's POV

"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.

I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.

Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.

"Actually,  I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,

"Guys. I don't feel very well"

Oh no.

"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel

"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.

I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.

While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.

Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.

You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?

~~~

When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.

I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"

Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says

"It did taste kinda funny.."

"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"

See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.

~~~

It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.

I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?

I've jinxed it

As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.

"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"

" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out

"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.

"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.

Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"

I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.

The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"

"Okay"

~~~

As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.

When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.

We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.

Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."

"Ah yeah, I've  just got a stomach ache."

I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.

"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."

"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.

Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.

The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.

Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.

Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"

I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"

"Are you sure? You really don't look well"

I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.

As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.

Taehyung's POV

I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.

Normal POV

Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.

"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"

"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.

"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.

"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."

The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.

The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."

The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.

"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."

"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.

In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.

"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.

The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.

The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.

~~~

When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.

"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.

"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."

The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.

Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.

Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.

[turoce]

Seana's 2023 art highlights

(surprisingly, not a reupload this time!)

January: i drew nothing! we're off to a great start.

February: i drew something! i love Champ even if i haven't drawn anything tf2 related since April. i think it was this piece where i decided to give Champ RED coloring. [link]

also, this is the month i made my second Moldy plush.... i wasn't very happy with this one, though. [link]

March: uhhhh. more of my tf2 ocs but i think those aren't that interesting. just go to my tf2 oc blog @brokenbrainstormbulb if you wanna see them honestly, i have an image limit to keep ffs. that said, this was around the time i got into TC2, so i drew a lot of that kind of stuff... i'm never drawing stuff for it ever again, sorry. [link]

April: look at the cool thing i drew for a fellow tf2 robot fan! now, this is the point in time where i start drawing more because of a certain interest, so look forward to all the art that'll come up here.....

May: wow, this really was my first public piece of Papa Louie art, huh. i was so proud of it when i showed it off on tumblr the first time... i don't like it as much anymore. for one, the office wall color is wrong.... i still can't believe Papa Louie was what got me out of art block, but god, i'm glad it did. i don't think i've drawn this much before, and even though the community's tiny, i'm glad to give back as much as i can. anyways, i said something like "it's so funny that people think they're either super married or divorced as hell" on the same post. i still think that, and it's defos funny as hell, but i've grown a kind of appreciation towards the ship as well. like yeah, you go girls, we love that extra slow burn with so many road bumps on the way! [link]

June: how the hell did i pump this out. this was also like a few days before i had to leave for the airport too... i don't know myself sometimes. i swear i still love Boigashipping! i just... i'm just busy with other ships okkkk [link]

July: i didn't draw anything...? i was in Bali. and i was busy selling adopt designs to draw anything substantial, oopsie! actually, i DID draw the first part of WDB... it's uh, still the only part. i'm sorry!!!! i'm sorry!!!! i swear i have the whole thing outlined!!! can you just give me anons about the story instead so you won't have to wonder what comes next!! [link]

August: TOSI fixation. it had not gone past it's conceptual stage, i must note. i do wish i would do something about it though. [link]

September: the art trade i did with my friend! actually, i was a few weeks late with my part, so it was supposed to be finished by August. oops. i like the textures tbh. my Chuseok drawings.... i need to draw more characters in hanbok, hee hee. [link]

October: (breaths in) ...this is the month i finally gave into the JoGotcha wantings. LOOK. ever since someone put the idea into my brain i couldn't get enough of it, and like,, nobody draws the ship anymore so i had to take matters into my own hands. this is the first ship i'm this obsessed with. i usually leave ship stuff to other people but this time that wasn't enough and i... i had to do SOMETHING, y'know? [link]

Cringetober? who's that? haha;; i stopped feeling like doing the whole list after less than a week. impressive.

November: oh look, Plushy Power League. Quinn didn't win, but i do like the thing i drew as propaganda, so whateves. the first Papa Louie character i ever drew (minus Chuck and Taylor)... did i change how i draw her? uhh. maybe? i'm not too sure. [link]

also look! the keychain drawing... i need to talk about my Gods and Monsters au again at some point. actually, since i last uploaded the image of my keychain, i revised it tons... it's kinda different now, and i defos think it looks better. this is actually the time i finally fixed the stupid display setting thing that was really messing up my coloring! [link 1] [link 2]

December: ...oops! tablet broke. and i got my 3ds back so i just didn't draw that much even after exams were over. didn't stop me from drawing though, and in fact i think i made something pretty neat with my christmas art.... even if it did come one day late. [link]

wow. that's a whole year of stuff... and that's defos a lot! i think i'm really happy with what i drew this year.... i don't know what was in my water the last few years but my art highlights felt really.... miserable? for some reason. i mean, yeah, i didn't do a lot of what i had planned (GOE ANIMATIC IM SORRY) but i can see that i've done just as much with my hands anyways, so like, who cares? plus, i always have next year... that's coming in 3 hours, oh god- so, maybe i won't be too hard on myself for not fulfilling my goals... like, i kinda glossed over it, but i did sell my designs for money, and that's like, really impressive! so many people around me buy and sell their art stuff already, so i guess i didn't really register it as something to be proud of... but doing that shit (making, and marketing) is hard!! so like, it's a wow moment for me!

anyways, i'm tired, i only came back home a few hours ago, and i need to get up again for church in a few hours.... mrphgdjd. lets stop being sentimental, and i'll see you people next year. that's a long way off! hope you don't miss me.

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 25

Bryan kneef x reader

warnings: language, smut, daddy kink. a/n: once again, sorry about the delays with this fic, i'm trying guys, i really am, but i'm losing steam. not much is left, we're almost wrapped, so at least there's that. and i've got an outline for the next ch's thank fuck. ANYWAYS, this ch is 10000% not edited or even re-read through so ignore typos or shit that doesn't make sense...

One habit that you’d had for years was your morning routine, one that you rarely ever deviated from, even if you woke up somewhere you didn’t live, had someone else around or not. You’d make sure the coffee was brewing, hop in the shower to wake yourself up, then slip into whatever underwear you were going to wear for the day and get ready like that. On the chillier days, or if you had company you’d toss on a silk robe over top for a little bit of modesty while you started on your hair, skincare and make up. Being pregnant wasn’t about to stop something that had been a daily occurrence for the last near twenty years. Not that it mattered, but you weren’t really showing yet, it was still very easily hidden under clothes which you were thankful for, managing to keep the secret a little longer, you simply looked a little extra bloated after eating, even if it was a small meal. You could see it in your chest, practically spilling out of your current selection of bras, and that was something neither you nor Bryan was going to complain about. You could feel his gaze on you in the mornings while you got ready, more than normal most days as he would linger in the bathroom longer than he needed to, eyes raking across your body.

“What?” You finally asked, a sly grin on your cheeks as you popped the lid back onto your mascara, watching Bryan through the mirror. He was already fully dressed for the day, minus the suit jacket, making an excuse to come back and re-brush his teeth after eating breakfast.

“Hmmph.” He replied, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist from behind, pulling you flush to him firmly enough you could feel his half hard cock in his pants as his lips left kisses on your exposed neck. “Just really wish I didn’t have back to back morning meetings.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, “something else you’d rather be doing?”

“You know there is.” He grumbled, his hand sliding upwards to grope at your tits, pulling a soft moan from you and for the briefest second you thought you were about to get what you’d been aching for before the alarm blared on his phone and he let out an angry huff, hands dropping from your body to silence the device. “Fuck.” He pocketed his phone, turning you in his arms to kiss you softly, his free hand briefly resting on your lower stomach, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Pretty sure I have a free afternoon if you feel like coming home early?” You offered and he smiled, finger and thumb gently pinching at your chin as he stole another kiss.

“That might be a good idea. I’ve been wanting to call and get the painters into the nursery this week.” He leant in, pecking your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You called after him before letting out a frustrated huff, dropping back against the basin. Calling the painters had obviously not been what you had in mind for your afternoon activities, but Bryan seemed to have slipped out of horny mode and into dad mode before you could even get the idea into his head.

You would never be upset that he was so gung ho on things, that he was spending his free time reading up on what to expect, joining dad forums online and going through as much as possible with you, it was sweet, something that you’d never expected from him, or someone like him. Between work and baby prepping he’d been so busy he seemed to have completely slipped from his sex focused ways to only thinking about the future and right now that was not helping you. Your hormones were through the roof and all you wanted was for him to fuck you completely senseless so you couldn’t even remember your own name. At the very least, you knew you were going to have a half day and you would do your best to take care of yourself, hoping Bry would catch you and realize just how badly you needed him

*

Bryan got your text around lunch that you were indeed taking advantage of being able to leave the office halfway through the day and that if anyone was going to disturb you at the apartment it better be him and only him. So he put in the call to the painters to reschedule for Thursday, when he knew you’d be in court and they would be able to finish everything up without interruptions. He was a little worried that you weren’t feeling a hundred percent, whether emotional or physical he wasn’t sure and the curiosity ended up getting the better of him, shuffling a meeting to the following day before leaving STR.

He could hear the tv in the bedroom playing when he stepped into the apartment, dropping his bag by the door as he slipped out of his shoes, tugging the tie from his neck. It found a home over the back of the couch along with his suit jacket as he made his way through the apartment. He started to undo the buttons of his shirt, eager to change out of his work clothes while he wandered down the hallway.

“It’s about time.” You greeted with a small grin, having stripped down to your lingerie, your robe open and loose around your frame. Bryan chuckled, stepping toward you to cup your cheek, kissing you softly.

“It looks like you’re up to something.”

“And if I am?” You raised a brow, your hands linking behind his neck and you watched the way his eyes flicked down to your chest, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips and you chuckled leaning in to kiss him again, this one deeper than before, your tongue easily slipping into his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…” you murmured against his lips and he hummed.

“Is that so?”

“Been thinking about that gorgeous cock, want you to fill me up, fuck me so good everyone in the building can hear.”

“Are you sure?” The dangerously playful tone in his voice was barely cracked by one of concerned and it was your turn to laugh softly.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“Oh my god Bry.” You let out a huff of a laugh, rolling your eyes before running a hand over your face, “you’ve been so fucking gentle recently and you really don’t need to be. You’re not going to break me, and your monster cock isn’t going to hurt the baby. I promise.” Your hand slunk between your bodies, palming at his length through his pants, “now… I’m going to get on my knees, are you going to take your pants off or do I have to do that for you too?”

Bryan’s eyes flashed with passion as he took in the heat in yours, a wicked grin breaking out on his lips as your fingers started toying with his belt buckle, “I think I can handle that.” He chuckled, “but we’re going to talk about this more dominant side of you later, because it’s giving me ideas…”

Before he could even finish his thought you’d dropped to your knees and he was grabbing a pillow from the bed to give you more comfort as the two of you tugged his pants off. You spat into your hand, wrapping around his cock and beginning to pump him, your robe dropping behind you on the floor while he quickly undid the rest of his shirt, tossing it in the direction of the hamper. He let out a heavy groan at the feeling of your lips wrapping around his cock, sinking down until your nose was tickling into the curly hairs at its base. Your hand moved up to cup his balls, massaging them as you began to bob on his length, tongue tracing the ridges and veins. Bryan’s hands wove into your hair, urging you up and down as he hardened completely in your mouth, feeling himself twitch between your lips.

“Fuck… just like that kitten… so good for daddy…” He groaned, his hips rocking toward you with each thrust. He hit the back of your throat at despite the fact that you gagged around him, you held him there, sucking and hollowing your cheeks before you finally popped off for a breath. He couldn’t resist, glancing down at you, swearing lowly at the sight of the string of spit connecting the tip of his dick with your mouth. “Fuck baby…”

You shot him a wicked grin but before you could wrap yourself around him again he was tugging you up, tossing you onto the bed and his hands were in the waistband of your panties. He pulled them down your legs and threw them to the ground behind him without a second thought.

“You want daddy to fuck you, you’ll get as many orgasms as you want kitten.” He practically growled before settling on his stomach between your legs.

“Oh god!” You cried out when his mouth hit your cunt, tongue swiping through you with ease, groaning over your juices. He hadn’t realized just how horny you’d been, now realizing that you’d likely been toying with yourself long before he even got home. He felt himself throb against the bed at the thought of you splayed out, wishing it was him teasing you and not your own hands.

“So wet princess…” he muttered into you, “taste so fucking sweet.” Was all he managed before his tongue delved into you, drawing out even more wetness while your hands threaded through his hair, shoving him deeper into your pussy. You needed your release; you needed multiple releases and at least now you knew you were going to get them.

“More… please..” You begged, your hips rocking up to his mouth and Bryan groaned against you, the vibrations causing you to gasp. But he did as requested, a hand sneaking up to slip two fingers into your needy pussy. “Oh fuck… oh god… right there!” A shriek left your lips as his fingers crooked, hitting the sensitive spot within you and you felt like your entire body was on fire.

Bryan was fantastic in bed, you were very much aware of this already, but there was something about how crazy your hormones had been recently that was making this an entirely new level of experiences. Every drag of his fingers made your body spark, every suck of his mouth around your clit made you nearly convulse, you felt things he’d never made you feel before and you just knew that when he made you come it would be far more than intense. His mouth continued to fuck you, groaning and growling into you, drinking every ounce of your essence as he went, wishing that it would never end, he would eat you out forever if he could. His fingers started to move faster and you let out a loud moan, urging him on even more as they crooked and curled within you.

“Oh god Bry… Bry!” Your hips shot up, thighs shaking violently around him as he felt your pussy clamp down around his fingers, juices dribbling out of your pussy, drenching his hand. He simply growled in response, fingers slipping from you so he could lap up all of your release, his cock throbbing nearly painfully.

“So fucking hot.” He murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled over you, lips meeting yours for a searing kiss. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and he chuckled into the kiss, wrapping a sturdy arm around you before rolling onto his back so you were straddling him instead. “How about you ride daddy? I wanna see you come.”

The gleam in his eyes was enough to make you laugh gently, settling above him as your hand wrapped around his cock, lining it up with your leaking pussy. You teased the head of it for only a moment, a low swear leaving his lips as your eyes fluttered shut before you sunk down onto him.

“Oh fuucck.” You moaned, “feels so fucking good…”

You took a moment to adjust to the feeling before you braced yourself on his stomach beginning to ride him and the sounds that left you were ones of absolute sin. Bryan had no choice but to try to hold back, his hands roaming your body, guiding your hips as you bounced in his lap, pinching at your sensitive tits as he groaned and twitched within you. He could feel his cock throbbing as your cunt clenched down around him, your moans bouncing off the bedroom walls, getting louder and louder as he braced himself on the bed, starting to fuck up into you with more force.  Your nails dug into his skin, a cry leaving your lips as your eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your hand began to sink south in search of your clit and Bryan swatted it away, his fingers sinking into your mouth before rubbing at your clit.

“Be a good girl for daddy.” He grunted, “I know you’re close kitten…. Come for me…”

He drove himself deeper into you, his fingers rubbing hard and fast at your swollen rub. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at the vision of you bouncing in his lap, the feeling of your wet warmth wrapped around him. You lurched forward, letting out a gasp as you braced yourself on his shoulders, your hips picking up speed until they faltered and you let out a cry. He felt the way your cunt constricted around him and he grunted loudly, his cum suddenly spilling into you and your body relaxed against him, letting out little shivers as you did so. You panted into the crook of his neck, your pussy fluttering around his softening cock every so often as your lips softly traced his collarbone. He could feel your juices still leaking out around him, dribbling out onto the bedspread and by the way you were shivering in his arms he knew you’d just had one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

Bryan’s hands ghosted up and down your back, his lips meeting your temple, murmuring sweet nothings as you both came down from your peaks. You finally stilled in his arms, your breathing coming back to normal and he slipped out of you, nudging you to his side and you happily collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied hum escaping your lips at the feeling of his cum dribbling out of your cunt.

“You alright?” He asked, pulling you to him as he brushed your hair off your face.

“Fucking perfect.” You replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss him gently, “thank you daddy.”

Bryan hummed in response, kissing you once more before tucking you into his shoulder. It was only once he was certain you’d come down from your high that he urged you from the bed, guiding you into the shower so the two of you could at least somewhat clean up before dinner.

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[readychilledwine]

Hi! You seem so nice and super sweet. I have some questions to know you! You remind me of a big sister, oh my god something about you is so comforting. :) Anyways, I live in California but I've only lived here for around 7 months. You mentioned before you love coming here, but can I have some places that would be nice to go on vacation? I feel super cooped up in my apartment and want to have a fun time outdoors or something. Thank you! <3

That's seriously so sweet and made me tear up a little bit! Thank you ❤️

We've spent a lot of time in a few different spots in CA, so hopefully, I mention one location near you! The obvious to all of this is beach and book. We are two beach bums when we can be, but I'll hit a few of the cities we've stayed at!

Oceanside is our go to. We like the location, due to military relations so its kind of the perfect spot for us because ✨️family✨️ If you are near that area, the beach at night is so quiet and perfect if you love seashell hunting. Oceanside also has street food/fair events, several cute metaphysical shops, and a few really good restaurants. One of them is a rooftop/desktop outdoor situation, it overlooks the docking area there, and at sunset is stunning.

In the San Diego area, I love going to Balboa Park. There's several gardens that are cheap or free to go to. During November to December, one of them is filled with gorgeous variations of poinsettias. There's also a ton of museums there, cultural houses to peep at, and gorgeous architecture. There's also a shopping area that's cute for giggles to just walk around. It's called Seaport Village. They used to have a shop just FILLED with coffee mugs. I loved it 😅

Heading north a little bit to LA where my partner is from. He grew up near skid row and has pretty vivid nightmares still about his kidhood there, so we tend to avoid the downtown area. When we do go, he always takes me to The Last Bookstore (some of you may recognize the name, it is the one you're thinking), it is just an experience. They sell antique books, collector's editions, and rare first editions along with new books. They have MAGICAL displays made from books. Griffith Park is also very beautiful with lots of things to go to. I'm a fan of anywhere with a botanic and butterfly garden 😅 and that brings me to our favorite spot in LA (minus the beach and hiking in Griffith Park) The Huntington Library. It's a library, botanic garden, and art museum all in one. It is 100% for me and not for him. He loves me dearly, and I am spoiled. There's obviously a lot of other things to do in LA (Disney, Orlando studios, ect), but we've been waiting to explore and experience those things until we had Littles to enjoy them with.

Popping between LA and San Fran is Sequoia National Park. If you are going to go and have never been, plan for a few days. It's... almost like breathtaking how small you realize you really are there.

San Francisco is kind of just... I wish I could describe it as something other than home feeling, considering I'm a midwest farm girl, but it has this magical home calling. We have a main thing we really like to do, and it's a little pricy (but not as pricy as the next location ive been treated to). He loves to see Alcatraz. 😅 he's obsessed. Otherwise it is a LOT of hiking and just trying new food places there. I just really love the vibes there for some reason.

Napa Valley I consider its own place, and it holds the most special place in my heart. He took me there for my 25th birthday. It is pricy, but wine country is so just relaxing. We stayed at this hotel, and we literally just walked out of our rooms patio door and into the vineyard. Im not 100% sure how much our week there was, but he told me not to expect anything for Christmas or valentines that year 😅

If you want really hot and in land Cali, my brothers and baby daddy went to Death Valley for a few days. They started the trip there, then went to Vegas (youngest brother's 21st birthday). My older brother said it was unbelievably hot (literally duh my sweet summer child), but he said the 4 days the 3 of them were there was a lot of fun. They did a lot of trail hiking and drank a lot of water. They all do not regret the choice to check it out. I was not invited on the boys' trip, so I didn't get to go 😑 I'm not salty AT ALL I didn't plan the trip for them or anything 🤣

If you're looking to get out of California, Colorado. Find your soul in Colorado. I highly recommend Georgetown. Not too far from Denver, not so high up in the mountains you have to anxious about snowfall and getting trapped, and I'll just attach the view from the hike into the mountains we went on.

I will push Colorado to anyone needing to get away and get into nature if it is in their budget ❤️ I've never found a town in Colorado I didn't think was stunning.

If you want to stay on the West Coast, Oregon. We went to Crater Lake National Park. One word, Ethereal. A little busy, but so so worth it.

No matter where you go, if you're getting into nature and needing to re-center your soul, find a creek with running water and just put your hands or feet in it, or get into the ocean (to where you're comfortable) and just let yourself have a moment of silence. Water is purifying and healing. It's one of the most powerful elements in our world, and it is where I find the strongest connection to Mother Nature ❤️

Let me know if you want more travel spots!

[riastarthe]

watched a Video Online (personal rarity) about autistic friendships, how they're structured in the mind. i don't normally feel so stirred by Online Mental Health type joints but this was like last week and i'm still thinking about it. it felt so so good to hear someone outline it, like, how when we become friends we are friends— there is a lasting warmth, a want to support— that doesn't rely on constant communication for upkeep. and i find myself really wishing i could be better about that because i know other people don't feel the same way, or what's foundational and formative in friendships is completely different from me, and i don't know how to tell what those things are and give them accordingly.

and doubly, how when someone latches onto me, or things about me that i wasn't aware of/feel counter to me as a person, it can be really distressing. like expressions of romantic feelings have always kinda unsettled me because there was really only 1 time (Anka) where i felt the person got me where we were sharing openly, and it was fun and comfortable because i felt heard, understood, like it was a mutual experience. when it's people who feel like strangers to me, who i know have nothing in common with me, with whom i've shared very few experiences, i don't fucking get that at all and i really wish it was socially permissible to tell them to Fuck Off. your misinterpretation of me isn't endearing! why are your feelings more important than the discomfort you've caused!

but anyway. with friends... if we've been around each other in close proximity a number of times, that goes a long way for me... remembering how and when people smile and laugh. or if we've been in close proximity online where i like, know your life, i know the core parts and i update them as necessary. but in that way sometimes i do worry about whether i'm remembering a person as they'd want to be remembered, if what seems key to me isn't to them, is negative even. i don't want to keep people shackled to an outdated misrepresentation when my ability to change and turn ideas over freely is so important to me.

i don't know if i'm introverted so much as anxious about the depletion of energy, but i do much better in social situations than lonely situations. i wonder if it seems obsessive to people who don't understand what i'm trying to express through the channels available to me. i miss so many people. i worry that i'll be separated from them forever. sometimes it feels so good to just not care, to give into passion and interest and ride that out, come what may... but i also kept little sprouts and strawberry emojis next to the names of people whose friendships i want to nurture. some of them really are gone for good. i tried but i don't know what trying looks like to other people, especially in the amorphous digital space. early in the pandemic people started having dinners together over facetime. i'd even try that. something easy. something to be busy with while enjoying each other's company. something relatively quick. no pressure.

i WANT to be known, and know. i want to drop the physical rigidity of masking, drop the voice, and talk and talk and talk. i want to be comfortable in a group of people who are funny and passionate and curious and crude and like to goof off and care for one another and just— a variety. easy. and have no problem with touch. i have a problem with touch— i never know when i'm supposed to hug someone. but i'd like more opportunities to try. i want to be a whole person among people.

i'm thinking about something Araki said, that he's not sure how to be a whole person, but that he's been wanting to become one since he was a kid. but i think i'm whole. well, minus the enveloping affirming challenging presence of others. i know myself better through being part of the world. i hope i can do that again, and be welcomed.

[golbrocklovely]

careful what you wish for // sam and colby

A/N: sorry this is a bit late but i told yall seeing them as a vampire and a demon did something to me, so i had to write a fic about it lol this is smutty as all hell, and after the conjuring video, just the thing i need to get my mind off of dark shit and amanda being annoying. hopefully you enjoy this fic. let me know what you think and happy halloween !!

prompt: all you wanted was a boyfriend, a lover, just someone who knew how to please you right. your friend had the answer, but magic isn’t something to be messed around with. || fem reader/pronouns

trigger warning: SMUT (but no actual sex minus two sentences… it will make sense when you read), mentions of babygirl, good girl, princess, slut, whore, degrading language, demon!colby, vampire!sam, slight dubcon?, manipulation via powers, cursing, no actual solby-ness in this, sam and colby are assholes and it’s hot, not the ending you want but the ending i'm giving you lol

word count: 3172

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You should have been more careful. You were always told to pay attention to what you wished for.

And how you wished for it.

All you wanted was attention, love… romance, even. Or maybe just a good fucking. You weren't quite sure.

What you knew was that you were down bad and needed something to help you through.

You asked your best friend, Jess, for help. Somehow, she always got what she wanted, and it never made sense to you. How was it she was always happy, and sporting a new lover almost every week? What was she doing that you weren't?

Magic. She informed you.

At first you thought she was fucking with you, making a mockery of your loneliness. But Jess explained this book landed on her porch one day after begging for love to come her way. The front was leather bound, with faded latin text on it spelling out ‘Maledictus Amor’. A dark and rusted lock kept the book close, but since there was no key, it was kept unlocked. The whole text within was latin as well, making it hard to understand or translate. But a note inside, written in beautiful cursive, explained that all you really needed to do was believe in the book and whatever you wished for would happen.

But if you mocked or ridiculed the text, terrible things could happen to you.

She gave you the book, told you to believe and love would be sent your way within a day. That's how she met her first boyfriend... of this year.

You decided to do it together, having her over for a drunken sleepover.

“The more specific you are, the better.” She stated.

You raised any eyebrow at her. “Really?”

“Seriously. I made the mistake the first time of asking for a guy with a big dick, but he didn't really know how to do anything with it,” she replied. “So, the next time around I asked for a guy who knew exactly what I wanted in bed. It was fantastic.”

“Okay.” You nodded your head awkwardly.

“No really. Let's just say I, like… soaked my sheets.” She giggled mischievously.

“Jesus, okay, damn.” You scowled, “Didn't need to know that.”

You opened the book to a random page, placing your hands on it gently.

You sighed, “So, what do I do?”

“Start wishing.” She added, “What do you want in a guy?”

You shrugged uncomfortably, “I don’t know, honestly.”

“Well, what about looks?” She questioned, leaning back against her chair.

“Brunette or blonde hair would be nice.” You responded.

Jess narrowed her eyes at you. “Okay…”

“Oh, blue eyes. I love blue eyes.” You smiled.

She rolled her eyes, snickering. “What about his body?”

“Um, I guess lean. Maybe with a bit of muscle. Nothing too crazy.” You mentioned.

“Do you not care about dick size?” She asked bluntly.

“Oh my God…” Your face scrunched up at her words. “No, not really. I just want someone that’s… good at sex.”

Jess pushed her hands on top of yours, speaking to the book. “She wants someone who is gonna rock her world in every position-”

You coughed, surprised at her words. “Woah, what?”

“-and keep her coming over and over again.” She grinned.

“Jess, quit it-” You started.

She interjected, talking louder than you. “Let him know all the right spots on her body,”

“Seriously, stop-!” You shushed.

Jess let out a dramatic porn star-like moan. “And leave her begging for more!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” You shoved her hands off yours, glaring.

“Look, you weren’t gonna say any of that, so I had to be the one to do it.” She sassed.

You huffed. “I… would have.”

She sucked her teeth, “Right. You’d probably get too hung up on the personality.”

“Like that isn’t important?” You puzzled. “You don’t want to date some guy that’s like evil or something.”

“What, like a demon?” She mocked.

“Yeah sure. You should want a guy that cares about you, pines for you, has only eyes for you,” you smiled at the thought. “That’s what I want.”

“You’ve been reading too much fiction about vampires and princes.” Jess gasped sarcastically, “Do you want Edward Cullen to be your boyfriend?”

“I’m not looking for a vampire boyfriend.” You sneered.

“That would be kinda hot,” She noted.

“I just want a boyfriend that is nice and… is good at sex.” You mumbled bashfully.

She faked a yawn. “That’s boring.”

“Well, it’s my decision. If that’s what I want, then so be it.” You argued.

“Fine. Whatever.” She exhaled.

“Fuck this. I’m done with this book.” You groaned, ripping your hands off the book.

Jess’ eyes widened. “Woah, you can’t do that.”

You stepped away, scoffing. “What? Walk away? Yes I can.”

She followed you hesitantly. “No, you’re disrespecting the book. You have to thank it for what’s about to come and then-”

“Nothing has happened, besides you bitching at me that my choices are lame! I knew this was all some joke at my expense.” You hissed, pointing at Jess.

She shook her head, “What? No it’s not.”

“Yes it is. You did all of this just be a bitch and make me feel even worse for not having a boyfriend,” you rebutted. “This is probably some bullshit book that you bought from a store and there’s nothing magical about it.”

She exclaimed, “Don’t say that! You can’t-”

You interrupted. “Disrespect the book? It’s not real. Nothing is gonna hap-”

A loud thud came from the direction of the book, startling you both. You both gazed at it, the book now slammed shut, the lock tightly back into place.

“How did you do that?” You queried, your eyes remaining on the book.

“What do you mean? I didn’t do that. The book did it.” She uttered, body frozen.

You jeered, “Fuck you, no it didn’t.”

“Yes it did. It only does that when… it’s done taking a wish. So…” Her voice trailed off.

“It’s done with my wish? Good. Because I’m done standing here, pretending it’s gonna work.” You snapped.

Even though you were upset with Jess for playing with your emotions, something in the back of your mind told you you had made a mistake. An uneasy feeling settled into the pit of your stomach, but you blamed it on the wine you had been drinking. Eventually Jess left with the book, and you went to bed.

You were jolted awake a couple hours later, around 3 AM. You thought you heard banging coming from downstairs. Not knowing what it could be, you grabbed a baseball bat that you kept near your bed and slowly crept into the hallway, making sure to stay away from the squeaky floorboards.

You walked down the stairs as quietly as you could, your breathing getting heavier with each step. When you reached the bottom, you looked at the front door, unopened and still locked. Then you took a couple hefty steps towards the kitchen, and saw the back door was also still shut and locked.

“What the hell was that noise?” You whispered to yourself.

“Probably us.” A deep voice spoke from behind you.

You let out a blood curdling scream, only for you to be silenced a second later by a hand covering your mouth. You were pushed up against the fridge as you stared into the eyes of the man with his hand over your mouth.

“Screaming like that will only wake the neighbors.” The man with his hand over your mouth remarked.

The man next to him smiled devilishly. “And we don’t want to do that�� yet.”

Your eyes raced back and forth between the two men in front of you. The blonde one kept his hand over your mouth, while the brunette blocked your ability to leave.

It was then you noticed the fangs and horns, and you felt your stomach churn.

“I’ll remove my hand if you promise not to scream.” The blonde commanded.

“Can you do that for us, princess?” The brunette questioned.

You nodded, unsure if you were dreaming or not. There was no way two guys dressed up in a demon and vampire costume broke into your house. It wasn’t even October.

He winked. “Good girl.”

“Um, okay. Where do we start?” The blonde turned towards the brunette, both taking a step back from you.

“I guess we should say our names.” The brunette answered nonchalantly.

The blonde waved. “I’m Sam.”

“And I’m Colby.” The brunette smirked, his eyes falling on the curves of your body, “And we know all about you, Y/N.”

“H-How?” You stuttered, your body shaking against the fridge.

“Why, the book of course.” Sam explained.

You squeaked, “What book?”

“The book. You know the one that your friend brought over? The one that you wished into for a boyfriend? Well, we’re it.” Colby stated.

You shook your head, “W-What? This can’t be real.”

“Of course it is. That book is older than your family name, that’s how long that magic has been around.” Sam laughed.

“But you see, the problem for you is that you fucked around with it. Disrespected it.” Colby tsked, “Naughty girl.”

Sam continued, “And because you played with it wrong… we’re here.”

“I guess we gotta thank you for bringing us to life.” Colby commented.

You let out a dry chuckle. “This is all some sick joke.”

“Nope. Not even remotely.” Colby dissented.

“Jess has to be setting me up,” you pushed past them, glancing around the rest of your house. “This can’t be real.”

Sam crossed his arms. “What about this seems unreal?”

“Well for starters, how did you get into my house?” You inquired.

“I just unlocked it.” Colby pointed to the back door, and the lock slowly twisted, undoing itself.

You gulped, “How did you do that?”

“Oh, you haven’t even seen the crazy shit I can do.” Colby bit his lip, pointing at Sam, “He’s pretty weird as well.”

Sam scoffed. “Fuck you, I’m not weird.”

Colby hummed sassily. “Yes you are, you’re obsessed with her.”

“Obsessed?” You puzzled.

“You wanted a boyfriend that was all about you, only had eyes for you, all that bullshit you said? Well, the book listened… and made him.” Colby blinked, “He said he would kill for you.”

You glanced over at Sam. “What’s with the fangs?”

“I’m a vampire.” Sam admitted casually.

“Right. And you?” You deadpanned.

Colby revealed. “A demon.”

You placed your hands on your hips, trying to remain calm. “Cool, so I have a demon and vampire boyfriend… why two?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one that’s indecisive. You couldn’t even decide between hair color.” He quipped.

You shrugged. “I don’t have a preference.”

He retorted. “Or maybe you’re just greedy.”

“Greedy?” You protested.

“Yeah. A whore like you wants something in any and all of her holes. You just need someone to fill that empty void.” Colby licked his lips, scanning your body, “You just wanna feel full, don’t you baby?”

Your stomach did flips at the sound of Colby’s voice. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like what I’m saying.” He insisted.

“He’s right. I can hear your heartbeat picking up,” Sam chimed in. “You’re getting turned on by his words.”

“N-No I’m not.” You stammered, your courage dwindling as they moved closer to you.

Sam hushed; his voice low. “It’s okay, babygirl. We’re only here to make you feel good. Just accept it.

You ignored the damp sensation in between your legs, getting angry. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Colby furrowed his brows, stepping to you. “You really want us to leave? We’re just getting started. Let me show you the fun we could be having right now.”

He gripped the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his. Flashes of visions played across your eyes.

You saw yourself being fucked by Sam and Colby. Sam was deep inside your pussy, rubbing your clit while you gushed around him. And Colby’s dick was in your mouth, his hands gripping your hair as he face-fucked you. You could feel his load pouring down your throat, tears streaming down your face as you choked on his cock.

You felt used and wet and you loved every second of it.

Suddenly the vision was ripped away from you, your eyes focusing back in on Colby’s smirking face.

You jumped back from Colby, slamming your body into the wall. “What the fuck was that?!”

“You know exactly what that was, Y/N. Those were your fantasies.” Colby cocked his head, “Well, at least one of them.”

You shuddered, hating that Colby’s answer was true. “N-No that wasn’t. I would never-”

“Baby, I can’t make shit up like that,” he corrected. “I’m far too pure to think of something that vulgar.”

Sam raised his hand smugly. “I can, though.”

“I told you, he’s a real nutcase.” Colby jested.

This can’t be happening to me. You thought, walking away from them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sam demanded.

You felt your body stop, your mind not telling it to. You couldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried to.

Sam’s voice lowered again, almost monotone. “Turn back to us.”

You felt yourself spin around, facing the boys again. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes landed on Sam’s now red ones.

“There’s our good girl.” He teased, his eyes changing back to their icy blue.

“Be honest with us; with yourself.” Colby walked closer, his eyes boring into yours. “You want the both of us to fuck you senseless. You want me to use your mouth like a sex toy and fill you with my cum. You want to be left drooling for my cock, begging to be face-fucked again and again.”

“And you want me inside of your cunt while he uses you. You want me to paint your walls with my seed. You want me to bite you all over, sinking my teeth into your flesh. You wanna be fucked so hard you can’t walk straight. You need us to fuck you stupid.” Sam growled, getting closer to you as well.

“Just a dumb cock slut,” Colby spat. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You felt your panties dampen even more, embarrassment flushing your skin.

Colby disappeared, reappearing behind you, and wrapping his arms around you. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but strong enough that you felt like you couldn’t move.

You whimpered pathetically, “Please don’t…”

Colby purred, nuzzling into your neck. “We would never do anything you wouldn’t want.”

“But we all know what you want.” Sam stood right in front of you, gazing longingly into your eyes, “The moment you connected to that book… it knew everything you truly wanted.”

“I don’t think I wanted a demon or a vampire though.” You fumed helplessly against Colby’s embrace.

Sam shrugged carelessly. “You got unlucky with that, since you disrespected the book.”

“Give us a chance, darling,” Colby murmured. “We will make love to you in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

“We’ll rock your world in every position… and keep you coming over and over again.” Sam repeated, chuckling darkly.

“Since that’s what you want so badly.” Colby beamed wickedly.

He kissed up your neck, finding the sensitive skin under your ear instantly. His lips were so soft and delicate against you. Sam stared at you, watching Colby leave a hickey on your skin.

Sam sunk his teeth into is bottom lip, his eyes hazing over, “I want to do that too.”

Sam slowly lowered down to his knees. You glanced down, feeling his breath tickle your thighs as he leaned in and peppered kisses across your skin. Your knees buckled against his tender lips, and Colby humming against your ear.

“I got you, baby.” Colby whispered hungrily into your ear, “Forever…”

“She’s soaked.” Sam grunted.

“Ooh, is she?” Colby cooed. “I told you she was naughty.”

“Do you want us to touch you?” Sam asked, his hands rubbing your thighs.

“Taste you?” Colby moaned into your ear. “All you have to do is say yes.”

Sam traced the outline of your underwear with his tongue, removing it for a moment. “And then we will devour you in every way you want.”

Colby’s hands lightly cupped your tits, squeezing them. Your nipples hardened against his palms and he bit gingerly into your neck. Sam did similar actions on your thighs, nipping and sucking on the inner part, getting closer and closer to your aching sex.

“Be a good girl and say yes.” Colby commanded, his hold on you tightening.

Sam nodded, his breath caressing your clothed core. “Come on, Y/N. Please say yes.”

You couldn’t pretend any longer. That book worked, maybe not 100% in your favor, but now you had two quasi-humans in front of you asking to fuck you. And you were desperate for them. You saw what the sex was going to be like, and you needed it. Now.

“Okay… please.” You quivered, closing your eyes.

“Please what, kitten?” Colby questioned, nibbling on your earlobe.

You mewled, chest heaving. “Fuck me. I need you both to fuck me.”

“Really?” Sam doubted bitingly.

“Yes, please. I need it so bad.” You begged. Your sex throbbed, needing to be touched.

Sam and Colby made eye contact with each other, snickered, and pulled away.

“I don’t know. I’m actually not feeling up to it.” Sam shrugged, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I think I might have a headache or something. Can’t we do this tomorrow?” Colby whined dramatically.

Your body trembled, your ache growing. “W-What?”

He insulted, feigning shock. “What? Us demon and vampires can’t deny sex? That’s pretty sexist of you, Y/N.”

“I think it would be technically racist…” Sam suggested, turning to Colby.

Colby huffed. “Not sure, honestly.”

Your jaw was hung open, eyes wide. “A-Are you kidding me?”

“Nope,” Sam disclosed, popping the ‘p’. “You took too long to say yes, so now I’m bored.”

Colby grinned sweetly. “It’s kinda cute to watch you squirm.”

“And while you look appetizing…” Sam sucked his fangs, his eyes dancing across your body, “I think I’m gonna pass. Maybe next time.”

“But I thought-” You choked out.

“Yes, technically we can only be with you, but that doesn’t mean we have to actually be with you.” He laughed loudly, “I actually like being able to say no to you.”

“If you’re a good girl for us next time, maybe we’ll actually fuck you.” Colby replied as both of them strutted to your front door and opened it.

Sam waved happily, leaving your house. “See you later, Y/N.”

Colby began to leave and then stopped, turning back to you. “Oh yeah, by the way, you’re not gonna be able to come until we fuck you so… have fun!”

He winked, shutting the door. All was quiet in the house except your heavy breathing.

You wanted to scream or yell or… do something, but all you could do was stay frozen in your living room, your body longing for Sam and Colby.

|| Part 2 >>

[thatfrenchacademic]

hey! you seem like you're a really good TA (? idk if that's the right term but you seem to have some prof/teacher tasks?) and i was wondering how you got the confidence to do that? i'm basically on your level of education but i wouldn't think i was smart/capable enough to judge other students' writing and stuff, i feel like one of them more than one of the teachers if you get what i mean. do you have any advice?

Hello !

That is such a thoughtful question - and I am sure all postgrads who suddendly have to start teaching feel the same at the beginning. In my opinion, it is a fairly healthy mindset to have, as long as it does not inhibit your own teaching and remain just some healthy awareness that, hey, you are still learning many things yourself.

I am very touched you think I am a good TA - I hope I manage to be a helpful one at least.d I definitely still often wonder "am I qualified to teach this ? To... grade this ? Who am I to say whether this is good work or not?" But here are a few thingsm coming both from my experience so far and my discussions with other TA, which could maybe be of help to you (each developed under the cut)

1. You know more than your students, and that will be enough to help them.

2. Teaching is a two way street : you are not lecturing to them, you are working with them.

2bis : Give constant verbal feedback to your students !

3. Your own experience of being an Undergrad may not be the best point of reference

4. Talk to other TAs ! You all face the same issues !

5. Try out things, and if they do not work, it's fine.

6. Organize your session alternating moments where you take the lead, and moments where students take the lead.

7. Help, My students are not talking !

8. Grading is tough, but we can make it easier.

I hope they will be of help, but no worries, it takes practice, trial and errors, and time will help you figure it out. Do not hesitate to come back here if you have any question or something you want to discuss ! (And tell me how your teaching went, I would love to hear it!)

1. You know more than your students, and that will be enough to help them.

It means you do not have to be an expert in the topic you teach. You may even just be familiar with it. But by virtue of being a postgrad student, you know how to do the reading effectively, you will get very quickly what is important, what to retain from this or that reading. And you just need to know more than your students. Which you absolutely will.

I think being passionate, showing that you are excited about what you are teaching, giving them this energy, this interest, is much much more important than being a full-blown expert in your area.

2. Teaching is a two way street : you are not lecturing to them, you are working with them.

And that is not me being vaguely pseudo-inspiration ; it is something I have learnt and truly realized when I took a course on teaching. There is much literature on this, but the take-away is that especially as a TA, it is helpful if you see your job as working with students. Engage with them, offer them different options to choose from during the session, explain that you are here to support their learning, and give them some space to have some agency over what happens ! Trust them to at least try their best - many are!- and they will trust you in return, and will be more likely to give you some feedback.

2bis : Give constant verbal feedback to your students !

This does not come easy to me, but students NEED to be told when they said something good ! Because if you do not tell them explicitely, how would they know that, hey, this was a pretty cool comment !

But also, be clear when answer or a point raised is not relevant or wrong, because it also guides their understand of the topic. "Ok, I can see why you would say that, but it's actually abit trickier...". "Ah, yes, it is very interesting that you raise it, it is a common misunderstanding and I am glad you are pointing it out, because it is an interesting discussion to have!"

3. Your own experience of being an Undergrad may not be the best point of reference

When I started teaching, I made the mistake of thinking "ok, what sort of TA/tutorial do I wish I had, in Undergrad?", and went with what I know I would have enjoyed. Except I am a passionate nerdy introvert who hated talking to my peers and doing group works, and wanted a TA who was no-bullshit, clear, professional. Most of your students are probably not, and may indeed enjoy group work, or the opportunity to connect with their peers during your tutorial. Most of your students will appreciate a TA who is more forthcoming, friendly, and may crack a joke or two. And it is a weird role to have, it may clash with your personality (it definitely clashes with mine), but it's ok if it takes time to find the right zone for you ! It is absolutely part of the process !

4. Talk to other TAs ! You all face the same issues !

Pooling experience with other TAs is fantastic. Because no matter what issue you are facing, one of them faced it already. How do you teach in the shitty Room 605 where the computer does not work ? How do they deal with students who do not do the readings ? How to they handle lack of motivation from students ? What sort of group work do they organize ? Who sort of online tools do they rely on ? How do they deal with all the emails they get ? And on that note...

5. Try out things, and if they do not work, it's fine.

Do not be afraid to try things. I tend to stay away from "complex" activities which can confuse students, or rely too much on technology. But group work ? There are so many types of group work ! Why stick to just the "think of this question in group of 3 for 5 minutes", when you could do a syndicate, snowballing, 2-minutes essay, fishbowl, think-pair-share, buzz groups...

And sometimes, it will not work. Just... a bad session. And you feel that it's on you, that you did not manage to do your work, that you are a bad teacher... And refer to Point 2. Then, calmly, talk about it with another TA. Explain what you did, and try to get their opinion on it, reflect on it. But it is never all on you.

6. Organize your session alternating moments where you take the lead, and moments where students take the lead.

Teaching is exhausting, learning is exhausting, genuinely, so balance out moments where you do the heavy work, and moments where they do. I like to have a rough session plan with all the activities I have planned, and indicate for each if it is "ME", "STUDENTS", "ALL". And also ensure that your students are given the opportunity to really take an active role, which is way better for learning !

7. Help, my students are not talking :

This will happen. You will ask a question, no one will answer. Big, awkward, heavy silence. You reformulated the question, but clearly it is not working. Here are a few ways I have reacted to it :

- Show of hands 1 : for a quick diagnosis. "Can you raise your hand if you have done the reading for this question ? Just so I know if this is maybe the problem". Encourage the ones who have done the readings to explain it to the others.

- Show of hands 2 : "Ok, there are two ways to answer this question X and Y. Can you raise you hand if you think Y, and lower it if you think X?". Encourage some who picked Y to explain why, then same with X.

- Show of hands 3 : "Ok, let's lower the pressure. Who thinks they kind of have an answer, but is not sure about how to word it, or properly argument it?". Ask whoever raise their hand to start, and pick up yourself from there.

- Switch to think-pair-share : "Ok, how about we think a bit about this on our own for a few minutes, and then you can compare your own answers with your neigbour"

- Collapse the classroom : "Ok, I can see that this is not working. It's ok, can you tell me if it is because the topic is not super interesting, or the reading ? Are the questions not what you expected?"

- End of the session clear-up : [once everything is over] "Ok, so now that the session is over, can I ask you guys why it was difficult for you to talk today ? Just so I can make sure I can come up with questions that are useful to you, next time. If some of you want to stay a few minutes to talk about what you would like to change for the next tutorials, we can talk about it now ; you don't have to, of course"

8. Grading is tough, but we can make it easier.

Especially if you are grading things like essays, we can often feel uneasy, unsure how to grade them, how legitimate we are to grade them, especially with the sheer impact grades can have on students. Ideally, you want to have a list of things that are PLUS POINTS, and perhaps some that are MINUS POINTS, and have those strictly guide your grading, to be fair to all students and assess them similarly. I also found that it is helpful to grade the paper, only the paper. When there is a really, really bad essay where clearly the student barely tried, it's easy to get frustrated, because you did your best, and clearly the student did not care ? But you never actually know what happened. Real examples of students submitting absolutely terrible work include : a student who was grieving her mother, a student who had been in hospital and did not know she could ask for a delay, an adult student whose child had gotten sick the days before, a foreign student with a poor grasp on English... When you are grading the 78th essay of the week, it is easy to forget that each of them is from an individual, and we get to judge the work they do, but not why they did it. Even in your comments and feedback, always be compassionate.

[lazarettta]

The Babysitter

Characters ( Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader )

Rating (T) Word Count ( 2.9k) Warnings ( None, bad flirting, writing while intoxicated)

“For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

It was another late night studying on the living room floor of the Mayfair-Richards household. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend a majority of your nights here during the week and sometimes the weekend if you were needed and you usually weren't. Not that you would've minded anyway, your weekends weren't busy—mostly spent either dead asleep or trying to get out of plans you didn't want to be a part of anyway to get more sleep.

But it wasn't everyday that you were able to work for a Senator either, so even if you were busy, you weren't going to tell Ally Mayfair-Richards that. Not that she was a mean boss or anything, she was the Senator for crying out loud. And...okay yes, maybe you idolized the woman a little though it may be because you're studying law but honestly who wouldn't idolize this woman? She went through so much shit getting to this point in her life and career.

And she was hot. She was really hot but you kept it in your pants, but your eyeballs? Different story. You were just grateful that she chose you to watch her son when she was away, especially after you knocked over your entire cup of tea in her living room on the very carpet you were sitting on, and you were just a hot mess.

You thought you blew the whole thing, but the moment she produced the NDA to you a few days later when she called you back for a 'second interview' which included Ozzy this time, you'd been ecstatic and nearly knocked over another fucking cup but Ally was faster than you that time.

The giant TV was playing in front of you across the room but it was just the news channel but the volume was pretty low because Oz was asleep upstairs and you weren't really watching it anyway, you had your airpods in listening to Beyoncé and trying to create a decent scenario for one of the ten theories your professor assigned. It was due the next day so you thought picking the easiest one would work in your favor but it was turning out to be your worst nightmare—and you'd regretted choosing sleep over this, kind of.

You'd been so engrossed in your work, and music, you didn't hear the front door open and shut somewhere behind you or hear Ally quietly talking on the phone, her high heels click clacking on her polished wood floors as she came into the living room. Ally paused slightly at the sight of you and her coffee table, your books and yellow pads scattered everywhere, your head bopping slightly to whatever you were listening to as you scribbled away.

Ally smiled softly, and continued on her way upstairs to check on Ozzy knowing that she was going to find him safe, clean and fast asleep with a full belly. You'd been his nanny for four months now and you were such a blessing for Ally, she'd been reluctant to hire and trust another person with her baby boy but her career was too demanding and Ozzy was only ten. He could stay home alone for a few hours maybe, but not days or even a week or two.

After everything, Ally did have cameras around her home on the outside and she had one directly over the stairs because it overlooked the foyer and parts of the living room from an angle. She didn't want too many camera's inside of her home in case they were hacked but she wanted something at least.

Ozzy's room was dark except for his nightlight by the door and Ally quietly made her way inside, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing his curls from his face. She was ever thankful that he finally stopped having those horrible nightmares, it meant that she wasn't wasting her money on therapy sessions.

When Ally came back downstairs, you were predictably in the exact same spot you were in and Ally finally did away with her coat, placing it over the spine of the sofa and she stepped out of her heels before coming around and plopping herself down, careful not to knock over your stack of books.

The sudden movement startled you out of your skin and you quickly pulled out your airpods and looked at your boss, “Hey! Sorry, how long have you been home?”

Ally smiled down at you tiredly, practically sinking into the sofa and you could feel her exhaustion rolling off of her in waves, and you couldn't help but sympathize because damn, and you thought you were tired.

“I just got in, I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, things got busier than I expected and then everything went into chaos.”

You smirked when she threw her hands up half heartedly with a roll of her eyes, “Would a glass of wine help?”

“No, but it would definitely be a start if you join me for a glass?” she raised an eyebrow, and as much as you wanted to say yes you've already procrastinated enough and you really didn't need alcohol in your system around her lest you say something you absolutely shouldn't.

“I would but I have to finish this and it's getting late. Do you mind waiting up until my Uber gets here?”

“It's really late, you should just stay the night, (Y/n).” Ally sat up then, waving away your comment, though now she was closer and hovering over you a bit, “I'll take you home tomorrow after breakfast, that sound fair?”

It wouldn't be the first overnight stay but it would definitely be the first time that she'd be home too and you just couldn't say no to that even though you probably should have insisted more that you go home, but you accepted her offer without further debate. You'd gone back to your assignment, minus the airpods this time, and Ally got up to go to the kitchen and you could hear her fixing herself a glass of wine.

Ally set a bottle of water next to you on a coaster before settling back in her spot and finding something to watch on TV, and of course you noticed that she was a hell of a lot closer than she was before.

Your pen had paused on the yellow paper and your eyes glanced over the same sentence three times before your mind processed that you could practically feel the heat from her legs next to your arm through her slacks, and if you leaned just an inch you'd be touching her. You fought the urge to look back over your shoulder, but instead you looked up from beneath your lashes and saw that she was browsing the movie channels at a snail's pace.

Behind you, Ally was sipping her wine in one hand and flipping channels with the remote in the other but her eyes were nowhere on the TV screen. But she noticed the moment your pen stopped moving and your shoulders tensed more than usual, she'd been watching you closely and curiously.

“You okay, honey?”

You turned around to answer her with what you hoped was a calm smile and wished that you hadn't, really. Ally was going to kill you sitting the way she was sitting, her energy screaming big dick and the top three buttons of her shirt were undone and her hair was a little messy. Either she was going to give you a heart attack or your libido would.

“Sweetheart?”

You blinked, coming back to reality so fast you would’ve gotten whiplash, “Uh, yeah...maybe I guess I’m just tired too.” Yeah right.

You chuckled nervously, embarrassed really, and licked your lips again and Ally tracked the movement with rapt attention not that you would've caught it because you were busy being mortified being caught staring like a creep.

“Are you sure? You look flushed, drink some water,” you smiled at Ally, ever the mom.

“I’m not—” not what? Thirsty? Yeah you were but not for some water.

“You’re not what?” Ally pressed, still holding you hostage with her eyes alone.

“Not thirsty for water.”

Ally raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips twitching and you hate that you noticed, “Oh? Then what would you like to drink if it’s not wine or water?”

Good question. One you didn’t have a good answer to. Not trusting yourself to formulate words into an appropriate sentence, you just nodded and turned back around and grabbed the water she brought you. You were determined to ignore until you were finished with your work—for the sake of your sanity and dignity.

Fuck.

Still watching you, Ally laughed quietly into her wine glass and finally settled on a movie, keeping the volume low as she got comfortable. Deciding to let you off the hook for not answering her question. (This time.)

~~

A few days later...

It was another late night for you but you weren't working for Ally tonight, so you went to the gym instead after studying. You were still wearing your tights and sports bra when you left, only throwing on a jacket because the night air and sweat weren't a great mix.

You didn't have anything at home to eat that wasn't expired or so frozen it came from the ice age...it all went in the trash so all you had left in your fridge was a case of water and cheese sticks. It wasn't surprising though, you spent a majority of your free time at Ally's home and you just ate lunch and dinner there usually. So you went straight to the grocery store after your workout with your trainer.

“Hey (Y/n)!” you looked up and internally groaned, rolled your eyes and threw a whole bitch fit.

You offered Sean a tight near sarcastic smile, “Sean. What is up.”

“Nothin',” he said, leaning against the counter he was standing behind with a cheesy smile, his eyes leering—and it made your skin crawl, “Just working...you?”

“Uh,” you were already over this conversation, “Same, anyway—”

“You still work for that crazy killer lesbian?”

You stopped, pivoting back around slowly to see if he was joking or not, of course it was hard to tell because he was looking at your ass, but the minute he turned around his eyes laser beamed to your chest. Specifically your pebbled nipples and the bars pierced in them. You moved the labels of your jacket to cover them fucking pig.

“Uh, my eyes are up here and two, that 'crazy killer lesbian' is your Senator.”

He shrugged, “I didn't vote for her.”

“I'm...okay, it was nice talking to you but I have things to do.”

“Well, wait,” he moved in front of you, stopping your escape, “That's not what I wanted to talk to you about actually, uh, but listen...do you maybe wanna go to dinner with me this weekend? My treat?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, completely unimpressed with his audacity, “You literally just called my boss a crazy killer lesbian and now you're expecting me to go to dinner with you?” as if, you wanted to add but held yourself in check—barely.

“I'm sorry about that,” Sean only shrugged but he was bashful about it but it only served to irritate you further because it was obvious that he didn't quite mean it and you were mentally slapping yourself for just not ordering that damn pizza.

“Whatever, goodnight Sean.”

you tried to move around him but he shifted, keeping you in place and you knew you could've just turned around, you should've but he would've just followed you, “Well wait, you never answered my question. About dinner?”

“No.”

“Well, wait a minute...why not? The lesbian thing? It was just a joke. You can take one, can’t you?”

“And I'm not laughing, get the fuck outta my way Sean—”

“You—”

“I believe she told you to fuck off.”

Sean's eyes snapped up over your head slightly, and you would've laughed at his stupid face had you not been pivoting around yourself, your eyes meeting a very familiar chin and you looked up, but Ally's eyes weren't on you but instead glaring daggers into Sean. He'd be ten feet under if she got her way with that look. You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it. (Maybe another version of it...)

“S-senator?”

“Oh, I'm not the crazy killer lesbian anymore? How disappointing.” when Sean could only stare at her like a fish out of the water, Ally stepped forward—a lot closer to you and you didn't have the strength to move or even look away, “I believe you were told to leave. Oh and if I even hear that you looked at or said anything to (Y/n) incorrectly, you're going to have a lot worse than a harassment complaint from a Senator to deal with.”

You didn't see him leave but you heard the squeaks of his sneaker and in seconds flat you and Ally were alone in the cereal aisle and you had absolutely no idea how to even breathe at the moment, much less process that she just saved you from...whatever that even was.

When Ally was satisfied that Sean was gone, she finally looked down at you—there was still a fire in them that you couldn't place but her brown eyes were softer than they were a few seconds ago, and you felt your shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

You cleared your throat, taking a small step back—but you still felt exposed under her unblinking stare though not in the same way you felt with Sean, it was the complete opposite, “Yeah thanks to you, so um thanks...a lot. Your timing is impeccable, but what are you doing here so late? Where's Oz? Is he okay?”

Ally smiled at you, shaking her head disturbing her always perfect hairstyle, “Oz is fine, or at least he will be, he must've ate something today at school and it's not sitting well with his stomach,” Ally rolled her eyes but not at the fact that her son had food poisoning but that he had food poisoning from the school lunch. She could only imagine that other children—reforming school lunches was already on her agenda but now she was seriously considering moving ahead of schedule.

“Oh no, how bad?”

“Not too bad...he'll be okay, I'm just here for medicine to stock up on,” Ally reassured you, her eyes flickering over your shoulder for a second, “What are you doing out so late?” and wearing that? She mentally added, but held her tongue because she knew that it wasn't her place to comment on your attire—not that she was complaining about it, but Ally just didn't like the way Sean was leering at you either. She was a hair away from showing him how she earned her title.

Suddenly aware of how much skin you were showing, and that your jacket fell open again but unlike with Sean you didn't feel the need to really cover yourself (even though you knew that you should've). You appreciated her eyes more than his...and probably anyone else's.

“Oh, I went to the gym and since I don't have any food at home...”

Ally chuckled, “Is this your way of asking for a raise?”

“No! No, no you pay me plenty...I'm just too busy to cook is all and then I'm just too tired to eat sometimes. College life.”

“I was teasing, welcome to adulthood. It doesn't stop,” you laughed along with her but you both knew there was truth behind those words.

“I shouldn't keep you, I know you have things to do.”

“You know, I doubt you're going to get a decent nutrient meal here tonight, especially shopping while you’re hungry...” Ally hummed, seemingly thinking hard about something before opening her mouth to carefully speak those words, “You're more than welcome to come home with me for a late dinner if you have nowhere else to be. I'd be more than happy to feed you.”

Heh. Feed me what? You blinked, mildly surprised with how fast your mind went straight to the gutter and you felt your face heating up faster than a house fire, and you had no doubt in your mind that your boss knew exactly what she was doing to you.

But she didn't, Ally didn't have one clue to what was happening in your mind because her own mind was a pile of scrambled eggs while forcing her eyes to stay above your neck. You were both very much still in public.

And the last thing Ally wanted to do was make either you a cliché, especially with her being a public figure in a male dominant career field, both in politics and her restaurant.

“Unless you had your sights set on cereal?” Ally coughed lightly, suddenly nervous and you realized that you'd been standing there staring at her like a moron this whole time.

“No, I'd love to come home with you,” you said cheerfully, meaning every damn word for different reasons, and you smiled at her, before your eyes widened when realizing how forward you sounded, and suggestive as hell, “For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

Direct result after two blunts...sorry if it's kinda lame tho lmao I went in thinking I was writing smut and gave up somewhere

[six-sanctuary]

Homecoming (Will Miller x Reader)

Author’s note: I’ve never written a fic before but was HEAVILY inspired by all the amazing content @lucrezia-thoughts and @charnelhouse generate (Super hope that's okay!) and wanted to try my hand at it and contribute to Triple Frontier Fr-saturday. (I know I'm a day late whoops)

Also I suck at proofreading I’m so sorry for any errors and hope someone enjoys this. Lowkey proud of myself for not being obnoxiously shy and just saving this to my desktop somewhere for eternity.

Anyways here we go no more rambling this is the fic. If I still dig it later on I might write some more in this lil universe either with Will/Reader or throw in some Benny/reader. Maybe even Santiago/reader if I can get his voice right.

Below the cut is 18+ only please and thanks!

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You’d always been there, and you always would. It was the sort of realization that crept up slowly on Will. Looking back he wishes he could count the times he counted on you. He wishes he could put it into something concrete like numbers, something that he could wrap his head around, but you were there even before the numbers.

You were there before he was shipped off to war, before he had to learn to count as he breathed, in… two… three… four… five… hold… two… three… four… five…. out… two… three… four… five…. You were there before he broke and crumbled, falling into a million little pieces he didn’t know how to put back together again.

He wished he knew the number of warm smiles you’d given him. He wished he knew what number it took for him to fall in love, whether it was the hundredth or hundredth thousandth soft smile. All he knows now is that so much time was wasted, and he didn’t want to lose a second more.

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You’d moved to Colorado a few months ago. It had always been part of the plan but that timeline got moved up when Will’s parents announced they were selling the house in favor of something smaller now that they were empty nesters. For a solid week, Will hummed and hawed about it, flip flopping back and forth. The thought of giving up something that was so integral to his childhood, something that had always meant home for him, was hard.

After weeks of his thinly veiled discontent, you came to a solution. After one of his talks, you sat him down in the dining room table of your apartment together and laid out the documents one by one. Rather than explain right away, you let Will take them all in, grabbing each one and skimming it before moving on to the next piece of paper.

“This is…. To buy the house?” Will’s thumbs smoothed over the paper as if in need of a reminder that they were real, that this was real. “My parent’s place?” His voice was thick with emotion, which never failed to bring it out of you. Rather than answer in words and risk your voice failing you, you nodded.

From there it was a lot of packing, a lot of hard work, but with the Delta Force boys help you two managed to get everything packed up in a hauler, ready to make the trek halfway across the country. The thought of being holed up in the car for hours on end with Benny made you the slightest bit nervous. The younger Miller was a bundle of energy and while you appreciated that most of the time, you were wary about being stuck in cramped quarters with the lightning bolt of a man. In the end the cars were split with you and Santiago taking Will’s Ford and Will and Benny driving the Uhaul.

You had a week of the gang’s help, well the gang minus Frankie. He had to head back a few days early to his wife and daughter. The others stayed, even Tom, though he was quick to point out several “serious”problems with the house that you’d need to look into. Despite that, it already felt like home. Sure it needed your and Will’s touch on the place, and a number of things had gone into disrepair as the Millers got older. At some point it had become too much for them, but it was the perfect project for a newlywed couple.

Not once did you regret it. Not when you were lugging heavy boxes up the stairs nor when you learned the roof needed to be replaced. No, each problem was taken in stride because you knew with Will by your side, you’d get through it. There was nothing the two of you could not conquer.

Soon the novelty of the new house wore off and with Benny back at his apartment down the street and Santiago and Frankie back home, you and Will fell into a quiet domesticity. You lived in pieces, your life wrapped up in boxes while you made repairs to the house.

Will, though he meant well, was not as handy as he claimed to be. After the shower incident that required a late-night call to an emergency plumber, your big Delta Force husband was relegated to the simpler tasks, or the ones that required his muscle. If a dresser had to be moved, he was your man, rolling up his sleeves and making it look easy. The same went for anything that required reaching high places (the uppermost cabinets in the kitchen were a real bitch). In the end, Will ended up spending more time turning the side yard into a garden while you turned this old house into your home.

After a month, Will had to go back to work. He’d been requested to give a speech in D.C., back to the other side of the country. As much as you wanted him to stay, you knew that this was important to him. You knew how much it mattered to him to feel useful, to feel good about what he did and so with a kiss to the cheek, you promised him that you’d have the kitchen cabinets all painted by the time he came back.

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Classic rock was softly playing out of the radio you had set up on the counter. Painting was boring work, even more so all by yourself. The radio made you feel less alone and so you hummed along as you worked. Stroke after stroke of paint was rolled onto the cabinets, breathing new life into the space. It was really mindless work and so your thoughts wandered as you painted. You thought about the home, what other projects you had in mind. If you finished the cabinets quickly enough you wanted to tackle the downstairs bathroom too before Will got back.

He'd called every night but it wasn’t the same as him being here. If you were lucky, you got him on FaceTime and got to see his face light up when you appeared on his screen. Even with the small image of him on your phone he was so handsome, golden and bright. You’d called him your Apollo once, god of the sun, and he’d found that funny. Ben was picking him up from the airport tomorrow and driving him home and then you’d have your sun again.

The opening of the front door snapped you out of your thoughts, your head whipping around. “Honey?” His gruff voice was unmistakable to you. Without a second thought your paintbrush was set down, dripping slightly off the drop cloth though that was a problem for later. Your feet carried you to him, flinging yourself into his arms when you saw him standing there in the foyer. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow.” You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the smell of him as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “We finished early and I wanted to surprise you.” It was definitely a surprise.

His hand moved from the small of your back to your chin, gently lifting it to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I missed you,” you breathed before stealing another. “I know.” He always knew. He knew every time he left you would miss him and he would miss you. You’d play this game and then he’d come home and reclaim you. One kiss turned into two, which then turned into three and four. Your hands moved to his short blonde hair, moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer, ever closer.

Leaving his bags at the door, you two tangled, desperate for contact, desperate for two to become one again. He picked you up, something you’d normally protest as your feet worked just fine, but instead you let him carry you up the stairs, deeper into your home, to your bedroom.

With a playful grin he tossed you onto the bed, nearly chuckling at the way you almost bounced. His amusement only lasted a moment before lust and his need to have you took over. He descended on you on the bed, lips crashing into yours for a heated kiss as his tongue grazed against your lower lip. He was everywhere at once, overwhelming all of your senses as his name repeated over and over in your head like a mantra.

Will… Will… Will…

His large hands held your wrists above your head, somehow managing the dichotomy of being gentle but firm, while his lips retraced every curve of your skin. Every time he came back the routine was the same. Will wanted, no needed to learn you again, to cover every soft spot that made you sigh to ensure you were the same as when he had left. He needed to know and so he kissed you, his trimmed beard tickling as he slowly made his way down your body earning soft moans along the way.

He only left your wrists when he got to your legs, separating them and placing one over his shoulder as you laid back on the bed. There he paused, looking down at you so bare and exposed and wet beneath him. It was hard not to move under his gaze. “God you’re so beautiful.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you whined out his name. He placed a less-than-chaste kiss on your inner thigh before moving closer, breathing in your heady scent. Licking your folds, he let his tongue circle your clit, smirking at the sounds leaving your lips.

He knew your body like the back of his hand and it took no time at all for him to bring you to that peak of pleasure. Closer and closer, more and more you felt your body respond to him, your hips rolling up against his tongue, hands fisting in the sheets or his hair whichever was closer. “C’mon baby,” he coaxed, slipping a finger into your slick heat, curling it to stroke the soft spot that made you cry out and shudder around him.

“That’s one.”

And you knew your husband would follow through with another. He collected your orgasms like some collected baseball cards, counting each and every one. No night ended with just one, leaving you spent exhausted and so satisfied at the end.

Wiping the wetness from his face, he kneeled next to you, watching as your breathing rate came back down, waiting for the sign that he could have you again. As you blinked the haze away, his hands trailed up and down your side, drawing absent patterns against your soft skin. The look in his eyes of restrained hunger made your mouth go momentarily dry, reigniting the flames of passion within you. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you used your other hand to reach for him, pulling him over you.

It was all the encouragement he needed. After tossing his shirt away, his calloused hands move to your thigh, hiking it up over his hip. You had only a moment to take in the sight of him, the well-toned muscle, the scar on the left side of his stomach, before you two crashed together once more. Your hips ground against the hard bulge in his pants, leaving a dark patch in the denim. You needed more, more friction, more him.

He pulled away only long enough to unbutton his pants, kick off his boots and rid himself of the rest of his clothing. Standing at the edge of the bed, he stroked his impressive length a few times as he admired your naked form. Then the wait was too long and crawled over you, lining himself up and so agonizingly slowly pushing himself into you. You tried to be still but it seemed your body had something else in mind as your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him ever closer.

“Someone’s eager,” he breathed, both of you knowing full well that neither of you had the patience to wait much longer. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, he moved, hips snapping into you at a quick pace, his size stretching you in ways no one else ever could. Your body molded to fit around him, your leg wrapping around him once more in an effort to guide him ever deeper. He bottomed out in you before pulling out and pressing into you again and again and again. Each motion put stars behind your eyes, the fireworks building to another crescendo.

You felt him get closer, the rhythm of his hips losing itself as he continued to thrust into you, hips stuttering as the pleasure overwhelmed. “One more honey, I know you have one more.” His low throaty growl in your ear was enough to push you over the brink, your hands clamoring for purchase on his back and shoulders as you cried out once more. Your core clenched down on him and it took only a few more hurried thrusts before you felt his hot seed shooting into you as he let out a low grunt.

His forehead rested against yours as he remained where he was, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. A thin sheen of sweat covered the both of your bodies and despite that you didn’t think either of you were finished quite yet. You had a full week of time apart to make up for. Will pulled his head back from your forehead to give you another soft kiss, this one lacking the passion and lust but more than making up for that with the love and affection he poured into it. “It’s good to be home.”

[obeymebabes]

Since I'm feeling emotional right know I wanted to know demon brothers reaction to MC who was mute and regain her voice her first words were I love you ( instert brother name) or if you could do the undatebale at that too minus lil Luke

This is so cute and sad all at the same time. I wanted to make this more angsty by having MC say it just before they left the program. :)

> The Undateables (Part 2) <

Lucifer

He was pretty used to you not talking. After all, you hadn't spoken a word since you arrived at Devildom.

Being the one to pick you for the program, he was fully ready and expected it actually.

That last night in Devildom though, when he heard you say the words "I love you, Lucifer.", his heart exploded.

Physically he was shocked, never having expected you to say a word.

Though he would deny it, he shed a few tears after he pulled you into a tight hug.

Mentally he couldn't process it. He tried so hard to bury his emotions for you. But he let them all go that night.

"I love you too, MC, so much."

Mammon

At first he was bothered by your lack of speech, and forgot about it repeatedly after that.

Eventually he got used to it, though he still forgot every now and then.

Honestly? He just wished he could hear you speak. Just once. Just to know how great you sounded. Not like it mattered to him of course. (That's a lie.)

The room was silent as you both were preparing for your last night in Devildom.

Mammon was trying desperately to hold back tears.

The tears started pouring from his eyes after you quietly spoke the words "I love you, Mammon."

He was so conflicted. Why couldn't you have said something sooner? Why did you have to wait until now? On your last night?

Levi

Levi got used to texting you pretty quickly. He wasn't the most outgoing demon anyway. It didn't bother him.

He was even more happy that you could understand his texting lingo, most of the time, at least.

Levi wasn't very happy about your departure. He locked himself in his room sulking for the whole week prior. He even avoided you to try to lessen the pain of imagining you leaving.

The night before, you made your way to his room, one final night with him. That's all you wanted.

To distract both of you from what lies ahead of you in the morning, you spent the night watching anime and playing games.

Eventually you turned to him, got his attention, and muttered the words "I love you, Levi."

Levi.exe has stopped working.

Error 404: Levi is malfunctioning. And now sobbing enough to fill up his fishtank 2x over.

"W-What!? A yucky otaku like me?? I-I love you too, you normie! Why can't you just stay!?"

Satan

He was rather happy about your inability to speak.

Mostly because he enjoyed the quiet times you both shared. It was calming to him. Knowing he had someone to listen to him vent about anything and everything.

Satan had low expectations when it came to trying to get you to speak, and he was perfectly fine with that.

What he was not fine with was your time being up here in Devildom.

The last night you both stayed by the fireplace as he read to you.

He picked a rather soft story. A tale of two lovers that weren't able to be together, much like the situation you were both in.

When he finally finished the story, it was quiet. You could feel how upset he was about you having to leave but he tried so hard to hide it.

"Satan, I love you."

He was stunned, a faint blush painted across his face as he pulled you closer to rest his head against yours.

"I love you too, MC. I always will."

Later that night while you were asleep in his arms, he wept, not wanting to lose the only person who made him feel this good.

Asmo

Oh this poor baby was an absolute mess the entire week before you were actually leaving.

He would go out just to get drunk on demonus so he wouldn't have to remember how much it hurt him that your time was finally coming to an end.

The last few nights he spent with you, he made sure to pamper you like a king/queen. You were his number one priority.

That didn't stop him from crying though.

He knew you couldn't shower him in compliments with your voice so your physical touch was all he wanted. He just wanted to savour every moment.

"I love you so much, MC. Even more than I love myself, which is a lot.~ I wish you didn't have to leave me so soon. I wish I could just kidnap you and keep you here all to myself!"

As you closed your eyes and held him tight to you, letting him sob on your shoulder, you whispered the words "I love you too, Asmodeus."

His heart fluttered, hearing you say his name for the very first time. A smile taking place of the frown he had.

Beel

Despite being a large and intimidating demon, Beel is quite the softie. He was always so gentle and kind to you, even knowing you couldn't speak to him.

Being the Avatar of Gluttony with a black hole of a stomach, he wasn't one to talk much either, as most often he was filling his face with food.

He had gotten used to you not using your mouth to speak.

The last night you were there Beel took you out for dinner. He wanted your night together to be memorable. He tried not to dwell on the future to come.

It was a great night, he didn't even cry. Though that was partially due to him drowning his negative feelings in food since he couldn't talk to you properly.

While you were walking back to your home for the last year, he told you that he would miss you.

"I love you, Beel."

He was silent after you said it. Trying to process your voice and words.

With a smile plastered to his face, he whispered back, "I love you too, MC."

Belphie

Belphie didn't get to spend as much time so he wasn't fully used to you not talking.

Not that he minded it, but the silence seemed to put him to sleep, which made him feel bad.

Your time was up so soon, and it didn't end well, so he felt guilty.

He wanted to make it up to you by staying by your side throughout the last night in Devildom.

The Avatar of Sloth spent the majority of the night telling you about different stories. In between short naps of course.

Just before you dozed off next to him, you whispered the words "I forgive you, Belphie. I love you."

An endearing smile formed on his face as he pulled you closer to snuggle with him. He wasn't going to let you go.

He didn't want to admit it, but he cried a few times during the night, having nightmares about the recent heartbreaking moment of losing you.

Why couldn't he have just been better to you from the beginning?

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Nineteen

Dark Crimson Rose

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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Another week has gone by and you have a mere eight days before Kuroko's syndicate comes to collect what they're owed- the bodies of you and your subordinates. Additionally, there has been no more information on Osamu's case. Kita explains that he's most likely gone by now. With his trusted word as the final verdict, along with yours and Atsumu's agreements, you decide to hold a funeral for Osamu.

The whole time you stick close to Atsumu. You hardly even talk to anybody else besides him, minus during arrival for polite formalities. Once the whole thing is over and most of the crowd has gone, Kita and Aoi approach you both.

"The two of you are welcome to come back with us for awhile. It might be better to spend the day with friends than to do it alone," he offers.

The two of you look at each other, knowing he's completely right. "Thanks, Kita. That'd be really great," you nod.

"Actually, would you mind heading to my place?" Atsumu asks. "I'd love the company."

"Fine by me," Aoi smiles.

"Alright," Kita agrees. "I'll drive."

Back at Atsumu's place, you spend most of your day hanging out with Aoi. She had taken the time to go through Atsumu's things to find something interesting for the two of you to do. When she finds an unopened puzzle, she asks you to help her out. Thinking it'd be a great way to distract yourself from the morning, you agree.

As for Atsumu and Kita, the two of them grab a few drinks and walk outside to sit on the porch. While you work on the puzzle, you glance over and see Atsumu with an axe in his hand doing god only knows what.

"I see you and Atsumu have gotten pretty close lately. Do you enjoy staying in his house?" she asks politely.

"Yeah, we have but it's nothing like that. We haven't done anything if that's what you're trying to ask. It's just nice to have the company, you know?" you shrug as you pick up another puzzle piece in an attempt to move past the awkward conversation.

"So the two of you are just friends then? That's it?" she continues to inquire.

"Yep, that's it. Really, it's nothing," you attempt to assure her.

"Okay, I won't ask about it anymore, but if it's not nothing then you should at least be honest with yourself, Y/N. It's okay to have feelings for him. It's normal."

"It's not normal," you finally give in as you play with the piece of cardboard in your hand. "Osamu isn't gone, well, not definitely."

"Y/N, we just had a funeral for him, don't you remember?" she sighs as she talks softly.

"The whole thing was a blur," you admit. It all went by so fast and left your head spinning like one of those insane carnival rides.

"I understand how you must feel, but we did have the funeral for a reason. It's been just about three weeks now since he went missing. He most likely isn't coming back. You do know that, right?"

"Of course I do, Aoi, but why the hell would I want to admit that? I don't want him to be gone. I wish he was still here, he can't just fucking leave!" you burst out in tears as you stand up and make your way to the front door to catch some air.

Just as you reach the door, the bell rings. Thinking nothing of it, you open it nonetheless and come face to face with Oikawa on the other side. "Hey," he smiles just as you hear the back door close from behind you.

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to almost knock you over," you smile awkwardly at him.

"That's alright," he nods to reassure you.

"Oikawa," Atsumu then calls out from behind you. "Something I can help you with?"

"I know we only just saw each other this morning," he begins, "but I wanted to come along and make sure the two of you were alright. Y/N looked really out of it so I just came to check up on her."

"Thanks for the offer, but I promise she's doing just fine. I'm taking good care of her, I can assure you," Atsumu says as he approaches you.

"Well that's good to hear," Oikawa nods. "Y/N, if you're feeling up to it, would you care to join me for dinner this evening?"

"Oh," you reply a bit shocked by his offer. "Sure, I'd like that. As long as it's alright with the others that I go."

"Kita and I are fine with it," Aoi smiles at you.

Atsumu, however, has a different response. "You came just to check up on her now you're taking her out? You can't just show up and expect her to do whatever you say," he scoffs.

"Of course not," Oikawa smiles his award-winning grin, "that's why I asked. And to be perfectly clear I asked her, not you. You don't answer for her, do you?"

"No," you reply at the same time as Atsumu says "yes."

"What?" you say with knitted eyebrows as you glance over at him. "You're not in charge of me."

"That's why you're staying here, isn't it? I'm supposed to be watching out for you, Y/N. Please don't just run off with this asshole. I know him well enough to know what he's planning."

"He's from our syndicate, Atsumu. His only plans are to make me feel better otherwise he wouldn't have come all this way. We just held a funeral, for god's sake. You think he's got malicious intent after all of that?" you say to stand up for yourself.

"Knowing him..."

Before Atsumu can continue with whatever bullshit he's about to spout off, you turn away from him and grab your phone from the table nearby.

"Thanks for the offer, Oikawa," you smile. "I'd love to go and I'm ready whenever you are."

"Right this way then," he says, stepping aside to let you pass. You then walk out, your back turned to Atsumu which means you miss the look of murder he passes on to Oikawa as he closes the door behind you. But in this moment, you don't care. Perhaps a break from Atsumu would do you good.

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