#yeah i go to work two hours earlier than usual AND i got new sleep meds today. not happening man

[risingsunresistance]

oh yay the year 400 new year's cake is soon. let me make a timer real quick and see when-

oh.

[rynbutt]

pierced. pt. 3 | spencer reid.

Spencer wanted this date to go perfectly, he wanted to treat you like a princess and maybe even land a second date... but why is Hotch calling?

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 4

cw: fem!reader, kissing, slight angst, fluffy

a/n: kicking my feet fr

You started getting ready two hours earlier than you normally would.

Sure, you had been on dates before, but you could confidently say you’d never been this excited to go on a date before. You’d been on the odd blind date that your friend from back home set up, but they usually went as well as you’d expect a date with a misogynistic frat boy with mommy issues to go… not great. After Spencer had walked you home, and called to ask you out for dinner, you were utterly giddy. 

You barely got any sleep that night, your mind and heart racing a mile a minute thinking about the kiss you shared outside your apartment building. You spent the most of the afternoon picking out an outfit, staring at your body in the mirror while you turned side on, front on, side on again to make sure your ass looked good (it did).

You asked Spencer to tell you where he was taking you, because you really didn’t want to be underdressed or overdressed. He insisted it was nothing fancy but a man’s idea of fancy and a woman’s idea of fancy are very different things.

You picked something that felt like the best of both worlds, a semi-formal mini dress and dressed down with your favourite knitted cardigan. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, styling your hair, picking jewellery and shoes and doing your makeup. 

You had been excited the whole day but as 6pm got closer and closer, you started to get nervous. It had been a while since you’d gone on a date with someone you felt you really liked and wanted to impress, it was a strange feeling.

Spencer knocked on your door at exactly 6pm. You were in the middle of pulling applying your lipgloss when he knocked. You cursed quietly to yourself, thinking you had way more time than you actually did. You’d hoped he’d be at least a little bit late. He was a genius though, punctuality was kind of his thing. 

You almost tripped over your shoes running to the front door, a cleaning task you would tackle when you got home. You pulled the door open with a smile beaming across your face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Spencer’s precious face peeking over a bouquet of pink tulips.

“Hi,” he said softly with a tight lipped smile. He held the tulips out toward you, “for you.”

“Spencer…” you pouted at the gesture, taking the tulips from his grasp. “They’re so beautiful.”

“Garcia said flowers would make a good impression,” he lied, he actually read a considerable amount of articles and first date guides all day at work. But Garcia did help him pick the flowers.

“Well, she was right. Tulips are my favourite,” you grinned, turning back into your apartment to find and fill a vase. “Come in, I won’t be a minute, I just need to put my shoes on and grab my purse.”

Spencer awkwardly stepped into your apartment, glancing around at the now fully decorated space, a far cry from what it looked like just 3 weeks ago. You quickly went to put your shoes on and put some money, your lipgloss and perfume in your purse. You closed the door to your bedroom and paused, staring at Spencer as he squatted down and rubbed Tofu’s belly.

“Made a new friend?” You asked.

Spencer smiled with utter delight, “She’s so fluffy.”

You giggled at Spencer’s response, grabbing the keys for your apartment off the kitchen counter. Spencer dusted the cat fur off his pants before spinning on his heel to face you, “ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. You stepped closer until you were just in front of him, you reached up and adjusted his tie gently. “You look very handsome.”

His cheeks felt hot, “T-thank you… You-! You look really nice too- beautiful! You look beautiful…” he stammered, exaggeratedly gesturing at your appearance.

You giggled softly, “thank you, Spence… Shall we?”

“Yes, yes, right,” he replied, quickly scurrying to the door to open it for you.

The two of you made your way down to his car and he made a point to run ahead of you when you left your apartment building to open his passenger door for you. He was intensely determined to be a gentleman, wanting to give you a good impression so maybe you’d go on another date with him, maybe even come to Rossi’s dinner party next week. But he was getting ahead of himself, he should probably focus on the road.

“...So where are you taking me?” You asked, glancing out the car window at the city speeding by. 

“It’s one of my favourite places,” he replied, hands nervously gripping the wheel. “I… hope you like it.”

“I’m just happy to spend time with you, Spencer… We could sit on the pavement outside a seven eleven and I’d be thrilled,” you grinned, folding your hands in your lap as you watched him glance at you. You watched him for a moment, chuckling to yourself whenever he would glance down at your lap then clear his throat.

Spencer was really trying to keep his eyes on the road, but your plush thighs in the corner of his eye were proving to be very distracting. He had never had a pretty girl in his passenger seat before, especially not a girl he was taking on a date. 

Spencer drove for maybe 30 minutes before he pulled into a parking lot. Once he parked, he quickly got out of the car and did a little run around the front to open your door for you, reaching to help you out of his car.

Spencer held his elbow out for you and you linked arms, your hand gently holding his upper arm. There was a long line up outside the restaurant, people talking and laughing, clearly it was a popular spot. Spencer was stiff with nervousness, his hands clammy as you leaned your temple against his shoulder.

“You okay?” You questioned gently.

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, just… I’ve never been on a proper date before.”

You pouted, “well don’t be nervous. I’m only here for you, Spence. I’m sure it’ll be perfect.”

Spencer’s phone suddenly rang in his jacket pocket. You quickly let go of his arm as he pulled it out of his pocket, staring at Hotch’s caller ID. He hesitated for a moment, knowing it was work and he would likely have to leave. Spencer looked at you with such sadness and disappointment in his eyes.

“Work?” You asked softly.

“Yeah… But I-”

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you smiled sadly. “Your job’s important.”

Spencer sighed before stepping away from the line and answering the call. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but he sounded upset given his gestures and frantic running of his hand through his hair. After a minute he hung up, slipping his phone in his pocket. He looked at you sadly, opening his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you held his face softly. “You go, I’ll get a cab, okay? And when you get back you can tell me all about how you kicked ass, okay?”

Spencer breathed out a laugh and nodded timidly, “Okay.”

“Go,” you said, letting go of his face as he quickly darted away to his car. He was almost out of sight when you watched him turn back, running back to you. He quickly planted a kiss on your lips, breathing hard against you. You smiled against his lips and held his cheek in your hand. He pulled away just as fast, your lipgloss smeared along his lips. You wiped it off with your thumb, “okay, now go.”

“I’ll call you,” he breathed, kissing your cheek quickly before running off.

It killed him leaving you there. Spencer wasn’t someone who got angry that easily but he was in a bad mood about this. He charged through the bullpen that night like a bulldozer, ready to set fire to anyone who dared ask him ‘how he was’. Morgan, JJ and Emily sensed the crankiness the moment Spencer pulled his chair out and sat down with a thud, crossing his arms angrily. 

“Rough night, lover boy?” Morgan asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Wasn’t much of a night at all, really,” Spencer retorted with an attitude.

“Woah, woah, what happened?” Emily questioned, eyes narrowing at Spencer.

“I had a date, okay? That girl you met last night? Y/N? I was taking her to my favourite restaurant and then Hotch called and I-” Spencer had to stop himself before he blew up. His lips formed a tight line as he stared at the table, not daring to look up.

“Aw, Spence…” JJ sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t help,” Spencer mumbled. He spent the rest of their meeting in a foul mood, barely listening to JJ as she listed the details of their next case. They were never usually called in on their days off but after almost twenty bodies, the BAU had a lot cut out for them.

“We’ll leave in two hours,” Hotch dismissed. Spencer was first up, grabbing the small stack of files and pushing toward the door to go to his desk. Morgan and Emily looked at each other, sharing a look of disbelief over Spencer’s crankiness. 

Spencer sat at his desk pushing his pen around, barely touching the cup of sugar with a splash of coffee that JJ got for him. All he could think about was how you probably wouldn’t talk to him again after this, he knew this job came with sacrifices, but he just wanted one thing, one thing, to himself.

“You okay, Reid?” Penelope asked softly. 

Spencer glanced up at her, letting out a sigh, “I was on a date with Y/N before this… We didn’t even get to sit down.”

Penelope’s shoulders slumped at his words, “I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up to her,” she said hopefully. 

Spencer nodded slowly, “I hope so.”

Penelope stepped away to answer a phone call and Spencer was left feeling sorry for himself at his desk for the next 30 minutes, going through his mind the different things he could say or do to make it up to you. Maybe he should call you? Text you? Drop by when he gets back? Or maybe he could buy you another cat as a peace offering-

“Is this seat taken?”

Spencer’s head shot up from his desk, coming face to face with you, your hand resting on the empty chair by his desk.

“Y/N? What are you-”

“I called Penelope,” you answered, “She told me you weren’t leaving for another hour so… I thought I’d bring dinner?”

You held out a plastic bag of take away food from the restaurant he took you to. You asked Penelope what his favourite thing on the menu was and bought some extra for yourself. Spencer looked like a kicked puppy as he stared up at you in disbelief.

He stood up and quickly hugged you, making you chuckle at the sudden affection. You felt your face heat up at all the eyes suddenly on you and Spencer. Morgan whooped from his desk, cheering loudly and obnoxiously, prompting Spencer to pull away from you.

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“You don’t have to apologise, Spence,” you replied. “You love your job and it’s important,” you shrugged, placing the plastic bag on his desk.

“God, you’re so sweet it’s killing me,” Emily grumbled, walking by with a fresh cup of coffee. She pointed at Spencer, brows raised, “keep her.”

You and Spencer shared a laugh before he pulled a chair over closer to his for you. You sat down and pulled your takeaway dinner from the plastic bag, letting Spencer tell you all about the restaurant and why this specific meal was his absolute favourite. His knees brushed against yours under his desk and he just revelled in the comfort of your company.

“So, what’s your new case?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“Uh, well,” he trailed off.

“You can’t tell me, huh?” You chuckled.

“Not really, sorry,” he replied. “I’m sure it’ll be on the news tomorrow.”

“Right, well. I’m sure deep down I don’t really wanna know,” you shrugged.

He nodded, “the cases we work aren’t exactly pleasant.” Spencer sighed, “I wish we could have actually had a date.”

“This is a date,” you replied. “Is it not?”

“Well… I mean, it’s just not what I wanted for our first date.”

“Like I said Spence, you could take me to a seven eleven and I’d have a blast,” you chuckled, reaching over to run a thumb across his cheek. “You can make it up to be on our second date.”

Spencer quickly looked at you, “Second date?”

“Yeah… only if you want to?”

“Yes, yeah. I want to,” he replied almost too fast. You smiled sweetly at him, a piece of your hair falling from behind your ear. Oh yeah, he’s done for.

a/n: had you in the first half, didn't i... dare i say you've pierced his heart, HAHAHAH

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[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 2

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for father’s day <44 😘

SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, here’s two cute moments.

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“You happy now?”

You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.

When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.

“You did so good, love”

Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.

You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.

“You know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boy” You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your son’s soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, He’d be all over your son also come morning time.

“I’m in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they don’t look like anyone right away but wow…she’s all you, Y/N” Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.

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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when they’d be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.

“They won’t be able to play with you two for a while. They’re too small right now and they don’t do much but sleep and eat”

Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. “Well, that’s boring! They’re boring!” Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. “Yes, babies are boring for the first few months”

“Why’d you go and get two more then?” Silas’s face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.

“Yeah, Lewis…Why did we ‘get’ two more?” Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. “Any questions other than that? Saint?”

“So they can’t throw a ball? or catch it?” Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ‘no’ and they both sigh.

“And they can’t talk either?” Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. You’d only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...

“If you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world records”

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💌: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!💋

[mirisss]

Chapter 11

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: some more spicy thoughts though nothing really explicit, descriptions of someone being shirtless, nightmares, anxiety, like on or two mentions of someone being tortured (not described how), lack of sleep, anxiety/panic attack, someone collapsing/falling unconcious, 

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k

Sorry for the long wait, life has been crazy during the last few months for me but here is the long-awaited eleventh chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! 

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 12

Changbin fell back asleep almost instantly, (Y/n) stayed awake for a couple of minutes but eventually, thanks to the warmth and the safety of his strong embrace, the dream world welcomed her as she fell into a deep slumber.

Third person POV

Once morning came, (Y/n) jolted from the bed as Changbin’s alarm set off, the bunny almost fell off the bed however Changbin’s strong arms held her up even in his tired state. “Morning, (Y/n),” (Y/n) looked up at the rapper, she had almost forgotten that she had fallen asleep with him in his bed, the hybrid thought she would feel ashamed at this but she didn’t. No, she actually felt happy and she yearned to fall asleep like this again.  

“Good morning,” “Did you sleep well?” (Y/n) hesitated for a second before she answered, “Very well,” Changbin smiled so widely that his cheeks began hurting, “I’m glad to hear that, now, how about some breakfast? We need to leave for the company soon,” “Can I have a smoothie? Like the one I got a while ago?” “Yeah, I’ll fix that for you, but you’re eating something more than just that, Minho-hyung won’t be happy otherwise,” “Maybe a sandwich as well then,” “That’s better, go get dressed, it’s a bit rainy today so dress a bit warmer,” 

(Y/n) got up from the bed and went over to Jeongin’s room only to find it empty so she headed over to Felix’s room instead but he too was nowhere to be found. Thanks to her hybrid senses she could hear Seungmin moving around in his room, so (Y/n) went to his door and gave it a tiny knock. “Come in,” Seungmin said from inside, (Y/n) carefully opened the door and peeked inside. “Hey, (Y/n)!” “Hey, um, I can’t find Jeongin or Felix, they usually help me with my outfits,” Seungmin looked a bit shocked, but then he nodded and smiled. “Innie had to leave earlier for a personal schedule so he left about 2-3 hours ago, he’ll meet us at the company after lunch, Felix is probably helping Minho-hyung with the breakfast. You have most of your clothes in Jeongin’s room right?” “Oh, he must be tired if he left that early, but, um, yeah, mostly with Innie and some in Felix’s room and a few things in Hyunjin’s,” 

Seungmin grabbed a hoodie from his wardrobe before he signaled to (Y/n) that they were leaving his room. They walked down to Jeongin’s room and went inside, over to the new wardrobe they had put up to keep (Y/n)’s clothes in. “Alright, let’s see, how about a hoodie and jeans? Or would you rather have yoga pants for the most comfortable outfit?” (Y/n) looked at Seungmin’s outfit, and then out the window, before returning her gaze to the wardrobe. She thought back to previous days at the company building, most people wore expensive and impressive-looking outfits, while she did want the yoga pants because they were comfortable, she didn’t want to make SKZ look bad because she didn’t dress up. “Wouldn’t jeans or something like it be the most presentable option?” 

Seungmin was a bit confused but then noticed how the bunny looked at his outfit and her wardrobe. “I mean, sure, if you were coming with us to schedules where you must appear on screen, then yes a more dressy outfit would be better but for a day like this, a hoodie and yoga pants, are perfectly fine to wear,” “But you look so much more dressed up than I would,” (Y/n) was pouting, which Seungmin thought was adorable. “I’m gonna stay behind after practice and go live for a little bit, hence, my outfit,” Seungmin thought that would be enough but then he thought about what the others would be wearing, “the others will be dressed more comfortably, well, I think so, we’re all so used to dancing in all different kinds of outfits so we sometimes wear jeans and stuff like that to practice as well,” (Y/n) admired how hard Seungmin tried to comfort her whilst also staying truthful to the fact that anyone of them could show up in a performance grade outfit. 

(Y/n) was thinking hard about this, should she choose her own comfort and risk making SKZ look bad or should she choose the presentable outfit and be uncomfortable all day? Some bad memories from the past began surfacing in her mind, choosing herself never ended well. But it’s different now, she tried to remind herself. Her family is not like the monsters from her past. (Y/n) took a deep breath, “I’ll take the yoga pants,” She was nervous to actually say it out loud, but once she had, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Seungmin smiled at her, “Then yoga pants it is!” Seungmin took a pair of black yoga pants out of the wardrobe and a light blue hoodie, along with a pair of socks. “Here ya go! Get changed and then come to the kitchen, breakfast should be about done,” Just before Seungmin turned to leave the room, he bent down and kissed (Y/n) on the crown of her head, and then he walked toward the kitchen. (Y/n) stood in shock for a second, her whole face was as red as a tomato. 

(Y/n) couldn’t understand the way she was feeling, kissing Hyunjin and Jeongin made her feel a little embarrassed and tingly but this, this kiss made her feel so weak in the knees from warmth that she thought she might pass out. After a minute, she managed to shake of the shock and she got changed before she walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen. 

The kitchen was noisy, (Y/n) could barely make out the 30 different sounds coming from behind the kitchen door with her enhanced hearing. She gently pushed the door open and walked inside, Minho and Changbin were rushing around making sandwiches, smoothies, and whatnot for everyone. Felix was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich in big bites, (Y/n) noticed his lack of a shirt and that he was wearing pyjama pants so he was probably eating quickly to then change into his work clothes. The hybrid blushed as she saw his sculpted, muscular back, she couldn’t even imagine how his torso would look. Suddenly, she was very grateful to the fact that he wasn’t facing her. 

Hyunjin sat in front of Felix, drinking what looked, and smelled, like coffee, (Y/n) scrunched her nose at the scent, it wasn’t her favorite. Jisung sat beside Felix, resting his head on the other's shoulder. He must be tired. (Y/n) thought. Bang Chan sat across from Jisung, drinking a smoothie, it looked delicious, making (Y/n)’s mouth water. Seungmin stood in a corner, looking down at the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish filling his cup. (Y/n) searched for Jeongin, but then she reminded herself that he wasn’t home, it felt weird, it felt a bit empty not seeing them all together. 

Minho looked up from what he was doing and noticed (Y/n) standing by the door. “Good morning bunny, come on, grab some breakfast, we don’t have long until we must leave,” (Y/n) walked over and grabbed a sandwich from Minho before she turned and looked at Changbin, she smiled expectantly at him, her eyes so wide and bright one could only describe them as puppy-like. Binnie chuckled at the realization, their bunny hybrid giving him puppy eyes. “Here is your smoothie, as promised,” “Thank you,” (Y/n) said as she accepted the glass from Changbin. 

The bunny walked over to the table and sat down beside Jisung, doing her best not to steal any glances at Felix’s bare upper body. All the boys at the table mumbled somewhat of a “good morning”, some had their mouths filled with food or drinks, and some were just really tired. “Hi,” (Y/n) answered back before she took a big gulp of the smoothie Binnie had made for her. It was full of delicious fruits, she felt mango and strawberries the most, and maybe a hint of peaches? “Mmmm,” “Was it as good as the first one you got?” Changbin asked before he emptied out his own glass that was filled with a smoothie. “Well, the first one will always be the best because it was the first one I ever got, but this one is really tasty too!” 

All seven boys who were in the room with the hybrid felt their hearts swoon at the happy smile that rested so naturally on the bunny’s lips and the spark in her eyes as she enjoyed her second ever smoothie. To think that there were people out there who had harmed such a beautiful and kind soul. 

“If you ever want another smoothie, just ask for one, next time, I might be able to teach you how to make one even, so that you can do it for yourself if we can’t help you,” “Thank you,” Minho walked over and looked down at the table, noticing that (Y/n) hadn’t taken a single bite out of her sandwich yet and neither had Jisung who was as good as asleep on Felix’s shoulder. Lee Know lightly hit Han on the head to wake him up and then he gently put his hand on top of (Y/n)’s head, making the bunny look up at him. “Eat your sandwiches, you two, and Ji, no sleeping at the table, also-” Minho turned to Felix, “you, go get dressed,” Felix gulped down the last of his breakfast before he stood up and walked out of the kitchen. 

(Y/n) couldn’t help her wandering eyes as she watched the dancer stand up, the way his muscles flexed and stretched, she felt tingly all over and she suddenly felt very thirsty but she thought that was because of the sandwich she was eating and not because of Felix. 

Both Hyunjin and Chan noticed the way that (Y/n)’s turned red, the sudden big gulp, the wandering eyes. No one can deny that Felix has a good body, and apparently, their little bunny finally noticed it too. Hyunjin felt his lips tingle a little as he remembered how soft the bunny’s lips were, and how he wished he could kiss her again, for real this time. Chan looked down to (Y/n)’s lips, seeing her tongue run over them to catch a stray crum from the bread, he didn’t want to rush her but damn did he want to feel her lips against his, would they feel as soft as they seem? Would she taste as sweet as she looked? He knew it might take a few days, weeks, months or even years before she would be comfortable to do things with all of them, maybe she wouldn’t ever want to be with all of them in that way, and that’s okay. However, he couldn’t deny the yearning that he felt deep inside for her. Her soul was so beautiful, so pretty, so kind and warm, not to talk about her looks, Chan sometimes forgets that she isn’t even human because she looks more like a goddess in his eyes. 

Jisung didn’t notice what everyone else saw, he was way too tired to even keep his eyes open. That night he had dreamt nightmare of (Y/n)’s past. He hadn’t even been there, experienced what she had gone through, but whenever he had closed his eyes, all he saw was dark shadows chasing (Y/n), they held weapons in their hands, eventually, she couldn’t run any longer, and the torture began, Jisung would jolt awake as he heard her scream. After the fifth or sixth time it happened, he gave up on sleeping. He wished he could have checked in on (Y/n), to see if she was sleeping, but he didn’t dare disturbe her or Changbin if they were asleep so he waited and waited until morning came to see if (Y/n) was alive and well. Deep inside he knew she was okay with them, but the anxiety from the nightmares clouded his mind with doubt of her safety. 

After a few bites of his sandwich, Jisung’s head once again felt heavy with exhaustion, he couldn’t hold it up anymore and eventually, he let it fall and it landed on (Y/n)’s shoulder. He fell asleep almost instantly as he inhaled her sweet scent, seeing her awake and smiling, hearing her talk and be so lively, so different from when they just met, he felt relieved, part of his anxiety slowly washed away as he rested on her shoulder. 

(Y/n) was surprised when Jisung’s head landed on her shoulder, but she welcomed the closeness, until she felt unease rush through her veins. His breathes were shallow, stressed, his body felt like it was burning up, her sensitive nose picking up something that smelled awful, she couldn’t even describe it, all she knew was that the scent came from Jisung, from inside him. (Y/n) gasped, catching the attention of everyone in the room. “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” Seungmin asked as he walked over. “Jisung,” (Y/n) couldn’t form a coherent sentence, she was stressing, anxiety filling her own body. She didn’t understand what was wrong with Han, what if it’s something serious? 

Chan looked between (Y/n) and Jisung, only now noticing how exhausted and stressed Jisung looked, he looked sick. “What’s wrong with him? Can you feel something?” Chan asked. “I… I don’t…. know… um, scent, warm,” “Shhh, it’s okay, calm down, everything will be okay,” Minho immediately walked over to (Y/n) and enveloped her into his arms as Seungmin gently moved Jisung’s head away from the hybrid. “He’s burning up, hyung,” “This seems like a reaction to an anxiety attack, remember, he used to get like this often back when we just debuted?” Chan said as he too walked over to the younger rapper. Jisung was unconscious yet he seemed like he was in the midst of a panic attack, his breathing hurried, sweat forming on his forehead, body shaking and feverish. (Y/n) was shaking, her eyes couldn’t focus on anything, her temperature rising from the panic, tears silently falling down her cheeks. 

“Minho, and Jinnie, can you two take care of (Y/n) whilst Seungmin and Changbin take Jisung back to his room? I’ll go call the company and say that we might not come in today because of this, I’ll ask Felix to message Jeongin so that he knows what’s going on,” Everyone just nodded before getting to work. 

(Y/n) was shaking in Lee Know’s arms, so worried for Jisung that she internalized his own sickness onto herself. “This is similar to how she was when I found her, shaking, scared, confused,” Minho said as Hyunjin came over and gently scratched (Y/n)’s head, right by her long and soft bunny ears. Something she once mentioned calmed her down. “Yeah, it’s kind of how she got in the elevator too,” Hyunjin stopped his sentence to wipe away some of the tears from (Y/n)’s face, “it must be stressful to see someone in her newfound family collapse like this,” “(Y/n)? Should we at least move to the living room? So that you can sit down comfortably on the couch?” 

(Y/n) could barely hear what the two dancers were saying, it sounded like she was under water and they were above the surface talking. All she could do was just grip onto Minho’s shoulders just a little harder and hope that was enough of an answer to whatever question he had asked her. Minho tried to stand up as gently as he could with (Y/n) clutching on to him, Hyunjin helped with stabilizing the bunny and holding the door open for his hyung. They sat down on the couch, (Y/n) half in Minho’s lap and half on the couch, Hyunjin leaned over so that the hybrid was sandwiched between them and he once again began gently scratching her head. 

This had been one shaky morning, it started out so good but it quickly turned bad. Maybe a free day would do them all so good. The company wasn’t happy with them but they approved the sudden day off once Chan promised to work on some songs at home. Once Felix managed to reach I.N, the maknae hurriedly finished his personal schedule so that he could rush home as fast as he could. They all wanted to be there to comfort their family. When Jeongin got home, he found Minho, Hyunjin, and (Y/n) asleep on the couch with some low music playing in the background, Chan, Felix, and Changbin were sitting on the floor of Jisung’s room, half asleep as they watched over their brother, and finally, Seungmin was in the kitchen, cleaning up from the breakfast and prepping to make tea for everyone once they woke up again. Jeongin joined Seungmin in the kitchen, helping with the final pieces of the clean up, before he went to the living room, joining the hug-pile on the couch and letting himself fall asleep as well. Perhaps, the afternoon, will be kinder on all of them. 

And that was this chapter, I hope everyone enjoys it, what do you think will happen next? Will Chan get his moment to kiss our dear (Y/n)? Or will someone else perhaps steal her next kiss before him? Will Jisung be okay? I guess we will see, next time! 

[corrodedcoughin]

little story about little Eddie and his 2 new friends | word count approx 2.5k | general audience rating | steve and eddie are kids and Wayne is a pushover

Wayne sometimes thinks it was a mistake, not taking in the boy. God no, he would never think of Eddie as anything other than an important and intrinsic part of his life, couldn't be without him, wouldn't want to be. 

No, what Wayne worries about is how his readiness to help Eddie feel loved might contribute to the boy's difficulty in making friends.

It was an innocent enough request, Eddie asked for a pet as all young children do. He was so small and so wide eyed, just a scrap of an 8 year old with more feelings than he knew what to do with. Wayne knew he'd never hold up against any request Eddie made but he liked to pretend to himself that he could. And while technically he never pandered to the boy, yes Eddie usually got what he wanted but in a way that suited their means. Or so Wayne tells himself. 

8 year old Eddie asked for a pet and a pet is what he got.

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Eddie barrelled into the trailer door, backpack swinging off his arm and ready to be thrown into the corner. Planning to shoot off back out the door to do his usual; lift up rocks and inspect whatever bugs he could find, to grab sticks and imagine them as wizard staffs, to let his imagination finally run wild after hours of sitting still at a desk under too bright lights and too busy class rooms. In truth he wasn't really paying attention to the insides of the trailer, expecting it to be the same as always. It took a very pointed cough for Eddie to register that Wayne was unusually home from work, far earlier than normal, and a further loud clearing of the throat for Eddie to pay attention to what Wayne had placed on the kitchen table. 

Right in the middle of the table, sitting in a beam of sunlight, was a cage and in that cage was what would soon become, Eddie's very reason for being. He crept up close, almost as if scared that any sudden movements would prove the whole thing to be a cruel illusion. He was brought out of his reverie by a pink nose wiggling at the bars, whiskers attached and twitching as the rest of the rat appeared.

'is he-? is he for real?' Eddie said with a gasp, hands inching towards the door of the cage. 

Wayne had to suppress a laugh, trust this boy to be bowled over in wonder at a rat as if it were a puppy. He opened the contraption of the enclosure door and dipped his hand inside, allowing the rat to climb onto his palm. The guy from work assured him that this one was the most tame he had, inquisitive to a fault and oddly enough, desperate to be handled. Quite honestly, the perfect match for his well meaning but excitable nephew-near-enough-son. 

'Yeah, yeah kid it's for real. And he's a she.' Wayne lets the rat sniff at Eddie's hands, little pink hands finding a platform on Eddie's palms, clearly holding himself a still as possible but if Wayne knew this boy, and he did, he knows that Eddie is so close to vibrating out of his skin, that containing that much excitement must be killing him. 

'I don't care. Wayne, I don't! Can she sleep in my room? Does she know tricks? Can I teach her? What does she like? Can I take her to school? Please! Wayne!' He's started now, words pouring out of his mouth, tripping over himself to try and release every thought entering his brain at lightning speed.

'Woah, there' Wayne says pulling the rat up, cradling it in two hands, 'We got to be kind to her alright? She's only small. Doesn't know what loud noises are good and which are bad, okay?' He watches as Eddie nods vigorously, eyes never leaving the creature. 'Now you promised me you'd look after a pet so that's what's going to happen. She is your responsibility. That means cleaning, feeding and loving, got it?' Eddie nods again, tentatively reaching his hands up, the image of Oliver Twist springs to Wayne's mind. 

Wayne comes around the kitchen table, crouches down to Eddie on creaky knees and hands the rat over, filling Eddie's small hands with a heartbeat and fur. Eddie giggles, watching as the rat surveils the new patch of skin its found itself on. 

'Tickles, Wayne' and its said with such love and devotion Wayne almost feels his heart break 

'Yeah son. She does, doesn't she?' 

-

 Of course it takes less than a week and Eddie and Sam are inseparable. As soon as Eddie gets home he's itching for his furry friend, delighting in the way she scampers around the room, over his arms and anywhere she can get. No matter what though, she always comes back to him. She can be digging in to a particularly interesting crevice behind the couch but she'll always come running back when she hears Eddie make a noise.  

The thing is, Eddie is a pretty lonely kid. Not for lack of trying, don't get it wrong. Eddie tries to socialise he tries to talk to the other kids in his class, get them involved in his imaginary games and play pretend but being the new kid doesn't really do him any favours. Being the new kid that lives in the trailer park and a penchant for biting to show affection does him even less. 

To Eddie, its him and Sam against the world. He can come home and know that his best friend will listen to all his problems, will stay close and won't run away even when he's extra loud or being 'a lot' as his teacher like to tell him. He's so tired of being told to use his 'quiet hands', his 'inside voice' and every other subdued phrase they try to press on him. 

This particular day was a hard one, Sally Winters had said that Eddie was 'bad luck' and the word quickly spread around by recess. Eddie had thought he was making some progress with a couple of kids from the class, was thinking today might be the day that he finally got asked to play but that hope quickly got squashed. He had hopped up to the potential friends with a stick in his hand and a notion of being a pirate when they both looked at him like he was a monster, they couldn't get away fast enough. And Eddie couldn't find a place to hide quick enough before the fat and heavy tears fell from his eyes. 

It was a long day and home time was his only saving grace. 

Wayne knows somethings up, can tell in the way that Eddie isn't even really talking to Sam, hardly looking at the Tv despite the fact that Wayne very purposefully had put the cartoon Lord of the Rings movie on. The sure fire fall back he liked to keep in his back pocket. The trump card to get his kid happy. This time though? No luck. Looking at the kid makes a chasm open up in his gut, deep and full of overwhelming sadness that he just wants to stop, wants to find the solution to make this boy smile like the sun again. They don't talk much for the rest of the night but Wayne makes sure to stay close, stay awake in case he's needed. Eddie spends the time between dinner and bed sitting on the floor, side pressed up against Wayne's leg and playing fetch with bits of Wayne's whittling with Sam, not a word said. 

-

Eddie wakes up the next morning with a plan and a devil may care attitude. Oh so carefully he maintains his usual routine; says good morning to Sam, carts her around the trailer as he washes his face and wanders into the kitchen, placing her in her secondary cage so she can eat breakfast with Eddie and Wayne - Eddie was adamant that they couldn't have meals without her, 'she's part of the family!' and soft hearted fool Wayne Munson agreed and an additional cage was sourced. 

When breakfast is finished Eddie begins his usual rigmarole of dragging his feet to get out of his pjs and into his clothes, reluctant to grab his bag and go out the door. Same old protests as Wayne watches him walk out towards the school bus. 

What is a new addition to the routine though, is Sam Munson hiding up the sleeve of a school boy and about to go on a secret and very dangerous mission. A mission to survive the school day. 

Surprisingly, Eddie manages to keep Sam secret, keep her safe, the whole morning. He came prepared with snacks to make sure she was entertained and happy, he couldn't stand the thought of her being sad, her eyes get so big and her tail droops as well as her ears, it makes the whole of Eddie ache. But no, she's happy, or happy enough at least. 

So the morning goes without a hitch, Eddie making noises to cover up any squeaks and keeping a hand in his pocket to reassure Sam, stowed in the pocket of his hoodie. He knows he's seen as 'weird' so what's a few extra noises? They are let out for recess and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, thinking this is his time to let Sam out, knowing she's desperate for some fresh air. Sure, she's peed in his hoodie pocket, but he can't really tell with it's dark colour and the layer of t-shirt between the wet material and his tummy. 

He runs off to his usual corner, stuck between a bush and a tree and gently tips Sam out of his pocket, she scampers around his feet and gratefully accepts a broken off bit of cracker between her hands.

'Thanks for coming with me Sam. Everyone is so mean, its so stupid. I don't care. You are a better friend than any of those losers' He crouches down, hoping to find a twig to play fetch with. A game that he delights in, is immeasurably proud of her for learning it so quickly. 'Gonna find you the best stick Sam. Promise. Best stick for the best friend' 

He continues muttering to himself and doesn't notice that he's getting progressively louder after finding a twig and beginning the game. Doesn't register that he's drawn unwanted attention with his happy shouts and encouragement until a body is crashing through the shrub he's hidden himself behind. 

Sam doesn't notice either until the unexpected form is right in front of her and she bolts, running as fast as her legs will carry her and Eddie is right behind her, muttering under his breath as he trips over his own feet in an attempt to catch her 'oh shit oh no oh no oh no' He's pushing himself as hard as he can but it doesn't count for much, he never was the fastest. He keeps trying though but then a faster body is accelrating past him, in a evident bee line for Sam. 

Without thinking, Eddie lets out a painful 'NO!' terrified of what might happen.

He knows people think rats are dirty, thinks they don't deserve love and don't deserve life. He doesn't want to imagine what this person's intent might be. Sam reaches a dead end up against the wall of the school and the body, the boy, stops infront of her. Scoops her up? Cradles her into his chest? Eddie...Eddie doesn't know what to think, he's prepared to fight this kid but then the boy is looking up at him with curious hazel eyes. Stroking Sam's head gently and with intent.

He holds Sam out, careful with his motions, trying to blow his brown floppy hair out of his face without disturbing the animal in his hands 'is she okay? is she yours? did I hurt her? she looks okay, is she?' Eddie gingerly steps forward and plucks Sam out of the boys hands, gives hera thorough inspection as the other boy continues 

'I didn't mean to scare her I swear! I didn't even know you had her! I won't tell, I swear I wont! You know...you shouldn't really have a rat in school. If I promise not to tell can I play with you? I'm Steve' 

Holding her close, Eddie squints at the boy, at Steve, and thinks. Thinks about how he looks nice, about how soft his hair looks and how he asked Eddie, Eddie!, to play, that he didn't give him a wide bearth and that he held Sam with such care. It isn't even a hard decision.

They spend the rest of recess together. Eddie shows Steve just how smart Sam. That she can play fetch, that she can run across one arm to the next, over your shoulders without losing balance. That she can twitch her whiskers and it seems like she's laughing at the joke Eddie tells her. That she laughs at the joke Steve tells her! Steve learns that she's named after somebody called Samwise and it doesn't matter that he's a boy because Sam is brave just like Samwise and smart and cares just as much. That Sam is Sam and Eddie is Frodo and together they can take on the world. 

Steve asks if he can have a name too and Eddie calls him Legolas, doesn't tell him why. Doesn't say that Steve reminds him of the pretty elves described in the books Wayne reads out loud to Eddie. It doesn't matter, not really. 

Recess ends and they shuffle back to the school doors, both of them lagging behind the others.

Eddie steels himself, knows he has to bring his misfortune up so that he can own in, so that his new friend doesn't find out from someone else. 'I'm bad luck you know. Sally...she said it. now everyone wont talk to me. I wont be mad if you don't either. I've got Sam. We'll be oaky! So you can just go, I don't care!' He knows he's getting wound up, he can't stop himself. He just wants the bandaid ripped off so he can start feeling sad quicker, get it over with sooner.

Before he can register is, Steve is wrapped around Eddie in a flash of a hug, careful to keep his tummy away from squashing Sam. 

'Not bad luck to me. See you tomorrow Frodo' Steve whispers next to Eddie's ear and shuffles through the school door. 

Eddie is in a daze of joy and happiness, thoughts rumbling through his head but none of them sticking as he journey back into his class room. Pure happiness radiating out of his body, he takes Sam out of his pocket and holds her up to his face 'Sam you made my bad luck go away!' kissing her on the forehead as he hears his teacher scream 

'EDWARD MUNSON IS THAT A RAT?!'

-

So Wayne thought the already unpopular kid having a rat would make things worse. Turns out, he was wrong. Very, very wrong. He might have to start pocket inspections before school though.

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also on ao3 if that's the preferred reading format for you

[letitiaslabyrinth]

DIDN'T DESERVE

A/N: this did not turn out the way i expected it too at all. anyways ignore all mistakes cause this aint proof read word count: 1.7k+

“Shuri, how come you ain’t tell me where you was last night?” Shuri's girlfriend, Imani said, irritation in her voice.

Shuri shrugs. “I was with Riri-”

Imani rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Of course you was with her. The two of yall might as well date with the amount of times yall see each other.”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“You spend more time with your,” She makes air quotes, “‘best friend’ than you do your girlfriend, Shuri. You don’t see an issue with that?”

Shuri was confused. Yeah, her and Riri spent time together but they didn’t spend that much time together, right? Whether the answer was yes or not, Shuri loved Imani and would choose her over anyone and everyone.

“I’m sorry, Ima. I’ll spend more time with you, I promise. How about we go on a date tonight?”

Imani brushed her off, still annoyed. “I don’t wanna go out, Shuri, I want you to stop hanging out with Riri. Period.”

“Okay,” Shuri says with no hesitation. She wants to make her girlfriend happy and if that means she and Riri can’t hang out anymore then so be it.

“Good.” Imani kisses Shuri on the forehead and goes to the bathroom.

Shuri’s phone goes off twice. They’re messages from Riri. Shuri doesn’t bother reading them when she types: “We can’t hang out anymore.” and blocks Riri’s number. It stung her heart a little bit but what else could Shuri do? Imani’s her first girlfriend and she just wants to keep her happy.

Shuri gets up from the couch and goes to the kitchen. She opens the pantry, taking out a bag of Doritos and opens the fridge, taking out a carton of juice. She pours some in a cup before putting it back and making her way to the living room. She sets her snack and drink down and turns on the T.V. She falls asleep waiting for Imani to come out the bathroom.

When Shuri wakes up, she can feel a hand running through her hair. She looks up and it’s Imani.

“You sleep good?” She asks.

Shuri hums, stretching slightly. “What time is it?”

Imani checks her phone, “6:32, why?”

“I have a meeting with the council at 7.” Shuri groans and gets up slowly. She finishes her juice from earlier and kisses Imani on the forehead. “I’ma go get ready. I’ll see you later tonight?”

“I made plans so prolly not,” Imani says and goes back on her phone.

Shuri’s the first one in the throne room, as usual, but Riri was close behind her.

“Shuri, can we talk?” She says, pulling Shuri to the side.

“No. Didn’t you get my text?”

“No, I did, I’m just wondering why I got it. And so outta the blue, too. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened, Riri. I just don’t want any kind of relationship with you that isn’t strictly professional. Aren’t we only supposed to be colleagues, anyway?”

“Seriously? Shuri, you can't be serious right now! Are you at least gonna tell me what I did?”

Shuri notices some of the Elders coming in. “Leave it alone, Williams. I’ve said what I’ve said.” She walks away and sits on the throne, waiting for the other Elders to come in. 

They discussed the safety of Wakanda, the Panther and Ironheart suits, and the new buildings that were being constructed in Wakanda. Then Shuri went to the lab to work for hours.

It was around 11pm when Shuri made it back to her and Imani’s place and she was tired. She was expecting to find Imani in bed but she had forgotten that she said she’d made plans. The apartment was dark and lonely without another person there. Shuri didn’t like it. She turned on all the lights and put on a random show for some background noise while she took a shower. It was 11:30 when she was done. She was so exhausted from today that she didn’t even bother changing into clothes. Once her body touched that bed, that was it, lights out. 

“Shuri!” Shuri wakes up to Imani shaking her. “The bed is wet because of you! How am I supposed to sleep!?”

“The couch,” Shuri deadpans. Imani waited for Shuri to say she was joking but she wasn’t. It’s not like there was anywhere else for her to sleep other than on the couch.

“Why don’t you sleep on the couch?” Imani says, rolling her eyes.

Shuri groans and sits up on her elbows. She looks at the clock on her bedside table then back at Imani. “It’s 2 in the morning right now, Ima. I am tired. There’s no point in me moving when you’re the one complaining. You said the ‘whole bed’ is wet so go sleep on the couch.” And with that, she turns her back to Imani and goes back to sleep, ignoring the angry muttering from her girlfriend.

It had been about a week and a half since Shuri told Imani to sleep on the couch that night but Imani took it personally and has been sleeping on the couch ever since. Shuri didn’t even remember what she said since she was so tired but she assumed it was bad since her and Imani have barely even been talking unless they absolutely have to.

“Are you hungry?” Shuri asked Imani from the kitchen. No response. Shuri rolled her eyes and went over to her girlfriend, standing in front of her. “Can you just tell me why you’re ignoring me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you should remember. It’s not my fault your memory is shit.”

“And it’s not my fault that you’re having this one-sided ass fight over something I don’t even fucking remember, Imani. We're dating, aren’t we? We’re supposed to be able to talk to one another when we have issues but instead you're pushing me away and ignoring me.”

“You were rude and inconsiderate, Shuri. You slept in the middle of the bed, with your towel on, making the bed wet, and then you told me to sleep on the couch.”

Shuri sat down, rubbing her eyebrow. “So, where exactly were you planning on sleeping, again?”

“What?”

“I mean, I’m just saying. From what you just told me, the entire bed was wet, somehow, so where did you actually plan on sleeping?”

“It’s not what you said, Shuri, it’s how you fucking said it. You didn’t even care about me enough to sleep on your side of the damn bed.”

“I was in a meeting from 7 to 11 pm, Imani. I was tired and you woke me up to complain so my bad for my tone?”

“Oh, please, what’s oh, so, tiring about sitting down and talking about things that need to be fixed or done in Wakanda?”

“It wasn’t just the meeting, Imani. I also had to go to the lap and fix some things on my and Riri’s suit-”

“Oh, really?” Imani scoffed, “So, what? Riri can’t fix her own damn suit now?”

“She doesn’t live here, Imani. She came here for one week for personal reasons, not to work.”

“She could’ve carried the suit behind her and worked on it from that scrappy lil garage of hers in Chicago.”

“I told her months ago that her suit cannot leave Wakanda, which you would know if you actually listened to me when I talked.”

“I listen when you talk, Shuri. It’s you who never listens to me and what I say. The fact that you’re still doing ‘favors’ for Riri proves that.”

“Excuse me? Me fixing the very creation that I helped her make isn’t me helping her. Me and Riri haven't even spoken since I told we can’t hang out anymore, so you can go somewhere else with that misinformation.”

“I don’t appreciate this tone of yours.”

“And I don’t appreciate how you’ve treated me like shit our entire fucking relationship,” Shuri starts, “Everything you ask of me, I do, and I mean everything, Imani. But it’s like, no matter what I do for you it’s never enough. You told me to stop hanging out Riri and I did but you just have to find a reason to get pissed off about something that barely even fucking concerns her and it’s irritating. You might as well be obsessed with the girl with the way you know so much shit about her and me.”

Imani stands up. “Shuri, if you keep talking to me like I’m one of your little fan girls, you gon lose me as a girlfriend, I promise.”

“Nobodys stopping you from leaving,” Shuri shrugs. She’s been through too much bullshit from this woman to even care anymore. “Leave.”

Imani scoffs and goes to pack her things.

“Leave your key on the way out, too,” Shuri says, getting up and leaving.

Today was the last day Riri was in Wakanda and Shuri had to make things right before she lost the best friend she’s ever had in her life. 

Shuri knocks on Riri’s door, thankful that she hadn’t left yet when she heard her say, “One minute!” Riri opens the door a few seconds later, her face dropping immediately when she realizes it was Shuri. 

“What do you want?” Riri says, folding her arms across her chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” Riri’s face softens slightly. “I shouldn’t have chosen Imani over you, especially when I’ve known you longer than I have her. I know what I did was stupid, Ri, and I’m sorry. Imani was my first girlfriend and I was willing to do anything for her love and her approval, even if that meant cutting out the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You didn’t deserve to be ghosted by me like that and I should’ve explained things weeks ago at the meeting but I was scared Imani would find out and break up with me and I know that’s no excuse but I really am sorry, Riri.”

Just as Riri was about to speak, another voice came from inside her room. “Ri, who is it?” They yell.

“No one, Aniyah!” She yells back. Riri turns back to Shuri, “I appreciate the apology, Shuri, I really do, but you’re a week too late. I don’t want anything to do with you after what you did.” And with that, she closes the door, leaving Shuri rethinking her entire life choices.

[theglitchywriterboi]

I like to think of my brain in two ways: The Car way [focusing & starting tasks & other stuff] & The Store way [getting stuff done in general].

The car way is like... Everyone is driving really nice cars. Like either full ass professional race cars or at least decent cars.

But mine is a pile of junk that hardly works. & when it does work, it's normally after hours of turning the key, messing w/ X, Y, Z bit of the car, etc, so by the time I get to where I need/want to be, I'm too exhausted to actually do what I want/have to do.

But sometimes, it works perfectly. Starts fast, drives well [& doesn't stop !!!] Like everyone else's cars [& hell, sometimes better than most others cars]. But I don't get to pick when/if the car actually works. It just works when it wants to work. So sometimes it works when I want to go to the arcade instead of work.

So then everyone thinks I'm a lazy asshole who doesn't care about being on-time other places but will drive fine to an arcade. When it's like no !!! I didn't decide to have my car work just then, it just did work !!

& it's like "Well if you know you need to spend X time fixing up your car then wake up earlier ??" & it's like sure, but sometimes the car needs longer than usual or I CAN'T get up earlier because I was up so late fixing my car up to get home that I barely got sleep.

& sometimes the car has periods where it works fine & I start to feel like I was crazy. Like "The cars fine, I'm just the lazy asshole I probably just was too dumb to fix it & now it's fixed somehow" so I stop stressing about getting up early, so when I got to leave one day, suddenly it's shit again ??? & now people don't believe me when it's like no it's shit it was working fine & now it's bad again.

& like my car looks - on the outside, identical to most cars. & no mechanic can fix whatever wrong w/ it & I can't get a new car. So I'm just stuck w/ this shitty car that doesn't work & everyone just thinks I'm a lazy asshole who's lying about having a shit car to get out of being held responsible.

So it's a no win situation. I wake up at an ungodly hour to make sure my cars running but then I'm too tired to do what I have to, or I get enough sleep but by the time I'm done fixing up my car to drive I'm late AND too tired from fixing the car.

That's not to MENTION how sometimes it'll just... Stop in the middle of the road. So now I'm even later, even more tired, & now more people are mad at me cause they can't go if I'm not going & I'm like "Yeah ik I'm trying to hurry like seriously I'm really trying this is just garbage" so now I try to take as many back roads & empty streets as possible cause like ya know I'm already gonna be late, but if my car breaks down at least then I'll be the only one in trouble & I won't be making anyone else late 🤷‍♂️

The store way it like, you're a cashier in an ideal world where most customers are chill & you know where most items are. Sure sometimes you may not know or the occasional asshole comes in & stresses you out [& then there's holidays that make your brain kinda all over the place, but those aren't every day][in this metaphor holidays is just days/weeks where you're kinda out of focus/stressed, not necessarily holidays - unless that's usually the time for you]

For me it's like there's no line, & everyone is yelling at me to scan their item, wheres this, where's that, does X do Y ??, etc etc. All at once & I can hardly make out one voice let alone get to everyone in a timely manner & since they're all so clustered & loud how am I supposed to decide who's first ?? They're all together !!! & if I just grab one person's item everyone starts screaming that I'm not doing their thing first. So I just stand there doing nothing because idk wtf to do ??

& like some days the store opens & its like "FORM AN ORDERLY LINE PLZZ" & sometimes that works !!! But the next day it starts clustered again. Or it starts in a line but then more people get jumbled together & they start yelling at me to talk to them first & it's like "It started so well how did it get a mess ??? I was doing my best to keep it orderly ??"

Idk if this makes sense-

[survey--s]

614.

Do you have a fan/air conditioning on right now? Nope - I'm actually sat under a blanket at the moment as it's weirdly cold considering it's only August. I guess we're nearly in September though - it just feels like we've barely had a summer this year.

When was the last time you sang along with a song? Which one was it? Earlier today when I was in the shower. It was "He Set Her Off" by Emily Ann Roberts.

Are you currently wearing any hair accessories? Which ones? I have my hair up in a messy bun, so I guess two hair elastics plus an Alice band thing to keep the wisps under control.

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? I used to wish I was called Samantha for some reason, but nowadays I'm happy with my name, though I prefer my nickname.

Do you often press the wrong keys on the keyboard? No - that only really happens when I switch from Windows to Mac, or change machines completely.

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? What did you do to it? No, I'm not really creative enough to do anything like that.

When was the last time you got a splinter stuck in you? D: A few weeks ago at work. I think.

Do you prefer drawing or painting? Any particular reason why? Neither, to be quite honest. I don't mind colouring in with sharpies or whatever, though.

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? Just life in general, really. I don't really need anything specific. My savings tend to go on car maintenance/tyres, the odd day trip out and maybe something like a new laptop occasionally. I don't really want for much materialistically.

Are you any good at playing pinball? I haven't played since I was about eight, so I'm going to go with no.

Do you own any figurines? Of what? I have a beagle in a teacup that my mother-in-law got me a few years ago. It sits on our bookshelf. I don't really like that kind of thing as a rule but this one is cute and of course it's from family too.

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? I don't have any siblings.

When did you last have itchy eyes? A couple of days ago.

If forced to go camping, would you rather sleep in a tent or a caravan? Caravan. I have absolutely no desire to ever spend any time in a tent.

Is it dark outside right now? No, but it's weirdly grey and miserable for 1.30pm in August.

How often do you get jealous of other people? What is it usually about? I get envious of people with properly nice houses that don't need work doing to them lol. Also people whose dogs don't have separation anxiety -_-

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? Framed ones.

What’s your favourite type of cake? Either lemon drizzle, coffee & walnut or carrot cake. Or cheesecake, if that counts - not the baked kind though.

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? Yeah, for a split second while I regain consciousness.

When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Before my shower this morning, so about four hours ago.

How tired are you right now? Not very.

When was the last time you had an argument with someone? What was it about? I don't remember the last time I argued with anyone.

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? It depends on the bug. Flies or moths are fine, but spiders are a big no and I need them OUT lol.

How long have you gone without sleep? Ever? 48+ hours. But it's been about six hours since I woke up.

Can you drive yet? How good are you at it? Yeah, I'm a decent enough driver on our local roads but I wouldn't say I was a very confident driver.

Do you prefer travelling alone or with people? It depends where I'm going.

Did you listen to the radio today? No.

What was the last baby animal you saw? Simba our kitten. He's asleep right next to me at the moment.

Generally speaking, is it warmer or colder in your house than outside? Cooler, unless we have the heating on or the fire lit. It's lovely in here in summer but in winter it's bloody freezing.

When was the last time you threw up? Probably when I had that horrendous virus thing back in February. I barely made it out of bed for three days.

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? Hugs.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? Yeah, we did it in art class once.

Name something you thought was cool when you were younger but don’t now: Baggy jeans.

How long does it usually take you to get to sleep? 10-15 minutes. It's staying asleep that's more of a problem for me.

When did you last get a papercut? I have no idea.

Which do you prefer: Blackboards or whiteboards? Blackboards look cute but whiteboards are easier to write on.

What sort of things do you have bookmarked in your internet browser? Nothing. 

Are / were you spoilt? Would others agree or disagree with you? I don't know. I guess I was in the sense that I had a private education and never wanted for anything materially - we had a nice house and I had my own room and lots of toys, but I like to think that I didn't end up as some kind spoilt brat because of it.

What are you wearing right now? Leggings and a tunic top.

What was the last book you read? I don't remember, I haven't read a book in ages.

[savofid]

So, I had an... Interesting night, to say the least.

Gonna be briefly mentioning suic*dial ideations and self harm, so let that be a warning. Also just all the shit that comes with talking about my last ex and the usual rigamarole that I talk about, like SA.

I've talked about my most recent ex a number of times, mostly about how badly she broke both my heart and my head. I only just stopped having nightmares about her being some sort of monster hunting me down with the express intention of hurting me for not other reason than her own amusement. So, I'm not gonna be surprised to start having them again after the shit she pulled tonight.

Now, I know this was stupid of me to do and will probably be the last time I ever offer any of her partners any help, cause this one basically just spat in my face after extending a helping hand. The two of them had an open spat in the parking lot of my work, with her yelling, getting out of the car, slamming the door, yelling some more, and then storming off to, presumably, walk herself home. It's only a few blocks, so no big deal. So, I saw this as an opportunity, as someone who has already been through all of her shit, to give him some advice. Told him, "Hey, just to let you know, she and I dated for a year and a half. My advice is to walk away."

"Wait, you dated HER for a year and a half?"

"Yeah, and, putting all the cards on the table, I nearly killed myself last January because of her. Just walk away and don't look back. It's better in the long run."

Motherfucker instantly went back to her and told her about it. Last time I offer the kid help. I say kid cause he's 21, I'm 32, and she'll be 33 in a week. Just let that age gap stew in your head a little bit. Anyways, she comes in about half an hour later and openly threatens me, claiming I told him that she's sleeping around (I didn't have the heart to tell him that) and that she and I were dating for a year and a half. "I don't remember that you and I were dating for a year and a half. I think I'd remember something like that."

"Uh, yeah? We did?"

"And when was that?"

"Beginning of 2022 to last July." I don't know what her definition of dating is, but sleeping together + going on dates + having a key to her apartment + promising to be exclusive with one another fits mine.

"Well, now I have to go and hurt his heart and I'm gonna have to hurt yours. I'll be back."

Thankfully, she didn't come back before I left for the night. Thankfully for her case, not mine, cause I would've called the cops and immediately agreed to press charges and start the process of getting a restraining order. I know her full name, I know where she lives, I know where she works, I know her full date of birth, I know everything necessary to make it as easy as possible for them to find her and drag her off for, at the very least, harassment.

One of my favorite lines she had to say was, "I've been nothing but kind to you for the past several years." Uh, no, you haven't. You nearly caused me to kill myself, like "actively on the phone with suicide prevention, handed over all of my sharp objects, up to and including my shaving razors, to my roommate so I didn't have anything possible to seriously hurt myself with before I reached the depths of my downward spiral, went back to burning myself on my arms for a few weeks, was asked to take a week off of work with the store manager offering to outright ban her from the store for how badly she treated me" suicidal. It was not a happy new year. I only just stopped having nightmares about her a few months ago, as I mentioned earlier, so I'm not gonna be surprised when they start happening again.

So, before I closed up shop, I called the local police department's non-emergency number to see about getting a safe ride home, as I was literally just openly threatened in front of multiple people. They weren't available to answer, so I got transferred by their automated system to a neighboring department. When a patrol officer called me, I explained the situation, and his response was, "Sorry, but we don't just give rides to whoever asks. If you want, I can open a police report for you and you can press charges."

"No, I'd rather not deal with her at all. Thank you, though." So, yeah, cops didn't even think I was worth their time, so I had to wake my roommate up, ruining his sleep schedule in the process, just to have a guaranteed safe ride home and a potential witness if she tried to pull something. Thankfully, my roommate is my best friend and absolutely ride or die. Like he pulled up with his sword in case he had to use it, said, "Well, I came fully prepared to hide a body if necessary." Absolutely love that man.

So, I'm home safe and just dealing with extremely heightened anxiety, like I'm having trouble not being nauseous, am completely on edge, and do not want to be dealing with this right now. I'm not afraid that she's gonna try to physically harm me, cause she'd be breaking into the apartment of two veterans, one of whom is a black belt in three different martial arts, and I just have a mean right hook and an impossibly high pain tolerance. Like I sent a 160 lbs kid, my own brother, airborne with a punch to his jaw and dislocated two of his teeth on the opposite side of his face when he impacted the wall.

No, what I'm worried about is that she's gonna try to pull something, to make completely untrue accusations in an attempt to get me in trouble and ruin my reputation. As such, I have already contacted the requisite people and informed them of the situation just to cover my own ass. I've dealt with it in the past, my own SISTER making allegations against me, resulting in me being ON TRIAL for molestation. In reality, she has schizoeffective disorder and likely dreamt that it happened, as she has a hard time separating reality from fantasy as part of her psychosis. She had previously made unfounded allegations against my dad's only friend, only to admit that she made them up upon police inquiry.

I've talked about it before on here, but I'll reiterate. I was in middle school when I his happened. I don't know if you remember being in middle school, but I certainly do, because I had to spend every. single. day fighting the rumor mill and trying to stand up to the court of public opinion, all while ACTUALLY going to court to prove my own innocence, having been ripped away from my own family and home for SEVEN MONTHS because of her. We haven't spoken really at all since our dad died in 2006. 18 years and I still do not want to talk to her because of how much she fucked up my life.

Children are fucking cruel. It took me YEARS to repair my reputation, a number of street fights with people who believed her, all of whom being much bigger and older than me, and I kicked the shit out of all of them because of it. The rumor mill started with molestation and became full blown r*pe within a month. Again: I was 13 years old. She was twice my size. Even my own birth mother, who is a piece of shit in her own right, who believed my sister when she made the previous allegations, did not believe her when she made them against me. "The whole story feels off to me. (My older sister) is twice his size and is known for straight up hitting him if he does anything she doesn't like. This wouldn't be any different, and she probably would've hurt him badly enough to put him in the hospital before anything like she was saying could've happened. The only incident I can think of that might even be close is when they were wrestling in the living room and his hand accidentally touched her chest instead of her shoulder, and she punched him in the face for that! Actually broke his nose. No, Savo couldn't have possibly done anything like that."

I do not want to have to deal with that again. I'm too old, the world is too small, and it would probably ruin my life badly enough to actually cause me to end it all. As such, I have taken the necessary precautions, I've let everyone that I feel needs to know know, and, if she pulls something, I'm not holding back. She can go fuck herself if she thinks she's gonna ruin my life.

This isn't me threatening to hurt her. If I wasn't worth two hours of her time last June, she's not worth time in prison to me. She's not even worth community service. No, I'll just make her own life a living hell, get her evicted from her apartment (as she's in direct violation of her lease on multiple counts), get her charged with harassment and slander, and get a restraining order put out against her. I'm not fucking around anymore and I am not someone to fuck with. I'll dig up every character witness I can think of to speak to the kind of person I am if necessary, up to and including my old mentor at the NSA, whose G rank is roughly equivalent to that of at least a colonel. I WILL throw my weight around if pushed.

This shit ain't nothin to me, man.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

We're in California again. Not here on vacation or a road trip but this is basically me joining Kimmer for her monthly trip to check in on her aunt who's in Memory Care.

We're driving out there tomorrow.

Today, though, was a bit of a proof of concept day in that it's the first time either of us has made this trip from Paine Field. It's definitely a plot twist that came about because we moved to the house, moved just shy of Mukilteo city limits. It's also a plot twist revealed in March of 2019, a little over a month before we moved down to Seattle, when Paine Field opened a new terminal for commercial flights. Prior to that, Paine Field was used for private aircraft as well as Boeing Jets manufactured at the nearby Everett plant. So this was actually never an option before.

Consequently, with our move back to the neighborhood, Kimmer chose to pull the trigger and book us out of Paine on a direct flight to John Wayne Airport in Orange County whereas our usual groove has been Southwest out of SeaTac on a connecting flight through San Jose, Salt Lake City, or Las Vegas to Long Beach Airport. That's always been the way we traveled.

Direct from Paine to John Wayne, though?

Two hours and fifteen minutes. Barely more than the first leg of our Southwest travels.

The terminal at Paine is tiny, by the way. It has two gates. Definitely tinier than Long Beach which is actively in the throes of expanding.

We grabbed a ride share out to Paine that prompted a conversation on when exactly we should leave. Really, though, this was a conversation about when we should get up in the morning given that we're already so close to the airport.

The punch line is we wound up checking our bags in nine minutes before we couldn't anymore. So, if we do this again, leaving a half hour earlier is probably the right call. As it was, we got up at 5AM after four hours of sleep. That was definitely not the right call. Then we kind of moved slowly through getting up and ready, summoning our ride around 630, getting into our ride around 640, and arriving at the terminal a touch after seven for a flight leaving at 755.

That was the first of two interesting ride share conversations, by the way. Drivers always have stories and this one was no different. This one was actually a pandemic story where a truck driver with their own cab working for the Port of Tacoma is suddenly faced with a work load that drops off catastrophically so they take up ride share driving but still has to move their family from a lovely home in Seattle's Sandpoint area to the south Everett area where the ride requests are a little less plentiful... but so is the cost of living.

By the way, did I mention the Paine Field terminal is tiny? Well, it's so tiny that it has a Start Here button. Basically a Start Here area where you check in at a kiosk then do a whole serpentine walk because there's no one in line but the line area still double backs on itself multiple times.

Turning in our one checked bag at this point to the kind English lady was when we discovered they have a forty minute cutoff. Less than forty minutes before flight departure and you can't check in anything. We checked in our bag with nine minutes to go. So yeah. Future adventures this way will need a little more, you know, breathing room.

TSA was a breeze with less serpentining because again. No one was in line. After that, we grabbed seats in the B concourse which, because the terminal is so tiny, you can totally see from the A concourse which is just over there.

Also, I don't know if this is a thing at Paine Field airport, but all the overhead announcements are made by someone with an English accent.

Gave the whole beginning of our trip a definite international flavor. ☺️

After that, a two hour fifteen minutes flight that made us reappraise how long it should take to get from here to there... followed by the easiest possible baggage reclaim at John Wayne Airport followed by a pause whilst we figured out which car rental agency we'd booked through Expedia earlier the same morning.

Thrifty, it turns out.

Of course it also turns out there's a two hour wait for the next car availability so we bail after figuring out there's no penalty for bailing on our reservation. Which leads us to our second ride share of the day.

As I said before, ride share drivers always have a story. In this case, the driver was retired after a pair of careers, the second lasting fifteen years. Their job, though, wasn't what you'd expect. It certainly wasn't what I'd expect.

Their job seemed to be starting companies and running them.

Starting companies.

And running them.

That was their job. That was two careers, the first being something that sounded like real estate investments featuring multiple offices across the country; the second being a drug and alcohol rehab center.

Why drug and alcohol rehab?

Because after a once upon a time economy undermined the investment business, they ran into a high school friend who was in rehab and it was a pretty substandard rehab. So substandard that they started up a new one, ran it, and brought their friend over to this new one where they recovered in a healthy and safe environment.

We didn't jump right into careers the moment we got into the car, of course. We started with our early morning, our car rental epic fail, the weather in southern California (overcast since December), and then family on our side of the fence, and then their family which, it turns out, they're one sibling in a family of eight siblings. All of whom are still close to this day.

Seriously: that's amazing. 😯

So yeah.

We're down here to check on Kimmer's aunt which we'll do tomorrow. Today, though, was a travel day. And travel days always have stories built right in 'em.

😁

[thetinygentledoggy]

Rose Thorn In His Side

A/N Hey! This is gonna be my first fanfic ever, and kind of long so bare with me as I world-build. I get nervous thinking about posting this but my maladaptive daydreams just come up with the best material I have to type it out. This is gonna have some key points that I've entirely made up and doesn't exist in the TLW universe but hey, anything to make the story flow yeah? Lastly, this is Fem!Rabbit (medium-sized)(Y/N Ramirez)x Death(Lobo)

conejita = bunny (fem)

if there are spelling errors feel free to alert me! enjoy ☆

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Chapter One: Table 7a.

'I am definitely a morning person.'

You thought to yourself as the sunlight from your bedroom window basically blinded you. You sighed, it must be 10am. You always woke up at 10am. No alarm needed, somehow your body knew what awaited it and got itself up without much help.

'I am absolutely a morning person.'

You tried to convince yourself as you stretched and felt all of the stiffness from sleep crackled and popped itself away. You finally summoned the energy to stand and immediately a shiver shot up from your feet to your head. The floor was ice cold, making you want to jump back into the sunny warmth of your bed. But instead, with a heavy sigh you treaded forward into your bathroom. You splashed warm water on your face and when you did you realized your face was cold as well, and the water felt nice. You let the water form a shallow pool in your hands and gently placed your face there.

'Maybe you really are a morning person.'

The thought crossed your mind only to be quickly interrupted by the sound of loud knocking on your front door.

You hastily patted your face dry and rushed to the door to see your long-time friend, Mateo standing there, looking more guilty than a murderer in Church.

"Don't be mad-" he started before you cut him off with a whiny retort.

"Noo Mateo don't do this to me pleasee." You begged, trying to avoid the inevitable B.S you knew was gonna come out of Mateo's mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but Diego got hammered last night and he's really sick this morning, I even went over to check, just to make sure he wasn't lying and the poor kid is throwing up chunks. There's no way he can work, can you pleaaase work a double, por favorrr."

You sighed, knowing that you were definitely going to cover for him, but you were absolutely going to complain to yourself about it all morning.

"I am NOT a morning person, Mateo...but fine. I will come in, give me an hour and I'll be there and before you ask, sí, you do owe me, as well as Diego."

"Wait what, I'm just the messeng-" Mateo blurted before being interrupted with a playful "Adíos" and the door being shut in his face.

While getting ready to start your work day hours earlier than usual you cursed everything under the sun.

Curse your anxiety for making it so you would work at the same bar for 6 years, too afraid of new settings and people to ever try and get another job.

Curse Deigo for not knowing his drinking limits, forcing you to come in early instead of following your usual morning routine that you clung to so tightly.

Curse your need for control over your life, making you feel so overwhelmed and anxious when simple things like covering for a coworker occurs unexpectantly.

Curse life for being so difficult all the time.

Curse death too because if you were immortal you wouldn't have to worry about any of this at all.

You chuckled at your mini rant in your head before heading off to work at the bar that's been somewhat of a second home to you.

When you arrived at the bar, you took your usual position behind the counter, setting up your work area with clean glasses and making sure your kegs were ready. Your boss, Maria, placed a hand on your shoulder making you jump.

"Hola Y/N! Sorry to call you in like this, I know you already were gonna work the night shift but idiot one, Mateo, spent the after hours taking shots with idiot two, Diego, knowing he's a lightweight so, here we are, your lunch is on me today okay?" She gave you a reassuring smile before zipping away to take care of her duties.

You caught Mateo cleaning a table across the room and you shot him the coldest dirty look you could muster. No wonder he looked so nervous this morning, he was the main culprit. Mateo mouthed a pitiful "Sorry...love you!" while making a heart shape with his hands before running away out of your view into a backroom.

You sighed, and decided that you were going to try and make today a good day. At least at work you can escape your head. No room to overthink when you have to think about orders and drink making and cleaning tables.

Looking at a wall clock that read 11:34am, you decided to get lost in your work.

To your appreciation, the earlier work day went by fast. You saw the usual customers with their usual tales and problems and met a few newcomers who were just happy to see the bottom of a glass.

Checking the time again, it read 1:39am.

'Last call is at 2am, if I go fast I can be outta here by 3am.' You thought to yourself while drying some shot glasses.

Most of your coworkers bid you goodnight a while ago, they were lucky enough to only have one shift. You were left with Gabriella, a nice girl with good street smarts, and Maria, your ever so loving boss.

Gabriella bumped her hip into yours with a tired but happy smile on her face. She was always a bit of a space invader but she also was the first person to check in on you most times as well as defending you from customers who got a bit belligerent after too many drinks. So, you didn't mind her touchiness.

"Hanging in there Y/N? We're almost done! I'm ready for a nice hot bath tonight." she said while she picked up a few glasses, helping you get them clean.

"I'm definitely tired. When I see Mateo and Diego again they're never gonna hear the end of it....like...ever. I will haunt them in the afterlife, just watch Gabi, just watch."

Gabriella laughed before greeting Maria who then came behind the counter and got very close to you and Gabriella.

"Alright ladies, mira mira, table 7a.-"

You glanced up at the table that sat in the back corner of the bar, there sat a hooded figure, so tall they looked like they would tower over you even while sitting. You couldn't make out much of the figures face, except for a nose and mouth that definitely belongs to a wolf.

You were a little unsettled by them, afterall, if they wanted a late night drink, shouldn't they have approached the bar? Why sit in the dark, and why not speak to the bartender..? Are they looking for trouble?

Your thoughts were interrupted with the rest of Maria's sentence.

"He called me over, said he wants a Black Russian, I've got to count the drawers for the night so you two handle that..and be extra kind to him..seems like he's in a bad mood..."

Maria looks up at you both with a hint of concern in her eyes.

"If he causes trouble..call the coppers first...then me..kay'?"

Both you and Gabriella were a bit taken aback by Maria's request.

'Did he really give her that bad of a vibe?' you thought before returning your glance to the hooded figure. He now was looking up, and straight at all three of you. He had piercing red eyes that seemed illuminated no matter the lighting. You could swear you saw a small sinister grin on his face as he stared intently. You suddenly felt so uneasy, and unsafe. Your heart quickened its pace so you forced yourself to look away. Maria had apparently already left and you turned your head to see Gabriella caught in the same petrified state you were in.

"Gabi-" you started only to be cut off by her somewhat shaky voice. She snapped her head to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I'll wash the dishes, wipe the tables, sweep the floors and even prepare the kegs for tomorrow. But I'm not serving him."

"Gabi, you don't have to do all tha-"

Gabriella took another glance at the hooded figure and whatever she saw made her have visible goosebumps.

"I'll start now." She chirped quickly before dashing into the backroom.

You looked back at table 7a, and now there was no mistaking it. He was smiling. A bit wider than he was before as well. He found something funny, and for some reason, that gave you the same goosebumps Gabriella had.

You didn't want to trigger an anxiety attack, which were at times unfortunately frequent for you, so you figured you would just make his drink, the quicker you can get this stranger out of here, the better.

His drink...

.......

His drink....

'What the hell did he order again???'

You cursed yourself for forgetting what Maria said he wanted. You cursed this strangers intense gaze for erasing all of the thoughts from your head. Maria kept her office locked while counting money, and there was no way Gabriella remembered since she never had the intention of serving him anyway.

You were gonna have to ask him.

'Shit.'

You grabbed your little notebook and pen from behind the counter before hesitantly making your way to table 7a.

You tried to keep your eyes down at the floor but you did glance up while making your way over and confirmed your suspicion that this wolf was staring you down all the way to his table. It left this ball of uneasiness in the pit of your stomach. You took a big but quiet breath in as you approached his table.

"Hola señor, I'll be serving you tonight, could you please remind me what your order was again?" You prayed your unease didn't show in your tone as you put on your best customer serving voice.

The wolf said nothing for a few seconds, staring at you with a smile that maybe would seem friendly on anyone else but him. Those seconds felt like an eternity as you took the time to see his face up close. His fur was white, with a dark mask like pattering over his eyes leading all the way down his snout. Despite the ghastly hood that might have suggested otherwise, his fur looked soft. You admittedly thought about what it would feel like to touch it. You concluded that on closer inspection, he was a bit handsome.

"A Black Russian." His voice interrupted your shameless thoughts. His voice was deep, smooth and cold and had the inflection like he thought something was just a bit comical.

"Of course, coming right up." You quickly spun yourself around and sped walked away back to the safety of the counter.

In practically no time, the Black Russian was made. This time while walking back to the table you made sure to keep your eyes down. You wondered when the last time someone even ordered a Black Russian was.

When you reached his table, you desperately didn't want to meet his eyes again, they made you feel like you were frozen in place, staring hopelessly at something that looked like it kinda wanted to eat you. So instead you focused your sight on your hand placing the drink on the table, trying again to hide your uneasiness.

All the while, Death, unbeknownst to you, was having a bit of a fun time watching you. The way you had tapped your pen nervously on your notepad, the way you bounced from one foot to the other, biting your lower lip and desperately trying to avoid eye contact. And he especially took notice of the way your tail twitched now and again. He knew he made you unbelievably unnerved and you wanted nothing more than to escape the situation. And yet there you were, taking his order with the shakiest smile ever. You could've cowardly escaped to the backroom like your friend but you didn't. You endured his unsettling gaze and he admittedly loved every moment of it.

"Will that be all..it's the last call so.." Your voice finally gave in and you couldn't hide your uncomfortability towards the end of your sentence.

He decided he was having more fun than he planned to, and he wasn't finished torturing you yet. He licked his lips, and you took a shameful amount of interest in the size of his teeth and the way his tongue rolled over them.

"Actually, I meant to order a White Russian. Would you mind.." He looked up at you, giving a smirk that didn't hide his devious amusement.

It took you a second to find your train of thought.

"Right, a White Russian..so cream then, I'll be right back." you chirped before retreating once again to your counter.

While fetching the cream needed for his drink, Maria finally left the safety of the office, she had her coat on, so you guessed she was ready to leave. She glanced over to the wolf, before turning her gaze back onto you.

"Any trouble out of that one?"

Truthfully, despite feeling as though you wanted to run for the hills during your entire interaction with him, and having a hunch that you will never forget those daggers he has for eyes. He wasn't actually guilty of anything other than looking like serial killer. You couldn't truthfully claim he did anything worth being labeled trouble.

"No, he um, just wanted a White Russian instead." you stated while motioning with the small pitcher of cream in your hand. Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, well Gabi seemed a little sick when I saw her last in the back so I sent her home, she didn't get to wipe the tables so that and locking up are your final tasks for the night. It's raining pretty hard so try and find a spare umbrella in the back. Night Y/N." Maria then made her way out of the back exit. Leaving you and the wolf in the bar alone.

. . .

Oh right, his White Russian.

You spun around to see him tapping his claw on the table. Guess you took too long, he no longer seemed as amused.

You zipped to his table, while simultaneously trying not to spill any cream. When you approached him he immediately startled you with his voice.

"Any longer and the ice would've melted..and I thought rabbits were meant to be fast." He gave a deep half chuckle.

You were almost offended at his comment, there wasn't a need for stereotypes, after all you could say a lot about him being a big scary wolf. Suddenly, you had newly sprung courage bubble up in you. You poured the cream carefully and decided to speak up.

"If you had ordered the right drink the first go around you wouldn't have to wait Señor Lobo. We all can't be perfect."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you desperately wanted to swallow them back up. Hesitantly, you peeked up at the wolf. For a second you thought you might've saw a surprised expression on his face before quickly being replaced by one of devious amusement once again. He gave a deep hearty laugh before downing his drink and licking his lips. You cursed yourself for focusing on his mouth so much.

He then abruptly stuck out his paw with a grin.

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and gave a small shake.

"Death." he spoke as he tilted his head slightly, not letting go of your hand.

"What? Wait like, that's your name or..are you wishing it on me?" You asked giving a fake chuckle, hoping that he wasn't actually wishing death on you.

"That's my name. And yours is?" He still held your hand, it was strangely cold for someone who was covered in so much fur.

"Y/N..Ramirez." You gave a small smile before gently trying to pull your hand back only for him to hold it tighter for a second longer before letting go.

You hadn't really thought too deeply into his name, you've met a lot of folks with all sorts of unique names, some they were given, others they came up with themselves. If anything, his name suited him well. You couldn't imagine if he had a name like..José or Luis.

"Well, Death..the bar is now closed and I've just got these tables to clean before locking up. It was..nice meeting you and I hope you come again." You gave him the same spiel you gave every new customer.

"Of course, enjoy the rest of your evening, Y/N," He said smoothly. You nodded and reached into your servers belt to fish out his receipt.

However, when you looked up to give it to him, he was gone, and on the table was a pile of gold coins that were worth more than what one lousy White Russian would cost.

You looked around in confusion as you didn't comprehend how he could've gotten past you without making a sound. Or how he could've left through the front doors without ringing the bells at the top. You shook your head as you realized how tired you were. You scooped up the coins and left them on Maria's desk for tomorrow, after that you wiped the tables down and let your mind wander as you locked all the doors and windows of the bar.

You initially thought that Death's encounter with you would leave you with nightmarish memories of his red eyes and chilling demeanor. Instead, however, you kept thinking about all the wrong things.

You thought about how you liked his fur, and how soft it looked.

You like his scent, it reminded you of how it smells right after it rains.

You liked the way he talked, deep, smooth, and confident.

You liked the way his tongue glossed over his large teeth..and the way your hand felt in his..

You forcefully ejected yourself from your embarrassing thoughts as you locked the front door and stepped into the hard rain.

'Right. Maria did say it was raining and I did not grab an umbrella. What a damn idiot am I.'

You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for the 15 minute soaking wet walk you were gonna have to take home. You only got a couple paces in the direction of your home before you stopped in your tracks.

'Ah, I was right. I didn't forget those eyes.'

You thought to yourself as you immediately recognized Death's illuminated red eyes in the shadow of a tree not too far from where you stood. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"...Death?"

Instantly, he emerged from the shadows, chuckling to himself as he approached you.

"Bien, conejita, muy bien. You have good awareness."

For some reason, you made a mental note to remember his compliment to you.

"Were you out here waiting for me?" you asked as he finally got within a few feet of you. It was then you truly realized how big he was. You weren't as small as other rabbits in your family, in fact you kinda considered yourself tall for a rabbit and yet, your head only came up to his chest, forcing you to lift your head up to look at him.

"Sí, it's raining hard and you have no umbrella. So I'll be a gentleman and lend you this."

Suddenly the hard pellets of rain no longer battered down on you, you blinked and realized, Death no longer had on his poncho, instead, it was on you.

You felt your cheeks and ears burn red with embarrassment.

"Ah, gracías.." You focused your sight on the ground as you found it too hard to face him in that moment.

"No problem, though of course you can't keep it..we are strangers after all, sí?"

'Oh right. Well then he'll have to take it back...after I get home.....Oh.'

You then realized what he was implying. He was gonna walk you home, you felt your cheeks and ears burn even hotter, and for a second you wanted to feel the rain on your face to cool you down.

"Right, well just this way then.." you trailed off as you began picking your pace back up in the correct direction.

While you focused your gaze on the ground out of shyness, Death focused his gaze on you.

He admittedly wasn't entirely sure why he was out here, walking some bunny to her home in the rain. He only meant to stop in for a quick drink after a long day. He mentally flipped through reasons that led him to be here, chauffeuring a little rabbit home.

He found you interesting, he liked the effect he had on you, specifically.

He had a strong effect on practically everyone. The running, screaming, pleading, fighting back kind of effect.

But on you, there was a push and pull. He noticed the way you couldn't be still under his gaze, how when given the chance you practically scattered to the comfort of the counter away from his table...but he also noticed the way you had unconsciously grazed your thumb over his paw when you shook hands... and the way your breath hitched when he leaned in too close. He chalked up his interest to wanting answers for this strange behavior and figured a quick chat on the way to your home would be all he needed to satisfy his curiosity.

....Plus, he enjoyed the way you had to keep pulling up his poncho because it was much too big for you. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"It's just past this uphill, not too far." You interrupted his thoughts. Your voice shaky, but this time not from uneasiness, instead, you found yourself very, very cold. Despite his poncho covering most of your body, it wasn't thick enough to not be eventually soaked in the relentless rain.

The shivering as well as the now slippery uphill walk slowed your pace greatly. Death, who was already making an effort to not speed past you with his naturally longer strides now had to come almost to a complete stop. He watched you helplessly attempt to conquer a small hill.

He didn't want to spend this much time on this little side quest of his. Shaking his head, he decided there was no other option.

He swiftly got close behind you and scooped you up bridal style into his arms. You screamed out in surprise as you found yourself suddenly looking up at Death, and the cloudy night sky, with rain more gently now, hitting your face. Death looked annoyed as he moved his mouth dangerously close to your ear.

"Hush now, conejita, you're starting to become more of a burden than you're worth." he whispered in your ear.

Offended, you scowled and looked away from him.

'It wasn't like I asked you to walk me home.' You thought to yourself as you begrudgingly let Death carry you in his arms, wishing you were home already in your warm bed.

Death looked down at you, seeing your hurt expression made him upset. He truthfully didn't mean to come across as rude as he did. The whole reason he's even here right now was to talk to you. Strangely for him, he regretted his comment and tried to change the subject.

"How long have you worked at the bar?" He asked plainly.

"Six and a half years, 17 days and 14 hours but hey who's counting." You grinned at your joke. You honestly did love working at the bar, despite all of the challenges it can present you.

Death nodded before carrying on.

"So then, you've seen many different kinds of people. What do you think of them?"

You gave your answer thought before speaking, humming while you did so.

"Ahh, most people are fun. They just want to let loose and chat everyone's head off. That, or they are looking for some comfort in drinking. Either way, I've had no real problems with most of the customers. I just do my best to give them what they need."

The rain has now come to a light sprinkle, the cold air pushed against you, making you want to retreat into the fur of this large wolf, but you refrained, not wanting to cross a line.

Death hummed in response and then there was a silence. You closed your eyes and focused on the crunch of the leaves under Death's feet as he carried you to home.

You could faintly hear his breathing, calm and steady despite just overcoming the uphill in the rain. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest combined with the sway of the walk was just the break you needed after such a long day.

Death's voice broke the silence.

"And what do you make of me."

Although it was a question, Death said it like he it was more of a thought to himself, as if he already knew the answer and was just thinking out loud.

You took even longer to answer this time.

"I think you must have it hard, with your appearance being so...unnerving. But you're a good guy I think. Plus, when you get a good look, you look kinda handsome. So cheer up, and don't be so down, you don't have to be the big bad wolf, you can be whatever you want."

You decided to answer honestly as you saw your cottage not too far away. And it's not like you'll ever see this guy again, so who cares if you say something just a bit embarrassing.

Suddenly, Death placed you gently onto your feet and removed his poncho from you.

You turned to look at him, hoping your honesty didn't tick him off. Death stared off at something else. This time he was the one avoiding eye contact.

"You're home, rabbit." He said as he put his poncho back on himself, seemingly unbothered by how cold and wet it was.

You turned to see your cottage just a few paces ahead of you.

"Ah thank you, be safe on your travels."

He paused, still glaring into the void.

"You too conejita, I don't want to see you too soon."

Before you could ask him what that last part meant, you blinked and he vanished. And somehow, with his departure, the air felt warmer.

That night, after a much needed shower and dinner, you laid in your bed with your head full of nothing but the wolf from the bar.

You wished on every star you could see from your window that he wasn't just a passersby.

That you might get to see Death again.

You drifted off to sleep, with dreams of Death filling your head.

.....

Not far from your home, Death sat against a tree. Your words replaying in his mind. He ruffled the fur on the top of his head with a heavy sigh.

He knew he couldn't leave you alone after that.

End of chapter one.

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Baby is Having a Baby

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Baby Jack and Baby Y/N are about to lose their shit

Synopsis: The one time Jack's pullout game wasn't A1

Pairing: Baby Jack Harlow x Baby Rapper!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

It was three in the morning when you woke up out of a peaceful sleep.

It was the most sleep you had gotten in a week since you had been sick.

You had been throwing up for the past four days thinking that you had some type of food poisoning from a new restaurant that your sister wanted try earlier that week and thought nothing else of it.

For some unknown reason, you glanced at the calendar that was near your room door and with a sudden realization got wide eyes when it was clear what day it was.

Throwing up in the morning and being extremely hungry for the rest of the day

The fatigue

Your boobs were sore

And you had been peeing more than usual

No. 

You couldn't be.

You reached for your phone on the bedside table to call your boyfriend because you were scared shitless.

Luckily he only lived across the street and could be there in a matter of two minutes.

He was about to be annoyed since it was three in the morning and a Monday meaning that you both had to go to school, but this definitely could not wait.

It took you calling him twice, but he finally answered.

"Babe.... what.... is going on?"

“Jackman, get your ass across the street now!”

“Baby, it is literally three in the morning. This couldn’t wait?” Jack groaned before turning to face his window.

“Obviously not! This is an emergency!”

“What in the world could be an emergency at three in the morning? And stop yelling."

“MY PERIOD IS A WEEK LATE.”

It was silent for a few seconds before he said anything.

You both knew the parents would kill you both.

“Stop fucking playing. I always use a condom."

"I wish I was now come over here!"

Jack was climbing into your window within fifteen minutes to see you sitting on the bed and staring off into space. He came and sat next to you while taking your hand in his and rubbing small circles on the back of it in an attempt to get you to calm down.

A couple minutes had passed before either of you said anything. 

"Sooo, I thought you just had food poisoning?"

"I thought so too. But, my period has NEVER been late. It's like clockwork every single month. It comes on the 7th and it’s now the 14th"

"But we always use protection."

"The last time we didn't, remember? 'I'll just pullout' headass."

"Oh, forgot about that..."

"You were so excited to get your dick wet that you forgot to buy them and my dumbass didn't say anything."

Of course this would have to happen two weeks before your appointment to get started on birth control pills.

"So, what's next? Because you have to take a test to be sure, right?"

"Yeah, and nothing is open right now."

"We just have to wait until school's over."

"There is no way I'll be able to focus for seven hours. Besides, I'm still throwing up from time to time."

"Then I'll go and buy it and come straight here."

"We're only 16, we can’t take care of a child. We can barely take care of ourselves."

"Y/N, just... try and relax. We don't know for sure."

"How can you be so calm about this? Have you met our parents?"

"Trust and believe I'm putting on a good front right now."

Even though you had been the one throwing up, Jack just knew his dinner was about to be covering your bedroom walls as well as the floor. 

"Do you think McDonald's will hire me? Gotta pay for the kid somehow."

You were spoiled and had never worked a day in your life.

Looks like that was over now.

"No. With your slow ass you'll be messing up orders left and right."

"Wow, just knock your girl while she's down."

"I'm playin, baby girl. But I'll be making enough money for the both of us so you don't have to worry."

"Hmm..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just praying that our kid doesn't have your head. I can't push that out."

"Seriously?"

Jack didn't sleep for the rest of the night and before he knew it his alarm was going on alerting him that it was time to get ready. He stayed with you for about another hour until you fell back asleep before heading back to his house across the street. Still feeling like he was going to throw up at any minute, he decided to skip out on eating the breakfast that his mom made.

Clay was sitting at the kitchen table the entire time eyeing his older brother knowing that something was wrong and decided that he would get it out of him later when they were by themselves. 

"Where are you off to in such a hurry? And why do you look paler than usual?" Maggie asked concerned while looking at her oldest child. She attempted to feel his forehead to check to see if he had a temperature before he swatted her hand away. 

“Oh, umm... I just didn’t sleep very well last night. And me and Urban have a group assignment that we have to meet early for.”

“Well, okay. Do you feel alright though?”

“Yep, fine.”

Without another word Jack grabbed his backpack and made sure that Clay was following behind him. When Clay went to sit in the back of Jack’s car, he made a motion for him to come and sit in the front.

“Isn’t Y/N coming with us?”

“No, she’s still not feeling well.”

“She’s been out all week. That can’t just be food poisoning.”

“Hmm...”

Jack didn’t answer his younger brother and calmly put the car in drive before taking off. The car ride was silent the entire duration of him driving towards the school. It helped that Clay’s middle school and the high school were next to one another. Clay didn’t mind being early if he could get a ride from his brother and not have to worry about waiting at the bus stop.

“What is up with you? Mom’s right. You’re a lot paler than you usually are and you look like you’re about to throw up at any minute.”

Jack was bursting at the seams and had to tell someone about what was going on inside his head because he didn’t think he would be able to hold it in much longer. 

All he knew was Clay better keep his mouth shut if he told him.

“What I’m about to tell you, you CANNOT repeat.”

“Okay? I mean what did you do? It can’t be that bad. Get Y/N pregnant?”

Silence.

“JACK! YOU GOT HER PREGNANT? I WAS JOKING.”

“Keep your voice down! And we don’t know for sure yet!”

“It is literally only the two of us in the car. Who is listening? And besides Is that where you went this morning at three am?”

“You nosey as all hell. What were you doing up anyway?”

“I got thirsty and went to get some water.” Clay replied while shrugging. 

“This stays between us. Do not repeat what I just told you.”

“Secret is safe with me. Besides, mom and dad are going to kill you if she really is.”

Jack scoffed before leaning his head onto the steering wheel.

“And don’t I know it?”

---

The final bell had rang and Jack was just about ready to trample over anyone who got in his way.

He needed to hurry up and get to the drugstore before you had another panic attack.

You already had three so far today since you had told him every single time that it happened. 

Urban noticed that his best friend had been acting strange all day and decided that it was now time to confront him. Clay mentioned that he would take the bus home and Jack didn’t have to worry about waiting for him knowing the situation that he was in. 

Thank goodness because that would have only made his anxiety increase having to be away from you for an even longer period of time. 

Urban slid into the passenger seat and simply stared at Jack.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What the hell is going on with you today? And where is Y/N? I sent her a text but she didn’t say anything which is weird.”

You always answered every single time Urban had sent you a text. It had become a little more frequent this week since he knew that you hadn’t been feeling all that well and he wanted to check on you. 

Jack thought you didn’t answer him probably because you were wracking your brain to try and come up with a plan on being a teenage mother.

“Urb... I did a thing...”

“A bad thing?”

“Well, no. But, yes. It’s bad considering how old we are but overall it’s not really a bad...”

“Will you just come out with it?”

“I think Y/N is pregnant.”

“Oh....”

“Oh, what do you mean oh?”

“Oh, meaning that your dumbass didn’t use a condom?! I know she’s pretty but damn!”

Jack remained silent as he turned away from Urban.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My pullout game is usually A1.”

“But this time it wasn’t!”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“Well, did she get her period?”

“About that....”

“Your dumbass is in for it now. Maggie and Brian are about to light your ass up. But, I’ll be the godfather, right? I mean that is probably the only bright side in all of this.”

“Is that really all your concerned about right now?!”

Luckily your parents were still at work when Jack and Urban knocked on the door. You opened it and was eyeing Urban not knowing how much he knew.

“I’m taking my position of godfather early. So, yes I know and yes we have a test to confirm.” Urban stated as both he and Jack walked through the threshold and into the foyer as he handed you the bag.

“A test? A test? In meaning one?!”

“Yes, one. Is there something I’m missing?”

"Why did you only buy one test!?!? We need at least three to be sure!"

"Stink, chill out. I'll be back."

“No, you stay with her. I’ll go get two more.”

Jack handed Urban his keys while you started to make your way up the steps into your room. Jack followed you in complete silence.

You both sat on your bed and the waterworks that had been threatening to fall finally made their appearance.

You were surprised that you had kept it together for so long.

The dam finally broke and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Jack simply pulled you onto his lap and tried to comfort you the best way he could.

“Hey, mamas. It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens we’ll get through it.”

“I’ve ruined your career!”

“Baby, stop. You haven’t ruined anything. This is just more motivation for me to really do this and make it happen.” 

“And we’re not married! My parents will kill me! Children born out of wedlock?! THEY’LL DISOWN ME.”

“Baby, we are literally not old enough to get married. And knowing your parents I think they’ll be mad but they won’t disown you.”

“In some states the legal age is 16!”

“Okay, let’s relax for a second. And that... is entirely too young and should be illegal everywhere.”

“I need to throw up.”

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, now Jackman! Move before I get it on you!”

You were happy that you had a bathroom all to yourself that was connected to your room and hoped no one would suddenly decide to come home early from work and ask what the three of you were doing. 

You had taken all three of the tests and everyone was now patiently waiting for the results. The timer had been set on your phone as the three of you tried to find something to do in order to occupy your time.

Then you heard the alarm.

"Stink, go look because I'm too nervous." You whispered and looked over at Jack who had eyes as big as saucers.

"And I’m not?!"

"Fine, I'll look! Sooner we get this over with, the better." Urban replied while getting up and making his way into the bathroom.

He was quiet for a few seconds which made your anxiety skyrocket if it was even possible at this point.

You needed a blunt. 

“Urb?!?”

He calmly walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face before revealing if the news was good or bad.

“Not pregnant. All three.”

You and Jack breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t realize either of you had been holding. 

“Thank God I don’t have to push out a head as big as yours.”

“Hey!”

“She’s not lying bro. Your head is kinda big.”

“Fuck both of yall.”

“Well you two have been doing a lot of that as of lately which resulted in the situation that happened today, so I’ll pass.”

“But, if you aren’t pregnant, what’s wrong with you then?”

“No idea. I just have to ask my mom to take me to the doctor when she gets home I guess.”

“Okay now that the panic is over, we have songs to write.”

Later on that night, Jack sent a text to check on you and see how you were feeling. Despite finding out that you weren’t pregnant, he was still worried because he didn’t know what was wrong with you.

Jack- Baby girl, do you feel any better? Need me to bring you anything?

You- Yes now that I know I’m not pregnant

Jack- Did your mom take you to urgent care?

You- Yep and she was PISSED

Jack- Wait, what? Why?

You- I just had PMS. Symptoms usually show 5 to 10 days before it actually shows up.

Jack- Wait a minute... so this entire time?

You- I got my period an hour ago. Can you bring me gummy bears, chocolate, and some Doritos? I love you, stink.

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[writer-kermit]

Is it possible to feel horny in your sleep?

Pairing: Time-Skip!Kuroo x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Smut

Commissioned or Self-Made: Self-Made

Word Count: 701

Summary: You "slept" earlier than usual, but Kuroo wants to have more fun with you ;)

A/N: Hello everyone. I want to apologize for my lack of posting. I was slowly losing motivation to write because of many works I had to do in college. But I'm back on my feet and ready to write again. I have also planned to make a Ko-Fi to support my business. What do you guys think?

Warning: NSFW, Somophilla, Teasing, Swearing, Slight Degradation, MDNI

“Hey chibi..” Tetsuro Kuroo murmured. “Do you want to..you know..? Have some alone time?” You looked up from the television, staring at your boyfriend. “Well Tetsuro, I’m pretty tired so,” you pretended to stretch out your arms and legs. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” You got off the sofa, only for Kuroo to pull you back onto his lap.

“Now hold on [Y/N],” He interrupted, “wasn’t this all your idea? For the past week you’ve begging– for me to have sex and when I’m horny and riled up, you decide to leave me to bite the dust?” “Come on Kuroo..” You whined. “It’s just a nap, I promise we’ll have our time together.” You kissed his cheek and left to your room

Now here’s the fun part about this ordeal, you weren’t actually going to sleep. You only wanted to tease Tetsuro. For the next few minutes, layed on your bed watching some funny pet videos until you felt like falling to sleep.

An hour to your fake nap and you heard the bedroom door slowly creep open. You knew it was Kuroo but you didn’t want to wake up. “Chibi..?” He whispered. “Are you sleeping..?” No answer. You then heard footsteps coming near your bed. “God.. Leaving me like this, you're still so cute..” He growled, caressing your sleeping face.

He lifted the sheets off you, revealing your half-naked body. Was it mentioned that you had nothing but your underwear on? You rolled your body to the right side of the bed, perking your ass up in front of him.

He took this as a sign to make his first move on you. Kuroo got on top of you and gently guided your "uncatious" body to your back, his eyes affixed on you. You couldn’t help but snicker in your sleep. This was the first time he was doing something like this. However, you weren’t against this new “Tetsuro Kuroo”. It was quite the opposite.

“I know you’re awake chibi..” He purred slightly. Well, he was technically correct, but you still couldn’t give up your pride. You then felt his lips against your neck, his tongue lapping against your skin. You griped softly and he smiled. His two fingers trailed down your midriff to your sex, slowly penetrating you.

“Ahhnn..nghh–Kuroo..” You whimpered. “Yeah? You like it when I touch you? If you like it a lot then wake up babe.” You slowly arched your back, not wanting to give in. But fuck, did it feel so good. He then added a third finger and you moaned once more. At this point it was almost obvious that you were awake, but–eh what’s the point? You had no excuse for your behavior.

“Ok chibi… I’m gonna put it in.” You heard him grunt a little, but then you heard fabric. As you tried to open your eyelids, you felt his firm dick slid inside of you.

“Tetsuro!” You gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?!” “Oh now you're awake [Y/N]? Don’t act like you’ve been sleeping the entire time.” He mocked, slowly humping you. “No! That’s not-ahh~!” He interrupted you bull shi–profusive bickering by slamming harder against you, his nails gripping at your waist.

“Fuck..Oh what was that babe? Sorry, I was too busy punishing your dirty ass..” He replied. You couldn’t help but moan at that response as he continued to thrust inside of you. Despite the protests, he still continued–it wasn’t like you wanted him to stop. He soon came on your back and laid on top of you.

“Now that was much better than sleeping hm?” He asked. You groaned, not wanting to answer him. But he was correct about one thing: You really did enjoy that new experience, and it was certainly better than sleep.

[folklorelise]

Squad Leader Mom is pregnant!

MASTERLIST

Since all the baby incidents that had happened with you, Levi or the cadets, Levi and you had been thinking about having one of your own, but you never actually talked about it. Then one night, as you were reading before going to bed, Levi sat next to you on the couch ready to have that talk with you.

“Y/N.” Levi called your name seeing that you were not paying any attention to him.

“Hm?”

“I want to have–.” Levi started but then stopped.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worried, putting down your book.

“Remember when the kids were turned into children? We said that we would talk about having a kid. I want to talk about it now.” he told you staring at you. “If you want.” Levi quickly added.

“Oh right.” you said mumbled.

To be honest, since you joined the survey corps – having a baby never was an option for you. For Levi, having a child at all was never an option, but since he met you, he felt like anything could be possible.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine too.” Levi said.

“I don’t know.” you admitted. “I loved having the cadets around. It was a lot of fun and I loved them as kids. But a new-born is different.” you paused. “I remember my neighbour; they had one and it was constantly crying and screaming. It looked exhausting. Also, what about my job here? I cannot– I… I can’t go on expeditions knowing that our child could become an orphan.”

“I would never let that happen.” Levi assured you, taking your hands. “I know our situation is not ideal, but can you imagine how great it would be to have a tiny version of us running around. I like that thought. That maybe one day, we could finally retire with our own little family.”

“It does sound nice.” you smiled fondly at Levi. “If that makes you happy, then ok.”

“Really? Because I don’t want to pressure you.”

“I’m sure. We’ll figure it out.”

The more you thought about it, the more you were sure about your decision. You had the possibility to give Levi another chance at having his own family and that was what made you certain of your choice. The next few months were spent in bed with Levi. It was intense – Levi was intense which resulted in making the both of you exhausted for trainings and expeditions.

Eight months into trying to get pregnant, yet there was still no baby in sight. Your doctor reassured you and said that getting pregnant is not an easy task.

You get easily sick during winter, so when a week before the expedition you started to feel nauseous, you just shrug it off. Which you instantly regretted the second you felt like passing out in front of a titan outside.

Eren from far away saw you falling from the sky and did not hesitate a second before transforming and running toward you. He caught you in time from hitting the ground and Mikasa from behind killed the titan that was ready to eat you.

“Mom?” Eren tried to wake you up once Mikasa got him out. “Mom, wake up please.” Eren cried.

Every squad were running toward where Eren transformed, not knowing why he did it. Levi and his squad were the first one who arrived.

“Eren!” Levi yelled at the boy but stopped when he saw you in his arms. A million questions were running through Levi’s mind. He could not move – he wanted to see if you were fine, yet his feet would not move toward you. What if he saw a wound, what if you were already dead?

“Captain,” Eren cried, “I– I saw her falling and I came. She’s not waking up!”

“What’s happening here?” Erwin finally arrived. “Levi wha–.” he asked the captain but stopped when he saw you. “Is she d–?”

“NO!” Eren yelled. “She can’t be, I– I caught her.”

“What happened then?” Erwin asked a member of you squad.

“We don’t know. We spotted a few titans, and we were all going to take care of them. Then – squad leader Y/N was just behind us!”

“She is still breathing.” Erwin checked your pulse. “Levi’s going to take her back, and the rest of us will continue the expedition. You can go too.” Erwin told the cadets.

Every other squads were leaving the scene. Erwin slowly approached Levi.

“She’s ok, you can go and take her back.”

“Ok.” Levi breathed.

Levi slowly approached where the cadets where and took you in his arms. Once you were back, Levi rushed you to the infirmary. The cadets were all patiently waiting outside the room. Every one of them was worried, but Eren was even more.

“What if it’s my fault?” Eren said.

“You saved her!” Mikasa protested.

“When I caught her, maybe I squeezed her without noticing?”

“She is fine.” Jean shouted.

Levi was sitting with them, silently. After just a few minutes of waiting, a doctor came out of the room. Everyone stood up hoping for good news.

“Y/N is doing great. She just needs to rest now.”

“Thank you!” Sasha shouted hugging the doctor.

“Is she waking up soon?” Jean asked.

“She should be up in a few hours top. But from now on she should stay here as the pregnancy is already three months in or something.” the doctor said before leaving for his office.

“The pregnancy?” Levi repeated confused.

“Mom’s pregnant?” Jean asked Levi.

“Mom’s pregnant!” they all shouted excited.

“We’re going to have a little brother or sister!” Connie burst excited.

While the cadets were shouting, Levi was still trying to process the news.

“D– Captain!” Jean quickly corrected himself. “Can we go in and see her?”

“She’s still sleeping, I’ll go and find you once she woke up.” Levi said entering the room alone.

Levi was sitting next to you, waiting patiently for you to wake up. An hour or two later, the cadets could not wait any longer and came into your room.

“Please, can we stay?” Sasha begged the captain.

“Fine, but shup your months.”

A few minutes after the kids came in, you finally woke up. Levi was the first to notice it. He quickly stood up and came near you.

“Y/N, are you feeling ok?” Levi asked.

“Water.” you grunted.

“I’ll get you a glass of water!” Armin volunteered.

After drinking the whole glass, you instantly felt better. You asked Levi what happened and when he explained to you that you fainted due to the pregnancy, you started to cry.

“Don’t cry. It is good right? We’re happy about this.” Levi asked.

“It’s happy tears.” You confirmed laughing slightly.

Levi then left to bring some food. The second Levi left, Eren came and hugged you. Then very quickly everyone else joined the hug.

“You scared us to death earlier.” Eren told you.

“I’m sorry I made you worried.”

When Erwin came back, Levi and you were waiting for him in his office.

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Levi announced it to the commander. “Obviously, she won’t be going to the next expeditions, right?”

“What? Congratulation!” Erwin shouted happily. “That’s really great news.”

“Erwin – the expeditions.”

“Right, of course. Y/N, you have to rest from now on.”

“But I can’t do nothing.” you protested. “I’ll get bored.”

“You’re pregnant.” Levi argued. “You just have to take care of you by staying here. Erwin agrees with me.”

“I–. Y/N if you want to go home and rest, you can.” Erwin agreed.

“I don’t. I’ll stay here and work with you on paperwork, I’ll do everything as usual except going on expedition.” you stated firmly.

Levi knew how stubborn you were, so he did not continue to argue. What mattered to him was that you were not going on expedition. After announcing the news to Erwin, Levi and you went to see Hange to tell them the news. The scream Hange uttered was so loud that Moblit came in running.

“What happened?” Moblit asked worried.

“Y/N is pregnant!” Hange shouted.

“Oh! Congratulation!” Moblit hugged you.

The next person to know about it was Mike, then soon enough the entire survey corps knew about it. After a few days, you decided it was time to go and tell your family about it. You proposed to Levi to come with you since he never met them.

“I’m busy.” Levi told you.

“It’ll just be a day.”

Your parents used to live inside of wall rose, but as your father’s business became more and more successful, they moved inside of wall Sina. You had a brother in the military too. You joined at the same time – he was a year older than you – he ended up being first and chose the military police brigade.

The next morning, you and Levi took a carriage to your home. Your parents made you and your brother promise to visit at least once a month, and you both decided to visit the first Sunday of every month – which was today. You knocked on the door and it was your mother who opened the door.

“It has been so long. Ah, and you must be Levi, right?” your mother welcomed you in.

“Yes.” Levi answered.

“Come in.”

“Your brother is not there yet.” your mom told you. “Do you want to drink something?”

“Tea please, black tea. For the both of us.” you told her.

“I feel uncomfortable here.” Levi whispered once your mother was gone.

“Let’s just tell them the news and then we can go.” you reassured him.

Your mother brought back the tea and she sat on the couch in front of where you were. Your father was nowhere to be seen – he was buying groceries at the market – and your brother was probably still sleeping.

“I heard a lot about you Levi.” you mother finally said.

“Levi’s very popular.” you answered seeing that Levi did not know what to say. “He is humanity’s strongest after all.”

“Good, then I know my daughter is safe beside you.”

“Y/N is strong, and she doesn’t need me to protect her.” Levi insisted, “But that does not mean I won’t do anything in my power to protect her of course.”

“That’s good to hear.” your mother smiled gently.

Just when you wanted to continue to talk, the front door opened, and your brother and father came in. You brother hugged you, then went to hug your mother.

“Captain Levi!” your brother burst out. “You have been going out with captain Levi this whole time?” he asked you.

“Yeah, don’t be jealous.”

“It’s an honour to meet you.” (Y/B/N) told the captain, ignoring you.

Levi quickly started to relax around your family, and you were all chatting together, talking about the military and what your day looked like. After a few hours of discussion, you still did not find the right moment to tell them about your pregnancy.

“When are you going to tell them?” Levi whispered to you.

“I don’t know how to, it feels weird.”

“Do you want me to tell them?”

“No, I’ll do it. I can do this.” you cleared your throat loudly to bring their attention to you and stood up. “I came with Levi today because we had something to tell you.”

“Yes?” your mother smiled.

“I am pregnant.” you announced with a big smile.

“Oh, my dear, that is wonderful!” your mother cried happily.

Your family congratulated the two of you and asked a ton of questions about when it happened, and what you planned to do once the baby arrived. After telling them that you were planning on staying at the survey corps after the baby came. You would probably be less involved, but you could not leave your second family. At night, after taking the extra food your mother had prepared, you left.

“Why aren’t you guys sleeping?” you said seeing the cadets at the entrance.

“We were waiting for you.” Armin said.

“Is that food for us?” Sasha asked excited.

“No.” Levi answered. “Y/N is tired, so leave.”

“I’m fine, I’ll take the food to the kitchen and we can eat this together tomorrow.” you told them. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you won’t be able to wake up tomorrow.” you warned them leaving with Levi.

—————

The first few weeks of the pregnancy were going well – you worked in the office with Levi mostly, but you would also help Hange with their paperwork. Being pregnant as a survey corps soldier meant being able to have extra food during meals, being able to skip cleaning duties. You could sleep in late in the morning and no one would say anything to you.

When your baby bump started to show and you could not fit into your pants anywhere, you would go around in either dresses or in Erwin’s pants that you cut so it would not be too long.

When you were seven months pregnant, Levi started to become more and more protective of you. He would not let you carry anything, not even your food tray. He forbad the cadets to come even near you knowing how reckless they were. Only Mikasa and Armin were allowed to come and help you. Which obviously upset the other cadets.

“But dad that’s so unfair! I want to help mom too!” Jean pleaded.

“Fine, Jean you can help.” Levi finally accepted only because Jean called him dad which was one of Levi’s weak spot.

“Me too then!” the others shouted which only made Levi walk away.

When you heard about it, you reassured them that it was ok for them to stay around you. Around that time, you also stopped wearing your shoes since you could not put them on, on your own. You walked around in your slippers all the time.  

Nine months into the pregnancy and Levi never let you out of his sight. He would rest in bed with you the whole time.

“What do you want to name our baby?” you asked him one night.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it much.”

“I was thinking about naming her after your mother if it was a girl.”

“What?” Levi asked.

“If you don’t want to it’s fine too!” you quickly shrug it off. “It’s just–.”

“I’d like that. It’s a great idea.” Levi cut you, “I just thought… I didn’t think you would like that name.”

“Of course, I do! What if it’s a boy?”

You both brainstormed all the ideas you had before falling asleep.

You were outside with Levi during his training sessions with the cadets with a book. They were all taking a break, so you decided to join them, but when you stood up you felt something weird between your legs.

“Captain! Mom just peed herself!” Eren yelled panicking.

“Her water broke you idiot!” Sasha yelled at Eren.

Levi was definitely panicking like Eren, but he would not show it. You took a carriage with Levi direction your doctor’s house. After a few hours of labour, the baby was still inside of you.

“I can’t do that anymore.” you breathed heavily. “Just take it out!” you yelled, taking Levi hand in yours.

“It’s here, just push one last time.”

You let out a last scream and pushed as hard as you could before you heard cries.

The doctor cleaned then wrapped the baby in a blanket before giving it to Levi.

“Hello.” Levi whispered to his child.

“Is it a girl?” you asked weakly.

“It is.” Levi said looking into your eyes lovingly.

“That’s good.” you smiled when you heard a knock on the door.

“Hello.” Erwin came in with Hange and the cadets behind him. “They insisted on coming with us.”

“We bought you some flowers.” Connie handed you the bouquet.

“My favourite, thank you so much.” you teared up.

“You idiot you made her cry.” Sasha hit Connie behind the head.

“Mikasa’s the one you picked the flowers.” Connie defended himself.

“I love the flowers you guys. I’m just very tired and extra emotional.”

“Do we have a baby brother or sister?” Armin asked.

“You have a sister now.” Levi answered. “This is Kuchel.”

“Can I hold her?” Erwin asked.

“Well,” you started, “you are the godfather, of course you can.”

“Me too.” Hange exclaimed.

“You, maybe later.” Levi stated. “In a year or two, so when you drop her, she would be fine.”

“It happened once when you taught us how to hold babies.” Hange mumbled.

They were all around the new-born while Levi was laying down next to you, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You have the best mother in the world Kuchel, you’re so lucky.” Armin whispered to the baby.

—————

One night, at the boys’ dorm, a few months after Kuchel was born–

“Do you think it’s weird for us to call squad leader Y/N ‘mom’?” Eren asked. “Now that she has her own, real kid, what does that make us?” Eren continued. “We’re just a bunch of cadets again to her.”

“Why are you always thinking so negatively?” Jean sighed.

“They’re not our parents.” Eren stated sadly.

“Can you stop being so pessimistic for a minute?” Armin shouted. “She is the closest mother figure I had since I was a child, so stop this. Plus, it’s not like ever corrects us when we do. So just stop, please.”

  You obviously noticed Eren’s attitude changing towards you – you tried to talk to him, but he kept avoiding you. You asked Armin and Mikasa about it and Armin just told you not to worry about it which was not possible.

One night, as Eren was taking a walk on the training grounds, you approached him silently.

“Are you ready to talk now?” you asked him. “And don’t even think about leaving before telling me.”

“I’m fine.” Eren said avoiding your gaze.

“Eren.”

“Squad leader Y/N.”

“Since when do you call me that?” you retorted.

“It is your name.”

“If there is something wrong, you can tell me. I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“You have a kid now; you can’t worry about me– about us.”

“What?” you asked confused. “Why not?”

“Because!” Eren yelled.

“Because what?” you kept your voice calm and low.

“Because you’re not my mother! And I’m not your kid. We’re just a bunch of soldiers.” Eren cried out. “You have a real kid now, there’s no need to play family anymore.”

“Is that what you think? Is that what you all think?” you asked but Eren did not answer, “Eren… I may not be your birth mother and I would never dare to replace yours, but you are family to me. You all are. Seeing you all calling me ‘mom’ is fine, if you see me as a mother figure – it’s fine. Because I see you all as my grown-up children.” you teared up. “And that’s not going to change with Kuchel around.”

“You haven’t been spending as much time with us as you used too.” Eren guessed hesitating.

“I haven’t been sleeping much to be honest. Kuchel is crying a lot at night. That does not mean I forgot about you. Or you guys.” you turned around finding the rest of the cadets hiding behind the pillars.

“We weren’t spying!” Jean said. “We just… happen to be there.”

“I’m sorry.” Eren apologise. “I’m a terr–.”

“You’re not. You’re amazing Eren.” you hugged him which resulted in all the other boys joining the hug.

From the window of Levi office, he could see you guys hugging.

“See Kuchel,” Levi pointed at you while holding his daughter, “They are weirdos.” he sighed. “Your mother loves them though. I find them tolerable. I guess you can see them as your older brothers and sisters. You’ll grow up with a big family which is great. I’m sure you’ll love them as much as your mother do.”

—————

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

Levi would talk to your baby bump when you were asleep.

You would be often seen with vegetables in your hand – always eating them as snacks.

You would cry for absolutely no reason too. The first time it happened, Levi was worried sick. You had dropped your apple on the ground and started to cry. From then on, Levi would just hold you tightly until you stopped crying.

The first time it happened in from of Erwin was when he offered you a new baby blanket. He thought you did not like it, but Levi quickly reassured him that it was fine. “I– I– I looove it!” you sobbed.

The first time it happened in front of the trio – Armin, Eren and Mikasa – it was because Armin kept talking about what he read about baby stuff.

“I will be the best brother ever!” Armin promised with a big smile. “No, why are you crying?”

“This is too much for my heart!” you sobbed. “You are too sweet Armin!” you hugged him.

“I’ll be a good big brother too!” Eren said hugging you.

Mikasa from behind pushed Eren and Armin aside before taking you in her arms.

“You both made her cry, I did not. Obviously, I’m the better sibling here.”

When it happened with Connie, Sasha, and Jean –

Sasha and Connie were walking in front of you and Jean.

“This Sunday is a day off; I’ll probably go and buy something at the market with Connie and Sasha.” Jean told you, “Do you need anything?”

You tried not to let tears fall but it was too adorable for you.

“Mom! Why are you crying? I’m sorry!” Jean panicked.

“What did you do you idiot!” Connie slapped Jean on his shoulder.

“Mom don’t cry, please. Dad’s going to kill me when he’s going to find out.” Jean realised.

At the same time, Levi walked in.

“What’s going on?” Levi asked.

“Nothing!” Jean said hiding your face on his chest.

“Y/N?” Levi said. “Are you ok?” to which you only responded with a thumb up. “Are you crying again?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Jean hesitated, “I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine.” Levi said, “she’s been crying a lot these days due to the pregnancy.”

—————

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT KUCHEL

Kuchel first word is ‘clean’ – Levi is always talking about it when he is around her.

Kuchel favourite cadet would be Sasha. Sasha is only sharing her food with Kuchel and she loves food too.

Kuchel loves playing ‘to fly’ with uncle Erwin and uncle Mike – the giants of the survey corps.

You bought matching outfits for Levi, Kuchel and you which Levi secretly found adorable.

————— ————— 

————— ————— 

Squad Leader Mom gets badly injured

[atths--twice]

Chapter Three

The next morning, he arrived at the diner earlier than usual, just in case she changed her mind and needed his help. He had also stopped at the local pharmacy store and picked up some art supplies on his way: construction paper, crayons, colored pencils, a coloring book, a pink notebook, and a pack of unicorn stickers. He did not know what Ivy liked, but as an uncle, he knew kids usually enjoyed drawing and coloring. 

He felt nervous as he looked around, setting his things down in a larger booth, on the off chance that he would need more space. 

He had spent time with Dana outside of the bubble of the diner, met her daughter, been to her home… it made him see her differently, to worry about her and Ivy. He did not want to come across that way and so he was glad of having a moment to collect himself before he saw her. 

“Hey, hon,” Lucy said, walking up and touching his arm as she smiled. “You setting up here today?” 

“Uh… for now. Is… is that okay?” he asked and Lucy shrugged as she smiled at him. 

“Bit slow right now, so make yourself comfortable. Coffee?” 

“Yes, please. Thank you, Lucy.” 

“You got it, hon.” 

“Thanks,” he said again as she walked away and he removed his coat and scarf. 

He took out his laptop, notebook and pen, setting them on the table and placing his bag on the seat as he slid into the booth, leaving Ivy’s things inside his bag for now. Keeping an eye on the door, he waited to see if she would be arriving soon. 

“Here you go,” Lucy said, bringing him his coffee and a danish. “You need anything else?” 

“No. I’m good for now.” He smiled at her and she nodded, walking over to another table. 

He opened his laptop and turned it on as he added cream to his coffee. Glancing up, he saw Dana, alone, hurrying through the diner wearing her navy blue puffy coat and blue and white striped beanie with a gray puffball. Smiling at Lucy as she said something he did not catch, Dana laughed and then her gaze landed on him, halting her steps for a second. 

Looking at her watch, she raised her eyes to him again and held up one finger. He nodded as she smiled and continued walking into the kitchen, Manny, Joe, and the kitchen staff calling out their hellos. 

He waited, his heart pounding in his ears, knowing he was being ridiculous. Why was he so unnecessarily nervous? It was just Dana, the same woman he had spoken to for months. 

But it felt different, he thought and he tried to push that thought away. 

He heard her laughing and then she was walking toward him, her coat and hat gone, hair in her standard French braids and low bun, apron on and coffee pot in hand. She smiled as she reached him, touching his shoulder and adding a splash of coffee to his mug. 

“Hello,” she said softly and he immediately felt at ease, all nervousness gone. 

“Hi. You’re sans child this morning. You apparently found other arrangements,” he said and she nodded with a sigh. 

“Thank goodness. It’s a huge weight off my mind.” 

“That’s good,” he said, glancing at his bag, glad she did not know what was inside, not wanting to be seen as too pushy. 

“My sister is a stay at home mom and homeschools her girls. She lives a couple of hours away by train and she offered to watch her for the rest of the week, actually through Sunday. She has two daughters, just a little older than Ivy, so it will be fun for all of them to spend time together and she will still have some schooling. She took the train down last night, arriving after Ivy had gone to sleep, and they left this morning.” 

“Oh. Well, that’s great.” 

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve never been away from her for more than a weekend and even that has been a long time. It will be weird to be alone in the apartment.” 

“I’m sure.“ 

“Yeah…” She smiled at him and looked around. “I gotta get to work, but I’ll come check on you. Thank you again for offering to have her here with you. I really appreciate it.” She touched his shoulder again and he nodded. 

“I’m gonna change tables, seeing as she’s not coming and I don’t want to take up a large space.” 

“That was thoughtful of you,” she said softly. “Thank you.” 

He nodded and she watched him as she walked away, turning away at the cross way so as not to run into anyone. He stood up and moved his belongings to the table he usually occupied. Sitting down to an open document on his laptop, he waited for inspiration to hit, even as his eyes strayed to Dana more often than he felt they should. 

But nearly every time, she looked back with a smile and he could not help but answer with one of his own. 

_________

Inspiration did hit and he lost himself in his writing, only noticing time passing as his stomach growled. With a sigh, he looked up, ready to take a much needed break. Dana caught his eye and smiled as she walked over. 

“You’ve been busy,” she said and he nodded. 

“I didn’t realize so much time had passed.” 

“That’s good isn’t it? Means you’ve gotten a lot of writing done.” 

“Yeah. Of course then I have to edit it and sometimes all these words end up in the trash, so to speak. It’s a process.” 

“Well…” She shrugged and smiled again. “Would you like something to eat? Would you like some company? I have a break due.” 

“I would love some company,” he said with a smile. 

“Great. Do you want anything in particular?” 

“Surprise me,” he replied and she smiled, walking to the kitchen. 

He cleared away his clutter and made space for her to sit down, moving his bag and coat beside himself. Wiping the table down with some water and a few napkins, he sat back down and waited for her. 

“Here we go,” she said, bringing out a tray of food. She set it down and he saw that it was club sandwiches, fries, and bowls of tomato soup. “This soup is a little spicier than the one on the menu- Manny makes a special pot for us as some of us like it with a little kick. I hope that’s okay.” 

“Sounds great.” He took the plates and utensils off the tray and arranged them on the table as she took the tray back to the kitchen. 

She had taken her apron off and put a zipped sweatshirt over her uniform shirt when she came back, carrying two large glasses of water for both of them. Everything set, they began to eat. 

He smiled as he watched her wiping her mouth after each bite, always making sure it was clean. She opened her sandwich and added mustard, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth with a satisfied nod. 

“So, I don’t know if I’ve ever asked you what your book is about. Have I?” she asked, smiling kindly at him and he fell even further in love with her. 

“Um, I’m not sure. I don’t really talk about it as I’m still hopping from different ideas.” 

“Is it fiction? Horror?” She shrugged and he smiled. 

“Fiction, but I’m trying to let the story come to me as opposed to forcing it out. Today was mostly descriptions of characters and their backstories.” 

“I see.” 

Her phone beeped and she took it from her pocket, reading the message with a smile and sending one back at lightning speed. 

“Ivy’s having fun. They’re painting pictures.” She turned her phone around to show him a picture: Ivy and her cousins all in front of easels at various stages of painting. 

“That’s good for her. Oh… I see Princess Pandy has made the trip.” He smiled at the sight of her laying across Ivy’s lap. 

“Oh, she never goes anywhere without her.” She put her phone down after another glance at the picture. “She’s had her since the day she was born. She was given so many stuffed animals, but the panda was her favorite from the moment she could differentiate between them. Always had her with her.” 

“That’s sweet.” 

“Don’t tell her, but…” She leaned forward and he smiled as he did the same. “… I have two backup pandas stored away, just in case something happens to Pandy.” 

“Is that right?” he asked with a chuckle. 

“It is,” she said, leaning back and popping a fry into her mouth. “I have a girlfriend who has a little boy. He had this stuffie that he loved. It had a bear face and little arms and his “body” was like a small blanket. He loved that thing. Well, one day he left it on a plane and it was no more.” 

“Oh no. Please tell me there is a happy ending.” 

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “But she had to search for it as they don’t make them anymore. She found someone on eBay who had two and she bought both. When they arrived, she washed them a few times, getting them to a more “lived and loved” state. When she told him Beary had found his way back, her son stared at it and then smelled it, saying he didn’t smell the same.” She smiled again and he smiled back, completely understanding what she meant. 

“She told him that he had been on quite the journey. That he had left the airplane and been taken to the “left behind” area where a kind old man had taken him home, gave him a wash and then started to search for a way to find where he belonged. She said that he had traveled in many different cars, trains, and one plane. So many people had spent time with him, had loved him, he must have absorbed the scent of their caring.” She smiled again and he stared at her, blinking his eyes slowly. 

“That’s… wow. That’s a great explanation. Did he believe it?” 

“He did and he told everyone that his bear had been on a very long and exciting journey back to him.” 

“I love that. A bit of the fantastic created for him.” 

“Yeah. So… when I saw Ivy’s preference for her panda, I bought two more to have on hand. I rotated them when she was little, so they were loved and became worn in, but always only one out at a time. She has the main one now, but if anything happened, I think she would be more accepting of the replacement as it’s not brand new. You know?”

“Yeah. I think so too. It’s a smart idea.” nodded and she exhaled deeply, reaching for the bowl of soup and pulling it closer. 

They ate in silence for a few minutes, eating their lunch. Lucy came by and refilled their water, winking at them as she walked away. 

“So you’re on your own for a few days. What do you plan to do?” he asked with a smile. 

“Hmm,” she hummed and shook her head. “I don’t really know. I have things I want to do, things I say if I only had the time and now I do, but what I’ll probably end up doing is drinking wine and watching Netflix.” He laughed and she shrugged, scrunching her chin.  

“Nothing wrong with that.” 

“No. But I do have things to do. It’s already the second of December and we don’t have a tree. Not only that, it’s Ivy’s birthday.”

“Really? She’s a Christmas baby?” 

“Nearly was. But no, it’s the eighteenth. I’m glad for it as I was worried she would be late and arrive on Christmas. She was right on time though, as if she knew my concerns. I think it would have been fun, but harder later, not really feeling like she had her own day, you know?” 

“Yeah. I can understand that, especially as it’s a day nearly everyone celebrates.” 

“I try to make it a big deal for her.” 

“I’m sure you do,” he said with a smile and she smiled back. 

“We do two advent calendars. A Christmas one we buy, with chocolate treats inside, and the other is a birthday one with little gifts for her every day. Building up to the big day and the gifts she will get.” 

He smiled again and shook his head. Her whole face lit up when she spoke about Ivy and it was endearing to watch. 

“It’s just little gifts: new crayons, Play-Doh, these little squishy animal toys she likes, a book, and socks. That girl loves socks. She probably has more pairs of socks than anyone.” 

“Really?” he laughed and she nodded. 

“It started when she was about three, when she was more aware of her clothes and what she liked. She was drawn to socks and always wanted to wear them, no matter the season. She loves them.” 

“That’s really cute.” 

“And inexpensive, which is nice. I can get her socks in dollar bins, or spring for something more expensive and she would never know the difference. It’s great.” He laughed again and she smiled. “She’s really into knee socks right now. I usually put her in tights under her pants when it’s cold, but… she had an accident one day trying to get them and her pants off and they had to dip into the emergency clothes the school asks us to send. She was very embarrassed and cried when she told me about it. So, knee socks are much better to avoid any other catastrophes.” 

“Poor kid. I completely understand,” he said, remembering a time when he was younger and the same thing had happened to him. His teacher always had a box of extra clothes in the classroom for mishaps. She was extremely kind and kept his situation private, but it had still been an embarrassing moment for him. “Knee socks are a better choice. And more fun for her, I’m sure.” 

“Definitely.” She glanced at her phone and then looked at him. “I have seven minutes and I need to get back.” 

“Okay.” He smiled and she began to eat more of her sandwich. “Hey, would you want to go get a tree after your shift?” 

Covering her mouth with one hand, she chewed and raised her eyebrows. Swallowing hard, she continued covering her mouth and swallowed again. 

“You wouldn’t mind?” 

“Mind? Not at all.” 

Swallowing once more, she nodded, reaching for a napkin to wipe her mouth. 

“I’d like that. Last year we had a fake tree and it was good but…” 

“No, a real tree would be better.” 

“I would like that very much. As long as you’re sure.” 

“More than sure.” 

“Then it’s a date,” she said with a smile and he grinned.  

“I’ll be right here when you’re ready.” 

“Okay,” she said and he nodded, happy to once again be spending time with her outside of the diner. 

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Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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