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[somethingsomethingcomic]

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[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend Pt 2 (Warren Lipka x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches Warren being a little too friendly with you, causing a fight to break out. Warren expresses that he wants to be more than a secret booty call.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut, violence (not really directed at reader), blood, weed

Pt 1 , Pt 3

I wake up to my cell phone buzzing on Dakota’s nightstand. I groan, throwing the unconscious boy off me as I roll over to grab the small rectangle of plastic. I check the digital alarm clock.

2:35 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me?

My stomach flips when I see Warrens name lighting up on my phone. I run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Warren it’s 2:30 in the morning,” I giggle quietly as I lock the door.

“I know, I know,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear the bong bubbling in the background. My cheeks burn red. “I just got some crazy bud if you wanna come smoke,” I can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can pick you up,” he offers. I smile at his extremely tempting offer.

“I can’t,” I sigh, disappointing both Warren and myself. “I’m at Dakotas. He’ll wake up and I already agreed to drive him to the gaming store first thing in morning,” I explain. He’s silent for a moment.

“Alright,” I can hear frustration in his voice. “Yeah, I’m the side piece, I forgot,” he scoffs. My heart sinks.

“Warren, I’m sorry,” I want to cry.

“No,” he sighs. “I understand I guess. I will see you soon though,” he says calmly.

“Of course,” I sigh in relief that he still wants to see me.

“I’ll see you around, beautiful,” he says, then the line goes dead. I delete the recent call before crawling back into bed, but I’m unable to sleep. I miss Warrens voice so much. I kick myself for not accept his offer as I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

•

•

The next afternoon, I sit across from Dakota in a small local diner, playing with the spoon sticking out of my coffee mug as he talks on his cellphone to one of his friends about a football game or something, I’m not too sure honestly. I’m not really listening.

A car door slams catching my attention. I look out the condensation covered window next to our booth to see Warren and a guy I’ve never seen before step out of a vehicle. My eyes light up.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cig real quick,” I sputter in one breath, taking my pack of Camels and running out the door before Dakota even responds. I walk up behind warren without him seeing me, as he talks to the other guy getting out of the car.

“Got a light?” I ask, popping a menthol in my mouth as I smile from ear to ear, tapping his shoulder. He turns around with his eyebrows threaded in confusion, but immediately matches my expression as soon as he sees me.

“Y/n,” he pulls me into a hug. “Spencer gimme your lighter,” he demands the other guy. He tosses a blue bic lighter to Warren.

“Who’s-“ Spencer begins to ask.

“Just go get us a seat, man,” Warren cuts him off. The awkward boy walks away quietly. Warren turns back to me, his grin returning as he lights the menthol cigarette between my lips.

“Thanks,” I smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach as he watches me remove the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke.

“Mind if I bum one? Spencer locked mine in his car,” he motions to the pack of Newports trapped on the passenger seat. I giggle, handing him a cig.

“You here by yourself?” he asks as the orange flame from the lighter lights up his face and reflects an auburn glow in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no, actually,” I take another drag, motioning my cigarette towards the window of the dinner. Warren tuns to see Dakota talking on his phone, still unaware of my departure.

“Oh,” his grin faulters.

“I’m, uhm, free after this though,” I offer. Just like that, his dimples have returned.

“I have some stuff to go over with Spencer,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the awkward boy in dinner, then ashes his cigarette. “But I’m free tonight,” he stares into my eyes. I can’t contain the huge grin plastered on my face. Warren reaches his free hand out to slowly release some loose strands of my hair that the wind blew into my lip gloss. His hand lingers on my face, we lock gazes as his thumb caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girl, man?” Dakota shouts, quickly approaching Warren. He swiftly turns around to face my angry boyfriend.

“Just calm down man. I wasn’t-“ Warren laughs, tossing his cigarette on the ground, but Dakota cuts him off by shoving his chest, hard. He doesn’t budge, but easily retaliates the gesture, sending Dakota stumbling backwards a foot or two. I know it’s wrong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say its insanely hot watching Warren get angry.

“Keep your hands off me, douchebag or ill kick your ass right here in front of your girl,” he spits in Dakotas face, literally. Dakota looks at me, wiping Warrens’ saliva off his face, then quickly hits Warren with a right hook. Warren’s head snaps to the side with the loud thud of knuckles on skin. Warren looks back at Dakota in shock, wiping the small trickle of blood from his nose. I watch completely stunned, even though I want to stop them, I can’t move. This all happened so fast.

“You hit like a pussy,” Warren chuckles before uppercutting Dakota so hard that his neck cracks as his head flies backward. I snap out of my haze, running over to Dakota as he steadies himself. I grab his arm in attempt to help him.

“Come on, Dakota let’s just go,” I plead, not wanting to watch him get his ass laid out on the frozen pavement.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, back handing me, not taking his eyes off Warren. I grab my cheek, about to cuss him out when Warren takes Dakotas collar into his fists, shoving him against Spencer’s car. Warren grabs his throat, holding his head steady, so his already bruised knuckles can strike as hard as possible against Dakota’s jaw. Blood immediately pours out of his busted lip.

“Don’t fucking talk to y/n like that!” he screams, just inches from my boyfriend’s face. The veins popping out of his neck, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto Dakota. Warren spits the blood that’s dripped from his nose between his lips into Dakota’s face. “Does that make you feel strong, pussy boy? Huh? You feel like man when you bitch slap your girlfriend?” he growls, his fist contacting Dakotas abdomen this time, knocking wind out of him, leaving my boyfriend wheezing.

When Warren screams that last phrase, that’s when I realize; Dakota is fighting for his masculinity, Warren’s fighting for me. I turn on my heels to run inside the dinner, finding the boy that Warren arrived with.

“Spencer, right?” I ask out of breath. He nods his head, confused. “Warrens beating the shit out of my boyfriend, I need you to help me stop him before he kills him,” I explain breathlessly.

“Oh,” Spencer says processing what I’m saying. “Oh my- Oh my god!” He jumps from the seat, running out the door with me.

“Warren, dude come on, you’re gonna get arrested!” Spencer shouts, cautiously approaching the scuffling boys. It seems like this isn’t the first time Spencer has witnessed this. It appears that Dakota managed to get another hit or two in, because Warrens eyebrow appears busted and they’re on the ground now, a small pool of blood forming on the frosted pavement underneath Dakota.

“Fuck off, Spence,” Warren growls about to strike again.

“Please Warren! You’re gonna kill him!” I shriek. Warren pauses, Spencer takes the opportunity to pull Warren off Dakota. I run over to my boyfriend, trying to help him up.

“Get off of me you stupid bitch!” Dakota shouts, slapping me off him as he tries to stand on his shaky legs.

“Hey!” Warren shouts in the background, Spencer holds him back again.

“Dakota, please. You need help,” I plead feeling bad for him.

“This is your fault! If you weren’t out here whoring it up with this clown, this wouldn’t have happened,” he screams in my face, blood dripping from multiple different wounds on his face, his nose already purple.

“Just let me drive you home,” I sigh, feeling less guilty since he had the audacity to call me a whore, when he slept with my cousin in my own car two months ago. Actually, after remembering that, I don’t feel bad for him at all anymore.

“No! I’m walking! Fuck off! And fuck all of you! You too Spencer!” he shouts as he limps away, holding his stomach.

 I guess spencer was the mutual friend.

 I turn to see Warren leaning against Spencer’s car, smoking one of his Newports.

“What did I do?” I hear spencer ask, I ignore him.

“Warren I’m so-“ my eyes well up with tears, my cheek still stinging as the cold wind blows against the hand print on my face.

“Come here, are you okay?” He pulls me into a quick hug then examines my cheek. Placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“Of course I’m fine,” I sigh grabbing his face. “Look at you,” I frown, putting a gentle hand on his face. He winces against my touch. His bottom lip and right eyebrow are both busted. There’s blood coming from his nose, flowing over his lips and onto his chin. His right cheek is bright red and swollen.

“You should see the other guy,” he chuckles, popping the cigarette back into his mouth. How can he joke at a time like this. Nevertheless, I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I offer.

“I’ll go get your keys and stuff,” he smiles.

“No, Warren, I can get them. Just stay here,” I dash back into the dinner, everyone giving me weird looks. I smile awkwardly, throwing a 10 down on the table, then run back to the boys, the bells on the doors jingling loudly behind me.

“Okay, come on,” I take Warrens hand.

“Should, uh, should I just go home then?” Spencer asks awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, Spence. Get the fuck out of here,” Warren dismisses him, half joking with the timid boy. I can tell that their friendship has an interesting dynamic.

•

•

“Thank god my folks ain’t here,” Warren sighs as he unlocks his front door, allowing me to enter the home first.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask looking around the house, which is becoming a familiar scene.

“I’ll grab it, just head down to my room,” he says motioning to the basement door as he walks up the carpet steps. I obey, making my way to his bedroom.

I sit down on his couch, a few moments later, Warren enters with the first aid kit.

“Is the worst of it on your face?” I ask the mangled boy in front of me as I pop the plastic box open. He winces as he pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head. He turns around to reveal a nasty patch of road rash stretching from his spine over to his left shoulder. “Oh, Warren,” I gasp, sadness in my voice. I feel horrible for him. He sits down on the couch next to me.

“He got the best of me for about four seconds, but it was enough to fuck my back up pretty bad,” he laughs. Somehow still smiling even though he’s covered in dried blood-most of it not his- and his lip is busted.

“I’m sorry about that, Warren. I should have just stayed in the diner,” I shake my head as I open a gauze pad and grab the rubbing alcohol.

“But if you’d done that, you wouldn’t be sitting in my room right now,” he grins, but winces a bit. It probably hurts to smile; His cheek is bruised pretty bad.

“Yeah, but at least you wouldn’t be in pain,” I say as I pour the strong smelling alcohol onto the gauze.

“Worth it,” he smirks, resting his busted knuckles on my thigh.

“This is gonna sting,” I say, taking a deep breath. He nods, closing his eyes. I press the alcohol soaked cotton onto his split eyebrow.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts through gritted teeth, squeezing my thigh.

“I know, I know,” I pat the wound a couple more times before removing it. “I’m sorry,” I dampen another gauze pad, moving to his lip. He hisses again but allows me to clean the gash. Finally, I have him stand and turn so I can clean his shoulder. I can’t help but admire his back, running my fingers gently over the undamaged skin, leaving goosebumps behind every trace. The room is quiet, just the faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and Warrens breathing.

“Does it look bad?” he breaks the silence, looking at me over his shoulder.

“No, uh,” I clear my throat. “Sorry just uhm,” I clumsily grab a new cotton pad and the alcohol, naturally spilling it a bit, embarrassed that he caught me staring. “No, it’s not too bad,” I say as I fumble with the cotton.

“Why are you so nervous all the-“ he laughs, then I push the alcohol to his cuts. “Shit! Fuck, Y/n warn me next time!” he shouts. I wince at his loud tone as all the muscles in his back tense. I pull away, tears begin to form in my eyes. The past hour has been so stressful and him raising his voice sent me over the edge. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, that I just caught him off guard, but I can’t help how my body responded.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he quickly turns around, seemingly forgetting about the pain, bringing me into a tight hug as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” I smile up at him as he wipes the stray tear from my face. He looks so pretty, even when he’s doused in dried blood and half his face is bruised. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed… I really need to smoke,” I sigh.

“Ditto,” he agrees, pulling away. “I’m gonna shower real quick. If you could, would you grab me the icepacks out of the freezer in the kitchen? Then I’ll bust out the bong,” he winks as he walks towards the bathroom in just his blood stained jeans. I smile and nod, then turn to walk up the steps.

•

•

After locating the ice packs, I run to my car to grab my weed. I go back inside, making my way to the steps, hearing a The Offspring cd playing as I descend into the basement. I see Warren already sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel, his damp dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Hey beautiful, what took so long?” he asks as I take a seat next to him.

“Oh, I ran out to my car to grab my bud so I could match you,” I explain as I set the jar on the table, then I hold an ice pack to his cheek. “You poor thing,” I sigh. He looks much better now that he’s cleaned up, but now I can see the wounds for what they really are.

“Come on y/n, you know I’m not gonna let you match me,” he laughs, continuing to break up the weed.

“Warren, I insist. I already feel bad enough that I got you into a fight,” I open the jar, but he snatches it out of my hand.

“No,” he says sternly, looking into my eyes. “And don’t say that. You had nothing to do with the fight, that dumbass came out swinging and disrespecting you. That’s all on him,” he says seriously. I just nod, a bit intimidated by his stern tone. He grabs the lighter and the bong handing it to me,

“Ladies first,” he winks, the mood much lighter now. He takes the icepack into his own hand so I can hit the bong. He watches me as I take a big hit. The warm smoke filling my lungs quickly. I blow the milky smoke towards the ceiling, as I sink into the couch.

“What?” I giggle when I realize that Warrens still watching me.

“You’re just so pretty, I never want to take my eyes off of you,” he smiles, setting the icepack down to take the glass out of my hand, pulling a huge hit. I see his muscles relax almost instantly.

“You’re pretty too,” I chuckle, taking one more hit. It doesn’t take long to feel the effects, I feel light but heavy at the same time; like I’m floating, but my limbs are too dense to move. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world.

“I was, until I got my face banged up,” he frowns, putting his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“I don’t think it’s a bad look,” I say honestly. “I know you’re in pain, but you do look pretty badass. It’s kinda sexy actually,” I giggle, the THC clouding my brain doesn’t allow me to keep that last thought to myself. Warrens ears perk up at the word ‘sexy’. He sets the bong down, scooching closer to me, the towel wrapped around his toned torso falls a bit, exposing his V-line and a bit of brown hair right below it. The sight makes me moan internally.

“Is that so?” he smirks, his face coming closer to me.

“Mhm,” I smile, bringing my hand up to feel his bare chest. He hovers above me as I lay heavy in between the couch cushions. “Even sexier than normal,” I smile, looking at him through lidded eyes. Warren leans down, pressing his busted lip against mine, I kiss back gently.

“I’ve missed your lips,” he smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, cupping his uninjured cheek in my hand.

“Nah, you fixed me up real good Doc,” he chuckles. “Plus, I’m pretty stoned right now. As they say, weed’s the best medicine,” he says bringing me into another kiss. I melt completely into him; This is all I’ve craved in the two weeks it’s been since I’ve seen him last.

“I’ve missed you so much, Warren,” I admit into the kiss.

“Lay down darling, I owe you for fixin’ me up,” he says helping me turn to lay down the couch.

“Warren, you should just take it easy, baby. You’ve been through a lot,” I rub my hand up and down his arm, over his silly tattoo. He smiles at the pet name, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“I am taking it easy, beautiful. Weed might be the best medicine, but you’re a close second,” he smirks, taking my pants and underwear off in one swoop, making my stomach flip. I’m almost ashamed of how easily I become puddy in his hands. “Mmm, so pretty,” he gently runs his hands up my thighs as I spread my legs for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. I’m always ready for him.

“Warren you really don’t have-“ he places a quick kiss on lips.

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name, okay, beautiful,” he says gently but sternly, a small smile plastered on his face. I can’t help but giggle as excitement courses through my body. I simply nod my head ‘yes’.

He slides down my body admiring me in all my glory. He gently slides a finger over my heat, watching me intently.

“Sucha pretty girl,” he coos as he settles his head between my legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them open as he begins licking at my clit, quickly earning a moan of approval from me. He gently sticks a finger inside of me as he continues working on my nub. “Does that feel good baby,” he asks against my core.

“Mhm,” I moan out, bringing a hand to hold onto his damp hair. The amount of weed in my system amplifies the pleasure by 100. He sucks gently on my bundle of nerves as his finger pumps into me, curling perfectly.

“Fuck warren,” I pant, curling my toes, my breath becomes shallow. He continues his steady pace, the pleasure winding in my stomach begging for release. I begin grinding against his face, begging for more contact as his tongue works expertly against me. He moans against my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I come undone, gripping hard onto his hair as my hips continue to grind into his face, covering him in my release. He pulls away proudly, licking his fingers as I try to catch my breath.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he winks making me blush. He sighs happily, before grabbing the bong, taking another hit.

“That’s all I get?” I ask as he passes me the glass. He looks at me confused. I take a quick hit- not worried about the weed, I want him inside of me. I reach over, further removing the loosely draped towel covering his torso, revealing his erection.

“I was treating you, baby,” he laughs, “but if you insist,” he lays me back down on the couch once again as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He gives himself a couple pumps before lining himself into me, those dark bloodshot eyes gazing into mine makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love how you stretch me out,” I moan as he pushes into me, a proud smirk appears on his bruised face.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” he grunts, grabbing my hips as he begins to thrust in and out of me. He’s so deep; I swear I can feel him poking my stomach.

“You fuck me so good warren, faster, please,” I whine, begging for more. I’m defenseless against him, the amount of pleasure he brings me is inhuman. He obeys, fucking me faster and deeper. I wrap my legs around him as he leans down, placing a sloppy kiss to my lips. “I want you to cum in me warren,” I pant against his lips, his eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill,” I giggle. “Please Warren I want to feel you cum inside me, I’ve never let anyone else do it, please,” I beg. His eyes cloud with even more lust, something I didn’t think was possible. He groans, sitting up so he can pull my hips flush against his with every thrust. He brings one hand down to play with my bundle of nerves, I’m unable to contain my noises of pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly to himself as he rocks his hips into me. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asks in a deep growl, goosebumps appear on my skin. “Y/n, who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asks again as he thrusts hard hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Yours! It’s all yours Warren,” I pant desperately, my tone that of one you’d hear in a cheesy porno. His possessiveness and the way he’s hitting the deepest parts of me mixed with the weed brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, grabbing my face. My walls clench around him as his powerful thrusts become sloppy. I scream out his name, euphoria enveloping me as he shoots his cum deep inside me, I’ve never experienced anything as erotic as him fucking his seed into me as it leaks out of my throbbing cunt onto his couch. Warren pulls out reluctantly, his legs visibly shaking. I lay limp in the same spot, trying to steady my breathing and stop my own legs from shaking.

“Are you okay?” he laughs helping me sit up.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I’ve just never been fucked like-“ I stop when I see his lip gushing blood. “Warren, baby, your lips bleeding again,” I stand up quickly to find the gauze, I ignore his cum that begins to run down my thigh.

“Leave it” he waves his hand, laying back on the couch. “I feel too good to care,” he laughs. “Come lay with me,” he pats the couch. I pick up an alcohol soaked cotton pad, then sit next to him.

“Let me clean this first,” I say. He nods reluctantly, hissing as the pad hits his lip. The bleeding stops soon. “You need to put some antibacterial ointment on that. Mouth abrasions can get infected really easily,” I begin to explain.

“You should break up with your boyfriend,” he blurts out. I don’t think he was listening to anything I said. He stares at me nervously awaiting my response.

“I know I should,” I sigh, he reaches over to the coffee table handing me my phone. “What? Now?” I ask shocked. He nods his head.

“I want you to be mine, all mine. I can’t go another two weeks without seeing you, having you too busy with that douche to see me, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else touching you like I just did,” he pours his heart out, not dropping my gaze once. I look away, biting my lip. He’s right, as always. I belong with him; Anyone can see that.

“Well, at least wait until the morning,” I sigh looking back at him. “I mean you did just beat the shit of the guy and cum in his girlfriend, isn’t that enough for one night,” I smile lightly, not sure how he’ll feel about the idea.

“If you stay with me tonight, and do it very first thing in the morning, then I’ll agree,” he offers with a small smile. I agree, cuddling into his side. He lays a kiss on my forehead.

I should feel guilty, but I don’t, not towards Dakota at least. I feel guilty about getting Warren hurt, but my bitch ass boyfriend had it coming. I’ve finally found someone who cares about me, and I refuse to lose that, even if this is just a fling.

[reiderwriter]

listen- i get this is not helpful at all but i NEED a fic based on the 8th picture (him in front of that wooden door in glasses) with spencer reid x reader 🙏

https://www.tumblr.com/reiderwriter/726627519505301504/photo-dump-2-im-really-in-love-with-him-guys

A/N: I love this pic so much, you don't even know, like glasses??? Hair??? Shirt unbuttoned whorishly??? It's actually criminal. I hope you enjoy the fic!!

Warnings: Semi-public sex, creampie, most of this isn't smut, but it is there, fingering, cowgirl, etc.

You weren't sure what motivated you to keep your relationship with Spencer Reid to yourself. You just knew that the heat of his kisses was delightful.

On days like today, special occasions where you had him all to yourself with no threat of intrusion, you gave into your little desires, let go of all your tension and melted into his touch, ready to feel all of him as you both basked in your pleasure. 

Rolling your hips into his from the couch  you enjoyed every lazy tun of his lips across yours, each slow caress of your cheek, every pump of his fingers inside you, stretching you out and getting you ready. 

You let yourself get lost in his bites, his licks, just as he moaned at each scratch of your nails against his back. You were so lost and content that neither of you, in fact, noticed the frustrated rings of the Spencer's doorbell, until whoever it was on the other side pounded against the door with a forceful knock. 

“Come back to me quickly,” you reluctantly parted from him, taking the opportunity to catch your breath as Spencer donned his glasses and straightened the part of his shirt that remained buttoned. 

Moving to the door, Spencer scowled in dissatisfaction. Cracking the door open, his face immediately drained of blood as he took in the face outside of it. 

“About time, pretty boy. I've been out here ten minutes trying to get you to open up.” Morgan sighed, exasperated. Suddenly thankful that he'd only cracked the door, Spencer narrowed it a little further, knowing that your body would be in direct view of anyone standing in the doorway with a clear eye line. 

“What are you doing here?” He questioned the man, willing his body to lose the tension in his voice before Morgan suspected something was off.

“Rossi's pasta night. I drive you every time, don't tell me you forgot.” 

“I'm feeling a little under the weather. I think I picked up the flu in Seattle last week.” He coughed for effect, though the resulting eyebrow raise didn't exactly bolster his opinion of his own acting skills.

“You are looking a little pale, but you're also sounding very suspicious. Spencer, if you're using again, you know we'll get you the help you need.” 

“I appreciate it, Morgan, but I'm not. Just the flu. I promise.” 

“That last unsub really did a number on you, huh? I knew he landed some punches, but I didn't think he'd bruised up your neck and chest like that.” 

For a minute, Spencer stood confused before he glanced down at his near bare chest, trailing a hand down certain areas you'd paid special attention to moments before. His mind blanked as he searched for an excuse, completely forgetting that Morgan had just given him a perfectly reasonable one. 

“Well, anyway, take care of yourself, kid.” With that, the older man sauntered away, leaving Spencer to close the door behind him and thank whatever logical higher power there was that he didn't ask any further questions. 

He practically threw himself back into the living room and into your arms as he pressed himself into you once again, not planning to leave until you'd shared ample satisfactions with each other. 

–X– 

“So they're definitely fucking, right?” Emily sipped her wine as she finished her pasta dish, Penelope to her left and Morgan to her right as they gossiped about their beloved teammates. 

“You should've seen it, Emily. The kid was covered in lipstick and hickeys and couldn't even give me a reason why.” With Rossi and Hotch away packing up the leftovers, the three more fun members of the team had been left to JJ's careful watch. 

“The three of you should drop it. They'll tell us when they tell us. We shouldn't pry.”

“It took me a month to learn Y/N's first name. I thought I'd forgot it and was wandering around trying to get her to say it, only to find out she'd never told any of us, and you think she's going to be so forthcoming with other personal information?” Penelope pouted, still sore about your slightly chilly welcome to the team. 

“I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't push it. They're both our friends, and they're obviously enjoying the sneaking around.” 

“I suddenly recall Miss Jareau here also sneaking around and being secretive a while back, with a certain Mr LaMontagne.” Emily smirked at her friend across the table, silencing the other woman with her teasing and earning her a humorous eye roll. 

“How much of that wine have you had, Emily?” Hotch asked, stepping into the dining room once again, a tense frown set against his stern features. 

“Half a glass. We have a case?” 

“Unfortunately. I'll call Y/N and Reid. Go pick up your go-bags.” 

“Hotch, wait!” Morgan called out as the man started typing the familiar digits into his phone. “I'll get Y/N and Reid. I have a feeling I can kill two birds with one stone with this notification.”

–X– 

The feeling of Spencer buried inside of you was near perfection, as you rocked your hips into his, grinding down on his cock as you rode him. Never a fan of giving up complete control, Spencer kept a tight hand on your hips, controlling your pace and keeping it disastrously fast as you found your release above him. He continued feeding you pleasure as he worked himself over the edge, to happy to be meeting you in your bliss. 

Another interruption found you before you could catch your breaths, though, and the pounding at Spencer’s door was back again. Somehow, it was even louder this time. 

“You're on top. Can you get that one?” He panted underneath you  and you nodded quickly, hissing slightly as you pulled yourself off his cock, watching your shared arousal spill out. Cleaning yourself up with the towels he'd prepared earlier, you pulled on the closest item of clothing to you and made your way to the door. 

Your biggest regret, had you been asked, would most likely have been the decision to forego pants. As you swung open the door to Spencer’s apartment, you were met with three shit-eating grins. 

“Y/N, wonderful, just who we were looking for.” Emily smiled and teased as Penelope tried her best not to burst into laughter. Morgan’s expression was the mirror of Emily’s, as he joined in the teasing. 

“That shirt looks better on you than it did on Spencer earlier, I'll give you that.” 

You subconsciously wrapped it around yourself more, again cursing your lack of foresight. You'd grabbed Spencer’s shirt and pulled it on like a dress, despite the fact that you weren't so much smaller than the man himself, just shorter. 

“What are you all doing here?” 

“Hotch sent us to get you. We've got a case. Shipping out in 1 hour. Do you have your go-bag, or do you just leave enough supplies here to be able to make the drop from here?” Emily continued, mixing business with the pleasure of poking fun at you. 

It seemed that Spencer in his post-orgasmic bliss had made the same mistake as you had as you felt a set of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm presence at your back as he lifted an arm to tilt the door slightly more ajar than before. 

He'd at least had the decency to throw on pants, though. 

“Spencer! I'm so glad you could join us! How's your cold?” Emily barked with laughter as she took in Spencer’s guilty, frozen expression. 

“There's a perfectly good explanation for this.” He stuttered, putting a slight bit of distance between the two of you but not fully letting you go as your friends struggled to wipe the smiles off their faces. 

“I don't want to hear an explanation of anything you did in their, kid. I already know about the birds and the bees.” Morgan laughed as he started his retreat from Spencer's doorway, the two women following suit. 

“For your consideration, I'd make a wonderful godmother.” Penelope shouted as she followed her best friends out of the building. Emily lingered a few more seconds, though, still grinning. 

“You have about an hour to come up with an excuse, though, if you'd like. Hotch says wheels up in 60, gives you time to get your story straight.” With a wink, she was gone, and you were once again closing the door to the world and turning into Spencer's embrace. 

“That went… as expected.” You whispered as he nuzzled his head into your hair. 

“Honestly, I'm just surprised it took them this long. You'd think after a year of us sharing motel rooms, one of them would catch on.” 

“You would certainly think so. You certainly would.” 

[azurevi]

L ove - first time saying ‘i love you’.

sorry anon i accidentally deleted the ask 💀 hope you enjoy this tho! i think i fell in love with malleus while writing his part-

Riddle

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” Riddle asks from where he’s seated on the ground, watching you pack with just a touch of silent melancholy in his gaze. Study sessions with you are frequent but never long enough, and if he had to be honest, studying was just an excuse. He just wants to spend more time with you.

“Yup, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve forgotten something…” you flip between the pages and look under the table. Riddle is about to search with you when you take advantage of his position and ambush him with a smooch on his cheek.

“What’s with the sneak attack?” His eyes widen before he remembers to stifle his surprise.

“Nothing, just wanted to show how much I love you,” you swing the bag over your shoulder and dash towards the door. “See ya!”

Really, he should be used to your antics by now. He clicks his tongue, touching the spot where you landed the kiss while quietly hoping that it could’ve been slightly to the rig-

Wait.

Wait wait wait WAIT WAIT WAIT-

Did you just say that you loved him?

He can feel his brain shutting down as he tries to process your words. He didn’t mishear it, did he? Did you mean it? Was it just a slip of the tongue? How dare you just drop the bomb on him as if he hasn’t been racking his brain for the perfect occasion to tell you the exact same words for weeks?

He can’t just let you get away with it.

Anyone who is at the dorm at that time may report seeing a red flash fly down the confusing corridors and stairs designated to make one trip. In fact, Riddle’s face is almost as bright as his hair, so much so that it can be easily mistaken as fury. But this is not anger, it’s his heart literally about to burst from his chest.

An intense run around the campus later, he finds you lounging in the courtyard, tapping away at your phone. When he calls your name, you tun around immediately.

“Riddle? What are you doing here? I didn’t actually leave something behind, did I?” You joke.

“Yes, you did,” he says, voice threatening to give out. “You left without hearing my response.”

“To what?”

His face is twisted by something between annoyance and embarrassment. “To the comment about… how you love me. Hey, why are you looking surprised? Did you not mean it?”

“No, of course I meant it. I guess it just slipped out without my knowledge.” You confess sheepishly, mirroring his awkwardness.

Thank the sevens. “Good. Because it just so happens that I love you as well.” He crosses his arms and angles his face away. Saying those words feels like jumping off a cliff. It fills him with dread, but also relief.

There is a beat of silence in which his confidence dwindles, but then he feels your response as you throw your arms around him, tight and sure, and like sunlight shooting through the clouds, it pushes the dread away and fills him with warmth.

“Hey now, people are going to look.” He says despite returning the embrace instinctively.

This isn’t exactly how he planned for the confession to go, but somehow it feels just right.

Malleus

Malleus sometimes wonders if he has loved you since the very beginning.

It’s not like he already knew back then, but it’s always surprised him how the first time he was able to put a name to his feelings for you, it felt like finding something he’d lost in one of his pant pockets. Instead of being a groundbreaking discovery, it just feels familiar.

He intends to let it be known, but such a solemn declaration requires a solemn setting. He wants it to be special and memorable, something that will bring a smile to your face when you recall years later.

It turns out to be harder than he thought.

The first time he brought you to a classy restaurant, the ones with lit candles and a tiny band. It could’ve been perfect if it weren’t for Sebek, who had taken it upon himself to ‘ensure young master’s safety outside campus’ and decided to come along. Even though he was seats away, it was still difficult to be heartfelt under piercing glares.

Lilia made a note to lock Sebek in his room the second time, but Malleus forgot to take care of your friends as well. A few hours into a park date, just as he was about to say those words, your phone cut through the tension. Ace had apparently set fire to Deuce’s room and was on the run from Riddle’s wrath.

They say third time’s the charm, but Malleus is starting to wonder if he’s doing something wrong. It just feels like something is bound to happen and interrupt his plans.

“Is something on your mind?”

Your voice lures him out of his predicament and back to the grass field where you’ve been lying on for the past 30 minutes. There’s just something about the night sky that you can never get tired of.

“Just you,” he says. “And us.”

“Smooth,” you punch his arm lightly, and though it feels like being tickled by a feather, he makes the effort to fake a wince. It draws a laugh out of you.

“The sky looks extra beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”

It’s the same sky Malleus has been watching since he was born, the same constellations, the same patterns sewn on the tapestry of the night, just slightly farther away from each other as the universe continues to expand outward. It’s a fascinating sight, but one can get bored of even the most awe-inspiring sights with enough time. On the contrary…

Malleus turns to you again, the tall grass brushing against his cheek. Your lidded eyes roam around, seemingly trying to encompass the vast expanse of the sky in one single look. There’s this tuck of your lips that indicate intrigue, and he wonders for a split second what you would do if he snuck a kiss in without warning.

“Yes, beautiful indeed,” he murmurs. Then there’s this feeling again, a flame in his chest, thrashing around with the need to break out.

Should he say it right now, when he’s barely prepared anything? Would it be less significant if there’s nothing extravagant around?

He shifts his weight onto his arm and shoves his face into your line of sight. You gaze flits to him, steady with a hint of curiosity. There’s something about the way you’re looking at him that makes the flame burn even brighter, forcing itself out of his throat.

“I love you.” He says sternly despite the uncertainty creeping up on him. For a second he lets the words sink in, the lack of a response making him panic internally. But then you smile like the stars can’t even hold a candle to him, and the moment you pull him down by his nape, he finally understands that love is quite a simple thing after all.

[daydreamingmia]

Y/n & Walker's First Date💖

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 7

This is a series and there are many more before this story😁💙

You woke up at 7 am because you were so excited. It was Valentines Day and Walker was taking you out for your first date.

You got up and brushed your teeth. You couldn't get Walker out of your head. You were so excited.

You went downstairs and ate some breakfast. You had chocolate chip waffles. When you hear the doorbell. You run to answer it and see Dior and Leena.

"Hi!" You say really excited and hug them

"Hey!" They reply in unison

When you get to your room they go to your closet as you sir on your bed.

"I think she should wear this but change to this when she gets there. What do you think?" Leena asked Dior

"Ooo! I love it!" Dior replied

They packed a bag for you. They put the change of clothes and a few other things inside another bag so you wouldn't know where you were going.

You talked with them as they helped you with your hair, makeup and painted your nails.

"So are you excited?" Dior asked

"Let me put it this way. I woke up at 7 am." You replied

"Wow! You must be ecstatic!" Dior and Leena laughed

"Why would you wanna date my brother anyway? He's annoying and weird." Lenna asked with a laugh

"Yeah he is but he is also sweet and kind and loving. And he's so cute!" You gush

"Ewww" Leena replied

You laughed

"It's about time that you guys got together. Aryan and Charlie owe me 20 bucks each." Dior said

"How did you know we would kiss at the Grammys?" You asked

"Just a feeling I guess." Dior replied

"So does anyone else know? Like did the paparazzi see the kiss?" Leena asked

"I don't think so. It would be all over the magazines if they did" you replied

You talked with them for a while and then they finished.

Dior and Leena left and you sat on the couch waiting for Walker. When the doorbell rang you ran to answer it. It was Walker.

You jumped in his arms and he picked you up a little.

"You look beautiful" He said as he put you down

"Thank you!" You blushed

You grabbed your bag and left. He held your hand and led you to the car.

"So where are we going?" You asked REALLY excited

"Not gonna tell" he replied with a smile

You drove for around 30 minutes and we arrived. You couldn't believe you eyes. WALKER WAS TAKING YOU TO DISNEYLAND ON YOUR FIRST DATE!!! He turned to you and gave you a "I MADE A GOOD PICK" smile.

"You're taking me to Disneyland?!" You ask excitedly

"Yeah!" He smiled as he opened the door and helped you out.

"I remember you said your dream first date would be at Disneyland. So here we are." He said proud of himself

"I said that 2 years ago" You said shocked that he remembered

"Well...it was important to me." He blushed

-

You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes

You went to Disneylnd first and planed to go to California Adventure later in the day.

"So where do you wanna go first?" Walker asked

"The Haunted Mansion!" You exclaimed excitedly

You had a lightning lane pass so the line wasn't that long.

"Do you really like this one?" Walker asked you

"Yeah! Especially during Christmas!" You reply

(BTW Walker has been holding your hand the whole time)

You walked in the stretching room and the voice started.

"OoooOoOo creepy" Walker said brushing his fingertips on the back of your neck

"Stop it" you scrunch your neck as he laughed

The two of you got to the front of the line.

"Come on down. Watch you step." The girl said

As I was passing by her to get on she whispered to me "Percy Jackson is amazing!"

"Oh! Thank you!" You tun around and say

"What was that about?" Walker asked you as you sat down

"She said Percy Jackson was amazing" You reply

"I'm glad she liked it" He replied with a smile

-

After that you went to Pirates of the Carribean ride.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirates like for me!" You and Walker sing together in line

When you get on the ride you get your own row

You can hear the screams ahead of you and you nuzzle into Walker. When you drop he covers you so you don't get hit by the water and you tuck your face into his neck.

"Did you get wet?" He asks you

"No" You look up at his with a smile staying in his arms

"Good" He says

When the ride ended you got up and looked at Walker

"Omg! YOU'RE SOAKED!" You exclaimed

"It's alright. I was a little hot before. I'm not now though" He reassured you with a laugh

His clothes were soaked in water and hair looked like he has been swimming.

-

You ride a couple more rides and you get a little hungry.

"Ooooo! Churros!" You point

Walker laughs and walks you over

"Can we get 3 churros?" Walker asked the cast member

"3?" You ask confused

"Well you love churros and you're hungry right?"

"Right!" You exclaim

You ate them as you walked over to California Adventure. You just finished the first church and you were about to eat the second.

"You wanna share?" You ask

"You don't have to do that" He replied

"No I want to. Here take a bite." You said holding the church up to his mouth. You took turns taking bite until it was gone.

You then went over to the Avengers campus and took pictures with the Avengers (including the girl who was your character).

"Do you wanna go on the Tower of Terror?" Walker asks (AKA: Guardians of the Galaxy – Mission: BREAKOUT!)

"Ummm...I don't know I've never been on it. I've heard it's really scary." You say

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ON THE TOWER OF TERROR?!" He was shocked

"No. I've always been too scared." You say sheepishly

"Well how about we go on it and I'll protect you? But if you don't want to that's totally fine" He says smiling at you. Oh that smile

"Alright" you agree

-

You get to the front of the lane and get really scared. You squeeze Walker's hand and he pulls you close to him.

"You okay?" He asks

"Yeah" you reply

"You'll be okay. I'll be right there beside you" He reassures you

You get into your seat and buckle yourself in. Walker puts his arm over your shoulder and you lean into him. The ride was going when all of a sudden it just dropped. You screamed at the top of your lungs. It was deafening. Walker hugged you so tight. You knew you weren't going anywhere. When you got off you stumbled a little bit.

"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" Walker asks

"It wasn't too bad. I'm so sorry for your ears. Are you okay?" You ask Walker with a giggle

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm glad you liked it more than you thought." He replied with a smile

-

You were back in Disneyland and the Mickey's Mix Magic was about to start. The voice started and you got excited. If someone told you last time you went there that the next time will be your first date with Walker Scobell you would've died. You and Walker were dancing and jumping to the music. You looked at him his eyes were so beautiful and his smile even more. You were so happy. Then out of nowhere you kissed him. He put his hands on your waist. You pulled back and he looked in your eyes "I love you" He said

"I love you too" You said with so much love in your eyes

-

You decided to eat dinner. The two of you decided on the Blue Bayou in the Pirates of the Caribbean building. It was very romantic. The two of you talked a lot.

"So why did you always want your first date to be here?" He asked

"I don't know. As long as I can remember I thought it would be so fun."

After you finish eating you walk to It's a Small World then see Cinderella and Prince Charming dancing in front of it.

"My princess" He bent at his waist holding his hand out to you

"My prince" You smile and take his hand

You were on the side of the walkway dancing to the slow music. You chest was against his and his hand was on your back. You were just swaying back and forth until he dipped you. Then you looked in his eyes and he kissed you again. It was magical. You loved him so much

-

After the two of you went on It's a Small World you walked over to Star Wars: Rise of the Resistance. Even with the lightning lane the line was so long.

"My feet hurt" You complain

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with sympathy in his eyes

You jump in his arms and wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Thank you" You kiss him on the cheek

He carried you through the whole line. You fell asleep sometime in the line. When you got in line to go into the interrogation rooms

"Well well well what do we have here" the Resistance officer said with attitude

"Is she dead?" She mocked

"No. She was tired" Walker replied with a laugh

"The force is weak with this one" They said as they walked away

Walker walked in the room and started waking you up

"Y/n?" He said moving your head so he could look at you

"Hmmm?" You mumble

"We're here now. You don't wanna miss the ride." He says in a soft voice

"But I'm tired" You reply

"I know y/n I'm sorry" He says moving the hair out of your face

He puts you down and you lean against him as he holds you up so you don't fall. You are still kinda asleep.

You woke up a little more by the time you got in the ride

-

The two of you walked over to Space Mountain. The line was pretty short because it was around midnight. You got off of the ride and Walker looked at you

"Your hair!" He said fixing it with his hand

"Thank you" You smiled at him

-

You walked out holding hands and got in the Uber. You fell asleep on Walker's shoulder almost immediately. Before you knew it you were back at your house.

"We're here y/n" Walker whispered

"Okay" You mumble

You got out of the car and he walked you to your door

"Today was more amazing that I could have ever imagined" You smile

"I'm glad you liked it" He replied sheepishly

"So you're my boyfriend now?" You ask

"I think so" He smiles

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks looking nervous

"Of course" you reassure him

"Are those songs on your album really about me?"

"Maybe" you give a smile that was saying who else?

He kisses you and you put your arms around his neck.

"Goodnight Walker" You say as you go inside

"Goodnight y/n" He finally let's go of your hand

You change into your pajamas and go on your phone

A/n: Happy Valentines Day everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests let me know and I will do my best to make it happen. If you like the story please like, comment, or follow!😁💖

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Mein Ex ist ein Arschloch genau wie meine Mom, die nichts kann, außer zu saufen. Ist es da ein Wunder, dass ich meine Koffer packe und nach Los Angeles abhaue? Es gibt nur ein klitzekleines Problem: Mein letztes Geld ist für den Flieger draufgegangen und ich habe kein weiteres für eine Unterkunft. Ausgerechnet in dieser Situation taucht so ein arroganter Snob auf und glaubt, mich retten zu müssen. Wenn ich nicht auf der Straße schlafen will, muss ich mir sein Angebot wohl oder übel anhören.

Logan

Hier ist der Deal, kleine Distel: Du spielst meine neue Flamme, damit ich meine Affäre zurückgewinne. Dafür müssen wir so tun, als würdest du für mich arbeiten. Mit deinem hübschen Gesicht und deinem heißen Body wird niemand merken, dass du nicht in meine Firma gehörst. Aber glaub ja nicht, dass etwas zwischen uns je laufen wird. Es geht nur um das Geschäft. Mit Frauen bin ich fertig.

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[julianweyrauch]

Mein Alltag

Da ich einmal zu oft gefragt wurde wie mein Alltag aussieht, kommt hier der Eintrag dazu. Zu aller erst: Mein Alltag klingt vielleicht etwas langweilig, aber ich bin vollkommen zufrieden damit! Mein Alltag ist außerdem sehr abhängig von dem Wochentag. So unterscheiden sich Montage von Samstagen.

Ich fang einfach mal mit den Wochentagen an. Ich steh morgens immer gegen 7:00 auf, was auf jeden Fall schon sehr entspannt ist. Ich werde um 8:00 von Eric und seiner Mutter runtergefahren, weil sie auf dem Weg zur Arbeit an der Schule vorbeikommt. Ich habe also 1h, um zu duschen, was zu frühstücken und mich für die Schule fertig zu machen. (Zu dem Thema Schule mache ich aber noch einen einzelnen Eintrag, weil das sonstwen Rahmen sprengen würde). Der Unterricht beginnt um 8:08, also schnapp ich mir noch eben ein gratis Frühstück in der Schule und flitz zum Klassenraum. Die Schule ist mal leichter und mal nerviger. Schule halt. Die Schule endet 14:45. Nach der Schule habe ich immer entweder ein Fußballspiel oder Fußballtraining. Nächste Woche zum Beispiel haben wir Montag, Mittwoch und Freitag ein Spiel und an den anderen Tagen Training. Das dauert immer so 1,5-2h, sprich ich bin gegen 16:30 zuhause. Ich pack dann meine Schulsachen bei Seite, fülle meine Wasserflasche auf und geh ins Gym. Dort brauche ich auch immer so 1h. Am Ende des Tages bin ich also 18:00 zuhause, gehe duschen und esse Abendbrot. Danach liege ich entweder im Bett und gucke social media oder gehe mit Freunden raus. Die in meinem Alter können nur bis 21:00 Auto fahren. Bis dato sind wir zu McDonalds, auf einen Berg, um den Sonnenuntergang zu gucken oder auf eine der Farmen und haben uns die Sterne angeguckt. Falls ich noch mit Freunden draußen war, bin ich gegen 21:00 zuhause und geh dann auch recht schnell ins Bett. An Donnerstagen sind immer irgendwelche Meetings. Das wöchentliche Rotary-meeting, Interact-club-meeting (auch Rotary, aber mit Schülern) und das Teammeeting, um über etwas zu reden, was nicht unbedingt Fußball ist. Keines der Meetings ist Pflicht, aber ich versuche jede Woche an mindestens einem der drei teil zu nehmen. Soviel also zu den Wochentagen.

Da sich Samstag und Sonntag auch nochmal unterscheiden, fange ich mit Samstag an. Samstag kann ich bis 8:30 schlafen, weil um 9:00 freiwilliges Fußballtraining ist. Da gehe ich aber gerne hin, weil ich eh immer gegen 9:00 wach werden würde und ich denke, dass das ein guter Start in den Tag ist. Das Training ist auch nur 1h, weshalb ich gegen 10:15 wieder zuhause bin. Dann verfolge ich erstmal meine normale Morgenroutine: Frühstücken, duschen etc. Damit lasse ich mir gerne viel Zeit, weshalb ich damit erst gegen 11:30 fertig bin. Heute habe ich einen Mittagsschlaf von 12:00 bis 14:00 gemacht, was ich versuche jeden Samstag zu machen, weil sich das wirklich gut anfühlt! Ansonsten ist Samstag immer so der Aufräum-Tag. Das heißt: Ich räume mein Zimmer auf, Bettbezug wechseln, Staubsaugen etc. Sobald ich damit fertig bin, gehe ich ins Gym. Da habe ich keine richtigen Zeiten, weil das immer etwas variiert. Nachmittags/Abends bin ich dann meistens wieder mit Freunden unterwegs.

Sonntag ist der (meiner Meinung nach) langweiligste Tag, weil es nücht zu tun gibt. Ich versuche so lange wie möglich im Bett zu bleiben, esse Frühstück und folge meiner Morgenroutine. Ich werde morgen mal gucken, ob ich irgendwas im Garten machen kann. Gym wird Sonntags ausgelassen, weil das mein Ausruhtag ist. Mit Freunden raus gehen ist auch immer eher 50/50, weil viele Zeit mit ihrer Familie verbringen. Das mache ich dann auch und wir spielen ein paar Kartenspiele oder gucken einen Film.

Das klingt jetzt alles sehr strikt und ganz sicher nicht nach mir, aber ich genieße das. Meine Tage sind sehr strukturiert und organisiert. Und hier gilt tatsächlich: ALLES ist besser, als zu faulenzen, weil man sonst verrückt wird. Es ist halt eben nicht Berlin. Und sportliche Aktivitäten sind hier tatsächlich so die einzige Sache, die man machen kann, weshalb die meisten auch genauso aussehen. Aber wie gesagt: Ich bin sehr zufrieden mit diesen Alltag und ich fühle mich auch wirklich erstaunlich erholt! Das muss die Luft sein...

[karebear923]

Vice Versa Rewatch ep 5

Ok now that I got my apology off my chest, I’m ready to get back into this! I’m still here, fam! 💪🏽 and I’ve decided to just vibe. No thoughts, head empty, only feelings 😌

Gosh, it hasn’t even been that long but I’ve missed seeing Sea on my screen 😭 I still get to see Jimmy, but not Sea! I can’t wait for the LOL concert!

Episode 5 is called Winter White, which is associated with purity, perfection, honesty, cleanliness, and beginnings. Here I think it represents new beginnings more than the other definitions. And no, I don’t think it has to do with Talay being cold towards Puen, that’s not what’s happening here 🙅🏽‍♀️

Same, Talay. Same! *swoon* 😍🥰

I love Talay’s “shiiiiaa”s hehe it’s cute every time he says it! 🤭

Is it called meta if they’re basically writing their own love story in the show? Is that what we call meta? Lol

See Talay, it’s these little moments where you just say such real emotional things like it’s no big deal that Puen feels the full weight of them and falls for you even more!! And look at Jimmy’s expression!! This is why I fell in love with this show in the first place!! The looks of love!! 🥹❤️

Oh wow I did NOT remember that Talay was older than Puen! 😮 not by much, but still.

OMG NAMTAN!!!! Back when I watched this I had no idea who anyone was, but now I know!! Gosh everyone looks so young here, it’s crazy how time flies! And omg a Gun Atthaphan cameo too! Crazy!

Oh here it is!! Talay’s biggest fear!! He immediately thinks that Pang could be Puen’s portkey, and he brings up he and Puen leaving each other for the first time. At this point it’s still early into their relationship, and he’s feeling unsure and insecure and he doesn’t want to become attached if he’ll just end up being left behind.

But then Puen mouths these words at him! And it’s just what he needed to see! The reassurance that they can stay together!

Plus it’s kinda cute and silly how he runs away like that after! 🤭

I noticed Talay’s been wearing white all episode so I think he’s the one beginning to fall for Puen. We know Puen’s already come to the conclusion that he’s in love with Talay, but that first kiss has really started turning the wheels in Talay’s heart and mind.

And because Talay’s been wearing white, the color pairing was matched with Puen in black all episode! I see the colors!

Clearly it doesn’t snow in Thailand, cause that is not how you make a snowcone! 😅

This man presents another real fear for them. They might be trying to live their swapped person’s best life, but there’s no guarantee the effort will be returned. And that man was gone for 5 years! His whole life was ruined by the other guy! Puen and Talay could be stuck there for a long time, who knows what Tess and Tun could do by then!

It’s stuff like this that reminds you the premise of this show is actually pretty scary and sad. One second you’re laughing cause of the way they hold their fingers up to count, and the next you’re having an existential crisis 😥

They held hands throughout their first movie screening! 🥺 and Talay said no matter what happens they’ll go through it together! 😭

And then their movie tanks but they watch it together and comfort each other and Talay even plays along with Puen pretending the theater’s packed. And they thank each other for helping each other grow and be better! 🥲

Funny enough, the ending where they have their new beginning since they’re no longer screenwriters is when Talay is not wearing white anymore 🤔 maybe the disappointment has made him close himself off a little.

It felt good to be back to watching this! 😊 The school semester’s almost over so I can do these more often! And I’m gonna enjoy doing it too!

As always a thank you to @stormyoceans for the idea!!

[dekaiser]

Where: Back deck When: Sunday morning @ofpoets | CLOSED

Not long ago they were joking around about poison and trying to get a laugh of a scheming murder, but nothing of that was any close to what had really happened. Kai's mind was all over the place and nowhere at the same time. He had been trying hard to keep his shit together so the panic wouldn't accumulate in the house more than necessary. He needed a smoke and maybe a drink, but he was trying to stay away from alcohol when saw everyone recurring to it. They needed sober people among them.

He grabbed his cigarettes and stepped outside in an attempt to run away from all the chaos and by the hot tun he saw Elias, he offered his pack to the other "Everyone is losing their shit, man. I am seriously concerned now. How the fuck are we going to get out of here with them acting like that."

[melune-sims]

🤍 Überraschung! 🤍

Ich habe seeeeehr lange darüber nachgedacht ob ich es tun soll. Und nun habe ich ES getan! Nelia hat Maxis Match Haare bekommen 🥳 ich finde sie einfach soo unfassbar schön damit 🥰

Ich hoffe natürlich sehr, dass es euch auch gefällt und euch die Umgewöhnung nicht zu schwer fällt 😄

(Das erste Mal wird sie allerdings erst nächste Woche so in einem Video so zu sehen sein. Die Videos für diese Woche sind ja bereits aufgenommen 😊)

CC Links:

Nelias Haare Sportoutfit: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Haare Alltag: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Verlobungs- Ehering: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Skin: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Winterschuhe: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Alltagsschuhe: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Augenbrauen: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Alltagskleid: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Schwimmkleidung: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Sportoutfit: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Wimpern: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Hochzeitskleid: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Winterpullover: DOWNLOAD

Nelias Schuhe (Party Kleidung): DOWNLOAD

Ich hoffe, dass die Liste möglichst vollständig ist und ihr die wichtigsten Dinge hier finden könnt 🥰 ein paar Teile sind vom Spiel und daher nicht verlinkt (Nelias Partykleid z.B. ist aus dem Zusammen wachsen Pack)

[eva-knits12]

Jake Jensen Takes Care of You When You're Having You're Period

Trigger warning: period stuff, Jake Jensen getting all flustered, Jake Jensen being a sweet, adorable goofball, fluff.

Summary: Jake takes care of you when you're having your period.

"JAKE!" I scream.

"Shh, what is it honey bun?" says Jake, who's holding me close to him.

"Was it a bad dream?" asks Jake.

"No, it's just..." I say.

"OW!" I scream.

"It hurts. It hurts really bad," I say.

"Shhh, shhh," says Jake, who's now rubbing soothing circles on my back.

Jake and I just stay like this for a while. I yawn again, and Jake picks me up and carries me bridal style back to the bedroom.

Jake puts me under the covers, and pulls out the heating pad. He turns it on, and gives me the book that I'm reading. I read while the heating pad does it's thing. To say that my cramps are excruciating is an understatement.

He carried me to the bathroom, and even pulled my pants down and sat me on the toilet. That's when I saw it. That's when I saw the blood in my panties.

"Jake, my sweet goofball, can you run out and get me some pads?" I say, when I realized that I put my last one in.

Jake, meanwhile, is busy playing Animal Crossing. It's Saint Patrick's day, and Jake is missing out on the festivities. But, he'd much rather be home taking care of me right now. In fact, he ventured out earlier to get me the super absorbent pads and super absorbent overnight pads. It took him a while to get the pads and come back. Jake got all flustered with the store clerk.

"Does she like the Kotex, Always, Tampax, Playtex, Stayfree?" asks the clerk.

"I've never had to do this before," says Jake to the clerk, who is also a woman.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend, and you don't know what kind of feminine hygiene products she uses," says the clerk, with a laugh.

"Well, this is my first girlfriend...wait, I didn't mean it like that...I...uhh...I...well...." says Jake, all flustered.

"Oh, I get it. This is your first serious relationship. You still have a lot to learn about your girlfriends periods, that's okay. My ex-boyfriend refused to buy tampons for me," says the clerk.

"(Y/N) was the first girl who talked to me for longer than five minutes, and I've...never...had...to..." says Jake.

"Deal with your girlfriend's periods," says the clerk.

"Yeah," says a sheepish Jake.

"I'm trying to score some good boyfriend points right now by getting (y/n), my girlfriend, what she needs" says Jake.

"My sister and my cousin use these pads," says the clerk, grabbing a pack of Always pads from the shelf, in size 3 absorbency.

"They're great. You just choose what size that she needs based on her flow, the numbers and the colors make it easier to choose," says the clerk.

"I use these overnight pads," says the clerk, grabbing a pack of Always overnight pads in size 4 absorbency.

"Also, get her a bottle of Pamprin. Then, go to the candy aisle, and get her several boxes of chocolate, and then get her a few pints of her favorite Ben and Jerry's flavors from the freezer," says the clerk.

"Trust me, if you want to be on your girlfriends good side right now, you'll do those things," says the clerk.

"Thanks, I didn't realize that there was a period starter pack," says Jake, all red from embarrassment.

"It's no problem, we get this all the time. You're not the first man who's gotten all flustered," says the clerk.

Jake got the pads, the Pamprin, the chocolates, and four pints of Ben and Jerry's in Cherry Garcia, Half Baked, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, and Americone Dream.

Jake pays for the purchase, and then leaves the store. He drives back home in the Jeep, and he unpacks the ice cream and puts it in the freezer. He puts the pads in the bathroom, under the sink, on the left hand side, where I normally keep them. Jake puts the chocolates on my night stand.

Jake kisses my cheek and tuns off the heating pad. He sees that I've fallen asleep. He pulls the covers over me, and then gets back into the Jeep. He goes to McDonald's and gets us both a quarter pounder with cheese, a large fry to split, the Coke (for himself-I drink water), and a hot fudge sundae for me.

I wake up, only to realize that Jake isn't there. I start calling for Jake, and check his mancave, where I knew he would be. No Jake. I check the living room. No Jake. I go to the bathroom to relieve myself, and I see the pads under the sink when I reach for one. I change my pad, wash my hands, then take a Pamprin.

Jake enters the door with McDonald's in hand, and sees me walking towards him.

"Oh, honeybun. What are you doing out of bed?" asks Jake, kissing my forehead.

"I was looking for you. I didn't know what happened to you," I say.

"I got you what you needed, and then I went and got us McDonald's," says Jake.

"You were busy sleeping," says Jake.

"You got me a quarter pounder with cheese and fries?" I say.

"Yes, and I even got you that hot fudge sundae you like," says Jake.

My lips crash onto Jake's.

"Jake, thanks!" I say.

"I love you. I love you so much," I say.

"I love you, too," says Jake.

Jake kisses me again, and pulls out some paper plates, and removes the burgers from the bag and the fries. Jake gets you a bottle of water, and he puts his straw in the Coke. Jake divides the fries, and he puts the sundae in the freezer. Jake gets out the ketchup, and he squirts a sizeable amount on the side of his plate. I even squirt a sizeable amount on the side of my plate. Jake and I found out on a date early on that we both liked to dip our fries in ketchup, not squirt them on the fries. In our eyes, it was the only acceptable way to have fries and ketchup.

Jake and I talk and eat our lunch. Jake then gives me the sundae, and I eat it. Jake throws out the paper plates, the boxes and the bag. He picks me up and carries me bridal style back to the bedroom, but I insist on the bathroom. I need to change my pad again.

Jake deposits me in the bathroom, and I reach for a pad, and I change it. It seems that the new pads Jake got me absorbs quite a lot, and I put another one in. Later, I'm going to take a nice, hot bath to help soothe the cramps. I would love for Jake to join me.

After I'm done, Jake carries me back to bed, and pulls the covers over me. I fall asleep again, and this time, and Jake plays another video game. After a while, Jake stops, removes his glasses, and falls asleep next to me. He's pulls me close to his chest, and we both sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

After a while, I wake up, and Jake is already wide awake, his arms still around me.

"Are you feeling better, honey bun?" asks Jake.

"A little," I say.

"What do you want for dinner?" says Jake.

"Pizza sounds good," I say.

"Okay. Our usual toppings?" says Jake.

"Yes, Jake, with all of the usual toppings," I say.

Jake orders the pizza, and we decide to play Mario Kart while we wait. He ordered it for delivery, instead of pick up, and I can't wait. I go to get us our drinks after a while, and I go to gather my pj's and I put a pair of panties on top, and take them to the bathroom. I put the overnight pad in my panties, and I gather the bath bomb, and the bubble bath.

The pizza arrives, and it's the Detroit style pizza that we both love, with pepperoni and mushrooms. He even made sure to get those red pepper flakes to put on it.

Jake puts on a movie. We watch Fantastic Four, and eat the pizza. After I'm done, I wash my hands. Jake has some vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, while I down my pint of Cherry Garcia.

The movie is over, and I go to draw my bath. I start to run the water, and put in the bubble bath and the bath bomb.

"Honey bun, let me join you. I think we could both use some couple bath time," says Jake.

I let the water get to hot, and I take my clothes off, and get in. Jake gets down, and he turns on his phone, and puts on some soft spa music, and lights some candles. We sit there in the tub, and just soak until the water turns cold. Jake kisses every inch of bare skin he can find.

After, Jake and I get out of the tub, and we dry each other off. Jake is in his lounge pants and T-shirt, and I'm in my pj's. We both brush our teeth. Then we kiss each other lovingly. I take a few Pamprin.

"Good night, honey bun," says Jake.

"Good night, my sweet goofball," I say.

Jake and I snuggle as we both fall asleep. The next morning, we wake up, and just lay in each other's arms.

"Are you feeling better?" asks Jake.

"Good morning, my sweet goofball," I say.

"Yes, I'm already feeling much better," I say.

I have the most amazing, cute, even cuter when he's flustered, caring, sweetest boyfriend in the world. Jake wouldn't trade this for the world. I wouldn't even trade this for the world.

[do-you-deserve-this]

I don't want to hurt myself all the time, just at the moment, I'm not feeling well right now, physically i am okay but mentally, it feels like a war is being waged in my head. That's possibly a problem that only I know, at least that's how it seems to me. Inner insecurity that was triggered by these strangers in my head with whom I share my voice. I'm angry and sad. Actually, I don't really know how i feel anymore. There are too many voices that say something different. I just do what feels right in the moment sometimes that is wrong and I act impulsively or get angry and don't let this go unnoticed. I don't like this ever-lasting war in my head that seems to have no end and only gets worse. It's too much for me, but somehow I can handle it I must

Yes, after all, there is no other choice: go to someone and tell the truth, that wouldn't be an option for me. Show weakness. I can't do that. I've been hurt too often. I just have to do it myself, maybe even make friends with these angry, screaming, pleading, crying and desperate voices in my head, maybe I'll be at peace if I help them through this war that I've been waging internally with myself for so long, but help, no, I don't need that, I don't want that, or maybe I do, but who can i trust that is probably the real question i can't actually trust anyone, I learned that early on. You should only trust yourself but whoever of me the screaming, pleading, crying or angry version I can't trust anyone, not even myself as I just noticed but if all these people are me what or who am i then and what do I actually want to achieve, what do I want, what do I enjoy and what makes me happy?

Ich will mir selbst weh tun nicht immer nur jetzt gerade mir geht es gerade nicht gut physisch schon mental füllt es sich an als würde krieg in meinen Kopf geführt werden das ist womöglich ein Problem das nur ich kenne zumindest kommt es mir so vor dieses gefühl der inneren Unsicherheit das ausgelöst wurde durch diese fremden menschen in meinen kopf mit denen ich meine stimme teile ich bin wütend und traurig eigentlich weiß ich es nicht mehr so genau zu viele Stimmen die was anderes sagen ich tue einfach das was sich in den moment richtig anfühlt manchmal ist das falsch und ich handle impulsiv oder werde wütend und lasse dies nicht unbemerkt bleiben ich mag es nicht diesen ewig anhaltenden krieg in meinen kopf der ohne ein ende dar zu sein scheint und nur noch schlimmer wird es überfordert mich aber irgendwie Pack ich das schon ich muss

Ja schließlich es bleibt ja keine andere Wahl zu jemanden gehen und die Wahrheit sagen das wäre für mich keine Option Schwäche zeigen das kann ich nicht zu oft wurde ich da durch verletzt da muss ich einfach selber durch vielleicht sogar mich anfreunden mit diesen wütenden schreienden kreischenden weinenden verzweifelten stimmen in meinen Kopf vielleicht bin ich dan im Frieden wenn ich ihnen helfe durch diesen Krieg den ich innerlich führe mit mir selbst ja schon so lang aber hilfe nein das brauch ich nicht das will ich nicht oder vielleicht doch aber wenn kann ich vertrauen das ist wohl die frage eigentlich niemanden das habe ich schon früh gelernt sondern nur dir selbst doch wen von mir die schreiend kreischende weinend oder wütende version keinen kann ich vertrauen nicht mall mir selbst wie ich gerade gemerkt habe aber wenn all diese Personen ich sind was oder wer bin dann ich und was will ich eigentlich erreichen was wünsche ich mir was will ich und was macht mich glücklich?

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

your closet is bursting with clothes (hi tess, you're somewhere nearby, I know)

guess what kind of clothes are in front of you (guess what color black and white movie)

dinosaur games (games with jigsaw)

take a picture of me (somewhere here they had to eat kfc chicken)

lovers stink (remember what you did in vv and shut up)

I'm good at everything (but I'm just a bit of a whiny kitten, yes, yes, we know)

we do not know when the operation will be, maybe tomorrow (we do not know when we will return to our universe)

the scene in the library vs bookstore

FUCKING LIP-READ

oishi smells like honey (no, it smells like crabs like lays)

if they don't have a book, you'll have problems (if your script is bad, I'll kick your ass)

PINK. just pink, even without any explanation.

I'm sorry, everything will be fine now (okay, the meeting of puen and talay in the greenhouse in our universe. I'm dying in agony)

the way day lay down on the bed at the end (this is the scene in tun's apartment without shirts, with pink panties, shojo manga and choco pie)

good night (also from the same scene)

throwing pillows

you like mork? (you like tun?)

I sing for you from the stage

can I stay the night (puen just said ultimatum that he would stay the night, but before that he would bathe) monica, I hate them. or love. or I do hate it.

THE SHEER AMOUNT OF VICE VERSA PARALLELS PACKED IN THIS ONE SINGLE EPISODE WAS HONESTLY INSANE LIKE IT ALMOST WOULD BE EASIER TO LIST DOWN WHAT /DIDN'T/ MAKE US THINK ABOUT VICE VERSA

SOME OF THEM WERE SO BLATANT TOO LIKE THE LIP READING??????? THE PINK??????? THE REUNION HUG??????? SORRY BUT IM NOW FULLY CONVINCED P'AOF IS CONSCIOUSLY WRITING MORKDAY AS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE PUENTALAY AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND LIKE THESE CAN'T BE JUST MERE COINCIDENCES (UNFORTUNATELY THIS MEANS THERE WON'T EVER BE ENOUGH THERAPY IN THE WORLD TO MAKE ME NORMAL AGAIN BUT THAT'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT MATTER)

as always you basically pointed out most of the parallels i caught and even some that i didn't (the guessing game and the framing of talay/day lying in bed with puen/mork sitting at the end of it!!!!!!!!), so i only have two small ones to add this time:

puen and mork's need to bridal carry their men

puen and mork's need to wear their men's glasses

oh, also!!!!! it's not exactly a parallel, but when mork said 'you don't dress up when you're with me' it actually reminded me of that time talay did dress up just to go see a movie with friends only because he thought puen was gonna be there!!!!!!!

[headstrongblake]

❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞ / kass & nick / @thewholecrew

nick was sitting on one of the logs near the group's roaring fire, watching as the sparks danced in the air brighter and brighter as the day faded to night. while they weren't the only ones on the beach, most families had packed up for the day leaving a few groups of college hooligans a little ways away from their friends. but after his conversation in the living room with grant, nick's mind had been tormenting him with the decisions he made nearly two months ago. he wasn't even really paying attention to the girls who were dancing to JJ's loud boombox or rev trying to goad grant or spencer into a race down the beach. no. nick was entirely lost in his own thoughts until the glow of the fire was dampened as kassy came to stand in front of him.

brows furrow as he tilts his head up to look at her, seeing an uncomfortableness in her gaze. "what?" he asked, having not caught what she'd said the first time. i don't like how they keep staring at me, she repeated herself and nicklas straightened, eyes following kassy to the group of men that were obviously staring before they began making different remarks to each other. his eyes narrowed.

"c'mere," nick said, lifting his hand out to kassy as he spread his legs. once she'd taken his hand he gently tugged her towards him, offering her one of his legs to sit on before he slipped his arm around her shoulders like he so often does. "sit out the next song or two," he murmured against her hair, crystal hues shifting away from kassy towards the group that'd caused her to feel uncomfortable. there was something about how they continued to stare over here, provoking nicklas as dark hues glared across the beach. fingers toyed with the ends of kassy's hair, tunning into the conversation kassy had begun to have with liv all while his gaze fixated on the group of men. finally, after a song finished and switched to the next, he watched as the men packed their cooler and headed back toward the parking area. a softer gaze moved back to kassy, "you okay?" he asked with a comforting smile.

[simsebine]

Die Sims 4: Hogwarts-Legacy Challenge by simsebine

(inspiriert & angelehnt an der Harry Potter Legacy Challenge von Nesmeralda. Ihre Regeln findest du hier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-z7CDwXJZw <3 danke dafür )

Meine Vorbereitungen:

Ich habe das Harry Potter Save-File genutzt. Eine deutsche Erklärung und die Datei findest du hier: https://www.simtimes.de/harry-potter-welt-fuer-sims-4-27435/ 

manche Sims habe ich ausgetauscht und aus der Galerie hochgeladen und/oder im CAS mit Custom Content verändert (wie du Custom Content installierst, erkläre ich dir hier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRedd5RYwWA)

Manche Orte habe ich angepasst oder die Sims aus dem Savefile umziehen lassen

da unsere Zauberschüler in die Highschool gehen (Highschool-Pack benötigt) habe ich die Schule auch in ein kleines Hogwarts verändert. 

Challenge-Regeln:

Die Original-Challenge von Nesmeralda erstreckt sich über verschiedene Generationen und entsteht jeweils aus der vorherigen.

Wir spielen die Häuser gleichzeitig und versuchen die Ziele innerhalb dieser Generation zu schaffen und kreieren damit sozusagen das ultimative “Hogwarts-Erbe” (Hogwarts Legacy) Wir spielen sozusagen die Generation 0. 

Was mit den Kindern dieser Generation passiert (Gen 1) ist (noch) nicht definiert - hier dürft ihr selbst kreativ sein.

Die Lebensdauer/Lebensspanne der Sims darfst du mit dem MC Command Center hochstellen. Gestartet wird im Teenager-Alter.

Ich spiele mit allen Packs, diversen Mod´s und Custom Content.

Unsere Sims werden in die Häuser verteilt und je Zugehörigkeit sind diese Challenge-Ziele zu erfüllen. 

Außerdem hat der Haushalt 1 Katze: Krummbein, Hermine´s Haustier.

Ravenclaw (Hermine Granger)

Der Sim will Klassenbeste werden - also 1er Schülerin

Lieblingsfarbe: Blau, Gelb, Orange

Merkmale: Genie, Bücherwurm. Im Erwachsenenalter kommt Kreativität dazu.

Bestreben: Zauberkunst & Hexerei

“Ablenkungen” von der Schule sind erlaubt jedoch keine feste Partnerschaft

Karriere: Lehrerin darin das Erreichen des Lvl 10

Erforderliche Fähigkeiten:

Lvl 10: Geschicklichkeit

Lvl 10: Logik

Lvl 10: Raumfahrtwissenschaft

Sie muss alle Zaubersprüche und Zaubertränke erlernen und einen Raben als Begleiter erreichen

Darf maximal 1 Kind bekommen, aber nie heiraten, da die Karriere an erster Stelle steht

Slytherin: (Draco Malfoy)

Merkmale: Zimperlich, Snob, Im Erwachsenenalter noch: Selbstsicher

Bestreben Jugendlicher: Meister des Unfugs

Lieblingsfarbe: Grün, Silber/Grau

Bestreben Erwachsener: Erfolgreiche Abstammung

Karriere: Geheimagent oder Verbrecher

Erforderliche Fähigkeiten:

Lvl 10 Schelmfähigkeit

Lvl 10 in der Karriere

Er muss alle Zauber der ungezähmten Magie erlernen und hat einen Schädel als Begleiter

Er hat 2 beste Freunde, die alles für ihn tun würden (ebenfalls Slytherins)

Sie mobben andere Kinder und hacken auf ihnen rum

Er ist aber heimlich ein gemobbtes Kind verliebt, was er lange nicht zugeben kann

Er heiratet später einen reichen Sim wegen dem Geld

daraus entstehen 2 Kinder

er beginnt eine Affäre am Arbeitsplatz, weil er in der Geldehe so unglücklich ist

Lasse deinen ungeliebten Ehepartner auf mysteriöse Weise verschwinden

Im Alter versucht er, seine Kindheitsliebe (das gemobbte Kind) noch zu finden und mit ihm zusammenzukommen

Gryffindor: (Harry Potter)

Merkmale: Abenteuerlustig, Gesellig. Im Erwachsenenalter noch: Sprunghaft

Bestreben: Freund der Welt

Karriere: Politiker

Erforderliche Fähigkeiten:

Lvl 10 Charisma

Lvl 10 Forschen und Debattieren

Er muss alle Zauber der schelmischen Magie kennen

Er muss einen Drachen als Begleiter haben

Lieblingsfarbe: Rot / Gelb 

Feier jedes Wochenende eine Party oder verreise so oft du kannst an andere Orte

Habe als Erwachsener mindestens 15 Freunde 

Hab gleichzeitig mind. 3 romantische Beziehungen

Bekomme ungeplant 1 Kind

Lasse deine Partnerin am Altar stehen oder lehne einen Heiratsantrag ab

Bekomme im Laufe deines Lebens mindestens noch 2 weitere Kinder

Hufflepuff: (Ron Weasley)

Merkmale: kindisch, tollpatschig. Im Erwachsenenalter: treu

Bestreben: Große, glückliche Familie

Karriere: darf keinen Job annehmen sondern verdient Geld durch sammeln und Gärtnern

Lieblingsfarbe: Gelb, Schwarz

Erforderliche Fähigkeiten:

Lvl 10 Gartenfähigkeit

Lvl 10 Kräuterkunde/Kochfähigkeit

Sammle alles, was du finden kannst

Du verliebst dich schnell und willst überall Liebe verteilen

Freunde dich mit der ganzen Nachbarschaft an

Baue schon als Teenager einen Garten an

Finde einen Partner für´s Leben: dieser muss ein Muggel sein

Bekomme mindestens 3 Kinder

Adoptiere ein weiteres Kind

Hab einen Faltterhasen als Begleiter 

Lerne ALLE Zaubertränke 

[goretzkastits]

wir sagen ja auch horseman zu thomas und das hat nix mit seinem aussehen zu tun. it's not that serious

Und selbst wenn... was ich auf Tumblr sage ist auch keine Reflexion von mir als Person like. Jade Goretzkastits ist ne Kunstfigur, ich würd doch auch irl nicht zu Leon hingehen und sagen "ey pack mal deine geilen Titten aus"