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[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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[1800classiccherries]

Slideshow!

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! use of n word like once, teen romance

⚘ summary: Miles and Y/n make a slideshow to convince his parents to be able to be in his room with the door closed.

⚘ wc: 631

You and Miles were on his bed, sitting in silence a foot or so apart, which was odd because you two were never normally this awkward. Occasionally one of you would glance at the wide open door, revealing Miles's parents walking by here and there, which is why you two kept your distance.

For context, when you and Miles first started dating, you two weren't allowed in his room and had to stay in a public space like the living room; however, y'all are obnoxiously loud. When you two were playing games, loud. Even just talking, you two laughed loud. Except, when it was a movie night, it was quieter because y'all were so wrapped up in the plot.

To be honest, y'all were fine in the living room, but it was rough always being told to quiet down. The volume of you two in the same room was too much, so Miles suggested to his parents that you two go to his room instead of being confined to only the living room. Under one condition, the door stayed wide open.

And so there y'all were sitting side-by-side in a semi-awkward silence.

You feel the weight on the bed shift closer to you, and an arm makes its way over your shoulder, "Hey."

"Nigga, what?" you say without thinking at his cheesy attempt to make a move on you.

With a pout, he takes his arm off your shoulder and leans back upright, "You ruined the moment."

You giggle at his pouting, feeling a little bad about your reaction, "My bad, stink, it was a natural reflex. Try again," you offer, tossing your locs over your shoulder.

Miles clears his throat before leaning back over, putting an arm over your shoulders again.

"Hey." He says with a smirk and a tilt of his head.

"Hi," you respond, tilting your head the same way, your eyes glancing down at his lips before back up at his eyes.

"You look really pretty right now," He compliments, leaning in.

"Thank you," you whisper with a smile, leaning in as well.

You hear someone clear their throat walking past the doorway of his room, causing both of y'all to quickly move away and back into the awkward silence.

~

A week or so later--that situation happening again and again--you and Miles were on Facetime brainstorming ideas for the slideshow y'all planned to make to convince Miles's parents (mainly his mom) to let y'all have the door closed.

The both of you knew it was ambitious to shoot for something so big, so that's why you had to create the best slideshow presentation of all time.

"Okay, what do we think about this template?" you ask, turning your camera around to show a classy slideshow template.

"Perfect." he nods, and you add him to the slideshow.

~

A few days of hard work and planning go by, and it's now the day you two scheduled to present the presentation.

In preparation, the two of you coordinated your most trustworthy-looking outfits and practiced how you would present. Y'all knew you both were being extra, but at the end of the day, it didn't matter because y'all were having fun.

"Greetings, esteemed guests," Miles opens, gesturing to the title slide on tv.

You and Miles alternated presenting slides, explaining how having a door closed is reverse psychology, decreasing the chances of anything happening. Also, the classic, if the door was closed, grades would improve (don't know how, but there was a graph to prove it), along with a few other random and made-up examples.

"Thank you for your time," you close, and the two of you bow.

Following suit, his dad gives a round of applause, "That was actually pretty impressive."

His mom sighs, "We'll think about it."

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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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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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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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[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?”

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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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[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.

[lostgracestories]

Idk you, but I rlly like the idea that Morgott use a human disguise when in public (maybe mimic veil or smth else)

So imagine veiled!Morgott being teased by his tarnished consort and trying to make him purr or flustered because he would be an absolute cutie patootie <3

Also the big tired grandpa vibes-

HOLD. MY. COFFEE. I LOVE YOU I COULD KISS YOU (veiled!Morgott writings are a FAV of mine <33333333) I need to show y'all the sketches I have of veiled!Morgott soon now, lol!

Anyways! I wrote a little minific? Drabble? Idk the terms lol I wrote something and here it is <3

erm, apologies for mistakes I'm like half awake rn lmao wc: 631 tw: self-loathing Morgott (typical but very mild)

Veil or no Veil...

It had been some months since you had sealed your consortship with Morgott. There had been a small and brief wedding. This had been due to your, now husband's, fear of betrothing you in his hideous form. You'd had to beg him just for the small wedding not to use mimic veil. Now, here you both were. Morgott had promised you a grand afternoon in the markets, he had even told you that you had no spending limit. It was a rare planned date from your husband and it caused you to bubble with excitement. Well... this was until you saw the man that offered his hand to you with a slow and regal bow...

He was using mimic veil...

"Beloved- do you truly need to hide your features for a simple outing this afterno-" Morgott cut you off, standing tall and it was clear he was not going to allow protest this time. Perhaps... if it made him more comfortable... you were alright with it.

"I will hear no words of protest fall from thy lips. Come, let us enjoy this day fore we must return" You offered a careful look but took your husband's hand in yours, sighing as your shoulders, and his, relaxed. You hadn't noticed you'd been so tense. Without another moment to think, Morgott led you onward, guiding you toward the market.

You watched as his silvery curls, tied into a messy bun, bobbed and lightly blew around with his movements. He was still tall like this but not nearly as tall as you knew him to truly be. He had muscle in this form as well but it could not compare to the large fur and hair strewn biceps that you so dearly loved... if only he saw himself the way that you did.

As hours passed by and you ventured the market with your husband, you found that you quite missed the subtle swish of his tail behind him when you spoke to him. Now, as you stood in your shared favorite bookstore, you watched as Morgott became engrossed in the wide variety of poetry adorning the back shelves. A sly grin pulled at your lips as a devious thought came to mind and you slowly and quietly approached while his hands held the spine of a particular book, his eyes locked on a page...

The purr you drew from him was jarring and loud. He had not expected your gentle fingers to come trailing up his back as you looked over his arm to see what he read. For a moment he was locked in place, utterly embarrassed at the sound you had drawn out of him, in his veiled guise no less...

"Love of mine-" He hadn't meant to but his voice came out low and raspy and above all else... flustered...

"You make such pretty noises, love... if only you would pair your gorgeous face with them..." You hummed thoughtfully as you twirled a strand of his hair between your finger tips.

Morgott's breath caught in his throat at her bold proclamation, in public no less. He wasn't sure if he should feel mortified or scoop her up and rush home with her. His one eye blinked at her simply in shock as she smiled to him innocently, her hand coming up to brush over the bandage always wrapped over his unseeing eye in this form.

"Thou art truly seeking to kill me... I can not stand such claims..." You felt a sly grin pull at your lips once more as you placed a hand over his veiled form's chest. You lingered for a moment before finally speaking once more. It was off topic, but you could hardly keep the words from escaping. "I would love you, veil or no veil..."

[helplessautomaton]

hi can I do 8 with Poe for the event? :3

8 ("someday I wish to eat your heart and maybe then we'll be together in eternity.” )

giggling, Poe is such a creature and i wish to study him more

-WC 631 // valentines event open!! TWs, obsessive behavior, stalking implied (kindaish?), Poe being Poe

You like to tell yourself that the current situation you’re in is better than being in a book where you can not escape nor die. It helps lighten your mood even if it's just as helpful as a grain of sand. It was the only thing that was preventing you from attempting to get away, either you stay in the real world or be subject to being a book for how long in pure insanity. It held power over you and you couldn't feel more angered by it, but you suppose it's better the way it is currently. Even more rash actions, you held back however you can't deny the urge to rip up some of the letters you got from your captor, Poe. full of his obsession leaking off every letter and staining the perfect page that could’ve been used for something else. You were very aware at any moment Poe could use his ability with those letters, the threat was still very there. Yet when the letters are given to you, Poe stands away in the corner waiting for your reaction patiently. Hes calmer when he's close to you, no one else in the way, perfect with just you and him (sometimes Karl as well).  

You were afraid if you accepted his presence more than tolerating it, things would only intensify and get worse with his already lovehigh obsession. Alongside the letters you would get random trinkets, however you would rather throw them out than accept even that, the crows would do better with them. 

Today, Poe was just a little closer, looking over at your shoulder, staring into your eyes that had not once taken in his existence within the hour. The tension was noticeable, Poe inching just a little bit closer, his fidgeting was the only thing worth acknowledging. His hands also held a book, thankful it wasn't about you just for someone else. He then proceeded to shuffle closer to where you were sitting, forced into thought to avoid the man himself. Took one just step closer behind you, unsure what to do, he wants to touch and feel your touch. Eyes staring in at your nape with your hair flowing gently down along your frame completely unmoving. With just one hand he moves the hair closest to your shoulders down with the rest of your hair that aligns with your spine. The touch makes you shiver unexpectedly, you didn't want his touch, you didn't want him near you. Yet there he stayed, unmoving, in complete awe of you, even if your focus was somewhere else. “...someday I wish to eat your heart and maybe then we'll be together in eternity.” 

A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder while you tensed up at the words you just heard. You wanted to plead denial but ultimately knew Poe wasn't joking, hopefully that day is long away. Poe’s slender hand started to pet your shoulder with the utmost care and gentleness, it felt so disgusting. You wish you hadn't met him, had not seen what you weren't supposed to even if the room was all of you. From regular pictures to some old hair you’d cut off, even older school photos along with old phones you threw out. Somethings that went missing you found in that room with everything else as you stood in horror, so did another pair of eyes join you but for the wrong reasons and sealed your fate. 

So here you sit, Poe up close to you, hand on your shoulder, gently caressing you while your mind repeats his words from earlier. Would it be that hard to let him do it? But you just wanted him away from you, he didn't honestly believe that you two would be together in eternity right?

[bettermiya]

Rituals

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Continuation of Through the Wall.

WC: 631 words.

Triggers: Kidnapping, Bondage, Non-Con Touching, Stockholm Syndrome / Yandere adjacent. MDNI.

Summary: You're too tired to fight back. Horror!AU. The Boy!AU.

7:00 PM - DINNER

He unshackles your wrists from the headboard and props you up on pillows. Your dinner is always on an antique tea tray, usually arranged on mismatched, chipped china. The utensils and plates are always very clean. He likes to feed you himself, even though your hands are free. He will cut your meat into perfect little squares and spear them with the tines of the fork before bringing it to his painted lips and blowing despite keeping the mask on. You never see him with it off.  He offers you the bite of food, and you take it.

Like the mother of a small child, he watches you chew dutifully and waits until you swallow before he gets you another bite. He makes sure each bite has a bit of sauce or gravy, if there is any. If you ask very nicely, he will let you cut your own food and feed yourself, but he watches closely from where he sits on the edge of the bed, right beside you. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt and wrings his hands and picks at his nails. He doesn’t like being so still with you so close to him.

He has his own plate of food, but he does not touch it until you have finished eating. When it is his turn, he cuts his meat or spins his noodles, but he only mimes the gestures of eating. He brings each bite to his mask and stops it an inch away from the painted mouth, making quiet eating sounds into the mask. He pretends to swallow. After a few moments, he will rub his stomach and put your empty plate beneath his full one and carry them to the small table in the corner of the room farthest from you.

He comes back and repositions your pillows. He lays you back down and fits your wrists back into their soft, leather shackles. Grabbing the pile of blankets, he tucks you in and presses the smooth wood of the mask to your forehead in a kiss goodnight. On nights when he is in good spirits, he will read to you in a low, scratchy voice half muffled behind the mask. The books are mostly children’s books, but if you ask nicely, he will bring books from the house’s vast library. Sometimes he asks you to read those books to him.

On nights when he is in bad spirits, he often paces like an agitated, caged animal. Back and forth. Back and forth. Across the little room where you now live. Sometimes, he simply lays beside you and pets you. His big, strong hands stroke your cheek; his calloused thumb trails gently down the bridge of your nose until your eyelids get heavy and fluttery; he rubs circles across your stomach. When he thinks you’re sleeping, he will move away to the table in the corner where he put his dinner. If you pretend to sleep and watch through slitted eyes, you can watch him remove the mask.

It is hard to make out his features in the heavy shadows at the edges of the room. Sometimes in the flickering candle light, you can see glimpses of his strong jaw, strange raised scars across his cheeks and mouth and eyes.  If you are very quiet and still, you can watch him eat his meal. He eats slowly and deliberately.  When he is finished- or if he notices you are awake- he puts his mask back on and goes to your bed.

He climbs in beside you, drapes an arm over your middle and tucks your head under his chin. He stays there all night. Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he mumbles. Sometimes he quietly snores.

He does not leave until you are fully awake.

[avis-writeshq]

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 !!

[mugloversonly]

Cashew

Written for: @steddiemas prompt: SANTA @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: SANTA WC: 631 Rating: G CW: NA (Dad=Steve, Papa=Eddie) Summary: Steve and Eddie take Amelia to go see Santa Claus AO3

Amelia stood in between her fathers while they waited in line to see Santa. It was something all the other foster kids talked about, something she’s never done. When she told her Dad and Papa about it, they looked so sad, in fact her papa even cried a little. Which wasn’t that surprising, papa cries almost as much as she does.

But when her little voice said, “Santa’s never come to my house,” her dads made it their mission to make it happen. They celebrated Christmas as kids so she should too. And she was fine with that! Really! But at school she realized that the people in suits who moved her from her old houses to her new family probably didn’t tell them where she came from. So she had to, but she didn’t know how. Santa’s lap seemed like the perfect place, after all, he did grant wishes.

“Alright, Bedelia, climb on up.” Her dad said. She sat down on the big man’s lap and turned to him with a curious expression.

“What’s your name?” Santa asked.

“Amelia Munson, Mr. Claus.” She answered prim and proper, with all her manors. If he was going to grant her wish, she needed to be nice. That’s what papa said.

“What do you want for Christmas, Ms. Amelia?” Santa asked with a chuckle.

“Well, that’s the thing Mr. Claus. I’m adopted, and I don’t think the suit people told dad and papa.” She began.

“Told them what?” He asked and furrowed his brow.

“I don’t usually have a green tree. I usually have the candle row.” She said. “My mama and dada from before called it a M something said we were Jewish.”

“Ah, I see.” Santa said with a nod. “Is that what you want for Christmas? For your dads to know you’re Jewish?” He asked speculatively. Amelia nodded vigorously.

“But I want to have Christmas too, like they did.” She said pouting a little. “Is it okay to do two?” She asked softly. Santa smiled.

“Sure is, I’ll make sure you get your wish, my dear.” Santa said. Then it was time to take the picture. They smiled and papa came to get her off, Santa’s lap.

“Son, a moment?” Santa asked. Papa nodded and sent her to wait on the side. He leaned over to Santa and his eyes went wide as he listened.

“I understand, thank you for telling me sir.” Papa said and he hugged Santa tightly. Which, made Amelia think.

“Wait! Mr. Claus? Can I have a picture with you, and me, and my dads?” She asked before the next kid came up.

“You want that, honey?” Papa asked her. She nodded.

“Pretty, please?” She asked. Dad sighed, and shook his head. They both knew Papa wouldn’t be able to say no to her, so he was already moving to the jolly man. The three posed for their picture and Santa made them promise to come back next year.

~~~

Eddie walked hand in hand with Amelia toward the food court. They promised her a pretzel if she was a good girl for Santa and they made good on their promises. While she was chewing away, Eddie leaned toward Steve.

“Do you think we can get Chrissy and Robin to babysit?” He asked.

“Probably. You know they love Amelia. Why?” Steve replied. Eddie leaned in and whispered to him what Santa told him. Steve gasped. “We need to get stuff to figure that out.” Steve said nodding. “But we should ask Wayne to babysit.”

“Why?” Eddie figured he would but, the girls were closer.

“Robin’s learning Hebrew, so she might have some knowledge.” Steve said. Right, he forgot about that. Wayne it is then.

“Amelia? You want to go hang out with Grandpa Wayne?” Eddie asked.

tags

@katyawriteswhump

buy me a coffee

[gunilslaugh]

Could I request their reaction to you being gothic and loving the dark aesthetic please 🙏

Here you go! I hope that you enjoy it! :)

All members √ • – • √

Summary: How Xdinary Heroes are with a gothic significant other.

WC:631

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunli

Gunil loves that you’re unapologetically you. Your gothic wardrobe tends to be eye-catching. It even earns you some judgemental looks, but that never bothers you and it amazes Gunil. You tend to be a bit more reserved and individualistic, so moments where you rely on him makes Gunil’s heart swarm. Any time he sees something with a dark/all black aesthetic it reminds him of you. He was walking on his way to the studio when he passed a black cat. He snapped a picture of it and sent it to you with the caption. “Look you two are twinning! (It reminded me of you)”. 

Jungsu

Jungsu finds your gothic style very interesting. He feels like before meeting you he has heard the term “gothic/goth” more jokingly rather than seriously, so knowing you had given him the opportunity to truly understand what goth culture is. He comes to really respect it. He’ll sometimes have you pick out his outfit for him, so the two of you can have matching dark aesthetics. He loves to take photos together with you on those days or even just in general. If you are into poetry he will write you little poems. Either sending them to you by text or writing them on sticky notes.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok loves having a gothic significant other. It’s very fun for him. Once he stuck a bright neon yellow shirt into your all black closet and thought that it was the funniest thing. The unimpressed and slightly mad face you looked at him with upon seeing the shirt is something he won’t forget. He tries to get you to wear the shirt too, saying you should give color a chance. That’s just fun and games though on a serious note he does respect you and your gothicness. He’ll listen to the bands that you like and even recommend some new ones to you.

O.de/Seungmin

You being gothic is what caught his attention first. It made him want to get to know you and he’s so glad that he did. You will occasionally refer to him as your honorary goth boyfriend, since he does have some likes and qualities of the goth culture. He will have you paint his nails black for him and he will do the same for you. It takes him longer than it would if you just painted them yourself, but you don’t mind. You like the warmth that radiates from his hands as he carefully paints your nails.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeonjun finds a liking to the gothic style. Meaning that he also likes your gothic style and admires it. He really takes an interest in your accessories and often borrows them from you. Whether it’s rings, bracelets, or necklaces he likes them all. Will buy you two matching accessories that you both can wear together. Hyeongjun will make note of your favorite songs and secretly learn how to play them on his guitar. Then he will just randomly play them for you. The brightest simple breaks out on his face about how happy you got over him playing your favorite song(s).

Jooyeon

At first he didn’t understand the full meaning of what being goth/gothic was. After you explained it to him, it fascinated him. The first time he opened your closet he was stunned. It was black, it almost looked like nothing was in there, just one big shadow. If he feels like being funny he will come to you dressed in bright, vibrant colors, completely contrasting your bright aesthetic. He makes it his goal to see you wear something colorful. He enjoys listening to the music that you like and sharing songs with you, but sometimes those songs are completely out of pocket like Orange Caramel Catallena.

[zqteez]

happy birthday | k.ys x reader

summary: just yeosang giving you one of the best birthday gifts you’ve had in a while :)

wc: 631

genre: fluff & smut (fluffy smut..??)

warnings: softdom!yeosang, sub!reader, breast play, finger sucking, unprotected (dont do that!), fingering, kissing (slopping/lazy kissing), oral (f reciving) if i missed anything lmk!!

a/n: my first yeosang fluff/smut story im lowk kinda excited 🤗 i hope you guys enjoy because this random idea just popped in my head at 9pm while brushing my teeth 😭🫶

it’s 11 at night, cold with the stars shining and blinging through the blinds through the room you share with yeosang. the night before your birthday. you’ve always loved your birthday. it was like your favorite holiday even though it wasn’t a holiday. “remember tomorrows your special day tomorrow so i’ll do anything you want tomorrow my love” yeosang whispers into your ear while holding your in his arms. “are you sure i can do whatever i want and you’ll agree with it?” you turn around facing him. you love his features on his face, you love everything about him. he was meant for you. “yes, yes love anything, now go get your beauty rest princess, i love you so much.” he kisses your temple before dozing off. “i love you too, baby.” you kiss him on his forehead before you go sleeping in his arms.

(time skip to 7am)

Saturday at 7 in the morning, sun glistening through the blinds, bed messy but your still laid in it. you suddenly wake up to yeosang not being in your arms anymore. “yeosang..?” you mumble still in a lazy morning voice. you realize he wasn’t even in the room with you, but your room smelled very nice, warm like vanilla. your favorite scent. you decide to get up, get ready to go find yeosang and get ready for the day in general.

you finished getting ready and head to the kitchen to see yeosang standing there with flowers, cake and heart shaped red balloons in his hands. “happy birthday my love!” he screeches at you while popping a confetti popper. “oh my gosh?? yeosang thank you so much!” you run over to him hugging you then kissing his cheek. “baby, i hope you have the best birthday ever.” he smashes his lips into yours. tounges roaming each other’s mouth. the kiss was sloppy but wonderful. “let me make it up to you baby..” he carries you back to the bedroom bridal style pushing you into the bed.

“open and suck.” his fingers go towards your mouth and you open your mouth as you take yeosang’s fingers to your mouth. sucking and twirling around his knuckles. he takes his free hand and removes your shirt. “didn’t even put ona bra when you woke up?” you shake your head no. “fuck..” he takes his free hand and starts to play with your hardened nipples and massaging your breast making you moan onto his fingers. he removes his fingers from your mouth, pulls down your panties and starts playing with your throbbing clit.

he pushes his fingers in and out faster and faster then eventually you came on his hands, taking his hands out of you he licks them clean making you whine at the scene. “you want a condom or no?” he asks in concern. “no, i want you to fill me up with your seed please..” you whine making him curse under his breath. pushing his hands into your hips and pushing his cock into you making you moan. “fuck your so pretty when your like this..” he groans. the moaning, whimpers and groans bouncing off the walls you might think your neighbors below and above you might have to write a noise complaint about you both, but you didn’t care. you wanted people to hear how good he was making you feel. “fuck, darling i’m gonna-“ hot cum shoots into you painting your walls.

yeosang stares at the scene he made. he’s so proud. after a long minute of you both coming back to reality, he mumbles into your breast, “i love you so much, happy birthday.” “i love you too.” you kiss him on the forehead. “now, lets get cleaned up and cuddle afterwards or do you wanna go somewhere?” you hum. “cuddle.” he smiles.

[gojocp]

may I submit a request for Y/n x Teddy where they meet while it's raining and bond over Co.

"I owe you, Co."

wc: 631 featuring: teddy jin

a/n: hello!! tysm for the request! sorry it took a while, i got really busy :( anways, lmk how this is! (did ya notice i used a cat header teehee teehee)

School has ended for the day. You carry your umbrella over your head as you walk down an alleyway to get home. The rain is pouring and before you are able to turn the corner, you hear a faint sound.

“Meowww.”

You turn around at the sound and see a light grey cat with blue eyes. You stare at it for a bit, admiring it as it stares right back. “Hi, kitty! What are you doing?”

“Meowww.”

“Oh yeah, I so get that,” you reply, giggling as you crouch down, reaching your hand to pet the cat. Before it makes contact, you hear footsteps as someone makes their way to the alleyway. It’s Teddy Jin. You see him holding a bottle of milk, for the cat, you assume. A faint blush coats his cheeks as he realizes you’ve spotted him. He snaps, “What are you doing?”

“Uhm, I’m petting… the cat?” you reply, slowly.

Now, Teddy is just embarrassed that you caught him buying milk for a cat. He’s known for being a ruthless bully, after all. So, like any embarrassed teenage boy, he’s rude. “Can’t you see it backing away from you?” he raises his voice, “Obviously, it doesn’t like you. Stop bothering it and get lost.”

You flinch a bit when you hear his rough tone and take a look at the kitten. Surely enough, it’s cowered away from you, backing up into its cardboard box. “Oh..” With that, you get up and walk away, shoulders slouched and looking at your feet, your smile wiped away in an instant.

‘Why the fuck did I say that? What is wrong with me?!’ Teddy thinks, beating himself up over the conversation. Sighing, he crouches down to feed the cat some milk. To his surprise, the cat has a disapproving look on its face (as far as he could tell), and refuses to drink the milk from him. Teddy pours the milk into a bowl nearby and tries to pet the cat. It hisses at him and in defeat, he walks back home.

.・。.・゜✭・.

After that encounter, you purposefully avoid going through that alleyway, in fear of encountering Teddy Jin again. However, you know that Teddy’s class has cleaning duty today. Whether he actually stays back to clean or not is unbeknownst to you however, you want to take the chance to see the cat again. Teddy Jin doesn’t seem like the kind to care for stray kittens, so what if he hurts it?

You near the cardboard box the kitten is in and crouch down.

“Hey, cat…” you begin. “Sorry for scaring you the other day.. I didn’t know you didn’t want to be touched. I’m sorry..”

“Do you forgive me?” You reach a hand out for the kitten to rub its head against.

You hear a voice behind you,

“It says yes.”

You turn your head to find Teddy Jin standing there again, a slight blush coating his cheeks.

“Oh- uhm.. I didn’t.. I was just-” you stutter, unable to form a sentence. How do you explain to some bully from your school that you were apologizing to a cat?

“It likes you. I named it Co..”

“Co?… like ‘Coke’, the drink?” He nods his head and crouches down next to you, feeding the cat. “I’m gonna adopt it. If you want, I could send you pictures from time to time?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm, here.” You exchange phone numbers, “Well, I better head home. Let me know when you adopt her.” You wave to Teddy and walk off.

.・。.・゜✭・.

From then on, Teddy always sends you a picture of Co when he arrives home. “You know, it’s only because of you I got to talk to her.” The cat purrs as he rubs her head.

“I guess I owe ya, Co.”