#so I got home shortly after midnight and what do I find?

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My dog Squishface ate ALL of her remaining Rimadyl! She’s probably going to be fine thankfully but DAYUM. She is my expensive habit. We’re going g back in for an appointment at 3 and then one tomorrow and if all goes well we’ll be in the clear!

I’m the most fucksble person in this vet hospital hahaha

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Medicine at Midnight

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: A night out with Hotch and his team leads to either the best or worst mistake you could have made.

Content Warnings: smut 18+, alcohol, GN!reader (no Y/N), friends with benefits, strong language, first person POV

A/N: My entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Criminal Minds Friends with Benefits Challenge. It also happens to be the first CM fic I’ll be posting but certainly not the last! I’m currently working on a multi-chapter Hotch x Male!Reader fic, so stay tuned. I’ve also added the playlist I used for Hotch inspiration at the end of the post.

Also available on AO3

I barely managed to enter my apartment and drop my gear to the floor when the shrill ringtone of my cellphone broke the otherwise pleasant silence.

Fuck. Me.

I plead to whoever is listening that it’s not my section chief calling about a case. I ripped the cellphone from my pocket, too frustrated to even look at the caller ID as I snapped out my last name.

“Rough night?” came the deep, soothing voice on the other end.

Oh.

“Hey, Aaron,” I sighed and relaxed. “Sorry, I thought it was another case.”

“It’s okay. Are you busy?” He asked and I could hear the slightest hint of hope in his voice.

“Depends on what you’re going to ask me and...what I’ll get in return,” I stressed. “I just got home.”

“I can promise free drinks,” he chuckled, the vibrations buzzing through to my end of the phone. “The team is going out and Dave just went out of town.”

Hotch doesn't need to say more than that for me to understand what he’s asking. He wants a social buffer and for free drinks I’ll do just about anything for him.

~

His team had helped the DC Field Office with a case that I oversaw about six months back. The case had quickly spiraled out of control with multiple unsubs, and I begged my chief to let us call the BAU in for help. While they didn’t swoop in and solve the case in a matter of days, they certainly got it back to a manageable position. What would have taken months of work was quickly cut down to two weeks.

Since it was still relatively local, Hotch’s team would go home every night and come back bright and early. One of the first nights with them on the case, I waved them goodnight; standing like I would be leaving shortly after them. As they disappeared out of sight, I sat back down and stayed firmly planted at my desk. I was still flipping through files over the umpteenth coffee of the day when soft footsteps stopped in front of my desk.

“You’re still here?”

Hotchner.

“Yea, I’m just...” I gestured vaguely to the files. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for anymore. Just hoping I can find something.” I gave him a tight smile as he hovered by my desk. His bag was nowhere in sight, so it was clear he had no plans to leave either.

The grim smile on his face confirmed that he was doing exactly the same.

“I’m sure he's waiting for you at home,” he nodded to the picture on my desk as I went back to looking at the files in front of me.

“That’s my cousin,” I stated without having to look. “No one’s waiting for me, I promise you that. Plus, you don’t seem like you’re leaving either, so...”

“Got me there,” Hotch smirked, shifting his weight nervously as I paid half-attention to him. “I won’t snitch if you won’t? My son is with his aunt, so my apartment is a little depressing.”

At that confession, I looked back up at him as his expression turned crestfallen.

“Deal. You can pull up a chair, if you want.” I suggested, seeing that the floor was pretty much empty now and it seemed cruel to make him sit by himself wherever we were able to stuff his team on the cluttered floor.

This went on for the next two weeks that the BAU worked with us and each night the ice broke a little more. That extra hour or two after the team left progressed from talking about the case to talking about ourselves. It was surprisingly easy considering his personality on a case, but once his defenses came down, he was more relaxed and even threw in a smile that I began to notice was quite rare.

I began noticing his nearly imperceptible antics when he was stressed. His tight expression would feign focus but his white-knuckled grip on whatever was in his hand told a different story. I caught myself pressing a finger to his tight fist throughout the day, making him aware of what he was doing before removing my fingers as soon as his fist loosened. At some point, he stopped straining his hand muscles, but I’d feel his finger pressing firmly against one of mine whenever he was near me. It was usually brief, just enough to feel the ridges on each other’s fingers before his touch was gone.

After the case was over, I never expected to hear from him. Hotch’s number stayed saved in my phone from the case, but never once did I expect to see it flash across my screen while driving home one night. Drinks became a nearly weekly occurrence between the two of us—provided neither of us were on a case—and while nothing more ever happened, I couldn't tell what his endgame was. We chatted about the weeks we both had, family, sorrows—all of it—all the while our hands pressed against each other just to feel another person.

I chalked it up to anxiety for him and loneliness for myself.

~

Despite our nights out together, we never went out with his team, and I hadn't seen them since the case all those months ago. So, it was a little unnerving to accept his invitation. How would he explain us being on friendly terms now despite not knowing each other prior to the case? Would they even care? Does it even matter?

“Uh, sure. Where at? I just need to change,” I answered him.

“I’ll pick you up in twenty?” he asked, and I shouldn’t have been surprised at his need to drive by now.

Control freak.

“Okay.”

“See you soon.”

I changed into something more comfortable, but not too comfortable. I didn’t want to look like I wanted to stay home curled on my couch.

Even if that sounded heavenly right now. Hotch could come, too.

When Aaron sent a text to tell me he was here, I was out the door in a few seconds. The inside of his SUV lit up as I opened the door, revealing him dressed in a dark, long-sleeved sweater and jeans.

“Hey,” he greeted me as I climbed in.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

Once I was seated and buckled, I rested my arm on the center console next to his. His sleeves were pushed up to his forearms, his hair tickling my skin as he took off. At the first red light we hit, he adjusted the radio and brought his hand back down to land directly on mine.

He didn’t move it, and I didn’t want him to.

The air was thick with booze and sweat as we entered the bar. It was different from the one Hotch and I usually frequented, preferring something quieter and lower key than this one. It’s crowded, not surprising for a Friday night, but it sure did make it more difficult to locate his team. This time, I'm the one initiating contact, pressing two fingers into his palm as we approached where the team was tucked into a back corner booth. I removed my fingers before they noticed our approach.

“Hotch!” They all greeted him at varying levels of excitement with empty glasses already littering the table.

How long had they been here already?

Morgan had begun moving the team deeper in the booth to make room for us when I recognized a member of their team who I had only seen via a computer screen.

“Hey, nice to see you again,” I greeted everyone, having to raise my voice as the music battled with the overlapping conversations around us. “You must be Garcia,” I reached over and shook her hand as we slid in.

Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help myself from grinning as she spoke and reintroduced the team by first name. There were looks and eyebrows exchanged between the others as they likely wondered exactly what I’d feared, but none of them expressed their questions verbally.

“Drink?” I heard Hotch ask as a waiter came by and I nodded to him, knowing it’ll help my nerves.

I didn’t even need to tell him what drink to order at this point.

“Thanks,” I smiled and felt him shift closer to me until our legs were practically glued together.

It must have been my lucky day because the team kept the conversation topics relatively light as the night wore on. There were plenty of shots going around—Hotch only agreeing to have one with them in solidarity—coupled with food, a few spill mishaps, and raucous laughter. Hotch laughed and smiled with them but not nearly as loudly. He did surprisingly well anxiety-wise, so I wasn’t entirely sure why he wanted me here in the first place. I was having fun, though, and he’d insisted on paying for me, so I didn’t think too hard on it.

My hands were both above the table fidgeting with the condensation on my glass as we loudly discussed the current topic. Hotch tapped his fingers on his glass rhythmically with one hand while the other dropped below and landed on my leg. I jumped at the contact and hoped everyone was too inebriated to notice.

No dice.

Spencer's glassy eyes snapped to my movement briefly, JJ made eye contact across the table with Penelope, Emily stared me dead in the eyes, and Derek stared at Hotch. If I wasn't also in the same line of work, it might not have been so noticeable considering they hadn’t stopped the conversation.

Hotch played it off, slouching back against the booth and laughing at whatever Emily was recanting, looking a little more at ease with the touch.

Now, I notice the difference.

As nonchalantly as possible, he relaxed his arm, slipped his hand between my knees, and tucked his palm under my leg to cup where my hamstring met the bend in my leg. I could feel his warmth through my pants and the way his thumb obsessively traced the inner seam near my knee.

I almost thought they would ignore the way he was leaning noticeably closer, and I was sorely disappointed when Penelope spoke up after Emily finished.

Penelope's eyes were perceptive, and she leaned forward playfully while Derek leaned into her with his arm draped over her shoulder, “So, you two,” she began. Her eyes were twinkling with far too much mischief and now I believed every word from Hotch about how much trouble her and the man next to her got in to together, “You’re...?”

I grinned, laughing off her intrigue and kept my voice as steady as possible, “We’re friends.”

Derek in this state was even more blunt, teasing Hotch further with a smirk playing on his lips, “With benefits?”

Penelope gasped that he followed up with that line while the others hid giggles behind their drinks.

Hotch’s brow furrowed and he lifted his drink off the table as a flush rose up his neck to his cheeks. He took a sip while looking in my direction and I held his gaze. There’s a look I didn’t quite recognize there. “Without sex?” he finally said once he swallowed and set his glass down, “Then, what’s the benefit?”

The entire table erupted into laughter. Derek and Penelope were practically laughing on top of each other, Emily was laughing behind the hand clasped over her mouth with huge, surprised eyes, and Spencer was laughing into JJ's shoulder.

I was just as surprised as them and hadn’t broken eye contact with Aaron yet. His hand had reassuringly squeezed my leg as he smirked to let me know he was joking. With a challenging glint in my eyes, I finally responded as the laughter died down a bit. “My delightful company, asshole,” I shoved him with my shoulder. “And someone to talk to and...did I mention my winning personality?”

Hotch laughed, closing his eyes and leaned heavily back into me. He moved his hand from my leg to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

“Dick,” I murmured playfully through a fake frown.

Aaron just slid over a leftover shot as consolation.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, but the sudden mention of sex has me sweating underneath my clothes. Hotch’s heavy arm and sweater did nothing to help that. It wasn’t like I was unaware of his attractiveness; I was simply unsure of his intentions considering we had never spoke about our relationship. There were plenty of times I had to talk myself out of kissing him despite how easy it would have been, but the look in his eyes when he said that had me digging up all those thoughts again.

It wasn’t a terrible idea. We were both single, busy, and hung out enough as it was. I liked to think were both mature enough to handle something like that. I took another long swig of my drink with a deep frown that I didn’t realize was there.

“You okay?” he dropped his head to murmur close to my ear.

He snapped me out of my thoughts, and I gave him a reassuring grin, “Yea.”

The bar crowd grew thinner and thinner as time passed. Reid looked like he could fall asleep any second and JJ was the only barrier holding him up. The team soon rose, promising to take cabs home to reassure their boss that they were all responsible adults.

Derek gave Aaron one last sly smirk before following Penelope and the others. Hotch just shook his head at him with an amused sigh.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Aaron murmured once they were gone, his voice low now that the bar was much quieter than it was hours ago.

“Of course. It was fun,” I leaned my head on his shoulder.

Despite the absence of the others, he didn’t retract his arm, and my heart started pounding a little faster at the thought. His touch felt more intimate after all that and it made my thoughts race.

How much was I reading into this? How wrong was I? And did I want to do something about it?

“Ready to go? It’s almost midnight,” He asked.

I nodded, finishing my drink.

The drive back to my place was quiet and I fiddled with his hand the entire drive. Between that and my constant looking over at him, he definitely knew something was wrong.

“What’s on your mind?” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a quick glance but refocused his eyes back on the road immediately.

“Hmm?”

“You’re being weird. Is it what I said back there? Because I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he gave me his full attention once he pulled up in front of my building.

“No, no, you’re fine,” I squeezed his fingers. “Just a lot on my mind,” I sighed. I looked out at my apartment building next to us and pursed my lips.

Fuck it.

“You—uh—wanna come up?”

There was absolutely no other reason for me to ask that. He had to know why I was asking without me saying it outright.

Right?

My nerves were on fire and my mind raced with all the possibilities he could come back with. Silent, Hotch took a beat to think and reached for the keys in the ignition, “Sure.”

Oh.

I was hyper aware of Aaron’s presence as he followed me upstairs to my apartment door. My hands were practically shaking with anticipation as I fiddled with the keys. Once I was inside, I left the door open for him and heard him lock it behind me. The click cemented my determination on the matter.

“Make yourself at home,” I nodded toward the couch and started flipping lights on. “Want something to drink?”

“I still have to drive,” he declined, his eyes following me to the kitchen.

“You can always stay here,” I reached up into my cabinets for two glasses and poured a drink for myself and a scotch for Hotch.

“Is that so?” His voice rumbled behind me, much closer than he had been a few seconds ago.

When the hell did he sneak up on me?

I turned to face him, finding him far closer than I imagined. I passed him his drink, which he took a tall sip of, and I hurried to catch up.

That sip must have given him the courage he needed because he set the glass back on my counter and took another step forward. His hand found my waist with a light touch. It wasn’t hesitant by any means, but light enough to ask permission to continue. Unlike the nervous movements in his hands earlier, his hands were confident and intentional now.

“Is this okay?”

“—eah,” I struggled to say as my voice got caught in my throat.

Hotch took the glass from my hand and set it behind me, crowding what little space I had left. We were tense with anticipation as we both leaned in, giving each other enough time to back out. His nose brushed mine, then his lips, before he was fully pressed against me. His tongue flicked out making me gasp and open mine wider. My hands slid under his sweater, feeling his warm skin beneath my fingers. We stayed like that; exploring, consuming, devouring until there was a pause between us. The was air heavy with desire and our breathing.

As I caught my breath, I reached back and grabbed my glass, taking the opportunity to throw back the last of the liquid. Aaron did the same, keeping his eyes fixated on the way my lips wrapped around the glass. I left my glass on the counter and took his hand, tugging him toward my bedroom. I heard his glass clatter on the counter as he left it behind in a rush to follow me.

I threw him a look over my shoulder and tugged my top off, throwing it off to the side. Aaron didn’t need to be encouraged anymore further and ripped his hand out of mine to follow suit. Clothes and shoes were haphazardly discarded until there was nothing left between us. I barely had time to sift through my drawer for the essentials before he was grabbing me around the waist and tugging me onto the mattress. His mouth reconnected with mine, his fingers digging into the mattress as his hips ground down against mine.

“Fuck me, please,” I panted as soon as our mouths separated.

“Gladly.”

He blindly reached for the condom I tossed near him. Once he located it, his oversized fingers fumbled with the packaging. The task was eventually accomplished with minimal difficulty and only a couple giggles as he accidentally pinched himself. The laughter eased the butterflies in my stomach, and I hoped this wouldn’t fuck up whatever we had going for us prior to tonight.

Aaron quickly snatched the bottle of lube and coated his fingers generously. As his fingers pressed against my entrance, I whined in anticipation and wriggled my hips to get him moving. I watched his eyes flutter shut as he put more pressure, jaw dropping in concentration as he focused. As soon as his fingers breached, he couldn’t help himself.

I felt the wet heat of his mouth descend on me, his tongue swirling and lips sucking on my overly sensitive skin. I was torn between tilting my head back to enjoy the feeling and wanting to watch his mouth work. I finally decided to look down, my breath catching as I saw his eyes already trained on me through his lashes. His cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as he sucked making me reach to grab his hair for any sort of purchase. The noises that came from him were sinful and I eventually had to pull his head away once I felt myself ready.

“Need you, please,” I pulled him up to me, feeling him pull his fingers out gently.

We were both understandably impatient with the mix of alcohol and lust. He reached for a pillow with his clean hand and stuffed it under my hips for a better angle. With one last pass of lube over the condom, I felt the blunt press of him against me.

“I’ve got you,” his breath stuttered as he guided himself inside slowly.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he bottomed out before moving down his back and urging him to go. I let out a moan of relief as his hips started moving, rocking into me slowly at first. Without warning, his mouth sealed over mine and swallowed the gasp I let out as he sharply thrusted, hitting exactly where I need him to.

“More,” I mumbled against his lips.

Aaron was efficient, even now, and repeated himself until I was a whining mess underneath him. He sat up, making enough space to slip his hand between us. I clenched involuntarily as his calloused fingers stroked me, bringing me that much closer to release.

“You feel so good,” he panted. “Squeeze me again.”

I do as he asked, squeezing around him each time he pulls out. The groans pulled from his chest only added fuel to the fire and I didn’t know how I ever survived without hearing them. My hands couldn’t stay still, moving from gripping his arms to running across his collarbone and chest.

“I’m gonna come, I—” I had cut myself off by bringing Hotch’s mouth back down to mine.  My muscles tightened as my release washed over me, fingers digging into whatever I can reach while I clenched around the cock still driving inside me.

Aaron removed his hand from between us, doubling down on his efforts to finish himself. His head tucked into my neck, giving me an even better opportunity to hear Aaron’s moans as he reached his orgasm. His hips stuttered as his release pulsed throughout his body, making him tremble in my arms. When he couldn’t handle the overstimulation anymore, he let himself slip out of me.

He let out a deep hum as we caught our breath, pressing one last kiss to my neck before pushing himself up to his feet. He cleaned himself with a grimace with me not far behind, eager to get the slick substance off my skin. I headed straight back to bed, flopping on the slightly sweaty sheets.

I’m too tired to fix that, I decided.

“I meant it, you can stay,” I mumbled in the dark as I heard his movement pause somewhere between the bed and the bathroom. “Don’t need you getting behind the wheel right now.”

“Mm, thanks,” his sleepy voice returned.

The bed dipped beside me and soon the length of his body was pressed against my back.

~

A sharp jolt pulled me out of my deep slumber. Through the haze I finally I heard the piercing ringtone of a phone. It’s not mine, I realized as I listen to it a second longer. The bed shifted next to me and frantic footsteps thudded across my floor as Aaron looked for his phone.

If he ended up with a case, it was going to massively suck for his hungover team.

“Hey, Jess,” he answered in a far less panicked tone than his feet originally suggested. “Uh, yea. Yea, one is good. Okay, see you then.”

He came back into the room with a more relaxed posture than when he left. He sat on the edge of the bed on the side I was still curled up on, watching him move with sleepy eyes.

“Just Jessica letting me know she’s dropping off Jack at my place at one,” he relayed.

A quick glance at the clock let me know it was only 10:00 AM, which wasn’t bad considering the night we had.

Aaron's hand found my ankle through the sheets, letting his hand glide up to my calf and back down. His face was contemplative though not as outwardly noticeable as the way I chewed the inside of my cheek.

He spoke first.

“That was,” he started, letting a smirk spread over his features, “fun.”

“It was. I…wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

“Me either,” he punctuated with a squeeze of my calf.

There was a comfortable silence for a minute until he spoke up again, “I’m just—I'm not really looking to—.” He stopped and started again, “Since Haley died I—I’m just not...”

He didn’t have to explain to me the fact that his ex-wife slash high school sweetheart being murdered had done a number on his psyche. I didn’t blame him.

“I get it, Aaron. I’m not either. I’m way too busy and—I just don’t want to,” I replied. It wasn’t a total truth, but it also wasn’t a total lie. I was too busy but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to.

For Aaron, though? I would take what he gave me.

He relaxed a little, his eyes a little sad and I wondered if he could see right through me.

I hope he didn’t.

“I should go,” he murmured, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek while the other side was pressed into my pillow.

When he pulled away, I turned my head to really look at him head on, not expecting him to come back down and kiss me again. This time on my lips, slowly and sensually; a far cry from the desperation last night.  When my eyes opened, he was already up and looking for his clothes.

“I’ll see you next weekend?” I rubbed my hands over my face, sitting up as he gets dressed.

He flashed me a look as if to say “obviously” and threw my discarded top at my face.

“Be careful,” I called after him.

“You, too,” he paused, patting his jeans to make sure all of his belongings were in order. When he was satisfied, he gave me a gentle smile and headed in the direction of my front door.

“Lock the door behind me!” he yelled back before opening the front door and shutting it behind him.

I rolled my eyes and flopped back over onto the bed on my side. I still smelled his scent on my sheets and wondered how I could have thought that this would be a good idea.

~

Ever get the feeling nothing else will do?

I could hear you singing

I can’t explain, I need

Medicine at midnight

But it ain’t no cure

Medicine at midnight howling

But it ain’t no cure

I may be sick but you know I’m yours

-Medicine at Midnight, Foo Fighters

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❛❛𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚜❞

synopsis: it was just one of the random days where jungwon is going out with his hyungs to have fun, but it was also one of those days that reminds you how clingy he gets when he's drunk.

paring: drunk!jungwon x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k+

notes: featuring jake, fluff, petnames, clinginess, mention of alcohol, suggestive

the sound of the papers rustling filled the room as you fixed the pile of papers on your desk, getting ready to leave the workplace. you glanced at your watch only to find out it was almost twelve midnight.

you pulled your phone from your pocket, frowning as you received none from jungwon. staring at the last text he sent you earlier.

baby, just want to remind you it's d-day. i don't want you to get mad later when i get home just because you forgot😇 love you!

you couldn't help but to roll your eyes, realizing that you had actually forgotten about his plans. the boys hit him up to go out for a drink, and in all honesty, you're not the type to hold him back from having fun and being with his friends because, aside from the fact that you trust him enough, you knew for sure that he needed to spend time with his friends anyway, because not everything is all about you.

after fixing all the mess on your desk, you finally grabbed your keys and told your coworkers that you would be heading out first.

it didn't take you long, and you finally arrived in the parking lot. you immediately got inside the car and tossed your bag on the passenger seat. one hand on the wheel, starting the car, and the other one holding your phone, dialing jungwon's number.

with a few rings, he answered the phone. you put the phone in between your head and shoulder, your eyes focused on turning the wheel to get out of the parking.

"heading home?" he asked on the other line. you could hear the loud music in the background, and you couldn't help but to grimace.

"yeah, i'm already on my way home," you said, still focused on driving out of the building. "don't even think about going home completely wasted, i swear... you'll be sleeping outside," you reminded him, and all you heard was just a soft chuckle, already knowing he was tipsy.

"nah, i don't think you'd let me sleep outside, knowing all too well that i'm uncomfortable," he said. confidence was evident in his voice, and you could already tell he was smirking in the other line. "tell jake to take you home... i won't be able to pick you up," you said because you had planned on picking him up from the bar.

"will do, just rest. i'll be home by two," he said, assuring you he'd be home by that time.

"yeah, make sure you can still walk straight, because if not, you know what will happen," you told him, and you earned a laugh in response. "you're mean," he replied shortly, which made you smile a little. "get some rest as soon as you get home, hm? i love you," he added, and with that the conversation ends.

it took you over an hour to drive before you finally arrived in your unit. you immediately changed your clothes into something more comfortable before settling in the bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion all over you after the long hours of work.

on the other hand, jungwon couldn't help but drink himself in a complete haze. he didn't even realize how much drink he had, and now... he was really... wasted.

"yah! i told you to not drink too much," jake said, exasperated, hands on his hips as he stared at jungwon, who was now half-collapsed on the table.

"i should've known we were both getting buried six feet under," jake added, pinching his nose and looking up as if he were regretting his life decisions. with a heavy sigh, he dragged jungwon out of the bar and told the guys that he's taking him home.

curled up in bed with your blanket on. you were sleeping so peacefully—not until a ring from your phone jerked you awake. you frowned before slightly opening your eyes. you thought, who in their right mind would be calling at this hour when you're having the most heavenly, out of this world sleep? with a slight groan, you quickly grabbed your phone and didn't bother to check who was calling.

"y/n, uhm... we're outside your unit." you heard jake's voice on the other line, which made you glance at the caller... and of course, it was won's phone.

from what you just heard, you knew damn well that for the nth time, he didn't listen and went overboard drinking... again.

you sighed, massaging your temple before answering, "alright, alright, wait a sec." you ended the call, quickly hopped out of the bed, threw on your slippers, and marched towards the front door. the moment you opened it, jake was already standing there, jungwon's arm slung over his shoulder...

"i'm not drunk..." jungwon mumbled, which made you scratch your head. you quickly glanced at the clock. "great, he was on time..." you muttered, trying to calm yourself down. you knew all too well that you were about to deal with his clingy drunkenness from this moment...

"i'm really sorry y/n, i promise..." jake said, raising his right arm before he continued. "i really told him to not drink too much," he said in defense, which made you chuckle as you pulled jungwon's arm, placing it over your shoulder.

"i know, i know... this little thing just doesn't know how to control himself," you told jake and he sighed in relief, holding his chest as if he'd escaped death.

"thanks for taking him home," you said, and jake nodded his head before finally bidding you goodbye. you started dragging jungwon towards your room.

"babyyy," he called out. you sighed... but didn't respond. instead you kept walking him towards the room, but he suddenly stopped, which made you stop too.

"what did i tell you?!" you said, slightly annoyed. his head turned to you, and there you saw a pout forming on his lips. "but i am not drunk," he protested, but you just gave him a frown.

"i miss you," he said, leaning closer to kiss you, but you leaned away. which made him whine, "babyyy," even in his state, he somehow managed to pull you in and give you a kiss.

"tsk, don't make things difficult for us both, jungwon." you firmly said as you started dragging along.

"oh, so we are on a first name basis now, huh?" he teased, raising his brows. you didn't answer, hoping to avoid any drama.

when you both entered the room, you gently laid him down on the bed, but knowing his state like this... he pulled you along with him, rolling over; now he's on top of you.

"baby! you're too heavy!" you protested, giving his arm a light smack, but he only nestled his head comfortably on your chest, wrapping his arms around your frame.

"just for a few minutes, please?" he mumbled, his eyes shut, leaving you with no choice. you sighed as your hand instinctively moved, reaching up to gently stroke his hair.

"baby, do you love me?" his voice barely above whisper.

"what do you think?" you shot back, earning a soft whimper from him.

"i am asking you, why are you asking me back?" he pouted, and you chuckled at his clinginess.

"obviously, yes. what else do you think?" you said, still teasing him.

"that's not how you answer!" he protested, and you just knew for sure he was already pouting his lips.

"but seriously?" he pressed, his tone more serious.

"of course, i love you." you said softly. "why'd you ask that? do you feel like i'm not giving you much attention?" you asked, looking down at him.

he immediately looked up to you, his eyes a little hazy. "mhm, yeah" he shortly replied, and you couldn't help but to pinch his nose.

"you're always buried in work, every day, every night, every minute, every second... even milliseconds," he sulked.

"you're exaggerating," you commented, shaking your head.

"sometimes i think you forget that you have a baby to take care of," he said with a little giggle, making you laugh too.

"i'm sorry," you murmured, feeling a little bit of guilt because you know you've been really swamped with your work lately.

"but seriously, i miss you," he said, and you saw how his lips formed a downward smile. "i miss you more," you replied, leaning in to give him a gentle forehead kiss.

"baby, time is up. go get changed," you said, lightly tapping his arm, but he won't even move an inch.

"bebi, come on," you coaxed, running a hand through his hair. "but i don't wanna," he whined, wiggling a little before burying his face in your neck, snuggling even closer, his warm breath sending a tingle through you.

"you have to change your shirt first, look at you. you're so uncomfortable," you half scolded, but he didn't respond and just stayed, making you sighed at his stubbornness.

"but i want to lay on top of you after," he said, pressing his lips softly against your neck.

"fine," you relented, knowing you won't have a chance to win this. he slightly detached himself from you, and you quickly stood up, getting him his pajamas.

after getting him his pj's, you went your way to him, giving it to him, but he just stared at it, and slowly, a smirk formed in his lips.

"what are you staring at? go get changed so you can rest," you told him, wiggling the pajama in front of him.

"you change my clothes," he said, grinning, and you immediately shook your head. i knew it... you thought.

"you change it yourself," you told him, raising your left brows. you knew exactly what he was thinking. "bebi, pleaseee?" he asked, blinking his damn eyes. you knew you couldn't resist.

with a sigh, you finally gave in, rolling your eyes with his mischievousness. "fine, but don't do anything stupid," you warned, pointing your fingers at him, and he couldn't help but to bit his lips a little, savoring his small victory.

he grinned wider, clearly pleased with himself. he pulled you in close, one arm slipping around your waist, drawing you onto his lap. your heart raced as you felt his warmth, his hands settling firmly on your hips.

"yah!" you complained with his sudden action, trying to break free from his grip, but he immediately tightened around you.

"what? i don't see anything wrong in this arrangement," he murmured all too innocent as he gazed up at you, his face barely an inch away from you.

"seriously," you said, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would ease the tension you were feeling. when you reopened your eyes, you met his gaze directly looking at you, a small smirk painted in his face, hinting he was enjoying the moment.

"mhm, yeah. seriously," he said, his voice low as his fingers started brushing along your sides. you bit your lip, trying not to react, knowing well that he's making things hard on purpose.

"don't you dare make this difficult for me, i swear," you warned again, keeping your voice as steady as you could, but he just laughed softly.

"me? you know i'd never do that," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"bebi! i swear, i won't keep this up if you keep teasing me like that," you told him and he quickly shook his head, letting out a soft giggle. "alright, i'll behave," he said before pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you then started to take his shirt off, and you draped his pajama shirt over his broad shoulders. you fumbled a little with the buttons, his hands sneaking up to pull you even closer.

"hold still, or this will take even longer," you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"can't help it... just love having you close," he murmured, his voice warm. you shook your head before finally buttoning the last button of his pajama shirt.

"done," you said as you looked up to him, only to find his face just centimeters away from you.

"thanks, bebi." he said, eyes drifting to your lips. you were about to break free from him when he rolled you over the bed, bringing you both to your position earlier.

"you're not going anywhere," he said, snaking his arms around you as he nuzzled to your neck, peppering it with kisses, which made you softly chuckle.

"i love you," he murmured, finally closing his eyes after he got tired of peppering you with kisses. "i love you more than you know," you replied, wrapping your arms around him, and with that, you both dozed off to sleep.

©shinskichan

[xiaq]

What was your relationship with HP in your childhood and what did it mean to you?

Warning: long answer is long.

I read the first HP book when I was 10. It felt like coming home. I was a deeply awkward, anxious kid dealing with bullying at school. I felt wrong and out of place and like everyone except for me had a manual for how they were supposed to navigate life; without the manual I was certain I would never catch up.

Books were a fucking haven. And THIS book. This book was about a kid that I empathized with so much. Except he's bullied and feels out of place because he IS out place. He's meant to be somewhere better, with people like him, who (for the most part) treat him kindly and with respect. And suddenly he's able to make friends and excel at his studies, and he settles into this fantastic world where he fits, and he's bright and likable and he has a purpose. It was just. God, it was everything I wanted for myself. AND there was magic and a train and a cool castle.

I think the first two books were already out when I started reading and I read the rest as they were released (re-reading them all multiple times in between). The friends I did manage to make also adored the books. I went from "playing Harry Potter" on the playground to writing fanfic to going to midnight book releases and meeting up with friends to see the movies as they started coming out. The final book came out shortly after I started high school, and the final movie came out when I was in college. I went to that midnight showing with a good portion of my friends and we all cried like babies at the end. Because it was over. This thing that had sustained us for so long. This thing that marked our childhoods.

You have to understand that Harry Potter-related expectation was a constant for the majority of my life. Since I was in elementary school there was always a new book to look forward to every year or so. And when the book series was completed, there was the next movie to look forward to. And then it was over (and with such an unsatisfying epilogue). That's when I really got involved in fandom (outside the fic I wrote amongst friends in a the group journal we kept and passed back and forth during studyhall, ofc). And fandom was the most accepting, glorious, place for an anxious queer kid just starting to come out of her shell as college afforded her the freedom to realize that maybe the very narrow (private Christian school k-12) concept of normalcy she'd been afforded until that point wasn't entirely accurate. And it continued to be glorious. I went to cons and got merch and put my House in my online dating profile and 3D printed custom HP cookie cutters and joked about having a HP themed wedding some day and my friends and I loved our nerdy little world that made us happy. Until Joanne ruined it.

And I'm honestly not trying to be dramatic, but when something has been so intrinsic to your life and your social circle and even, to an extent, part of your identify, it's fucking devastating when you find out the creator of that thing is a bigot and actively using her platform to target people you love. I stopped supporting her (buying books/movies/merch etc.) a couple years back, and I was content in embracing the concept of Death of the Author (or, as I've previously termed it, "we've killed the author and are now rifling through her stuff to keep the good bits and throw out the bad"). But now, in light of her continued escalations and the recent TV series announcement, and the conversations I've been having with friends (particularly Jewish and trans friends), I do mean that the very concept of Harry Potter is ruined for me. My, now decades, of nostalgia just...aren't enough to supersede what feels like an irresponsible attachment. Before, I wanted HP's social presence to live on in spite of and without JK Rowling. Now, it's becoming more and more apparent that the entertainment industry is going to squeeze as much money out of the HP world as possible which will, by extension, continue to give her a platform and money with which to actively support her shitty dogma.

So. Here I am, too sad to pick up my HP books for my annual summer re-read, or start the new fic a writer I love has just posted or open the document to work on my own HP fic. Which is not at all a condemnation of folks in fandom who ARE able to keep reading and creating and loving the world while thumbing their nose at her. I just can't right now.

So I'm stepping back and blocking the tags and ignoring the show and trying to let other worlds consume me.

Anyway. That's what it meant to me. Sorry for the tiny violin moment but your ask made me sit down and confront the fact that I'm dealing with an extremely weird sort of grief I haven't ever encountered before.

[gottalovef1]

I'm home late. - Toto Wolff

Suddenly had some inspiration to write. :) It's a bit short and I have not written anything in a while, so apologies if there are any mistakes.

summary: Toto is coming home a little later than expected after a long weekend in Baku.

warnings: none

words: 1.6K

It was Sunday evening and you had watched the Azerbaijan GP from home, you had witnessed a though weekend for Mercedes and all you wanted was to cuddle with your husband, who was still there. You knew that you couldn’t, because it was a six hour flight home and he had not texted yet that he was on the plane, meaning that he surely would be home after midnight. He had called you after the race, saying that the team did what was their limit for this weekend, wondering why the safety car always had such a bad timing. It wasn’t the first time Lewis or George had pitted right before an incident happened causing a safety car. You told him not to worry about it too much, there are still plenty of races left and everyone has their eyes on Imola.

After Toto finished his phone call with you, he was told to do interviews, he had dismissed Lewis already since he had to go somewhere else, meaning that there was one person less to fill in the press duties. Hearing your voice made him want to go home even more. after spending so much time at home in the previous weeks it was slightly strange to be on the road again. he had planned to be home before midnight European time, but due to a long debrief and an unplanned meeting, he knew he was not going to make that. therefore he texted his wife saying he would be late so that she would just go to bed without him. Sightly annoyed after a long day he arrived back at the hotel, quickly grabbing his stuff. The whole evening he had wondered how your first weekend with the F1 academy went, this was an important moment for you, which he didn’t want to discuss over the phone.

Right as your were putting your son to bed, Toto called. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost on the plane and that you should just go to bed because I won’t be home shortly.” You smiled at the sight, he looked a little tired and his hair was a mess. “that is fine honey, as long as I find you next to me in the morning.” you smiled weakly to your phone. “I will be there.” He smiled. “good, I just put Jack to bed, I’m sure he will be happy to see you in the morning.” Toto’s smile grew wider. “I got him a little souvenir from Baku, I’m sure he will like it.” you nodded. “you’re not bringing home another helmet are you?” Toto chuckled at your words. “no, no, don’t worry, he’ll see it in the morning.” Toto laughed. “ETA is 2AM, safe me some space in the bed.” Toto smiled weakly, indicating that he had arrived at the plane and that he had to hang up the phone. “and promise me you will not stay awake this time, I know you have a lot to tell me but we can do that during breakfast.” You chuckled. “I can’t promise but I was really thinking about going to bed early, you are not the only one who’s had a busy weekend.”  Then Toto said it was time for him to hang up the phone, you’d say goodbye to each other. You couldn’t wait for him to be next to you in the bed. You were still right outside of Jack’s room, so you checked if he was asleep or secretly overhearing the conversation you had just had with his father. “Is Papi coming home tonight?” you heard a small voice in the dark. “yes darling, he will be here in the morning.” you turned on his little night light which you’d forgotten a second ago. “And now it is time for you to sleep, it’s just one more sleep before Papi is home.” You kissed his forehead. “see ya in the morning.” that was something he’d been started to recently say every night before he went to sleep. “good night baby.” You shook your head and smiled, he sure has that goofiness from his dad.

Toto’s flight was boring, he had tried to get some sleep and ended up getting just about one hour. When he woke up he had no idea what day or time it was, also because the time on his phone had returned to the time it was in Monaco. “the time switched back and we’re a few minutes away from landing.” Bradley spoke, as he looked at Toto, trying not to laugh. “Fuck I shouldn’t have slept, I feel like I’m on another planet.” Toto spoke, his voice sore from the cold air in the plane. “you also look like you just went to another planet, but don’t worry you’re still on earth and we’re almost home.” Bradley looked on his phone. “twenty minutes to be exact.” He added. “good I’m even more tired than before.” Toto’s head was hurting like crazy. He hadn’t slept too well in Baku and for some reason he had nothing to do on the plane which made him incredibly bored before he fell asleep. “next time please wake me up when I fall asleep, this is no fun.” Toto spoke, a bit cranky. “I’ll ensure to tell everyone that travels with you.” Bradley spoke unserious. “thanks.” Causing him to laugh even more, knowing that Toto thought he sure would.

When he arrived home the lights were all turned off. Good, he thought because that would mean that you were asleep already. As quiet as possible he dropped his luggage in the hallway, before taking of his shoes and jacket and heading up the stairs. He had already done his night routine during the final minutes of the flight so that he could go straight into bed. First he checked on Jack, quietly opening the door to his room, seeing him fast asleep in his bed. It was a bit of a routine for him to check on his son right as he arrived home after his bedtime. Then he went to his own bedroom, trying not to make any sounds while opening the door. Quickly he went to the bathroom to take off his clothes not bothering to put on some pajamas, almost dropping his belt on the concrete floor, which would’ve woken up the whole neighborhood for sure. He looked at the belt in his hand, which had almost reached the floor  for a second, before laying it down on a towel so that it would not make a sound. He turned off the light and then used the brightness of his phone as a light to find the bed. He stopped for a second, enjoying the sight of you sleeping in the bed. Your hair was already a mess but he still wondered how he got so lucky to have you as his wife. Carefully he put his phone down on the nightstand, not unlocking it so that he would still have a source of light as he got in the bed carefully.

You were a light sleeper, so you felt movement onto the bed. You kept your eyes closed, but you couldn’t resist smiling a little knowing that your man was back home. You were sure of it when you felt his leg against yours, as you may have been a little bit off your side of the bed onto his. This was also the confirmation you needed to turn over and move a bit closer to him. He knew by then that you weren’t really sleeping anymore and he was sure of it when you opened your eyes for a second. “hi.” You whispered, you noticed the source of light which made you able to see his face. He simply replied with a kiss on your forehead. “how was the flight.” You’d always ask that. “good, lets talk in the morning.” you opened your eyes again as you heard his sore voice. “are you ok?” you wondered, looking into his eyes, he looked like a ghost. “yea, I fell asleep on the plane and I woke up with a headache, sore voice and the feeling that I was on another planet.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “let me guess Bradley brought you back to planet earth.” Toto just nodded. “yea, it was just switching time zones. “you’re just tired honey, let’s just get some sleep.” you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and moving your hand through his hair and letting it rest on his neck, carefully pulling him closer so you could kiss him. Those small kisses meant so much though they were so little. He then shifted a little so his head was on the same level as yours, wrapping his strong arms around you while he cuddled into your neck. “looks like you missed me after all.” you whispered, moving your fingers through his hair. “always, keep going.” He mumbled into your neck. “good night my love.” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “love you.” he muttered before letting out a big sigh. You just knew how tired he was from the fact that he didn’t bother sleeping in just a boxer, which you thought was funny. You smiled into his hair, continuing moving your fingers through his hair before the both of you fell into a deep sleep.  No matter how often he was gone, no matter how used you were to it, there was no better feeling than falling asleep and holding onto each other like it’s been months since you last saw each other.

[desi2go]

Lonely Night

Idol Bang Chan x y/n

Warnings: slight angst, fight

Author's note: Hello. This is my first entry. I hope you enjoy reading it. If you have any improvements or requests please write them in the comments :-)

Chan and you knew each other for many years. You are a manager of Stray Kids and loved every member. After you fell in love with the leader, Stray Kids became your family.

Chan always worked hard for the group even when that meant to stay all night in the studio to work on their songs. Especially now, when the comeback is just about to happen.

You were understanding and helped him whenever you had time. You stayed also long to answer your emails and to plan Stray Kids concerts and events. After you finished your work, you usually go to your boyfriends studio, so that you can go home together.

As you completed your work for today, you turned off your pc and looked to the clock. It was shortly after midnight as you walked through the hallways to go to your boyfriends studio. You are exhausted from the long day and all you wanted to do now, was driving home with Chan, to eat something of the leftovers and to cuddle with him in bed. You studied Stray Kids schedule, so you knew that they had a rehearsal tomorrow morning at 7 am. You feared that he was overworking himself because of the upcoming comeback and wanted that he takes a break.

Chan was still focused on his pc as you walked into the room. You slowly go to him and lay your hands on his shoulders. Immediately, he took off his headphones and turns to you.

"Hey babe" He greeted you with a tired smile. His curly hair messy because he ran through it so many times.

"Hey Channie" You kissed his temple. "I'm nearly finished. Give me five minutes"

You nodded and sat down on a chair while you waited. Time passed. Almost one hour later Chan was still concentrated on his work. You knew that he would barely sleep that night if you wouldn't stop him overworking himself. So you got up and took his headphones.

"Y/n I'm nearly finished."

"I know, but it's almost 1 am and you have a rehearsal tomorrow morning at 7 am. I think it would be better when you just take a break and get some sleep."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I know my schedule. I don't need to be reminded."

"Yes, but don't overwork yourself Chan" You answered. "I am not overworking myself, Y/n! When I'm finished with that I'll take a break. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to tell me what I should and what I shouldn't do."

He looked tired and frustrated. But right now you were angry. You only tried to take care of him. "Chan, I only want to help you!"

" But why don't you see that you aren't helping? I will go home when I have this done." He yelled. You were shocked. Especially when you heard him mumbling: " Gosh, you're so annoying" as he put on his headphones and turned back to the computer.

You barely understood it. But you did. Every single word. You stared at his back, realising what he just said. The anger turned immediately into sadness and disbelief. He never said something like that to you. Sure, you had some fights before. But he never mentioned that he finds you annoying.

With tears in your eyes you walked out of the room. Your boyfriend still focused on the screen in front of him. You go over the conversation again and again. Maybe you are annoying? The only thing you wanted was to get him to rest. He always works and comes home tired without eating something the whole day. You usually bring him food and his favourite snacks so that he eats something when he is at the studio. But maybe I should stop?

You drove back to your apartment. It was 30 minutes away from work that's why you spend most of the time at your boyfriends home because it wasn't that far away from the center. But after that fight, you don't know if Chan wants you there. Maybe it is better for you two, if you give him space, you thought. Even though you missed him. You were used to lay your head on his chest while his hands brush through your hair and to listen to his heartbeat as you fall asleep. You realise that this will be a lonely night.

Part two

[secretsandwriting]

Mate [Dewdrop]

Ghouls biology is different from humans in many ways. One of those many ways is they need a mate and if they don't find one in a certain timeframe, instincts take over and they get one. It would however be nice if said mate got a little more warning.

Where the ghouls haven't gotten a mate in time so instincts take over and the first person they see becomes their mate.

[Mountain] [Aether] [Rain] [Swiss] [Poly]

Can be read as a stand alone

The only people who knew much about the ghouls were those who interacted with them everyday. The Papas, Sister Imperator, and a few other higher ups. Most of the other staff had never even seen the ghouls in person. The ghouls weren’t quiet so you had heard them in the halls at night but other then that the only time you had seen them was in video.

It was pretty common for the sisters to gossip about the ghouls so when you heard some of them talking you just listened in as a way for a little entertainment while you did your chores.

“I heard some of the ghoul are getting to the point where they need a mate. One of the sisters said they overheard one of the Papa’s say if they didn’t find one themselves soon biology would take over and they didn’t want to have to explain that.”

“What does that mean?” Curious yourself, you paid a little more attention.

“No ones sure, but someone did say they read that Ghouls are creatures that need a mate and if they don’t get one they’ll either die or they’ll see someone and a connection will suddenly be made and that’s they’re mate unless rejected which is apparently not good.”

“I don’t know, that sounds fake but they are ghouls so who knows.”

The conversation stuck with you for the day, giving you something to occupy your thoughts while you worked. While you weren’t sure if it was true it was nice considering you were doing someone else’s work on top of your own. The flu had been going around the ministry so those that weren’t sick had to try and pick up the slack, so you weren’t finished until shortly after midnight. 

The walk to the dorms was quiet, every once in a while you caught sight of another sister finishing up but for the most part no one was up and it was silent. If you hadn’t called it home for 3 years you would’ve thought it was creepy but you were immune to the building. What you weren’t immune to was arms wrapping around your torso with no warning.

Shoving your elbow back into the person's side you managed to slip out of their grip. Spinning around you were met with the faceless mask of a ghoul. He stepped forward reaching out for you so you logically took a few steps back. While the ghouls weren’t allowed to harm any of the siblings, they had before. It wasn’t often but it was still recommended that any of the siblings who didn’t regularly interact with the ghouls avoid them. Especially at night. 

The ghoul let out a wounded sounding noise and reached out for you again, so you stepped back more. The cycle kept repeating. It honestly really sucked that you weren’t sure how to get to any of the Papa’s offices from here, not likely they’d be awake at this hour anyways.

“What do you want?” He stopped and tilted his head at you, before reaching out and grabbing your hand faster than you could pull away. Once again trying to get closer but seemed to accept you stepping back a little better this time.

“Mate.” Hopefully not what the other sisters were talking about but you weren’t sure, surprisingly enough he did let go of your hand when you tried to pull it away. He tried to move closer but you kept stepping back. Unsure of exactly how safe you were with him.

“Um.. are any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator awake?” You received a nod and another step forward. “Could you take me to one of them please.” He growled at the suggestion and stepped closer, this time reaching out with his hand. This wasn’t going well. “You can hold my hand on the walk.” That got his attention. He stopped and considered for a moment before offering his hand.

You really weren’t sure you wanted to hold his hand but if it was the only way to get there then holding hands it was. He tugged you closer and started walking gently guiding you through the halls until you reached Sister Imperator office where you could hear a few voices seemingly arguing over something. The ghoul knocked loudly and the room went silent.

“Enter.” The ghoul pushed the door open and gently nudged you to go ahead of him, The sister was at her desk and the Papa’s were surrounding her and what appeared to be an ancient book. At the moment however, all attention was on you “What could bring you to my office at.. 12:45?” 

Tugging the ghoul in by your hand that he was still holding, you hoped someone would understand your confusion. The silence was loud, everyone was staring at you and the ghoul attached to your arm.

“I was doing double duty today because so many are out sick and I just finished up a half hour again and when I was walking back to my dorm, he just suddenly hugged me from behind and won’t leave me alone. When I asked what he wanted all he said was Mate and I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know who he is other than one of the ghouls that's currently in the ghost project.” 

“So you’ve never met him before?” Sister Imperator folded her hands on the desk in front of her.

“It’s the first time I’ve even met one of the ghouls.” She nodded and looked down at the book in front of her. The papas quietly whispered to each other. “Have a seat.” She waved to a chair in the middle of the group. “As for you Dew, Why don’t you go make some tea for them? I’m sure they could use some after such a long day of work.” Dew didn’t seem sure of the idea. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep them safe and they’ll stay in here until you come back.” He hesitated for a few seconds before looking down at you, seeming to wait for your opinion in the matter.

“Tea would be nice.” He nodded “Peppermint please.” A soft rumble came from him before he left. All attention was on you again.

“Well, There’s a lot we need to talk about but due to how late it is, we’ll go over the basics and talk more tomorrow. I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about the ghouls needing mates.” You nodded. “Well it's true. Their biology requires it and if they don’t find one in a certain time frame their instincts will take over and choose the first person they see. Now you have two options. You can accept or refuse it. I highly suggest you accept it.” She wasn’t suggesting it. “So what will you do?” Ah, the illusion of choice.

“I’ll accept.”

“Good. Ghouls need to be with their mate most of the time so you’ll be moved to his room tomorrow, as for tonight you’ll just go with him go ahead and help yourself to something from his closet to wear it won’t be a problem with him if you do. Ghouls are a bit possessive and wearing their clothes satisfies that. Ghouls are also very touchy, I suggest you get used to it… They also don’t want to cross their mates boundaries, so be clear with what you're not ok with. It will make a difference.” Her tone softened at the last part. 

“Don’t worry about your work. This next week we’ll be meeting to go over some things before you start your new wor-” She was interrupted by a knock. “Enter.” Dew came in and handed your tea. “It’s late, go get some rest, don’t worry about getting up early, the only thing you have tomorrow is our meeting that will happen whenever you get here. Dew helped you up, took the mug of tea to carry it for you, and once again grabbed your hand. Waiting just long enough for you to say goodnight before pulling you out into the hall.

30 minutes later you're tucked into what looked to be a nest, wearing one of Dew’s shirts, and being held by a purring ghoul. If ghouls could purr, you really didn’t know anything about ghouls. Hopefully what Sister Imperator would go over with you next week would help because this was not something you wanted to go into blind.

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While Sister Imperator did help a little bit, Copia was the biggest help. Sister told you the facts and how it worked in general, while Copia told you about Dew himself and how he reacted with certain things. You were moved into Dew’s room and slowly getting used to living with someone else.

While instincts were still high, they were starting to go down. It gave you a little more freedom to be able to go somewhere without him for a few minutes for some alone time. You had even managed to get a full half hour once.

You had started settling in pretty well despite still feeling completely lost as to what you were doing and going through but Dew was sweet, batshit insane but sweet. Since Dew was still at a point where he couldn’t be away from you for too long and you still needed to help out, you were learning how to run the Social Media for Ghost. 

The other ghouls were all nice, they helped explain things a little bit but mostly just gave you the interaction you needed as Dew still didn’t want you around the other sisters for some reason. So therefore you ended up playing ghoul babysitter quite often. 

Slowly but steadily you were figuring out how to calm Dew’s instincts. Any sort of physical contact seemed to ground him and on days where it was worse you used that to keep both of you sane. It was during one of those days, where Dew was sitting on a cushion on the floor in front of the couch you were on and you were braiding his hair that Aether came in holding one of the sisters. She looked terrified, probably how you looked when you went into the office that night. 

“Have you been able to talk to any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator?” Aether glared at you while she shook her head. “I can give you a little bit of information but I’m still learning myself. Just tell Aether you want to sit over here and he can sit with you and you have a good chance of it happening.” 

That afternoon, you gained a new friend. One who understood what was going on. Despite the difference in time, she figured out things you didn’t know and shared them with you. She became one of your best friends.

Once Dew was finally no longer going on instinct things got… Interesting. He still needed you close, but he was trying to do it right as he said. Little lunch dates, walking you to your new office before he went to practice, bringing you your favorite drinks randomly throughout the day, little notes stuck in places for you to find. He was trying hard to romance you as close to normal as he could and it was working.

It wasn’t good for you. The hugs he’d suddenly pull you into released swarms of butterflies onto your stomach, when he’d wrap his arm around your waist and stand next to you sped your heart up more than it should, the way he tucked his head into your chest after a bad day made your heart absolutely burst with love and affection.

Dew never pushed you to tell him you loved him or made you feel pressured to kiss him. You knew he wanted it, you had overheard him talking with Aether. He was the perfect gentleman for you, except of course his normal shenanigans with the other ghouls. 

One night, Dew had pulled you into his arms, his chin resting over your head, arms wrapped around your stomach, and one of his legs thrown over yours. You were wrapped in a soft but thin blanket, the fire ghoul creating enough warmth you didn’t need much covering you. He was purring, the sound had become something you needed to fall asleep.

“Dew.” He hummed, the sound barely audible above his purring. “I love you.” He froze, purr dying in his throat before coming back louder, he pulled you closer and held you a little tighter. 

“I love you too.” A warm fuzzy feeling filled your chest. 

“Dew… May I have a kiss?” He moved faster than he ever had when comfortable in the nest, adjusting so you were looking him in the eyes. He just stared at you for a few seconds, causing the swarm of butterflies in your stomach to grow before pulling you closer by the back of your head until your lips met. It was short, too short. Dew moved to pull away when you tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him back. That was all the confirmation he needed to devour your lips.

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[toiletdestroyer3415]

I AM SUCH AN EVIL MASTERMIND

so... i had a sleepover with a friend, let's call her Sploinky for the sake of secrecy. I was the only one sleeping over, because everyone else wasn't able to. Sploinky and I watched everyone leave one by one, and all was well. Then, Sploinky goes to get changed into her sleepwear. Then, I realize I have a bag of little guys (those little rubber squishies) that i brought because I wanted to leave them out for her for funsies, just a set number of them for her to find and keep.

Unfortunately for her, I was evil. So evil that I hid all of them around like normal, but instead of telling her, I waited for her to notice. She only noticed after I got done changing myself. Sploinky asks me if I put it there.

I respond "no, but maybe there are more, let's look"

I play dumb. I go looking with her. We find the majority of them. We count 17 of them. We start discussing who might've left them, calculating who was where and who left when and which was most likely to do something like this.

"what an odd number to have," i say, realizing in my own head i hadn't counted them beforehand.

Sploinky agrees and refuses to believe they'd leave them at such a number. I play along. I tell her they come in packs of 15, 18, or 20, according to a Google search on the little squishies.

I watch her frantically search for the remaining one, texting friends left and right, demanding to know who, where, what, when, why and how many could possibly be lurking around her house.

a certain friend, Arrggh, lies and says she did it, and that there are a hundred. They confess to their lie shortly after. Another friend, Lightbulb, answers her call at midnight and laughs. He denies hiding them.

I watch Sploinky fall asleep with a frown on her face, confused and scared as to who would do such a thing. She holds the bag of little guys close and passes out.

In the morning, everything goes as normal. I pack up and prepare to go back home, but I make sure to tell her mom and dad to tell her about my evil plan.

Then, I'm met with this.

Mission complete.

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

Find The Word (Love Themed)

Tagged by @mrsmungus,who's single-handedly keeping me connected to my writing. *hugs*

The rules are simple, find the given words in your writing (WIP, Published, a college essay - it doesn't matter) or something close enough (I think conjugating verbs and finding synonyms are both fair game) share an excerpt, and tag some friends and some new words to play too.

Words for me to find:

Affection, Heart, Kiss, Romance, Spark

Words for you to find:

Date, Kiss, Bed or Bedroom, Love, Promise

Tags to play: @loudlooks @indestinatus @television-overload @jeanmoreaux @wanna-be-bold

@pro-bee @mcgeekle and anyone else!

Affection

From After Midnight: “You are drunk,” she says, reiterating the fact for good measure.     His pliable lips stretch sideways in a silly smile that taps into the pocket of affection she’s long had for his sweet, playful side. “You’re drunk,” he accuses with a scrunch of his nose.  He is half right, and it’s so hot in the backseat, and she knows she should pull away, or push him away, backhand some sense into him even, but something in a momentary flash of sobriety over his expression keeps her from moving at all.

Heart

From Now Playing: They’d filled up a lifetime’s worth of heartache and turmoil and redemption in just a few short years, and it followed them—their collective history—like scars, souvenirs from battles fought both side-by-side and against one another. If their bodies got too close, would they see how well the marks lined up? If so, what would that prove about them? Something once, twice broken. Something messy and complicated… Something, Tony decided shortly after bringing her home, he never wanted to lose again. 

Kiss

From a WIP, New Year Normal: Tony sighed and held her tighter, dragging his teeth over the spot she’d kissed. “It’s definitely not how I thought we’d be spending our first New Year’s Eve as a couple, that’s for sure.”

Romance

From smiles that give you away: Now there were no boundaries. Personal overrunning professional. The endless volley of looks–ranging from playful to uncomfortably intimate–sent across their desks, seeming to convey more without words than with. Touches that lingered on arms and low backs and waists anytime they crossed paths, like two spies who hadn’t yet mastered the brush-pass–who no longer cared that their cover was blown.  McGee couldn’t have written an office romance better himself. (He’d tried.) But they still had jobs to do.

Spark

From Full Mischief: Tony held the butcher knife out to her, the green in his eyes sparkling like jewels. He was pleased with himself, clearly. As if this was his plan from the beginning. “Take a stab, sweetcheeks.”

[ladydorian-writes]

five lines tag

I stole this from @agirlandherquill, hope you don't mind

Rules: find five lines based on the prompts you are given, then change one of the prompts at the end!

Maybe a little more than just a line, but here are some snippets from "With You, at the End of the World":

A Line About A Building - There's an odd sort of nostalgia, he finds, in tracing his steps from four years ago. Like a game of hopscotch played with his eyes, and each new number is another smile to add to his ever-growing collection. A house with a red awning stands on the left, where a wrinkled old sphynx cat spent its last days lounging in the window. There on the corner is a martial arts studio that used to be a hair salon, and farther down stretches a chain link fence plastered with NO SOLICITORS signs that never managed to keep the Witnesses away. He doesn't know why he remembers these things, except that they were important to Tanya, or so it seemed by the way she talked about them, shy and quiet, as though longing to tell their story, but not sure of how to start the chapter. (chapter 12: Don't Miss Me Too Much)

A Sad Line - He flips through several pages that are too painful for more than a passing glance, eventually stopping at a photo of all three of them posed at a restaurant table—still smiling, still blissfully unaware. "This was the last year we were together as a family. Claire and I divorced shortly after, and she got custody. Jack was almost seventeen, old enough in the court's eyes to refuse visitation." He can feel the tears aching to fall, the desperation burning to hold them back. "It's been thirteen years now, and we haven't spoken for so much as a second. But I still love him with all my heart. Even though I know he doesn't love me back." (chapter 17: What Are You So Afraid of?)

A Furious Line - "Yeah?" She breathes. "Is that what you want?" Her tongue darts out to scrape across her lips. "Well, go fuck yourself! Yeah, I said it! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" (chapter 16: Welcome Home)

A Line About The Weather - Raindrops sharp as knives pelt the doorframe and spit their wrath onto the welcome mat, but Tanya simply giggles her way through it, as if the deluge were no more threatening than a leaky faucet. "Don't worry, it's just a little wet," she remarks, with a brush of her palms down her skirt. "And I liked your dancing. I'd give it a nine out of ten." (chapter 4: I Might Have Committed a Thoughtcrime)

A Fun Line - "WE DID IT! We beat the robots another year!" She launches her middle fingers skywards. "Up yours Y2K!" (chapter 11: What Midnight Might Bring)

Tagging any writers who may want to do this.

Here are the prompts:

A Line About A Mistake

A Sad Line

A Furious Line

A Line About The Weather

A Fun Line

[askstevella]

Take Me Back To The Start

Her eyes shot open, waking up in a bedroom across the other building. She was curled up in a set of sheets, as she sat up and rolled up the window.

There were street cars rolling across the sideway, calls of New Yorkers running around back and forth, women dressed to go to work and men rushing into buildings.

Last thing was being tossed in a room at Avengers Tower, the young heroes were messing around in a lab as a blast hit..

..and here she was.

She had no idea if she was alone or not in this time. The signs outside her window said otherwise as she step out the door to grab some breakfast from the dinner.

It looked cozy, colorful in a sense, and warm. She was more than welcomed, despite her all black and brown outfit. Her hair wasn't pinned up, but let down to her shoulders as she ate the stake of pancakes she had in front of her.

She tried contacting Rick, Liane and Rei, who were the ones who mess around with the experiment in the first place. But no answer, she wondered if they ended up in this timeline as well?

She wondered around the corner after breakfast, going in and out of store hoping to not waste in money she had in her pocket and--

-she heard a voice.

She sipped her soda, whipping her head around hearing a voice that sounded familiar yet so forgiven to her. Along with a voice she didn't recall at all. She turned the corner to find two young men in an ally. Correcting they were fighting!

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" Yelled the voice.

"I can do this all day." Said the other voice.

Holy shit...it can't be..can it?

She saw the man punch the other one, as he fell onto the ground. Something kicked into Stella's head rushing over in her kitten heels as she yelled, "Hey!"

By the time she said that, the blonde was already up from the ground holding up his fist as the jerk glared at her.

"Get lost princess." Yelled the jerk.

She scoffed, "With that mouth, no wonder you use your fist."

"I outta use my fist to push you over."

"You won't do that.."

Just as the jerk was about to say something else, the blonde took the lid of the trash can and hit him with it. The jerk him back and turn to the girl, but Stella swung him hard causing the young man to stumble back then walk away grumbling.

She help the blonde stand up from being against the wall, as she finally got a good look at him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, beauty mark and skinny features.

"Thank you." He said.

And the voice. Holy crap she was in 1944, right before the war.

"Are you alright miss...?" He asked, taking in her soft features with a soft smile.

She cleared her throat and nodded, "Yeah..just a little shaken up..I mean, uh I punched the guy..are you okay?"

"Ah well, nothing a little water and an ice pack for later can't fix."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself.."

"Yeah well, this isn't my first fight."

"..and it won't be your last.." She muttered.

"What was that?" He questioned pushing his bangs out of his face.

"Nothin'..just looked like you get beaten up a lot.."

"Funny. I always get into fights, don't like bullies. Uh, where you headed off to?"

"Uh, just getting walk in the park and back to my apartment building.."

"I can talk you home if you like?"

Stella looked stunned, according to stories he was never go with women in the first place, until meeting Peggy Carter who he falls for shortly after. She didn't know to reject him or not..

Steve looked at her with wishful blue eyes, hoping he can get a chance to repay the women who saved him. Bucky was out on a date with Connie today until midnight tonight. He was mostly alone for the rest of the day.

She smiled, "Um, sure. Yeah, I'll like that. I'm Elle Romano.."

"Steve Rogers." He said returning the smile leading the way out of the alley into the park.

Maybe being stuck in the 40s won't be so bad? As they walked into the park, Stella looked over her shoulder to see a fire escape that held a sign in front of it, glimmered with a bouncing energy.

She was a women who studied magic, she can see glimpses of elements everywhere. And according to Thor, science was just magic people don't truly understand yet.

She read stories about this. All someone was supposed to do was climb up the lonely fire escape and jump though the sign into hopefully where they came.

That was her way out of here..

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Where do we got to next? The 90s-2000s to see young!Stella? The part of her relationship with Cap? Time with her brothers? She meet Sarah Rogers? Join in on the fun with your own tales of time travel if you like.

Tags: Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @luna-d-marsh@sherloquestea @rooster-84 and etc

[tia-amorosa]

Caracan - Sparks Family (1)

It is shortly after midnight and the lights are still on in the mayor's house. It's like this almost every evening, because Michael wants to finish his day's tasks first.

​"Michael, it's getting late, come to bed"/ "in a minute, my dear, I just have to write a few lines. Mmh…hm, I've forgotten the name of our new resident again"/ "His name is Keon, Michael. You're getting a bit more forgetful as time goes by, I'm sure you realize that too. You'll have to give up your post at some point. I know you don't want that…".

"I'm still clinging to the idea that we'll leave this island one day. If possible, before I die, Vinetta. Until then, I just want to be who I am for as long as possible."/ "But at some point, you won't be able to do that anymore. You know some of the men here would like to take over your job". "hmm. I'm just not sure yet who I can hand over my position to with a clear conscience"…

"What about Mr. Weiss, or Luck-Neckar? Or Erik Verne? "/ "Oh no, not Erik, he would confuse so many things. No, I was thinking maybe Clayton. He's the closest to what I envision as my successor. He's very eloquent, can write very well, his handwriting is flawless. And he's very competent"/ "that's right. It would certainly be a good job for him."/"But I'm still here"…

"This year marks 15 years. I know it's not necessarily a day to celebrate. But it would still be nice if we could all gather around the table with a good roast. Dean should keep an eye out first and then bring us something that's enough for everyone"/ "if everyone wants to come at all."/ "You're right… Then the leftovers will be brought to them. I also wish we could do it differently. But it was lucky that there are wild animals here".

Michael finished his work for the day. He then went out into the hallway with his wife. This was already an evening ritual. Checking once again that the door was locked, taking another look through the window to make sure no one was out and about. "See, everything's fine"/"Where's our daughter today, she hasn't come home"/"She's staying with the Winchesters, she and Emma have become good friends".

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There is a difference between what you tell your parents and what you do instead. The hunter's house is not far from the family home. Donna has been spending a lot of time with him recently. Lustful moans, rapid breathing and the rhythmic banging of wood against a wall are the sounds that flood his bedroom at this moment.

Donna and the hunter. It's not official yet. They spend most of their time together in their house and enjoy everything they've only ever dreamed of. The two have known each other since they were children. They actually grew up like siblings, but the older they got, the more they realized that they wanted more than just to be friends.

They let their feelings run free until well after midnight. "You really are incredible, Donna, but at some point even the strongest man needs a break. ". She raised an eyebrow and made a pouty face. "hnn, and I thought we could still until tomorrow morning…"/ "hahaha, oh no, really… Hey, I have to get up soon"/ "mmh. All right." He stroked her face tenderly, kissed her and then let himself fall to the side.

Exhausted and satisfied, they lay next to each other. "How much longer do you want to wait, Donna? Your parents should be allowed to know by now, shouldn't they?"/ "hnn, I actually find it quite appealing when we have a little secret"/ "Our relationship isn't a problem… Yes, I lived under the same roof as you and your parents for many years, but everything is different now and I get on with your parents"/ "Oh Dean…"

"What, huh? Your parents are allowed to know… We're not kids anymore, Donna"/ "I know. Hhh, okay, I'll talk to them, all right?"/

"We! I'll come with you, not that you're going to back out"/

"All right, then you're coming with me. I have to help my dad again tomorrow anyway. Man, this work is really boring, I'd rather be doing something else. And I also have to look after the three orphans".

"oh yes, the three who live up by the waterfall…"/ "i'm the dear aunt who looks after them. but Rupert is slowly turning into a man. He wants to be a craftsman now and is attending school again.". Dean raised an eyebrow with a confident look on his face and took a deep breath. "And I can hunt." She had to smile a little. "hnhn, yes, you're very good at that. And in a few days, it'll be Gratitude Day again. We should be grateful that we ended up here and not in the floods.". Dean got a different look on his face. Annoyed. "Yeah, and I'm only allowed to hunt on assignment again and not for fun, it's really boring."

Donna stroked his face and smiled sympathetically. "I know it's not very challenging for you. But you're the one who gets us the meat when we need it. You're the best hunter I know. And we've got everything under control so far, haven't we? I need to sleep now…"/ "O.k….". Donna lay down next to him under the comforter and closed her eyes. While he thought for a moment. "One day… One day I'll shoot a really big one!".

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End of Part one

Credits: Thanks to Lover's Lab for the Passion mod, which my Sims always have a lot of fun with😊😆in (it's like the Kinky, only with fewer functions, but it's enough for me) Bed Pose by Skylar (?) I'm not sure right now. I'll check again next time.^^

[thevampsworld96]

Restless - BWS

Hey, all. I hope everyone is doing well and had a good day.

Here is another short story, which I hope you enjoy this one it is short but sweet.

Apologies if there is any spelling errors or grammar errors.

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It was 3am the whole world was fast asleep well some more or less. The moon shined bright, lightening up the darkness of the night. Planes went by smoothly throughout the night sky, no noise. The buzz of everyday had slowly calmed down throughout the night.

There were some cars racing in the distance of the night, but that didn't disturb you or sweet boyfriend who laid next to you holding you close to his body you loved it when he did it gave you the feeling comfort and security.

The pair of you had a great night out. You had a night out with your best girls, and he was out with the lads, not that you don't go out together as a couple. There are some nights you both like to do separate things, but of course, you would text each duration of the night, making sure you were both alright during the time that you were out and about.

After a long night, you decided to come home. Yes, you drank a lot of different fancy beverages tonight, and now all you wanted was your pillow and some comfy warm clothes and foe the makeup to be removed.

As soon as you arrived home, you felt tired, and your body felt like a dead weight. You couldn't be bothered to do anything. All you wanted was your bed and to be wrapped up inside your man's arms tonight. You promised him you would do your best to wait up for him, but your eyes were getting heavy.

You only had energy to remove your makeup, and that is what you did.

You got changed into some comfy clothes, which was, of course, your pjs, you put your hair up in to a messy bun. You turned on the TV flicking through channels, hoping to find something interesting to keep you awake, but there wasn't anything on midnight, so you just watched a random show, hoping that it would grab your attention but your body was just tired so you were drifting in and out of sleep.

At some point, Brad came home, but you were so out of it that you didn't even hear him come in.

He saw you crashed out on the sofa he pouted at you how sweet and adorable you looked while you slept. He could tell you were cold as you only had a satin vest top on and shorts on which wasn't doing anything to keep you warm.

"Let's get you to bed, my love"

He said with a smirk, then carried you to the shared room and gently laid down into the bed and placed the blanket on you, and gently kissed your lips while gliding his soft lips across your cheeks.

"Sleep, my sweetheart. I'll be with you shortly"

He quietly whispers, and as he is about to leave, you grab his hands, which startles him a bit, but you need him more than ever now.

"Hey love, I'm home. I'm sorry I took too long. That's why I brought you to bed. You looked so cold and pale"

He explained to you while he smiled you and gently pushed the small strands of hair from your face.

"I'm glad your home baby, please come to bed. I need you, please. "

You pleaded gently and quietly but with a slight panic in your voice.

"Hey, shh calm, my love. I'm here now. You don't have to be scared anymore. I promise I am just going to have a quick shower, then I'll be right with you, my love"

He gently says to you while leaving small, short, sweet kisses on your lips, going down to your neck along to your shoulders, which were exposed.

"Please come quick, babe. need you more than ever"

You say while half asleep your eyes were closed while you spoke to Brad.

"I won't be long, love."

He says, kissing you before leaving for his shower. Of course, you will patiently wait for him to return to you, and as promised, he did.

Eventually, as promised, he hurried back to washed and cleaned after his huge, vrazy night, but now you had him all to yourself. He gently laid next to you, gently pulling your body close towards him. You know he was back with you.

He wrapped his arms around you, worrying as you were shaking in your sleep. Brad knrw were not sleeping soundly, you constantly running from something in your nightmares.

"Whatever you're dreaming about, my darling, Whatever is scaring you. You don't have to fear cause I'm here and I promise to you I'm not going anywhere protecting you, my love. Feel my touch and drift away to another world with me"

He says in to your ear, and you give him a smile. Your eyes remain closed. Brad pulled you close towards him, and just like thar, you both fell into a world of sweet dreams...

[queen-ofsunflowers]

I want to see what you can come up with for WitchNight for domestic bliss: 3, 4, 6, 9, 11, 14, 23, 27, 39, 40

OTP Asks - Domestic Bliss Edition!

so that's why you asked about the ship name...

for those who don't recall, WitchNight is My Hero's Midnight and RWBY's Glynda Goodwitch! As such, these answers will be set in the RWBY in My Hero-verse since that's where the pair originated from. Also please note that I use Midnight's real name as opposed to her hero one here. so let's go!

3. What’s one book/DVD/CD they both owned a copy of before meeting each other?

This is gonna sound a bit cheesy, but both of them owned the same book, and this is what actually got them to become friends before becoming more than that. It was the first in a whole series, so the pair started talking about the books before talking about other topics and finding they had more in common than they thought. As for the book series, it was a copy of Howl's Moving Castle, something that had been recommended to both of them. They got a little too into it, though Gylnda refuses to admit it. go read the books if you haven't, they're really good.

4. Do they wash their clothes in the same load or separately?

Separately, mostly because the fabrics of their clothing are different materials that need to be treated differently. Found that out the hard way when they tried to wash their clothes together in one load shortly after moving in together.

6. Who picks what colour bed linen they buy? What does it look like?

Nemuri does! She knows which sheets are the good kind, so Glynda left it to her. Their bedsheets are durable and soft. Nemuri buys them in two separate colors: a dark, satiny purple and an off-white color that has a purple tint to it. She feels that it matches both their aesthetics perfectly. They usually switch them out depending on which ones are currently being washed.

9. Who will buy Girl Scout Cookies when they knock on the door?

This is once again, Nemuri's thing. She usually only does it when Gylnda isn't home, though. Girl Scout Cookies are definitely some of her guilty pleasures, and she gets a bit embarrassed by how many she stocks up on when cookie-selling season comes around.

11. Do they play music in the background while they’re just hanging out at home?

Usually not while hanging out around the house. It's some low, jazz, a classic piece or a random song that one of Nemuri's students recommended she listen to. It will be playing while the pair are working -- either doing housework or paperwork (or in Nemuri's case, also grading papers and setting up lesson plans). When the students' recommendations pop up, it always catches Glynda off-guard.

14. Which partner snores more loudly? How does the other person cope?

She doesn't look like it, but it's Nemuri. It's not often, but there are moments when she does. It's usually when her nose is clogged -- either by allergies or because she's under the weather. Glynda will usually cope by going into another room and sleep on the couch or in the guest room until Nemuri can breathe properly again.

23. Which partner writes love notes in the steam on the mirror?

This is surprisingly a thing that both of them do. Primarily because they know that the other has a rough time with work, so whoever gets home first will usually leave a message in the mirror when they know it's going to be a long day for the other. It's just a sweet little pick-me-up. Nemuri's notes are usually longer (and depending on her mood, more explicit) that Gylnda's short and sweet ones. Nemuri takes pictures of all of Gylnda's notes for when she needs a little encouragement to get through the day.

27. How do they organize their books/DVDs/CDs? Are they kept separate, or together? Alphabetically? By genre?

The moment that they moved in together, Gylnda took charge of that whole thing. She is very meticulous in the way things are organized. Dishes by size and color, soap bottles in the bathroom by whose is whose and when they're used -- same thing for any other hair product or skin care product that they have. Makeup is by type, color and owner. So, their books, DVDs and CDs (if the latter two are still a thing in the future that this takes place in) are organized by her. All are sorted by genre. Book series are usually kept together because it would drive her crazy otherwise.

39. Who’s more likely to lock themselves out?

Nemuri has forgotten her keys more than once, simply because a lot of her clothes do not have pockets. This is the reason that they had to put a spare key kept under the mat.

40. Who’s more likely to invite other people over?

Once again, this is Nemuri's doing. Though, it's usually just Mic or Aizawa crashing on their couch because their apartment is too far away and they're too tired. Ozpin, Qrow and Winter Schnee have all done this, too. There is also instances where Jaune has spent the night, and that was because he had been too overwhelmed at home, couldn't get his schoolwork done there and his grades had begun to slip. As his homeroom teacher, Nemuri did what she could to help him by letting her use her own place to study and get work done peacefully. He's only stayed when he's missed the last train home. Gylnda thought this was odd at first, but over time came to accept it when she realized how much her partner cares about her students.

[smalife1234]

What made me smile this week?

Monday, 11/18/24 - today we're supposed to go to school but we're so worn out and I was exhausted from chemo we decided to take a day off we did this to be energized for the next four days and honestly just to have a break, we did enjoy our day off and we did hangout for the majority of the day we laughed and played pokemon games and then we kept having fun recreating audios or just making faces with the audios me and luz did that perfectly lol! We mainly had a blast, but sadly, we did have to do dishes because Dad wanted to make dinner, but that means that we don't have to do them on Tuesday! Which is normally our day! But we did have a great day, and it was a well-deserved day off. We'll be going to school tomorrow! But we did enjoy this day and it definitely made me smile!

Tuesday, 11/19/24 - today, we go back to school, and in the first period, I had to work on all the questions of the online assignment since last Friday, I spent the whole class working on the pulmonary function test lab, lol. Still, they were pretty easy. We just had to give detailed answers, so it took me an entire hour and more to complete all of those questions. Then, in the second period, we had a huge test! It had 31 questions and I spent maybe 30 minutes on the test probably even more but I do not know what grade I got because it didn't tell us I just realized I failed lol, but I got through with that and started working on my course reflection summary paper as that's due today at midnight, I got it done for the most part I just need to edit it and re-read it over and over lol, shortly after we headed to lunch where I had saw that there was a sign saying were temporarily out of lettuce meaning no salad but there were wraps and I thought why not give it a try so I did and there was my favorite ranch there “caesar dressing” and I ordered what I would normally on the salad but instead in a wrap and I ate it and it was actually really good! I liked how much chicken and toppings there were in the wrap, but it was extremely messy, lol! But I did enjoy it and it did fill me right up! Then in the third period, we watched the last 15-minute video we had watched on Monday while I was out and it was pretty interesting then we talked about fingerprints for a few and continued to another lab we had to do fingerprints and put hot glue and then water on one side of a petri dish (don't know what that was about?) but then we had to analyze the fingerprints of our classmates and see what fingerprint sample there's matched to, so we did that and it took the rest of the class and were still not done so that will definitely lead into Thursday lol, but then in the fourth period we had talked about toxic friendships and then watched a TED talk video and had a sheet to answer the questions and then we shortly moved on to another assignment which was based on more questions paired with an article. And then we got home, where unexpectedly I started my period, which is weird cause I thought I would've gotten it on the 24th. My body is weird like that, and yes, I chart this because I got to an endocrinologist, and I just find this easier. Then we played on Subway Surfers and Pokemon TGC Pocket and then we enjoyed some yummy Alfredo or at least Willam Donny and Sydney did later that night :) Today has made me smile!

Wednesday, 11/20/24 - today we woke up and I had just gotten dressed and chilled on Instagram for a few until we had to leave for the bus we had an unexpected rain shower that morning so we had to grab an umbrella quickly and it sucked lol we soon got on the bus and had to put the wet umbrella on the bus floor or hold it directly over the floor, then in the first period I had reviewed over some youtube descriptions to see if they needed shaping up then we had to start an assignment that required six sheets of papers for the different client clearance forms I guess ol just for PLTW and so as of currently Im updating weekly smiles off of my computer and then I, ll get started so to chart I got started at 9:06 AM now its 9:57 and I've gotten every paper done! Wow, I work fast, but now I just need to work on the questions, which might take a bit, but they are due Monday, so no worries! In the second period, I got a yummy chocolate oatmeal cookie and we began a worksheet and a puzzle, then the teacher started talking about crazy police reports she, 's been writing for 25 years, she talked about one where a husband and wife were playing around and then he took her 50$ bra and fried in a frying pan with chicken lol it was crazy and now we're just working and I continue to update weekly smiles then I done the ed puzzle and got a 56 since I was so confused lol and then I had watched a mole conversions video, now I have been working on completing very old notes from September and October roll and I started around 11:07 and worked all the way until 11:39 lol but I've made great progress and so far iv,e gotten to the seventh of October! During this period we had worked on the rest of our fingerprinting activity and I got that finished then I finished the two sets of notes required and surprisingly this is the most chill day in her class lol since for the past 30 minutes I got to chill then in fourth period we had talked over our 2.00 summary discussion paper and then we soon worked on as assignment where we had to create a fake scenario while drawing out the texts and then the good friend responding on the other side, we did another assignment that contained 11 questions, shortly after we left school and then we came home and we just had a fun time hanging out! And now we are chilling, editing, and playing video games lol, even though I should really be editing lol! But I eventually filmed my little heart out in two videos in one night! That's a lot of work for me, and so I edited them until 10:45 Pmm. And they are both ready to go. Please look out for those videos. Come both on Thursday!

Thursday, 11/21/24 - Hey everyone today is my wife's amazing anniversary! She has hit 9 months as a quadriplegic. I couldn't be more proud and amazed by her. I love you, baba! Moving on from the wonderful achievement I am on my 61st round of chemotherapy! And my video and my wife's video are coming out today! My wife is coming out at 7:00 Am, I believe, and mine is coming out at 3:15 P.m.! So please enjoy! Now, in the first period, I began working on 3.1.7, cleared to climb, and then sent photos to Donny, and now I am updating weekly smiles so far. I started the assignment at 8:20, and I'll update you all when I am done, lol! Now I'm finally done at 9:34! And now it's time to work on my chemistry paper, lol, and now I'm finished, so I've done a lot of work in one class, and now I'll try and update the descriptions for today's videos!

Friday, 11/22/24 - today I missed school because I had a random bout of diarrhea a headache, and a sore throat so I just enjoyed my day the best I could I sat and battled on Pokemon TGC, and then shortly after I had just watched things on my computer and then we filmed Lu,z story and how she transfers in and out of her wheelchair and we provided a way more in-depth video soon hours later Willam and Donny came home from school and told me about there day after that they hadgivene me a yummy chair coated in chocolate, and then we just enjoyed the rest of the night before the weekends! Today made me smile!

Saturday, 11/23/24 - today is the weekend! I woke up pretty late but we had just chilled in our blankets for a few and then we watched Instagram most of the time, shortly after we had noticed Ember our cousin was over at our house doing crafts for her fundraiser and then we got some yummy dunkin donuts and a drink from mom and then we done a video for her fundraiser just a short three-minute video and then we hanged out for a few and then we got McDonald's we got a big mack and fries and a dr pepper! It was good, and we enjoyed the meal. Then we just had a fun time playing with Snapchat filters and had a great time hanging out. We had done a swap wheelchair challenge for a day, and it had been pretty chill, lol. We had a fun time hanging out most of the day! Today was chill and it made me smile!

Sunday, 11/24/24 - today is our 1st wedding anniversary! We have officially been married for 1 year! And I wouldn't choose to spend this day with anyone else! I love you, Emmie. For our 1 year, we had woken up, and we just hung out, and then we posted several edits on our Instagram pages! Please check those out! Then we hung out for a while and then we heard our mom cussing and yelling because of a battery that went missing and now we are again sitting on our wedding anniversary with something going wrong don't get me wrong I love my wife and I'm happy it's our 1st wedding anniversary BUT I would much rather have a calm nice day with friends and my wife rather than anticipating when our moms next screaming episode are you know? And we're editing and hopefully that goes well! And we'll just cut to the chase! We had a good day. We enjoyed the rest of our afternoon, and it did make us smile! I love you baba 💓 Happy 1 year to us! Now the most important Question?!

What made you smile this week?

Img desc #1: Emmie is seen in a grey short-sleeved shirt while smiling near a white clock door and white wall. She is seen giving off a big smile!

Img desc #2: doc is seen on Doc and Emmies date night she is seen smiling while in a beige-colored long-sleeved sweater.

Img desc #3: doc is seen smiling with a group of people. While smiling, she is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and beige-colored sweatpants.

Img desc #4: Emmie, seen with a group of people, smiling while wearing a black long-sleeved hoodie and black sunglasses 🕶️.

Img desc #5: a beautiful sunset is shown near Doc's house.

Img desc #6: a black plate is shown with an empty packet of Cesar dressing and Cesar dressing in the packet is seen spread across the plate and a few bits of bread from the wrap.

[my-silent-screams]

It was a tough night again for me. My mind was restless and I couldn’t sleep. I think you sensed my sadness and tried to comfort me when you got home, but I pretended to be asleep as it was just too hard to be around you.

I got up at midnight and went out to the hall to sit with Cat and try to quiet my thoughts for a bit. Sitting in the darkness, I sat there taking in the silence of the night. I tried to take deep breaths. I tried to wait for sleep to come. 

I attempted to go back to sleep again after some time, but my rest was fitful. I think I felt you come close to comfort me, and you held my hands through the night. I seemed to recall Cat coming over to me as well, sitting on my chest for some time, before she moved next to my head and touched her paws to my hands. Perhaps I imagined it all in between my chaotic dreams and moments of lucidness. But if I did dream this, then it was such a beautiful, bittersweet night.

I woke up at 830am today. I haven’t slept past 6am in a long time. We went out for breakfast at the coffee shop today and I can’t even remember when was the last time we did this. For once you were not using your phone, yet you still felt so far away, and it was so hard to even have any sort of conversation at all. I tried to hold back my tears but I just couldn’t stop them from flowing knowing this might be the last time we ever do this again. 

It started thunder storming shortly after. The weather has been real fun these days, a match for my melancholic mood. It was cold, freezing and the winds were gusting, and you looped your arm around my shoulder while you sheltered us home after breakfast. It’s probably the closest we’ve been to each other all this time. While we were drenched, the small moments of joy splooshing together in puddles lightened the mood somewhat. And that’s a beautiful memory that I’ll take with me.

Just 1 more day before we part…. 

I’ll always cherish these final days with you. Much as I’m hurting this week, one day wanting to be near you and another wanting to get as far away from you as possible, I’m thankful you’re still around.

Our time apart officially starts after tomorrow, I’ll miss you so much but and I hope you find what you’re looking for. Meantime, I need to focus on myself and embark on this next stage alone now.