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asherloki · 8 months

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heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:

“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”

with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases

if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)

anways, bye <3

"My sunshine"

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.

"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.

"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.

"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.

"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.

"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.

"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.

"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.

"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.

"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".

These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.

"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"

"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.

Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.

"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.

"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".

He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.

"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.

"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.

"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."

He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.

"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"

He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,

"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."

His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.

"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".

"I have also shot one"

"to save john, your best friend".

He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.

"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.

"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".

His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.

"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.

"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,

"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".

I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.

"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.

"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."

"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"

I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".

I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.

"yes, I'll keep you happy ".

"and I'll treat you well."

Tag list :- @astudyinlaura @selcouthangel @a-victorian-girl @callsign-sunshine

If anyone wants to be in my taglist then let me know!

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 1 year

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TBB S2 Ep10 Thoughts!

"Yes, but with a few repairs it will be a slightly operational heap of junk." TECH BESTIE WHY U GOTTA BE SO SASSY I LOVE IT

"Oh. Ingenious Idea." bajdhabxjhanwnxjs CUTE

Also just the fact that Tech taught her how to trace a binary reference code

Or just in general, how he taught her how to use his data pad and let's her use it all the time. I imagine that's not a piece of equipment he gives to just anyone

I like Benni's tattoo but,,,,, he's so tiny why tattoo???

ALSO "WHAT ABT WATER RATIONS?"???? OMG TINY R U OK???

"Mako always takes care of his crew." hmmmmmm yea RIGHT I TOTALLY BELIEVE U

I'm sorry, but the ENTIRE batch on that one speeder???? meme material wth that was so FCKING FUNNY CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT CONVERSATION???

"Alright, I'll drive. Wrecker, you shall sit in the middle, which is technically not a seat. Hunter you'll have to sit all the way in the back, facing the other way and almost fall off, but at least you will be able to be a lookout. Omega, as a treat, you'll get to sit behind me. The only comfortable seat on this entire speeder."

5 mins down the road:"TECH, HUNTER JUST FELL OFF!" "Oh."

The way they took Benni down? dang that was impressive. Specially looking at Omega here. I forgot our girlie gained a lot of skill and guts since last season

Also loving how much Wrecker is enjoying scaring Benni. The way he grabs him and then chuckles when Benni tries to run off I'm---

quick question for the group; is Mako supposed to be Zygerrian? I didn't think about it until the end of the ep when I noticed his eyes looked Zygerrian and he had Zygerrian-esque ears

that little moment between Omega and Benni before Mako showed up???? her telling him he doesn't have to live this way, giving him food, showing him the report, talking abt how her family values her???

talking about their respective homes, BENNI APOLOGIZING???

i ship it :')

Also the boys just talking via their communicators while tinkering with the ship has the same vibes as me and my bestie face-timing while we're doing our make-up before going out. i love it

"So you think you can come here and steal from me?" "Technically-" yes baby tell him >:]]

"One stray shot and we're all done for." "We don't miss." EXCUSE ME SIR HOW DARE U SAY HOT SHIT LIKE THAT

okay okay okay okay

THAT MOMENT WHEN OMEGA'S SUPPOSED TO GET TOSSED, BUT SHE SEES HUNTER FIRING THE GRAPPLING HOOK SO SHE GRABS THE DROID, PULLS IT DOWN AND THAT CATCHES HUNTERS HAND TOTALLY FOCUSED AND CALM??? THE WAY SHE CASUALLY USES HIS PACK TO CLIMB BACK UP AND THIS SEEMS SO NORMAL TO THEM THAT IT DOESN'T EVEN REQUIRE A "good job kid" OR SOMETHING????

OMEGA HAS BEEN TRAINING AND SHE'S GETTING MORE AND MORE BADASS AND I'M HERE FOR IT

ngl, I thought Mako's death was a little sloppyly and lazyly done, but then again these are 20 min episodes so you can't really blame them

that last little convo between Omega and Benni???? SO CUTE

Tech's reluctant "what is it?" was so sweet to me especially considering the previous episode. I feel like he's trying harder to acknowledge her feelings and I AM SOFT

and then he tries (and succeeds) to encourage her and pats her shoulder and WAH YES GROWTH :)))

This ep was kinda filler-esque but I really enjoyed it anyway. Sad we didn't get Rex and Echo picking them up, but yanno, I'm not complaining. This was so sweet and fun and nice to watch :))

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega #clones #tbb s2 #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #anyway

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solkteaa · 7 days

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Hiiii! How are you ?

I Hope you had a good day. I saw your post about taking requests and wanted to request something :)

So my idea was like being Marie’s s/o ( so a x reader story ) that behaves like an old person as in hobby’s and such. This is like kinda based on the comment Callie makes on Marie’s hair…

Preferably I would like a gn!reader but you do as your comfortable I don’t really care! + you don’t have to take this if you don’t want to

Being Marie's S/O, but she has old lady habits.

[Author's note; I literally forgot about this, sorry!1!!! I didn't know how to put this into a story, so instead enjoy the head cannons]

Grrr I love doing these they're so fun

MARIE, who has one of those small beaded coin pouches

She used to collect these pouches and shows them off to you, but now she learned how to make them and even made you one!

She has one for coins and one for those little candies most grandmother always had.

She mainly keeps those strawberry ones and butterscotch ones.

She munches on them before concerts.

MARIE, who has all this money and could get a fancy, brand new Bugatti if she wanted but instead has a 2011 Volkswagen that she refuses to get rid of.

When you first saw her car it caught you off guard. I mean, she's definitely pretty wealthy but it doese make since she's not pretty materialistic, given her personality. Though you'd think she'd at least get a newer model.

When you asked her about why she hasn't gotten a new car yet, she felt judged.

"If you have a problem with my 2011 Volkswagen named Beatrice, you can get out and walk."

Don't judge her car she will fight you over it.

MARIE, who sits on the patio with her little "Fish in the area wants me" mug in her hands every morning.

It's her own little ritual she does.

Every now and then she'll ask you to sit with her, which is a honor as usually she doesn't want anyone to bother her or near her when she does this.

MARIE, who bakes

this originally started because growing up she would make cakes for her parents for their birthdays. To perfect her recipes she would bake everyday until it was were she liked it.

Now it's became a habit.

Considering your her S/O, she'll randomly bake for you.

It's not too rare for you to come home and there will be a fresh batch of cupcakes or brownies waiting for you!

She'll also pull you out of whatever your doing just to taste test for her.

"Marie, I'm in the middle of a turf battl-"

"I don't care, I need you the try this icing."

Just make sure your home when she's experimenting.

MARIE, who gardens in her freetime.

she's always had a green thumb for plants, but I'd like to think the one thing she can't keep alive is orchids.

It's just simply to hard not to overwater them, or give them too much sunlight.

Worse part, they're her favorite flower.

Don't give her orchids, she'll cry.

MARIE, also has a garden in her backyard and plants out through her house.

Her worse fear is being on tour for a month or more and coming back and her plants are dead.

So she begs you to check up on them for her!

Just keep in mind, you kill her plants, she'll kill you.

You swear she gives more love too her goddamn flowers than you at times, but as long as she's happy!!

MARIE, who's bedtime is strictly 7pm.

if she stays up any longer she's a moody and slightly clingy mess.

MARIE, who crochets.

She has many quilts and sweaters she's made.

She would make some custom just for you, but that's too much effort so instead she let's you have some of the ones she already made.

She's also tried sowing.

She kept on poking her fingers over and over again and had enough.

It looked like a murder scene and she'd went through a whole pack of bandaids.

So much for those expensive ass fabrics she bought to make you something.

Never again.

[Unfortunately ran out of ideas but this was fun anyways. Thanks for requesting!!!]

#splatoon #inkling #new squidbeak splatoon #squid sisters #splatoon x reader #splatoon 3 #marie splatoon

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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I’m so sorry my dumbass forgot to send you a request the other day Mk

Could I request smut for Arkhamverse! Hatter? Like, he’s working with another rogue who he falls for and hangs out with her at home one day and things become intimate?

You don’t have to do this is to don’t wanna, so don’t feel pressured <3

A/N: asddfgg okay but no, I do the same thing all the time. So many messages, stories, and comments go unnoticed because I seen it and thought of the reply so surely that equates to me actually doing it?? Nope, nope not at all lmao. You’re all good! Hope you enjoy! My last Arkhamverse Jervis went waaayyy better than expected here’s hoping the same for this one.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (make outs, biting, groping, handjobs, p.i.v. intercourse ), but also an obtuse amount of fluffiness in there (a lot of first times for Jervis happens here, lets gooo), Strong Language, slight mentions of criminal activity

Word Count: 2.9 k (uhh oops…so sorry rip)

Arkhamverse Jervis x F!Reader - Don’t Worry

You wouldn’t call yourself a natural rogue per se. You didn’t want to get your hands dirty unless absolutely necessary. Only ever really leaving your shop for more spare computer parts, every now and then relying on thievery alone to achieve it.

However, no one showed their appreciation more for your services than Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter himself. You found yourself slightly put off when he first came in, it made sense for him to come in, but you’ve heard stories and rumors. You were always one to give everyone a chance.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell whenever he smiled back at you or giggled his gratitude when you complimented his hat. He seemed genuinely excited to be acknowledged in even the slightest positive light.

It didn’t surprise you that Jervis ultimately became a regular. Even if he had already come by that week twice, he somehow always found an excuse to come back.

“Ah yes, to say it suffice, I forgot this for a certain device.”

“No need to worry! I’ll just grab this and then I’ll scurry.”

You remember the day you showed one of the ultimate acts of kindness Jervis had ever received.

“Don’t worry, Jervis, you can take them.”

If it was one thing he could never get enough of, it’s the microchips you had. Which made sense in hindsight to his modus operandi. He came in for another pack of them, but you just handed them back to him.

“What’s this you tell me? I shouldn’t get away with these for free!”

“Jervis, it’s fine. You need them more than I do, I know that for a fact! Consider it a gift, for being a loyal customer. A token of friendship.”

“F-Friendship? Without…something in return for it? Some hardship to earn it?”

Your heart dropped at that. His voice cracked at the revelation of someone genuinely being kind to him.

You pushed through your sympathetic reverie and nodded. Even reaching up and straighten his hat, if it’d been anyone else touching his hat would have sent Jervis in a panic. Albeit, you were different as Jervis started to see.

After that exchange, what once was weekly visits turned almost daily. Very rarely did he not come back even for a moment, even just to say hi or recite some cute little rhyme.

Every now and then he’d come in and ramble about what’s on his mind. Those moments are when you learned how he was treated in Arkham, how he hated the way he was perceived and for how things transpired. You made it a point after that to show him genuine companionship, something he’s mentioned yearning for, for so long.

It didn’t take long before you looked forward to his visits and had to admit how sad it made you when you didn’t see him for sometime. You knew it wasn’t because of anything you’ve said or done, he was a busy rogue after all, but that didn’t make you miss him any less.

The next time he visited, you were going to finally ask him to spend some time with you outside your shop and outside of work.

“Callooh callay! It’s so good to see you, dear Y/N, on such a glorious day!”

“Hey stranger!” You found yourself giggling. “I thought I’d run you off somehow.”

“Oh, no. That’s not true, I always want to see you. I got busy you see, things compounded into twos and threes and fours and more. I…I couldn’t ignore.”

“That’s okay, Jervis. I get it, trust me. But hey, do you have time to spend the day with me at my place? Just today, and you can get back to whatever it is you were working on?” You offered.

Things went silent for a moment, and you feared you may have overstepped until you saw a Cheshire cat-like grin across Jervis’ face.

“That sounds truly delightful, my dear! I’d be honored to unload my troubles and see your humble abode.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You've never seen a more wholesome image than Jervis as he laid back straight on your sofa and he brought his feet up to dangle off the ground.

Jervis looked around your small apartment living room with such intensity. He felt like he was surrounded and embraced by you, he wanted that more than ever in a literal sense but was afraid to push you away, like he's done all those times before with others.

In hindsight you have no doubt it was the dumbest idea to let a high profile rogue into your home. However, you didn't see Jervis like that, well not anymore it would seem.

It only made sense to make some tea for the both of you. When the man wasn't talking about neurons, electricity, and mock turtles he also talked about his preferences for tea.

You noticed him looking around out of the corner of your eye. For a man constantly getting control over others minds, you don't think you could ever get a grip of his own mind. You wanted to at least try.

"Are you comfortable, Jervis?" You chortled as he continued dangling his feet off your couch. You noticed his peculiar striped socks and it made you giggle.

"Indeed." He grinned while looking around more.

You weren't quite sure what he was looking at or for but he seemed to be enjoying himself nonetheless.

"Can I inquire about what you've been working on? I can only hope that my…items were beneficial?"

Jervis pondered for a moment. "Perhaps sometime soon I can show you then. The results of your assistance, my friend." This was the first time he had used the term deliberately back at you, testing the waters.

You smiled when he called you his friend, alas there was a strange sinking feeling about it. You surely didn't want to be just that…did you? No, you found out, you didn't.

Your lack of verbal response made Jervis unsure, he began looking down and twiddling his thumbs.

“Everything okay, Jervis?”

“D-Do you…is it true, that you think I’m a friend to you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Of course, I do. I love being in your company. I look forward to you visiting my shop every time I open.”

The way he sat up, his face almost glowing from happiness was way too cute for his own good.

“Y-You truly mean that don’t you?” He whispered, almost questioning himself if he heard that right more so than asking you.

“I do mean it, you…you mean a lot to me, Jervis. I-um..er..” It was obvious to yourself you were falling for the eccentric ex-milliner, but didn’t want to send the man into vapor lock. He still couldn’t get over the concept of being friends.

“Yes?”

Shit.

“I-um…well…if you don’t mind me saying so…at the risk of making things awkward…But if we’re being honest. I must admit I have grown extremely fond of you…”

“As I have of you, too.” He admitted with a small smile.

You sighed in exasperation. A slow warmth grew under your cheeks, you didn’t need that right now. You just had to find the best way to say this.

“I’m glad, because…I foresee us, well maybe possibly…being more than friends?”

Silence hung in the air, as the rogue sat back and thought about this admission. Do you truly mean it? He may be out of touch with reality most days but he wasn’t entirely foolish, he understood where you were getting at.

Jervis was trying his damnest not to bounce off the couch in extreme delight. “D-Do you…truly see…a future with you and me?”

You nodded. “I really do, Jervis. If you want that…”

“My dear, my sweet darling, Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You felt the sharpest intake of breath from Jervis as your hand came up to cup his cheek, your other hand soon following behind to his other cheek. You glanced again to see any discomfort in his face.

He did seem terrified, but in a way that spoke of insecurity and uncertainty of the turnout. The way his eyes cut back and forth between your eyes and your lips was the confirmation you needed.

The moment your lips touched his, Jervis was a goner. Your heart swelled at the smallest sound of his whimpers, as he clumsily but adamantly kissed you back. When you softly and slowly pulled your lips away, you swoon as you noticed Jervis still slightly leaning forwards with his eyes closed hoping the kiss would continue.

You put your hand on his shoulder to stop him from falling into you. His eyes opened and warmth started tinting his cheeks pink.

You couldn't resist, you leaned in and kissed him again. After a moment, you attempted to take things further. You slightly nibbled on his bottom lip, when he gasped at the sensation you gently intruded his mouth with your tongue.

Despite his obvious inexperience, he took your gesture in stride, allowing you more access and actively twirling his tongue with yours. Jervis’ small soft moans caused your lips and mouth to tickle from the vibrations. You pulled away from him giggling sweetly.

“Jervis, was that your first kiss?” You asked, curiously. You never thought to ask until now, you just got caught up in the moment.

Still rendered speechless from the kisses he nodded. Slowly, but surely coming to the realization himself that was indeed his first kiss. You ask him if he wants to take it further and you’re certain his face flushed a loud pink color, but he still manages somehow to nod, and expectantly waits your next move.

You give him another reassuring kiss before you sit back on your haunches and began taking off your sweatshirt. To say Jervis’ eyes were locked onto your motions like a hawk is an understatement. He’s committed to keep every last bit of this to memory. Not just to recall later, but to reassure himself this is happening and not some other cruel illusion or dream.

As you laid out bare as the day you were born, you couldn’t help but blush at the way Jervis was awing you. The fact that he was in awe of you, staring with eyes blown wide like you’re some ethereal being you’ve decided is worthy to be in your presence.

You lean forward and gently pluck his hat from the top of his head. You whispered softly. “This is usually where you take off your clothes too.”

You pecked his nose and that seemed to wake him from whatever trance you had him in. You tried so hard not to laugh as he giddily began shucking off his clothes. When he’s done removing his clothes, you’re quick to drag his face back to yours and kiss his lips again.

You grab his wrists out of the corner of your eye and began leading them over to your body. Always wearing his gloves, you were excited to feel the warmth from his hands. The rough calluses and the small chips in his fingernails. You brought them to your chest and he slowly began rubbing and squeezing your breasts, experimentally.

It was your turn to moan into his mouth as he gradually got used to kneading and groping your chest. Your hands go up and find purchase in his hair. You could tell he was still unsure, slightly holding back.

You leaned your forehead onto his. You stared into his eyes, before reassuring him in a hushed tone, “don’t worry, Jervis. It’s okay. You can take me, have all of me.”

If Jervis’ eyes weren’t blown out before they are now. You always told him that, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry. It’s what made him finally feel comfortable around you, made him believe your friendship was real, that what’s to come after this is real.

Jervis nodded, as a first step to show initiative he brought his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Before you knew it, you were laying back on the couch cushion and Jervis was hovering over you. He pulled away, looking to gauge your reaction. When he saw your wide, loving smile, it made his heart skip a few beats.

He took your gleeful reaction as an indicator to keep going, that he was doing it right. He let his instincts slowly take over. All the things he dreamt and fantasized about doing to your skin, your body, your mind.

Jervis began kissing along your face, down your neck, and down to your shoulders. He kissed back up to the junction of your neck and shoulder. He licked and sucked on the skin there attentively.

You kept on hand at the back of his head, cradling it, to keep him near you. Your other hand slithered down in between the two of you to a growing bulging member that lied just above your mound. You gently gripped the base, causing Jervis to gasp in your ear, but not say anything. He softly thrusted against your hand, silently asking you to continue.

You slowly dragged your fist and the skin there, up and down his cock. Grip not too tight, pace not to fast. To let him get used to your touch. As he kept littering your neck, shoulders, and chest with kisses and suckles, you developed a decent pace with him.

His whimpers, moans, and groans had no right to make you as wet as you were right then and there. You could also tell if you kept this up for much longer, he wouldn’t last. You gently slowed your ministrations and removed your hand from his member.

Jervis was panting at this point, his normally pale complexion was evenly mixed with a heated flushed pink across his face and upper chest. Almost shaking and quaking and he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“I-If you want to stop-”

“No! No..no please…” He glanced back into your eyes. He brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek. “I-I want you…this, please…”

You nodded reassuringly, giving him a kiss. You help him line himself up to your entrance, your other hand exposing your damp folds to the chilling air.

When he fully sheaths himself inside of you, it’s an overwhelming feeling, slightly painful at the force but nothing excruciating. He was a decent thickness, but was longer than you anticipated. Practically hitting your cervix upon the first entry.

You bit down hard on your lip, almost drawing blood. You could feel Jervis panting into your neck. You wait for him to get used to the pressure, to the sensation. You comb your hand through his hair and occasionally peck his head.

You were about to suggest to switch positions, but he started moving before you could get the words out. He started out the slow and articulate, still somewhat unsure. Once he found your sweet spots that had you moaning his name, Jervis did everything he could to keep you chanting his name.

“Ah-ah..Jer-Jervis..f-fuck…”

His back broke out in tiny red lines along his back as you scratched him. Your skin in turn was being slightly pricked him his unevenly clipped nails, digging into your heated flesh. His teeth sinking and marking your neck and shoulders.

You thanked whatever higher power existed that he was a fast learner. It didn’t take long...Between the growing harbored feelings and missing him the last couple of weeks, you could feel the goosebumps begin bubbling up all over your body.

Jervis’ shaky pants and trembling limbs, you could tell he was at his end too. One of your hands once again went down between your two bodies. Your index and middle finger began quickly making fast and short circles around your clit, as your walls began choking Jervis’ cock.

You barely heard him groaning something that sounded like; “t-tight, tight, tight, tight..” into your ear, as he began rutting faster and deeper than before.

“J-Jervis...Jervis, please…please…so close..so close..” You were almost in tears. The ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach bound so tight, just waiting to burst.

Before you knew it, everything went white. You could make out Jervis’ whimpering gasps as his load flooded into you, causing the dam of your nerves to finally break free. Bolts of electricity ran through every nerve and vein in your body. You didn’t even recognize the pleasurable howls of ecstasy you let out to be your own.

Much like yourself, Jervis was reluctant to move. It took a lot to get him to even pull out of you finally, again, you being just as reluctant. You were both shaky, breathless, tingling messes, but ultimately satisfied and delighted in the spectacle of your new found relationship.

Jervis was slowly able to put on his boxers and the white dress shirt he wore underneath most of his layers. You grabbed your sweatshirt and underwear to change back into.

He glanced up at the clock and let out a soft chortle. “It would appear I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

You glanced at the clock, sure enough it was midnight. “You gonna run off like the White Rabbit?” You teased, grabbing a blanket to drape over the two of you as you snuggled into his side.

Jervis let out one of his giddy chuckles that you grew to adore. “I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear. There’s no where else I’d rather be than be with you here.”

#ri writes #i know arkhamverse jervis doesn't really rhyme until knight #BUT #I #I wanted to challenge myself #also #sorry this ended up being more like...#i dunno #a more context heavy piece than normal?#like it was more of a character study than #ohh yay hot yummy smut #oops #so sorry #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse jervis tetch x reader #smut #coughthisistrashcoughsosorrycass

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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The Bookstore 2

Warnings: None as yet.

Summary: A mysterious strangers comes to your bookstore.

Character: Jorah Mormont (Modern AU)

This is for my Jorah Bean, they know who they are ;) and to anyone else who likes this teddy bear. Darkness to come, promised. As well, as usual, as I so desperately beg of you, please let me know what you think. Love!

Cardinal’s Cafe is busy as you wait in line for your noon time cappuccino. You hoped to take a longer break from the store as your eyes were starting to get tired from squinting at your weekly sales spreadsheet. You could just go upstairs to your apartment above the shop but that only made it harder to go back.

You step up and take your mug from Doris. You forgot you said ‘for here’. You’re stuck now and there’s nowhere to sit. You back up and look around, drawn by subtle movement to your right. You glance over as your name lilts off the man’s tongue.

“I’ve a seat available if you don’t mind the company,” Jorah offers as he stands, an open palm towards the other chair at the table for two.

“Only if you don’t mind,” you answer sheepishly, “it’s packed in here, huh?”

“Please,” he comes around and pulls out the chair for you. It’s not entirely peculiar in the town of retirees.

You place your cup down and sit as his fingers unintentionally brush your sleeve. He steps around you and resumes his seat across from you, framing the saucer beneath his cup with his long fingers. You warm your hands against the sides of the porcelain mug and sniff as you look out the window.

“I was on my way to the shop actually,” he intones, drawing your attention back, “I finished the books. I think I underestimated my free time.”

“Oh? Any good?”

“The first was a fun romp but the second… not entirely a satisfying end,” he takes a sip of his black tea, “do you know if the food is any good here?”

“That’s kind of a subjective question but I don’t mind it. I tend to go more for the bakery but… I’m cutting back on all that.”

“Sweet tooth?”

“Deadly,” you confirm and dare a sip of your cappuccino, carefully not to singe your tongue.

“How about Medley’s? The restaurant?”

“It’s not bad,” you nod, “I mean, there’s not much choice around here, is there? As long as you have a strong stomach.”

“Oh?”

“It’s also the deli and they butcher their own meat. They’re hardly shy about it.”

“Ah, I will keep that in mind.”

“Pretty slow everywhere here,” you say, “I hope you’re serious about retirement.”

“Slow is nice. Safe,” he says as he leans back and fixes his lapel, “how did you end up here?”

You smile, “how do you know I’m not from here?”

“That could be an answer.”

You take another drink and eye the coffee cake in the display, wondering if it’s worth it to get up and order. “My grandmother owned the shop before me. Put my name on it herself. She needed a caretaker and I just finished uni at the time.” He listens intently, planting his elbow on the table and steepling his fingers beneath his chin, the soft fuzz grazing along his fingertips, “she had a couple years left but they were rough.”

“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, “I know how hard loss can be.”

“It’s life,” you swallow your emotion. “I’m sure you know. What about you? You got a family in tow? A partner?”

His cheek dimples and he pulls his hands apart, showing his left and wiggling his bare ring finger, “never got to that part. Just me. Lonely old man.”

“Free,” you correct him, “means you can just do whatever you want.”

“And you? Are you… free?”

Your brows nearly meet as you consider his question. It’s harmless. At least twenty years between you, he’s being polite. Like Ruth does when she asks about your love life. If you can call it that.

“Was in something long-distance for a while. Didn’t wanna leave the shop so that’s that,” you tap your fingers on the handle of your mug, “so guess I am too.”

“We should start a club,” he kids, “we don’t have to quilt or anything.”

You can’t help but chuckle and give another longing look to the case of cakes and pastries. Your mouth waters and you drown the temptation with a taste of espresso.

“Looks good,” he comments and you guiltily retract your stare.

“What?”

“The cake.”

“Like I said, cutting back.”

“Yes, you did, but it’s okay to still have some.”

“Don’t tempt me, please.”

“Ah, but it’s fun,” his blue eyes gleam.

You shake your head, “really, I’m not–”

“Oh, you must be the new one,” you’re interrupted as Diane blusters over from the counter, “well, look at you. How dashing, you are!”

You look up as she gives a flirty smile and slurps from the plastic lid. Diane’s the type to fill the shop with her voice as she recounts the filthiest gossip. You glance at Jorah as he maintains a courteous veneer.

“Hello,” he says evenly.

“But I see you’ve already hopped on the young one,” she sneers, “bit old, aren’t ya?”

“Di,” you warn, “we’re just talking.”

“Right, right, I’ve not even introduced myself. Diane. I run the local book club and the founder’s lodge.”

“Founder’s lodge?” Jorah wonders though hardly sounded interested.

“Yes, very exclusive. We arrange local events. We’ve had art installations and the like. We also run the Christmas market.”

“Fun,” he muses dully and empties his cup.

“You didn’t tell me your name, handsome?”

“You’ve not stopped talking about yourself long enough to let me,” he stands and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “if you’d excuse us, we were having a conversation before you waltzed in. I’m certain you’ve got some important task to do for the Founder’s Lodge or what have you.”

“Why I– Oh, feisty.”

“If you would,” he gestures past her, “I’d like to get through.”

“I am being polite, sir, the least you can do is tell me your name,” she says, aghast.

“Polite isn’t interrupting a stranger, now if you would kindly move, I would like to claim that last slice of cake,” he waits only a moment before stepping around her decisively.

She juts her jaw out at the affront and scoffs. Her eyes fall on you and she sniffs, “hm, he must be rich, eh? Just like nana.”

She spins, spilling some coffee on herself as she storms towards the door. There’s some chatter as the door chimes and you peek over at Jorah as he stands unaffected in line, coolly taking out his wallet as he moves up to the till. Well, you don’t expect you’ll be hosting any book club meetings at the shop soon.

#jorah mormont #drabble #dark jorah mormon #jorah mormont x reader #dark!jorah mormont #game of thrones #au #dark drabble #dark!drabble #modern au #series

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visndcaitswhore · 1 month

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Amavi|| Ch.3

(I forgot to publish this here, I'm sorry.)

"So, who deserves to be class president?"

"Annick." Gabrielle whispered, at Giaruds question, loud enough for Pichon to hear her since he was still forced to sit next to the 'pretty boy' and the boy turned to look at her. Her words had been filled with spite, and considering the fact she wasn't even doing him the favor of acknowladging him, keeping her eyes on the board, he assumed it was also directed at him.

But when two people lifted their hands, and one of them was Descamps she slowly turned to look at Pichon. The boy had never felt so nervous in his life like he did under her glare "What did you do?" she hissed

"This isn't my fault." he whispered back, lacking her bite "Besides you don't want me to be class president."

"Oh, so Annick is stupid for giving you the date out of everyone?"

"Annick is not stupid"

"Bravo, great observation." she mock clapped without making any sound

Now Pichon was about to give a snide remark back, not understanding what her problem is. Besides, he actually believed Annick was the smartest one of their classmates so she deserved the title better than anyone, just because that wasn't allowed doesn't mean it was his fault but then Giraud spoke up making them whip their heads forward again, paying their full attention.

Felbec gave the wrong answer (to which Gabrielle smiled), that left Descamps, who obviously had the right answer but just when both Pichon and Gabrielle thought that that was it and where about to resume their fight the teacher asked;

"And where did you get that information?"

Seeing an opportunity, Gabrielle started nudging Pichon with her elbow, starting off lightly but when he wouldn't budge she got more forceful till he finally got up, otherwise she might have beat him up.

"I gave him the date."

Now, Pichon was officially the class president. The entire class was looking at him, Gabrielle looked at Annick who met her gaze, clearly this was bittersweet for her. She took it all with grace, of course, but at least Pichon was president. The blonde had chosen him, at the end of the day. At least she got to do that.

It was a victory.

Then there was Descamps, and by extension Gabrielle who, simply put, experienced a failure. Because Jean-Pierre simply got a slap on the wrist that was never going to actually affect his grades, or his future. Far better than a missing eye.

When word got out, the class had just ended and everyone had already packed up their supplies, looking forward to going home. Simone came up to Gabrielle anouncing the news, throwing her arms around her in excitement. Such was her excitement, that she failed to recognise Gabrielle's bewilderment at the fact. Even when she didn't feel her hug back, the Algerian did not pay any mind for she pulled back quickly, running off to find Michele.

That left Descamps, Dupin and Gabrielle in the classroom. All of them had moved past the shock, now only feeling the unfairness of the situation.

Why did this wound Gabrielle? Did it affect her pride, because she had bet on the losing side? Or was it simply due to the fact that at the end of the day she just knew Joseph the longest?

The Magnan siblings weren't her friends, but neither was Joseph. He hadn't been for a long time.

That was your decision.

Then her mind settled on a reason she liked more: Unfairness.

"And to think I wanted to complain about Giraud." Now she knew that she had to simply endure using the boys toilets and being called a boy on a daily basis. Thinking about how this might be her school life till graduation (if she made it that long), made her grind her teeth, her fist slamming on the table next to her. Dupin was the only one to jump at the sudden outburst, but he was more confused than startled when his best friend said;

"Maybe if she takes your eye out they will give her 8 days expulsion." Joseph spat out, eyebrows furrowed. Gabrielle was taken aback by the sudden urge to smooth over the lines between his brows so she just grab her stuff and stormed out.

The blonde simply watched her walk away.

"Do you know each other?" Dupin finally asked, once the girl was gone. He had spent the better part of their 'conversation' (if one could even call it that) watching the two. It was curious. He was certain his best friend was into someone for a while but there is simply no way... He was checking her out that's for sure but that didn't mean anything.

"She is my neighbor."

On his way home, Joseph was contemplanting murder. Especially because as he walked home his blind side became more obvious than ever before. He wasn't used to it, and it made him furious that he had to get used it because this would be his life from now on. It still hadn't sunk in completely, sometimes he woke up and forgot, or hoped that it was a dream. That he would wake up and be whole again. And his mother would not look at him with those sad eyes, as if looking at him pained her.

He assumed it did. Everyone looked at him weird now.

The only ones who did not offer words of pity were Dupin and Gabrielle. Strange how the latter wasn't even his friend anymore, yet he felt her as close as before.

'It makes you look tough. Lot's of girls go for that'

'How will you get through with all the girls checking you out?'

Joseph paused wondering if it was strange that the two mirrored each other so clearly. Is it weird he chose to be close to people with similar personalities? He had a type, maybe. People who knew he didn't need pity.

One of these people he found leaning on the wall next to her house door. Her bag was leaning on the wall next to her feet, and she didn't show any signs of actually wanting to go in. Not that he found it strange, she did this everyday after school. For some quite, perhaps. Joseph reconned it was difficult to get that with a six year old in the house. The youngest Blanc daughter was for sure spirited, talkative and absolutely obsessed with her eldest sister. She was a cute kid, the blonde had to admit, but exhausting like all kids.

Joseph walked over to her, leaning on the wall right next to her. She didn't say anything, neither did he. And since she didn't wish him to leave, he just lit a cigarette, passing it over to Gabrielle who accepted it. The next minutes were spend in piece when there was the sound of something breaking in the house.

The boy watched her with a smile as she closed her eyes in exasperation when a small "Oops." was heard from the room right above them.

Gabrielle's room.

"That was mine."

He laughed at her tone "You can't even scold her, she is cute."

"I can and I will."

One thing Joseph would never complain about was being an only child. As if being able to read his thoughts, Gabrielle glared at him "Lucky bastard."

Chewing at the inside of her cheek, which was already quite scarred, Gabrielle was trying to answer one question till she couldn't hold back anymore "Why did Pichon give you the date?" She just had to know. The two boys didn't even like each other so this was weird and she couldn't ask Pichon

"Maybe I found out by myself" he countered making her scoff

"Not even Pichon found out by himself."

"Sabiani." he immediately said, slightly catching her by suprise. Joseph had a brain for being an asshole, and for hitting on girls. Sometimes she forgot he could use it for other reasons as well.

"He wanted me to stop fucking with Applebaum." he admitted with as a shrug. Gabrielle scowled at the mention. Applebaum was one person she actually wanted Joseph to be an asshole to. He was just... weird. The way he stared at their chest was ten times worse than that of her other classmates. It was like that's all he saw, nothing else.

"I don't like Applebaum. He looks at us weird. The girls I mean."

The blonde gave her a look and she explained "I know you all stare at us. But when we talk to the rest of you at least you have the decency to look at our faces. He is just.... " a disgusted scowl was all she could do to describe how he made her feel. It was a disgust that went beyond words, it rooted in every girls bones and it was a certain disgust they would all feel at some point. Feeling like they were the disgusting ones.

"With Pichon being your friend ,"he basically spat out the word "you could always ask him to stop it."

Gabrielle turned her entire body to face him and he did not shy away from her disbelieving gaze.

"Pichon is not my fucking friend."

"Do you always whisper to your non-friends this close?" To prove a point he stepped closer, inching his face closer to Gabrielle's who, as he expected held her ground. "Go on. Demonstrate."

"Careful, the last time you acted all high and mighty you lost an eye."

Both of them stubborn and head strong, none of them wanted to be the first to back down or break eye contact. To do so would mean failure, and as the day had proven they were sore losers.

Another crushing sound made Gabrielle whip her head to the side, trying to decipher what else had gotten damaged. She realized quite quickly that it propably wasn't hers when the reality downed on her. He had been close, so close, that when she had turned her head at the sound her nose almost grazed his. She should've taken a step back, she definitely had space, but she didn't.

Listening to her own advice, Gabrielle took a step back even though Joseph wasn't as close anymore. No amount of distance seemed good enough at the moment- she needed him to dissapear from her sight. Swiftly she fished four cigarettes from her pocket, held them to his chest (totally unnecessary, she knew it), grabbed her stuff and got inside the house.

Joseph just stood there, holding the cigarettes to his chest with one thing in his mind: Applebaum's life was going to be hell from now on.

It's not like he was going to honor the deal with Pichon, especially seeing as he didn't become class president. Besides, Applebaum was the easiest person one could mess with, it's not like he had much going for him. Though he had originally his sights set on Pichon, who seemed to be getting far too close with Gabrielle for his liking.

Killing two birds with one stone didn't sound so bad.

"Stay out of my room!" Gabrielle screamed at the top of her lungs before slamming the door behind her, ignoring her mum's protests to her behavior. She needed to think - No, in fact, she knew exactly what she wanted- to not be around Descamps. Just because she had two conversations with him doesn't mean she wanted to be his fucking friend.

"No more being friendly with Jose- fuck,- with Descamps."

"Tomorrow you are helping your dad with the shop!" her mums voice bellowed around the house

"I have school!" Gabrielle reminded, her tone matching her mums. It was a miracle that the house was still standing with their voices shaking its core.

"Not tomorrow." The finality in her mothers voice did not allow any arguements to be raised.

Gabrielle's fist connected with the wooden door behind her, the stinging in her hand going unnoticed by the girl who simply sighed.

Helping out her dad in the store meant waking up at 4 o'clock sharp, grabbing breakfast in silence since both she and her dad were too out of it yet to be able to converse with anything other than grunts. Get dressed, quickly because her dad was waiting at the door with their stuff and a hat in hand which he put on Gabrielle's head when she came down.

The silence followed them throughout the day but none of them seemed to mind. On the contrary, Gabrielle found peace more in her fathers quite than in any word they could ex-change. It's not that they understood each other in some soul type of way, like Gabrielle had read plenty of times in poetry. They had just grown used to each other, family was like that. Not some complex understanding and over complicated talks, simply understanding and love after years of spending them together.

The girl was pleased with the calmness of the day.

Said calmness did not last because in the evening there was a knock at the door and when the girl went to open it, cursing God for making her get up after just having the opportunity to lay down after a bath, and cursing it even harder when on the other side of her door was Descamps and Dupin with matching mischievious expressions. Gabrielle, in her shock, womdered if this is how she and her sisters looked to their parents when they got in trouble.

"We are your partners for a project."

#joseph descamps #mixte1963 #annick mixte1963 #voltaire high #simone mixte #fanfic #ao3 #wattpad #amavi mixte #dupin mixte1963 #alain laubrac

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lucero-is-here · 10 months

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Character headcanons: Nadia Ben Yamin. (Bonus fact, I know someone also called Nadia)

Oops I forgot something-

Requested by this individual! So sorry for forgetting 🥲

Should have included photo of her so-

- she has almost perfect skin, but still uses skincare product to make sure she still looks good.

- her wardrobe is absolutely packed. While majority of her closet are pretty dresses and coats, she also has a lot pants and tops. So if you go to her asking for clothes, expect her to give you anything she thinks looks good on you.

- she’s really really good with fashion. She keeps up with majority of fashion trends somehow after making sure they actually look good.

- she’s okay around kids. She’ll keep her distance at first, but if she’s alone with a kid she’s definitely going to take care of them. She hates to admits it, but she really likes kids but she can’t imagine herself having kids.

- she has a lot of makeup. And I mean a LOT. It’s almost remarkable how much makeup she has. She keeps some supplies in a little bag she brings with her to work. So if she needs to fix up something or someone needs help, she’s helping with makeup.

- she’s omnisexual. Definition is copypasted from dictionary: involving or characterized by diverse forms of sexuality; attracted to more than one gender -

- she likes tea.

- She also likes alcohol. She enjoys wine the most…But if no wine or anything she particularly favours is available, she’ll take anything.

- her sleep schedule is wild. Sometimes she gets 11 hours of sleep. Sometimes 1 hour. Sometimes 3, and sometimes 5. One time she slept for 30 minutes before getting up and going to work.

- she gives relationship advice sometimes; not always appreciated relationship advice. She tried giving Émile relationship once though, and Gauthier Delacroix (Cheif of police in the season) spent three hours comforting a really confused and upset Émile. She was then banned from giving relationship advice to anyone. She still does but yeah-

- Nadia is really good at painting- like really really good. She made a portrait of someone once and they liked it so much they paid her for it even though she made it as a gift. For that she considered getting the second job of being a painter, but changed her mind as she enjoyed being a coroner the most.

- she hugs her coworkers. And her hugs are tight.

- nadia is really warm- it’s like…If she were to touch you in summer you would scream from how hot her hands are. If she hugs you you would start screaming too. That’s how uncomfortably warm she is.

- she wears high heels or boots to be taller. She’s like 165cm/5’5 which is already kinda tall but she wants to be TALLER.

- she has super super good spice tolerance. Like really really good spice tolerance. She got dared to eat hot sauce once for €50 and she won that €50 in one minute.

- she can sew and do embroidery. She has really steady hands, and she can do a lot of intricate work. One of which is embroidery.

- when she gets bored she picks up a lot of random activities to do. Wood carving…embroidery…making miniature things- she somehow finds a lot of time to do all this and enjoys them all a lot.

- she’s really flexible.

- she likes sweet food over salty food.

- she has a lot of jewellery. A lot of jewellery. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces, anklets, rings, every kind of jewellery you can imagine.

- she really likes flowers. But her favourite is definitely roses. Any colour can do, but red is absolute best.

- she has a tattoo

- she dyed her hair once and considered doing it again, though it kinda did it’s damage and she decided to keep it natural. But she considered getting the ends of her hair dyed some random colour

- she can dance and sing. She’s really good at both dancing and singing. She’s not professional level, but she can do them well. She has took classes before, and she picks up quickly.

- Nadia is a fast learner. Give her a tutorial whether it’s written, drawn, or video. Give her some time and she can pick up whatever you want her to learn. If there is an instructor expect her to learn even faster.

- she can get really competitive.

That’s all for now- might post more or a part two next time.

#criminal case #headcanons #nadia ben yamin

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blackbirdsaltzman · 1 year

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imagine early seasons communications liaison jj being a little with no caregiver and is never considered a true member of the team bc she isn’t a profiler so she follows hotchniss around imitating their behavior and words to try and be more like them so the team would think she belongs. and hotchniss start to notice her signs of being a little and go to extra lengths to make sure she knows she’s an important member of their team and family, especially since she doesn’t have a caregiver.

(they absolutely know she’s a member of their team, profiler or not. but people around them treat her like she isn’t and that makes her insecure and feel like she has to earn her place in the team and bau family)

I absolutely love this!! Also I’m so sorry that this took so long but I hope you enjoy it! Young JJ, early season JJ, is such a soft spot of mine. She’s so small and closed off because she’s not like the rest of the team.

You are Part of Us ~ Jennifer Jareau x CG!Hotchniss

(CW: insecurity, self-hatred)

JJ walks through the bullpen looking sadly at Emily, Derek, and Spencer laughing at something. She softly shakes her head walking up to Hotch’s office to alert him about a case.

“Hotch? We have a case?” She whispers. He looks up nodding but intently watching her. She hasn’t regressed in a few weeks and she knows it’s a matter of time before it happens and a case coming up scares her it will happen during it. She zones out doing the briefing until the team arrives at the jet and she curls herself into the corner seat in the back. She can’t handle being around the rest of them knowing she’s not truly a part of the team. Everyone starts to talk before Emily pulls Aaron aside.

“Have you noticed JJ?” She whispers as they stand in the kitchenette.

“Yeah. I’m trying to let her come to someone by herself but we’ll see how this case goes.” He states as he eyes the blonde darting her eyes around. Emily nods as they head back to the rest of the team.

“Detective, I’m Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Prentiss and Agent Jareau,” Hotch states as they arrive at the police station and get settled in. The three start to work as Aaron closely watches the blonde, noticing her mimicking Emily’s language and mannerisms. The rest of the day goes by with the rest of the team arriving back and working on the profile before they head to the hotel. JJ silently and quickly gets her room key retreating as Spencer asks if anyone wants to grab food from the hotel bar. Everyone nods but both Aaron and Emily follow JJ’s movements.

“I’ll catch up later,” Hotch states as Emily pipes in agreeing with him.

“She’s not going to want to talk to us,” Emily adds as the pair heads up to the blonde’s room.

“I know but did you see her today? It’s obvious she’s slipping but trying to hide it and I don’t want her to be in the field or alone when it happens.” He states as they reach the room. He softly knocks as they hear whimpers inside.

“Hey JJ, it’s Hotch and Emily. Can you open up so we can talk?” He asks but gets no response.

“Do you have the extra key?” Emily asks as Aaron nods opening the door and the scene inside breaks both of the adults' hearts. The blonde was curled up in the corner with her blue blanket over her, while rocking.

“Hey sweetie, I bet the floor isn’t comfy, you want to go to the bed?” Emily asks softly bending down in front of the girl.

“Want mav and baba.” JJ whimpers. She forgot to pack her stuffed bear named Mav and she had regressed way younger more quickly so she can’t make herself a bottle.

“I’m sure Hotch can make you a baba? Who’s Mav?” Emily asks as her husband quickly works to get a bottle going.

“Bear, Jay forgot at home.” JJ sniffles breaking the older woman’s heart.

“Shh, it’s okay baby girl. Aaron is getting you a baba? Can I carry you to bed? I bet you’re tired.” Emily asks as the blonde hesitantly nods.

“Jay, why didn’t you tell us?” Emily asks the blonde a few days later. The two and Aaron were currently sitting in the man’s office talking.

“It’s nothing,” JJ whispers avoiding eye contact.

“Is it because you feel like you’re not part of the team? JJ you are even if you’re not a profiler.” Aaron speaks up.

“Not same.” JJ whimpers as the two adults notice she’s slipping into her little headspace.

“Hey no one on the team is the same but that doesn’t mean you aren’t part of the team baby girl.” He adds as Emily takes the girl into her lap.

“I go home now.” JJ randomly states pushing off Emily. The two wanted to stop her as the blonde didn’t have a caregiver but didn’t want to push the young girl into accepting one.

“Can you at least let one of us drive you, Jen?” Emily speaks up as the blonde sighs fighting the urge to snap subconsciously.

“Don’t need team,” JJ states stomping her foot as the two older ones sigh. They watch her walk out but instead of going to the elevators, she turns to her office.

“We have to help her. This isn’t healthy for her not to have a caregiver and she’s clearly struggling to feel okay with her state.” Emily states as Aaron sighs nodding.

“We’ll help her and just keep reminding her that she is part of the team and our family.”

#jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #little!jj #cg!hotchniss #my asks besties

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safetycar-restart · 10 months

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🏍 anon here ive been mia sorry about that. So lots happened in that motogp trippple header, not even sure where to begin

Enea returned! So we've talked dom au with him, after enea truly had a race again did he and his dom just celebrate in a really soft so to say way considering what injuries he still probably had? Like sure sex was most definitly had but can also see post race shower where the dom washes his hair and then after takes care of the hair and pets it? Just happy enea with so much trust?

Bezz is mostly just chilling with his fellow alpha and being a emotional support alpha that he is. He's done very well so perhaps the academy organises a night away for bezz and his love?

Fabio and Marc is both pretty much ouch. Like im not even sure what to write but in a dom au there dom would be telling the respective team to not contact them until next race in like a month and just take care of them. So much softness and comfort and def some sex. Cant remember if we've explored bondage for either, but think it could fit here.

Hope youre having a fabuloys time and give a shout if its any motogp rider i miss on asking about that you want to talk about

I received this ask as i about to write a post reminding everyone that i write for motogp so this timing was fucking PERFECT. I love all these thoughts and you discussed everyone i love talking about!!

ENEA:

I definitely agree that the celebrations would be more soft than anything else. Honestly i think he would mostly just be relieved he's still able to ride? Part of him believed that he'd simply not be able to ride again, and no amount of reassurance could help him with that.

So yeah, it's very soft.

We also said how shocked Enea would be that you actually came back with him and stayed with him throughout his rehab. He thought he would only get to be with his team dom when he's riding again.

This meant that by the time he did get back to motogp, you two are a proper team. He loves and trusts you so so much and he's so thankful so have a dom this kind and caring.

You're so soft with him after races, especially because he's so tired and sore. You mostly just hold him close, sometimes soft sex and always lots and lots of head pats.

I think enea loves being able to switch off after a race? In fact he likes to do that at the end of every day at race weekends? He just falls into you and lets you take care of him, nice and soft.

(Harder scenes do happen too of course, but never on race weekends)

BEZZ:

I NEARLY FORGOT ABOUT OUR POLY!VR46!! For anyone new or needing a reminder: we said that Marco is basically the emotional support alpha of the Academy riders as the rest are all omegas. He helps them through heats and joins nests and he's just so so loved.

But then he meets you, another alpha, and fuck he loves you? He doesn't care that you're an alpha too, he's just so happy. And when the academy meet you, rather than being jealous about you taking bezz from them, they all collectively go 'mine' and now they have TWO emotional support alphas. (i love this verse please send me more on it)

Anyway, Bezz did so well this triple header!! Naturally he gets all the kisses and cuddles from the entire pack. And of course you're there too! I definitely think that the day of his podiums, the entire pack is there because their emotional support alpha did well and so he must be cuddled!!

But then the next day, they absolutely leave you and bezz alone and insist that you two spend some time together. And because they're all little shits, they make you two a nest in your hotel room and leave snacks and condoms on the bedside table.

FABIO:

I'm gonna do the d/s au here.

Firstly, Yamaha fears for their life. They are fucking terrified of you. All of them wince whenever you walk past because they know you're sub is sad because of them.

I think you just had to be very soft with Fabio during the triple header because he was on the brink of a meltdown and literally ANY form of disapproval from you would have sent him over the edge. You just needed to be there for him, offering him praise and cuddles and comfort.

So the moment the summer break starts, you just take Fabio away from it all. I think you'd do a lot of intense scenes with him? Bondage and edging and long term denial and pain play. He spends entire days in subspace, letting you handle everything and finally properly resting.

Maybe you let him wear his collar 24/7, not just in scenes? And when the break is over... he just wants to carry on wearing the collar.

MARC:

I think for marc it's about letting him have fun during the break? Like actual, real fun? Movie nights and picnics and road trips and beach days and so much more.

You kept up a strict regime of intense scenes throughout the triple header, because marc functions SO much better when he's regularly in a deep subspace but now it's the summer break and while he of course still needs his dom, he also needs to be reminded that things can just be enjoyable?

#poly!vr46 #mb #eb #mm #fq #sub!marc #sub!fabio #d/s au #gn!reader #🏍

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crinkled-emotions · 5 months

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Day 5: “It’s not about the destination...”

Am I late, or is everyone else simply early?

I'm kidding, I'm late. I have been... struggling, but things are getting better. Slowly.

I shouldn't have to say it considering the first thing you see on my page is a content warning but 18+ MDNI. I'm 22 and anyone under 18 should not be on my page.

It's really important with this fic that you do not read it if you feel the following will be triggering to you. I do not ever wish to trigger someone but it is your responsibility to censor your own reading. There is no mention of the actual neglect itself but there are throwaway lines of an absent father.

A couple of things about this fic- there are mentions of Hangman's childhood. I know the more common hc's include domestic violence but I was not feeling ready for that conversation so instead I have said his father was absent. I know this is a very, VERY triggering and controversial conversation so I have done my best to be as respectful as I can; in this fic his mum left the relationship but I am very aware this does not always occur.

Warnings: mentions of Hangman's father being absent (hinted neglect), brief (one sentence) mention of a custody battle

“Captain Mitchell, sir.”

Maverick glanced up from the paperwork he was pointedly avoiding, raising an eyebrow.

“Lieutenant Seresin, what can I do for you?”

“I need time off- uh, sir, I would like to request leave.”

Maverick paused. His brows furrowed and he cleared his throat.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine, sir.”

That had his attention. Hangman was many things; a shithead only the start, but he also knew when to be professional and respectful... he was also allowed to call Maverick Mav just like the Daggers and had been doing so for the last six months.

“Come sit.”

Maverick gestured to the seats in front of his desk, choosing to move to join Hangman there instead of stand over him. Hangman did as told, posture Navy-perfect as usual but something told Maverick he just wanted to curl in a ball.

“Jake, you and I have come a long way from that overboard stunt last year, and I hope that you know you can always come to me if you have something you need to get off your chest.”

“My mom died,” he blurted out, “she’s...”

“Fuck, kid, I’m sorry.”

Maverick’s eyes softened and he went to touch Hangman’s shoulder but he recoiled so quickly Maverick got the hint. Instead he reached for the cup of coffee sitting on his desk.

“Take as much time as you need; when are you leaving for Texas?”

“As soon as I can. I’m driving; can’t fly right now.”

Maverick hummed.

“Alright; go home and pack; take as much time as you need. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I’m okay. I’m fine.”

Jake turned his head away, sniffing, and Maverick stood from his desk.

“Put your tongue to the roof of your mouth, it stops the tears,” he suggested as he reached for his paperwork. Hangman made a quick exit out the door, polite and respectful but a little... fast.

Bet that’s never been a complaint he’s had-

Anywho.

Out of curiosity, Maverick reached for the laptop perfectly placed on his desk and went into the Navy database. In a couple of clicks he had Hangman’s file pulled up, service records and any comments made about him during his... twelve years in the Navy? Damn. Time flies. Sometimes Maverick forgot most of his squadron were in their late twenties to early thirties. The notes in Hangman’s file were mostly generic words thrown around about him that Maverick didn’t always agree with; selfish, not a good leader, impulsive and not in the good way, not ready for promotion to Lieutenant Commander. A note from Iceman made Maverick stop his skimming and open the comment properly. It told a story of a scared kid running from a childhood of an absent father and a nasty custody battle, the story of a grown man who used words because he’d never raise his fists. It told the story of how Jake became Hangman; thanks to one Bradley Bradshaw, which was no surprise to Maverick. When he was at the bottom of Ice’s comment, he paused to think for a moment. The note had told him everything... and absolutely nothing.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin didn’t have a next of kin.

Jake had told Ice he had sisters, but he didn’t list either of them as his next of kin.

Hm.

“How’s the packing going?”

“It’s... going.”

Jake paused in his mission of tossing shit into his truck when he realised Coyote was standing by the entrance to his garage, offering a beer.

“You want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Jake...”

“No, man, I’m fine. She’s dead, it’s not... leave it.”

He turned back to reach for the second case of water, but Coyote was faster.

“You’re driving?”

“I just need some time to work through everything; it’s going to be chaos when I get there and I need to be by myself. If you’re not going to offer your condolences...?”

Hangman gestured toward the garage door. Instead of giving up and going home like any smart person would, Coyote threw his arms around him.

“Okay, but I want you to call me everyday. I know what going back to Texas does to you and I’m not letting you go back to old habits because of how he makes you feel. Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“No, I- I got it.”

Coyote regarded him for a moment, then nodded.

“We’re all only a phone call away, man. Don’t be afraid to use it.”

The first stretch of the drive, about eight hours, got Jake out of San Diego and heading toward the California – Arizona border. He turned up the radio until he lost service, and then he cranked the AC as well as his Bluetooth stereo. His mom made the drive between San Diego and Dallas quite a few times over the years, to the point that she’d once begged Jake to do it with her and it had been one of the more memorable things they’d done together. She was always – she had always been – full of life, open to loving everyone who came into her life and fiercely loyal. She could also be a spitfire, quick to remind Jake where he’d come from but with a loving touch that his father never showed. She had been the one to sign the form for him to enlist at the age of seventeen, desperate to get out of town.

The dry heat was like a smack to the face when he pulled over somewhere in Arizona, leaning on the front of his truck to look out over the desert. Taking a deep breath, Jake reached for his phone when it buzzed. Of course, one of his sisters was already on to him.

Ellie: Tarryn told you huh

Jake: mom said Arizona was like a knock back to reality

Ellie: you’re in Arizona?

Jake: coming home

Ellie: fuck off

Ellie: are you sure you want to be here?

Jake: I’m not going to miss my own mother’s funeral

Ellie: I know but I’m worried about what’s going to happen when you get here

Ellie: promise me you won’t make waves

Jake: mom’s dead there’s nothing to make waves about anymore

Ellie: come stay with me don’t anywhere near dad

Jake: I’m not dumb

Ellie: never said you were. Call me later I have to get the kids from school

He stopped for the night after about ten hours of driving somewhere in the desert, stopping at a Walmart for beer, water and snacks for the rest of the drive the next morning. His uber eats app promised dinner was on its way to his motel room as he collapsed into the armchair in the tiny room, scrubbing at his face. A quick check of his phone tells him Tarryn had tried to call him along the way somewhere, probably when he was out of service, and he sighed when he realised he had to check on her. She was barely nineteen, the youngest of the Seresin siblings, and he could only imagine what was going through her head.

The sobbing started the second she answered the phone. Jake swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, grimacing.

“Hey, T.”

“Jake,” Tarryn sobbed, “where are you?”

“I’m in Arizona right now, but I’ll be at Ellie’s tomorrow night. Are you still at home?”

“No, I’m on the way to hers now. I called dad but he told me to go to hell.”

“That tracks. Are you eating, sleepin’?”

“Not really.”

“Alright, okay. Just... let Ellie fuss over you, she means well so don’t bite her head off.”

Tarryn sniffed; Hangman could hear her turning signal flicking on.

“Hey; focus on driving, be safe. I’ll text you when I leave tomorrow morning then I’ll be there by sunset. Make sure you eat something.”

“I know, Jake...”

He heard her stifle a sob again and bristled against it.

“Love you,” Tarryn whispered. Jake smiled.

“Love you. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

The Texas – New Mexico border served as a reminder of when Jake and his mother had been at a crossroads around ten years ago. He’d been out of basic for a year and was making tracks towards advancement in his career yet he’d dropped everything when his mom called. He’d flown to Texas at the gut instinct something was really wrong. A part of him had wanted to hang up and go back to bed considering he was no stranger to the 2am I’m leaving your father phone call. She’d been waiting at a motel in the outskirts of Dallas, a good couple hours away from his family’s ranch. When she’d answered the door she’d thrown her arms around him and told him she was finally leaving his father.

It was about twenty years too late, and a story he’d heard before.

Tarryn was with her, of course; at the ripe age of eight she’d looked up at Jake like he was a stranger. He probably was, for the most part, it was only as she got older that they’d reconnected.

“I’m finally done, Jake,” his mom had promised, “I called the bank and took my name off the accounts, I got a new apartment in the city and Ellie promised to help me move. I’m out, honey.”

That was... different.

“You got an apartment and dipped?”

It was like a gut-punch. She was serious.

“I did. I know I’m asking a lot, but I was hoping you’d help too. Ellie’s so pregnant she can hardly walk, she can’t do it on her own-“

“-yeah. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my card-“

Jake reached for his wallet but his mom stopped him, reaching up to touch his cheek.

“I don’t want your money. I want you here.”

He checked the date; he’d only been cleared for 24 hours’ leave, which probably wouldn’t be enough. If he stayed, he’d either be AWOL or scrubbing toilets for the next year.

“Jake... please.”

“Mom... you know I’m deploying again soon.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’m serious this time. Jake, I had to get Tarryn out of that house.”

The crushing weight on his chest turned to anger deep in his stomach, but he swallowed it and instead gestured toward the door.

“Let’s go; I’ll make a couple phone calls.”

Her shoulders fell forward.

“Thank you.”

Tossing the last of his coffee in the trash can on the side of the road, Jake paused for a moment to reflect. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t hauled ass out to her that day, if Kazansky hadn’t granted his request for a week’s worth of leave on the promise that Jake would tell him what was going on when he got back to San Diego.

“Fuck, mom,” Jake sighed more to himself than anyone else, “damn it.”

Stretching against his truck, he couldn’t believe that Rooster of all people had texted him.

Rooster: I’m sorry to hear about your mom, I really liked her

Rooster: We’re here if you need anything

Hangman: does it get better?

Rooster: I wish

Hangman: she liked you too, said she could tolerate your sorry ass at Thanksgiving

Rooster: she did a great turkey

Hangman: thought Ellie was gonna jump your bones

Rooster: only you man

Hangman: I don’t know that I can see him

Rooster: fuck him

Rooster: do you want me to meet you there?

Hangman: it’s fine I’m going to Ellie’s

Rooster: keep us in the loop

With that, it was time to head to Ellie’s.

Both of his sisters were standing outside waiting for him when he finally pulled up in the driveway; Tarryn’s chest rapidly moved up and down with sobs and when he finally got out of the truck he made his way over to them. Ellie was the first to hug him but Tarryn wasn’t far behind, pressing her head into his shoulder.

Finally, the weight on his chest lessened.

“This fucking sucks,” he muttered. Ellie stifled a snort but Tarryn just cried harder.

“I know, T, I know.”

The Seresin siblings separated; Ellie wiped her eyes while Tarryn subtly reached for a tissue to blow her nose. Finally, Jake glanced at his watch.

“You guys wanna order food and talk?”

“I’m starving,” Ellie agreed, “did you tell your team you’re here?”

“I can text them in a second.”

Tarryn shoved his side.

“Text them now, they’re probably worried.”

Despite the long drive, Jake felt like he had a little energy left to give; the stop at the border had reminded him of the reason why his mom always drove to see him, rarely flying; she insisted it wasn’t about the destination and as cliché as it sounded, he understood now.

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #Trigger Warning #TW: absent father #G's Dec 2023 Prompts!

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n0stalgicv0id · 2 months

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Oh no, not at all ! I don’t think it’s foolish, it’s important to take care of one’s self, more than anything really- I mean it depends because I tend to forget about myself whenever I care about someone but that’s a story for another day 🍓

Lolita is definitely one of the most iconic books of the 20th Century- No one can read it without feeling a churning in their stomach whether Nabokov’s message is clear to them or not, even though I have a hard time believing some people think that the author himself is a pedophile and not writing from the POV of one- As for Oscar Wilde, he’s definitely a man I would fall for. As he once said "I have nothing to declare but my genius." To declare something of the sort during your own trial you can’t be anything BUT a genius really ! I do consider it a real blessing ! I’ll be more than happy to send you some pictures of it, but I can’t really do it while anonymous so If you want me to I can send you a direct message with them ! This book is so precious to me, I’m never letting it go for anything in the world 🍓

It does feel like pen paling in a way, how fun !! I haven’t written letters to anyone in so long, it’s rather strange but comforting to do so ! I wonder what your artwork is like, it’s odd you’re telling me this because I used to study something similar myself since I was in Art school. Can’t divulge too many details about myself on here but I really do feel you- I definitely need a bit of luck right now but it’s okay, I’m currently managing with my broken umbrella ! It doesn’t help that I’m a very buoyant and dynamic person which makes it so that I move around a lot and I don’t really pay attention to potential dangers and situations where I can break something by accident- I try though 🍓💔 Hope your day is going well ! I’m sorry about your poor umbrella by the way, maybe it’ll find its way back to you, who knows really ?

I used to care more about others than myself but at some point I just couldn’t anymore, I hate when people don’t care about me like I do with them. So I started enjoying my moments of loneliness. I still meet with friends but I prefer to keep everything pretty private with them.

Indeed, I love Oscar Wilde exactly for that reason. He’s so sassy and it’s funny, he had a really peculiar humor. Send me a dm, I don’t mind! I’m really curious to see those pics. Also, was that a vintage shop? Cuz I’d be really curio to know the name if they have an online shop. Oh and in Portugal there’s this popular library, Libreria Lello, I’ll take some nice pics for you if I have the opportunity. From what they told me it’s pretty packed so I don’t have much fate in that. I can just hope.

Please stay focused while walking, you have your head in the clouds. I can portray you being that type of person. And don’t catch a cold!

Update: Forgot to mention that I think you’d love “Capolavoro” by Il volo, it’s an italian song but probably you can find the translation

#letterbox .𖥔 ݁ ˖#🍓anon

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 4 months

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UGH! I have been frantically trying to finish Mom’s Christmas present because it has got to be mailed Monday, and now I realize I forgot to get a box to pack it in.

BTW …It’s been nightmare. For some reason I got the idea to make a doll/figure. The last time I made a jointed doll it was early 2015.

Back then I had fresh sculpey, a table to work at and store things, Mom was here so I didn’t have to do everything else, enough money that if I needed something I could get it, fresh practice as I’d been making them for months, and simply I had the ability to focus.

Naturally, knowing things could, and usually do, go wrong, I decided to make two. Yes, I made two disasters at once!

I started doing it with sculpey bought almost that long ago, in horrible shape to the point I spent more time trying to get it usable than anything else. AWFUL stuff. I had no table but my lap, so nowhere to store any of it but in the toaster oven the porch. I was wedging in the work time amid every chore. My brain was constantly distracted by a dozen worries. And honestly, I had forgotten every trick I had figured out.

So I sculpted with sculpey that wouldn’t stick to itself**. I baked in a toaster oven that had decided to vary in temperature on it’s own. I forgot how to shape joints. I couldn’t find some of the tools I used back then.

Some parts broke when I tried to thread them and had to be glued because I couldn’t afford to waste the sculpey. The cord wouldn’t go through one part and I had to drill it. Limbs got mismatched and things out of proportion, but they had to be used as they were rather than just trying again.

Worried of losing parts I strung them as soon as I could, which was a mistake. I forgot to paint them before stringing. I also cut the cord before realizing I needed to get it tighter, leaving it too short to redo and I can’t afford to waste it and cut another piece.

Parts got distorted and didn’t fit right after baking. Many parts were lopsided. Badly. The bodies looked like Frankenstein’s monster versions of what I was going for.

Some of the paint had dried out (after a decade of use). The brushes had gotten bushed out. Painting with any delicacy wasn’t working at all.

And then there are the tails. I thought I’d be clever and use a bootlace that conveniently broke just as I was trying to figure how make the tails. It cleaned up nice, BUT it proved impossible to paint. So, deciding to use it’s natural color, I cut it and…it instantly started to unravel and wouldn’t fit into the holes I made for it…..

Tonight I worked like crazy, not fixing supper and letting my tea become iced on it’s own****. I had to get these two done!

They are done. I guess. Nothing ever feels done, but I am sick of trying and doubt all my fiddling will make a difference at this point.

Two hideous little dolls.

I have to pick one as the good one. I have to take pics, possibly the only record that will ever exist of the one I send.**** And I guess I need to break into the piggy bank for enough change to get a box at Dollar General. *****

I was planning to write to Mom, explaining why I made it, how it connects to her/my Texas Tiger*******. It was going to be sweet…

Should it instead be an apology?

“Sorry, Mom. I love you very much, and you deserve better. I hope you can feel that love, despite what it looks like. I tried, but I suck.”

***sigh***

**I could have used the pink stuff I had, rather than this final box of the good stuff, BUT despite being the same vintage that pink stuff is too mushy for joint making.

*** It’s 56F in here, so it isn’t REALLY iced. But a warm drink would be a lot more welcome!

****It could be lost or damaged in the mail. Even if it gets there safely Mom won’t get to see it long. They pack away the stuff I give her, and I think they end up in a shed. Considering my brother once vowed to torch my stuff when I die, I doubt they matter at all to anyone but Mom.

***** I’m broke and 10 miles from any other store and tomorrow will have heavy rain. DG will have to do.

*******Long story. A stuffed toy she had and gave to me, but that I now know via her teenage diary the true significance of.

#my day #vent #sculpting #artists problems #not really an artists #doll making

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ Drabble-OT8

Being in a pack isn't hard, not when every instinct you've ever had is pack, family, group. What is difficult though is being in a pack where everyone is so incredibly hot and so damn nice all the time, and did you forget to mention attentive? And god, they all smell ridiculously good. Being attracted to your mates isn't bad right? But it's definitely gonna make things a little more difficult, you know, when that time of the year rolls around. Shit, you're really in for it, huh?

Or the SKZ A/B/O no one asked for. 👀

Tags: Stray Kids, SKZ, A/B/O, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, SKZ ABO, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Stray Kids x you, Stray Kids x reader, ot8, Poly!skz, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Mentioned Ateez

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, Non-Explicit Smut

Title: Wolf Inside

It all starts with Yeosang.

He plops down beside you at your secluded library table, tipping his sunglasses back, taking a long sip of his iced coffee, and instantly, you're overwhelmed by the all too strong scent of briny sea and bleached driftwood and sharp kelp rotting in the afternoon sun.

Your best friend usually smells pleasant-like a walk along the beach at sunset, all soft blues and warm sand-but today, today it makes your eyes water and you feel yourself unconsciously shifting away from him.

Yeosang glances over at you and his eyes suddenly widen, nostrils flaring.

Uh oh.

Pre-rut.

"Shit." You cough out, covering your nose with your palm, breathing through your mouth, thoughts suddenly muddy, because all you can focus on is how incredibly strong the fellow alpha's scent is.

Yeosang carefully slides to another chair, further away from you, and eyes you sympathetically from beneath blonde bangs.

"Yeah, you smell-" He considers, and you're sure he's trying not to hurt you're feelings, because he may be an alpha, but he's also your friend first and foremost. "-a little strong today."

You groan and lay your head down on the table, staring blankly at your open textbook, now long forgotten.

"This is bad timing."

Yeosang tentatively reaches out a cautious hand and gently pats you on the shoulder, while still remaining as far away from you as possible, nose shielded with the sleeve of his shirt.

You're sure your own scent-a mixture of heady wisteria and snow covered pine-is almost unbearable.

You start to shove your books into your bag, because honestly, you're not sure what to do now, the only thought in your head, crowed loud by your wolf, is, home home home.

Yeosang takes another long drink of his coffee, keeping his nose buried in the cup to try and block out the waves of pheromones that you're sure must be coming off of you in waves, especially now, in your distress.

"Did you not know?"

You feel hot, you need to get out of here, get out into the outside air, away from the suddenly all too many smells that are threatening to overwhelm you.

"I didn't track." You reply, as if it's a valid enough reason, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, as you raise your arm up to cover your nose. "Stupid, huh? I kinda forgot with finals coming up."

Yeosang offers you a look of sympathy and understanding and a gentle smile.

"Sorry, boo. You don't smell bad-"

"Just overwhelming. I know." You nod, taking a step back from him, and don't miss the way a group of omegas turn to glance over at you from another table, eyes suddenly wide and dark. "I need to go. Sorry, Sang."

Yeosang nods, and you know if anyone understands, he does.

He gives you a little wave of his fingers, still breathing through his mouth, even though you've put distance between the two of you.

"I know. Text me when you get home, yeah?"

Home.

Your wolf latches onto the word, and suddenly your feet are moving of their own accord.

"I will."

******

Walking into the apartment that the pack shares is always nice-everything smells like home, comforting and familiar, a mixture of all of your scents-but today, when you're already feeling way too sensitive and overstimulated, like you want to jump out of your own skin, well, it's all too much.

It hits you all at once-the strong, heady, woodsy scents of the other alphas, the sickly sweet, honeyed scents of the omegas, the calm, mellow in between of the betas-and you're choking on air, dropping your backpack beside the door without even kicking off your shoes, stumbling over your own feet in your hurry to cover your nose and mouth.

You take a few deep calming breaths of your own scent, stuck in the creases of your palm, and try to focus on getting down the hallway and to the bathroom.

If you can just take a shower, just wash off the overpowering presence of your own scent, get rid of all the others clinging to you like sticky sweat, then maybe-

"Hey, you're home early."

Changbin appears in the hallway, and you're instantly assaulted by the fellow alpha's aggressively smokey scent-all campfires and ashy logs burning into coals-and it's definitely too much, because you feel something inside of you clench up instinctively, feel your wolf bare its teeth on reflex.

"Shit." You curse beneath your breath, backing up into the wall, as far away from Changbin as you can manage.

His eyes go wide then, and you know he's caught a whiff of your pheremones, pulsing in the air between the two of you now, rolling off of you like a warning.

"Oh." Changbin's lips part slightly, revealing a flash of white teeth, and suddenly your wolf is changing its tune at the sight, whimpering, begging for him to pin you down, rake his teeth across your throat-

So damn fickle.

"Yeah." You manage to get out between your own gritted teeth, glancing toward the closed bathroom door. "I really need to-"

Changbin hears your unspoken words, because he's putting his hands up and backing away slowly, allowing you to scurry past him and into the safety of the bathroom, hand clenched firmly over your nose.

You slam the door shut behind you with a sigh and take a few moments just to breath-in out, in out, in out-trying to clear the haze that seems to have settled over your thoughts as soon as you smelled Changbin, as soon as you caught a scent of him.

"Pull it together." You whisper, and you're not really sure if you're talking to yourself or the desperate wolf still clawing away at your insides.

But you know, either way, it's impossible, will be impossible, until you get through this sudden pre-rut and the following rut.

You shed your clothes and turn on the water as hot as it will go, stepping into the flow, letting the scalding drops burn across your skin, even though you feel like you're currently on fire, temperature already spiking in preparation, way above normal.

You flip the dial to the cold temperature now and wait, the water cooling rapidly, until its icy and frozen against your flushed skin, hoping that the sudden change will snap something to alertness inside of you, level and cool your head.

It does nothing but make you shiver, and you step out of the shower no less worked up than before, mind no more clear.

Pulling on a clean pair of sweats that only smell of laundry detergent helps some, and by the time you manage to reemerge and brave the living room, you feel slightly less manic than before.

Slightly is the key word.

Changbin is nowhere in sight and you breathe a sigh of relief, but that's a mistake, because as soon as you inhale, your nose is filled with a sent so cloyingly sweet, so incredibly tempting, it makes your mouth instantly water.

It's the smell of oranges ripened perfectly by the sun and fresh baked sugar cookies and just the hint of spicy vanilla.

Your eyes alight on the source, sitting on the living room couch, and you're pretty sure you're practically drooling at this point.

Felix.

He glances up when you enter, smile wide, beautiful eyes even wider, and his freckles crinkle with the strength of his happiness at the sight of you.

"Noona!"

If you were in active rut, you would've jumped the omega at first sight, but this is pre-rut, and you're slightly more in control of your emotions, of your instincts.

Slightly is still the key word.

So instead, you fist your hands into the material of your sweatpants and stay in the doorway, making no move toward him, because honestly, god, he smells amazing, and you don't trust yourself to get any closer to him, just in case.

"Hi, Lix." You choke out, resisting the urge to cover your nose once more with the palm of your hand, inconspicuously checking for drool around the corners of your mouth instead as you raise your hand.

He gets up from the couch then, heading toward you, eyes bright, arms outstretched, and the scent of oranges is intoxicating and you can't.

"Oh my god." You practically moan, and Felix stops in his tracks, because you're sure, you've just released a wave of pheromones so strong that you're surprised it hasn't physically knocked him back.

His pupils dilate almost comically, and his mouth drops open, and you know that look, you know it, and you hate it, because you know, beyond a doubt, that his wolf is screaming at full volume now, and the only thing it's chanting, over and over and over again, is alpha alpha alpha.

"Don't, Felix." You warn, covering your nose now even though it won't help, backing into the doorframe, even as he comes closer to you, and dammit, you want to ignore every sign your body is screaming at you, want to give in, want to listen to your wolf when it whispers he's right there, take him, you know he wants it.

You shake your head, trying to physically clear the thoughts from your head, and Felix takes another step toward you, as if he's entranced, drawn to you without thinking, and he probably is.

Luckily for the both of you, Jisung picks that moment to enter the room, saving the both of you from the insistent howling of your crazed wolves.

"Woah." His pupils go wide and dark at the overwhelming smell that must be permeating the room, you and Felix, all mixed up and intertwined together, and then he's spurred into action, leaping in between the two of you, stopping Felix's forward advance with a strong palm on his chest. "Easy, Felix, buddy."

He glances over at you, nose twitching, and you know, know even as a beta, that he's struggling being this close to your scent, so overwhelmingly alpha, sense it in the way he holds his body tense, smell it in the way his scent-usually clean and fresh, like spring hung laundry-bitters slightly, acrid on your tongue.

"Pre-rut?" He asks, though you know he already knows the answer, knows before you even nod wordlessly.

He glances back to Felix, the omega's forward advances stilled, and his eyes look slightly clearer now, though his face is still dreamy, still under the control of your significantly weaker, but still present, pheromones.

"I didn't know you guys were home." You offer helplessly, sudden shame darkening your cheeks, making you feel hot once more.

"It's fine, baby girl." Jisung is quick to reassure you, reaching out to swipe a few fingers down the length of your neck, calming you with a brief, gentle touch over your scent gland.

The air smells more like sun bleached laundry now, and less like the crisp, sharp scent of winter chilled pine.

Felix takes in a deep breath through his mouth and shakes his head, and you finally see his eyes clear completely, as if he's dropping back into himself.

"Damn. That was a trip."

"Sorry, Lix." You apologize sheepishly, hands still curled into your sides. "I should've checked to be safe."

"It's all good, Noona." Felix offers you a large grin, eyes crinkling, freckles stretching, and the wolf inside of you flares possessively for a moment at the sight, at the innocently sweet omega standing before you.

Mine.

You push the thought, and your wolf, back down.

Jisung looks slightly more relaxed now, letting his hand drop from Felix's chest and tangle with his fingers instead, as he shoots you a slightly amused, slightly empathetic look.

"Finals are gonna be rough for you this year, huh?"

You groan and sink back against the door frame, trying to ignore the sweet smell of Felix still lingering in the air, making your skin itch.

"They're always rough. Now they're gonna be hell."

*****

If the first day of pre-rut is rough, then the second is absolutely unbearable.

Everything makes you twitch, every single smell is overwhelming, and the only thought that keeps bouncing around in your head is pack, pack, pack.

Not to mention, you're so incredibly horny that you feel like you need to constantly take a cold shower.

And this, this 'before time', is always usually the easy part.

It's gonna pale in comparison to the actual rut itself.

You hate it.

So after you've read the same sentence in your book at least fifty times, you flop over onto your back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore the growing heat beneath every inch of your skin.

You're trying to stay away from everyone, trying to make it all easier on them, because you know you smell ridiculously strong right now, know your increased pheromones aren't doing anyone any favors.

No one is safe right now-alpha, beta, omega-no one.

But you're also weak, and selfish, and the wolf inside of you is practically begging at this point to be with someone, anyone, and so when Chan shows up at your door, letting you know that lunch is ready, scent blocker clearly liberally applied under his nose, you can't help the low whine that escapes your throat at the sight of him.

His pupils blow at the sound, and you can practically see the wolf inside of him raise its head in interest.

"What's wrong?" He sighs with the start of a fond, soft smile, and when you make grabby hands at him instead of answering, he indulges you, crawling onto the bed with you and wrapping around your back, nosing at the crook of your neck.

You relax instantly, the smell of rain drenched earth and heady loam washing over you with his closeness, and allow him to scent you, because the strong smell of your own scent is giving you a headache, and this may be the first respite you've had all day, Chan mixing his scent with your own, toning once sharp oranges down to muted yellows in your brain.

"You don't have to stay away from us all you know." He murmurs against your skin, fingers curling into the front of your sweatshirt, breath warm as it washes across your throat. "Not yet at least."

You sigh.

"I know that, technically, I don't have to, not until my actual rut starts, but-" You hesitate, and you feel Chan push himself up on an elbow to glance down at you, though you don't meet his gaze, chewing on your bottom lip worriedly. "You didn't see the look on Felix's face, and I can't, I don't want to make it harder for anyone than it has to be."

The other alpha sighs now, and you try to ignore the way his fingers stroking across the bare skin beneath the hem of your sweatshirt feel, try to focus on the strong burst of petrichor he gives off with his next serious words.

"But you're making it harder on yourself. And you're part of this pack too, you know."

You roll onto your back to look at him then, and the corner of your mouth lifts into the hint of a self patronizing smile, as you reach up to carefully thumb at the streak of greasy scent blocker beneath his nose.

"So this is just for fun then, Christopher?"

He rolls his eyes and captures your raised hand, lifting it to his lips to brush a brief kiss across the back of your knuckles, and even that short contact has something inside of you shivering.

Damn pre-rut.

"It's just a precaution."

"Because I stink." You supply dryly, watching his expression for any minute reaction.

"You don't stink." He stammers out, clearly caught off guard, and you have to focus on biting back the smile that is threatening at his very obvious and sudden discomfort. "You actually smell really-"

You wait, but he doesn't continue, and he's squirming now, caught beneath your pointed gaze.

Teasing Chan is taking your mind off of some of the pre-rut misery, so you decide to press just a bit further, because, why not?

Surging upward, you straddle him, and by the way his pupils blow at the sudden weight of your body on his, you know his wolf is reacting, snarling inside for something more.

You know, because yours is doing the exact same thing.

"Tell me, Channie." You purr out, leaning over him, pinning him against the bed, the wolf inside of you baring its teeth dominantly at the flash of the other alpha's exposed throat. "What do I smell like?"

The room reeks strongly now of a field of wisteria drenched in a torrential downpour-the effect of your two scents mixing-and something, some little voice in the back of your brain, warns you not to go too far.

Chan swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and something deep within you has your teeth aching painfully, wanting to nip, to bite, to scent, to mark.

You resist the urge, but just barely.

"You smell really, really good." Chan breathes out, and the slight hitch in his voice is enough to make you want to pounce.

But you don't, because the voice is louder now, yelling above the frenzy of your wolf, and you reluctantly release him from your hold, sliding off of him, standing up from the bed as he lays there for another brief moment, looking slightly dazed.

The overwhelming wave of wisteria starts to die down now, like flowers wilting beneath a too hot sun, like the faint whiff of someone's perfume left behind after their exit from a room, and Chan's pupils slowly shrink back down to their usual size as he sits up slowly.

He glances over at you, and you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and bite down, if only to keep yourself grounded. The taste of sharp copper overrides the scent of forest after a spring storm, and you can feel your wolf gradually quieting, shrinking into the background once more.

"Dangerous." You murmur, more to yourself than anyone else, but Chan nods in agreement, reaching up to rake a hand through his mussed hair as he stares back at you, golden irises still molten and swirling, like a freshly minted coin.

"Dangerous."

******

The third day of pre-rut, the day before the actual rut, is hell, but in a completely different way.

It's way less horny, and way more misery.

You feel like you've been hit by a bus.

Everything hurts, the lights are too bright, sounds are too loud, everyone's scents are simultaneously the only thing that gives you comfort and the main thing that gives you a throbbing headache, and you're pretty sure if you have to get out of your bed, you'll die.

So you don't. You simply burrow under your blankets and go back to sleep.

You don't know what time it is when the door to your room cracks open cautiously, because you've kept the curtains drawn religiously, but you know it's probably well past noon judging by the way the light is creeping across the floor.

The saccharine scent of omega floods the room.

You lift your head to see who it is, eyes narrowed against the light, hair sweaty and tangled and sticking up at odd angles, and honestly, you're shocked the other alphas have even let the omegas close to you when you're this close.

Your body aches, and your throat feels like its raw and sore, but the smell of Jeongin and Hyunjin, still standing in the cracked doorway, instantly seems to soothe some of your pains, licking over your body like a cool stream of water, cooling you down, if only a little.

You let your lips part, your tongue slipping out and across your dry lips, self indulgently allowing yourself to taste them both open mouthed for a moment, before your rein yourself back in and croak out, "You guys shouldn't be here."

Hyunjin is the first to step into the room, Jeongin following close behind on the other omega's heels, closing the door quietly and snugly behind them.

"Chan-hyung said it was okay." The older omega stops short of the bed, and you glance up at him through blurry eyes, fingers gripping into your sheets. "Besides, we used scent blockers, don't worry, noona."

Jeongin peeks over Hyunjin's shoulder, eyes wide and dark, and there's a sort of high pitched whine that leaves his throat at the sight of you, a trembling keen at the sight of one of his alpha's reduced to a pile of agony on the bed.

The sound rouses something inside of you, and your wolf is practically whimpering, telling you to do something, anything, but just comfort the omega.

"C'mere, Innie." You whisper, because you feel like if you raise your voice any louder, it's going to aggravate the headache that still pounds dully behind your eyes.

He hesitates, torn between the cry of his wolf and the cautious warnings of his brain, and the corner of your lip curls into the start of a humorless smile.

"I promise, I won't bite. That'll happen tomorrow, I'm sure. But for now, I haven't completely lost control yet."

Hyunjin nudges Jeongin toward you, and it must be the final push he needs, because the younger omega happily slides beneath the comforter next to you without any more prompting.

You wrap your arms around him and bury your nose in his hair, and the wave of cinnamon and freshly baked bread that washes over you at the action has your body relaxing more than it has in the past twenty four hours.

Everything feels heavy, and it hurts, but the presence of an omega-one of your omegas-has your wolf finally purring with contentment for the first time since you started pre-rut.

You reach out for Hyunjin, still standing motionlessly beside the bed, doing your best not to jostle Jeongin, and the older omega immediately complies with your silent request, sliding into the bed beside the other boy.

There's a new scent now, one you recognize as Hyunjin's, a waft of delicious lemony cake glazed with the sweet tones of honey, and then their scents are mixing together into an intoxicating, comforting cocktail that hints at kitchens used for baking on a warm spring afternoon.

You let out the breath you have been holding, hell, it feels like since you started pre-rut in the library that afternoon with Yeosang, and bury your face once more into Jeongin's hair, fingers tangling into Hyunjin's long, golden locks.

They're soft under your fingers, like strands of spun silk.

Jeongin whimpers softly, nosing at the hollow of your throat, and you pull back, glancing down at him, at the way the scent blocker-that damn scent blocker-smears beneath his button nose like grease that's not meant to be there.

Omega is sad. Help omega.

"What's wrong, Innie?" You ask gently, reaching up to carefully pinch his chin between your fingers, holding his wide, dark gaze. "Tell alpha, baby."

"Don't like that I can't smell you." He whines high in his throat, and something clenches in response inside of you, something that is so utterly alpha, something that is suddenly screaming at you fix it fix it fix it.

"Ahhh baby, I know." You hum back under your breath, Jeongin snuggling in against your chest at the comforting vibrations, as you lean down to press a gentle kiss into his hair. "But it would be too much right now. It's for everyone's safety."

Jeongin sniffs, but nods, and your fingers find and tangle with Hyunjin's against the smaller omega's back.

"But if it helps-" You start again, voice low and fond, fingers carding through his dark hair. "-I can smell you, and it's making me feel a whole lot better."

There is a new, stronger surge of cinnamon at your words, and Jeongin looks up at you, starting to smile for the first time since you've seen him.

"Really?"

You nod firmly. "Really."

"C'mon, Innie, don't be sad." Hyunjin speaks up, leaning up to rest the sharp jut of his chin in the younger's shoulder, nosing against his scent gland comfortingly as he does so. "Once noona's rut is over, you can smell her all you want."

You meet his piercing gaze, and offer him the hint of a smile, because Hyunjin will deny it, but you know he's just as affected by your lack of scent as his younger packmate.

"But until then-" You lean closer to Jeongin, pressing a gentle kiss over the scent gland that rests in the crook of his neck, and he shivers beneath you, delicious and pliant and putty in your hands.

The alpha inside of you purrs.

Mine.

"-I can scent you. And then you can have me with you after you take the scent blockers off."

Jeongin looks up at you again, and his pupils are incredibly black.

"Please scent me, alpha."

"Mmm." You hum in contentment beneath your breath, leaning into him, arms caging him in place, nose brushing a long line over his throat, right across the sensitive scent glands. "Such a good omega for alpha, aren't you baby boy?"

Jeongin makes a sound in his throat, and the scent of cinnamon is practically overwhelming now.

Scenting an omega is always an enjoyable experience, but pre-rut? It's practically sinful.

You rub your scent all over the whining, squirming Jeongin, and when you're thoroughly satisfied, you pull back, licking your lips and admiring the way his pupils have basically taken over the warm amber of his eyes.

Hyunjin takes an experimental whiff of the younger omega and his own pupils blow.

"God, you smell incredibly, Innie."

You smirk wickedly at the other omega, and tug him toward you by the chin, fingers curling into his skin.

"Your turn, Jinnie? Wanna be a good boy for alpha and let me scent you too?"

He must catch a slight trace of your pheromones, even through the thick scent blocker, because Hyunjin is suddenly omega shaped putty in your hands, and he's nodding eagerly.

"Scent me, alpha. Please."

Mine, the wolf inside of you crows triumphantly as you place your nose against Hyunjin's bared throat, all mine.

*****

You wake up the next morning, and you're hot, and sticky, and sore, but mostly just incredibly and annoyingly turned on.

The mere thought of seeing one of your other pack members has you high tailing it to the ensuite bathroom for a long, cold shower.

You pull on one of the other alpha's worn hoodies, hoping that maybe the smell of them left behind will be enough to ground you, but as you flop back onto the bed, the warm notes of Minho, bergamot and amber, do nothing but increase the persistent itch beneath your skin.

Groaning, you throw your arm over your eyes and wish for death.

Your ears prick at the sound of the door opening, but you don't uncover your eyes, not until the amber is back, flooding over you, way stronger and more present than the faded smell of the hoodie you wear.

Your wolf paces impatiently.

Minho.

"You look like shit."

"Yeah, well I feel like it." You quip back, cracking open an eye to see the other alpha standing over you, hands on his hips, one eyebrow raised. "Did you just come here to rub it in?"

Minho rolls his eyes and sits down on the edge of the bed, mattress dipping beneath his weight.

You try to ignore the way his smell swirls around you at the movement, making your mouth water, the itch now mounting into a painful burn.

"No. I came to check on you, believe it or not."

"Ah, that's sweet." You reply back dryly, shifting slightly to try and fight down the growing urge to devour him whole.

He's playing a dangerous game, and by the look in his eyes, he knows it.

"Do you wanna put your dick where your mouth is? Cause if not, get out."

Minho grins sharply, all teeth and wet pink tongue, and something inside of you clenches with intense need.

You want.

"I always forget how pissy you get when you're in rut, sweetheart."

"I am not pissy." You grumble back, swallowing hard and closing your eyes, wiling the sudden heat between your legs to please just go away. It doesn't. "Listen, Minho, I really need you to-"

Your words drop off into a sharp intake of breath at the feel of his fingers.

He smirks, leaning over you, leaning into you, and the smell of warm amber is practically overwhelming, mixing, intertwining with the sharp smell of a dawning winter day over a pine grove.

"Need me to what, sweetheart?" He murmurs smugly, curling his fingers, your body arching up into his without thought. That damn smirk grows wider by the moment. "Do this?"

The ache spikes as he does it again, and the itch under your skin is now licking flames down your spine, burning you up from the inside out, and the only thought you can conjure through the heat of the haze is mine mine mine.

The wolf inside of you growls possessively as Minho lathes his tongue over a sensitive spot of your scent glands.

You flip the two of you over without much thought, and if Minho is surprised, he doesn't show it, merely watching you carefully from his new spot on the mattress, the notes of bergamot in the air deepening almost imperceptibly, wisteria blossoms beginning to creep into the spaces his scent has left.

"We're going to do this my way."

Minho looks completely relaxed beneath you, the only give away to his own arousal the slight molten hue taking over his golden irises.

"Whatever you say, alpha."

You take in a deep breath, the air heady with floral, your scent, and carefully raise a hand to his neck, letting your fingers trail down the line of his scent glands, splay across the base of his throat.

Minho is usually pretty unreadable, but his expression falters for a brief moment at your pointed touch, and then he shudders beneath you.

Your wolf snarls in triumph.

"You're so pretty like this, Minnie." You muse quietly, taking in every inch of his body slowly with your eyes, admiring the way the other alpha squirms minutely beneath you. "All on display, just for me."

He wants, your wolf whispers smugly, wants you.

Minho's openly panting now, lips slightly parted, and the spike of your scent in the air clues you into how much affect you're having on him.

You know it's mainly just the rut pheromones, extremely strong and incredibly overpowering, but something inside of you preens at the thought that another alpha is so openly lusting after you.

"What do you want?" You purr, leaning over to nose your way along his glands, intent on filling every inch and crack of Minho with you, with your scent.

Mine.

You relish the way his fingers dig into your hips, relish the way he pulls you down to him, the way his body reacts to your own.

His lips are on yours, tongue licking into your mouth, hot and wet and insistent, and he tastes like how a bakery would smell, and you love it, because something about it is just so intrinsically Minho.

"I want you."

And later, when you're curled up at his side, both of you panting now, coming down from the high, bare skin sweaty and flushed, sticking wherever you touch, Minho reluctantly cards his fingers through your hair and grumbles out beneath his breath, "Damn, I really hate ruts."

You laugh, running gentle fingers across his bare chest in nonsense patterns.

"No you don't."

Minho growls, low in his throat, rolling his eyes, but leans over to scent you anyway, and the wolf inside of you howls in delight.

Mine.

*****

Day two is worse, which you thought was impossible, but every year, you're reminded that it is indeed entirely possible.

Seungmin and Jisung show up some time around noon, trays of food held in their hands, and you groan at the sight of them, sitting sweaty and disgusting in messy sheets.

You haven't even worked up the energy to shower yet.

Jisung offers you the hint of a smile, his cheeks puffing, and carefully sets down the food on the bedside table.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like shit." You answer back honestly, the smell of the food making your stomach rumble, but the thought of actually eating making you incredibly nauseous.

Seungmin sets down his offerings, and stands watching you for a moment, face unreadable.

"The hyungs say you should eat. It'll help."

You glance over at the younger beta, and are suddenly grateful they're the ones who have brought you food, simply because their fresh clean scents are the first ones in days that haven't made your core clench and gush with absolute need.

They still look and smell delicious enough to eat but-

You shake your head, clearing the cobwebs of those thoughts from your mind, and tentatively reach out for the iced tea they have brough you, taking an exploratory gulp.

The sweet liquid coats your throat like honey and you gulp down the rest of the glass.

"I'll try okay?" You supply back noncommittally as the two betas continue to stare at you and the still untouched food. "I don't really have an appetite."

"That's not what Minho-hyung said yesterday." Jisung replies smugly, earning himself a sharp hit to the arm from Seungmin. "Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"Whatever he told you, it was all his idea." You answer back nonchalantly, reaching for a grape, and tentatively biting down on the sweet fruit between your teeth. When the gush of juice doesn't immediately make you want to throw up, you reach for another. "I had nothing to do with it."

"Sure." Jisung snorts, and you shoot him a smug grin around the grape you're currently eating.

You note the smear of scent blocker beneath Jisung's nose and sigh, waving around at the room tiredly.

"Does it stink in here? Or do I just really need to shower that badly?"

The joke does nothing to help the sudden drop in mood.

"Nah." Jisung waves his hand reassuringly, reaching out to carefully pat your thigh.

The skin is so sensitive in your current state that the touch of his fingers has you feeling like a live wire, and you do your best to swallow down the sudden desire with the rest of your grape.

"It smells like you still just-" He hesitates, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. "-a lot stronger."

You let out a bark of unamused laughter and lean back on the bed, letting out a long, drawn out sigh from between your teeth. "Yeah. I figured."

"Do you need anything?" Seungmin asks quietly, seriously, and his words accompany a whiff of ginger, spiking with his sudden anxiety and worry.

Soothe soothe soothe.

You sit up, almost falling off the bed in your rush to comfort the younger beta.

"No, seriously, I'm fine, Seungie! Don't even worry about me."

It's a blatant lie, but the minute relaxation of his face at your words makes your wolf lower its hackles a bit at least.

"You've all been taking very good care of me. Tomorrow should be the last day, and then everything will be back to normal, okay?"

The itch is back beneath your skin, and your eyes dart toward the open door of the bathroom.

Jisung must pick up on the slight shift in your scent, because he's standing, ushering Seungmin toward the door.

"Hang in there, noona, okay? See you tomorrow."

You give them a little wave, and with one last smile, the betas leave you alone once more.

The itch is persistent now, and you clench your thighs, breathing deeply, wondering if you can get away with doing today on your own.

You probably can, right?

Other alphas do this alone all the time, right?

Then so can you.

Mates, your wolf whimpers sadly inside of you, but you push it stubbornly back down again, and head for the relief of the shower.

*****

You're on your third shower in as many hours when it finally hits you that maybe you can't do this alone.

A whimper escapes your lips, sitting on the cold floor of the shower, knees pulled tight to your chest, because everything hurts, and beneath it all, the ever present prickle stinging across your skin.

You rest your forehead on your knees and stare at the way the water swirls down the drain, memorizing the way the drops look as they drip slowly over your skin, distorting the pink, scarred flesh of the mating mark that drapes across your shoulder.

It's too hard, you think, at the same time your wolf whines plaintively, something sounding a lot along the lines of a repeat from earlier.

Mates.

You don't hear the bathroom door open over the sound of the running shower, but you instantly smell it, metaphorical hackles rising immediately.

Wet earth overlaid with something smoky.

Your wolf growls, low and long, a warning, for the other alpha to stay away.

Chan appears outside of the shower, hazy and out of focus through the steamy glass, and holds his hands up as if in peace, expression careful.

Your wolf snarls and snaps.

"Easy." He murmurs, Changbin appearing at his side now, eyes dark and unreadable as they come to rest on you.

Something inside of your brain whispers that you're being ridiculous, that these are your mates, that they're not going to hurt you, that maybe, if you let them, they could actually make all the hurt go away, but you can't, because the wolf is too loud, too strong.

Chan and Changbin know this, you see it in the way their expressions soften, regarding you from a safe distance, curled in the bottom of the shower like a wet, pathetic, scared animal.

Chan crouches down beside you, and his smell is overwhelming, and you flinch away, reaching up to cover your nose with your hand, breathing in the steamy air through your mouth.

"Hey." He gives you a soft smile, and your wolf quiets, just for a moment, at the familiar sight. "We'll leave, okay? But promise you'll tell us if you need anything?"

You manage a terse nod, and Changbin is moving to rest a hand on the other alpha's shoulder, sending a wave of smoky charcoal over you, making your wolf once again bare its teeth.

"I just-" You manage to choke out from behind your hand, trying to focus on nothing but evening your breathing. You close your eyes and try to focus. "I'm sorry-I really need you to leave. Your scents-"

You know they'll understand, know they won't be hurt, and you promise yourself silently that you'll give them both extra snuggles when all of this is over.

You feel a slight, quick squeeze of your hand, and then when you open your eyes once more, the other alphas are gone, the smell of wet forest and campfire fading, and you can finally breathe again.

You manage to drag yourself out of the shower and back to your bed after that, though when you get there, you feel as if you've run a marathon, gasping for breath, legs feeling like jelly.

As you slip beneath the covers once more, the only thought bouncing around your tired, muddled brain is sleep.

But then the tingling is back, zapping across your skin like electricity, and you can't get comfortable, because the ache between your legs is gradually mounting, and you feel as if you want to scream, or cry, or just do something other than lay here and feel like this for even one more moment.

"Shit." You practically sob beneath your breath, fingers scratching across your skin, as if that will help banish the damned ever present itch.

It doesn't.

You've just about resigned yourself to taking care of it, forcing yourself to go it alone, when the door opens once more, and the scent of sweet, warm cookies, fresh from the oven, fills the room.

You almost cry at the sight of Felix closing the door softly behind him, and when he meets your gaze, doe eyes wide and soft and god, so fond, you can feel the burning sensation of actual tears in the back of your throat.

Omega omega omega, your wolf keens happily, calling out for him so desperately that you're sure he must be able to hear.

"Hey, alpha."

"Felix." You choke out, voice strangled, overwhelmed by the sweet, lilting tone of his words, and the strong wave of citrus that washes over you as he gives you an affection, soft smile, stepping toward the bed.

You stare at him dumbly, mouth agape, swept up in the way he moves, the way he looks in his sweatshirt-wait, is that your sweatshirt?-slipping to reveal the edge of his collarbone, the mating mark that matches your own barely peeking out, baby pink, against tan skin.

And then, as he draws closer, you realize, too late, horrified, that there's no sheen of smeared scent blocker beneath his nose.

Instantly, you're scrambling away from him, noting suddenly how wide and black his pupils are, desperate to separate him from the siren call of your rut strengthened pheromones.

"Shit, Lix, don't." You warn frantically, nearly falling off the bed in your panic to put distance between the two of you. "What the hell are you thinking? Where's your scent blocker?"

Felix, in contrast to your tightly wound alarm, looks perfectly relaxed, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed, before he offers you a casual half shrug.

"I didn't put any on."

"Shit." You swear again, breathing through your mouth now, covering your nose with your palm.

Your heart is pounding, loud in your ears, as you try to filter out the smell of him, the scent of being in an orange grove almost overwhelming you.

It's almost enough to make you lose control, and you can't do that to Felix.

You won't.

Felix crawls toward you on his hands and knees, face completely and utterly calm, and you wonder, stupidly, if he really knows what he's doing right now.

"Felix-" You try again, voice dropping in warning, even as your wolf dances circles at his approach, yipping like an excited puppy.

"Alpha." He challenges back, gaze stern, alert, bright, as he sits back on his heels in front of you, and reaches for the hand covering your face.

You flinch slightly as his fingers curl around your own, but you reluctantly let him pull the palm down from your nose, and as his fingers tangle with yours, the aroma of tangy citrus is so intoxicating that you can feel yourself salivating.

"God, you smell ridiculously good."

Felix's lips curl into the start of a smile, and you take a moment to get lost in the wide, dark expanse of his pupils, swallowing up the caramel of his irises.

He gestures between the two of you, tilting his head to watch you curiously, and the expression on his face reminds you so much of a pup that your chest squeezes fondly.

"Do you want this?"

"God yes." You breathe out before you can stop yourself, mouth dry, skin itching so much it hurts, but then you're reining yourself back in, even as your wolf whines in disappointment, shaking your head. "But I can't. I don't want to hurt you, Lix."

Something determined crosses Felix's elfin features then, and god, he's so pretty, your heart aches.

"You won't hurt me. I trust you."

Your mouth drops open, like a fish gaping out of water, but no words come out, and Felix smiles fully this time, and its like sunshine on a cloudy day.

There is a spike in the air of spicy vanilla.

Felix reaches for you shyly, tangling his fingers into the front of your t-shirt, and pulls you back on the bed with him, so that you're hovering over him, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his slender hips.

You take a moment to admire the way his full lips part, drinking you in, pupils blowing, blonde hair spread like a halo around his head, freckles dark pinpricks against tanned skin, following the delicate arch of his cheekbones.

Mine, your wolf whispers with pride at the sight of him, mine mine mine.

You reach up and tentatively drag a gentle finger across his lips, and the way he sucks in his breath, sharp and quick, and the ensuing heady rush of orange that fills the air has you growling possessively, deep and low in your chest.

"So, so pretty." You breathe out, leaning over to drag your nose down the length of his bared throat, pausing over the sensitive areas, taking your time to lick over the edges of his scent glands, relishing in each and every whine you pull from between his lips. "Such a pretty, good omega for alpha."

Felix is writhing beneath you with each touch, each careful ministration, and he's panting, skin red and flushed, as your fingers take their time exploring every inch of his skin, pausing over each overly sensitive point, mapping out every single stroke that has him whimpering for more.

He's begging for you to scent him now, and you give in easily, because you've never been able to resist Felix, covering up his tart, sweet scent with the crisp, cool tones of your own, mouthing at every point of his throat, nipping with your teeth in reward when he lets out a particularly sharp gasp.

"Mine." You growl out against his skin as he arches up into you, and the itch is finally starting to subside, drown out beneath every pretty whine that is pulled from Felix's lips.

When you finally collapse beside him, breathing hard, staring glassily up at the ceiling, the room is practically drenched in the fragrance of freshly picked oranges, undertones of frosty wisteria just sharp enough beneath the warmth to keep you feeling slightly alert, even through the sudden exhaustion that makes your bones feel heavy.

Felix lets out a content little hum that has your wolf yipping giddily as he curls into your side, burying his nose into the warm skin stretched over your ribs.

You reach up to stroke gentle fingers through his sweaty hair, and finally, finally, you don't feel like you're being boiled alive, like you want to rip every single inch of skin from your bones.

No, now you just feel tired and content and happy.

"Lix." You breathe out, not sure whether he's already asleep, warm body snuggled against your own, but he lets out another hum beneath his breath to let you know he's heard you, and so you continue.

"Thank you. Seriously."

He glances up at you sleepily, and smiles so sweetly that you're sure your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

"I wanted to. You don't need to thank me." He yawns, white teeth and pink gums flashing, and closes his eyes once more, cuddling back against you, arm drooped over your waist. "This makes me really happy. You make me really happy."

You feel like you're going to cry again, and clearing your throat, silently blame it on the rut hormones.

"You make me really happy, Lixie."

"I'm glad." He whispers, before tilting his head back to clumsily nose at the crook of your neck, eyes still tightly closed, making you laugh fondly, before you press a kiss to the tip of his upturned nose.

Mine, the wolf inside of you whispers contentedly before lying back down to finally, finally sleep.

Mine, mine, mine.

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