#wc: 631

[ccupcakeyss]

𓍢   t    ׅ   ⬞  HE PUNCHED A WHAT NOW?

SUMMARY: feeling tired, you decide to stay at home whilst toji takes your toddler, megumi, to the park. however, a little... incident happens at the park.

WC: 631

NOTES: oh wholesome dad toji u will be missed💔 not proofread, also kinda outta character... ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket, sipping tea and trying not to fall asleep upright. Exhaustion hit you like a truck lately, and your body wasn’t taking no for an answer today.

Toji noticed the bags under your eyes as soon as you shuffled out of the bedroom, and he’d immediately knelt down, rubbing your calves and murmuring, “You need rest. Let me take 'Gumi out for a while. Go lie down.”

So you did. You trusted him. (Mostly.)

Toji packed a tiny backpack for Megumi — snacks, a juice box, wet wipes he probably wouldn’t use — and scooped the boy up under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

“Ready to cause problems on purpose?” Toji grinned.

Megumi beamed. “YEAH!”

You just sighed and waved from the couch. “Don’t let him jump off anything taller than he is!”

“No promises.”

⸺

At the park…

It was going fine. Megumi was stomping through mulch like it owed him money, going down the slide with his arms in the air like a tiny daredevil. Toji leaned back on a bench, one leg up, smirking every time a kid got annoyed that his son kept cutting the line.

That is, until another dad stormed up to him — red-faced, puffed up like an angry pigeon in a polo shirt.

“Your kid punched my son,” the man snapped. “I watched it happen. That kind of behavior’s unacceptable.”

Toji raised a brow, chewing on a toothpick he didn’t remember putting in his mouth. “Punched him, huh?”

“Yes!” the man snapped. “He was playing just fine until—”

“Papa!” Megumi came running up, completely unbothered, tiny fists pumping as he sprinted to his dad’s side. “That guy’s talking about me!”

Toji looked down. “Did you punch a kid, Megumi?"

“Yup,” Megumi replied, very proudly. “He was hogging the slide! Wouldn’t let anyone go down, so I hit him in the arm. Like this—” He did a little demonstration punch in the air, nodding solemnly.

Toji choked.

The other dad gasped like a Victorian woman fainting at a scandal.

Toji turned slowly to the man and smirked. “There you have it. Slide-hogging solved. That’s my boy.”

“Are you serious?! He assaulted—”

“Oh, calm down,” Toji muttered. “He’s five, not in the mafia.”

“Don’t you discipline your child?”

Toji stood up to his full height.

The man took one step back immediately.

“I do,” Toji said, his voice low and calm, “when he does something wrong.”

And with that, he scooped Megumi back under his arm again, grabbed the backpack, and walked off toward the car like nothing happened.

Megumi giggled the whole way.

“Did you see his face, Papa?”

“I saw it, little man. Classic.”

⸺

Back at home…

You were feeling a little more rested when they got back, sitting up with a soft smile as your boys walked in.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you greeted, reaching for Megumi, who immediately clambered into your lap, kicking off his shoes in the process.

“Hi Mama!! Guess what!!”

You kissed his cheek. “What?”

“I punched a kid!!”

.

.

.

You blinked. “You what?"

Megumi giggled. “At the park! He wouldn’t let me down the slide so I went pow!” He demonstrated again, like a little anime character, complete with sound effects.

You slowly turned your head toward your husband.

“Toji.”

Toji froze mid-stretch.

“…Megumi, we talked about this,” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “You weren’t supposed to tell Mama.”

You stared at him. “You told him not to tell me?!”

“He was hogging the slide!” Toji argued. “What do you want from me?! The kid was being a little brat.”

“Toji!”

Megumi smiled proudly, “Papa said it was ‘situational justice.’”

“Oh my God.”

Toji just grinned sheepishly. “Hey. At least we know he’s got good aim.”

[avis-writeshq]

hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up. 

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement. 

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t. 

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you. 

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched. 

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly. 

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn. 

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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[lady-lostmind]

GIVE A SHIT

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Dress Up

Rating: T | WC: 631

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

“This is stupid, Buckley. I look like an idiot. This is never going to work.” Eddie’s face scrunches in disgust as he stares in the mirror, tugging at the secondhand suit jacket Robin shoved onto his shoulders. 

Robin rolls her eyes, “You always look like an idiot.” She pulls Eddie to face her and wraps a tie around his neck. “You guys have been dancing around each other for too long. It’s getting ridiculous.”

Eddie scoffs. “And you think this–” He gestures to himself in his best, non-ripped black jeans, black dress shirt, and the stupid fucking jacket. “Is the solution?”

Robin glares at him while she ties the tie. “No. I think you getting your head out of your ass and actually making a move is the solution.” 

“And this is the move? Dressing like some yuppie in a suit!?” 

Robin flicks him on the forehead, grinning meanly when he yelps and rubs the sore spot. “I think actually making an effort and showing Steve you actually give a shit, is the move.” 

Eddie’s face drops. “Is that what he thinks? That I don’t give a shit?” 

Robin sighs and she smoothes out his tie. “Steve doesn’t think anyone gives a shit about him.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Even I have to constantly remind him or he gets all in his head about it and pulls away.” 

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at his ridiculous outfit with a sigh. “Do I buy him flowers?”

He glances back up and sees Robin smiling widely. “I think that’s a great idea.” 

Eddie shows up at Steve’s house with a bouquet of roses, and a baggie of weed, feeling ridiculous as he knocks on the door. He wants to be with Steve. And Robin is right. They’ve been dancing around this for close to a year. But he doesn’t know how to do this. He’s not– He’s never really had a relationship. He’s never really cared that much. He’s never–

Steve opens the door, eyes going wide when he sees Eddie. “Eds, what–”

“I give a shit.” Great. Really solid start, Eddie.

Steve’s brow furrows. “Okay–”

Eddie sighs, pushing past Steve and pushing the flowers to his chest. “These are for you.”

Steve’s eyes go all sparkly as he looks down at the flowers in his hand, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie starts pacing. “I’m not good at this, okay? I know I’ve probably been fucking this up, majorly, and I’m sorry about that. And I know you deserve better than a trailer trash freak but–”

Steve’s face goes soft. “Eds–”

Eddie shakes his head. “I know, I know. But please, just hear me out, okay? Robin said I have a shot. And I figure she knows. And I know this–” He gestures to himself and the flowers. “Is all a little cheesy and over the top but I do give a shit. About you. I give a lot of shits about you. All the shits, honestly and–”

Steve takes a step forward. “Eds–”

Eddie shakes his head holding his hands out in front of him. “I know I’m probably not what you imagined for your life. I know this is–” He sighs. “I just want you to be happy. And I think that maybe– Maybe I can make you happy. If you give me a chance.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh and Eddie’s heart sinks. “Are you done?”

Eddie stops pacing in front of him, his body slumping in defeat. He knew this was a bad idea. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

Steve smiles, wide and cocky as he strides forward. “Good.” He cups Eddie’s jaw and leans in close. “Because I’m going to kiss you now.”

[bradleysass]

loud - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 631

Evan had barely sat down when the microwave beeped.

Too loud.

The light above the sink flickered once before settling.

Distracting.

The ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the fridge, the muffled voices from the upstairs neighbors—everything was too much. His head throbbed with a migraine blooming behind his eyes, and his fingers trembled where they hovered over his keyboard.

Work had been endless. Messages pinged every ten seconds. A file had corrupted right before a presentation. His manager had used that condescending tone again—“We just need a little more from you, Evan.”

He hadn’t eaten properly. His tea had gone cold hours ago. His inbox was still overflowing.

The front door flung open.

"EVAN!" Barty’s voice tore through the apartment like a lightning strike. "You will not believe what happened at the station today—"

Crash. His bag hit the floor. Clatter. His keys landed on the counter. His boots thudded against the hardwood. It was a symphony of chaos, and Evan snapped.

He didn't even look up from his screen, voice tight and venomous as it left his throat unfiltered.

"Do you have to be so fucking loud?"

Silence.

The worst kind of silence.

Evan felt it immediately—like something vital had cracked in the room. Like the air shifted. He could hear Barty’s breath catch.

When Evan finally looked up, Barty was frozen in the doorway, holding a takeout bag in one hand, keys still in the other. The excitement that had painted his face just moments ago had drained completely.

“…Shit,” Evan whispered. “I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine.” Barty’s voice was flat, sharp in that way that made Evan feel like he’d been impaled by it. “Just next time I’ll… I don’t know. Creep in like a fucking ghost.”

“Barty, I said I didn’t mean it—”

“Yeah, well, you said it.”

Evan stood up too fast, chair legs scraping the floor, hands in his hair. “I’m stressed, alright? Everything’s been shit today and I—God, I’m not trying to blame you. I just—”

Barty set the takeout down gently, like the sound might hurt him. He didn't say anything.

“I’m not mad at you,” Evan continued, voice softening, trying to patch up what he tore open. “I’m mad at everything else. And you walked in and I took it out on you and… that was fucked up. I know.”

Barty finally looked at him then. His eyes weren’t angry, just… tired. Hurt, in that specific way Barty got when Evan pushed him too far.

“You could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I’m overwhelmed,’” Barty said quietly. “You didn’t have to bite me.”

Evan let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a sob. “I’m sorry.”

Barty sighed and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, like he was holding himself together. “Did you eat today?”

Evan shook his head.

“You gonna?”

He blinked at the takeout bag Barty had brought in—his favorite dumplings, he realized, the ones from the place across town Barty only went to when he wanted to cheer him up.

Evan’s face crumpled.

Barty didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in two steps and pulled Evan into a hug. Evan buried his face in Barty’s shoulder, arms curling tight around his waist.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Evan mumbled into his shirt. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know,” Barty whispered back, rubbing slow circles into his back. “You’re a dick sometimes. I’m not going anywhere.”

Evan huffed a short, shaky laugh. “Still love me?”

Barty kissed his temple. “Yeah. Even when you’re an insufferable bastard.”

They stood there for a while. Quiet, but not unkind.

When Evan finally pulled back, Barty held up the takeout bag.

“Now eat, Rosier, before I really start yelling.”

Evan smiled for the first time that day.

[mattsbestgirl]

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୨ৎ smut, dealer!chris x reader, fingering, use of pet names

୨ৎ wc: 631

❤︎ - sylanna’s note: i made this while high sooo yes!!! loveeee me some dealer chris, and some sativa, enjoy :)

you had recently run out of the stash of weed you kept tucked away in your bedside table. with the amount of stress in your life, you couldn’t bare another second without it. finally pulling yourself out of bed, you throw on loose sweatpants and a tiny white tank, slipping on your uggs before heading out. as you plop into your car, you dial in the familiar number hoping he picks up. shortly after, chris answers; you can here him chuckle under his breath before he speaks “well isn’t it my favorite customer, what can i help you with today ma?”.

you pull over at the park and Chris knocks on your window, smirking “gonna let me in baby?” you roll your eyes jokingly, as you unlock the door and he hops in, “so what do you need tonight?” “uhh just the usual, indica and sativa.” , “that’s gonna cost ya y’know sweetie.” while handing them over. as your fingers brush, the tension from the past hook ups you and chris have had resurfaces. “how ‘bout you let me take care of you instead, and i’ll let ya off for this deal.” his hand reaches over, gently rubbing your thigh. you nod, his words and actions, not helping your already growing arousal. 

      you lean over the center console kissing him desperately. chris smirks against your lips, his free hand moving to cup your face. as the kiss continues, his fingers slip into the top of your sweatpants teasing the lace of your soaking wet panties. “gonna let me touch you mama?” he mumbles against your lips, “please chris please.” you whine, as he slips his fingers into your panties almost letting out a groan at how wet you were. “shit— all for me yeah? barley every touched you yet.” he scoffs, his fingers swiping up your slick as they prod at your clit. your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, as sweet whimpers fall from your lips. “chris stop teasing, need you.” he lets out a low chuckle at your begging, smirking as he slides his now soaked finger into your aching hole, resulting in a lewd moan from you. “yeah don’t stop those pretty noises baby, wanna hear you.” he says, slipping in a second finger beginning to pump them in and out of you as you squirm and whine under him. 

  “fuck— chris faster shit.” you moan, as he curls his long fingers at just the right angle abusing the spongy area on your gummy walls. “yeahhhh just like that, doing s’good f’me mama, perfect.” he encourages, quickening his pace as your moans grow louder. “god, right there i’m so close.” you whine, the pleasure completely taking over your body when you feel his thumb attach to your puffy clit rubbing tight circles against the throbbing nub. your head falls back in pleasure, as you bite your lip the only thing on your mind being the pleasure chris is bringing upon you. “gonna cum for me princess? c’mon give it to me you’ve been so good.” he praises, his pace and movements not showing signs of stopping. “chris, chris, chris!” you chant his name, as if it’s a prayer as you release all over his working fingers. your breath is unsteady, as he works you through your orgasm. “such a good girl, you did so good for me hm?” he hums, removing his fingers from your aching hole licking them clean, before placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “i’m never having you pay for weed ever again.”

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[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day 8: Against A Wall

Nesta Archeron x Reader || WC: 631

You were finally drifting off to sleep when someone started pounding on your door. An irritated growl ripping from your throat, you were so tired from training earlier with the twin wraiths.

The person on the other side pounded on your door again. 

“What?!” you barked over the pounding. 

“Open the fucking door!” Nesta seethes. 

You pad over to the door with pinched brows, bare feet near silent over the hardwood floor, not even caring that you’re naked. 

Why is she here? you wonder as you pull the door open, only getting halfway before Nesta throws it open the rest of the way. “Nes—“

She cuts you off as she pushes you into your room and slams you up against the wall next to your door. “What the fuck,” you mutter as she wraps a hand around your throat. 

She glares at you, her eyes like daggers cutting into you. “Did you fuck them?” she snarls. Her lips curved up into a sneer. 

You blink at her. “Who?”

“The twins,” she growls.

She’s jealous. You grin, “Naula and Cerridwen.”

Nesta slams you against the wall again. “Did. You?”

“You’re jealous,” you tease and her hand tightens around your throat. You can’t help but to moan.

She falters. Caught off guard, her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. Her eyes rake over your form pressed against the wall and she finally notices that you’re completely bare. 

Her gaze flits between your tits and pussy. The cold air making your nipples hard and her touch has your pussy soaking. You tilt your head, smirking. “Like what you see?”

She glares at you again. “Their scents were all over you,” she hisses. Using the hand that was wrapped around your throat to slap your full, aching tits, making you moan again. 

You hear her let out a ragged breath, eyes falling to her chest, watching it rise and fall with each shallow breath. “I know.” From training, you don’t add.

She moves her other hand, shoving it between your legs, cupping your sex. “Did you fuck them?” 

“No,” you breathe.

She presses her palm harder against you and you shudder. “Why?”

“I don’t want them,” you tell her honestly and she slips a finger into you. Grinding her palm against your throbbing clit.

“Why?” 

“I have you,” you say breathlessly as she adds another finger. 

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” She growls, punctuating each word with a hard pump of fingers. Pulling out to the tips and pushing back in to the knuckles, curling them.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into you as you moan. “Y-yours. Mine.” Her other hand immediately grips the plump flesh of your ass. Keeping you exactly where she wants as she drives her fingers into your wet cunt. 

“You’re my perfect little slut aren’t you?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck. 

Nodding against her shoulder, “all yours.” Hips bucking as she repeatedly hits your sweet spot. 

She chuckles darkly. “Don’t even need to fuck you on a bed. You’ll cum right here pressed against this fucking wall, won’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry out as she slaps your ass. Your legs begin to tremble as your pussy pulses around her fingers. 

Nesta’s lips latch onto your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving hickies in their wake. Whimpering as she sucks harder on a sensitive spot. “Fuck,” she grunts. “You’re soaking my fingers.”

“Nes,” your breath hitches. “I- I’m…” 

“I know, baby. I know” Nesta purrs and your inner muscles contract. “Cum for me.”

You don’t try to fight the surge of pleasure that takes over your body. You’re a shaking, babbling mess as Nesta continues working you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching around her hand as your pussy clenches and unclenches around her fingers. 

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[enimsiyobeht]

your teeth in my neck. teaser.

wc : 631 , tw : yeonjun x amab reader. modern setting (❌ idols), toxic/abusive relationship. smutty angst. implied sex/suggestive, language, smoking, reader & yeonjun are 🚩🚩.

The first time you meet Yeonjun, it isn’t romantic.

It’s not even kind.

It’s a heatwave night, city lights bleeding through half-open blinds, sweat clinging to your skin. He looks at you like a dare—eyes sharp, mouth curled into something you can’t quite name. You trade words like knives, sharp and reckless. And it isn’t long before his lips are on yours, desperate, angry, tasting like smoke and something unspoken.

You know then what this is going to be.

Dangerous. Addictive. Doomed.

But you let it happen anyway.

It keeps happening.

He comes over late. Always uninvited. Always expected.

He acts like he hates you, and maybe he does—or maybe it’s something worse.

You fight, you press buttons no one else would dare touch. The air between you always feels like a loaded weapon.

"You only love me when it benefits you," Yeonjun spits one night, shoving you back, teeth bared like he’s seconds from sinking them into your skin.

You grin, bruised and cruel. “And you only come back when you want it.”

He doesn't deny it.

And every time, it escalates.

Touch turns violent. Words turn venomous.

You leave bruises you don’t apologize for, and he digs his nails in so deep you carry his mark for days.

It’s a terrible kind of comfort.

A language only the two of you speak.

"I feel you in my bones," you whisper against his neck once, the taste of him lingering on your lips.

He laughs, bitter and beautiful. "You feel me when no one else will."

And you do.

God, you do.

It’s not love.

It’s a possession, a hunger neither of you knows how to starve.

You tell yourself it’s control, but you both know you’re equally wrecked.

The nights are long, your apartment a cage you willingly lock yourselves inside.

"You don't even know my real name," Yeonjun hisses one night, pulling his shirt back on, his skin littered with your fingerprints.

You watch him in the dim light, feeling nothing and everything.

“Does it matter?”

And it doesn’t.

Because he’ll be back.

The cycle repeats.

Over and over.

Late nights. Scratched skin. Choked apologies that taste more like confessions.

You fuck and fight like it’s the same thing.

And maybe it is.

Bleeding, losing, sinking deep.

You don’t remember when it started getting worse.

Maybe the night he showed up already drunk, mouth slurring out all the ugly truths you both ignored.

Maybe the night you told him you didn’t care.

Maybe the night you did care.

But it’s always ending the same—his teeth in your neck, your hands in his hair, both of you chasing something you’ll never hold.

The breaking point isn’t loud.

It’s a quiet, mean little thing.

He stands by the door, his face unreadable.

“I’m done,” Yeonjun says, voice rough, eyes glassy.

And for the first time, you don’t try to stop him.

He waits.

You say nothing.

“I fucking hate you,” he spits. “And the worst part is—you never even cared.”

You finally look at him then.

Empty. Tired.

“I don’t care who you are,” you say. “I just wanted what you gave me.”

And that’s it.

He leaves.

You sit in the silence afterward, the ghost of his touch still lingering, the scent of him clinging to the sheets.

Your throat hurts. Your chest aches. Your skin remembers every place he ever touched.

Your teeth in my neck.

You're leechin' off me.

And you realize, it was never about love.

It was never about need.

It was about the way you both liked to bleed.

You light a cigarette.

The apartment is cold without him.

And for the first time, you don’t believe he’s coming back.

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[potatomountain]

The Prettiest Picture

2024 Kinktober piece! Masterlist

The request by Anon Your kinktober might be full now i know you’re only doing so many but I’ve been wanting to request I just didnt know how to word it properly so I’ll just explain and you can decide if you’re interested or understand what I’m getting at. So basically marking and taking Polaroids of Hongjoong but by marking I mean like writing on him (either sweet things or degrading your choice) and lipstick stains. I hope that makes sense I tried so hard to think of a better way to explain it lol anyways whatever you write for this event I’m so excited to read 💕

Pairing: boyfriend Hongjoong x GN reader WC: 631 AU: non-idol Summary: You just really really love your boyfriend so much you can't stop taking pictures of him Event Kink list: marking, voyeurism, body worship Warnings/smut (cont): slightly obsessed reader, implied oral Honorable tags: @mirohs-aurora-society for the Kinktober event list! Banner and dividers made by me

The Polaroid camera your boyfriend had gifted you recently was now your new favorite thing: and he was your favorite subject.

It started out having him pose for the pictures while you were out on dates, then whenever he was doing anything you just thought was cute. But recently- you took pictures of him during sex. Whether you were on top or he was, you’d take a picture and sometimes he would get angry and just fuck you harsher. Not that you ever minded.

Anyone else might find it to be an obsession, or creepy. Maybe they were right, but what did you care? Hongjoong didn’t particularly dislike your new hobby, he liked that you were a little obsessed with him. What you didn’t tell him was what you did with the pictures after.  Some were in a scrapbook, with little notes written next to them about the day, like journaling. But others- were marked up and in a box you kept under the bed. You’d write a word about the picture under it, or a lipstick mark, especially on the more obscene photos.

He found the box today, calling you into the room and staring at the pictures in his hands. You were expecting some sort of outburst, maybe some disgust, but neither happened. Instead he was… flustered.

“Can you… Can you mark me like this?”

How could you say no to his cute request when it had your whole body heating up with need?

So now he was beneath you, naked on the bed with your lipstick in your hand and sharpie next to your knee. You were straddling his bare thighs, his hard on resting against your inner thigh and leaking onto your jeans. 

First it had just been lipstick marks on your favorite places to kiss him: His mouth, neck, jaw, collar then his nipples and tummy. A trail down to his cock that was, at the moment, also stained with lipstick. You had taken pictures of each kiss mark, then him as a whole, having used so much film already but you weren’t going to stop just yet.

With the tube in hand you wrote in big letters your name over his chest, humming at the pleased whine. “You like this baby?” He nodded, staring up at you with a pliant expression that warmed your heart. This was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Which brought you to the next bit: writing in sharpie everything you did love about him. His laugh, his smile, his passion- the list went on and on, marking his skin more and more until he was a beautiful painting of your love.

So you took more pictures.

He whined with each one, squirming beneath you. You hadn’t tied him up, hadn’t restrained him past sitting on him, so it was cute how he just let you do as you pleased. How he liked it.

“I really have the cutest, best boyfriend ever don’t I? So perfect, and all mine.” You hummed appreciatively, the camera currently discarded as you moved down his body. You kissed over your previous marks, over the words you wrote, worshiping him just as you did the pictures. 

Because truthfully he was the one you adored and worshiped. He was the one you loved with every fiber of your being. And he was the one that was all yours.

Feeling confident you pulled your weight off him and okay grabbed the camera. “Can I- Can I take pictures of you touching yourself? While you’re all marked up for me? Please baby?”

No matter how much you needed him, you could wait. These were the pictures that were going to be your favorite in your collection. Well, aside from him. He was the prettiest picture you owned.

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waiting for us — chapter thirty eight. cat cafe

cw. mention of a bruise/implied domestic abuse wc. 631 + 4 SS

You and Minho had agreed to meet up at the cafe since you had a early shift at love stay. Of course he had wanted to pick you up but had only relented when you insisted that you’d really enjoy the short walk. You had agreed to let him take you to work for the rest of the week though.

He was sat at a table already waiting for you when you walked in, the tiniest smile curling at his lips at the sight of you. Perhaps he had got there a little early, maybe just a little excited to be having some alone time with you. Not that he would ever admit that.

Minho waves you over and you make your way to him, sliding into the seat right across from him at the small table.

“Hi Min,” You greet him softly and he would have been happy at the nickname but his lips curl into a slight frown. He can see what looks like a purple bruise high on your cheekbone. It seems like you’ve tried to cover it with makeup but part of your foundation has wiped away from your shift. Minho so desperately wants to ask what happened, why you were hurt, but he knew the odds you’d actually answer him were low. Despite only meeting you a handful of times he already knew you would just deflect, trying to not make a big deal out of it. You were just like him in that way. He let’s it go because the last thing he wants to do is ruin the date by asking.

So he takes a deep breath, cooling his expression before you can notice. Minho can’t deny the immediate anger at the thought of someone hurting you. Someone as precious as you.

“Hey Kitten,” Minho takes so much pride in the way your cheeks flush. You were sure these boys were going to be the death of you.

The two of you order drinks, a caramel macchiato for you and a latte for Minho. Both drinks came with cute cat art on the top and you find it cute that Minho just has to take a picture for a keepsake. You also order some paw shaped cookies. They taste pretty good but you can’t help but think that a certain fairy boy could make something even better.

Eventually the two of you find yourselves on the floor, playing with the cats in the cafe. Several cats have crowded around Minho, head butting him softly for attention. You coo and take several pictures, sending them to the group chat. You’re surprised that the cats have flocked to him, but at the same time you’re pretty sure they can tell that he’s one of them.

On the flip side, Minho can’t help but watch you as you sit in the corner, with one of the black cats, a cat toy in your hand as you play with the kitty. That signature small smile graces his features as he watches you. Would it be too much to ask you if you want to be the mother to his own cats? Which reminded him that he had to tell you all about his babies. Minho sneaks his own pictures of you to retaliate as he also sends them to the group chat, the boys instantly cooing over you.

As he watches you he can’t help but feel complete, so content. While he knows you’re still getting used to them, 8 soulmates can be overwhelming, Minho still feels like you fit in so perfectly with them. The missing puzzle piece they’ve been looking for, for such a long time. And now that you were here he promised himself that he wasn’t going to let you go. Not if he could help it.

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[honghwalvr]

ONE > two

m.list atz.list

genre: fan fiction, smut, friends-ish to lovers

wC: 631

- synopsis: Working as the daycare instructor was the most boring job you've ever had. Worse than being a cashier at a store almost no one goes to.

But when Mr. Kim first came to drop his kid off? Holy shit, things got interesting.

And the best part? He was single.

He, in your perspective, was a certified DILF.

pairings: dilf & producer ! hongjoong x young daycare worker ! reader

- warnings: swearing, drinking, dilfs, age gap

Starting your shift was the worst fucking thing you could possibly do after last night.

You did your shift at the fancy restaurant and paid your bills. Yet somehow, Soyeon convinced you to go out for ONE drink.

One drink that turned into two, then three, then five, then 8.

And more until you found yourself splayed out on your bed covered in what you assumed, based off smell, was your own vomit.

Yeah, gross.

You cleaned the whole room before showering and changing into something more appropriate for babysitting, arriving at work 5 minutes early.

"Oh, and there's a new dad. He's a hottie for sure," Soyeon winked, nudging your shoulder.

"When did he come in?"

"About an hour ago. He signed up "finally", he says, so that his daughter won't have to be watched by her busy uncles anymore. Ah, there he is now! Hi, Mr. Kim!" Soyeon bows and you turn, eyes widening in shock.

It was the same guy from yesterday! What are the chances..

"H-hi, Mr. Kim." you spoke nervously, smiling impishly.

"Hello, dear. I believe we met yesterday?" he said, kind of embarrassing you.

"Yeah. At the bus stop. Thank you, again."

"No problem. It always feels nice to lend a helping hand." He smiled.

You looked over at Soyeon who wore a smile of 'you better tell me later'. You nodded and walked over to Mr. Kim and his daughter, who was behind his legs.

"Minjun, don't be shy. Ms..?"

"Lee."

"Ms. Lee is a very kind woman. So is Ms. Jeon," he said which made little Minjun come out from hiding, still kind of obscured in the face by her own hands.

You kneeled down in front of her and slowly removed her hands from her face only to gasp in surprise.

"Wow, Minjun! You're so pretty!" you exclaimed, not even lying. She was the prettiest 3 year old you'd ever seen.

Maybe it was because she had her dad's face. Her dad was a very pretty man.

"R-Really?" she asked, sniffling.

"Yeah, of course! You look just like your daddy! Very pretty" you smiled sweetly, watching her reaction.

"But Daddy's a boy. Boys aren't pretty."

"Well, your daddy sure is." you said before you could stop yourself. "Which is why you're so pretty." you saved yourself, smiling once more.

"Okay.." Minjun said, finally believing you.

You stood up and looked at Mr. Kim, who had an amused smile on his face.

"You handled that really well."

"Well, that's my job. Do you know what days you'll be coming?" God, you hoped he'd be here every day.

"Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays! That's all."

Fuck. I mean, it was wishful thinking. But so was that he'd have a kid to bring here.

'The universe works in mysterious ways', you decided, leaving it alone.

"I'll be back to her up at 7:30. You hear that, Junnie? Daddy will be back, alright?" He said to his kid, who then nodded shyly.

Mr. Kim was then gone. And your face?

Burning red.

"M-minjun, there are other kids here!" you said, half-calm half-freaking out.

"You should go play with them! We have another very nice girl who plays over there, her name is Nayeon." You smiled sincerely, watching as little Kim Minjun ran over to play, leaving you and Soyeon alone.

"He calls himself 'Daddy'," Soyeon states.

"And 'Daddy' he is. Holy fuck, I can't wait to see him again." you mumbled, catching the face of holding in a laugh that Soyeon had.

"Shut up!" you laugh, hitting her over the head softly.

"Okay, okay! But now, since Nayeons on duty, tell me what you guys were talking about!"

"I will!" you laugh, walking arm in arm with Soyeon to the break room.

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 20, wc: 631] - gingerbread man : k. minjeong

“AREN’T GINGERBREAD MEN A CHRISTMAS THING?” was what you asked your girlfriend when she suggested making them. it’s the middle of october, halloween hasn’t even happened yet, and minjeong wants to make gingerbread men.

you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t interested, though—you’re not one to skip out on something just because it’s not winter. that, is loser behavior. and you (contrary to minjeong’s beliefs) are not a loser.

the process of baking them goes well, because you and minjeong have baked together on multiple occasions, but your real confusion comes when she starts decorating the gingerbread man like a… a christmas gingerbread man. “i thought it was autumn.”

“y/n,” she rebukes, “are you complaining after you’re the one who agreed?”

“no, ma’am,” you deflect, “i’m just curious about your seasonal tastes.”

minjeong doesn’t answer after that, focusing on adding the face with a thin-cut piping bag. the finished product of the one cookie turns out to be one of those generic gingerbread men, with a white outline of its sleeves and face, and a green bowtie and red buttons. once she dots the last button, she looks up at you and grins, “are you ready?”

you tilt your head, confused. “for what, exactly?”

the girl grabs the cookie, staring at it for no longer than a few seconds, and then promptly snaps the head off, leaving you horrified. the poor gingerbread man! it hasn’t even seen its first day of joy and whimsy! 

“why!?” you cry out, mourning the cookie whose (two part) body is carried back to the counter. again, your girlfriend doesn’t answer but grabs the piping bag with red frosting. then, she draws what seems to be blood on the edges where it was decapitated.

maybe you are a loser for mourning a gingerbread man. but you have to admit, what she did is pretty funny. and so you burst out laughing, which makes minjeong burst out laughing, and then the gingerbread corpse is left on the counter as you two are on the floor laughing at something extremely absurd. 

the rest of the cookies are decorated in some horror-ish or halloween-esque way, like the usual vampires, werewolves, serial killer (with an odd knife-shaped piece of gingerbread), but in the end there ends up being two cookies that resemble you and minjeong. except you’re a vampire, and there’s two tiny red dots on the gingerbread-minjeong’s “neck”. you decided to add those small details after seeing minjeong give gingerbread-you fangs, all for the “shits and giggles”.

she points at the cookie resembling you, giggling, “i think i like this, you, better.”

“excuse me? what, are you into vampires or something?”

“um…”

soon the kitchen becomes a chasing-ground. to be honest, you started the chase for no good reason—that and it’s really fun to tease minjeong. sometimes she makes this super angry face (which was most effective when she went blonde for a few months) and it’s so endearing that you made “annoying kim minjeong” at the top of your daily checklist. once you catch her, she calls a truce and taps out, panting heavily to catch her breath. “vampire-gingerbread-you wouldn’t do this, see?”

“would you like me better if i bit you?” you pant, leaning against the counter next to your girlfriend.

she narrows her eyes at you, eyebrows downturned, “that’s gonna be the start of the zombie apocalypse.”

after a short break, the last three gingerbread are decorated as your friends jimin, aeri, and yizhuo, and into their respective halloween costumes from last year. there’s some more discourse and banter, and then you spend the night watching dramas while eating your gingerbread-friends and talking shit about the antagonist.

“for the record, i think i like gingerbread-you better than you.”

“is that a death wish?”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : guys there's only 11 more days of october this is actually crazy

[steddiebingo]

Congrats @lady-lostmind on completing our Kissing Booth Challenge!

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Prompt: Passion

Spark

Rated E, wc 520, No Warnings, Tags: Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Passion, Quickies

Eddie finally gets what people mean when they say they feel a spark.

Prompt: Dress Up

Give a Shit

Rated T, wc 631, No Warnings, Tags: Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley is a Little Shit, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Dress Up, First Kiss, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is Bad at Flirting

Eddie dresses up for Steve

Prompt: Date

Second Chance

Rated T, wc 1,627, No Warnings, Tags: Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson Friendship, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss, Second Chances

Eddie and Steve go on a second date.

Prompt: Jealousy

Trouble

Rated T, wc 1,196, No Warnings, Tags: Pre-Relationship, Jealousy, Shock, Surprises, Realization, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Tease, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Horny Eddie Munson, when you finally realize why everyone thinks your best friend is hot, and it's about to become a problem

Steve helps Eddie figure out a guitar part.

Prompt: Love

The Right Person

Rated T, wc 555, No Warnings, Tags: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Idiots in Love, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Realization, Fluff

Written for Steddie Bingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Love

Prompt: Gags

Big Mouth

Rated E, wc 884, No Warnings, Tags: Kink Discovery, Gags, Smut, One Shot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Steve Harrington is a Little Shit, Blow Jobs

Eddie finds something new out about himself

Prompt: Daddy Kink

Ask Dad

Rated E, wc 542, No Warnings, Tags: Kink Discovery, Daddy Kink, Steve Harrington is a Little Shit, One Shot, Laughter During Sex, Embarrassment

It's a joke until it's not.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

AHHH thank you so much for sending this <33 i hope these fics make someone as happy as i felt when writing them 🫶

01 — SPARKS FLY

summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️ wc (total): 36k

02 — TRAIN RIDES

PART ONE | PART TWO

summary: Spencer Reid prides himself in his routine. Wake up at half-past six. Leave his apartment at a quarter past seven. Get onto the seven thirty train. Arrive at Quantico at eight forty five. He has a plentiful of reasons as to why he does it; it’s efficient, it gets him to the office early, it works. But the biggest reason is the girl that always sits in the seat a few rows across from him, headphones on and always reading a book. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers, rated G for mutual pining and second hand embarrassment. no use of (Y/N). warnings: fluff, boy band spencer reid (caution, hot!). i tried to write in Spencer’s pov, and with that comes a lot of rambling. i like to think that his mind is running 100 miles an hour, so i tried to write in a style that could implicate that wc (total): 5.2k

03 — GLUE SONG

summary: “but you’re here, and so i love you.” in which spencer realises that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

pairing: s5!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: spencer in a knee brace (tell me why that’s attractive. why does he look good at his worst. face card never declines), he’s genuinely obsessed with you, not proof read oops a/n: thank you so much anon !!!! i’m so sorry it took so long to post; i kept changing and editing it hahaha i hope you enjoy it !! wc: 1.05k

04 — WHEN HE DEFENDS YOU FROM A MISOGYNIST

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily wc: 631

05 — DETENTION

pairing: damian wayne x fem!reader warnings: rated 16+ for mature themes, coarse language, and mutual pining, guns, stalking, kidnapping, s3xual assault, blood, psychopathic tendencies (not by reader or damian), arson, prayer talk wc: 6k

lots of spencer reid but also a couple of different characters :)) i hope you enjoy these because i had so much fun writing these !! thank you again @ssahotchnerr for sending this to me ahhh !!

[akutasoda]

flavourful tasting

synopsis - your lover was something of a tea connoisseur and you had also picked up that habit

includes - wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 631

a/n: this was based of my drabble here. just couldn't get this idea out my head haha

you had always noticed that whenever you saw wriothesley, he would be accompanied with a cup of tea - obviously not when he was in action. even among your shared residence he would have a cup of tea with him, and even had a whole cupboard dedicated to various tea's.

you never minded in the slightest. and in fact you actually started picking up on drinking more tea. it had became more natural for you to brew wriothesley some tea after his work and make yourself the same, or at dinner when you or wriothesley would pour both of you the latest brew. or just randomly throughout the day starting to crave a cup of tea.

this had delighted wriothesley. not only had it ment that he could discuss with someone dear to him a passion he had always had for something but it gave him more chances to spend time with you during work hours. getting you to come to his office when he gets a new type of tea so not only can you two share the opinions of it's various qualities but he gets to see you during the day. both of you find it to be the perfect excuse, so no-one's complaining.

and all these little habits that have become so natural mean that other things become more natural. for example, memorizing the others favourite flavours - even what the other prefers during certain moods and even how exactly to brew each others tea. and on a special occasion one day you had decided to gift wriothesley with matching tea sets, while it may seem sort of dumb to others you both lnew the significance to it and he was actually really hesitant to use it, scared he might break such a gift.

now as a tea connoisseur, wriothesley would often import various teas from around tevyat but sometimes would hold himself back when he had quite a few already. but now you both shared the same interest, so every time he saw a new tea or tea set he would waste no time importing it for the both of you to enjoy.

sometimes he even wishes that he could get more time off. he very much wanted to get away from the stress of his job and travel tevyat with you. to get time off and go around the various nations tasting all their local teas brewed within the nation (it seemed to have different flavouring in different locations), and just generally sightseeing with you was something he would do everything in his power to do. but he would have to bide his team currently, but whenever it happened he knew the wait would be worth it.

but for now he was more than happy to just laze around with you after work. just spending quality time with you as the two of you laid around with the same new brew of tea idly chatting about the day or random topics that peaked conversation. letting the idle chatter simmer into giving options and verdicts of the tea once it was all drank. before cuddling back up and drifting off into the best slumber he had ever has.

[bradleysass]

red + string - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 631

James Potter doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in making things happen, in chasing after what he wants, in sheer dumb luck. But fate? No, that’s some fairytale nonsense, and he’s always been too impatient for fairytales.

Which is why it’s ridiculous that he keeps running into Regulus Black.

The first time, it’s the grocery store. James is pushing a cart with one wonky wheel, trying to make a very important decision between two brands of cereal, when he turns, and—bam—his cart slams into another. The other cart is filled with absurdly neat rows of organic produce, meticulously stacked like it belongs in a stock photo. And standing behind it is Regulus Black, scowling at him as if James has personally ruined his day.

James grins. “Fancy seeing you here, Reggie.”

Regulus exhales through his nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“You eat fruit? Thought you lived off espresso and disdain.”

Regulus blinks at him, unimpressed, and then without a word, steers his cart in the opposite direction.

James watches him go, feeling strangely victorious. He chalks it up to nostalgia—because sure, he and Regulus have crossed paths a handful of times over the years, mostly through Sirius, but it’s been ages since they’ve had an actual conversation. He almost forgets about it.

Until it happens again.

This time, it’s Remus’ apartment. James drops by unannounced (as one does when they have no regard for their friends’ schedules), barges into the living room, and nearly topples over when he spots Regulus curled up on Remus’ couch, sipping tea like he belongs there.

James stares. “Are you squatting here? Have you been secretly living in Moony’s flat?”

Regulus doesn’t even look up from his book. “I’m allowed to visit my friends, Potter.”

James gapes at Remus, betrayed. “Since when are you guys friends?”

Remus sips his tea, unfazed. “Since university. Some of us can maintain normal adult friendships without dramatics.”

James plops down on the armrest of the couch, still watching Regulus like he might disappear. He doesn’t. Instead, he flips a page, entirely ignoring James’ existence. James should be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.

The third time, James literally walks into him.

He’s at an art museum, pretending to be cultured, when he gets distracted by a group of schoolkids loudly debating whether one of the paintings looks like an old man or a really ugly dog. He’s laughing to himself when he turns a corner and—

Smacks straight into Regulus.

James stumbles back, blinking. “Are you haunting me?”

Regulus looks up at him, unimpressed as ever. “This is a public space, Potter.”

“That’s what a ghost would say.”

Regulus rolls his eyes and steps around him, but James is quicker. He steps into stride beside him. “So, what’s your favorite piece here?”

Regulus narrows his eyes, like he’s trying to determine if James is being serious. He must decide he is, because after a moment, he sighs and gestures subtly to a painting in the next room. “That one.”

James follows his gaze, expecting something cold and dark, something perfectly curated and distant. But it’s not. It’s soft brushstrokes and warm colors, almost dreamlike.

“Huh,” James says. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the sentimental type.”

Regulus glances at him. “That’s because you don’t know me.”

James doesn’t have a good response to that. Because he’s right—he doesn’t know Regulus. Not really. But it seems, lately, that the universe keeps throwing them together, over and over again. And James has never been one to ignore an opportunity.

So he grins. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to fix that.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow but doesn’t immediately shut him down. And James counts that as a win.

Maybe the red strings of fate aren't such nonsense after all.

[vinylfoxbooks]

May 12 - White Iris | @moonchaser-microfic | wc: 631 First Part | Previous Part Purity, Innocence, New Beginnings

“That was a wonderful meal.” Remus sighs, pouring them some more wine and walking from the kitchen. James smiles at him, their dishes resting on the coffee table with Remus’, as he walks back to the couch, “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew noodles. And that sauce was phenomenal. Where did you learn that noodle trick?”

“Thank you, Remus. Your chicken and mushrooms were cooked to perfection if I do say so myself.” They grin, muttering a thank you as they grab the stem of their wine glass from him, “The casserole dish is what I do in lieu of having a chafing dish. I grew up cooking with my parents and went to culinary school after high school, thought I wanted to become a world renowned chef or something.” 

“I’m a little intimidated by the fact that I just made a meal with a culinary school graduate, assuming you did graduate.” 

James shakes their head, “Your food really was well done, and no I didn’t graduate.” 

“Why did you change your mind?” 

“I realised that I couldn’t handle the environment of a kitchen, it was too overwhelming and physically taxing. So I changed my mind, got a Master’s in Social Work, and here I am.” They hum, “What about you, where did you learn to cook?” 

“My ma died when I was young and my dad didn’t love cooking, so I learned how to cook for the two of us on days he didn’t want to. Taught me a good thing or two about living on my own when I was ready.” 

“No child should have to live like that.” 

Remus shrugs, “It doesn’t matter much, I’ve moved on.” 

“Good.” 

He nods, “And growing up like that, you either learn to cook or you're screwed for the rest of your life in a kitchen, as it turns out my best friend is.” 

“I’ll cheers to that, mine isn’t allowed in my kitchen anymore.” James grins, reaching out their glass. Remus clinks it with his and they drink. 

Once Remus has pulled the glass from his slightly burgundy stained lips, he hums and looks around, “I assumed you would have more plants in here than you do,” Then he adds, “Don’t get me wrong, you have a mighty collection, but I figured there would be more.” 

James laughs, “Most of them are in my room, it gets better lighting. These are all ones that need less sun.” 

“Except for the Iris.” Remus gestures at the beautiful white iris bundle standing tall in a vase at the center of the coffee table. 

They grin at it, “Irises are one of my favourites and I really liked what you said about white flowers, so when Lily told me they got in a new shipment of Irises, which she always does, I was quick to snatch a couple from her.” James reaches forward and grabs the vase, bringing it to settle between the two of them. 

“Good to know I changed your mind about white flowers.”

“You didn’t change my mind, per se, but you did offer me a new perspective. It’s not like I ever hated them, but I’ve always been the type of person to enjoy bolder colours, if you couldn’t tell, so I never reached for them. But I think having a white flower or two around will remind me of the good when it gets rough.” 

Remus reaches out and gently traces one of the lower petals of the flower nearest to him, “I hate when people forget the simple things that can help like that, or forget that nature is so intrinsically interwoven with human nature that it’s healing.” 

“You can say that again.” James grins, watching Remus’s mesmerised movements with their heart fluttering in their chest.

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