#she’s still not completely human but that’s okay 💕

[ocdhuacheng]

Falin and her tiny dragon 😭😭😭😭😭

[reiderwriter]

hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.” 

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered. 

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.” 

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you. 

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible. 

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?” 

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again. 

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.” 

���X– 

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands. 

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself. 

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze. 

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him. 

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth  you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again. 

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame. 

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth. 

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again  and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift  and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point. 

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms. 

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight. 

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation. 

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't. 

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.” 

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier. 

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder. 

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut. 

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.” 

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify. 

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired. 

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.” 

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?” 

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet. 

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.” 

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first. 

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.” 

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.” 

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side. 

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character. 

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar. 

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly. 

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself. 

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent. 

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy  and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night. 

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid. 

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets. 

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner. 

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there. 

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible. 

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself. 

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside. 

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt. 

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock. 

“Just a little. I think it's the dress  shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.” 

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination. 

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat. 

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps. 

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it. 

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects. 

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload. 

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side. 

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately. 

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.” 

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together. 

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion. 

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection. 

At least that was what you assumed he was doing  as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same. 

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure. 

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were. 

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still. 

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg. 

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement. 

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery. 

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise. 

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it. 

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room. 

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point. 

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?” 

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance  and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway. 

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you. 

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours. 

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body. 

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck. 

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?” 

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit. 

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves. 

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh. 

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner. 

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements. 

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips  this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you. 

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night. 

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you. 

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you. 

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually. 

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material. 

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there. 

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock. 

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you. 

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place. 

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss. 

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.” 

[ghostbustting]

Hiiiii !!

How are youuuu???

I was wondering if you could write something for early 2000s James Hetfield where reader is in her mid twenties but haven't lost her virginity yet because she is waiting for the right person and James just so happen to be the right person.

But like really fluffy too you know

You don't have to right it if you don't want to, I completely understand

HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAYY 💕💕

HIII I'm so sorry I haven't found a lot of time to finish the requests, I promise I'm trying to find as much freetime as possible to finish em all 🫶 over here stressed out by competitions 😭 ALSO THIS IS SO SWEET❗️

╰┈➤“𝑾𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻„ ๋࣭

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

“Okay let me get this straight..”

James looked at me with a raised eyebrow, his eyes slightly widening as he leaned over the small shitty dinner table I had in the kitchen of my flat, his hands placing down the metal fork and knife he was previously holding onto the plate where his food was still halfway done from being gone.

I chuckle to myself as the man in front of me ask me, "You haven't lost your virginity?" The tone of his voice and the look on his face shows a genuine hint of disbelief at the unanswered question itself.

”No..” I answered with a small sigh, a smile still on my face, faltering a little while I look down nervously. The answer that just slipped out of my lips itself has been something I’m not fully proud of, feeling rather embarrass of still being what they would call “pure” at my current age. Even though I have my own reasons behind it.

The way James’ eyes widened even more and his jaw dropped a little, I could tell that he himself did not believe my answer.

It was just another Saturday night, James had asked me to have dinner together in my rather small flat, what I thought would’ve been a big contrast to what his usual preference. I had only been dating him for almost a year now, and that fact alone still made me stay awake at night, wondering what the fuck I did to have him right here in front of me.

He and even his exes were everything I’m not.

Yet he made me feel like I’m everything he needs.

James leaned back and ran a hand through his short blond hair, his other hand taking the glass of water as he slowly sip on it, he sigh as he place it back down, his eyes gazing back up at me. “..But you’re—”

”Old enough? I know.”

He paused for a moment and furrow his eyebrows, head tilted. A small chuckle leave his lips while his head shook a little, “I was about to say a wonderful human being.” He spoke, his shoulders shrugging. “You’re seriously telling me no guy has ever tried it with a woman with a personality like yours?”

Looking down, I can feel my cheeks heating up— no doubt they’d be red at the moment. His words seems to be so simple, yet so genuine. I didn’t quite expect him to make a comment on my personality when I felt like finding a person like me was something not hard to do.

There never was much to comment about myself anyways. I always found myself to be someone predictable.

Chuckling softly, I look back up at him, “No, I just.. I don’t feel ready yet.” I slowly confessed, my hands fiddling with the hem of my shirt under the table, feeling the slightest bit of nervous with the topic.

”Scared?” He asked, in a way of asking for a ‘confirmation’.

”I..” I trail of and took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy breath as I smile softly at him, my answer coming out in slow soft voice, “I’m waiting for the right one.. the right person.”

His head nods slowly as a sign of understanding, a small smile on his face as he look at me. "What um.. what about me?" He starts, a hint of hesitant in his voice, I could tell he was going to ask something he might think was rather 'risky', my guess was answered when he spoke up again, "Do you think.. I could be.. the one..?"

The question struck me like lightning. I look down, processing his words in a loop inside my brain. I think about my answer again and again, the urge to say yes consuming my heart, making it thump slightly faster, meanwhile my brain told me to think wisely with my answer.

Before I could answer anyways, James spoke up. "—It's fine." He say, making me raise an eyebrow as he snap me out of my train of thoughts. "You don't have to answer it." A genuinely soft smile was on his lips as he look at me with those kind blue eyes, a different gaze than the one I usually see him use onstage.

"Just know.." His hands slowly reach over the small table and hold both of mine, "I really.. really love you." As the words leave his lips, it hits right into my heart instead, filling my stomach with butterflies when I can hear how genuine his voice sounds.

"Like.. I'm totally definitely absolutely obviously one hundred and one percent infinitively serious about this."

A small soft laugh leave my lips, my fingers wrapping around his own hands, holding each other's hands tightly as our eyes meet. I can help but feel a sense of warmth and love taking control of my body, the actual love held in his eyes becoming even more clear as daylight as time passes.

He then stood up and took our plates and glasses, his intention of washing the dirty dishes and eating utensil obvious.

I quickly stood up and hold the stacked plates and glasses from his hands, placing them back down on the table between us. "No need. I'll wash them myself later." I smile softly at him.

The man in front of me returned the smile and nod, "Then I best be going." He spoke, walking away from the table to grab his stuff, his shoes leading his way to the door of my flat, my own steps follows close behind.

We stood in front of each other for awhule, just sharing sweet smiles. My neck started to hurt a little from how I had to tilt my head up to look at him from his tall figure, but I could care less if it means seeing that smile of his he probably knew would melt my heart.

He took a step closer to me and lean down, his lips meets my pinkish cheek in a simple yet sweet peck, his voice gently saying, "See you tomorrow, sweet one."

I look up at him and smile slightly wider, my eyes never stops admiring the man I was granted with, "Goodnight, James."

His body slowly turned around from me, the door handle now being held by his hand as he pull it down, unlocking and opening the previously closed door, being greeted by the empty hallway.

At the same time, something was itching in my heart. Something that needed to be relieved but I just couldn't place what is it that my heart needed so bad.

It wasn't until his shoe lands a single step outside of my flat doorframe when my mind brought all my thoughts back to his question earlier, the question if I think he could be the one for me. Then, to the way he confessed his love for me, the way his eyes gaze at a deep layer in me that no other man have ever discovered, the way he touched and cared for me.

I couldn't help it.

"James!" I yelped out, flinching ever so slightly as I was shocked myself by how sudden and loud my voice came out.

The man turns around quickly, a look of concern plasteres on his face, "What did I do?!—"

His sentence failed to come out as I cut them off quick by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down, my lips attatched onto his while I drag him back into my flat, my leg kicking the door closed behind us. "I'm ready.." I mumble against his lips.

It must've took him awhile to process what's happening, but then I feel his arms wrap themselves around my waist, tight, pulling me flushed against his body as our lips move against the other's, the warmth of our bodies mixing in a lustful heat.

Our bodies moved on their own, his legs leading mine to walk further into my flat, all while still locked in the passionate kiss.

Every now and then, my back would bump into several walls we passed along the way to my bedroom, our lips never faltering in their move, the heat only increasing between our bodies.

It wasn't long until we reach into my bedroom, his feet kicking the door shut behind us as he gently lay me down on my bed, his bigger body hovering over my own as his lips slowly leave mine.

James' blue eyes gaze upon my body, my chest heaving up and down from how much breath he took from me just by one passionate kiss that felt like it lasted a century, which however still isn't long enough.

His hand held mine close to his face, his lips now pressing onto the skins of my palm, the facial hair covering his chin tickling my palm a little. Nevertheless, my eyes are fixated on him and distracted by how beautiful he look, taking care of me so gently.

My hand slowly cup his cheek and stroke his skin with the pad of my thumb, my eyes meet his as he press one last kiss to my other hand.

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” He ask in a soft voice, a big contrast to the one I usually hear him use to sing on the radio and records. “We really don’t have to..”

With deep breaths, I slowly exhale a shaky breath and force a soft smile for him. “My heart long for yours, James.. as much as my body long to be close to yours forever..”

A small happy grin appear on his lips as he sit up straight again, “Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

He whisper as his hand reached up and touch my red and warm cheeks, his face inching close and closer by second as his lips slowly find it’s way to mine, our lips locking and rubbing against one another in yet antother soft kiss.

Although this time, his other hand was busy travelling down my body, reaching the end of my shirt and slipping his hand in, his palm laying flat on my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips sending goosebumps on my arms.

"May I?" He asked, now holding the hem of my shirt and tugging on it lightly.

It only took one nod from me before he slip it off my body in a swift action, the sight of my bare body now in full display for him, the only thing covering my torso being my bra.

Which later on I find him unclasping as well, leaving my breasts to be revealed.

I never knew people's eyes actually do this in real life until I saw how his eyes actually sparkles with admiration towards my revealed torso, the blue in his eyes becoming slightly darker. "Shit.. you're a goddess.."

He mumbled as his hand caress the new revealed skins, my back arching ever so slightly at the feeling of his rough hands.

"Please don't stop.." I whined out, as embarrassing as it is to let out such noise like that. After all, I doubt I won't be letting out even more embarrassing noises later tonight.

His fingers then took a trip down to my pants, two of them hooking around the waistband while he gazes back up at me again, searching cautiously for any look of hesitation or regret in my face in case I wanted to stop.

Which of course, I didn't.

Seeing through my eyes like a window to my heart, he knew he was doing the right thing when he slowly pull down my pants along with my lace panties.

The lump in my throat became hard to swallow the moment the two last fabrics covering my body was tossed aside to the floor, abandoned and revealing my thighs along with my virgin cunt, not touched by any man at all. At least, until tonight that is.

Slowly, both of his hands place themselves on my knees and spreads my thighs apart, giving him a full sight of what he'd be taking care of tonight, my glistening folds enchanting him to take this further.

But he knew better than to rush me on my first time.

"Can I touch you?"

The way he ask for permission warms my heart, cause he knew damn well by the way I was already squirming a little that I was desperate for him.

"Please do.."

And so he did.

His fingers took a trip up and down my thighs, his lips pressing a kiss on my thigh, dangerously close to my heat that I can feel his fucking heavy breath right against my folds, sending a wave of shock up my body.

Yet the shock was nothing compared to when his fingers lightly graze up and down my folds, the light yet intimate touch only increasing the arousing feeling of lust that's burning in my heart like a flame.

His thumb was on my clit by the time he start rubbing gentle circles on it, a gasp leaving my lips at the feeling. I never knew it would feel like this. Yet it was all only his thumb, let alone what it would feel later on..

While his thumb continued to give love to my clit, two of his fingers find their way up and down my folds before slowly slipping past them, his digits entering my tight pussy.

I gasp even louder, my hand flying to my mouth to prevent any more sinful noises leaving my lips. But the way his fingers slowly pump into me did not help. At all.

"Fuck, you're so tight... so.. wet.." He muttered out, his fingers moving deeper yet gently into me, stretching out my insides as he knew just how to move his fingers properly, making the sweetest noises come out of the back of my throat every single time. “You doing alright up there? Does it hurt?”

My eyes look down at him, his lips on my thigh while his hand takes good care of my pussy, “A- a little but.. it feels..” I gasped out a moan, cutting myself off before continuing my words, “..good… so good…” I breathed out, my head thrown back as my eyes flutter close with how much pleasure those devils of fingers he have can make.

Those two digits of him moves so slow yet so nicely, my squishy walls hugging his fingers tightly, there’s not a single doubt they’d be soaked with my wetness by the time they leave my pussy. Not to mention how much wetter I got from the circles he’s rubbing on my clit, only going faster as time fly.

”James..”

Just then, he actually did slip those two damn fingers out of my pussy, causing me to be a whining mess, in need to release the tight knot in my stomach, my body squirming around and grasping onto the bedsheets.

My whines stopped the moment I see him take off his shirt, the toned torso he owns becoming visible to my eyes, encouraging that same flaming lust in me. I can only watch as he start unbuckling his belt.

Our eyes met when he toss his belt aside, "Listen.." He started in a quiet voice, "If you want to stop... just tell me, okay?" The genuine care in his voice was no doubt.

With a nod of my head, he took it as a permission to continue. That's when both his pants and boxers fall to the ground, leaving me with the sight of his hard cock, standing proudly before me.

A small gasp leave the back of my throat, my lips parting open in amaze of his not-so-disappointing size, my mind cannot comprehend how something like that would fit my hole.

"...You trust me?"

"I do, I really do.."

James smiles softly at me as he slowly gets on the bed, his bare body hovering over mine as his hands gently runs up and down my skin, which soon stops and fixated on holding both of my hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my skin while his lips press a soft kiss upon my forehead, my cheek, and my shoulder.

One of his hands went down to grab his cock, leading it towards my folds. My breath hitched the moment I feel his tip brushing against the entrance of my pussy.

His eyes yet again meet mine for what felt like the hundred times tonight, then... I feel him slowly enter me.

I yelp, my hands flying to his back. A wince was pulled out of me when he slowly push more of his length into me. The width of his cock was stretching out my walls, causing more wince to escape me.

"Hurts?" He whisper softly, kissing my hair.

"The fuck do you think..?" I winced out, nails digging into the skin of his back. "B-but.. don't stop.. please.."

A soft chuckle leave his lips as he slowly pushes more of his member, all while holding my body in his arms, chest to chest. "I'll be gentle.. promise.."

By the time he starts filling me up with all of his length, the aching in me starts to fade away, being replaced by a nicely overwhelming sense of pleasure. My winces turns into moans when my body relax and give in to his thrusts.

James stayed still in me for a while, letting my walls stretch and adjust to the new feeling of his cock in me, his lips never stopped kissing around my face, making me feel as loved as possible.

After awhile, I softly whisper into his ear, "James..?"

"Mm?"

"Please move..."

I never thought two simple words like that would be able to deliver even more pleasure towards my way. Cause the moment he slowly starts thrusting into me, a gasp leave my throat and my legs wrap themselves around his waist.

James grunted as he feel my walls clenching around his girth, his thrusts were slow and gentle, yet enough to pull out the dirties sounds from us.

My nails were digging real deep into his skin, no doubt leaving marks later. But I just had to hold onto him, or else I'll most likely crumble into pieces from how good he makes me feel.

His hands guided my hips to move against his own, accelerating his thrusts ever so slightly, but not too fast. "Fuuck... so tight.." He muttered out, shaking his head, causing a single strand of his blond hair to fall out of place and in front of his eye.

The new speed was gentle enough for me, but fast enough to make me lose all the dignity I had just a second ago.

"James..!" I moaned out, my back arched while my head was thrown back, endless cycle of moans coming out of me.

"Too much?—"

"More!"

"You- you sure—"

"Please!!" My fingernails scratched down his back, causing him to let out a loud groan from the somewhat pleasuring pain my nails caused him.

My eyes widens when he actually did fasten his speed in his thrusts, but still somehow able to keep it gentle.

When I look up, I see how much James was enjoying this, how much love he put into his thrusts, how genuine he is with me. His eyes gazes right into mine.

My walls starts to clench around his girth while that same knot returns to my stomach, "I.. I think I.." I couldn't find the right words to utter out of my trembling lips.

"C'mon, princess.. release with me.." He whispers, his hand reaching back to hold mine, his lips yet again placing sweet kisses on my skin. I watch as our hands fit perfectly well together.

Then, with one last final thrust of his cock.. I let out a moan of his name, my eyes rolled back while I feel liquid gushing out of my hole.

James pulled out of me quickly all of a sudden, his hand flew to his cock and start pumping up and down his length, groans and curses of his filling my ears. "F-fuck.. shit.. fuck fuck!"

White streaks of cum shoots out of the tip of his cock, flying straight to my stomach while he lets out all of his release, my own cum gathered on the sheets underneath my legs.

My chest rises up and down, I look up at him with wide eyes as I grab onto his body and pulled him close to me, wrapping every limbs of mine around his bigger body, breathing heavily into his ear while his own heavy breaths fills my ear.

"I love you. I love you so so much. Don't leave me.." I whisper into his ear, a slight panic in my voice as I realize the man I'm holding actually is the right man for me. The man that have a deep connection with me, our hearts and souls tied together in an invisible string all these years we haven't met each other.

"My heart is yours."

His voice whispers into my ear, a melody of love I'd cherish forevermore.

[sturniolo-rat]

The High Life Part 1

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 2

A/N: because I need a babysitter when I’m high and this is generally how it goes.

Contains: fluff💕, daddy k!nk

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“Matt, would you still love me if I was a worm?” Y/N asks, looking at him through a cloud of smoke.

He looks up from his game “You’re high as shit, but yes, I would, the fuck”? She’s always asking dumbass questions when she smokes. Matt doesn’t smoke himself, but he likes to be around to watch Y/N. Not only does she look really hot, but she becomes so baby, and he wants to take care of her. 

“Okay, but what would you do?” She looks up at him expectantly, looking for a very specific answer.

He turns in his chair. “I’d put you somewhere safe and find the wizard bastard that did this to you.”

Y/N shakes her head furiously. “No, there’s no wizard. The universe just took my human form back and decided I was actually supposed to be a worm.” She says, pulling the rolling tray onto her lap as she sits on the bed facing him crisscross applesauce.

“Alright, easy.” He claps his hands. I got this.” She pauses grinding her weed to lean in. This time, she’s hoping for a more pleasing answer. “I’m going outside every day, rain or shine, even if it’s a hurricane, and I’m screaming up at the sky and demanding the universe turn you back.”

Wrong again. “Oh, so you only care for my human body and not my worm body?” she says indignantly as she struggles to roll her joint.

He grabs her face and kisses her forehead. “Baby, please, you already know you’d have a 6-foot terrarium in our room” he takes her rolling tray off of her and starts fixing her shitty rolling. “but I know you’d be sad cuz you wouldn’t be able to talk. Hence my screaming at the universe.” He licks the end of the rolling paper and seals the joint up. “It’s all for you, my love.” And he holds the perfectly rolled joint out. He learned to roll for her recently. He can only roll joints thought because blunts are for losers, and Y/N doesn’t fuck with tobacco. 

She takes it from him, completely shocked. “Well,, I guess that’s nice of you?” Referring to his hypothetical screaming and his unhypothetical miracle joint rolling skills. “Since when did you know how to do anything even remotely related to drugs?” 

“Last week. I thought I would help my baby out in all her endeavors.” He cracks a smile, knowing he’s thoroughly impressed her. 

She spaces out for a few seconds, then Says, “Could I come outside sometimes?”

He nods, instantly, knowing that her brain just did a factory reset, and is talking about the worm hypothetical again. “Mhmm, I’d put you in my shirt pocket, and we’d go on dates, and I’d get you plates of dirt to eat.” This was not the answer she was looking for because it was so much better, and just so perfectly Matt.

“You’re amazing.”

He pats her head. “I’ll go get you some snacks and water, Lovie.” He leaves, and Y/N feels so comfy and loved. 

“Get my special cup, please!” she yells to the kitchen. The cup in question is a 40-oz stainless steel tumbler that says Daddy’s Girl. Matt knows she’s in subspace. 

When he comes back to the room, Y/N is all cuddled up in bed with the stuffed shark he won at the fair last month. He’s got her special cup in hand and his arms full of chips. He throws them all on the bed and hands over the cup. “Got your cuppy, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he never liked being called Daddy before he met Y/N. She just brings something out in him. When she’s around, he just wants to take care of her in every conceivable way. 

“Anything for you, Baby.” He sits beside her on the bed, and she lies her head on his lap. Matt feeds her chips as they watch Family Guy. It’s amusing watching tv with Y/N when she’s high because she can’t follow the plot story shit. He likes asking her what she thinks is happening and listening to her crazy, convoluted answers. 

Somehow, over the course of a couple of hours Y/N ends up sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. She cranes her neck and stares up at him for a while. His lips look so soft, and she can’t look away. Matt notices this and tries to focus her back on the show. “So, what do you think Brian and Stevie are up to right now?”

“D’know.” She shrugs and continues to look at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip.

Matt knows exactly where she’s going with this. “What do you need,

Love. You have to tell me before I can help you.”

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

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[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Okay I see your "if Hobie and Noir meet they would be besties and punch nazis together" and I totally agree with that! But also consider:

Hobie is Spider Noir's biggest fanboy!

Like in the comics he's like a HUGE Gwen Stacy stan and he's such a goofy little dork about it. In ATSV him and Gwen's relationship is more like chill friends, and I'm okay with that. But I think it be so funny that when Hobie was recruted into Spiderverse society and Miguel was showing him all the other universes with the different Spiderman variants he pauses by the computer screen with that one gritty black and white universe cuz he just saw some guy in a fedora and trench coat PUNCH A FUCKING NAZI!!! WHO IS THAT GUY?!?! HE'S SO COOL!!!

He asks Miguel a million and one question about the guy and when the old grump annoyingly shoos him away he asks Peter as he briefly met him during that one incident in Miles is dimension. When that still isn't enough he asks Lyla to tell him everything she knows on Noir. Now obviously Lyla has no obligation to do this but she's also never seen Hobie this giddy and excited over something other then music. Its adorable, he's almost like a little kid wanting to know everything about their favorite cartoon. Also she low key likes to annoy Miguel and Hobie's rebellious spirit that gets under her straight laced boss is skin which is hilarious.

You know when Gwen first met Hobie she was a bit intimated cuz he just had that "too cool" vibe about him. But as soon as she mentions that she has worked with other Spider people before, which includes Noir, he did a whole 180 and became a complete dork!

Hobie: Get out, you actually met him! 🤩

Gwen: Uh, yeah?

Hobie: How was he like? What did he say? Did he talk about fascist corruption that not only plagued the system back then but even now as well? Was he super cool during the fight?! 😃🤩💫😻

Gwen: ..........He was nice.

Hobie: That's so rad! ✨️🤟🤩

I also feel like, aside from Miles, Gwen keeps in contact with the other Spider peeps from the first movie and tried to recruit them into the Spider society but obviously Noir and Porker didn't join. Porker because he’s a cartoon that follows "toon logic" and Miguel's ideologies are too serious for his taste. And Noir because, and I quote: "The last I heard of a secret society designed to 'keep the peace for the greater good of humanity at any cost' a whole world war came about it. I know fascism when I see it, kid."

Gwen relays that message to Hobie when explaining why Noir isn't joining and Hobie's response to that is: "He gets it! He just like me fr! 😭💕"

I think it be really cute that in the next movie when they finally meet Hobie is kinda awkward and shy. Like this guy has never respected an adult in his life (at least not any that didn’t deserve the disrespect) and with Noir his all like "Hello sir" "How are you sir" "It's very nice to meet you sir!" And Noir is actually just a really nice guy if a little broody but he's heard so much about this kid from Gwen and how much of a good friend he's been to her so Noir already likes him on principle.

Hobie: Uh Mr. Noir-- Parker, sir! It is such an honor to meet you! The work you do in your universe is amazing and I hope to learn more while working alongside you however briefly.

Noir: Ah, Peter is just fine really, or Noir if it gets to confusing. No need to be so formal, we're all on equal footing here. I've heard a lot about you and your world as well from Gwen. Although it does sadden me that such a young man has to take on the burden of saving the world from such a corrupt society yet again, you're going about it quite well. War is hard and ugly and violent but you are amazingly brave to be able to stand up for what is right in the face of it all. If anybody is honored here it is me, for being able to meet such a remarkable young man like you. And knowing that my friends have made such honorable allies in the midst of all this chaos.

Hobie, externally: Yeah, it's whatevs 😎

Hobie, internally: Dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry YOURE GUNNA LOOK SO UNCOOL IF YOU CRY IN FRONT OF HIM NOW 😭💕😭💕😭

I just think it be really cute if they had a wholesome father-son sort of relationship where they shit talk corrupt government systems and punch fascists together. You know, regular father-son bonding!

(Also I think that's another reason Miguel didn't invite Spider Noir to the Spiderverse, cuz he knew that both of these menaces together would cause a bigger headache than its worth 🤣🤣🤣)

[javierpena-inatacvest]

She's Alive?!? (Alive may be a stretch LMAO)

HEY FRIENDS, IT'S ME 🥹 (Madeline fills y'all in below the cut)

Safe to say from the absolute radio silence on here for the past month and a half, life has been absolutely kicking me right in the tits. As of today (after telling my principal), I am officially done with teaching at the end of this school year. It's been the strangest feeling ever- while it is such a huge relief to know the tremendous amount of physical and mental stress that teaching has been for me is only 15 days away from coming to an end, it also hurts to think that the thing I once had so much passion and love for has burned out so quickly. I've been having such a hard time coming to terms with the fact that teaching isn't where I want to be anymore, and the teacher guilt in me about it is still eating me alive.

This school year has been so draining for me that the past month I have done the same routine every single day as followed: Wake up, cry going into work, try to make it through the day without having a mental breakdown from kids screaming/ridiculous parent emails/insane requests from the district/one of my kids threatening to bring a gun to school (yes, this did happen, and yes, it's the 3rd grade!!! 🙂), cry on my way home from school, look for jobs and change my resume for the thousandth time and cry again bc no one will hire me, and then go to sleep and do it the next day!! On top of that, I've just been dealing with a lot of other big life things that have taken up so much time/mental energy, I am legit crawling to the finish line that is the last day before summer break.

I will be completely honest with you when I say that I legit have not opened a Google Doc for NTL in a month and a half, and truth be told, I don't know the next time that I will. I truly do miss being on here and all of the wonderful people, and I feel terrible that I have been no where to be found. Thank you to everyone who's sent me a DM or an ask to ask if ya girl is okay, I really appreciate you more than you know 🥺💛

I'm really hoping the summer brings some new peace/inspiration to start writing again, but please know if you don't hear anything from me in the near future, either know 1. I didn't make it out of the school year alive or 2. I am sitting in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock letting all of the stress dissolve from my body until I start to feel like a normal human again 🥴

I love all of you so much, I hope that everything in all of your lives are going well and that I am giving each one of you a big kiss on the forehead and sending you all of my love 🥺💕

ALSO Y'ALL BEST BELIEVE I AM CELEBRATING MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL WITH A CORONA BC PEDRO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK 😩

[makittuu]

GUYS. GUYS.

I found this amazing fanfiction! It's going to be at the top of my lists for sure. It's a Steven Universe AU fic where an apocalypse takes over the earth; and corrupted gems and Spinel's pain are further explored 🙌

I drew Red, one of the characters from it! I absolutely adore the concept for this character; you should definitely give the story a read to learn more! 🙏 I really hope I did Red justice in my art 💕

Red belongs to @prophet-of-calamity

and here is their fic!👇

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50458486/chapters/127488331

She has a lollipop at one point in the story, so I drew her with a couple hehe!

Also, the writing is very masterfully done; it flows very well, is complex, and it's such a nice read!

FURTHER DISCUSSION, (IF INTERESTED)👇

Going into it, I was a little cautious, as I would be for any fanfic, just because it's about one of my favorite characters. Spinel is so much so one of my favorite characters that I really wanted to like the author's representation of her! It's obviously okay to think about characters however you want to. And to represent them however feels best to you! But going into this, I was really hoping to like the way Spinel was represented by this author! And I left feeling beyond impressed at the way the author handled Spinel's inner thoughts and the way she can be compassionate for others, but also feel trapped and overtaken by her thoughts and pain sometimes. She was never given the chance to fully heal, so it makes sense. And even if she were, she was hurt pretty badly; it's understandable if she never fully, truly and completely stops hurting over it. Healing isn't a linear path, and I think the author did a wonderful job of representing all of this.

AND OMG this story does such a good job of representing other characters in a way that feels so true to them too! Lapis felt so lined up with her character that I could even hear her lines in her voice as I was reading!

The descriptors and imagery throughout are stunning, and done in a way that made me feel fully immersed as I was reading. Even when I left and came back to keep reading, I felt immersed again as I got into it, which is hard for me sometimes.

On top of that, the author found so many clever connectors to link Spinel's character in with other events. I'm very impressed by it, and please go give it a read! <3

There's also a detroit become human reference in chapter two that really struck me, I have not heard that joke in a long time bahahahha 😭

I hope I came off the right way, I absolutely recommend this story! It's not completed just yet, but what's written so far is 100% worth a read all on its own, and it deserves to have a bunch of loyal readers! And it's so beautifully done, I'd still happily recommend it and believe how worth it of a read it is, no matter how long it ends up being in the end! Writing is hard and finding motivation can be difficult at times, and this author has done such an amazing job tackling this project, putting in so much care and developing all the characters so strongly! Even Red is developed so well that she fits in really seamlessly with the official su characters :)

Thank you for making it to the end if you did! :)

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 2; part 2: vancouver adventures

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

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bboeser lovely seeing you y/n 😊  | yourinstagram lovely seeing you brock 😊

_quinnhughes all i did was take a picture. the rest was all you, dumpling 😊  | yourinstagram 🥰

nicohischier 💕  | yourinstagram missing you a bunch nico ❤

user13 oh my goodness you’re so pretty!!  | yourinstagram awe thank you 🥰  | _quinnhughes right?

user11 what happened between you and luke? why don’t you guys spend any time together anymore  | yourinstagram distance i guess  | lhughes_06 if distance is the problem then move back home. i miss you 🥺  | yourinstagram it’s not that simple 😔  | lhughes_06 call me please? ☹

trevorzegras and you promise to keep that polar bear i won for you?  | yourinstagram of course. ziggy is going to keep me safe 😀

jackhughes we were in town. why didn’t you invite us?  | yourinstagram don’t like your girlfriend and she doesn’t like me 🤷🏻‍♀️  | jackhughes it’s just me and luke  | yourinstagram still. she wouldn’t have liked that 🙄

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_quinnhughes more than anyone, you already know this 😊  | yourinstagram of course huggy bear

elblue6 please pay attention to the road 😨

jackhughes where were you guy going and why are you in the back seat?  | yourinstagram i believe quinn is posting it on his page 😊 and I’m in the back because he made me 😔  | _quinnhughes i did not make you do anything 😂

edwards.73 he’s family. it's how we roll 😂

user12 this is the best pair. nobody can change my mind 😂  | user03 nah it’s definitely y/n and luke  | user12 they haven’t been posting each other though. are we sure they’re still friends?

bboeser i see the passenger princess treatment also transfers to the backseat now 😏  | _quinnhughes only for her 😂  | yourinstagram only for me 😉

lhughes_06 he loves you for sure 😂 who do you not have wrapped around your finger at this point?  | yourinstagram jack and trevor 😂 and cole is ALMOST wrapped around 😊 | jackhughes okay well that's a lie because there's literally nothing i wouldn't do for you 😏

user04 my question is: who gave who the finger first? 🧐  | yourinstagram quinn  | _quinnhughes y/n

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yourinstagram if i'm the sun then you’re the moon 🌑  | lhughes_06 if you’re the words then i'm the tune, yeah  | jackhughes if you’re the heart then i'm the beat  | _quinnhughes somehow together we’re complete, yeah

nicohischier 😍

jackhughes quinn + y/n = best duo

colecaufield 2nd pic is top tier ❤

edwards.73 where are your pants?!?!?  | yourinstagram i'm wearing a bathing suit  | _quinnhughes she got cold so i gave her the sweater

user06 I love how the boys finished the lyrics for y/n 😂  | lhughes_06 she forced us to watch it with her  | _quinnhughes she and jack did  | jackhughes it’s a good show 😂  | yourinstagram and you guys loved it just as much as we did 😏

lhughes_06 when are you coming home? 😔  | yourinstagram soon pookie. i promise

user12 such a lovely human being ☀

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[winchesterwild78]

I Can’t Lose You

Warnings: Angst, Language, Anxiety, Fluff, I think that’s it

A/N: Just a quick little story I thought up today. Going in for surgery today so not sure how much writing I’ll get done afterwards. I’m having carpel tunnel and cubital tunnel release surgery. My arm will be in a splint for at least 2 weeks. 🤦‍♀️

Characters: Reader-wife x Ben (Soldier Boy)-husband

Minors DNI 18+

All work is my own, don’t take it and over look all errors.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

You sat on your bed, face in your hands crying. Ben was pissed you went ahead and made the appointment to have surgery. “Ben, honey please calm down. I needed to go ahead and make the appointment. My insurance will cover the cost almost completely but only if I have it done before the end of the month. I’m in constant pain and can’t work.” You cried. “I don’t fucking care. You should have talked to me before you made the decision. Fuck! I’m not going to sit around and wait for them to tell me they fucked up and killed you. I’m not going!” He slammed the front door and left.

You sat on the couch in your shared home and cried. Ben was always so supportive of your decisions. When the two of you first met he was a little rough around the edges and still felt like your place was barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. It took some long talks and let’s be honest, fights to get him to think more like a modern man, but eventually he did.

You had a great job that you adored but the physical aspect was taking a toll on you. You fell one day and it really did a number on your knee. You went through physical therapy but it didn’t help. The last resort was surgery.

You know how Ben feels about hospitals and surgery, but there wasn’t any other treatment options available. You couldn’t blame him but you needed his support. You cried for a little while longer and called the only other person you could think of.

“Oi, how are you Y/N” Butcher said when he answered the phone. You sniffled and said “I need your help Butcher.” “What did the big baby do now” he asked. “I’m having surgery and he won’t go. I need someone to go and wait for me there and bring me home. Can you please do it.” You cried. “Yeah. I got you baby girl. I’ll deal with pretty boy later. Where is he?” He questioned. “I don’t know. We argued and he left.” “I’ll find him. You just relax and I’ll be there to take you.” He said before he hung up.

Across town your husband was downing his 3rd shot of whiskey. Several women in the bar were trying to get his attention but he was faithful. He’d smirk but nothing more. Ben loved you and loved the life you two had together. He was about to order another shot when he heard someone behind him. “Oi, jackass what are you doing here while your wife is home crying?” Butcher sat down beside him. “Leave it alone asshole” Ben growled. “No, Y/N loves you for some crazy reason and she’d do anything for you. She needs you now and you flake out on her. Some husband you are” Butcher hissed. Ben grabbed him by the throat and had him pinned against the wall. “I said stay the fuck out of it! I won’t go to the hospital and sit around waiting on those fuckers to kill my wife. I won’t do it. I CAN’T do it.” Ben confessed. Tears filled his eyes and he let Butcher go.

Butcher put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “I get it man. I really do. She’s gonna be okay. I’ll sit with you and wait with you. She means a lot to all of us.” Ben nodded and gave a slight smile. Ben and Butcher had been working together for a few years now. They forged a friendship that allowed them both to put each other in their place when they needed it.

Since Ben and you got married Ben didn’t volunteer for any jobs. If he was needed he would go, but he was content being at home with you. The one thing he couldn’t stand was the thought of losing you. He was a supe and you were human. You would age and he would not. That scared him. So when you opted for surgery he was afraid he was going to lose you sooner.

“Come on man. Let’s go see your wife” Butcher slapped him on the back. Ben stood, paid his tab and walked out with Butcher. You were cooking dinner when they both walked in. Ben crossed the room and hugged you from behind. You leaned into his body and felt the warmth coming from him. “I’m sorry sugar. I love you and I’ll be there for you.” Ben said while he placed his head on your shoulder. “I love you too Ben and thank you.” You said.

Butcher walked into the kitchen and smiled at you. You smiled and nodded a thank you. He clapped his hands together “so what’s cooking.” He laughed.

The next day you got up early to get to the hospital for the surgery. Ben was grumpy as usual for the morning, but he was being as sweet as he could. Butcher was meeting y’all at the hospital so Ben was going to drive you. Once in the car Ben took your hand. “I love you Y/N. I’m scared of losing you. I can’t lose you. You’re my world and I want to start a family with you. You have to come back to me today. You can’t leave me.” “Oh Ben, I love you too. I’m sure I’m going to be fine and once I recover I want to start a family with you too. I love you so much my Benji.”

He kissed your hand and pulled into the parking lot.

Butcher stayed true to his word and met you there. Before going back he hugged you and Ben. Ben was able to go back with you until they took you away. While waiting for the doctor Ben sat beside you and held your hand. “So how many babies do you want Ben” you smiled. “I don’t care. How ever many you want to give me.” He said. “We will figure it out” you smiled. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun trying. That’s for sure” Ben smirked.

The doctor came to take you back and Ben kissed you one last time as they wheeled you away. Ben went to the lobby to wait. A few hours later the doctor came out and told Ben everything went smoothly and you were in recovery.

Ben let out the breath he had been holding. The nurse led him back to you. When he walked in you were still sleeping. The nurse told him you would be in and out of sleep for a little bit. He sat beside you and waited. As your eyes fluttered open you saw Ben’s green eyes staring at you. You smiled softly and he said “hey baby. Welcome back.” He kissed your lips softly.

“Hey Benji. It’s good to see you my love.” You said sleepily. “You ready to go home, sweetheart” he asked. You nodded. About half an hour later you were discharged to go home. Ben took the home care instructions and asked a ton of questions. You smiled and thanked the nurse. Ben helped you get dressed.

Before you left Ben looked at you and said “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever known I could possibly love someone. You’re not only beautiful but you’re amazing. You’re stubborn as hell and piss me off but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I want to be a better man for you. You’re everything to me and when I see the future I see you and our family. I can’t wait to start a family with you.” Your eyes filled with tears of joy. “Oh Benji. I love you too. You’re an amazing man and I can’t think of anyone else I want to start a family with. I love you my Ben.” You said as tears fell.

As Ben wiped away the tears you knew you found your home. The place you were meant to be. Ben knew you were his home too. The place where he was safe and loved and would one day have a family.

Even though you and Ben were decades apart when he held you close that didn’t matter. He was rough around the edges, a complete jackass at times, and grumpy most of the time. Especially when he didn’t have his coffee yet. However, he was the love of your life and hopefully one day the father of your children. As the two of you got into the car and drove home you knew you two were going to be okay. No matter how many babies outnumbered you.

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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Baseball (& Other Disasters) || @tqmies💕✅

↳ Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met. Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldn’t) 

Let You || @waerie💕✅💯💯

↳ jisung would never let anyone ruin his game, so he says to his friends. but the claim deteriorates when you come. (stop this is the cutest jisung fic that i have read in this month. fcking enjoyed this fic so much with all of the cuteness)

Reminiscing || @ihaechans​​​​💕✅

↳ Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

April Showers || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ you never liked staying out while it rained, but perhaps you’d be okay with being all soaked if it meant being with him.

Caramel || @nctmiami💕✅

↳ jaehyun can’t wait to get home to you after a boys trip

Exhaustion || @xrenjunniesx💕✅

↳ moving houses is tiring, but it’s easier when you’re with your loved one.

Flustered By You || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

Fucking Up The Sheets || @ah-ga-seven​​​​🔞✅

↳ (no summary, but its just jaehyun casually fcking up the sheets.)

Rule Number 1: Don't Fall In Love || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅

↳ your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

How About Now? || @nctsplug02🔞✅

↳ Anon Req: Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

Lowkey || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.

Wicked Games || @cherryeoniis​​​​💕✅

↳ And even as your heart breaks, you can’t deny that having him against you feels like your own small piece of heaven.

After You || @ryozaki21🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Na Jaemin had it easy. Loved by everybody, the man of everyone's dream. He's a perfect mix of a charmer and a player. Girls begged to be his, and he loved every part of it. Life used to be so fucking perfect for him. Then comes you. You're like an old book, ink fading, cover tearing, but he swears you're worth the read. Before you, life was easy. After you? He wasn't so sure.

Blue To Orange || @seren1tyhaze🔞✅

↳ your break up leaves you with a plane ticket to Greece on a couples trip with your best friend and her partner. she convinces you to still come on the trip and you meet two strangers who leave you with memories of long nights under a stunning starry sky.

Dog Sitting Gone Wrong || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You were hired by a rich man to babysit his daughter, when you arrive you realise his daughter is a dog and you’re now dog sitting while he is out running errands.

Hotel Paradise || @jaesheart🔞✅💯

↳ you visit an exclusive brothel for the second time to satisfy your needs.

My Little Doll || @haechansdoll🔞✅💯

↳ Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

Sunday Sinner || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

The V Week Spy || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love. (get out, this literally screams the mafia game but sexedition. i love it)

Wanna Ride? || @onyourhyuck🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (if you enjoy reading biker!au's, yall should really read this series. cause sht was wonderful af and spicy)

Strawberry Sunday || @doiesfav💕✅💯

↳ You realized that your daughter would feel awkward with his own dad sometimes so you decided to do a picnic to help them improve their relationship.

Dirty, Little, Traitor || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ Wherein you asked your roommate Mark to help you out with rearranging your room but ends up rearranging you instead.

Ice Cream Thief || @tddyhyck🔞✅

↳ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

Safety Zone || @cherryeoniis​​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.

Finding Cinderella || @justalildumpling💕💔✅💯

↳ it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

*i think half of my reblogs for july for nct were all texts, and i am fine with that. so for this, imma rec the ones that had me choking on my spit from cackling.*

Getting Picked Up Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ Anon Req: "hi, can I request where the dreamies are picking u up from school/work? cause everyone at work was picked up by their partners and I’m here waiting for a taxi cab lol y isn’t haechan picking me up smh 🤦‍♀️ thank you so much! I really love your works, and I really look forward to your new posts, they make me happy! ^^" ("you can ride on my handlebars" i cackled a bit too hard that i choked on my spit.)

Pulling Another Member's Photocard || @onyour--ash💕✅

↳ (the title says it all. haechans is fcking too real. my guy i like looking at mark too. but also jaemin having a jeno collection, im ngl he probably does have a folder on his phone dedicated to jeno.)

Fuck The Police || @loudstan🔞✅💯

↳ Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: After a harsh storm, there’s always a rainbow. Pairing: cashmere lop hybrid!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: established relationship, hybrid au, parent au,  Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: grief, anxiety, jealousy(?), mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of periods, crying, doctor’s office (obstetrician) Word Count: 2,105 Note: thank you to my darling @raibebe for beta reading this 💕

Cashmere Lop Jaemin masterlist || Neo Hybridverse masterlist

Before You Interact

The past few months have been hard. Since your miscarriage in May, it’s been hard to process much. Of course, you’re still the best mom you can be to Miyoung. When Haeyoung, Donghyuck’s daughter, was born in September though it was harder than you could’ve expected it to be. You and Donghyuck are friends, but seeing the small Shiba hybrid made your heart wrench in the saddest way possible. Despite being beyond happy for the couple, you couldn’t help but remember that your little girl was supposed to be born just two months later but would never arrive.

Still, despite that pain you and Jaemin’s relationship still thrives. Between long hours at the hospital and your darling one-year-old, you still find time for each other. You’ve expressed to your husband that you don’t particularly want to get pregnant again for a while. The grief that still wracks your body is hard as it is. Of course, you’d be happy if you did anyway. You still want more kids, and so does he. That lingering anxiety of not having a viable pregnancy is terrifying, though.

About a month after you met Donghyuck’s little girl, you started noticing small things changing. You’ve needed to use the bathroom a lot more often than normal. Typically, that wouldn’t bother you. After having Miyoung, it was a common occurrence; this was even more frequent than normal though. Then the tenderness in your chest started. Miyoung hasn’t nursed in a while, but you still supplement her diet with milk via bottle. She’s completely refused it the past week. After a bit of research, you learned that a baby will only refuse breastmilk if there’s a hormonal change in the mother. That’s when you start to panic. The panic solidifies further when you miss your period.

That night, while Jaemin was taking care of Miyoung, you went grocery shopping and bought a few pregnancy tests just to rule it out. Part of you hopes you’re not. The fear of miscarrying again is far too high. By the time you get home, you find Miyoung passed out on your husband’s chest while her favorite movie plays on the TV.

“Everything okay, love?” Jaemin asks quietly.

You nod, “Really tired, that’s all.”

Jaemin maneuvers his way to stand up and walk over to you. Miyoung still passed out on his shoulder.

“You’ve been really tired recently. You should get some more rest between shifts.” he worries, placing a kiss on your temple.

“I will. You get this little one to bed, and I’ll take care of the groceries, okay?”

Jaemin nods. His blueish-grey bunny ears swish with the movement. When the fur of his ear hits Miyoung slightly, the smaller tan hybrid whines and snuggles closer to her dad’s scent gland at the base of his neck. You place a kiss on your daughter’s head before kissing your husband one more time. 

You busy yourself with putting the groceries away. Once everything is put where it’s meant to be, you see the box of tests staring back at you. Worrying on your lower lip, you shove the boxes in your (Jaemin’s) hoodie pocket and bolt into the bathroom. Even with the bathroom door now securely closed, you feel the anxiety bubble up inside you. You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and your eyes instantly fall to the necklace around your neck. Jaemin had it made after your miscarriage. The caps to the pregnancy tests you took were crushed up, and put in resin to make small pendants. One charm is blue, while the other is pink. Taking it in your hand, you swirl the pendants between your fingers. A few deep breaths later, you shakily take a test out of the box and get the process started.

Normally it takes a while to have the results show in your past experiences with pregnancy tests. This time though, the moment the test touches the bodily fluid, there are two dark pink lines. An odd mix of anxiety and excitement swirls in your chest. You shake your head and take another test out of the box just to ensure it wasn’t a false positive. That, too, instantly shows two very dark pink lines indicating your pregnancy.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.” You hear Jaemin call through the door.

“Y-yeah,” You call back, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

You put the caps on the tests and hide them in your makeup before opening the door. Jaemin is still there waiting for you.

“Where are they?” He asks too calmly.

“What’re you talking about, Jaem?” You chuckle weakly.

“The tests. I saw them in the grocery bag.”

He brings a hand up to your necklace and plays with the charms. Small tears start to well up in his eyes before he looks back at you again.

“I know you’re scared. I can smell them, and I just want you to be honest with me.” He sniffles.

“Jaem…” you start.

“I’m scared too. After…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, “Maybe this is our little rainbow again. Miyoung is a rainbow, and maybe…”

You take his hand off of your necklace and guide him into the bathroom. After rooting through your makeup, you hand him both tests. Jaemin’s grey ears flop down in his face as he looks down at the two very obviously positive pregnancy tests. He sniffles a few more times before throwing himself toward you in a hug.

“Another little rainbow.” He muses through a few sniffles.

You wrap your arms tight around his neck, “A little rainbow.”

After the emotional night that was discovering your pregnancy, you do everything in your power to stay healthy and keep your baby safe. You talked with your supervisor about your hours and wanting to take a few less just to reduce any possible stress you may experience. Of course, being rather close with your supervisor, she’s very understanding. She was the one who helped you get into the hospital during your last miscarriage, and often times she’ll bring over her little girl, Azumi, to play. Azumi is six while Miyoung is only a year and a half old, but they still play as though they’re the same age. When Doyoung brings Soomin and Taehyun around, the four are nearly inseparable. Your supervisor recently adopted a second child, Haruto, but he still needs a bit to warm up to his sister and parents before being introduced to more kids.

Jaemin’s been waiting on your hand and foot to make sure you’re comfortable. Every time Miyoung acts like you’re a jungle gym, you swear you can see him cringe in concern. Even though this is your second child (and fourth pregnancy), you’ve never seen Jaemin so hellbent on making sure you’re not doing anything you don’t need to.

At the current moment, you, Jaemin, and Miyoung are getting ready for your obstetrician appointment. The anxiety that grows in you is still very much present. The last time you got to this point in your pregnancy, you miscarried. Today you’re finding out the sex of your baby. Unlike last time, the Lee family is unable to watch Miyoung, and you can’t find it in you to ask anyone else to take on that task for you. From your previous appointments, it’s clear that your baby is growing well and healthy. Their heartbeat is strong, and that’s all you could hope for right now. Even with that knowledge, though, the fear of miscarrying lingers.

“You ready?” Jaemin asks softly.

You watch Miyoung toddle ahead of you, walking up to the doctor’s office. A smile grows on your face seeing the excitement in her movement accompanied by the bouncing of her fluffy tan ears.

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m terrified. What if we get in there and find out that…”

“Darling, don’t worry about that. We’ve seen on every single visit that they’re healthy.”

“That doesn’t mean things can’t-”

Jaemin kisses you to stop your words, “Trust that everything will work out. We’re doing everything we can to ensure you and the baby are healthy.”

Despite his words, you can see the distant flicker of worry in his eyes. He gives you a gentle smile before zooming forward to lift your daughter off the sidewalk. Your one-year-old squeals with joy as her day swings her through the air as they climb the stairs. That interaction alone made warmth bloom in your chest.

Once you’re called back and situated in the office, you try to explain to Miyoung what’s happening. Only being one, she’s very confused about why her mommy has clear jelly on her belly, and she doesn’t. When your doctor walks in, you watch as Miyoung waddles over to her.

“Hello, little one.” she chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since the day I delivered you.”

“Jelly.” she pouts.

“Huh?”

You hear Jaemin stifle a laugh.

“Jelly. Want jelly, too.” your daughter huffs.

“Oh,” your doctor chuckles, “Mommy needs the jelly to see the baby. You don’t have any babies in your belly, silly girl.”

“Mimi, come here. We get to find out if you’re having a brother or sister today!” Jaemin enthuses.

Miyoung immediately toddles over to her dad and climbs up onto his lap. Your doctor goes through the standard procedures that you’ve heard a million and one times. Still, when the wand touches your belly, you jump at the cool metal. The machine is muted, you can’t hear your baby’s heartbeat, and that makes your anxiety jolt inside you.

“That’s odd.” Your doctor states.

“Please don’t tell me…”

“Oh, dear, no, no, no. They’re healthy. They both are.”

“Both?” Jaemin asks, voice hopeful.

“Both.” She conforms.

She turns the monitor, and you can see two babies facing each other. Both have rabbit ears developing on the top of their heads. At the bottom of the screen, you can see both heartbeats, strong as can be. You turn toward Jaemin and see the tears brimming his eyes. Miyoung wiggles in his hold and turns around to hold his face in her tiny hands.

“Daddy sad?” she questions, clearly very worried as to why her dad is about to cry.

“No, baby. I’m not sad.”

She gives him a confused look before nuzzling her cheek against his. He smiles brightly and holds her close to his body.

“Would you like to know what they are?”

“Please.” You nod, trying not to cry.

“Looks like baby A,” she starts, pointing at the first one, “is a girl. And baby B is a boy.”

This time, Jaemin can’t hold back his tears. He cries openly, and Miyoung does her best to tell her daddy not to be sad. She still hasn’t grasped the concept of happy tears yet. You smile brightly and wipe away a few stray tears of your own. Your doctor congratulates you and reassures you that both twins are healthy and developing normally. After resituating your clothing, you take your ultrasound pictures, and the three of you head back to the car.

“Miyoung’s excited.” Jaemin muses, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I know. She’s going to be a great big sister.” You smile, taking Jaemin’s free hand in yours.

“I’ve been thinking of a few names already.” Jaemin smiles, “I personally don’t want them to have coordinating names… it feels tacky.”

“I agree.” You chuckle.

“I like Seojun for our little boy. I know we haven’t seen him yet, but I think it’ll suit him.”

You look back at Miyoung when you hear her whine slightly in her sleep. She’s perfectly fine. She just got annoyed with her fluffy ear getting in her way again. You chuckle slightly before looking back to your husband. His eyes are still trained on the road, but his side profile is enough to have you swooning.

“For our second little girl?” You ask.

“Chaewon.”

“You’ve had a list of baby names for a while, haven’t you?” “Of course! We’ve always planned to have more than just Miyoung, I had to be prepared!”

“I like both of those names. They’re already perfect, I know it.”

Jaemin gives a curt nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You giggle before falling into silence. There’s something lingering in the air still. The excitement is palpable, but there’s something melancholic that lies below it.

“You’re still scared something’s going to happen.” He notes.

“You are too.” You deflect.

“With two of them, it feels like more can go wrong.” He sighs, “We’ll do everything we can to protect our double rainbow, right?”

“Right.” You smile, “Our little double rainbow.”

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[undiscovered-horizon]

would you ever do a chubby/plus-size!reader? i would love to see and 11th doctor x chubby!reader where they go to a formal and it’s the first time he sees reader glow like that, since she often hides herself in baggy clothes.

kinda hurt/comfort vibes. ahh i feel like 11 would be such a romantic dork, feeling all star struck. 🥺 not understanding why she thinks she’s anything but the most beautiful person in all the universes. because that’s how he sees her 😭💕

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Doctor Who-inspired playlist

"Blessing me" - 11th Doctor x chubby!Reader

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.5k

Looking for an alien on an intergalactic banquet sounded like a blockbuster space opera but there was the tiniest detail that turned it all into a nightmare - being part of it yourself. Banquets, as it befits them, mean elegant people in fitted clothes and with graceful manners. In a bitter way, it was hilarious to you as it seemed like banquets were everything you didn't have. Nevertheless, it wasn't something you could just opt out of - you signed up for the charming and deranged yourself.

Sometimes being clothed felt worse than being naked and you were painfully aware of that at the moment. Maybe most of your skin was underneath the material but still, it felt like it creased and tightened in all the wrong ways and places as if it sprouted a mind of its own that was determined to make you look the worst way possible; like it wanted to show the entire universe just how ungraceful or inelegant you were, how out of place. The dress itself was absolutely gorgeous: pion purple velvet, leg slit, cleavage... It truly looked taken straight from a magazine cover. Except you could hardly call yourself a cover girl.

The moment he heard the creak of the hinges, the Doctor moved away from the side of the TARDIS that he had been leaning against. His expression became worryingly blank when his eyes fell on you: he could either be a victim of a storm of chaotic, dismembered thoughts or a complete lack thereof. It was hard to tell which one. For some reason, it looked like he was frozen in time for a moment, with no movement or even blinking. He just... stared.

"Do I... look okay?" you asked hesitantly.

The Doctor suddenly shook awake. Immediately, his eyes wandered off and he refused to look at you again. Still, putting on a brave and certainly aloof face, he clasped his hands and turned in the direction you two should be heading:

"Yes, right, lovely. Let's go."

He just began walking away without a care in the world, more interested in the imminent danger than you. His remarkable lack of engrossment sprouted a sinking feeling in your stomach like a lead globe pulling you underground, the dread stealing your ragged breath.

"Oh God, he can't even look at me," you whispered to yourself. Your day was about to get worse as if it wasn't bad already.

Not having much experience in walking in heels, you were doing a silly, fearful trot trying to catch up with the Doctor and his long strides. But your attempt at running wasn't the only silly thing - you felt it was all of you. Finally daring to wear something else than loose jeans and a jumper only to remember why it was your exclusive clothing choice in the first place.

The ballroom was filled with aliens most of which you'd never seen before even after all this time and adventures with the Doctor - your world was still tiny. The place was packed. Every person you laid your eyes on looked fascinating even if not exactly beautiful by human standards. They left a lasting impression that made you all the more conscious about your own outstanding looks. Not the good outstanding, to be clear.

"So, looking for an alien, right?" You tried your best to seem unbothered and collected. Whether you were successful or not, Doctor's attitude remained the same: avoidant.

He was answering you while squeezing past various alien specimens in relatively elegant attire. It was difficult to hear what exactly he was saying as laughter and music echoed through the ballroom. "Yes. Well, no. An android built by an alien."

"Tomato, tomato. We're still looking for something not human on an intergalactic charity ball. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The Doctor stopped abruptly. You were watchfully following his gaze and it felt like time slowed down as you saw him glance at you and hurriedly look away. He was nervously rubbing his hands. "Well then, let's find a magnet. Shall we?"

As if he wasn't a strange enough man already, the Doctor's behaviour only became more bizarre. Sometimes you'd notice, out of the corner of your eye, his curious but reluctant gaze as if he wanted to look at you but didn't want anyone else to know. Perhaps, he didn't want you to know.

The dread only continued to pull you towards the ground, the tips of your fingers turning cold and trembling. A panic raised in your chest, and obsessive thoughts kept rushing you to just go, just leave and disappear - like you were never meant to be in this place at this time.

The aforementioned lead sphere kept dragging you and dragging until you've known nothing else except desperation and panic. You needed to know the reason, to either burn in shame or laugh at your far-fetched conclusions. Whatever the answer was, you had to end that dreadful silence.

"Why won't you look at me?" you asked him.

"What? I am looking at you, what are you on about?" Despite his reassurance, he hardly gave a glance vaguely in your direction.

He kept on leading you through hotel-like corridors, guiding you to a destination he never thought to disclose. The Doctor's attention was focused on the painfully mundane furnishing: ferns, brackets, dusty oil paintings, nauseating carpets and doors that had been repainted a little too many times.

"See? Even now, we're talking and you're staring everywhere but at me. If I look hideous, just say it and let's get over it."

"Hideous?" he repeated as he suddenly stopped walking. He looked over his shoulder at your but only for a short moment. "Of course you don't look hideous, why would you say that?"

"Well, I'm not blind," you said as you vaguely pointed at your body. It was a nice euphemism, a lot less raw and honest than consciously thinking about the graceful, elegant aliens you were surrounded by. "Which is exactly why I noticed you've been refusing to look me in the eye ever since we got here. Why's that? Just... just be honest. For God's sake, just tell me why."

"Because I can't!" he suddenly raised his voice. Whatever nerve you struck, it was a quite prominent one.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both I suppose."

"But... why?" Perhaps if it was so difficult to get an honest answer from him, you shouldn't want to learn it, after all. Maybe there was a reason he kept circling around the truth.

"A Christmas tree!" he exclaimed with excitement. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly. "Everyone loves a Christmas tree. It's lovely, it's gorgeous. Very distracting. Best not to look at it if you've got work to do."

"I'm... distracting?" Although he made it sound fairly good, a distraction could hardly be considered an advantage of any sort. Especially in your current line of business.

"A lot more than I'm willing to admit. Now come on, we've got the universe to save."

The Doctor was about to turn around and probably run off straight into the jaws of danger hiding behind the corner but you grabbed his arm. "No, hold on a minute. You're not going to elaborate?"

"I think I made myself clear, didn't I?"

"Not exactly. 'Distracting' is a little ambiguous, don't you think? Do you mean good distracting or bad distracting? Butterflies of mosquitos?"

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. His eyes stared at your face in a manner so intense, so passionate, it nearly made you want to look way as if his gaze could burn through your skin. The Doctor was bursting at the seams, all the words he hadn't said seeping through.

"I mean distracting as in the whole universe could implode and I wouldn't care because you're here. 'I could die a happy man because I've seen you' kind of distracting."

Your mind was filled with static and even that was an understatement. Maybe you heard him wrong? Or he never said anything close to admiration and you were simply overinterpreting his intentions? Silently, you stared at him. For the first time that day, he also stared at you as if he finally gave in to an urge. At that moment, his eyes dared not look away.

"You keep on blessing me and it makes my mind go all stupid and it's distracting. Does that settle it?"

"Yeah," you answered although you didn't quite believe your own words. Truth be told, you weren't sure what to say or think. How does one accept such a confession? "Yeah, I think it does."

A distant crash and blood-chilling scream distracted both of you from the intimate words. Maybe, in some funny way, it was the android that found you, instead of the proper way around.

"Great! Now let's go on a little hunting trip."

Perhaps his eyes couldn't stay on you but his thoughts never left your side.

[zepskies]

hi zep!! i hope your day is going well 😊 i wanted to ask and see if you could give some tips for writing Dean (more specifically in the Midnight Expresso verse), i love that series and i need serious tips on how to capture Dean 🙏

Hey there lovely Becca!! I'm doing great. I hope you are too! 🥰

Aww, thank you so very much for reading the Midnight Espresso verse!! That series is very personal and special to me. (I actually have yet another story rattling around in my head for it.)

However, my approach to writing Dean Winchester remains the same across the board, whether it's the Espresso-verse or regular canon. It's just a matter of how he'll react in certain situations based on his personality. I try to keep a few points in mind:

Dean is gruff, but he's still playful.

He can be cocky and teasing, especially when he has a partner he can be comfortably himself with (my own headcanon). I think he'd often be teasing, in that insufferable, endearing way of his. 😏

But if he's grumpy and serious, which he can also be at times, then I've had a lot of fun with making the reader tease him out of it, being warm and playful until he cracks. 😂

I did this recently in "A Little Danger." (Beware minors, there be smut.)

Dean is naturally a giver.

I think we can all agree on this. And in particular for the Espresso-verse, that reader is a giver as well. I wanted to match Dean with someone who dotes on him, takes care of him the same way he takes care of others, like Sam.

Dean's not used to being the one who's taken care of, which can either cause some friction, or take him by surprise in a good way, followed by intense gratefulness.

He's got a gruff exterior (another aspect of his personality I love), but he has a soft interior when it comes to the ones he loves. 💓

He wants to make sure "they're okay." Whether that means making them a home-cooked meal when they have the time for it in the bunker, or being a generous lover.

Dean is a protector.

He can be physically protective, even when he knows you can protect yourself. Not in a misogynistic way. That's just who he is. He protects Sam the same way, even though he's a complete and utter badass, just like Dean.

But something I touch on in the Espresso-verse is my own headcanon -- that Dean is also emotionally protective of his partner.

He cares about how she sees herself when her ex brings up trauma from her past. (The story is called Show Me.) Dean cares about how comfortable she is with him, and if she's falling into bad mental habits of the past. 💞

Just as she's one to be his emotional safety net, he provides the same comfort, safety, and security for her.

Dean doesn't see himself as worthy.

This is also a common trait of Dean's that many of us explore as writers. In general, he can be self-deprecating and less than positive about his own self-worth.

In fairness, he's done some messed up shit that's taken him to as close to "monstrous" as you can get, but he's always been able to bring himself back to as much of what makes him human as he can (with Sam's help).

In the Espresso-verse, she's helped him curb this idea -- that "he's not good for her." That she's crazy to stay with him, especially with all the shit he and Sam get dragged into. He's scared of one day being the reason she gets hurt.

And yet, this is part of what makes Dean a good man.

Thank you for your question! If you want any additional headcanons/tidbits on Dean, just let me know. I love these kinds of questions. 💕

[anamazingangie]

gauche // Rhaenyra x Daemon 🐈

🐈 Rated E 🐈 39.5k words 🐈 Complete 🐈 by AmazingAngie 🐈

This beast is a lighthearted modern AU in which the universe gives Daemon a cat, who turns into Rhaenyra, who turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. There is an adjustment period though, because she is kind of hard to explain- and she also makes him really really hard.

The story is told over nine chapters, mostly from Daemon POV but with insight from his assistant, chef, and maid who all have thoughts on the pretty girls peculiar behavior. AND includes a lil epilogue! :)

Official Summary:

Daemon finds a kitten in the pouring rain and he isn’t a monster, ok? He didn’t expect to keep it. And he DEFINITELY didn’t expect it to turn into that.  Or: Rhaenyra is a cat until she’s not

tags: Modern AU, Familiars, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Attempt at Humor, daemon's unique moral compass, when you're so lonely the universe gives you a cat and then she turns into your girlfriend, surprise it has a plot now and somnophilia and incest!, rhaenyra is a human for the vast majority of this fic, her cat characteristics are emotional not physical, rhaenyra hates clothing and is hungry for cream

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Individual chapter summaries and banners below the cut!

🐈 Chapter One 🐈

In which Daemon discovers a cat and is feels too guilty to leave it behind to shiver in the cold rain.

...and in which he wakes to discover the cat is no longer a cat at all.

🐈 Chapter Two 🐈

When he had regained the ability to move, Daemon scrambled out of bed, pushing the girl off his legs in the process. She tumbled into his bedding and looked up at him, her forehead creased into a frown.   “I wanted the cream.” She whimpered, her gaze pleading, as she reached towards his dick which was very  confused, but still very hard. It almost looked proud, as if its height was a testament to the perseverance of mankind and his personal libido.  He brushed her hand away and pulled a sheet up to cover himself somewhat, even though the girl seemed unconcerned with nudity. She was naked too, and fuck if it wasn’t glorious. Truly, It said a lot about just how fucking hot she was that he was distracted by that and not the fact she had been a cat just a few hours ago. 

🐈 Chapter Three 🐈

Daemon is forced to leave her behind while he tends to a work emergency. His assistant is unimpressed when tasked with finding clothing for the girl. Especially when Daemon offers a bra size estimate and nothing else.

Plus! chef!Laena and her POV on the pantless girl in Daemon's apartment.

🐈 Chapter Four 🐈

Rhaenyra is unimpressed with her new wardrobe. Daemon is TOO impressed in her new underwear. A trip to Macy's is made to buy something more modest- but it ends in his humiliation, too.

Rhaenyra is unfazed and delighted to finally get the collar she has been asking for.

And they both ask google some questions about her.

🐈 Chapter Five 🐈

“Have you ever had a bath before?” He asked the girl, who nodded, “When I was a human.”  Oh good. So her last memory of water was hopefully a positive one.  “Do you want a bath now?” He asked, but her eyes narrowed like it was a trap.  “No.” She said, firmly.  “Human’s take baths, Rhaenyra.” He said, equally firm.  She brightened considerably, “Oh—so we’d take one together?”  “No. Definitely not.”  She was back to glaring. “Why not?”  His mouth opened and closed, “It’s inappropriate.”  Still glaring, “Why?”  How could he possibly explain this to her?  “It’s something people in relationships do.”  She looked nonplussed, “We’re in a relationship. I’m your pet.”  “It’s—people who don’t have a sexual relationship don’t bathe together, Rhaenyra.”  She smiled, “Okay—so we’ll have sex first!”  “No.” He insisted. 

🐈 Chapter Six 🐈

Day two with his Rhaenyra. Humanity is returning to her brain at last, she is still a handful but she is one who remembers where she came from.

Or, rather, who her father is.

It's someone Daemon knows too. Sort of. Because they are technically brothers.

🐈 Chapter Seven 🐈

“Rhaenyra.” He hissed, only to get a sleepy. “Hmmm?” In response.  “Did you pretend to be asleep just to get out of wearing clothes?” He asked, almost aghast.  He felt her shift, tilting her head so she could shower his chest in kisses.  “That isn’t an answer.” He said firmly.  “Don’t be mad at me,” she pleaded, followed by,  “It isn’t my fault that it worked.”  He snorted. “I’m not mad at you.” He said, and he meant it—he was mad at himself for falling for it.  He sighed, stroking her soft hair and enjoying how warm she was. How could he possibly be mad at that? “Goodnight, kitten.” He said, as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.  He was almost looking forward to the morning. To spending more time with her. God he really was fucked.  But as long as he didn’t actually fuck her it was fine.  Or, that was what he told himself—it helped him sleep at night.

🐈 Chapter Eight 🐈

Daemon's maid comes to tidy things and ends up dirtying someone's mind in the process. Rhaenyra might have hissed at the vacuum cleaner and her offer to help change the sheets went unaccepted when she refused to stop sitting on the sheets.

Meanwhile, Daemon's dick is very confused. It isn't helped by Rhaenyra's incessant texting of her new discoveries (and photos) found while googling human cream.

🐈 Chapter Nine 🐈

“I want kittens.” She told Daemon, pouting up at him from her place on the floor. He was nearby—on the couch—on his laptop—ignoring her.  The jerk.  Sometimes she mourned the days where she could show her displeasure by peeing on things. She knew that was inappropriate human adult behavior but ugh. How else was she supposed to train him? “Daemon.” She reached out, tickling the bottom of his foot to get his attention and giggling as he jerked and swore, laptop slipping onto the cushion beside him.  Good.  “I want kittens.” She repeated now that she had his attention. The ones surrounding her at that moment obviously didn’t count. They were from the rescue, under her 24/7 at home care given their small size and age. It was a responsibility she was soon granted, given the creature's obvious ease around her, no matter what background they came from. But they weren’t hers.  Daemon shook his head. “You are enough for me, kitten, I can’t handle another.” He said.  That was their deal—she could foster kittens but not adopt any. Not yet. But obviously, she wasn’t talking about real kittens. She huffed, turning back to the fluffy tabby that had crawled onto her chest. It butted against her breast and wailed. She sighed apologetically, “Sorry, I can’t make cream like daddy does.”  Daemon made a strangled noise behind her, whether to the reference to cream or to him being a daddy, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really care. She was distracted, stroking the kitten that nuzzled more insistently against the little nub that protruded from the printed cotton of her bra.  I can’t make cream like daddy does, yet. She thought to herself.  Maybe soon, though.

those give you a taste but as i said, the whole thing is on ao3!

comments mean a lot as do likes and reblogs :)

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[profound-bouquetbird]

Hello! ✨️

Can I request a long fluffy & smut (only lime!) oneshot with prompts: "U-um, Y/n? C-can I p-please t-touch your breasts?", “Hunter… You k-know we’ve been d-dating for a long time now. It’s o-okay if you want to touch me sometimes. If you want to— you know, t-touch my breasts or something… Y-you’re allowed to.”, “A-are y-you s-sure, Y/n?”, [But he is way too shy to just do it. She shyly grabs his hands and gently puts them on her bare chest made his face went completely red with steam coming out of his ears.], "H-hunter, you’re a-allowed to m-move your hands. Y-you can f-feel all you want. P-please gentle with me.”, “W-Woah they’re so soft…”, “S-Sorry, what am I-I supposed to do again?” and “J-just.. l-lick and suck t-them you want, H-hunter.” about ageup!Hunter (TOH) touchs his shy!female!human!reader's breasts for the first time in guest room at Luz's house when everyone was gone for movie night? I live for flustered ageup!Hunter! 💕 Please?? 👉👈

Gahdayum- I honestly just absolutely love this request. Anyway, as to not make this a/n longer im going to be starting the oneshot now

Oh yeah, this was not proof read

Hunter and Y/n were currently sitting on the couch, that was located in the guest bedroom, Hunter was just playing with Y/n's hair while she was scrolling through her phone

But Hunter suddenly got a lewid idea, that made his face turn bright red. He stopped playing with Y/n's hair, making her stop and turn towards him with a questioning gaze

"What's the matter Hunter?" She asked, turning off her phone and putting it to the side. Hunter's face seemed to get brighter as he only turned away from her

"No-nothing." He stuttered, Y/n frowned and sighed, putting a hand on his back as she looked at the back of his head

"You know you can tell me anything." She said, smiling lightly towards Hunter, even though he wasn't able to see the smile

"U-um, Y/n?" He started, she hummed in response, making him take in a shaky breath, "C-can I p-please t-touch your breasts?" Her eyes widened in shock as she blushed heavily, but she still found the strength to reply

"Hunter... You k-know we've been d-dating for a long time now. It's o-okay if you want to touch me sometimes. If you want to— you know, t-touch my breasts or something... You're allowed to." She said, Hunter turned around to face her looking in to her eyes, seeming mesmerized as he opened his mouth to speak

"A-are y-you s-sure, Y/n?" He asked, Y/n smiled as she could feel her cheeks flaring up

"I'm sure, Hunter." She said, Hunter seemed to pause as his gaze switched from your eyes to your chest, you could practically see his blush grow, but he seemed... Hesitant

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand gently as she lead it under her shirt. Hunter let out a shaky breath, squeezing her breast lightly, she laid on her back, letting out a soft moan

Hunter freezed as he was too scared to move his hand, he though that if he were to move his hand an inch that he would hurt his girlfriend, Y/n seemed to notice this as she rugged on Hunter's hand slightly

"H-hunter, you're a-allowed to m-move your hands. Y-you can f-feel all you want. Just p-please be gentle with me." She stuttered, getting her hand out of her shirt as Hunter's hand started to roam freely

Hunter was massaging her boobs lightly as she closed her eyes, smiling warmly as she put a hand on Hunter's shoulder

"W-Woah, they're so soft..." He mumbled, Y/n laughed lightly as she watched Hunter staring at her chest, watching his hand underneath her shirt

"You know, you can l-lick them if yo-you'd like." She stuttered, Hunter switched his gaze, so that now he was looking at her. With wide eyes he pressed his lips together to make a thin line, but he sighed and got up

Hovering over her he lifted up her shirt slightly, grabbing one of her breasts he looks towards her with an embarrassed look

"S-sorry, what am I-I supposed to do again?" He asked, starting to massage Y/n's boobs lightly as he waited for her answer

"J-just.. l-lick and suck t-them if you want, Hunter." She sighed, the boy above her nodded s he ducked his head down. Opening his mouth he started to leave light kisses on her chest, making the girl beneath him giggle and moan slightly

Hunter then put one of her nipples in his mouth as he started to lightly suck and lick the area, whilst the other boob was being massaged by hunters hand

Y/n moaned lightly, putting a hand in hunters golden locks, grabbing a fist full of his hair as she rugged lightly, as to sign for hunter to switch

And he did, letting go of the boob as he went to treat the other in the same manner. Y/n but her lip as she scratched Hunter's scalp slightly

But the two or them were caught off guard when they hearf the front door open and a familiar voice yelling

Hunter quickly got off of Y/n, pulling her shirt down he quickly wiped his mouth and laid down next to her, wrapping a hand around her waist. Y/n quickly picked up her phone as they pretended like nothing had happened

"Y/n, Hunter!" They heard Luz yell

"Yeah?" They yelled back, they could hear footsteps as the door to the guestroom opened

Running down the stairs she quickly jumped in front of them

"You guys will not believe what plot twist this movie had!" She yelled in excitement

"Well don't spoil it!" Hunter yelled, Y/n giggled quietly as she looked at how enthusiastic Luz was

"But I just have to tell you!" She yelled, and quickly started to explain the plot. Hunter quickly covered his ears as Y/n listened to Luz rant with a warm smile

While Luz was distracted, running around the room re-creating sceenes Y/n could feel Hunter's breath against her ear

"We'll have to continue that another day." He grinned, making Y/n turn a bright red before turning towards him as she opened her mouth to speak

"Maybe I could give you a hand next time."

A/n: this oneshot isn't exactly long but I kind of enjoyed writing it 🤷‍♀️

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Still Alive And Present (Fic based on this AMAZING theory sent to me by an anon)

Hunter was in his room carving a palisman commission for a customer with a smile on his face, meticulously whittling in the desired details that were requested of him - round ears, vertical slits for pupils, a heart shaped nose, a round body, and stubby little legs and feet.

According to the father who had paid for the piece a day ago, the palisman was intended as a birthday gift for his daughter and that pandas were her favorite animals. 💕 🐼

Although Hunter had never carved a panda before, he was having a great time doing so.

Gus had previously presented him with pictures of them.

He said that unlike giraffes, they were a lot friendlier and less vicious.

Once the carving was complete, Hunter planned on giving it to the father first thing in the morning.

He was already imagining the excitement and radiant smile on the girl's face as she opened her gift on her birthday.

The carving apprentice was confident that she would love her new palisman pal.

He knew he did.

"I wonder what your name is going to be?" The blonde would ask rhetorically, aware that the palisman could hear him.

He smiled.

He wouldn't have ever been allowed to carve in the castle, especially not with Belos around.

Hunter was unsure of why, but he experienced moments where he missed his uncle, but he made an effort to remove those thoughts from his mind.

Belos... Philip... was a bad man.

A bad human.

A wicked, unforgivable monster who had committed heinous acts against others and had finally met the demise he deserved in the end.

Hunter, as well as the Isles, were finally free of him.

Meanwhile, Waffles observed Hunter hawk-eyed carving from her wooden bird perch, with an almost possessive look in her yellow hues.

Flying over to her owner, she perched onto his right shoulder.

"Chirp!"

Looking to this right, he spots her and sends his beloved bluejay a serene smile. "Oh, hey, waffle cone," Hunter gently greets the bird with her nickname as he pulled from behind him a single peanut nut. "Would you like a snack?"

The nut was pinched between his thumb and index as he brought it close to her beak.

She grabbed it, but then immediately turned to the left to spit it out.

Hunter was taken aback by her actions. "I thought you loved peanuts."

He then chuckles. "I guess you weren't hungry."

Waffles fixes her gaze on the palisman that Hunter goes back to carving. "What are you carving?" She questions him with a tweet.

"Oh, this? It's a panda palisman. I'm carving it for a commission. I think it's coming along rather nicely!" He showed off his hard work to Waffles. "Don't you think?"

Waffles' eyes squint at the panda, giving it an annoyed look. "Chrip, chirp, tweet, tweet, chrip."

"Well, you're certainly quite the critic," Hunter comments with a small chuckle.

Her second set of chrips and tweets earns her a playful glare from the blonde. "Okay, now you're just being mean."

When Hunter carefully applied the finishes to the panda, he grinned from ear to ear at his creation.

"There! It's done!" He pulls out a cloth and begins to wrap the panda in it, sitting it aside on his nightstand where his lamp and Polly Plantar plush sat at.

Waffles flutters over to Hunter's bed as he heads towards the door. "I need to get some paint for them. Be right back, waffle cone."

As soon as the room door is shut, Waffles slowly develops a malevolent expression on her face as she turns to the palisman on the nightstand.

...

Hunter returns to his room with some pink and white acrylic paints and two paint brushes in his apron pockets, only to see a sight that made him gasp.

His brown eyes witnessed Waffles pecking violently at the newly carved palisman he had just made.

"Waffles, wait, no, stop!" He rushes over to her as she stops.

He swiftly grabs the palisman and inspects to ensure it was not damaged.

Luckily it wasn't.

He sets the carving down on his dressing table.

"Waffles, you can't do that." Hunter tries to correct the bird as calmly as possible. He didn't want to come across as angry towards her.

Gazing at the ground, Waffles emits a somber chirp.

She's so ashamed.

"Do I hate you?" Hunter whispered in disbelief at the question. He shakes his head. "No, no, of course not. Waffles, I could never hate you. Listen, we all make mistakes. No one's perfect. I know you didn't mean it."

Seeing his birdie in such a sad state causes the blonde to shine her a sympathetic smile. "I'll have to paint that little panda later. In the meantime, how about we go see Luz and the others? You'll have the opportunity to hang out with your palisman pals! Would you like that?"

Waffles immediately looks up at Hunter at the offer.

A chripy tweet leaves her beak as the bluejay wastes no time perching on Hunter's shoulder.

She couldn't wait to see her friends!

Hunter gave her chin a gentle scratch. "Alright then, let's go."

As the blonde approaches the door, he fails to notice the sly smile on Waffles' face as her yellow eyes begin to glow in a chilling blue.