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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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teacher's pet.

(teacher!coriolanus x student reader)

summary: desperate to pass chemistry, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you stayed until late at school.

based on this ask.

c.w: teacher x student, reader is 19 due to repeating a year, oral (m. recieving), cum swallowing, boob pinching/biting, p in v, mildly public sex, spitting, explicit content, explicit description of sex.

being the worst student at the academy and having repeated a year, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do your best this year, not wanting to be left behind again.

however, chemistry was the worst class you could have had, it didn't seem to make sense in your pretty little head, you would always pout with the pencil against your lips and would be crying without any tears running down, it felt humiliating. you could aways feel the teacher staring at you across the class and laughing at the faces you made to his class.

he was one of the few teachers that were actually descent looking, always had his hair perfectly combed and god, how can one look hot with glasses like his?

you questioned yourself everyday about how you were supposed to pass his class, the only answer you could find wasn't something that he would be willing to do, i mean- he didn’t seem like someone who would let his student suck his dick in order to get good grades.

but you were desperate. desperate times calls for desperate answers.

so now, for your own surprise, you were on your knees now, who would know that he would actually accept it?

"c'mon, professor snow. i'm sure you have a lot of tensional pent up, i can make it go away." you said, your fingers brushing up against his as you quietly smiled at him.

"and why would you do it?" he asked, not even looking away from the tests he was correcting as he pulled his hand away from yours.

"this way everybody wins, don't you think? you get relief from your stress and i get my grades to, you know, graduate."

"and why do you think i would do it?"

"i see how you look at me, professor." you smiled.

and for your upmost surprise, he angrily looked at you, pinning you to the table. "if you want to suck my dick so much you don't have to made up lies to get on your knees." he said, and you gulped down hard, heat going all the way up your cheeks. you almost said sorry for the disrespect but you were immediatly shut down by his lips slamming on yours.

you hummed something, but it only served to let his tongue into your mouth as he made you sit on his desk, your legs getting spread up to let him closer to you.

you passed your arms through his neck, letting him deepen the kiss more than you thought that was capable. by the end of it, there was a small, almost invisible string of saliva connecting you both. you looked into his eyes with your own confused ones, even though you were the one who proposed that.

in less than a few minutes, you were on your knees, seeing him drop his pants to his knees, his hand grabbing his dick and slapping your face with it as you gladly suck on the tip of his dick, earning a groan out of his mouth.

"are you really that desperate?" he asked, his answer being the bobbing of your head on his cock as your hand found the base of his dick that didn't fit into your mouth to masturbate it. "fuck, seems like we have a answer."

his hands found your head quickly, it isn't even necessary to say that he was pounding his dick into your mouth, every groan he made was kept into your brain as you licked him, from the veins to the tip.

insatiable, you drooled all over him, getting him as wet as you were right now. he pulled you away from his dick by pulling your hair back, taking advantage of your agape mouth to spit on it.

he pulled you to stand up, bending you over the desk as he ripped your panties out of your body, shoving it into your mouth as he finally caught a sight of your bare wetness.

"ohh," he chuckled, grabbing your ass with gluttony. he kissed your shoulder, ripping the buttons of your blouse and freeing your boobs from the fabric. "it seems like you were dirtier than i expected you to be," he murmured, dick pressing against your core. "how naughty."

he pinched your nipples, twirling them and making you moan once you were finally penetrated by his dick. he grunted at how tight you were squeezing his dick.

it didn't happen as quick as you thought it would. even after you already came on his cock, your moans echoing through the classroom as he kept on hitting you from behind.

milking him with your walls, you were a drooling crying mess, the panties shoved in your mouth didn't allow you to voice your pleas, and that was the only way he had to keep you quiet, you didn't knew why nor how but he seemed to be aware that you were a loud fucker.

with that being said, you gifted him with the view of you fucking him back, bouncing on his cock as you closed your eyes shut, it didn't matter if they were open or not, your sight was blurry enough for you to notice him.

turning you to look at him, he put you to sit on the table before entering you again, kissing your temple and your tears as he fucked you raw- after all, why would a teacher bring condoms to a school? pushing those thoughts away, he fucked you dumb, he took the panties out of your mouth only to pull you in a nasty kiss, his saliva mixing with yours as he sucked on your neck, kissing the hickey he just gave you.

"you're almost cumming aren't you?" he asked, and you nodded frantically "i can feel it. your pussy is clenching on my cock like you're in heat." he said, chuckling.

for your relief, he thrusted inside you once again, his cock kissing your uterus just right to make you cry as you came on his cock.

he pulled out of you, cumming on your stomach and chest instead, he wouldn’t be making you pregnant- not today.

drooling and breathing heavily, you gulped down, tasting the dryness of your throat.

"g-grades... how are m...my grades?" you asked, and he chuckled as he pulled his pants up.

"i just fucked you raw and you're talking about grades? how cruel." he joked, and you didn't even answered rightfully, trying to breath.

"you passed, dear. you had passed already even before doing all that." he said, kissing your temple and walking away.

your eye twitched, did you really just fucked a teacher for a grade you already had?

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leiawritesstories · 8 months

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I'll Take Care Of You

Rowaelin Month, Day 6: Forced Proximity

a direct continuation of THIS FIC (the emergency contact prompt) (@goddess-aelin you were right about them...knowing each other...earlier...)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talk (oops), NSFW, and the loosest ever interpretation of "forced proximity" as an excuse for smut lol

Enjoy!!!

@rowaelinscourt

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"Stay with me, Ro?"

More emotions than she could count flashed across his face. He followed her into the hotel room, closed the door, and leaned himself against the door frame, resting the weight of his gaze on her.

"I'd love to.”

Aelin thought her heart was about to beat right out of her chest as she walked slowly into the hotel room, every inch of her skin hyper-aware of Rowan’s presence just behind her, close enough that she could practically feel his labored breath against her neck. He closed the door and flicked the lock, the quiet click of metal as loud as a thunderclap in the thick silence of the room.

She dropped her purse on the desk, stepped out of her shoes, and attempted to unbutton her sweater. “Dammit!” she grunted, vexed with the way her immobilized arm made it impossible.

“Let me.” In seconds, Rowan was beside her, unbuttoning the large buttons with a few dexterous flicks of his fingers.

Aelin’s blood heated at the memory of just how dexterous those fingers of his could be.

Clearly, his thoughts had gone in the same direction, because he closed his hands around the woolen knit of her sweater and used it to tug her closer to him, leaving barely a breath between his heavy breath and hers.

“What do you need, Aelin?” His voice–gods burn her, his voice–dropped to a gravelly rumble, its rough timbre scraping deliciously against her burning nerves.

“I–”

The air conditioner switched on with a deafening whoosh, causing her to jump away from him in momentary shock. Her injured shoulder twinged with pain, and she hissed.

“Shit!”

“Aelin!” Concern splashed across Rowan’s face, dousing the simmering desire. “Are you alright?”

She slipped the sweater from her shoulders and experimentally touched her injured one with her good hand. “I’m alright.”

He heaved a massive sigh of relief. “You had me fucking scared, Ae.”

“Why?” She sat down on the bed (the only bed in the room, as she was just now noticing) and locked her eyes with his. “We barely know each other, Rowan.”

“Now that’s just not true.” His concern faded once again into desire, and he leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of her, and murmured his next words right into her ear. “Or have you already forgotten the way you screamed my name two nights ago?”

She gasped, her back arching as if pulled into the sinful promise written all over his face. “I’m injured, Ro.”

“I can see that.”

“I’m in no condition to repeat everything we might have done that night.”

“Clearly.” He dragged his burning stare over her hammering pulse, brushed the pad of his thumb across her pulse point.

The simple, almost innocent touch turned her lingering doubt into searing passion. “The nurse said I needed someone to take care of me while I recover,” she mused, covertly undoing the zipper of her slacks.

“I’ll take care of you,” he rumbled, leaving absolutely no doubt that he would.

“Just…just be careful,” she whispered, catching his chin with her good hand and bringing his attention fully to her.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her softly, gently, a promise made without words. “Don’t worry, Ae. I will.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

His answer was another kiss, this one deeper, slower, drawn out so that she arched into his touch. “Lie down, love, let me take care of you.” He leaned over her and adjusted the pillows, then guided her down onto her back so her injured shoulder was supported.

She refused to admit that her powerful surge of feeling was anything resembling love.

“Why don’t we get rid of all that constricting fabric?” Rowan hummed, deftly unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it off, and unfastening her bra nearly as fast. It was strapless, so he had no issue slipping it through her sling and tossing it carelessly to the floor. “Better, love?”

Aelin could only moan at the sudden sensation of cool air against her flushed, bare skin.

He smirked. “And I don’t think we need these, either.” Her slacks were swiftly discarded on the floor, leaving her wearing only a pair of lacy little black panties. “Did you wear these all day, Aelin?” he murmured, trailing one finger over the dampened lace and chuckling at her soft, needy whine. “Were you hoping to take them off for me like a good girl?”

“Yes,” she moaned, the word tearing itself out of her throat in a desperate whine.

“Such a good girl.” He withdrew for a moment–just long enough to toss his jacket to the floor, undo his tie, and roll his sleeves halfway up his forearms. “Lie still, love. Remember, you need to relax and let me take care of you.”

She exhaled shakily, willing her body to remain calm even as Rowan–still fully clothed–slid his broad, strong hands up the length of her legs, guiding them apart and returning his hand to her wet cunt, tracing too-light circles against her clit. “Rowan.”

“Aelin,” he parrotted, bending down to kiss her deeply. She melted into his demanding kiss, opening her lips at the first brush of his tongue, and he rewarded her by sliding his whole hand into her drenched panties and thrusting two thick fingers into her.

She moaned, long and loud, bucking her hips up into his hand. He chuckled darkly and trailed his lips down her throat, teasing her with biting little kisses and leisurely curling his fingers inside of her, the sensations divine but just not quite enough to push her into her beckoning orgasm. She smothered her urge to grip his wrist and make him move faster, the effort showing in her breathy little gasps and moans.

“Good girl,” he praised, speeding up the pace of his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm into her clit. She groaned his name, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and he cupped his other hand around her chin, dragged his thumb over her jaw, parted her lips with the digit. “Need a little more, love?” He slipped the pad of his thumb into her mouth, and she immediately closed her lips around it, tongue flicking against his thumb in imitation of what his clever, talented, good girl could do. “Fuck.”

“Fuck!” she echoed, her moan muffled by his thumb in her mouth. The garbled plea only spurred him on, and he pumped his fingers inside her even faster.

“Come for me, love,” he groaned into her neck, crooking his fingers to hit that spot that made her see stars.

With a low moan that went straight to Rowan’s painfully hard cock, Aelin came, clenching around his fingers, her legs shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He stroked her through her orgasm, only pulling his fingers out of her when the tremors had subsided.

“Look how good you are for me,” he murmured, raising his glistening fingers to his lips.

She groaned softly as he licked his fingers clean, watching his eyes roll back at the taste of her on his tongue. “Let–let me–”

“Let you what, love?” Without warning, he tore her soaked panties off, leaving her completely nude while he was still completely clothed, only the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone.

The contrast made her even wetter.

“Let me take care of you,” she pleaded, breathily.

He shook his head, softness creeping into his expression. “Tonight is about you, Ae, not about me.” Before she could protest, he stepped back from the bed and rapidly stripped off his clothes.

“Fuck,” she breathed as he lowered himself back down onto the bed, fitting his sculpted beauty against her hypersensitive skin.

“That’s the idea,” he teased. He laughed softly at her little snort. “Come here.” Smoothly, he rolled onto his back and positioned her above him, careful to move slowly so that he didn’t bump her injured shoulder.

“Ro–oh gods!” Aelin broke into a moan and rocked her hips against his, feeling his hard, heavy cock slide easily between her soaked thighs. “Rowan!”

“Aelin,” he gasped, guiding her down onto his cock and groaning thickly at the almost too-perfect sensation of her cunt gripping his cock. She groaned along with him and braced her good hand flat on his chest, steadying herself as she began to rock her hips. “That’s it, love,” he encouraged. “Ride my cock like you were made for it.”

A garbled moan tore from her throat, and she moved faster, more erratically, her head tipping back as she hurtled closer and closer to her second orgasm of the night. Rowan matched her pace until she started begging, then sat up in one smooth motion and pressed her as close to his chest as possible without hurting her. He cupped one hand at the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair, and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, whispering dirty praises against her skin.

“You close, Ae?” She nodded, panting, her breath ragged. “Give me a little more, love, I know you can do it.” His other hand slid down her spine, fingertips grazing her ass before his hand wrapped around her hip. “That’s it–ah, good fucking girl,” he groaned as she clenched around his cock so tightly his brain froze for a moment. “Aelin!”

“Ro!” she screamed, her body going loose and pliant against his as she came so hard her vision went white. Dimly, she felt his orgasm explode with hers, but she was so consumed by the force of her orgasm that she lost all coherent thought for a few moments.

He moved with her as they both came down from the high, dropping soft, sweet kisses all over her neck, collarbones, and shoulder. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed in his ever-present faint scent of evergreen forests as her body slowly calmed down.

After they had both settled, Rowan lifted Aelin off his lap and carried her into the bathroom, where he filled the spacious bathtub with comfortably hot water. He carried her into the tub and allowed her to settle back into his lap, quietly reveling in the feeling of her gorgeous self pliant against him, letting him carefully clean her up. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a soft towel, ever careful of her injured arm, and within a few minutes, he was readjusting her support pillows and helping her get settled in bed.

She tugged on his hands. “Stay.”

Who was he to resist her? “Of course.” He slipped into the bed, and she immediately curled as close to him as possible. She was asleep in moments, a soft smile curling the corners of her lips.

Right then and there, she was the most beautiful part of his life.

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yumikattodl · 3 months

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Diabolik lovers Blood Bloued Dark no 1

The driver driving the car woke me up. I got out, took my luggage, and was standing in front of a large part of the mansion. The sun was shining in the sky. So it's day now? Taking my luggage, I entered the residence grounds. Then I went to the door and knocked. Nobody opened it, I was never patient. When will someone open this door? I don't want to wait all day for someone to open it. I knocked about 20 times and no one answered.

My patience ran out and she opened the doorI heard a noise as if I had hit someone. I looked around and saw a man with navy blue hair whose hair I hit with a door. Not damn it! It wasn't supposed to be my first meeting with my roommates.

Who the fuck are you ?! A princess to drive me through the door! - Granted Granny - hair.

He was angry with me. - I'm Yumi Katto, I'm sorry, accidentally - for the grant-hair woman introducing myself

. - Ruki ... -Kun, did it hurt? - asked green - hair boy full of bandages. "I love pain, if you don't want to, I can take it," he said.

- Hey .. Do you like pain? the pain asked. I didn't really know what to say.

- Azusa - kun does not ask a new person about it. - The blond said. Green hair, he didn't say anything else.

- Although you will meet all of us there. - He explained dark blue hair. I followed them into the living room. I didn't know there were giants here..

"So I'm Kou Mukami," the blonde said "I'm Yuma Mukami," he introduced himself red-haired. Giant. - And this - he pointed at the green hair. Blond. "Azusa Mukami .." he said without emotion.

- I'm Ruki Mukami - navy blue introduced himself - hair. Karlheinz, she was right she was all brothers. - And you are not free to introduce yourself - said navy blue - hair. Before that, I introduced myself to him. I think he's angry at that door. - And you must not freely introduce yourself - said the navy blue - hair. I introduced myself to him earlier. I think he's mad at that door. "Yumi," I muttered. "Now that we know, you must know we're vampires." Ruki said. It didn't surprise me that I had known about vampires for a long time. Ever since I was a kid. - I understand.

- I replied, not too surprised by this fact. There was a little confusion on their faces. - Sow, ruki will lead you to the room - Yuma. Did he just call me a dungeon? I thought. Where I remind him of this animal! "You'll be fine," said ruki. I nodded, following my navy blue hair.

- You know that if you run away, you will be punished. I will explain the rules of this house to you later. You will be punished for breaking them.

Ruki said warningly. - I understand.

- I didWe stopped in front of a brown door. - To your room. Ruki said and disappearedI opened the door and saw a gray room.

- Wow ~~! She widened her eyes. But fun ~~, I said, walking into the room with my suitcase. I went to the closet and started unpacking my things. I unpacked my stuff after 3 hours. Phew, finally. And now I can rest. As soon as I said this, I heard a knock on the door. Do they have any sensors what a human wants to do? I thought.

- umm .. Please. - I did A blonde man entered the room.

How he had a ku, keu. I've never been good at remembering names.

Okay, get them to start carrying cards with their own names until I remember them. This idea seems pretty good.

- Ta da ~~! Gift! - behind the blonde pulled out a bouquet of red roses. They pass them on to me. I was very surprised, I didn't expect to get roses someday.

- Thank you - I thanked the blonde.

- Hey, do you like this? The blonde asked. "Yes," I said to the blonde.

- Hey, is that good? And free of charge. Money? Jewelry? How about a dress? What do you want, I'll give you everything. It's free, okay, right?

- The blonde said too much, I do not understand what he means.

- I'll give you anything you want and for free? - I don't need anything from you.

- I said truthfully.

- Hmm. You don't need anything. Come with me ... ...

- The pissed-off blonde said. Why did he grab my arm so hard it hurts ...

- I did everything in my power to be a nice person. You don't seem to understand my point of view at all. Am I spoiling you too much? Hey …… you're pissing me off right now.

I have to discipline my cocky M Neko-chan. The blonde said walking with me to the door of the mansion. He pushed me out the mansion door, it was raining.

- You'll stay here until you understand !! he said, closing the door.

- Kou-kun. Why are you doing this ... ...

- I asked, grabbing the handle that didn't move, I even closed it from the inside, I won't go in. I'll be sick if I stay in the rain.

- You'll stay here until you understand !! he said, closing the door.

- Kou-kun. Why are you doing this ... ...

- I asked, grabbing the handle which did not budge, even closed it from the inside, I will not enter. Staying in the rain I'll be sick.

-? Why, isn't it because you were conceited? - He said pissed off

- Haha, M Neko-chan, it's started raining see you later! he shouted. “J-See you …… Wait Kou-kun !! Don't leave me here! - I screamed. He's not here anymore. I think he's having a great time at my expense. It's cold in here ... I'm shaking with cold. Mr. Karlheinz where did you leave me? Home to selfish egoists. I woke up in my room? How did kou-kun throw me out into the rain before the mansion door closes it, preventing me from entering?

- What is? I asked with a question.

- Are you awake? M Neko-chan. The blond said. So he's here too.

- Hey, open your mouth. - The blond said. Not wanting to oppose him. What if I throw me out into the rain again? Or do something worse. I did what he said. Kou kun kissed me. It was my first kiss. This is the situation most girls dream about. But I ... I wanted to cry out of confusion and fear. In one moment he throws me out, in the other he kisses what is it? Why kou-kun? ..

- Why did he kiss me? I said to myself - kitten, are you satisfied? Hey …… you said a moment ago that you didn't need anything. Now, aren't you glad to have a nice, warm bed to sleep on? "Yes .." I nodded.

- Haha. And yet you open your mouth with arrogant remarks to the person who gave you life now …… So you said you didn't need anything because you had everything …… The blond lunged, looking at me.

- So I decided. Let's make a deal. You will pretend to be my girlfriend. Each of ours will benefit. After all, you are arrogant.

- He said. Wait? Co! Who is he so I have to pretend I'm not a toy ... For loan ...

- I do not agree. she announced.

- Nobody asked for your opinion! It's good that you agree ^^

- the blond man said happily ...

- But I don't agree. In the end, I did it against my will. With this blonde. - What did I get myself into ...

Part 2

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zablife · 2 years

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Hey hun! Super congrats on the 600 🥳 I saw this gif and thought maybe it could be a combo of your ☎️ and 🗣 because it gives me such professor!Cillian Murphy vibes with his cosy sweater and jazzy glasses 🥰 And who doesn’t love a bit of smutty Cillian in a position of authority, eh? 😉

I love your work so much - you give such vibrancy to your characters, esp your OCs. It feels like they jump off the page (well, screen) in 3D, which is such an amazing skill to have. Thank you for being such a great writer and for sharing it so generously with us all here, xx

Hi darl, tysm for this amazing request! I LOVE the gif inspo as well😍I had a lot of fun with this even if it did turn a bit angsty. I drew inspiration for the last lines from Bob Dylan's song "Just Like a Woman," which is one of my favorite songs. I included a bit of smut as well, which I hope you like!

Professor of English literature, Thomas Shelby

*Professor Shelby is always calling on you in class, asking difficult questions and pressing you for your opinion, but you can tell there’s an attraction there. However, your papers are returned with challenging remarks and lower than average grades.

*When you ask for tutoring after class he puts you off at first saying he’s too busy, but you persist. When he agrees to meet with you the only time available is late in the evening after his colleagues have gone home.

*He sips whisky in the dim lamplight of his office as he has you recite Chaucer from memory. When you flub the lines due to your exhaustion, he sighs with annoyance and makes you start again. Your hands tremble, not wanting to disappoint him.

*When you inevitably cry from frustration, he stands and takes you by the shoulders, “Told you you should have been studying,” he tsks, wiping the tears away.

*”I have,” you assert firmly, “but I’ve also had work and my other classes, Professor Shelby. Please, I’ll do anything,” you plead, sliding a hand down the front of his trousers.

*He pulls away with an amused smirk, scoffing, “I can get a fuck whenever I want, love. Why would I want to bed a university girl?”

*You felt incredibly foolish as he turned you away, but you wondered what his intentions were as he kept bumping into you all over campus. How did he always know where you would be? He would show up during your shift at the cafe, walk by during your study group at the library and drive past as you finished your workout at the gym. Was he following you?

*Everyone said he was sleeping with Professor Stark in Linguistics. She was tall, dark and elegant. Rumor had it she spoke seven languages and had lived all over the world. How could you possibly compete with someone so worldly and elegant?

*One day in class Professor Shelby stood reciting Blake’s Poison Tree. As he recited the lines about the grudge held against a foe:

“And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles”

You swore he looked straight at you, his sapphire eyes burning a hole into your core with lustful desire. It wasn’t your imagination, he wanted to consume you, but the source of his lust was odd as though he hadn’t made up his mind if it was love or hatred that drew him to you.

*After class you waited for everyone to file from the classroom and you rushed to confront him. “Why have you been following me, professor?” you hissed in a voice just above a whisper.

*Professor Shelby grabbed your chin harshly and said, “Because you’re the most brilliant student I’ve ever met. Your mind intrigues me and now I have to have your body.” He wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth and you crashed into him with reckless abandon. Without care for who could find you in the empty classroom, you made love on the floor by his desk, a desperate attempt to gain dominance over one another, although you allowed him one final act of control when he seated himself deep within in you riding out the waves of his pleasure.

*Catching your breath in the rays of the afternoon light, you buttoned your blouse and fixed your hair. You gathered your satchel and fled from the room, afraid of what the day’s affair would mean to your grades and your reputation.

*Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Tommy had sex in his office, his car and his flat. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you and you wondered if this would become serious. Then one day, it stopped as suddenly as it began.

*You found yourself watching him in class, licking your lips as you watched him recite poetry from the front of the lecture hall, but he never returned your gaze. You caught yourself looking up from your books during study sessions waiting for him to pass by your table, but he never came.

*One night you decided to visit him in his office for a tutoring session and heard the unmistakable moans of a woman in the throes of passion and you turned on your heel, knowing he’d moved on from you.

*When you confronted him about it, he took your hands and held them out from his body as though you were no longer permitted such familiarity, “We have to stop.” When you looked hurt and began to cry, he rolled his eyes and scoffed coldly, “You’re just like all the rest. You make love like a woman, but you break just like a little girl.”

*Before you left you had to tell him how you felt. You knew this would end eventually, but the way he was doing it was so cruel. “Tommy, do me a favor. One day when I’m a famous author and we’re introduced again. Don’t let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Everyone will hate you,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster.

*Holding fast to the idea you would one day reclaim your dignity was all you could do to maintain some level of control despite the spiral of fear and shame you felt in that moment.

@shelbydelrey

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katierosefun · 3 years

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hello !! first of all congrats on finishing all of your essays !! idk what you like but my current favourite is def the seven husbands of evelyn hugo it made me feel many things it's amazing !! and one of my my all time favorite books is deathless by catherynne valente, it's a historical fantasy retelling of the russian tale about koschei set in the 1900s

OOOOH i’ve been meaning to read the seven husbands since forever, so thank you for reminding me to get it! and also, oh, i’ve been really digging russian fantasy ever since reading the bear and the nightingale, so i’ll def. check it out!!

#answered #me: seven husbands.....the wlw book yes? the one with the killer lines i see floating around tumblr???#bro yes i'm adding these to cart #blou me away

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leahblackk · 3 years

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Through thick and thin

(Not my gif. Whoever made it thank you and I’m sorry)

Request: Could I request an angsty pregnancy fic with a happy ending? Thanks

Summary: Reader is pregnant, she was happy about it. Joy all over her body, her and Spencer had been married for two years now, and a child was all they wanted, until she heard him confess something that made her think. Does he really want a child?

Warnings: Mentions of the kidnapping between JJ and Spencer, only that JJ is not the one confessing. Pregnancy, marital problems. And mentions of blood.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

So… this is my first time writing about pregnancy. This is traumatic. But beautiful at the same time. Let me know what you think of this here. And here is my masterlist.

Tagging: @measure-in-pain and @alexlovescriminalminds

Joy.

Happiness.

Excitement.

Those words weren't enough to describe what Y/n Reid was feeling. It was, maybe, a combination of all of them in their higher level. Emotions all over the place, playing with her as little children. What a funny comparison.

She sat on the cold bathroom floor. Her shaky hands held with force a positive pregnancy test, marking her future. She was pregnant. Truly pregnant.

It was a revelation—something she wasn't expecting.

Well… Maybe a little. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have that test in her hands.

She thought of that as proof of the immense love she and Spencer shared so dearly for all those almost three years. What they had been through, it made them stronger. And maybe this was a reward for them not giving up. That was what she preferred to think of.

She couldn't believe it!

However, she couldn't deny the nervous feelings mixing with the happy ones as she thought about everything. She never threw away the idea of becoming a mother, but she didn't think about becoming one so soon.

She felt scared. Of course, she did. She always thought that bringing such a pure, innocent creature into the wicked and malicious world wasn't a very good thing. And she was also scared of the future ahead.

Parenting doesn't come with a manual, she thought.

She didn't have a normal job, and neither did her husband. Both FBI agents. She was scared of leaving too early and not being able to be there for their child.

Of course, she was scared.

But happiness remained in her soul when she looked down at the test. Mostly to think about Spencer's reaction, she thought it would be pure happiness as he has always dreamt about forming a family. The way he acted around Hank and Henry was proof of his parental abilities. And now that was their reality, but at the same time, she feared that precious dream would eventually turn into a nightmare.

She was over the moon, but she feared she would come down eventually.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, not sadness. There was no sadness in them. She was happy! Even though all that anxiety and insecurities, she was delighted. She now was going to be able to teach their child things about life and things she learned. Be there for them. Loving them and letting them know the world wasn't a bad place in its totality. Even when they face monsters, the heroes remain up and fighting with all the strength they got left.

And mostly, her heart felt warm at the thought of Spencer being a dad. She knew he would also be worried and nervous, they've discussed this topic before, but just like her, he wanted that with all his heart. He truly wanted, or that was what he told her. That was what she believed.

She imagined him carrying the baby around, being that fantastic father she knew he was. Celebrating holidays together, mainly Halloween, as they both were obsessed with the festivity.

She felt butterflies. Everything was going to change now, and she was sure it would be for the better. She hoped it was going to be for the better.

She stands up and hides the test behind some pills and lotions on the counter. Then she looks at herself in the mirror, her hands wandering down to her belly. She lifted her black blouse feeling the soft fabric in the process, and saw her stomach.

She smiled softly. She didn't have that much time, but she was already excited.

"Angel?" she heard the soft voice of her husband coming to the room.

She put her blouse down and wiped her tears away, trying to look as normal as possible, fixing her hair, and then she got out of the bathroom to meet her beloved husband. Hiding the news behind the smile and sweet eyes.

She looked at those hazel eyes, and that fluffy caramel hair that was a little bit wet because of the shower he had taken an hour before. He wore a grey suit with a lavender purple shirt and grey tie as well. He looked stunning.

"Hi, love," she smiled, finally saying something. Spencer's beauty was something that mesmerized her every time.

He looked up at her. She was glowing, and he was happy about it. His breath got cut once more, as it always did. His eyes lit with love and adoration, getting closer to her and putting his hands around her waist. He breathed in her scent, that one that made him feel at home, in peace.

She was his home, and he was hers.

He got her closer to his body, starving of her touch and warmth. Spencer kissed her head and then connected her forehead with his with soft movements while he closed his eyes, and she did as well.

To be honest, Spencer was upset.

He could feel something different. Maybe not in her, but in the surroundings. He could feel something bad, and the only way to calm his anxiety and running thoughts were being closer to her.

So he did that.

"How are you?" he asked.

Y/n chuckled, which made Spencer smile, still with his eyes closed. "We woke up together. I think you know that already, don't you, honey?"

He let out a chuckle, "Did you know that people, even married ones, can keep secrets from their partner? Sometimes they hide things because they are afraid or maybe because they don't want to feel like they are a burden," he quickly rambled. "So.. are you okay?"

She almost thought he knew about everything, but that would be nearly impossible as she verily knew now even. Waiting to give the news. She sighed and opened her eyes. She looked at him, so peaceful, so beautiful with his eyes closed and his long eyelashes resting carefully.

Spencer felt her gaze and opened his eyes, looking deep into her, falling in love even more.

"Yes, I am, love. What about you?"

"That depends on you?"

"How come?"

"Would you give me a kiss?"

"I will give you all the kisses you want."

"You are so cheesy sometimes," Spencer joked and chuckled when his wife let a gasp out and softly smacked his arm.

"You are the one asking for kisses. You know what? I'm gonna deprive you of them now. Go away, sir," she said, trying to keep a smile and wanting to turn around, but he hugged her and hid his face on her neck, kissing her softly. He pulled away and looked at her.

"It's Doctor for you, Reid."

"Then you cant call me Reid."

"Why? Is your last name, isn't it?" He smiled at the thought of it.

"It is, but you married me, didn't you?" she put her arms around his neck. Spencer hugged her closer.

"I had the honour and luck to do so, yes."

"So then as your wife I call you however I want."

He looked down at her lips, licking his own, "Fair enough," he whispered.

"My eyes are up here,” she joked.

"I know, I'm just looking at my next sweet," and before she said anything, he connected their lips together while they softly danced with love and passion. Spencer couldn't communicate his feelings too well, and the only way he got to do so was with touch, so with that. He kissed her, and he whispered I love you little million times.

And she kissed him back with the same love and passion. Without rush, or hurry or worry, just love, pure love.

But their love got interrupted when Spencer's phone started ringing in his left pocket. He growls in the middle of the kiss, and that makes his wife chuckle.

He pulled away, grabbing her face with his hands, feeling her softness, and giving her little quick kisses. The phone is still ringing as its life depends on it.

"Answer," she said.

"Alright, I will," he said, taking his phone out, but before she left, he gave her another quick kiss. "For good luck," he whispered.

…

Y/n wasn't going to work that day, even if Spencer was just called in a case. She talked with Hotch, saying that she couldn't make it because she had medical stuff to do. He didn't entirely believe her but still, let her be.

She called Penelope, her best friend, to come into her house as she wasn't needed right now in the job so they could go and check her baby.

But she hasn't given the news to the blonde girl just yet.

A knock on the door took Y/n out of her phone. Spencer was texting if she wanted some company with her while she went to the doctor, she used the excuse of going with the gynecologist. She, of course, denies it as he did was needed in the field, besides, he couldn’t found out just yet.

Y/n got up feeling a little bit dizzy with the sudden movement and walked to the door. "Why the doctor? Are you okay, baby?" Pen quickly said as soon as her friend opened the door.

"Hello to you too," she chuckled, and the woman smiled. Y/n step aside, letting her free path into her sweet household. "I have something to tell you, but you can't tell anyone just yet, Pen. Promise me?"

"I promise, don't worry," Pen quickly said, sitting down on the couch in the living room, taking a pillow, and putting it on her lap. She waited silently for Y/n to start talking, but she couldn't let the words out. For instinct, she put her hands on her belly, something she had been doing since she found out about the new coming member. Pen gasped, the movement being evident to her, "Are you? Are you pregnant with a baby genius?"

Again, she couldn't let the words out of her mouth and just nodded with tears coming down her eyes. Pen gasped again, tears following down as well. "Oh my god," Garcia let out.

"Oh my god indeed," Y/n chuckled.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this… No, wait, I can. You have been acting weird. You have been craving my sweets more often, which I didn't consider odd as I know how well I bake but… oh my god. Does boy wonder know?"

Y/n shocked her head, "I just found out this morning. I'm not ready to tell him just yet."

"And do you want to be a mother? Because if you don't, I completely understand," Pen said, worried.

"No, I mean yes, yes. I want to Pen. I just, I'm just nervous, and that's okay. It's been too quick, and all of a sudden, but I do," Garcia smiled sweetly.

"Can I be the godmother?"

"Thought you would never ask," both women laughed.

…

"Alright, Mrs. Reid, let's see your baby," the doctor said, putting the cold gel on Y/n's belly. She let out a soft gasp because of the coldness of it.

Pen was the most excited. She was about to jump and scream for excitement, but she just smiled, trying to keep calm.

"Okay, Mrs.Reid, that's your baby right there," the doctor points to the screen beside her. That was, tiny as a bean, but it was her baby. Their baby.

"Oh my god, they look just like Spencer and you," Pen said with happy tears on her cheeks. Y/n and the doctor laughed. That wasn't true. They weren't fully formed just yet.

"They look like shrimp," Y/n laughed.

"That's because they have four weeks," Doctor Montgomery explained.

"A month," Y/n whispered.

They have been inside her for a month now.

A month.

Pens phone buzzed. She took her phone out. It was a text from Emily.

Spencer and JJ are held as hostages. You and Y/n need to come right now.

It's funny how happiness can be turned down as quickly as in a blink of an eye. Or text in this case.

Y/n turns to look at Pen with a smile on her, but the smile quickly turns into a frown. The change in her mood was noticeable. That text upset her.

"Is everything all right?" Y/n asked.

Pen only softly smiled.

No. It wasn't.

…

"Truth or dare. That's your game, right?" JJ said, standing up while the unsub pointed his gun at her, "I'll play," Spencer looked at her with worried eyes.

"I will as well," The doctor said. He wasn't going to let her friend like that.

While Spencer's wife stood next to Pen playing with her ring, Garcia tried to envision the shop. Pen looked at her, "Baby, you need to sit down. That won't make any good to baby bean," Garcia explained.

Y/n nodded and sat while she heard the keyboard being tapped with fast moves, "We are in!" she said while having a clear vision of Spencer and JJ in the shop.

The unsub walked around JJ, "Okay, agent. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

JJ looked at Spencer, "I'll play first," he quickly said. He knew JJ’s secrets, they were best friends but he won’t let her out just like that, when it was so difficult to get to even tell her best friend.

Y/ns breath got cut.

"I was talking to her," Casey directed the gun to Spencer.

Y/n and Pen held hands, being too nervous about what they witnessed.

"I know. But she's innocent. She doesn't have good things to confess. I-I do," Spencer said.

"Why'd you have to confess, pretty boy? Huh?" he chuckled and walked to Spencer. "You have a perfect life—a beautiful one. You are an FBI agent. You are married, with a beautiful wife. I've seen her," Spencer looked down, thinking about his wife and this morning. Oh, how he wished to be in her arms now. But at the same time, he felt disgusted by the way Casey talked about her. He had seen her.

Casey turned around and turned back to shoot next to Spencer. Y/n jumped and let a soft sobbed. Garcia looked at her. She had her hands on her belly. She noticed how she has been doing that a lot.

"I dare you to say something you are afraid to say, then, Pretty boy. Tell me something no one has ever known, something real," Casey said.

"I-I am afraid of forgetting the people I love. To forget what I have lived with them, to forget who I am," Spencer said.

She knew that.

Y/n knew that.

Casey chuckled and shot the woman beside him on the leg. She gasped out of pain and tripped over the floor, "Boring! Give me something more. I know she knows that. Tell me something no one knows, Spencer, or you won't live out of this to come to her."

Spencer trembled with the piece of glass behind him.

He was afraid of leaving his wife... Truly afraid. To leave her alone.

He had to say it.

He had to.

Even if that would cause him trouble.

He only hoped she didn't hear it.

"Come on!" Casey exclaimed.

"Everyone thinks," he breathed in and out. Trying to untie his hands while blood came down to the floor, the glass cutting him as well, "Everyone, even my wife, thinks I want to have children. And at some point, I did as well. But I concluded that I didn't want to. There's too much risk. There are too many things. I don't want to have children, and I don't know how to tell my wife that."

Silence.

Silence was everything Y/n heard.

She could feel Pen's hand grasping hers. She could feel her heart beating and the movement on her stomach. She knew it was all on her mind. Their… her baby couldn't move much just yet.

But besides that, she felt numb.

Completely numb.

She was pregnant and excited to tell her husband the news. But now, she heard him say he didn't want to have children.

What was she going to do?

She loved Spencer

But she loved their child too.

Her child.

Hers.

If Spencer doesn't want any part of that, that's okay. She won't force him. But she was going to have her child.

"Hot damn, that's what I'm talking about," Casey laughed, "But not good enough to save her life," he pointed the gun to JJ, but before his trigger was pulled, Spencer pulled his first.

Casey, with a gasp, went numb to the floor.

He was now dead.

…

Spencer and JJ got out of the shop. He saw his wife talking with Penelope and Hotch.

He could see her upset. She was trembling and with tears in her eyes. One of her hands was on her stomach, and the other moved while she talked.

Did she…?

No.

She couldn't.

She was at the doctor's.

She couldn't.

"Spence," JJ said behind him.

JJ knew Y/n was pregnant. Not because someone told her but because she saw it in her. She had been pregnant as well.

She knew.

Spencer turned around.

Her face said it all.

His wife was pregnant.

That realized everything.

Her sudden appetite. Her sudden dizziness.

And now the hand on her belly. She wanted to feel the baby. To protect them from the world.

She was pregnant.

Her wife was pregnant.

Y/n was pregnant. His Y/n.

And he said all those horrible things.

His world came down. Y/n looked at him, and Spencer turned around to look at her as well. She was sad, upset. Tears came down her cheeks.

He had hurt her and their baby with his words.

"Is she…?" Spencer was scared to say it out loud. But he didn't need to ask. He knew.

"Go talk to her," JJ said. It wasn't something she could say. It wasn't something she had to be in the middle. It was between them, and JJ respected that. She respects her friends.

Spencer walked to her wife. Y/n turned around.

"I need to get out of here, Pen, please," she sobbed.

Hotch looked at her and then at Spencer.

He walked to Spencer, stopping him while Pen guided Y/n to the SUV.

"What are you doing? I need to talk to her before it's too late," he said desperately. He couldn't lose his wife.

"She's agitated right now, Spencer, but she's willing to talk to you. Just give her some time. All this stress isn't good for… her," Spencer looked at him.

"I know she's pregnant."

"And you are a genius, Spencer. You must know good stress can affect a baby."

He nodded.

He couldn't lose them too.

…

Y/n came to their house with Penelope by her side. Y/n sat on the couch and put a blanket over herself.

"You can go. I'll be fine," she softly smiled.

"And leave you and my godchild alone? Nope, that's not happening."

"Pen, they need you more than I do right now. You must have some work to do, and I need some time to think before he comes back."

"But call me if you need anything Y/n. And when I say anything is anything. Even if you can't reach something," Y/n chuckled.

"I will."

Pen gave her a quick kiss on the forehead to then put her hands on her belly, "Your daddy loves you even if he's confused right now," she whispered to her stomach.

Y/n tried to keep the tears in while Penelope walked away from their home, and when she was sure she left, Y/n let the sobs out.

…

Spencer ran with all his strength to their home. That's where Penelope told him she was. He couldn't let her go, them go.

He entered the house and looked for her. Tears coming down his face when he couldn't see her anywhere near.

Spencer went upstairs and opened the door to their shared room. He let his breath out, the one he didn't know he was holding when he saw her on the bed, but his heart broke when he saw the bags. She didn't leave, but she was going to.

"Angel," he said softly.

She looked up at him.

Guilt.

Fear.

Sadness.

That "Angel," didn't feel the same.

"Angel, please," he walked to her and kneeled. "Let's fix this," he let out a sob.

She shooked her head, "There's anything else to fix, Spence," she softly said. She wasn't mad. She was hurt—deeply hurt.

She didn't blame him for not wanting to have children. She didn't.

She blamed him for not telling her before. But she wasn't mad either. She understands.

"Yes, there is. I know how you feel but let me explain…"

"No, Spencer. I'm pregnant, and you don't want to have children. I understand that. But I do. I do want to have them," she put, once more, her hand down on her belly. Rubbing it. Spencer looked down at her stomach and sobbed, "I understand if you don't want to. I understand the risks and your problems, and I won't force you to. I won't. That's why I'm leaving," she put her hands on his cheeks caressing them, he looked up at her, "I'm not mad at you Spence. I'm not. You were the best husband and the best man I have ever known. I will always love you, but I won't give up on my child."

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Her words hurt him like a knife digging into his heart. She was going to stand up, but Spencer put her arms around her waist, putting her down. She was going to complain, but Spencer rested his cheek on her stomach, then kissed it repeatedly. His lips pressed there, he spoke.

"H-hi baby. It's your dad," Y/n sobbed, "I owe you and mommy an apology, but she's a little stubborn and didn't let me speak. I bet you would be just like her, "he chuckled, "I-I don't entirely know if you can hear me. All the things I learn about babies are confusing now, but you will be a genius just like mommy and me, so I bet you hear what I say. I-I said to the bad man earlier I didn't want to have children, and I won't lie and say that was a lie because it wasn't, until now. It's a lie, baby, it is. I want you, okay? Daddy was just scared. You know, grandma has something called schizophrenia, and that's an illness that can be passed to your children, and I was scared you would have it too, or that I would. But grandma is lovely. Grandma, besides your mommy, is the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I have ever known. She raised me correctly, just like mommy and I will with you, baby. You will be so loved. Can you forgive daddy for what he said? He didn't mean those words. He was just scared," he looked up at his wife, who was crying with a small smile, "And you angel. Would you forgive me?"

Y/n nodded. She couldn't let the words out, and Spencer put his hands on her face kissing her deeply. Just like they did earlier.

"I love you. I love you both."

"We love you more, Spence. We do."

He cried.

He had a family now.

What he wanted before the fears and insecurities attacked him. He had a family on his own. He didn’t need to watch now his friends children and wish they were his.

He had one now.

He put his lips once again on her belly kissing it over and over, apologizing. And they spend the whole night talking about their baby.

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #doctor reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #angst #spencer reid request #Spencer request #spencer angst #Spencer Reid angst

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fanfiction-artist-prototype · 2 years

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wash gets hit by a quirk that sends him into the bait and switch universe

the problenm? no one really realises he is here

and wash doesn't know it's all a game

My man's just in the facility?

He didn't even get sent to his own ua training grounds? Man got fricking Isekaied into the worst possible timeline?

Oh amazing blou if this is you doing your worst you're gonna have to stop spoiling me.

1) Wash wakes up, sees he’s in a mostly abandoned, excluding the robotic citizens who tried to attack him on sight - since UA has an anti-infiltrator procedure since the teacher’s are too far away if a threat did happen in the robots, city with a random voice he can’t quite place over a city wide speaker every so often announcing people are dead and deicides the quirk sent him to some hell cyborg/robot controlled future.

He doesn’t even *question* the sanity of the answer he’s reached it and that’s what he’s going with.

2) He runs into the hero team at one point and recognises them as the kids from the sports festival and that they’re still the same age as when he left so his previous theory is destroyed but when he tires to ask for help they attack.

(They think it’s either like an objective for the villain team or that it’s a test of what happens if a random threat appears in the middle of a crisis so don’t even question it.)

3) The teachers have no idea wtf Wash is doing there, but since he looks equally as confused and lost they guess that it’s a quirk incident. Nezu sends All Might and Present Mic to go get him - since those two are best adept at dealing with the robots.

4) It turns into a three person man hunt curtesy of all three heroes finding each other only to be spotted by both the robots, the hero team AND the villain team who don’t communicate AT ALL but each come to (baring the robots who are working under their protocols) the conclusion that they have to play keep away from the other team.

5) Wash is in middle of playing deadly hide and seek with Kumicho when he just *pops* back into existence in his own universe and decides he’s keeping a close eye on UA because what the actual ever living fuck are they feeding those kids!?

#ask game #the old bait and switch #piecesareeasilysacrificedwhentheyrenameless #au with 5+ HCs

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aobawilliams · 2 years

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you got a rose and....

Awww thank you so much Blou, I'll cherish it!

You get a random sentence in exchange:

Shouta started walking away again, leaving him in the shadow of the bridge.

“Just give up kid, you’ll need more than pretty words and a dream to become a hero.”

Send me a 🌹

#cro answers #flower wip #blou babe #cro gets art #sometimes i write #sewer might au

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beammetothemoon · 5 years

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Hm how about 1, 6, 9, 13, 14, 15, 22 for Blou!!

Thanks for the ask, Liz!!! I don’t want to speak for Branlin so you’re going to have to let me know about your half of the ship!! Clap. Clap.

For Blou (Branlin and Luciano)

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Luciano was drawn to Branlin because while traveling together, he found their personalities mesh together very well, plus she’s super cute and he loves listening to her talk about things that interest her. She’s got a cute voice.

6. Who is the big spoon?

Lou is usually the big spoon, but he also really loves Branlin being his jetpack.

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Lou is pretty open about his romantic feelings and likes to vocalize his affection all the time. Other feelings, he usually bottles up, especially those regarding his family, but Branlin eventually becomes someone he confides in and tells everything.

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

Lou tries to put on a strong act. He doesn’t like being away from Branlin, and if it’s a long separation, he’ll keep saying he’ll see her soon, trying to convince himself. Burying any negative emotions with “soon. I’ll see her soon.”

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

Lou associates Branlin with warmth, fire, books, heights, braids, long conversations, sweet kisses.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

HMMM, probably. I’m not really sure how Branlin views him in detail, but Lou hides a lot of his more complicated opinions and feelings until he’s more comfortable so there would be some difference. Also, I imagine he’s a lot harder on himself.

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?

BUDDY COPS that also kiss.

OC Romance Asks

#asks #oc asks #luciano #branlin #blou #we need to go through these questions together my friend and catch some blou feels

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guesst · 2 years

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wow what status did i manage to achive in your head that you tag things as "it's not blou" xD am i that chaotic in your mind?

how would you feel about being shrunken to ant size?

i was convinced anonymous anon who wishes to torment me was you

being shrunken to ant size.... would be fun actually as long as i am not crushed and stay away from all animals

#asks #a wild blou has appeared

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libidomechanica · 6 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #rejected training texts: 6172 #Markov chain length: 4 #243 texts

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pinksausageduo · 7 years

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an assignment & an outfit

member: park jihoon genre: fluffy summary: college au! fashionista au! you and jihoon end up getting paired up for an assignment and you end up getting super close, how will he react when you ask him to choose and outfit for a blind date? requested: yes, i’ve combined two requests together!

you were a fashion major at a college, it was your dream to be able to design your own clothing line

it was your final assignment of the semester and you were supposed to run your own pop up shop for two days

it took a lot of preparation to get to that stage but unfortunately for you in the few days before the opening of the pop up shop

the location which the teacher booked for you ended up damaged because of a small fire

and you weren’t able to get another location for your pop up store in such short notice

but your teacher told you to not to worry and that you wouldn’t fail the assignment but you needed to join with another classmate at their pop up store and work together

she said the only person with the similar style of clothes as yours was park jihoon

so she put you two together

you couldn’t help but feel a bit pressured to be paired up with park jihoon

he was the star pupil of the class, he never really talked to anyone, nobody knew whether it was because he was shy or standoffish

but he had a few friends outside of the course

he was also known for his incredible good looks all around campus

anytime he walked into a room girls would start whispering and giving him love struck eyes

you couldn’t blame them he really was handsome

she said she’ll inform him and you can make arrangements about it in tomorrow’s class

you walk into class slightly bummed out as your friend kept talking about how excited she was for her pop up store, you gave her half hearted smiles and short responses

you remember you need to talk to jihoon-ssi so you head your way to his table you progressively got more and more nervous as you approach him

you say shyly with a small smile “hi, i’m y/n, i’m really sorry for the inconvenience of this whole situation, i hope we can work well together though!”

he gives you a small polite smile in return and says “it’s no problem, our location is a really nice boutique which is similar to the type of clothing we designed”

you sigh in relief, happy that jihoon doesn’t hate you for having to share a location and that he’s actually very polite, a bit cold though

you ask him “would you like to meet at the campus cafe later at around 8? to review our designs, the layout of the boutique, the presentation of the clothes and all the minor details?”

you blushed slightly asking him to get coffee with you even if it was only for the course

he replied smiling “yes of course, oh and here’s my phone number so if anything pops up i’ll text you”

you exchange phone numbers and bid each other goodbye

you go back to your dorm and look over all your designs which are all formal attire, most of them being extremely detailed and expensive looking dresses

before you know it, you were at the coffee shop and you hate to admit it but you made sure to put a little more effort into looking good but you couldn’t explain why

you see jihoon already waiting at a table for you

he gives you a warm smile and a wave, you exchange quick greetings

you ask what he wants and he says a cappuccino

you were about to go to the counter but grabs your hand and gently sits you back down

you blush at the sudden skin contact, he says to you with a sweet smile

“no, y/n, I should pay, what would you like?”

“oh no! i should pay, you’ve been so kind about the whole pop up situation” you reply a bit frantically

he smiles at you once more and asks you what you want, you huff and you realise he won’t let you pay and you say a vanilla latte

he comes back with your drinks, you take a sip and you can't help but give a relaxed smile, jihoon couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked when you smiled

anyways surprisingly to both of you spent hours talking at the coffee shop not just about the assignment but also about all your personal lives

you couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy whenever jihoon smiled at you or you accidentally made skin contact

and jihoon couldn’t stop helping himself wanting to make you smile or laugh no matter how corny his jokes were

he admired your sweetness and enthusiasm for clothes

you both dismissed these thoughts as just initial friendship idiots

anyways both of you decided to meet up the next few days at the pop up store location to organise all the different clothes and make sure everything was in place

jihoon already did heaps of advertising for the pop up store and already had a quite a big following on instagram

you both realised it was closing time

“thank you so much again, jihoon for doing all of this” you say gratefully

“of course it’s no problem, oh wow it’s already 12, let me walk you to your dorm since it’s so late” he says sweetly

“no it’s okay i can walk to my dorm myself” you protest

he just raises his eyebrow and you give in and allow him to walk you home

he beams at you as you agree and you smile back

you talk as you walk and whenever you accidentally brush hands you couldn’t help but blush

jihoon on the other hand, a part of him was screaming to hold your hand he dismissed the thought even though he has a really strong urge to do it

you ended up being super cold and shivering and like the gentleman he is jihoon gave you his hoodie

you accept it gratefully as you put it on you can’t help but feel so nice and comfy in his hoodie

you end up at your dorm quicker than both of you wanted

“goodnight, y/n, sleep well” he says softly looking at you straight in the eyes

“goodnight, jihoon, sweet dreams” you reply back

that night you ended up sleeping in jihoon’s hoodie feeling warm and loved

and he ended up of thinking about you, the girl who saved herself in his heart BAHAHA I HATE MYSELF BUT I HAD DO THAT FORGIVE ME

the next few days you and jihoon had a blast

setting up the store was so much fun with him

you’d always joke around and both of you became super close

“YAH! JIHOON STOP HIDING MY DRESSES!!!”

“I DID NO SUCH THING, STOP ACCUSING ME OF LIESSSS”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU PARK JIHOON”

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE IM TOO CUTE”

you’d scream at each other and it’d end up you chasing jihoon around the store then he would end up chasing you and it’d just be a huge mess

which ended in both of you just laughing on the floor clutching your stomachs

jinyoung, daehwi, woojin and guanlin would always visit the pop up store

Daehwi and Jinyoung because of free clothes and woojin and guanlin to tease the both of you

guanlin would always say to you “y/n! look at jihoon hyung isn’t he handsome?” while smirking like the little sneaky brat he is

you couldn’t help but blush but you just told him to fuck off

he’d then do aegyo being like “you loveeee mee”

woojin would always be like “you and jihoon look so cute together” but you couldn’t get mad at him because he actually meant it and like not really teasing

daehwi and jinyoung always just complimented on your clothes and how you were so much better than jihoon

you’d always smile at them sweetly while smirking at jihoon who just pouted and muttered little shits under his breath

anyways pop up weekend

the store was a huge success

you and jihoon selling every single item of clothing by the middle of the second day

which means you were basically guaranteed to get an A+

you even got a few offers to work at some fashion brands

when the both of you got them

jihoon didn’t even process what he was doing but before he knew it

he whisked you up and spun you around happily I'm sorry for always adding this into my writing it’s just rly cute

but he set you right back down and blushed so red like a tomato

you were also blushing profusely and you couldn’t deny you heart was beating 10x faster than it usually did

anyways your friend texted you saying that she’s making you go on a blind date with this super cute guy so you could get over jihoon

since you basically complained all last night how much you liked jihoon and he could never like you back

you agreed since you really did want to get over jihoon

also a part of you wanted to see his reaction and if he’d be jealous if you told him you were going on a date

as you two were packing the store up you told him

“jihoon-ah, i’m going on a blind date tonight, could you choose me an outfit?” you say as casually as possible

you see jihoon frowning slightly, and a small bit of you feels like there might be a bit of hope

then he grins back at you brightly and that hope instantly dies as he says

“yes of course i’d love to!”

your heart sinks as he says that but you give him a weak smile

unbeknownst to you jihoon is trying to hide his anger, disappointment, and sadness

he finally realised he liked you when anything good happens he wants to tell you first and when anything bad happens he also wants to tell you first

in a matter of days you stole his heart and now it feels like you’re breaking it since you don’t like him back

he’s gonna try and be a supportive friend for you and wait for the feelings to go away

but he completely fails

since he got super jelly

he chooses the most hideous outfit for you and puts it in a bag and tells you it’ll great on you and not to open it until like 30 minutes before the date

you agree and thank him sweetly

even though you’re super bitter and pissed off that he’s completely chill and even supportive on going on a date

anyways 30 minutes before the date you open the bag

and you basically lose your shit

“I’M GONNA WRESTLE THE LITTLE PUNK NEXT TIME I SEE HIM”

your roommate chungha comes sailing into your room

being like tf why you so mad

and then she sees the outfit and she bursts out laughing

“y/n, either he likes you alot and just can’t tell you or he’s being a prick, it’s up to you decide which one.” she says still giggling leaving you in a conflicted state of mind

you look at the hideous outfit

the top was a maroon blouse with about 15 ruffles on each sleeve and a huge bow on the neck

and then the skirt to accompany it was deep purple skirt and platform bright shiny silver wedges to match

you replay chungha’s words in your head and your curiosity can’t help but get the best of you, wanting to truly know if he likes you or not

you cancel the date, basically sprint to jihoon’s huge dorm where he shares it with 10 other guys who you’re all pretty close with

spending hours and hours on your designs and on the pop up store with jihoon you end up being close with them

you bang furiously on the door

and seongwoo opens it

you ask him in a low but threatening voice “where the hell is jihoon?”

he looks at you super confused but also amused since he’s never seen you angry but also can’t wait to witness what jihoon did wrong

and he says that jihoon is in his room

you storm into their dorm and everyone says hi and you just wave back and sungwoon comes into the living room shirtless just as you enter

“SUNGWOON OPPA WEAR A BLOODY SHIRT!” you shout teasingly

“WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE AND DON’T STARE AT MY TORSO, YOU PERV!!!” he screams back at you and lightly whacks you on the shoulder

you just giggle and head towards jihoon’s room glad that sungwoon made you less angry

you open the jihoon’s room door and slam the door shut while throwing the bag which had the outfit on the floor

you uttered one single word “explain”

he looked shocked you were here especially since he thought you’d just think the outfit was a joke and would wear something pretty to go on the date

but seeing your dead serious expression he couldn’t help but help getting super nervous and really didn’t want to lie to you

he was fiddling with his fingers nervously avoiding to look at you completely and stammered

“uh-uh-uh ummmmmm well i-i like you y/n”

your heart was doing backflips but you were so in shock you couldn’t say anything not thinking it was possible he actually liked you back

this completely gorgeous, sweet and amazing guy could possibly like you

then he started rambling his confession

“you’re so sweet and you always make sure to take care of me, you’re also so passionate about fashion and you’re so pretty when you smile. you always make me laugh and smile and i’m always so comfortable around you. i-”

he stops in mid sentence because after hearing all that you couldn’t help but kiss him straight on the lips

it was first rough and passionate but it became much more sweet and gentler, it was a super long kiss and his hands were on your waist, and you arms snaked around his neck

because all the guys were listening into your conversation when they heard a silence they opened the door to find you too kissing and then they started whooping and cheering loudly

you just flip them off while still kissing jihoon damn this is a long kiss

you break apart and all the guys boo

both of you ignore them

and you look at him straight in the eye, noses still touching with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck

“i like you too, park jihoon”

GIVING A MASSIVE THANKS TO @wannabl because she helped me combine these two requests together (lol sorry for tweaking it a bit) EVERYONE GO FOLLOW HER cause she's a sweetheart and an absolute hoe anyways sorry for doing another jihoon scenario i’m just doing requests in time order so forgive me! plus who doesn’t love jihoon anyways. the next three fics i’m working on is a baejin school fic (which i’ve mentioned in my best friend to boyfriend guanlin fic), coffee shop pt3, and a donghyun fic. I’m so excited to write all three and after i do, requests will be open again!

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