#<- it’s so funny. we’re gonna have to either fit all 6 of us on [friend]’s floor or plan b hook up w/ queen’s students and then sleep w/

[dreamertrilogys]

the idea of queen’s hoco is SO crazy to me. like just in terms of the sheer # of ppl who go it’s literally INSANEEEE

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

1K FOLLOWERS

“MOM, DAD, LOOK! WE’RE FAMOUS!!!!!!!!” --- ohhhh my god- oh my god. this- i was not expecting this. loRD- im- im shocked, but. none the less. happy, happy that this blog has made it this far, proud that even to this day some people still like the content and stuff i have, even if it’s now either heavily outdated, or doesn’t fit within the lore persay, or in this case i lowkey cringe at now due to my writing style JKGDFKHKFHKDFHK but still, 1k and 94 followers... hollly shit... i wanted to do something special, like- make an message or something but. Christ im just. too excited i just went and did this, im glad that this blog has managed to stay up to date, glad that people still find stuff on here funny or good or decent, and im glad overall that i still have friends here that remain, i am sorry everyone for not being as active as i’d like to be, i wANT to be more active, really. i do. it’s just been... yeah, a bit hard at the moment. but lord... i’ve been here... probably since the start of the game itself in essence... and just over-time. the blog has grown into SO much more. im proud of what was gained, and what was had, the people i met along the way, people that i still keep in touch with, they helped me so much with ideas, lore, advice, and mentally helped me overall become a better and more mature person than how i was in 2017 and onwards. im proud to have made it this far, 6 whole years ever since this whole blog began, and it’s anniversary is coming in two months, 5 and a half years or so since this blog and AU started, and in just two months, it’s gonna be 6 years old... a lot has changed, a lot HAS been changing, me making the story and AU feel more grounded in some manner to the actual games but still having some elements of the original AU’s script intact. originally this blog was just meant as a simple modern retelling of bendy and the ink machine. told through asks, and ofc, after the events of ink machine AND i guess dark revival at this point, and you’ve all, watched me, and these characters i’ve used, to grown and mature and evolved over time. becoming more than what they were. becoming basically special. i hold them all dearly ro my heart, i loved using these guys, and i love the interactions they have, including Prowler’s. he’s made so many friends on here. so many relationships, and yet. only a few remained. the only ones he found again, were my boys @ask-modern-demon @ask-soul-bendy @ask-the-demon-of-joey-studios and @onexeyedxtwin​ ‘s own bendys but even then. i still remember the memories and interactions that they all had overall. but.. thank you all. thank every single one of you, this blog has grown so much, and i hope that over-time. it will continue to grow as i improve the AU a lot more, to make it truly a lot more better than it really is, with that being said. in order for me to truly make some of these stories in the blog matter i have but one simple announcement. throughout this time frame. i have only truly ever completed was FOUR arcs, the first was the halloween crossover arc, the second was the recovery arc, back when i had prowler with the purple eye. and the third arc that was the more recent ones, was the Faded arc, despite how shortlived it was. and of course. most recently in last late last year or so. maybe in late 2021 or something. Prowler’s Revenge Arc, the rest of the arcs after? either never went anywhere, or were eventually scrapped and discontinued. that being said, i am going to be remaking an very old arc on here. to have it fit in MORE with the new lore and a hint of things to come in the memory loss arc and the finale of the lanky saga overall. i am going to be merging both the halloween crossover, AND the recovery arc, into one story that i’ll be making over-time, ofc it’ll probably be published after i finally finish the new and improved main story AND the one people have probably been asking for in secret. my take on Dark revival in this AU. it is coming, and the reboot to the OG story will be a thousand times more better than how it was originally. but yeah, i am going to be rebooting and merging two of those old completed arcs, into an story of sorts cause i do NOT want to scroll all the way down to the halloween posts and remake them all, because one it would take forever, and two. i simply genuinely don’t know how else to make it better so. the old halloween arc will simply just be an standard halloween thing with prowler being over-reactive, the REAL story to that arc, will be posted sometime whenever i have a grasp of what to do, obviously im not keeping in the crossover, that just ain’t right. hence why im merging in both the recovery and halloween arc into one story. i dunno when each ‘chapter’ will be posted but i guess expect it as things yet to come before we finally put an end to the lanky saga, and have things go back to a bit more normal and happy go lucky around blog, i love the comedy, i love the interactions, and the asks that makes my characters just question their own reality JGDFKHFKHKFH, and i miss that, i felt like i made this blog WAY too serious real fast. but yeah. that’s all, thank you all. for being here with me, from start to present, it’s been nearly 6 years since this blog began, and we have finally done it, finally made it to 1k, and im just... happy, so... again. thank you all. i mean it.

stay safe out there people. this is toon, your friendly tired artist and writer, and friend, here’s to hoping the rest of 2023 won’t be me becoming an cryptid again LOL... but yeah. thank you one and all, i mean it. even to my friends. you all helped me grow as a person, and so... with that... one last time before i finish this post... thank you. every single one of you... that is all! hope you all are excited, i know i am.

[stellarwaffles]

I am watching The Lego Ninjago Movie!!

- that’s not a lego :/

- oh the kid has a lego

- Lloyd!

- he’s missing an arm :(

- ok now they’re legos

- “who could the ninja be?” Bestie you can see Nya’s hair. Her mask is only covering her mouth. You can see the majority of her head

- ok now she’s got a proper mask

- Lloyd’s birthday! When is it? What’s the date? They didn’t say

- “I’m your son, Lloyd Garmadon.” “No, my son is bald and has no teeth”

- “How old are you, 7? You’re 7, right?” To be fair to Garmadon I still kinda think my brother is 6 (he’s not 6). To be not fair to Garmadon I think this is supposed to tell us he’s an absent father

- he is 16! First canon age ever

- aww Lloyd just wants someone to tell him happy birthday :(

- “hey mom.. just a thought.. what if I didn’t go to school today?” Me to my mom every day in every grade

- Lloyd’s mom is called Koko in the movieverse, right? I love her she’s amazing

- :(

- why does everyone hate Lloyd? What did he do? :(

- Zane!

- Kai!

- NYA!!

- and Cole + Jay!

- “hey, bro!” “Hey sis :)” “oh, hey actual bro”

- ooh Nya’s good at painting

- “it’s Garmadon!” “Thanks, Lloyd.” How is that Lloyd’s fault. What control does he have over his father’s actions

- miss teacher are you really bothered about grammar right now

- ZANE DOESNT EVEN WALK HES JUST GLIDING

- how does Nya fit her motercycle into her locker

- gee I wonder if Zane’s a robot- nevermind, he’s clearly just an average human teen

- “as long as we have these mechs, we’re unstoppable!” I feel like they’re gonna lose their mechs

- ..is Zane out as a robot?

- I thought the plural of ninja was ninja? Isn’t that what the skeletons said in the pilots? Bc in the movie everyone’s saying ninjas

- Lloyd deserves all the positive attention ever

- there are many benefits to being a marine biologist the water ninja

- I thought their identities were supposed to be secret? Lloyd just said all of their names

- ok about their voices

Kai still sounds like Kai, but Cole sounds odd. He doesn’t really sound like Cole.

Jay also sounds a little odd, but maybe I’m just not used to his voice yet.

Zane sounds like they wanted you to know from his very first line that he’s a robot

Nya + Lloyd sound fine I guess idk

- they took Jay’s anxiety and made it his main character trait (so far) /neutral

- why are there still students in the bus on the road? Before the attack started everyone was in class

- the green dragon mech looks cool

- “well if you can see me then why don’t you shoot me?” *gets shot*

- oh no

- he’s not talking about you Lloyd

- I knew it :(

- he’s still not talking about you Lloyd he’s talking about.. your mom?

- oh no not Lloyd’s mom either

- damn :(

- oh now he is talking about Lloyd

- damn :(

- to be fair I’d be pissed at Garmadon too

- skshsjs

- SKSHSJSHSJS HE THREW BACKWARDS,,

- I can’t believe Kai or Cole or Nya or just any of the others never taught him how to throw/catch

That seems like something they would do

- “funny you ask uh NO ONE. >:(“

- he’s being made fun of by his dad on his birthday

- Lloyd does not know how to:

Throw

Catch

Ride a bike

Shave

Difuse a bomb

- seriously I feel like Kai (or any of them) would see dadless Lloyd and decide to do father/son stuff with him like playing catch + teaching him how to shave + whatever

Also if Lloyd doesn’t know how to shave but there’s no hair on his face does that mean he hasn’t started growing facial hair yet or is he just really bad at shaving

- “y’know what’s funny? I know how to do all those things” yeah you’re also the person who’s supposed to teach him

- “when I die. If I die. I will never die.”

- “you got a lot of issues Green Ninja, I hope you get a chance to work ‘em out by the time I’m back” Garmadon says go to therapy

- wow General #1 was promoted for like 30 seconds before being fired, rip

- “intimidation. We paint angry eyebrows on the troops’ faces.”

- “what if you just ran for mayor?”

- “for me it’s easy to fight him cause he’s. not my father.” Thanks Jay, that’s helpful

- “there’s nothing ‘ninja’ about you ninja” that is true

- “greeeen.”

- “so.. water, fire, lightning, earth, ice and..” “greeeen” “..but that’s not an element?”

- “can I be wind? Wind isn’t taken” it is actually, by your dead cousin

- “practice spinjitzu” *everyone starts slowly spinning*

- the ultimate weapon.. a laser pointer

- “I’m super, super… old.”

- someone give Lloyd a hug

- OH WAIT HEY THATS ED + EDNA IN THE BACKGROUND!! :D

- S7 LLOYD!! ALSO IN THE BACKGROUND on a billboard

- he has a hoodie

- she’s an amazing mother I love Koko with all my heart

- “yeah I was there” “what?” “W atching. with all the other regular kids.”

- he has a goldfish

- man she made him a cake and everything and he’s just going to bed :/

I mean I get it, I’d just wanna go to bed to, but man :/

- “we got a message from your brother” “oh yeah? What did he say?” “*dumb childish insults*” “that sounds like my brother.”

- for secret ninja they sure do use their real names

- “it’s time for you to ninja-go-away-for-good”

- why does his mech have so many missiles

- oh no not his dragon :(

- so why does being on top of a tower make one ruler of Ninjago? They showed the mayor being on top of the tower earlier. Why does it work that way?

- how did Wu not see Lloyd take the laser pointer?

- “are you crossing your fingers?” “That’s physically impossible I don’t have fingers”

- yeah I saw that coming

- :O!! Cat!!

- oh no

- oh this is sad actually

- identity reveal!

- LUHLOYD

- wait do laser pointers break that easily?

- Lloyd “daddy issues” Garmadon

- oh she’s fired. That’s what you get for slurping your drink annoyingly

- yeah! You tell him Koko!

- oh this scene hurts more with context. Don’t be mean to Lloyd :(

- “if I was gonna die, it would be to teach you a lesson”

- they’re running around without their masks on they’re not very good at being secret

- they’re mad at Lloyd but realistically any of them could’ve done the same thing while staying 100% in character

- SKSHSJSHS

- they’re doing a pretty good job at making Wu + Garmadon seem like brothers in my opinion

- “gasp.”

- well. It is called the bridge of fallen mentors.

- “one.. two.. three..

“Huh. I thought that was supposed to work with kids.”

- ok so 16 years ago Garmadon was 158 which means he’s 174. Second canon age!

- Master Wu is 167! Third canon age!

That means Garmadon is 7 years older (that’s how old he thought Lloyd was..)

- “Lloyd’s never asked me about my arms, have you Lloyd?” “Don’t talk to me”

- man Lloyd can’t catch a break can he. First he’s made fun of by his dad, now he’s made fun of by his dad and his friends

- noooooo listen to Master Wu + go on the right path

It’s literally called the right path

- gee who would’ve thought this was a bad idea

- “you gotta get yourself a volcano, kid.” Life advice

- “I got you, dude! I got you!” “I really could’a walked out by myself, but thank you.” Lava real??

- “oh no.. I can’t believe we ran off and just left him back there” well it’s not like he hasn’t been abandoned before

- ok so Zane is out as a robot

- “guys, no swimming. We just ate!”

- I know I said it at least twice but why did none of the others take it upon themselves to teach Lloyd how to throw/catch? I really feel like Kai would’ve done that within a week of becoming friends with Lloyd

- OH NO HE HIT A CAT

- “throw like no one is watching except your judging father”

- SJSHSKSHSJS HE HIT COLE IN THE FACE

- Garmadon taught Lloyd to throw and Lloyd taught Garmadon what a smile is :)

- oh ok they just got rid of his arm no build up ok

- where did his arm go?

- “what does it look like?” “It looks like my left arm except it’s the right one”

- his arm was right in front of him. None of them saw it?

- reattaching your son’s arm 101

- “you.. you called me dad.” No, he said you put his arm back on like a dad

- well Lloyd is 16 now that is the age one starts driving in America even if he does already know how to drive

- :O

- why. is there fresh fruit out

- oh it’s plastic

- Lady Iron Dragon doesn’t look like a ninja? She looks like a warrior where did Lloyd get ninja from and how was he right

- awwww I love a good love at first fight

- skshsjshs LLOYDS LITTLE BABY EVIL LAUGH,,,,,,

- Garmadon looks weird with hair

- Koko my beloved

- “this is the ultimate ultimate disappointment.”

- *really cool shots of the ninja with their elements* “and I’m.. green. :(”

- oh no. I can feel a betrayal coming.

- oh nooooo

- :(

- just be his dad

- oh so he knows he forgot Lloyd’s birthday

- oh no he wasn’t taught to catch yet :(

- LIGHTNING

- EARTH

- WATER! ICE

- FIRE

- no green? :(

- “I thought being dead would make you listen to me more”

- “he also decoded your needlessly cryptic metaphors :D”

- :O

- I love to see them use their elements :)

- yeah!!

- oh the cat just ate him

- Kai just offered to burn a giant cat alive

- ..so Lloyd’s identity isn’t secret anymore

- cat :)

- actually I think the cat is just a giant cat. I know this is an emotional moment* but I think from the cat’s pov it’s just a cat I don’t think it’s listening to the little lego guys calling it a monster

* and also he’s talking to Garmadon and not the cat

- are people gonna stop being needlessly mean to him now?

- he did mean it when he said he wished Garmadon wasn’t his dad. He might not mean it anymore but he meant it when he said it

- “ok you still don’t have fingers and toes! Good!” how do any of them know what fingers or toes are if none of them have fingers or toes

- yes! Appreciate your mother!

- there has been no use of green powers :/

- KOKO AND NYA OPENED A SCHOOL?! I love them

- Lloyd learned how to catch!

- oh we’re back to the real people :/

- FOUND MY PLACE!!

- ok back to their voices real quick Jay’s voice was fine actually I got used to it, but I didn’t? Really like Lloyd’s voice? Idk I feel like it didn’t really fit

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Ginny & Georgia Season 2: Quotes

- “Ten minutes, or I’m taking away your phone. (Ellen Baker) - Good. We’re wasting our lives chained to these screens for our dopamine hits. Does it actually make us more fulfilled? No.” (Marcus - Episode 1)

- “Uh-uh. I’m just gonna smile and be pleasant. That’s what families do on holidays. Pretend to like each other, damn it.” (Ginny - Episode 1)

- “I don’t know, I don’t care, I’m numb. I’m generally numb.” (Episode 1)

- “So love you, mean it, hate you, kidding, bye.” (Maxine - Episode 1)

- “Ginny, life is a game. And if you’re not playing, chances are you’re the one getting played.” (Georgia - Episode 2) 

- “You’re just gonna stroll in after a week with an air of mystique and zero explanation?” (Georgia - Episode 2)

- “We’re gonna talk a lot about what you think and what you feel, because that’s gonna influence what you do.” (Therapist - Episode 2)

- “Why does everything have to be so terrible all the time, forever?” (Episode 2)

- “It’s the free will theory on a theological spectrum. And on the basis of Buddhism, we suffer so we know happiness. Also, people are dicks.” (Marcus - Episode 2)

- “At some point, you get tired of being played with. Trust is a funny thing. It’s so easily abused. And betrayal leaves a metallic taste.” (Ginny - Episode 3)

- “Hey, how high do I have to be to never think anything ever again?” (Episode 3)

- “It sucks when you’re with someone and you’re into them way more than they’re into you.” (Padma - Episode 3)

- “Why’d you do it, Mom? (Ginny) - Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” (Georgia - Episode 3)

- *But you have to live for the future, ‘cause the past’ll eat you. There’s more to life than that hell.” (Episode 3)

- “You don’t get to be the decider of the moral high ground.” (Episode 4)

- “Do I remember a missing person’s case from over a decade ago?” (Episode 4)

- “I’m the one who’s mad, not you. (Max) - Oh, I’m sorry, Max. Did I disrupt the equilibrium of the universe by suggesting that something not be centered around you? You talk a lot, but it’s not all quality.” (Ginny - Episode 4)

- “Do you ever feel all this pressure to just fit in everywhere and act perfect all the time? (Ginny - Episode 4)

- “I call it glitter magic. Add a little sparkle to anything, and no one will see the ugly underneath.” (Georgia - Episode 6)

- “’cause he doesn’t know that you’re not Jesse, the third-grade teacher and that you’re actually a low-budget Keith Mars here to ruin my day.” (Georgia - reference to Veronica Mars - Episode 6)

- “You know, the enemy of happiness is wanting things.” (Marcus - Episode 6)

- “Sometimes, it’s better to apologize after than to ask for permission before.” (Episode 6)

- “Never let ‘em see you cry. Strong face, strong front. What they don’t know, they can’t use against you.” (Georgia - Episode 7)

- “G, I’ve changed. (Gil) - So you said. (Georgia) - You don’t believe people can change? (Gil) - Sure they can, just not for the better.” (Georgia) 

- “Yeah, but no one’s allowed to get over me. That’s the rule.” (Episode 7)

- “Okay. Where do you think we are, Euphoria? Let’s go.” (Maxine - Episode 7 - reference to Euphoria)

- “That’s the problem. No one person should be responsible for your happiness. That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be with me, but you shouldn’t be with her either. We both got something that we needed, and we wished it was with... someone else.” (Episode 8)

- “You know what? I hate promises because anyone who has ever made a promise to me has broken it because they’re liars.” (Ginny - Episode 8)

- “I don’t have room... for anyone else’s pain right now.” (Marcus - Episode 8)

- “But being loved takes work too. I don’t have it in me to be loved right now.” (Marcus - Episode 8)

- “You know, there’s nothing more dangerous than a beautiful girl. (Gil) - Sure there is. A violent man.” (Georgia - Episode 9) 

- “Ready to see where they put the Curriculum 2 kids? Yeah, where the lighting’s bad and the standards are low.” (Abby - Episode 9)

- “No one else you purposely or accidentally unalived?” (Ginny - Episode 9)

- “I know you don’t like me. - It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that I hate you.” (Episode 9)

- “You seek me out. You come to me at Christmas Eve, you flirt with me. I don’t know what you’re doing, Georgia, or why you’re doing it.” (Joe - Episode 9)

- “He’s a troubled kid, but he loves you. He’s just got his own demons. He recognizes that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Love isn’t enough though. I wish it was, but it isn’t always.” (Georgia - Episode 9)

- “I don’t want you guys to see that ugliness ever, but that ugliness exists, and I can’t always shield you from it. But we can get through anything if we stick together, right?” (Georgia - Episode 9)

- “You guys are fine, right? Not emotionally scarred beyond repair?” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “But I kinda just started getting over you, and this kinda feels like a weird thing for you to do. Do you still have feelings for me? (Marcus) - I just thought it was real. Just because it ended doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” (Ginny - Episode 10)

- “I don’t know, exes are annoying, in that they’re, like, still alive even after they break up with you.” (Episode 10)

- “It doesn’t always have to be fine, Abigail, okay? (Norah) - Yeah, boys are very pointless.” (Abigail - Episode 10)

- “I get why you did it. It’s noble... to let someone who loves you go if you’re only gonna hurt’em.” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “Don’t you think I know this is what I’ve always wanted? I don’t belong here, okay? I’m a fraud. I’m a con artist. I’m a phony. I’m a damaged, unlovable, trailer-park teen mom murderer. I told ya, love isn’t enough. (Georgia) - Why don’t you think you deserve happiness? (Ginny) - I do not trust happiness. There’s a difference. He wouldn’t wanna marry me if he knew everything.” (Georgia - Episode 10)

- “You were there for me when I needed you, and then you weren’t there anymore, and I felt that. And then I heard you tell Max that you didn’t wanna be with me. You needed me to be there for you. (Ginny) - Okay, you hate me. I deserve it. Okay, I didn’t mean for things to get this far. It kind of just happened.” (Marcus - Episode 10)

- “Do I mind?” (Episode 10)  - “Yes, I mind. You’re a child. I’m not giving you substances.” (Joe - Episode 10)

[omnishambl3s]

Chapter 6

Somehow, the two had survived the semester without killing each other. It was a miracle. Especially considering how they both itched for freedom as the winter break loomed ever closer. Their clashes had become increasingly more venomous and infuriating as the weeks passed. 

Klaus was ineffably grateful for the coming break, not only to rid their time of Silas, but to have something fun and creative to do – every Halloween, they volunteered at a local haunted house venue as a set designer. They had even almost gone into set design as a career, but it just wasn’t feasible enough to support them. So, they opted to help out when they were able. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” They felt their blood pressure skyrocket through the roof in a mere millisecond. 

No. This can’t be happening. Fuck my entire life. 

There was Silas, laughing and making merry with the rest of the crew. 

He turned to look at them. His face lit up for a moment before he burst into a fit of laughter. What was so damn funny? 

“Speak of the devil, and they shall appear,” he grinned. It was a stupid, shameless, lopsided grin. 

“You fucking – ” Klaus caught themself before they could make a fool of themself. “Fancy seeing you here, Silas.” They failed to keep all the venom from their voice. 

“Fancy indeed. I had no idea you were the creative type. Mike was just telling me how good you are with the sets, they let you in here every year? What, does the fake blood get you excited?” 

They felt a flash of rage before they forcibly dampened all their nerves, taking a deep breath. 

“I’ve had plenty of practice.” Was all they said through their tight smile. Silas huffed a laugh. Klaus strode up to him, assessing him silently. 

His eyes were bloodshot. He looked tired. And… hm. That’s cute. Either he’d been crying or high. They sniffed. The latter. They let out a huff of a laugh, shooting him a knowing look. 

“Let me guess, playing some null-brained zombie?” They grinned, poorly masking their contempt. 

“Oh, no. While that sounds fun and all, I’m with the set crew, too.” Klaus forced their best congenial smile while clenching their teeth. No. Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare say – “We’re assigned to the haunted hallway together.” It. 

They thought they might start dissociating. 

He looked so pleased with himself. 

They forcibly controlled their breathing. If they didn’t, they would have done something that would surely get the both of them kicked out – and possibly banned. They swallowed. 

He leaned into their personal space, mouth to their ear. 

“You look like you’re gonna kill me,” he gave them a teasing grin. 

“That’s because I am.” They shot him a counterfeit of a syrupy sweet grin. They leaned into his ear, “We won’t need fake blood for our set because I’m going to use yours.” 

“Kinky.” He had the utter gall to wink. 

They took a deep breath, so irate at that point that the smile on their lips came naturally. An odd habit they’d always had – smiling when they were angry. Something they could never help. 

Mike was looking between the two of them with a concerned expression. 

“It’s ok Mike, I promise I won’t commit any crimes or atrocities this year.” 

“That… doesn’t make me feel better. That actually makes me feel worse. You two behave. Please.” He stated with a stern look, pointing two fingers at them to signify that he’d be keeping an eye on them. 

They turned to Silas, letting their mask slip, pinning him with whatever look their face might have been wearing. 

“I lied.” They smiled. 

“Oh, I know. I know you well enough to know that if you ever promise to behave yourself in any way, it’s a fucking lie.” He smiled right back. “I think it’ll be fun. I like the idea of being around you when we don’t have to be quiet.” The idiot grinned, something horribly close to shit-eating. 

They resisted the urge to strangle him on the spot. No, they’d have to wait until they were on their set, outside of Mike’s field of vision. 

But they were patient. 

It had gone… well, worse or better than they’d imagined, depending on one’s definition of worse or better. 

As it turned out, it was fun when they didn’t have to be quiet, or professional, and when they had props. And things that could be used as weapons. And… well, actual weapons. 

Sure, they still drove each other up the wall, but… they couldn’t deny that throwing paint at each other or threatening the other with a staple gun was thoroughly enjoyable. 

Klaus thought it was especially fun when Marissa came through, asking them how they were doing with their progress or asking if they needed anything. She had always been… a very sweet girl. Pretty, docile, eccentric. 

This was the first year they’d worked together in which they were both single, too, and Klaus had been keen to pick up on the look in her eye. It was especially enjoyable, as it always seemed to get minute but unmistakable reactions from Silas. And of course, if they were to be forced into proximity with him, they were going to be hellbent on getting uncomfortable reactions from him. They loved to watch him suffer, after all. 

“Klaus – what’s your sign, again?” 

“Oh, my… sign?” They feigned ignorance, as if wondering whether she was asking what their biggest red flag was, or what kind of street sign they would be. 

They had never been much one for astrology. It always seemed preposterous to them. They always reckoned they could be considered a sign from God – like, maybe a sign to run, or something. 

“Yeah, like astrology.” She smiled sweetly, clipboard in hand as she looked up at them. 

“Oh! Ha,” They let out a light, nervous laugh. Silas’s eyes cut to them as he continued working, observing whatever act they were putting on. “Haven’t a clue,” they lied; they were a Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp – technically Ophiuchus, the thirteenth sign, removed from the wheel. 

Silas shot them a look. He knew their birthday, he knew their sign, and he knew they were lying. They smirked at him. Marissa was oblivious to their subtle exchange. 

“Oh! Okay, what’s your birthday, then?” She beamed up at them. 

“Oh, um… May twenty-third.” Another lie. Silas arched a high brow at them. 

“Ohhh, a Gemini… that makes total sense.” She grinned, giggling. They offered a soft smile. 

“Does it?” Their voice sounded deceivingly invested and curious. 

“Definitely. Gemini’s are air signs, always all over the place, very cerebral but kind of ditsy at the same time. And they have that whole social chameleon, super unpredictable thing going on. Very you.” 

“Ha! Yeah, that’s me… ditsy.” They gave her a light grin with a half shrug. Silas shook his head. Marissa giggled again. 

“I’m a cancer. What about you, Silas?” She turned to him, and he had to quickly fix his face so as not to look suspicious. 

He had been deep in his mind, thinking about the stunt that Klaus had just pulled. And for what? No, seriously, why? God, they were awful. 

“Oh, uh, I’m an Aquarius. Don’t judge me.” He forced his best casual smile. 

“Oh… hah! That’s so funny.” She chimed with a forced laugh, waving her hand. “Anyway, let me know if you guys need anything,” she offered a bright smile before leaving. 

“Eugh, Aquarians,” Klaus pretended to gag. 

“Klaus – why – why did you do that?” He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him – it was awful… but it was also very amusing. Klaus shrugged, smiling to themself. 

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” They returned to painting. 

“And what is it that she doesn’t know, exactly?” He narrowed his eyes. 

“My sign.” 

“Well, yeah…? But… what does it matter?” 

“Because, Silas. It’s none of her business. Also I think astrology people are funny. I could have given her anything and she would have had the same response; ‘oh, that makes so much sense! Now I think I have accurate, intimate details about your person.’ None of it even matters. Astrology isn’t real, it’s pseudoscience. My sign? I’m a sign. From God. To run.” 

Silas heaved a sigh, brows raised and shaking his head. 

“Well… actually. Yeah, you’re right. That was fucking hilarious and you’re a fucking nightmare. She should run.” He let out a chuckle, grinning genuinely without even thinking about it. They made a disgusted face. “What?” 

“That…” they pointed to his mouth, circling a finger through the air. “That thing.” They hissed. 

“What? What thing? Is there something on my face?” He touched his face testingly, a mistake being that he had paint on his fingers. Klaus snorted. Silas grimaced. 

“That’s better.” 

Silas rolled his eyes, then smeared his paint-covered fingers on their face too. Klaus gawked at him. 

“Why you little…” They dabbed their paint brush on his face. 

“Wow! Really?” He slapped them lightly with his paint brush, coloring the majority of their cheek blue-grey. 

Klaus balked, making an irritated sound. 

Within minutes they were both covered in paint, grappling with each other. 

“I don’t think that blue is your color,” Klaus hissed, pushing him into the wall. 

“My eyes are blue, you bitch.” He sneered, gripping their shirt – to push them away or pull them in, he wasn’t actually sure. Klaus giggled. 

“I know, such a shame, isn’t it?” 

“Oh, what, you can’t know something about me without hating it out loud?” He smirked. 

“Well, you make it impossible not to.” They went for his hair. 

“Yeah well I could say the same about you, princess.” He spit in their face. 

They let out a grunt, wiping the spit from their face and smearing it forcefully into his face. 

Soon, it was just grunts and exasperated, breathless noises as they wrestled themselves into the floor. 

“Hey!” Mike’s voice boomed through the room. Silas jolted, while Klaus merely sighed. “Ladies! Break it up! I told you two to behave. You’re wasting the supplies – and time. Go get washed up, alright? I don’t want to have to say this again.” He sighed, clearly irritated. 

The moment the door closed behind him, Klaus smiled and spit in Silas’s face. Silas smiled back at them, panting and wiping their spit from his face with the back of his hand. He was momentarily glad for the paint on his face, kindly covering his blush. 

“That’s two shirts now that you’ve ruined.” Klaus chided as they wiped a damp paper towel over their face. Silas grinned. 

“Good.” 

“Luckily for you, I’ve learned to anticipate your uncouth behaviors, so I stopped wearing clothes I care about in your presence.” They sighed, staring into the mirror. Silas chuckled and they shot him a look. “What?” 

“’Uncouth behaviors,’” he rolled his eyes, dabbing his own face. 

“Yes, you’re truly abominable.” 

“Oh? Keep going. And you could always just quit, you know. You don’t have to be around me if you don’t want to.” 

Klaus scoffed. 

“I would never let you influence my personal decisions. I’ve been doing this for years and I’m not going to let the likes of you stop me.” They narrowed their gaze at him, at which he let out a sharp scoff.  “And, well, if you must know, you’re really very comparable to a large dog. No manners, brutish, heavy handed, sloppy, no spatial awareness- truly one of the most utterly clumsy people I’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing. Oh, and gullible.” They smirked at their own reflection. 

“Wow.” He gawked at them before reeling himself back in and shaking his head. “You must have it bad for me, then.” He shot them a coy grin. 

“You fucking wish.” They shot him their own coy grin. He snorted, sizing them up. As if. 

If that were true, then he would… um. He would. Um. Well, he wouldn’t… for starters, uh. Well. 

Well, he hated them so that couldn’t possibly be true. And god, he really hated them. He definitely still hated them and was not enjoying their time together and definitely was not having fun with them. 

Definitely. 

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 5

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: jules, mentions of sex, mentions of infidelity, short.

a/n: i know this is short, but i felt like i needed to get something out. i’ll make the next chapter extra long to make it up to you all ;) i have two questions, do you guys think I should start a tag list? also, do you guys want smut next chapter or no? i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 1623

Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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It felt like everything went back to normal after that. You hung out more with the trio and you stopped talking to Nate completely. The only thing- well two things were different. You stopped worshiping the ground Jules walked on and you and Elliot got a little closer… Actually, you got a lot closer.

You two were basically attached at the hip. Constantly chatting about different things like your favorite music and bands or why the fuck some bitch would ever think of the concept of inflation. Which brings us to now.

“Just print more money, there’s literally no reason why you can’t.” Elliot was exasperated. The concept of value is a man-made concept and doesn’t exist organically, I don’t get why we have to apply that to money.”

You laughed, “Value does exist organically and is a naturally occurring concept as proven by literally every animal and baby to ever exist. Besides, money is also a man-made concept.”

You two were walking to your next class, which just so happened to be Anatomy. Jules and Rue were nowhere to be found and were most likely just making out in the restroom. Elliot sighed, “ Whatever, have it your way.” You made a face and giggled which made Elliot smile softly. When you realized what class you were walking to, you groaned.

“I hate Anatomy.” You whined. Elliot chuckled at this and leaned in towards your ear. “If you want, we could learn Anatomy another way.” He whispered suggestively and pulled away while making a jerking motion with his hand. You blushed and laughed. “Fucking perv!” You pushed away and he started laughing. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your classroom door.

“Well since you didn’t take my offer, we’re gonna have to sit through this boring ass forty five minutes class.” You groaned again. “I guess so.”

-

Jules decided, as always, that the four of you would be hanging out at Elliot’s place. Seeing as Elliot was the only one with a car, he had to drive you as well. “Jules Vaughn, you’re such a slave driver.” He whined as all of you walked to his car.

“That’s racist, Ellie. Rue is literally half black.” Elliot turned to her. “So am I.” You gave him a shocked look. “What?!” You half yelled. He turned around to you. “You didn’t know?” He seemed just as shocked as you were. “No! Your cousin is hispanic, so I thought you were as well.” Elliot seemed a little offended by this. “That’s the other half!” He shouted. Rue exploded in laughter and Jule was trying her best to keep her own laughter in. They didn’t know he was mixed either, but it was funny seeing your and Elliot’s reactions to this.

You were still shocked, “Wow… I know so little about you. Damn.” The car got quiet.

“Well you’re not exactly an open book either.” Rue cut in. Yeah, you two had grown up together, but it had been years since you last talked. It seemed like forever until Elliot pulled into his driveway. “No more heavy topics guys, agreed?” He turned around to tell the three of you after parking the car. You all nodded and got out of the car.

-

You were leaning against the window of Elliot’s room, eyes red and joint in hand. “Y/N, truth or dare?” Jules turned to look at you from across the bed. She was laying down with her head on Rue’s thigh. The position she was in made you giggle. “Truth.” You sputtered out between slow laughs. You were high as a kite.

“Woah don’t green out on me.” Elliot attempted to stop you, but he was just as high and started laughing too. Eventually Jules and Rue joined in and you four began feeding off of each other’s energy. The laughing fit lasted about three minutes, but it felt like forever.

Jules sobered up a bit and cleared her throat. “How many people have you fucked?” The question wasn’t surprising. Elliot and Rue were curious as well.

Your answer on the other hand, “None, I’m a virgin.”

Jules’ eyes widened and she sat up. “What?!” She practically yelled.

“There’s no way! Even Rue lost her virginity before we met.” You laughed again, more controlled this time. ”Well, I always told myself that if I lost my virginity, it was going to lose it to someone with a lot of experience.” You nodded to yourself. It was true.

Elliot chuckled, “Not even someone you loved?” You looked up at him and blinked. “Sex is sex and love is love. One doesn’t equal the other, you can be in love and have sex to show it, but you can also have sex and not be in love with the other person at all. I wouldn’t use sex to show affection, so I don’t think I would have sex with someone I loved if they had no experience.” You were babbling. You could’ve just said no, but you were always weirdly philosophical when high. Elliot nodded at this. “Well you could have sex with me.” He said this in a very nonchalant tone, like he was telling you about his day or some shit.

You turned your body towards him and smiled. Reaching your hands out to the bottom of his shirt, you tugged it up to reveal the button of his pants. “No take backs.”

“Woah, woah, there are two other people here.” Rue stopped you and you turned to her, pouting. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t have an orgy to support me at a vulnerable moment in my life such as losing my virginity?” Elliot had just been softly smiling at you this whole time and chuckled at your question. “Yeah, Rue Rue, friends support friends.” He pouted at her as well.

Jules pinched her thigh. “That’s a bad friend move, right there, Ruby.” She laughed. The laughing was a facade, the three of you were actually asking Rue if she would be down. Depending on her answer, you actually go through with it. Right here, right now.

“Y’all are crazy.” She laughed. That was the end of the conversation, she wasn’t down.

“But I don’t think I would mind watching Y/N get fucked…” Your eyes widened and you suddenly felt nervous. “Are you… Serious?” Jules asked gently and Rue nodded. “I mean yeah, if it made her feel more comfortable, I would be down.” Jules and Elliot high-fived and Rue raised a brow.

“Wait… Did you guys already talk about this?” Rue eyed Jules and Elliot. “No.” “Yeah.” They spoke at the same time. After processing what the other said, they glared at each other and Rue turned to you. You nodded, “Yeah, but neither of them knew about my virginity status, we just talked about the orgy.”

Rue nodded, she wondered when this conversation happened, but didn’t question it. She couldn’t complain, she was going to see you naked.

She may not be attracted to you romantically, but she did find you hot and tits were tits.

-

It took the rest of the day to plan out the orgy which was planned for Friday. Today was Monday which gave you a few days to sort out your nerves and prepare. Elliot had asked about your preferences in the ‘carpet area’ as he liked to call it, in which Rue rebutted with a ‘Just call it pubes.’ Elliot pulled a face.

“Don’t be so vulgar, Ruby.” He returned his attention to you and you sighed, “I don’t care as long as you're not completely bald.” Elliot gawked at this. You actually had a preference. “Well, unfortunately, it would be better for you to be completely bald, it makes it easier to clean fluids.” You nodded, this was getting gross.

“Are you on birth control?” Elliot rubbed your thigh and you nodded. You had been on birth control since you started high school. Elliot sighed almost in relief.

“That means I can cum on your pussy! With your consent of course.” He blurted out. Rue shook her head. “ Who’s the vulgar one now?” You laughed.

-

It was around 11 pm when you got a call from your mom. You were half asleep when you felt your phone vibrate beside your head. “Hello?” You answered, not expecting to hear yelling on the other side. “SHE’S NOT EVEN MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT HER?!” Your mom’s voice carried through the speaker.

All four of you had been laying down in Elliot’s bed when you answered the phone. Elliot and Rue had been softly talking while watching you and Jules fall asleep. Elliot heard you answer the phone and stopped talking.

The yelling continued and you sighed. You had always known your mom wasn’t really your mom. Your dad had cheated on her when she was three months pregnant with their first child. They constantly argued about his infidelity and the stress eventually caused her to miscarry. There were complications with her uterus afterwards and caused her to become borderline infertile. Later he found out he got his mistress pregnant.

Your birth mom died in childbirth and your dad brought you to your mom in hopes that she would accept you as a replacement for the baby she lost, but she hated you. You were the reason her baby died.

She resented you, but she wasn’t one to abuse, so she ignored you. She eventually convinced your dad that if he didn’t do the same, she would leave him, so your dad did it too.

Elliot felt himself tear up for you and hung up the phone. He looked at you with concerned eyes and you just shrugged.

“I’ve always known.”

[hangovercurse]

Nerd Love

After years of working together, Pete still manages to break you.

Request: “Hi! Can I get a Pete imagine where you guys work on SNL together and you have few skits together and during one of them you can’t stop laughing”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2237

“Live from New York, it’s Saturday night!” You hear Kate and the host of the week announce before Lorne motions that the cameras had cut for commercial break. You and Pete had a sketch together in exactly 12 minutes and 45 seconds, and you were trying to cool your nerves.

You loved your job, writing on SNL was something you had dreamed of since you were in middle school, and now it was your reality. Of course, it was hard, the hours were long and the work was demanding. But having Pete by your side made it all bearable.

You had met on your first day, getting hired one season after him. You two were deemed the “babies” of the cast because you were the youngest, so naturally you got paired up. A lot.

At first it bothered you that you only really ever worked with one person, but after your first few episodes you grew to love Pete. Your energies matched so well, and whenever you wrote together you easily built of each other.

After 6 years of working on the show together, you had become really close friends. You were with him through all of his hard times, and you were one of the few people he let visit him in rehab. In return, he stuck by your side through everything, even when the internet tried to cancel you for an interview that was taken completely out of context.

You couldn’t pinpoint when, but at some point, you had developed real feelings for him. Obviously, you’d never tell him, not wanting to mess up your amazing friendship. But they still flourished, especially when you would be up until 6 am writing sketches and goofing around in the writer’s room. Of course, the comments from fans didn’t help your feelings either. They loved you guys. Anytime you posted Pete on your social media, they were all over it.

But you guys had denied the dating rumors countless times since they’d started 5 years ago. Even though having to hear the words “we’re just friends” over and over killed you.

You were lost in thought when Pete came up behind you, hands grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. “Ready bookworm?” He asked, moving to stand next to you.

“Only if you are, Mr. jock-man.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

The sketch you and Pete had written was a young couple on a really fancy date to celebrate their 6-month anniversary. Your character was going on the date with Kyle Mooney’s character. Both of you were the stereotypical nerd couple with glasses, suspenders, and everything else. Pete was playing your waiter, who obviously did not give a shit about his job. He was the stereotypical jock character. Your character was super attracted to him and kept paying attention to him. He loved the attention and would do things like show you his (reaaaallllyyy) lame tattoos, tell you about sports, and everything that nerds don’t like. Kyle obviously didn’t like that and kept trying to get your attention in the weirdest of ways.

It was pretty funny in rehearsals, almost too funny. Seeing Pete act so out of character was hilarious to you and having to overdramatically flirt with him felt ridiculous. You barely made it through in rehearsals without laughing, so you had to hope you could do it on stage.

“Y/N, Pete, and Kyle. You’re up.” The stagehand told you, and you grabbed Kyle’s hand, walking to the stage.

The sketch started and you were doing okay. You and Kyle had your conversation about your anniversary and your favorite Star Wars movies. But then Pete walked onto the stage in his ridiculous waiter getup. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and wrinkled, his black pants hanging low on his hips, and his apron only half tied. You bit your tongue to keep yourself together.

“Welcome to White Oyster, what do you want?” He said in a very bored voice. You acted interested, eyes raking up and down him. You felt ridiculous and had to swallow a laugh.

Kyle pushed his glasses up on his nose, “me and my girlfriend are here for our six-month anniversary, so we would like the couple’s special.” His nerd voice was incredible.

“Okay. Anything else?” Pete’s voice remained monotone.

You bit your lip, “do you recommend anything else?” You asked, trying to sound nerd-sexy.

You could see Pete struggling to contain a smile. “I mean, whatever. Food here is shitty anyways.”

Kyle’s mouth gaped, “can you not speak like that around my girlfriend, please?”

The sketch continued with you making flirty remarks towards Pete, him being very bored and unaware, and Kyle trying to direct your attention. After your second attempt at flirting with him, you could feel yourself breaking down.

“So, I was wondering. Do you have any tattoos?” You asked him, your elbow on the table, twirling a piece of your hair in your finger.

Pete nodded, pulling up his shirt to show the big MOM tattoo on his side that was drawn on earlier. You felt a giggle slip out, completely out of character.

You tried to cover it up and continue, “wow, you really must love your mom, huh?” Another chuckle leaving your mouth, “that’s kinda hot.”

Kyle looked at you with wide eyes, “Linda!” He screamed the name of your character

Pete shrugged, “Nah, I did it myself. It says WOW, like world of warcraft.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell out of your mouth, and one followed from Pete. This was a disaster. You tried to regain your composure, knowing Kyle was probably really frustrated right now. “I just think tattoos are so cool. You don’t have any, do you Darren?” You asked Kyle’s character, eyes narrowing at him. You heard a chuckle from Pete beside you and you bit your cheek.

Kyle faked looking flustered, “N-no. But I have all 7 of the Harry Potter books and 4 collectors wands.”

Pete nodded, “Oh cool, I have a Harry Potter tattoo.” He pulled up his arm to show his real tattoo.

Your eyes went wide, “Wow. That’s way cooler.” You batted your eyes up at Pete, making him break even more. Watching his face go red and his mouth lifting up with laughter made you squeeze your eyes to hide your laughter.

“But babe!” Kyle was starting to break now too. “You love my Harry Potter stuff!”

“It’s cool, I guess.”

The sketch continued with you and Pete laughing anytime you looked at each other, your energies feeding into one another. You both tried really hard to keep it together, but something about flirting with Pete made you so giddy inside that you couldn’t help it.

Eventually the scene ended and the lights went down. You knew the cameras probably caught an extra few seconds after the close of the sketch, meaning they caught you and Pete breaking down into fits of laughter.

You somehow made it offstage, faces red. “We’re so gonna get fired.” He said through giggles.

“I’m so sorry,” You started, trying to take breaths through your laughs. “I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it together.”

“You looked ridiculous.” Pete laughed, pointing at your glasses.

 After the show you made your way back to your dressing room, changing into your day clothes and getting ready to leave. You finally checked your phone, which had been off the duration of the show.

Your twitter feed was filled with clips of you and Pete laughing through the sketch.

They’re so cute together #goals

Love their friendship

Get you someone who looks at you like Pete looks at Y/N

Poor Kyle ☹

The way they can’t get through a skit because they’re too in love

And they say they aren’t dating…

Can’t believe the unprofessionalism

Pete and Y/N are dating… no one can convince me otherwise

The flirting!!! The looks!!!

I would like Pete and Y/N to get married and adopt me please

Your heart melted at all the comments, a sigh leaving your mouth. You watched the video and noticed the way he looked at you anytime you broke character, it was the same way you looked at him all the time.

You shook your head, convincing yourself you were imagining it. You couldn’t afford to think like that, it would ruin your friendship.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, wanna go grab a drink with me?” It was Pete.

“You can come in.” You called, and he did so. “I don’t know, I was thinking I might just go home. I’m pretty tired.” You really just wanted to go home and sort through your feelings for the umpteenth time that month.

He nodded, watching as you tossed various items in your bag, “you were great tonight.”

You giggled, “Pete I barely made it through our sketch, it was a disaster.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to where you were at your vanity. “I messed up too, but it was fine. No one noticed.”

You leaned into the mirror, fixing your makeup slightly. Pete was very close to you, watching you through said mirror. “Trust me, Petey. Everyone noticed.” You laughed, standing up straight again.

Your back was inches from his chest, and you could suddenly feel a different sort of tension in the air. But you didn’t make any move to shift away from him. He gave you a quizzical look through the mirror and you took out your phone, turning to him.

You took in a breath at the proximity. You weren’t close enough to kiss or anything, but his chest was only a few inches away from you. You shook away the thoughts you were having and opened your twitter, letting him scroll through the tweets. He chuckled and shook his head as he read them, eventually handing you your phone back.

“People really like us together.” He said, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, “They have for the past like, 6 years, Petey. We’re funny.” You smiled moving to turn back to grab your bag, but his hand grabbed your hip and made you stay facing him.

Your mind went blank at his touch, trying to figure out if this was real or if you were just really really tired. “That’s not what I meant.” He said, quieter.

You laughed, looking away from his eyes, not really knowing what to say. “I mean, people have always thought… stuff like that.” You mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Pete’s eyes were searching your face, taking in every detail. “Have you ever thought about, like, why people think we’re…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was implying.

You blushed, looking down at your toes. “I mean, I guess we’re together a lot and we get on well. People just like to make assumptions, I guess.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it doesn’t help that I can never keep my eyes off of you, even when the cameras are rolling.” He said, a chuckle following.

You smiled, looking back up at him, your brain trying to process what he just said. After a few moments of silence, you spit out a “why are you bringing this up?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He sighed, hand moving from your hip and rubbing his face lightly. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” You gave him a look that told him to continue. “I mean, I think it’s kind of obvious that I like you.”

Your mouth dropped, “obvious? Pete Davidson you have been far from obvious about your feelings.” You really thought you were dreaming, hearing those words from him was just impossible.

“Are you kidding me? How many sketches do I have to write just so I can flirt with you? Have you not picked up on the fact that literally every sketch I write for you to be in we’re playing some sort of couple?” He laughed, stepping towards you, and grabbing your hips again. “Dude, and I thought I was oblivious to this shit.”

“In my defense I’ve spent the past like 6 years trying to convince myself you didn’t feel the same way.” You said, a smile crossing your face.

Pete rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you, “now why would you wanna do that?” There was a playful tone in his voice, but you couldn’t help your serious answer.

“Because I didn’t wanna read the signs wrong and mess up our friendship.” You sighed.

Pete’s smile softened, “Y/N I literally want to kill you right now for making me wait this long.” You giggled, leaning closer to him. “But you’re cute so I guess I can let it slide.”

“If I kiss you will it make up for it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

Pete pretended to think about it, “hmmm, maybe. You should definitely give it a shot to see.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. Your lips touched his and it was like everything in the universe suddenly aligned. His mouth moved against yours in soft, perfect motions. His hands pulled you closer into him, your bodies molding together like it was meant to be.

When you finally pulled away for breath, he pressed his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face. “So, about those drinks?”

[oh-three]

Incorrect Unit Arrel Quotes (Part 11) (with a special guest at the end)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

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Linaleh, to Vori and Tindri: “Tindri! Vori! Get over here!” Vori & Tindri: desperately look to Rakesh for help Rakesh: “You’re on your own.”

Tindri: “Have you ever thought about faking your own death?” Rakesh: “Nah, I’m too busy faking my own life.”

Tindri: “Must be hard not being able to laugh.” Rakesh: “I do have a sense of humor you know.” Tindri: “I’ve never heard you laugh before.” Rakesh: “I’ve never heard you say anything funny.”

*After narrowly escaping death* Vori: “I’m so happy I could kiss you!” Brakan, awkwardly: “Neat.” *Later, in Linaleh’s room* Brakan, head in hands: “I can’t believe I said ‘neat’! Who does that??” Linaleh: “That’s not that bad. Remember what I said when Tindri confessed to me?” Brakan: “Didn’t you thank her?” Linaleh: “I thanked her.”

Vori: “I think the Temple is haunted.” Rakesh: “Why?” Vori: “I keep hearing footsteps in the middle of the night.” Rakesh, knowing it’s just him sneaking around to get snacks: “Oh wow, that’s spooky.”

Tindri: “Jurr always looks so calm and composed, I don’t know how he does it.” Jurr, internally: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Rakesh, smugly: “Did it hurt? When I told you to google it and I was right?”

Brakan, on his phone at 4 AM: “Wow, a woman on Alderaan strangled her husband to death. Can you imagine just snapping like that?” Rakesh, trying to sleep: “Yes.”

Rakesh, returning home from shift: Vori: "How was your first day at school?" Rakesh: Vori: Rakesh: "One of us time-travelled."

Brakan, about Rakesh: “He’s covered in blood again. Why is it he’s always covered in blood?” Tindri: “Well, it looks like it's his own blood this time.”

Jurr: “You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?” Vori: "I thought the animals might be lonely.”

Tindri: “You don't think I can fight because of my gender!” Linaleh: “I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Rakesh can fight in that dress either.” Rakesh: “Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.”

Brakan: "You know you cannot just survive only off of coffee right?!” Rakesh: takes a sip of his 4th cup today “Watch me.”

Tindri: “Adulting is hard.” Tindri: “How do I quit??” Linaleh: “Time travel.” Rakesh: “Die.”

Vori: “Help me with this crossword puzzle. I need a six letter word for disappointment.” Rakesh: “Tindri.” Vori: gasps Vori: “It fits!”

Rakesh: “I was going to make a list of all the people I hate, but it would take me too much time, so I took a picture.” Rakesh: sends map of the galaxy

Brakan: “Do you take constructive criticism?” Tindri: “No, only cash or credit.”

Loktof: “Wait, what was I doing?” Rakesh: “Uh, apologizing?” Loktof: “Really? That doesn’t sound like me…”

Tindri: “When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date…one of them carrying a knife for some reason.”

Rakesh: “Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside?” Linaleh: “Not it!” Vori: “Not it!” Rakesh: “...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.”

Jurr: “Without ugly in this world, there would be nothing beautiful.” Tindri: “Thank you for your sacrifice, Jurr.”

Vori: "We are a great team because we’re so different!” Rakesh: “True, I’m always right and you’re always wrong.”

Vori: “We all have our demons.” Vori, grabbing Rakesh: “This one’s mine.”

Jurr: “You’re so well behaved.” Brakan: "Thanks, it’s the crippling anxiety and fear of letting people down.”

Rakesh: “Why are you smiling?” Tindri: “What, can’t I just be happy?” Linaleh: “She switched Jurr’s salt and sugar.”

Loktof: “I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.”

Rakesh: “Ah, Tindri, I got some good news and some bad new for you…” Rakesh: “Firstly, you are going to die!” Tindri: “Awesome, what’s the bad news?”

Rakesh: “Do you ever shut up?” Tindri: “Do you even say anything other than shut up to me?”

Vori: “Hey, Rak! How are you feeling?” Rakesh: “I haven’t felt anything in the last 19 years.”

Loktof: “Wait! Wait! Did you hear that?” Tindri and Linaleh: “No…” Loktof: “Ah, you missed it.” Loktof: "The sound of my sanity breaking into a million pieces.”

Rakesh: “Look, I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was three years ago….I’m much worse now.”

Brakan: “If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like...a lawyer to you. Ok?” Tindri: “Okay.” *later* Jurr: “Tindri! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.” Brakan, whispering: “Deny everything.” Tindri, loudly: “That isn't a chair.”

Tindri: “Jurr, in my defense, I simply do not vibe with the law.”

Jurr: “Slash gamemode creative.” Tindri: “Dude, this isn't Min-” Jurr: starts levitating

Ahsoka, casually there for all of it: “So, what’s for dinner?” Loktof: “Oh my god, we let you go 4 hours ago.”

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 7)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman-- even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: almost 3k?

warnings: slight breeding kink (but only if you speak romanian aksjghakgjhg), angst, violence (in the form of a fistfight, which the reader isn’t involved in)

Just as you always did, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains, and a cool breeze blowing by.  What was peculiar was Sebastian next to you, sleeping peacefully as his chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths.  You let yourself watch him for a moment before you decided to try to sneak out for a cup of coffee.  Problem was, the bed was sort of creaky and it was very difficult to move without making sound.  Your plan was to move as slowly as possible, keeping your weight evenly distributed over the mattress, and it worked rather well— right until the last second, of course, when a loud shift of the boxsprings beneath you made Sebastian stir and blink open his eyes.

You were about to apologize for waking him, but he grinned and slipped his arms around you, bringing you back to where you started and surrounding your body with his warm, muscular form.

“Bună dimineata,” he hummed as he pulled you closer, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than normal.

“Bună dimineata,” you did your best to repeat it back, making him smile even though your pronunciation wasn’t great.  “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied softly, heavily accented and clearly more a recreation of the sounds you’d made than real English, but still intelligible and so painfully adorable as well.  “A fost uimitor aseară.”

“Last night…” you began, but you didn’t even know where to begin.  What could you possibly say about that?  Would it even matter, if he can’t understand it.  “God, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurted out with a soft laugh.

“Sa o facem din nou,” he growled as he pulled you closer and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth instantly.  A more self-conscious you— as in, you yesterday— would’ve worried about morning breath, but you now couldn’t taste anything but him and couldn’t feel anything but his lips on yours and couldn’t do anything but weave your fingers into his hair.

You moaned when his kisses trailed down your neck, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into his body one more time, but you had other things to attend to.

“I need to get up,” you announced as you tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tighter and brushed his lips over your shoulder.

“Nu, nu, nu te dice,” he cooed, making you laugh and squirm.  “Stai in pat, fă dragoste cu mine toata ziuă.”

“I have to get up, I’ll be right back,” you tried to explain but he stayed ever vigilant as he held you tight and licked over the shell of your ear.  Finally you managed to get him to stop, as much as you didn’t really want him to, allowing you to slip out from under the covers and find your robe where it had been discarded on the floor.  

He watched you as you crossed the room and popped into the bathroom for your bag, pulling your birth control pack out of it and using a handful of tap water to wash down your morning pill.  “Ah,” Sebastian seemed to have a realization from the bed, and you giggled.

“Told you it was important,” you grinned.

“Probabil cel mai bine să nu ai un copil cu un străin,” he nodded, “dar nu sunt sigur că m-ar fi deranjat atât de mult dacă te-aș fi însărcinat.”

Following suit, he stretched briefly before getting out of bed and searching for his discarded jeans and boxers.  You made no effort to hide your ogling as you watched his cock swing between his legs.  Even soft it was thick enough that you couldn’t figure how it ever fit inside you (the delightful soreness between your legs reminded you that it was no easy feat).  He took note of your staring and grinned devilishly, leaning against the wall to give you a better look.  “Îți place ce vezi?” he purred.

“Should’ve known this would all go straight to your ego,” you chuckled.  “I’m gonna go downstairs for some coffee.  Do you want some?  Cafea?”

“Da,” he nodded, as he slipped his clothes back on, “mulțumesc.”  Funny how his idea of getting dressed still left him half-naked.

Foolishly, you expected him to let you pass, since you were both going to benefit from your trip to the kitchen; but of course he had to slip his arms around you from behind and give you just one more embrace, making you sigh and relax your head back against his shoulder.  He kissed the top of your head and you hummed happily, letting your eyes open to look up at him before taking a moment to look out the window you happened to be standing right beside.

You were just hoping to appreciate the countryside scenery, meaning that you were rather shocked and confused to see a car pulling up.  When it stopped and the driver stepped out, your eyes went wide and your back suddenly straightened itself.

“...Michael?” you gasped.  You wrenched yourself out of Sebastian’s grasp and started to run down the stairs.  He called after you but you ignored it.

Barreling down the stairs and out the door, you found your husband walking up the driveway.

“Honey,” he frowned when he saw you, “I’ve been trying to find you since you left— what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing a robe?”

“It’s hardly nine in the morning,” you defended before you realized there were much bigger topics at hand: “Michael, what are you doing here?” you asked, after a few seconds of confused stuttering.

“I’m taking you home!” he replied, as if it were obvious.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “don’t play stupid.  Do you think I’ve been here against my will, or by accident or something?”

“No, I saw your letter,” he sighed.

“And you saw the part where I said not to look for me, and that all future communication would come through my lawyer?”

“You’re my wife,” he replied coldly, “I think I’m within my rights to talk to you directly.”

“You shouldn’t have come here.  I was actually happy before you showed up.”

With perfect timing, Sebastian stepped out the door behind you, looking to you and to Michael, and back.  “Ce se întâmplă?” he asked you.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Michael asked accusingly.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to ask me that again, in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you have any place to judge what I might be doing alone with a man,” you hissed.  “He’s just the groundskeeper, Mike.”

“Then why is he shirtless?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know!  He… does that a lot!” you exasperatedly shouted back.

“Look, I’m not angry,” Michael sighed.  You laughed bitterly.

“Good, cause you have no right to be.”

“But I think it’s fair if I’m worried about you spending months alone with strange men.”

“Oh, strange, is that the problem?  Strangeness?  Would some more familiarity— perhaps a familial relationship— between you and these men make it easier on you, Mike?”

“Honey, please—”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced.

Michael stormed towards you, and you felt Sebastian step closer to you as well, wrapping an arm around you.  Having him by your side made this significantly more awkward, but it made you feel safer, too.

“Hey man, get your hands off my wife,” Michael growled, pointing a finger at Seb.

“He doesn’t speak English,” you rolled your eyes.  

“Well, I’m not sure you do either— otherwise you would realize that we’re still married, and you need to come home.”

“Just because you won’t sign the papers doesn’t mean we’re still together,” you reminded him sternly as shook your head.

“I’ll end it with your sister, is that what you want?”

You laughed, because you were afraid if you didn’t that you would cry.  “Jesus, Michael!  Are you hearing yourself?  This sounds like a greek tragedy, or fucking EastEnders!  Next I’ll be discovering I have an evil twin, and you’ll bang her too!”

He was a lot more offended by that than you expected.  “It was never just sex.  I love her.  But I love you more,” he clarified, suddenly getting serious.

You chuckled weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing.  It’s not that he was ever particularly nice, or romantic or anything, but at some point in his life he had been incredibly intelligent… and now he barely made sense at all.  “Wow, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

He frowned, clearly losing what little cool he’d had at first.  He had always had a bit of a temper.  “For better or for worse, we’re still legally married— damn it, we’ve been together for how long now?  And you’re ready to throw that all away?”

“No, but you were,” you spat back.

“But I wasn’t, and I’m still not.  You’ve gotta hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything—”

“No, you’re not listening to me—” he talked over you, again.

“I don’t owe you any more of my time—”

“Damn it, why won’t you just listen!” he growled, grabbing you by the arm suddenly.  Instantly, Sebastian stepped forward and pushed him back.

“Sebastian, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe him.  

“Hey, could you maybe tell your boytoy to keep his filthy hands off me?” Michael demanded at the same time.

“Mai bine ai grijă,” Sebastian hissed, also at the same time.

“I literally can’t,” you answered Michael.  “I told you he doesn’t speak English.”

“Yeah, well, I think some things transcend language,” Michael bit back.  “Tell me something, pal,” he addressed Sebastian, “did you fuck my wife?”

“Sper că nu spui ce cred că ești,” Sebastian shook his head, clearly on the end of his rope.

“Mike, leave him alone,” you demanded, but it came out sounding so much weaker than you meant it to.

“Did you,” Michael pointed to Sebastian, going so far as to poke him in the chest condescendingly, “fuck—” he mimed thrusting his hips, and you grimaced— “my wife?”— finally, he pointed to you.

Sebastian certainly understood that; and, in lieu of an answer, he socked Michael right in the jaw and sent him straight to the ground.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, dashing over to where your husband was crumpled into a ball on the gravel and kneeling beside him.

“What the fuck?!” Michael gurgled, holding his face in shock and pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked anxiously, spinning to look at where Sebastian was standing and looking much too proud of himself, shaking out the hand he’d just hit Michael with.  “Sebastian!” you scolded, making him give you a defensive look.

“Ce?” he shrugged flippantly, though he clearly felt a little guilty when it became obvious that you were irritated with him.

And that was how you ended up here, standing in the living room and tapping your foot quickly, staring at the couch where Michael sat with a bag of ice held to his jaw, Sebastian beside him (though as far away as possible) resting with another on his hand.

“You had no business coming here,” you informed your husband coldly.

“You wouldn’t know about this place if it weren’t for me,” he reminded you.  “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you corrected.

His silence was stern, and he gave you one of those looks that used to scare you but now just made loathing and pity sink down in your chest.  It was ambiguous if he was too angry to reply or if he really had no defense.  After all, what reason did you have to believe that he would care about your leaving?

"If you're here to make me rescind the divorce order, it's not going to happen.  I'm not leaving with you.  I'm not forgiving you.  Please just go," you sighed.

"That's not why I came.  None of that is why I'm here," he mumbled.  "I came here…" he straightened up slightly, raising his voice confidently.  "I came here to tell you that I love you.  I need you.  And I want you back."

Now that he was looking right back at you, suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and turned your gaze away again.  

"Whatever you need me to do to fix this, I'll do it.  We'll get through this.  Isn't that what marriage is?  Fighting for each other, struggling together?"  He stood up and approached you, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders; you almost flinched when you felt his touch, but resisted the urge, glancing up at his face before looking over at Sebastian whose injured hand was twitching as he looked away with a tight jaw.  "Tell me how to make this right, please."

You tried not to look as Sebastian as you processed Michael's request; similarly, it seemed he was trying not to look at you.  But even if you ignored this new, peculiar romance in your life, your marriage was still broken beyond repair and you couldn't imagine anything that could change that.  "I'm sorry," you finally whispered, watching Michael's face fall, "I don't think there's anything you can do." 

He released you from his grip, less angry than you expected; more somber.  "I want to stay and work this out," he explained.  "Better yet, I want you to come back to London— come back home— so we can be together and discuss everything there.  But I'm only going to ask you one more time before I leave: stay with me.  You don't need to forgive me, or even love me again, at least not yet… just give me a chance to try to earn everything I took for granted."

You'd imagined this moment so many times: cursing him out, making him grovel, kicking him to the curb.  To be completely honest, you'd even imagined potentially taking him back.  But now that you were here and it was, somehow, real, your desire for vengeance was fading along with your desire for reconciliation.  

"I have something I need to give you," you whispered, walking upstairs and going back into your room, getting on your hands and knees to search the floor.  Finally, discarded in a dusty corner with slightly uneven floorboards, you found the ring you'd tossed aside the night before.  Fighting back against the tears welling in your eyes, you picked it up and came downstairs, holding it outward for Michael to take.  

"I'm not taking that back," he refused, shaking his head.  "You keep it for a while longer, until you're sure this is really what you want."

"I'm sure.  I'm moving on.  Take it back," you demanded.  He sighed but reached out and plucked it from between your fingers, pocketing it though still wearing his own golden band.  "Besides, my sister might want it."

He scoffed, turning as he began to walk away.  "You're cold."

"Frozen solid," you agreed.  "Goodbye, Michael… drive safe."

He shook his head and made a sharp exhale as he walked away, nearly slamming the door behind him.  You stared off into space as Sebastian silently watched you; you didn’t want him to see you cry, but it was starting to seem unavoidable as your lip quivered and your eyes grew wide with tears.

“Shhh,” he soothed gently, standing up and stepping forward to pull you into his arms.  “Nu plânge, e în regulă.”

"God, I'm so stupid," you whispered between sobs muffled against his chest.  "I'm so fucking stupid…"

He whispered to you and kissed the top of your head, repeating one thing over and over that you couldn't make out well against the sound of your own crying filling your ears.

But even without knowing what he was saying or what it meant, it made you feel better.

As evening approached, you realized a new predicament had arisen: would Sebastian stay in your room again?  Would you go to his?  Or would you sleep separately, maybe even drift back to just being essentially housemates after a unique one-night stand?

Your questions were answered suddenly when Sebastian suddenly came to the couch and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal a little before you relaxed and let him carry you to his room.  He all but threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Already you felt more comfortable with him than you sometimes felt with people you'd known most of your life; you didn't feel self-conscious when he ran his hands over your body, you didn't try to suppress your moans when he kissed your neck for fear of sounding ridiculous— and maybe that was just because it was such a fantastical situation, so unlike yourself and so far from home, that it was easy to feel like a different person with him.

Or maybe it was that you'd spent so long trying to be somebody that people liked, and now you were being yourself for the first time in decades.

You couldn't really be sure.  And since your brain short-circuited every time Sebastian whispered something in your ear that just sounded filthy regardless of what it actually meant, you didn't have the time to think about it.

[gubler-me-up]

Outside the Box

Request: It do be a sad day. So could i request a Spencer x Fem reader where she’s tall and heavier and she really likes Reid but he doesn’t know and she’s always comparing herself to JJ? And like one day she skips work for mental health day and he comes over and she tells him her insecurities and he’s all like “but I love that about you!” And they share their feelings? Thanks

A/N: Thanks for the request, @spencers-hoodrat​! I hope it don’t be a sad day any longer and this fic cheers you up ❤️ I hope this fic does justice for your request and you find comfort in it! (PSA to everyone you’re all beautiful angels and deserve the world) Happy reading!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None

Word count: 2.3k

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You walked into the bureau early Monday morning feeling a sense of dread overwhelm you. Throughout the whole weekend, you had contemplated not going in on Monday. You felt off. Every time you passed a mirror you found yourself fixated on the image reflected at you.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your weekend?”

You turned around and saw Spencer walking towards you. You felt a sense of discomfort as you saw him. Did he feel as if you were disproportioned as much as you did? Being on the taller side was bad enough, but with the extra thigh fat and stomach weight made you feel almost undesirable.

You smiled at him. “It was fine.”

You could tell he didn’t believe your answer. It was hard being friends with profilers because they were always one step ahead of your lies. How do you tell someone you like your insecure about your height and weight comfortably? To tell him you felt disgusted with yourself and wished you were in a different body.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. Enough about me though, how was your weekend?”

“It was pretty fun actually. I was apart of a chess tournament at the park on Saturday. Super intense gameplay,” he said.

You giggled as you both walked towards your respective desks. The one thing you admired about Spencer the most was he didn’t know how funny he could be at times. He just lived his truth and wasn’t phased by how it may come off or if it made sense to anyone else. You wished you could live your truth as well.

As the two of you continued small conversation as you both got settled for the day, your eyes couldn’t help but wonder to JJ. She had just walked in with her perfectly slim and petite body. You stared at her as she walked to her desk to unload her files for the day. You felt rude for not looking at Spencer while he talked, but you always fell into a deep abyss of wishing you were smaller.

JJ looked up at you with a smile and waved. You smiled back and waved as well to not seem weird for staring at her for so long. Spencer turned around to look at JJ as well to greet her a loving good morning. You watched them interact with each other. The way he looked at her with so much love in his eyes was ridiculous. You wished he looked at you like that, but you didn’t blame him for not looking at you that way.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see a concerned Spencer and JJ looking at you. You had zoned out as they were talking, not even realizing they had included you in their conversation. You snapped out of your thoughts and put on a smile for them.

“Sorry, guys, I’m just a little tired. What were you saying?” You asked.

“We were just wagering bets on if we’re gonna get a case today or not,” JJ said.

“I hope we don’t. I wish the weekend had been longer,” you said.

“You and I both,” JJ said.

“I kind of hope we get to do something brain-stimulating today,” Spencer said.

“Spence, you think going through 20 case files in five minutes is a fun time,” she said.

You eventually zoned out their back and forth bickering as you once again found yourself thinking about if life would be better if you weren’t you. Maybe you’d get more compliments from people. Maybe you’d actually have a boyfriend. Maybe Spencer would give you the time of day the way he gave JJ.

It had always been hard for you to find the confidence to be yourself. You always felt out of place in your friend group. You felt physically overbearing. One time a guy asked if you were into football because you’d be an amazing quarterback. That was his idea of flirting with you. Little remarks like that stuck with you for years. It was hard to see yourself for more than just your physical attributes since no one bothered to look past them.

One night you and the BAU ladies went out for some drinks. No surprise every guy’s eyes were fixated on JJ until they saw that ring on her finger. No one looked your way, not even once. If random strangers didn’t give you the time of day, you felt as if no one in your everyday life would either.

You felt tears starting to form in your eyes. You had shot up from your seat to go towards the kitchen. You couldn’t let JJ and especially Spencer see you crying. They would inquire about your mental state and you weren’t ready to tell them about your disgust with yourself. You didn’t want to bother them with your negative feelings. You could barely handle them yourself.

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You decided to take the day off on Tuesday. You hadn’t told anyone besides Hotch you needed a sick day. You told him how you believed you wouldn’t be any value in the office with your state and opted to work from home. Hotch agreed to let you do that but told you not to push yourself. Sometimes he had a real soft spot for his team.

You tried to get through as many case files as you could in the morning, but you felt mentally drained. You found yourself not focusing properly on any of the information you had to read. After you struggled to get through 10 case files, you decided to give your brain a rest. You told yourself you would only nap for two hours.

When you had opened your eyes, you saw through the window the sun was already setting. You turned over on your bed to reach for your phone on your side table. You checked the time and let out a deep sigh. It was nearly 6 p.m. You forced yourself out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen to see what leftovers were still good to eat.

You opened your fridge and saw a bowl of this pesto penne recipe you tried a few days ago. It was pretty good but you didn’t feel like filling yourself up with carbs. You decided it might be a better decision if you grabbed an apple and went to do some work. You had already wasted time laying down not being any use.

You closed the fridge and walked over to your counter to grab an apple from your fruit basket. Before you sank your teeth into it, a few light knocks came from your door. You groaned as you put the apple down. You guessed dinner had to wait a while longer.

You walked over to the door expecting to see a package delivery you had forgotten you ordered. Someone should really take away your access to online shopping. You only indulged in it so much because you hated going into stores to try on clothes. You felt so embarrassed and judged. At least if you ordered clothes online you could try it on in the safety of your house and ship it back if it didn’t fit.

As you opened the door you were surprised to see Spencer standing there in his usual brown corduroy jacket, purple scarf and tan satchel. He was tightly holding a paper bag in his right hand. It seemed as if he didn’t go home after work considering he hadn’t finished long ago. You looked at him confused as if he lost his way home.

“Hey, Spence. What’s up? What brings you to this part of town?” You asked.

“I noticed you weren’t at work today and I asked Hotch if you were okay. He told me you weren’t feeling good, so I decided I’d pay you a visit after work to give you some soup,” he said.

He held up the bag of soup for you to take. You smiled and soon found yourself letting out a little giggle as you accepted his soup. It was cute how he believed you were physically sick. It was better than him knowing why you actually took the day off.

“Thanks, Spence. I don’t wanna get you sick, so I’ll talk to you later,” you said.

“You’re not actually sick, are you, Y/N?” He asked.

“I am,” you assured him.

“Not physically. No stuffed nose, no cough, no sweating, no puffiness under your eyes, no-”

“Okay, Spencer. I’m not physically sick. I just needed today for myself, that’s all,” you explained.

The way he looked at you confirmed his profiler mindset was kicking in overtime. He wasn’t about to leave you without a solid answer. He was stubborn that way.

“Y/N, if you want to talk about whatever’s bothering you, we can talk,” he assured you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Can I at least keep you company for now until you decide to tell me the truth?”

You weren’t ready for him to say that. He had never been inside your place before. He had never even asked to before. You didn’t know he was invested in your wellbeing so much.

You sighed and stepped aside. You gestured for him to come in and he did. You locked the door and then turned around to see him with his hands in his pockets, looking at you with the same concern.

You smiled. “What’s wrong now? Don’t like my place?”

“No, your place is wonderful. I just don’t like seeing you so…defeated,” he said.

“Defeated? That’s an interesting word choice,” you said.

“I saw it in your eyes yesterday. You were in deep thought and it brought tears to your eyes. It looked as if you were reflecting on yourself.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You zoned out on JJ before you lost yourself in thought. I don’t really know why and I just want to know if everything’s okay with you mentally.”

You took a deep breath as you tried to avoid the tears stinging in your eyes from making an appearance. You hadn’t thought he noticed you at all yesterday since he was in deep conversation with JJ. He made you feel as if you weren’t invisible in his eyes.

“I’m okay. I just…”

“It’s okay, I’m here. You can tell me anything.”

When he said that you could feel the tears rush down your face. It was as if he knew the right words to say to you to break free of keeping everything in your mind. You saw as he watched you with patient eyes as you tried to gather the right thing to say.

“I-I…I never liked what I saw in the mirror,” you confessed.

“Why not?” He asked.

“I’m tall and on the heavier side. I look as if I play for the NFL. It’s embarrassing to even stand beside anyone smaller than me because I look like some sort of Goliath.”

“Y/N, I know it’s hard for you to believe this right now, but you’re not the size of a football player or Goliath. Comparing yourself to people smaller than you isn’t healthy.”

“I try not to compare, I really do. It’s just hard when you’re surrounded by beautiful, petite women everywhere you go and I’m just…”

“Just as beautiful.”

You calmed your sobbing as you looked at him confused. You didn’t know if you imagined him calling you beautiful or if he had actually said it. By the way his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink you assumed he had said it and meant it. You didn’t exactly know how to respond to that. You couldn’t even recall the last time a man complimented you without inserting comments about your stature.

“I admire you, Y/N. You’re an amazing person with amazing talents and you’re beautiful. You don’t fall into the box society tries to market to us as the “norm”, which I love that about you. I know it might feel as if this is coming out of the blue, but it’s my fault for not telling you how I felt towards you sooner,” he confessed.

“You…You like me? For real?” You asked.

He nodded. “For a while now. Morgan said if I didn’t tell you soon he was going to do it for me, but I just didn’t know how to express it perfectly. I also didn’t want to make things awkward if you didn’t feel the same way back.”

“I do,” you quickly replied.

He smiled. “That was easier than I anticipated it to be for all these months.”

You looked at him shocked. “Months?”

“Yeah, I’ve been admiring from afar for a while now. That’s not really important right now though. What’s important is that we sit down, have some soup and I can help bring some positivity to your day.”

You smiled as you walked up to him and embraced him in a big hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight. You hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone holding you like that in a while. You let go of him and held up your bag of soup.

“What type of soup is it?” You asked.

“Vegetable soup,” he replied.

“Huh, maybe you do like me after all.”

“I couldn’t imagine someone who doesn’t.”

You smiled widely at his sweet words as he wiped the tears away from your eyes. You looked at him and felt as if a warm aura was surrounding you. You couldn’t resist but to lean in and kiss him. He kissed you back as he held your waist and pulled you close to him. If this was the way he expressed love, you didn’t think there was anyone else in the world who could compare.

—–

MASTERLIST

[black-rose-writings]

Reading Siege and Storm because I hate myself

To begin, I’d like to state that this is my first read-through and I only have vague idea of the plot I’ve gathered from fanfics and tumblr posts.

Long post ahead

Chapter 1

So... at first I was like - huh, this isn’t as bad as I thought, but the moment Alina gets introspective, it all goes to hell.

Like, she’s being physically made sick by not using her powers, which is making her feel useless - like, she says, pretty much verbatim: “The only thing I was ever good at was being a Sun Summoner and I’m not that anymore.”

I’m gonna beat those paragraphs over the head of anyone, who says Alina got a good ending.

I’ve also noticed just how often the like “I pushed that thought away” is used and more often than not, it’s used on thoughts that should probably not be pushed away.

Ah, yes, here he comes, my boy Darkles, being the dramatic bitch he always is. We get it, you’re the hot villain, tempting the good and pure heroine away from being good and pure.

And I’m just now realizing how many times in this chapter has Alina lamented their lack of privacy. We have to ensure the reader doesn’t hink she’s *gasp* sleeping with Mal.

Chapter 2

What?

Alina is tripping balls while being put under by a Heartrender, got it.

Darkling is being the voice of reason, but I’m getting the distinct feeling it won’t last.

Ivan gets one point, because Alina is in fact a traitor, but he’s also being a cunt, so it doesn’t really count.

Alina at Sturmhond: Do you even care about Ravka?

Me at Alina: Do you?

Chapter 3

“Mermaids are not real”. I’m pretty sure they are in the Grishaverse.

My boy Darkles is still making sense, but Alina is dedicated to being against him just for the hell of it, it seems.

Did this bitch just throw a tantrum, because he told her, what we can assume is the truth? Okay. Like, I get that she’s at best 18, but still. Not exactly the type of protagonist whose head I like being in.

And in that moment, dozens of smut fics were born.

Chapter 4

Wow, that was quick.

Aaand. What had just happened?

Chapter 5

Sturmhond is a funny bitch, I’ll give him that.

And this entire conversation, it seems like Mal’s entire purpose is to stand behind Alina threateningly and repeat what she said, lol.

I’d like to remind Alina (and LB) that a king in an absolutist monarchy (which is what Ravka appears to be) is very much a tyrant. Don’t make it sound like Ravka didn’t have a tyrant before. And at the very least, my boy Darkles seems pretty competent.

A man calling himself a Storm Dog likes dogs. No shit.

Chapter 6

I hate Mal. Dude, this is your girlfriend, maybe like... listen to her? Don’t bludgeon her with the one other guy she was kinda-sorta with, when you are a well known manwhore?

I don’t know man, I don’t like him.

Everyone: You can’t have more than one amplifier, it’s dangerous.

Alina: Haha, sparkles go brrrr

Chapter 7

In other news, pirates are funny.

Holy shit, they have a plane.

That was... a lot. And we’re crossing the Fold again, yay.

Chapter 8

You feel bad for the Volcra but not for the people you’ve left for dead in the Fold last time? Okay.

Baby Volcra. Am I supposed to say “ew” or “aww”? If I tried doing both at the same time, it would probably sound like one.

Jesus fucking Christ this book is a ride.

Did Alina really just have an “oh no, he’s hot?” moment? *sighs*

Puppy boy has a title longer than Daenerys, jesus.

Alina, my dear, you could have waited for a bit before doing that. There’s like thirty soldier with guns around you and you’ve just punched a prince.

Then again, you’ve never been smart, have you?

Chapter 9

For once, I completely agree with him. I know you two have lost your one shared braincell on that first crossing of the Fold but still, that was very dumb of you, Alina.

I’m starting to get why people were calling Nikolai “Darkling light”. Definitelly seems appropriate.

Mal, calm the fuck down, that was the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard and you know it.

You two didn’t even let Alina get a word in for the last page. What right do you have to her, Mal, huh? Nikolai is making sense and you’re being an idiot.

What’s your deal Mal? What the fuck do you want?

And why in the hell are you the endgame love interest?

That’s an awful lot of guilt-tripping you’re doing there, Mal. No need to be pissy about it.

Chapter 10

The bones thing is definitelly yikes.

Saints, Mal, are you on your period or something? Alina doesn’t belong to you. Alina can make her own choices. Get a grip.

“You think I’m like the Darkling?” Yes. The Darkling isn’t all bad. You’re at war. No need to get your panties in a twist over a few fingers.

Oh, look, Alina has a cult now, nice.

Chapter 11

Your “dad” is a rapist, Nikolai. Quite possibly a pedo. He got exactly what he deserved.

I’d go for the second option. Especially after that stunt. Jesus, you could have asked her beforehand.

At least Darkles had the decency to make out with her in private.

Also like... why is every single person in this series so far an asshole?

Chapter 12

We meet the King again, unfortunately.

Alina gets Darkles’s old job.

This should be a total disaster, but let’s see where it goes anyway.

Chapter 13

Alina’s nuts, yay.

(I know they have a Force-bond-thingy. I also know they did it before Reylo did.)

Chapter 14

Oh boy, Alina’s not doing as bad as I thought.

For the 100th time in this book, I wish I had Nikolai’s confidence. Though it is getting a bit too much.

Puppy boy is dropping some truth bombs. Nice.

But he doesn’t realize that my boy Darkles has very good reasons to not align with Fjerdans - a) they think he’s a demon and b) they want Grisha dead.

I’m not gonna say she was, but like... the monarchy is very much corrupt.

Oh, boy, Baghra. This one’s gonna go well.

Yep, Baghra’s as pleasant as ever.

So... Baghra’s plan in book 1 really had been to just have Alina run away and hope for the best? Jesus Christ, lady. I’m not saying she deserved to have her eyes taken away, but she is definitelly a trash person and I’m not surprised her son turned out the way he did.

Also, I’m fairly certain that Baghra is literally slowly killing herself - that the reason she looks so old and frail is because she’s started to supress her power and it’s literally killing her, because, you know, she’s bonkers old.

Chapter 15

Nerd Alina > Self-pitying Alina

Also, I’m just saying, Alina comments on Zoya being attractive a whole lot - I get that she’s meant to be insecure, but I’m interpreting it as her being gay, because I need some happiness in my life, okay?

Just kill the sleazy old Rasputin-wanna-be. There’s plenty of them to go around in this series.

Chapter 16

Vasily takes after his father in creep factor.

Why not the Darkling being courted by a horny prince? Be a bit creative.

Chapter 17

Nikolai has big ADHD energy and I love him for it. Fits right in with the heavily autism-coded Fabricators.

*sighs at heteronormativity again*

*sighs at improper gendering of titles*

Date night with Mal. This is gonna be a disaster, isn’t it?

Chapter 18

Fun night of cultural appropriation, yay.

I hate cultists.

LET. ALINA. GO. FERAL. Please.

You two are going to give me a headache, I swear.

Darkles cockblocking Alina. And Malice threw a tantrum. Nice.

Chapter 19

You’re way too harsh on Genya, Alina.

Horny Alina rights.

They have a laser, now. Cool. Or, well, enormously hot.

Mal is being a drunk a-hole. Great. When does he become likable? Does he ever?

Banter between Mal and Alina? Kinda weird, always somehow comes back to either of them being insecure.

Banter between Alina and Nikolai? I’m all for it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Darklina trash, but like... Nikolai is fun. I could see him and Alina having an arranged political marriage and ending up falling in love years into it, that’s all I’m saying.

Chapter 20

Just let this one go, Alina, please. You two are not working out. Please, end it with him. You’ll both probably be happier. (I’m saying this with the full knowledge that Malina is endgame).

Jesus Alina, get your shit together. You have every right to be mad, because you two didn’t actually break up, you didn’t kiss Nikolai and also, I don’t like Mal.

Sooo... when is Alina going to realize her manchild of a boyfriend is an amplifier?

Chapter 21

Alina has the horny sickness, lol.

Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t want to read your vaguely suicidal thoughts.

Mal, you fucking idiot.

Alina, stop defending Mal.

Chapter 22

Alina has a logical thought? Impossible.

Finally, some action.

Chapter 23

Oh, boi, this is going great.

Oh, boi, Alina’s having another martyr moment.

And, we’re done.

Finally.

That was a ride. Nothing really happens for like ten chapters and then everything happens in one and a half.

[marshieee]

We just changed

Timeskip Osamu x fem! Reader

Warning⚠️: angst

Part 6

A/N: this is where i get in lmao😂, thank you again to this angel @iis4d for proofreading this❤️ imma be watch jjk and make u fic don’t worry

Am i the pathetic one? Or you? I want my love to change...

It has been two months since that awful night, since that last heated argument and the last time you saw him face to face.

You’ve been doing fine unlike the past month, trying new stuffs and focusing on yourself. You got a part time job as a tutor so that atleast helped the two with the bills, futakuchi and aone was helping you with all their might which you definitely appreciated.

Futakuchi didn’t mentioned that he met your ex, it wasn’t that important so why would he? He’s still keeping his promise more like a declaration to osamu that he’ll make sure that you’re gonna be ok, you’ll be fine under his care and he plans to keep it that way.

“Oho~ what did you just say? You’re going to tokyo?”

You rolled your eyes at the irritating remark from your cousin, as much as possible Futakuchi wanted to volunteer on going to tokyo on your behalf again, but you insisted.

“Yes i am and don’t worry tokyo is big it’s not like I’m going to bump to my ex anytime soon”

That’s what you thought, you were at a shopping district trying to buy cheap things that caught your attention and to be honest it’s not like you’re gonna use them anyways but hey wasting money is fun.

But your attention was averted to a certain girl, you would have just ignored her but no, something caught your attention and it was the person who’s she with.

And without any second thoughts your feet unconsciously went up to them and now, now you are infront of them.

“Can we help you?”

“Um yes uh can i talk to you for a moment?”

They looked at each other before turning to you, before her partner was about to say something.

“Sure, baby can you wait here this will be quick i promise”

“Alright then”

She dragged you to the restroom which was miraculously empty, you don’t know what’s going on your mind yet you were to focused on wanting to talk to her.

“So? What do want to talk about?”

“What happened to you and osamu? Did you two broke up?”

It was a bit sudden but certainly you caught her off guard by those questions.

“Ahh~ so you’re the girlfriend”

She had an amused smile plastered on her face as she scanned you, pursing your lips you hesitated to answer nevertheless you still did.

“Yes but—“

“Hold on judging your from your expression it’s ex girlfriend now huh?”

You nodded slowly, she just scoffed and the way that she looks, she looks a bit offended.

“Right before anything else I’m Aj”

She offered her hand which you awkwardly accepted with a forced smile.

“Y/N, nice to meet you”

“So what was your question again?”

“Did you and Osamu break up?”

“We weren't even dating in the first place”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me”

Shocked as you try to process that one sentence she just said. They weren’t dating? How come? They were just fine the last time you saw them, they even look like they were.

“You two...weren’t dating?”

“No.”

“How come-“

“Ah so you saw us? Figured.”

Aj sighed, she was expecting that you’ll eventually catch them red handed, she was surprised that you hadn't lashed out on her already.

“Osamu and I were just fuck buddies, no strings attached.”

This was confusing to you, they were so intimate, you assumed that they were dating behind your back. Aj caught up with the expression on your face and immediately knew what’s going on.

“We met at the bar, he approached me and started flirting to which I flirted back of course...”

She clicked her tongue and looked away, it was clear that she was irritated talking about that.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you, you know.”

“What?”

She looks at you with guilty eyes, was she guilty about stealing Osamu from you? Does she want to apologize to you? You never blamed anyone for this, especially not her.

“I... I didn’t know Osamu had a girlfriend”

This left you dumbfounded, so she never knew about your existence? You should have expected something like this because it hurts hearing something like this from her.

“When we met at the bar I had asked him if he was seeing anyone, of course if he had said yes, I wouldn’t be flirting back, I would have immediately said no, I’m not that kind of a person who’s going to fuck someone that's already in a relationship heck even someone that's married! I’m not that fucking low.”

You could tell that she was serious, frustrated even. You just stayed silent waiting for her to continue.

“He told me that he was single.”

Aj mocked the word single as she rolled her eyes remembering that horrible memory.

“So I flirted back as i never knew that he had a girlfriend of...?”

“S...six years”

And with a scoff Aj sarcastically laughed, unbelievable that asshole cheated on a girl he’s been dating for six fucking years?! What a joke! What a fucking joke!

“This is the worst am I right?”

“Yeah”

“So..anything else? what do you want to know?”

“How long have you been...fuck buddies?”

Aj was hesitating if she should answer that question or not, either way both are painful options so she just choose to answer your question.

“Two months”

Two months, he’s been cheating on you for two months which means those I love you's and kisses were already shallow, those hugs and I miss you's was never genuine.

“Two months...I see”

“I’m sorry”

“No don’t be, it wasn’t your fault”

“But-“

Aj chose to shut up, this is not the right time to argue if she was at fault or not since you were trying to process the information she just gave to you.

“Just awhile ago you told me you wanted to see me..why?”

“Well that’s because I became aware of your existence”

“Someone told you about me, who?”

“I don’t know who but he was tall and got this slanted eyes.”

The first person that came into your mind who fitted Aj’s description.

“Rin”

“He came to me and told me about you.”

It was the same day Osamu left her apartment early in the morning.

“How can i help you?”

“Leave Osamu alone or just don’t involve yourself with him anymore”

“Um excuse me?”

Whoever this man is he got the nerve to say that to her early in the morning.

“Ok mister whoever the hell are you, what’s your relationship with him anyways? Why are you telling me to not get involved with him anymore?”

Before suna could react AJ suddenly gasped.

“ARE YOU PERHAPS G—“

“No I’m not gay! And no I don’t like Osamu in that way! I’m just.........a colleague”

“Huh then can you tell me why did you say that earlier?”

“Because Osamu has a girlfriend”

“What?”

And then suna told her everything, right after that she decided that the next time she and Osamu will meet, she’ll end whatever things they had.

Apparently when she and Osamu met again, Osamu was also thinking the same thing.

She looked at the man infront of her clearly didn’t have the energy to even look at her.

“So you have a girlfriend”

That’s when osamu’s eyes shots at aj, he did consider the possibility of aj knowing about you but he didn’t expect that she would have known this early

“How—“

“So you were lying?”

“Aj..”

“You were right?”

“Yeah”

Aj pushed her hair back and clicked her tounge, unbelievable fucking unbelievable! So she was fucking someone who’s already taken? Great! Fucking great.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“....”

“Oh now you’re not gonna answer?”

“Alcohol...”

“Oh yeah? You were pretty sober to me that time osamu”

He avoided his gaze,

“Ok sure let’s say you were DRUNK at that time....how come you still kept it a secret for two fucking months?”

“I..i—“

“Oh! So you were playing with me? Sure i fuck everybody but i will never fuck someone who’s in a relationship osamu and you FUCKING know that”

“Yeah i do”

“Then why?!”

“I...i don’t know”

Aj scoffed,

“You don’t know? You don’t know? Hahahaha BULLSHIT I don’t believe that you did not know, that's bullcrap osamu”

“I was just caught up in lust and—“

“Fuck you”

Osamu lowered his head to avoid her glare, right..fuck him and his life he deserves this.

“Let’s end this bullshit osamu”

He nodded in agreement.

“Yeah...you’re right”

Aj was about to leave but one last time she turned around to face osamu again.

“Just one more thing before I go”

Aj instantly slapped Osamu hard on the face, Osamu on the other hand didn’t do anything.

“Asshole.”

“I know.....I’m sorry.”

She couldn't believe that she was deceived by some jerk, she never really wanted that to happen if only she had known about Osamu’s relationship.

“Thanks to that jerk my trust issues are way worse now”

“Tell me about it”

Aj patted you on the shoulder and gave you a small smile.

“I’m sorry that happened and I’m glad i got to talk to you”

“Thank you for telling me Aj”

“Might be too late though but you did deserve to know the truth."

You just nodded and returned a small but genuine smile, you were both victims of the same man, she didn’t do anything wrong, she just knew nothing.

“Funny huh?”

“What is?”

Aj looked at you with a small smile.

“We’re both been lied to by the same guy”

“Victims of the same guy”

“Yeah...”

You two stood there a couple of minutes before AJ turned to the sink and started to wash her hands.

“Well i think I already told you what you wanted to know.”

She started to wipe her hands then looks at you.

“I’m glad you broke up with Osamu, you deserve someone better”

“Thank you, you too.”

“Oh darling hahahaha...I’m not planning on finding the right person yet.”

“O-Oh?”

She gave a wink then turned her heels and walked out leaving you all alone, you heard her shout.

“TERUSHIMA! BABY!”

You were relieved that she’s doing fine after all of that, you saw your reflection and frowned.

“Good for her, I guess.”

Well it’s just two months no wonder she’s alright already unlike you, you need to cope with the lost 6 years of relationship.

‘You’ll be alright' you mindlessly reminded yourself

“I’ll be fine”

Part 7

[melodyalanaroster]

June 2022 Update For The Melancholy Of Melody Alana Roster

Hey everyone! I’m sure that those of you who do read my story are looking forward to the next chapter that I post.... Or, at least, I hope you are... If you’re in the Otome Haven Discord Server, or you follow me on Instagram or TikTok, you’ve already been given this update... Which, if you wanna see the videos, my MCL Instagram is melodyroster and my TikTok is reapergirl714... But, if you don’t... Here’s what’s going on. The major point is that I’ve barely written recently and here’s why:

There is STILL no update on when my family is having my mom’s/grandfather’s “double funeral”. My aunt is in control of planning it and she’s dragging her feet. I’ve heard that my grandfather’s brother wants to get the 21 Gun Salute as my grandfather was a veteran, but the Army is having difficulty doing those lately because of the pandemic. My aunt did get the urns... And the funny thing is that my mom was so MASSIVE that even in ash form, she’s too big to fit into an urn!

My aunt and I are STILL fighting. If you’re in the Discord server, you know that my family is the very definition of “toxic”.... Especially since my aunt is a “baby obsessed psychopath” and I’m child-free... Yes, that argument is still going on... We’re barely on speaking terms right now and only talk to each other when we can’t avoid it.

Oma (my grandmother) is getting worse. And I really mean that... In the past couple of months, she has said a lot of things that my bf and I can’t stand... Things like calling me “pudgy”, asking me if I was balding (when I had only straightened my hair), asked me TWICE if I was going to give my little cousin my Sailor Moon collection when I die, not shut up about her cat having bowel issues, told my boyfriend “I’m so glad you’re the one who puts up with her!” in front of me, made more racist comments, refused to get tested for Dementia, asked if because of my aunt’s and my fighting she’s gonna have a split Christmas, cried A LOT of “crocodile tears” when my bf and I tell her to stop and that this is not okay, and tried to push her homeopathic medicine (that is not backed by science) onto us.... I can be on the phone with her for 7 minutes and she spends 6 of that either rambling or interrupting me (which makes it feel like an eternity).

Still having issues with my truck. My aunt and grandmother have been talking about getting it put in my name for over a year and that still hasn’t happened. Not to mention, the Check Engine light is on and I’m not sure why....

My mouth is a mess.... Even with insurance, the 2 options I have with a “problem tooth” will cost me around $600 out of pocket... That is $600 that I don’t have.

My bf is having issues. Between his truck being in the process of dying, the AC in his truck going out in Texas Summer, rent going up by around $100, his job at the animal shelter being hell, and his family being a$$holes about how they don’t like me posting my “Democrat Support” on Facebook and want me to stop (even though they post Trump stuff all the time), I’m having to spend more time caring for my sweet man...

I hyper focused on Finral Roulacase (from Black Clover) for about a week. Yeah, my brain does that... I couldn’t properly write for a week because I couldn’t think about Nath when I was thinking about one of my current anime crushes... Nath doesn’t deserve crap writing at all, let alone when I’m thinking about another man....

MY BF AND I ARE PLANNING OUR WEDDING!!!!!!!!! For years, my bf told me that he would start looking to propose after we’ve lived together for a year... Well, now we’re roughly 2 weeks past that year mark and we have got some BIG plans going on! We’ve picked out the rings (he just has to order them), he knows I’m gonna say “YES!” when he proposes, and we’ve picked out the date! On April 4th, 2026 (our 10 year anniversary), we will officially become husband and wife!

Planning the Wedding is already EXTREMELY stressful! I’ve been debating on whether or not I even should invite my family... Which has caused me to have panic attacks over what they might do in every possible scenario... The plan is to just invite Oma, my aunt, uncle and little cousin... And not invite my aunt’s step-son at all. If you’re on the Discord Server, you know he’s complete garbage... To put it into perspective, I based Kai on him, but he is MUCH WORSE than Kai.... I know, I should calm down and not worry as much because we have just under 4 years, and there will only be around 30 people in attendance, but 4 years is like a blink of an eye in “Wedding Time”... To take some of the stress off of that, I’ll start purchasing the items for the “Goodie Bags” this week.

The political unrest in my country is a B!+C#! As a Texan, I’m super stressed about my rights as a woman getting taken away, about the unrest that my nation is facing, about the pandemic not being over and about prices continuing to skyrocket.

In short, I’m trying to get more work done on my writing... But, I’m under A LOT of stress, so ya’ll will need to bear with me!

[yesmooshoe]

6) (i) from the AU list for ironhusbands? 👀💖

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you.

“Rhodey Rhodey Rhodey! I need help!” Tony cried out as he burst through the front door of their drafty apartment.

Rhodey’s head shot up to look at him, but he didn’t move from the nest he’d created on their couch. He was wrapped in several blankets with a few large stacks of books and notebooks surrounding him. Mid-Terms started next week, and he had a lot of material to get through.

As Tony stumbled over some of Rhodey’s books on his way into the living room, he finally noticed all of the shopping bags that Tony was carrying.

“Did you get a haircut?” Rhodey asked, seeing that his friend’s usually unkempt hair was freshly trimmed and styled.

“Yeah, and I got a bunch of new clothes. I have a date! An actual date! And all of my clothes are trash and I’ve got no idea what to wear so I went to the mall and just like bought everything that looked cool because I just really want her to think I’m cool.” Tony rambled as he dropped the bags to the floor and started tearing through them.

“Wait, hold up. You have a what?”

“A date!” Tony said with a big smile.

“With who?” Rhodey asked as he closed his book, realizing that this was going to be a thing. Tony didn’t date. If he wasn’t at the apartment he was either at class or in the robotics lab, and he didn’t really have any other friends.

Until this year, at least. Tony was 17 and finally the same age as some of his fellow classmates, so Rhodey had noticed him being a bit more social. Still, Rhodey felt very protective, and while he’d never admit it out loud, he kind of missed having Tony all to himself.

“Uh, Amy Lin? She’s a freshman! And she’s on the robotics team and she’s just super cool and smart and we were sitting outside today and she was like 'hey do you want to go out sometime?' and I was like 'what do you mean, we're already outside.' and then she laughed and was like 'no like...go out. On a date.' and I just felt like such an idiot and I didn't know what to say but eventually I managed to say yes I think and well now we're going on a date! And I have no idea what to wear, you gotta help me. Everything I own is ripped or has burn holes from welding or is covered in grease and who knows what else and I just want to look good."

Rhodey resisted the urge to tell him that he'd look good in a paper bag, and did his best to swallow his own jealousy before he started helping him look through the bags.

The crush on Tony was very new. 

Two years ago Tony had just been this quiet, nerdy kid who didn't know how to do his own laundry and was afraid of his own shadow. This year though? This year he was just different. Over the Summer he'd grown a few more inches, gotten his braces off, discovered contact lenses, and overall just came off as more mature and confident. Rhodey's jaw had literally dropped when he saw him for the first time at the beginning of the semester, and ever since then he'd been struggling with a lot of feelings.

"Uhh, ok. Well first of all, where are you going?" Rhodey asked as he pulled out item after item, which ranged from a leather jacket to a tuxedo, so he wasn't sure what the vibe was going to be.

"Bowling."

Rhodey just laughed. "You bought a brand new tuxedo to go bowling? Is that what you rich white people do?"

"I...I mean, I don't know. She mentioned maybe getting dinner at one point and I think I just panicked like what if she wanted to go somewhere fancy instead of bowling and all of a sudden and I just started grabbing everything I could possibly need." Tony explained, sounding a bit exasperated.

"Dude, take a deep breath. It's going to be ok."

"I know I just...I want to do everything right. I want her to like me, ya know?"

"She will! She already does. She asked you out, didn't she?"

"Yeah but...I don't know. I don't know what to do. I'm just not used to this. People liking me. I’ve always been so much younger than everyone at school and no one ever talked to me and I always just feel like I missed out on learning how to be a normal teenager. I don’t know how to date." Tony admitted, being way more candid about his feelings than Rhodey was used to.

"You don’t have to worry about that anymore. Just go out and have fun. Be yourself."

"I’m just afraid she’s going to see what a huge nerd I am and change her mind."

“You guys are on the robotics team. You’re both nerds. It’ll be fine.

“I just - 

“Tony.” Rhodey Interrupted. He hated when Tony got like this, and something in him just snapped. “Stop being so down on yourself. You’re funny and smart and sweet and you tell great stories and you’re so enthusiastic about your work and about learning new things so that you can change the world. You’re incredible. And I’m sorry that no one in your life has ever told you that before, but it’s all true and if she sees what I see then...then she’ll love you, ok?”

Tony was just staring at him like a deer in headlights, and Rhodey immediately knew that he’d said way too much. He just hated when Tony got like this, and he wanted him to just see how great he actually was. 

“Rhodey I…” Tony started, clearly unsure of what to say in response to that, and Rhodey’s stomach just dropped. Had he completely fucked this up? Had he made everything weird? There was nothing weird about telling your friend that you love him, right? Even if you did happen to have a huge crush on that friend? 

They were both silent for what felt like forever, though in reality it was only a few seconds.

“You’ll be fine. Anyway. So when is this date?”

Tony glanced down at his watch. “I’m supposed to meet her in 45 minutes.”

“Well, then we’d better get to work.” Rhodey said as he stood up and grabbed an armload of clothes.

They made quick work of it, just putting Tony in jeans, a red t-shirt, the leather jacket, and a fresh pair of Chuck Taylors. They were a little quiet at first, but soon they found their way back to the joking and teasing they were used to. As Tony stood in the hallway trying to fix his hair the way the lady at the hair salon had told him too, Rhodey just stood back and admired his work. There was nothing spectacular about the clothes, but they were new and clean and fit him well. And the leather jacket was driving Rhodey crazy. As he watched Tony from behind, he wanted nothing more than to grab him, pin him against the wall, and have his way with him.

There were a million reasons why he shouldn’t do that, especially since he was literally about to leave to go on a date with someone else. With a girl.

“How do I look?” Tony asked, spinning around and giving him a big smile.

“Great.” Rhodey replied simply, resisting the urge to say hot. He didn’t want to make anything else weird.

Tony seemed unsure, but looked at his watch again and took a deep breath. “Right. Well, I gotta go. Thank you. For everything. Don’t study too hard, all right?” He said with a little smile before taking one more look at himself in the mirror and then heading out.

Rhodey tried to focus on studying after that, but he just couldn’t. He was jealous, he was embarrassed, and most of all he was horny. He took care of the latter problem a few minutes after Tony left, but after that he just laid on his bed and started at a crack in the ceiling while a million thoughts raced through his head.

This crush on Tony was stupid. Tony obviously wasn’t gay, right? And being gay in the Air Force sounded like a not-so-great idea anyway, so Rhodey really had to work on resisting these crushes if he ever wanted the chance to fly. Still, he couldn’t get that image of Tony in the leather jacket out of his mind, nor could he get over how jealous he felt. 

He figured that the best way to get over it was to distract himself, so he got up, took a cold shower, ate some dinner, and settled in back on the couch to watch TV and wait for Tony to get home. Despite the jealousy, he wanted to hear about the date and how it went. He just wanted Tony to be happy, and if dating Amy made him happy, then he’d do his best to be enthusiastic about it. At least on the surface.

Not long after Rhodey settled on the couch Tony came home and immediately plopped down next to him.

“Hey, you’re home early. How’d it go?” Rhodey asked, genuinely shocked that he was home. It hadn’t even been two hours, and he was just glad that he hadn’t decided to jerk off again.

“Yeah, it was fine. I mean, I had fun. We bowled and had some pizza and then sketched up an idea on a napkin for a bowling robot that we might try to build next week.” Tony said as he stared at the floor while fidgeting around with his zipper. “And then like, we were in the arcade part. Playing pinball. And she kissed me.”

“Well hey! That’s good, right?”

“I don’t know. It was weird. I mean, I’ve never kissed anyone before so I’ve not got much to compare it too. But like, it was like kissing my sister. If I had a sister, I guess. I don’t know. Just didn’t do much for me.” Tony admitted quietly, and Rhodey had no idea how to respond to that. Luckily, Tony kept talking. “And then it was a little awkward and she said that she didn’t feel like bowling anymore so we turned in our shoes and then she said that she thought that maybe we should just be friends.”

“Oh. Well shit, that sucks man, I’m sorry. But this is only your first date, there are plenty of other girls out there! There’s even at least 1 more on the robotics team, right? I’m sure you’ll find someone that makes you feel that spark.” Rhodey said as he put his hand on Tony’s shoulder. He just didn’t want him getting too down on himself.

Tony just looked up at him and smiled, and it was a look that Rhodey would have to file away to use later. “Thanks. Yeah, it’s fine. She still wants to be friends, so that’s good. Friends are good. I’m gonna go change, ok?”

“Sure.”

Tony stood up to head to his room, but then stopped and hesitated for a moment.

“Tony? You all right?” Rhodey asked as Tony turned to look at him. He was quiet for a moment, like he was searching for what to say.

“Are you doing anything Friday night?” Tony finally asked.

“No.” Rhodey answered, confused.

“Do you - would you be interested in like - going out?”

“W-what?” Rhodey stuttered out as his heart started pounding. This wasn’t actually happening, was it?

“Go out? Like...on a date? I guess? Unless I read that whole situation earlier wrong.”

“I…” Rhodey just trailed off, completely taken by surprise by all of this. “Um. A date?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Uh...ok. Yeah. We can do that, if you’re sure.”

Tony nodded. “I’m sure. Been thinking about it all night.”

“Oh.”

“Ok, so. It’s a date, yeah? Dinner? Movie? I don’t know, that’s what people do, right?” Tony said as he shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets.

“We’ll figure something out.”

Tony nodded again and turned to head to his room.

“Hey, Tony?” Rhodey called out after him, causing Tony to stop and turn to him. “Whatever we do, promise me you’ll wear the leather jacket.” Rhodey said with a confident little smile, finally regaining a bit of composure.

A huge grin spread across Tony’s face, like he was finally relaxing too. “All right.”

Rhodey was terrified, but also so excited that he couldn’t imagine focusing on his notes anymore. After Tony disappeared Rhodey ran straight to his room and to his closet, desperately looking through all of his clothing. Nothing seemed good enough, so he figured he’d have to take a trip to the mall himself tomorrow. He wasn’t sure he could look as good as Tony did in the leather, but he could certainly try.

[weeb-writor]

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash, leaving him a single father

Hello, gonna be very honest I forgot how to read properly and read a request wrong and wrote a 3000 word fic for it, woohoo! But i mean at least you guys get a fic from it, lol. Italics are flashbacks, bold is reality trying to pull him out of his head, and the regular text is reality. The actual request should be up tomorrow. Reader is neutral and I didn't specify the birthing process! Hope you all enjoy.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash leaving him a single dad, he has flashes backs of your life together.

TW: Death, depiction of a car crash and blood. Kinde heavy angst

Words: 3052

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“I am so sorry sir but there's nothing we could do for them, w-” The doctor went on but the words slurred together in Bakugou's mind. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you were both supposed to grow old together. Supposed to send Kaori to her first day of school together. To bully the shit out of her first significant other. Go all out on each and every one of her birthdays. To give her at least 3 more brats to hang out with...to cry as you sent her off to college. This isn't how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to protect you, to be your hero. Everything you both had promised to each other was slipping through his grasped fist and the flashbacks were not helping either.

“Watch where you are going, Pomeranian.” You said to him.

“Pomeranian? The fuck, watch your mouth shitty extra!” He roared back at you.

“I think you’re the one who needs soap in his mouth, you're cursing every other word.” You cocked a brow at him.

“Whatever you god damn extra, get outta my way i'm gonna be late.” He backed off shocking his small group of friends.

“What the heck bakubro! If I said that to you I would be dead! You’re caught by the balls already!” Denki said pouting

“Whaddyah just say dunce face? I am not and it doesn't matter. I went easy cause they're so insignificant I wont see them again.” He said with a shrug as they walked into the training yard where their class was meeting.

“Alright, today we have a few helpers from other classes to help you with physical combat skills without the use of your quirks. Pair up with them, if you can actually beat them the first go than you pass. If you don’t, then well you fail, and will do supplementary training with me after every class.” Aizawa said, zipping himself into his sleeping bag.

“Hello class 1-A, Im Y/N. I am in charge of everybody you're about to fight, we've all trained in various types of Martial arts, and uhh you're probably all gonna lose but try your hardest alright?! I've got match-ups based on your physical abilities, so let's begin.” You said getting everyone into their pairs.

“So much for never seeing them again, huh?” Sero said laughing at the fuming bakugou.

“Yeah you’ll be seeing a lot more of me Pomeranian boy, but for now let me wipe the floor with you.” You said getting into a fighting position. He remembers how he lost that fight, terribly he might add. You only offered to help him after the loss, ignoring all his cries of protest. He didn't only lose the fist fight, he lost his heart to you. He had hoped you would never give it back to him, but here you are giving him his heart back. He hated these images, he wants them to stop.

“Bakugou”

“Go on a date with me.” You said as you and bakugou walked back to the dorms together after a sparring session.

“What!?” He yelled at you a deep shade of red.

“You know, on a date, and then you know if all goes well like 2 more before you kiss me and ask me to be officially yours because i'm not easy, you know?”

“Who asks like that!” He continued to yell.

“What did you want some flowers too, bakugou.” You giggled at him.

“You damn, dumbass! Fine but we're going now!” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Wait but we are sweaty and I wanted to look nice! You're such a tyrant, Bakugou!” You sang as he pulled you away but slammed into his back as he came to a halting stop.

“Katsuki...call me Katsuki.” He said looking to the side with a blush. This moment was precious to him, your stupid giggle always brought brought blood rushing to his cheeks and made his heart race. As precious as it was, he begged his mind to stop, he didn't want to see what he couldn't have anymore… he wants to forget.

“Bakugou!”

“You know, if i knew you were so messy I wouldn't have moved in with you.” Bakugou yelled to you as he put up one of your many blankets that were always littered around the house.

“Sorry not Sorry, Kat, it's your fault for keeping this damn house like an ice box all the time.” You said as you shoved some more takeout into your mouth.

“And why did you order takeout, i wanted to cook instead of eating that shitty and so unhealthy food.” He nagged you some more but you only giggled. He smiled, that had become his favorite sound.

“Because Mr. Pro- Hero some of us are college students barely staying afloat! It's my last semester so let me live, you ass! Also you are so much like your mother babe, it's kind of funny.” You said to him. His head was bulging in irritation as he sat next to you.

“I can't believe I want to marry you…” He said shaking his head with a sigh. You put down your takeout and stared at him with wide, teary eyes.

“You want to marry… me?” You said to him, he chucked at you before placing a black velvet box in your hand.

“Yeah, so say yes and put the ring on.” He blushed looking away from you.

“You jerk, this is how you ask me? And like an idiot of course I'm putting on the ring with no hesitation.” You giggled around your tears, admiring the ring you had just placed on your finger.

“Yeah, as I recall, you asked me out the same way. Whaddyah want some flowers?” He teased you with a grin. You looked at him with burning passion before your lips met, engaging in a fiery dance of passion. Stop, stop. Please just stop, he begged his brain. At the moment he thought it was perfect, it was so you and so him. Now, he wished he did it on tv or yelled it from the rooftops. Maybe then it would have shown the universe, or god, or whatever was taking him from you just how much he needed and loved you. Just maybe it would have permitted this outcome.

“Bakugou!!”

You and bakugou stared down at the little 6 pound baby. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the girl came home, which was 4 day ago! Maybe it was because you had just taken her to meet her grandparents and she didn't want to deal with her grandparents much like her father.

“Give me that baby!” his mom said swopping the baby into her hands. You only giggled at her excitement but Bakugou threw a fit.

“Mom! She's a fuc-freaking newborn! You’ve got to be gentle and support her head! You’re gonna hurt her, it's dangerous” He shouted at his mom.

“Oh hush you ingrate. If that was true believe me kid you’d be dead by now, would've saved me a lot of trouble. Now come on little Kaori, I know you've got it.” She said looking down at Kaori.

“What's she got?” You asked curiously. The blonde did not respond, only blew a little stream of air on the baby's nose and then turned her towards you and the blonde next to you who was still pouting. The baby stirred before waking up giving you all the meanest mug you had ever seen come from a baby.  She stared at bakugou and then at you before going back to sleep.

“She’s got the bakugou bitch face or the bakugou glare or even the bakugou mean mug. However you want to call it but that doesn't matter cause she’s got it.” His mom said placing the sleeping baby in the basinet you guys had brought.

“Did that brat just glare at me!?” Bakugou whispers, causing you to burst into full belly laughter.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he said to you trying to hide his small smile that was brought out by your laughing.

“Nothing, I just love you and I believe you just said H-E double hockey sticks so we're getting takeout on the way home, love.” You said kissing his cheek. He only stuck his tongue out at you before mumbling a quick ‘i love you back’. It's getting more painful now he's drawing closer to the day he knew his mind was counting down to. As much as he wanted to relish in the memory all he could think of was how Kaori wouldn't remember you or your melodious laughing. How he should have said I love you more clearly in that moment. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the flashes to stop, the memories to stop but they wouldn't and he knew because they were telling your story.

“BAKUGOU!!”

“Come here, dumbass I wanna cuddle!” Bakugou yelled from your bed.

“Hold on I just wanna call your mom and make sure Kaori is okay. It's the first time Kaori has been away so long. She’s only eleven months, she's probably scared without us.” You said with the phone in your hand pacing.

“Babe, if you are so worried you should know I called my mom while you were bathing. Kaori is chasings around my mom's fat cat. And my moms gonna call when they are putting her to bed so we can say goodnight. Now, get over here and quit worrying I want to cuddle you.” He said finally getting you relax enough to lay down, you rested your head on his chest.

“You're such a good dad, you were worried enough to phone your mom.” You said breathing in his caramel scent.

“Of course I did, I worry about you and Kaori whenever yall are out of my sight. I love you both too much yet not enough at the same time.” He said to you kissing the top of your head.

“Katsuki I want us to always be this way, I want to always be with you and kaori smiling. I love you both too much too.” You said back to him straddling him to meet his eyes.

“I want some more brats and a cat and a dog. I want everything with you. And I want it for forever” He said looking up at you with passion. He needs it to stop, he can't relive the same nightmare. He didn't want the image of you dying in his hands to replay, but that's where his mind was heading, wasn't it?

“Bakugou!? Can you hear me!?”

“You know when people said you become boring when you have a baby I didn't believe them but were totally boring. We just did 10 over the speed limit to pick up Kaori.” You said taking a glance in the mirror to see her cute little grumpy face.

“Baby I realized we were boring when we went to that baby store on our day off to look at baby stuff and we went “ ohh” and “awhh” to every third object we saw.” He said back to you with a chuckle. You giggled at him and your eyes fluttered shut for just a second, it was a second too long because when you opened them you slammed into a car ahead of you that had just been in an accident causing a pile up. Behind you a semi rammed into your suv doing terrible damage to the car and everyone inside. Bakugou was the first to wake and quickly fought to get himself free. Once he did he was all over you but you were in far worse shape and the metal of the car dug into you, slicing you open, and locking you into place.

“Noo.. Kat get Kaori first.” you whispered to him.

“Y/N, i'll get you out first, you're right here. Then we’ll get kaori together.” He said tears spilling from his eyes.

“Katsuki, please get Kaori first. Please, i'll try to get loose myself” You plead with him, he thought about it but you were more stuck than her and you were bleeding heavily from the metal cutting into your abdomen.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Her first, then me! I’ll wait for you, promise.” That was all he needed to hear, his heart ached for his little girl who was crying softly more shocked than hurt.

“It's alright baby we're gonna get you safety and then dadas gonna come get mommy and we’ll all go home cuddle.” He said as he pulled the baby from her car seat, recognizing ‘home’ and ‘cuddle’ she clapped at him. He planted gross, wet kisses all over her face before dashing to the place where he saw all the flashing lights congregating. It was a pretty big pile up so there were a lot of ambulances. He took the first one open.

“This is Bakugou Kaori, she’s eleven months and has no allergies to anything or any medication. I'll be coming back with Bakugou y/n who has a pretty deep gash in their abdomen and isn't allergic to any medication either.” He said as the EMT took his baby from him. He almost didn't want to leave her but he knew you were waiting on him, so he dashed back to your totaled car where he saw people crowding your figure as they had just pulled you out.

“Y/N!” He said dropping to the ground taking you from the girl who was holding you.

“Come on, you're bleeding a lot we’ve got to get you to the ambulance.” He said tears cascading from his eyes as he tried to lift you while simultaneously slowing your bleeding but as he lifted you not only did you scream, blood rushed out of your gash at a very alarming rate.

“We can't lift them, they're losing too much blood, the ambulance got to come down here….They’ll die if we take them down there.” Someone said as Katsuki placed you back on the ground. He wanted to yell at them and tell them they were wrong but he knew they weren't. As well as he knew the ambulance wouldn't fit down here, it was hard for him to fit through the cracks of the cars. He had to try though for you, for Kaori, and for himself.

“You're all hurt, go get to an ambulance and get some help, idiots.... And please, I'm begging you, make one of them come down here.” The group of people nodded as they raced for the ambulances.

“Told you I’d wait on you, Kat.”

“Yeah, you did such a good job, baby! You are so strong, love. They went to get help, everything's gonna be alright.” He whispered to you clutching your body closer to him.

“Who are you trying to convince me or you.” You laughed coughing up blood.

“Stop laughing, dumbass this isn't funny.” He gritted his teeth at you.

“Alright then stuffy, onto the serious business. I want Kaori to grow up knowing what love is, so tell her all our cheesy stories. I want her to grow up knowing she is so loved by you so tell her everyday from me and you that you love her more than anything. I want her to know she can come to you for anything so don't be such a hardass to her when she starts to rebel a little…. I don't want her to forget my face or my voice too much, so as much as it might hurt at first show her all the pictures and videos we took over the years. And when she's old enough to understand what happened tonight tell her she doesn't need to go to my grave if she ever wants to talk to me, I'm always watching over you both, promise.” You paused to throw up some more blood. “And now for you my love, I won't say anything to cliché. Like ‘i want you to find love’ cause we both know I am the jealous type but if it happens don't worry I'm not turning over in my grave. I want you to keep following that dream of yours if anyone can be the Top hero and a single dad it’s you, Kat. I want you to indulge yourself and eat takeout sometimes that stuffy diet of yours isn't fun. Be sad for as long as you need but just don't hold it all inside and try to continue on like everything is fine. It's okay to cry, to need a break or some help or both really. Lastly, Bakugou Katsuki, I love you and I am so sorry we didn't get that always and forever we wanted.” You said using the last of your strength to caress his cheek. He sobbed as he grasped your hand and held it tighter to his cheek.

“I love y-” he tried to say but stopped as he realized you were already gone. You didn't get to hear it back from him… the scream that ripped from him was pure anguish in its finest form. He should've been quicker to say it. He should have said it more often. He just should have. And now he was begging his head to stop playing these flashbacks to stop driving the knife further into his heart, he had a daughter he was trying to live for. He just wanted it to stop.

“DADA DADA”

Just like that he was drawn from his head. He looked around to see his friends and family staring at him in concern and his daughter at his feet with fat tears rolling down her face. He quickly picked her up, cursing at himself as he probably just scared her.

“What are you crying for you, little brat?” He started but paused as fat tears of his own rolled down his sunken cheeks “Everything's gonna be alright soon, so we shouldn't cry for too long okay, Brat.” He said as he hugged Kaori tighter than he should have. Somewhere in his mind he did believe it. That he and his daughter would be okay but for right now he was trying to stay afloat in the waves of suffocating flashbacks.

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 18 -Chemistry

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what will they do?, 2.5k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

“Two, three, four!” Alex counted off and the band sprung into action inside the studio. The one good thing about the drums was that it made him hyper aware of every limb on his body. There was no room for distractions or intrusive thoughts when he was keeping time. It was almost like the euphoria of being dizzy, only without the dizziness. He could be okay in this state for a little while - just long enough to reset his mind and declutter itself.

As they finished their take, they heard a familiar voice from the sound booth.

“Sounds incredible boys!”

Caleb. There went the whole ‘reset and declutter’ thing he had going.

Each of the guys looked around at each other, knowing they would have to do their best to pretend they didn’t know anything. This was the first time they were seeing him since Alex had given the news to the rest of the band. None of them had actually discussed what they would do the next time Caleb happened to stop in. Setting down their instruments and slowly filing into the sound booth, they all greeted Caleb, trying to appear happy to see him.

“Let’s hear that playback, shall we?” he said as they all sat together. He pressed a few knobs on his soundboard and they all listened closely to their own song. It was just gonna be another session with notes on where they could dub vocals here and there or duplicate tracks to fill things out - it had to be normal, Alex prayed.

“And let’s stop here for a minute,” Caleb was saying after getting into a couple minutes of the track. “Reggie. What happened to the bassline?” Reggie sat up, blinking at being called out. “That’s not what was on your demo; why did you change it?”

Reggie’s face had already fallen as he made flustered attempts to respond.

“I-I...I just liked that line better...I think it fits the style and the direction of the song,” he stammered, shoulders slumped, avoiding eye contact. His hands came together in his usual fidget - the one he did when he got yelled at. Alex saw Bobby’s hand curl into a fist.

“Alright, alright, trust me,” Caleb placated. “I understand, probably more than any of you, why improvising a part feels so good. I wouldn’t host a jazz club if I didn’t get that. But here the difference is that no one knows your songs yet, boys.”

“We’ve had faithful fans for years,” Luke interrupted.

Caleb cut him off with a mere look. Shutting his mouth, Luke scratched the back of his head nervously. After taking a breath, Caleb simply let out a sigh.

“Boys.” His tone was really drawing on the charisma, Alex noticed. “My job in helping you reach the stardom that you all one hundred percent deserve is to help you create a footprint on the walk of fame. A footprint means as beginners we can’t mess with the core elements that make your brand. These songs need to stay consistent until we have thousands of fans singing back to you in the audience the very lines you wrote in your humble garage. They need to know the first few seconds of that drumbeat and recall who you are on the radio. They are going to learn those basslines and those chords and add them to their own repertoire while they aspire to be legends like you! Don’t you see how important that is? I know. Playing around is fun; experimenting with new ideas and sounds is the whole reason we’re here. But from now on, I want you boys to stay in one lane, and I will match your speed.”

Eyeing each other warily, they all awkwardly murmured and nodded to agree with him. None of his words had been all that comforting. Alex was stuck thinking about how Caleb had made an appeal to every single one of them and somehow been right on the nose. It was like he could read their minds and it felt rather invasive.

“We’ll remember that,” Alex told him. He knew the other three were battling with their fight or flight responses and it would be suspicious.

“Oh, good,” Caleb replied. “I can see we’re having an off day, but maybe Alex can get the rest of you on board. Let’s run that song again.”

Exchanging glances, the guys stood up and headed back into the recording booth.

“Man, chemistry sucks,” Bobby complained from his seat in the armchair in his garage. Books were spread out around him, as well as about a dozen crumpled up pieces of notebook paper. “Reggie would get this.”

Alex looked up from the history homework he’d been focused on. He was gaining such an ear for whenever Reggie or Bobby mentioned one another and it made him laugh inwardly. For now, though, he had to hide the smirk.

“Well, I would call him, but he’s taking care of his sister tonight.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to bother him anyways.”

This was one of the rare occasions where it was just Alex and Bobby together. Usually at least Luke would be around, but he was out on some date with Julie and there was no telling when he was expected back. Bobby had been helping Alex with history for a little bit but about half an hour ago remembered his own homework in a panic. Now they were both having trouble focusing. Their time in the studio that morning was clearly still on both of their minds.

“Hey, did Reggie tell you we were playing for his cousin’s wedding?” Alex asked in a non sequitur fashion.

“What?” Bobby said, finally sitting up and tearing his eyes off the diagram he was making. “No, he didn’t. Since when was that happening?”

“I’ve known for a couple weeks,” Alex told him casually.

“Oh.” Bobby looked down at the floor. “Any reason you haven’t mentioned it until now?”

Alex shifted in his seat on the couch at the suspicion in Bobby’s voice, but tried to play it off with a shrug.

“I just forgot. We’ve had a lot going on since he mentioned it to me.”

It did the trick. Still, Bobby sat in thought for a while, playing with his tongue inside his mouth absent-mindedly. Alex physically bit his own tongue to keep himself from asking what was on Bobby’s mind and pretended to turn his attention back to his history work. There was a long, static pause.

“Reggie’s been really weird lately,” Bobby said.

“Is that so?” Alex didn’t look up this time.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s always been goofy and everything, but I mean, he’s been unusual even for him. You know what I mean?”

“I guess I haven’t been paying as close of attention.” Alex flipped a page in his text book. “But I’ll take your word. Are you worried about him?”

Furrowing his brow, Bobby frowned in thought.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I mean, I always worry about him, you know, cuz of everything he deals with at home. But I don’t know...this is different.”

“Is it because of what Caleb said today?”

“I didn’t like that either, but no, that’s not it.”

He looked so serious that Alex couldn’t find it funny anymore. Actually, Bobby seemed so distressed by it that it was making Alex distressed.

“Hey,” he said with concern. “Why do you look so bummed about it?”

He received a glance as though a great weight sat upon Bobby’s shoulders. It was so familiar it shot him in the chest. His friend looked so lost and uncertain, so afraid to speak his mind. And Alex thought Reggie had been conflicted. It was a little worrying.

“I think you actually know what's going on, huh?” Bobby said in resignation.

Nope. Now it was just frustrating. Alex sat up and looked at Bobby directly.

“Okay, I know expressing yourself isn’t your strong suit, Bobby, but please say it out loud. You can do it. Especially with me.”

His friend’s eyebrows knit together even further, trying to convince himself to get it off his chest. A minute passed, and finally he shut his chemistry book, set it aside, and faced Alex.

“I have feelings for Reggie.”

Thank god.

“Good job! You’re officially the last to know!”

Bobby’s face fell into a confused expression.

“What?”

Alex merely shrugged. They were so helpless, but luckily he was better at trying to solve others’ problems than his own.

“I had to let you come to your own conclusion. It was exhausting; you took forever.”

Bobby folded his hands and fidgeted with his thumbs.

“How long have you noticed?”

“Technically? Since before playing at the Pearl. But that’s when it really started to be obvious.”

Smirking, Bobby just bowed and shook his head.

“You know,” he began. “When I was first getting to know you, I didn’t trust you. Luke and I were already so close, and he introduced me to you and Reggie and you two already were such good friends. For a while I couldn’t figure out when you were being sarcastic or serious and I didn’t want to admit I was too sensitive. Reggie helped me figure out the difference and I just sort of dropped anything I was upset about.”

Alex listened carefully, nodding at his words.

“And now you’ve started getting all personal because you know I’m the most trustworthy one here, right?” he half-teased.

Nodding, Bobby smiled a little.

“I guess this is the part where you tell me to get my crap together and tell Reggie?”

“Yep,” Alex said. “But go at your own pace. The last thing I want is you two making things even weirder than they already are by trying to discuss things when you’re not prepared. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great, but don’t forget the rest of the band in the process.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bobby pondered. “You have a point. Speaking of weird business, I’m still not cool about us pretending to go along with making the album while knowing what we do about Caleb.”

“Me neither, but I think Luke was right. We’re just being careful.”

“Since when is Sunset Curve careful, though? We would just set up and play wherever we could until we got chased off the property, and then we’d just find a new location the next night.”

“The difference is we were nobody fifteen year olds who didn’t have contracts signed. You said it yourself, we could risk losing the rights to our own music if we break things off.”

“We read the contracts, though, right?” Bobby insisted. “I made sure we did. I don’t remember anything that seemed too controlling in them.”

“Would we have known what to look for?” Alex responded.

Sighing heavily and flopping back into his chair, Bobby stared up into the ceiling. It felt like no good answer could be given. Alex was frustrated too, but he remembered what Tía Victoria had told him as well. He believed Willie, of course, especially since Victoria hadn’t actually seen or spoken to him. She hadn’t been able to get a sniff of Caleb’s true nature, and she was a professional investigator. If Caleb could fool her that easily, he’d tied their hands while they willingly held them out.

“Bobby,” Alex started. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we should stop laying ourselves on the ground and letting him walk all over us. None of this ‘establish the brand’ B.S.”

Straightening his posture, Alex sat up and folded his hands. That was exactly what he wanted to do, too. Even if he didn’t know anything else about Caleb, the way he’d gone after Reggie had left a sour enough taste in his mouth. Before he could say anything else to Bobby, Luke stepped into the garage.

“Guys, I was thinking - ” he started.

“You wanna go after Caleb too?” Bobby said.

“Whoa, how did you know?” he sat back in surprise.

“Bobby and I were just talking about it,” Alex told him. Luke raised his eyebrows as he flopped onto the couch beside Alex.

“Were you guys mad when he singled out Reggie, too?”

“Yes!”

“Nobody shames Reggie like that!”

“Bobby, you should go cheer him up,” Luke suggested. “We all know you’re in love with him.”

“Oh my god!” Bobby cried, throwing his arms into the air in exasperation. Immediately he stood up and gathered all his books. “Just for that, I’m turning in you guys. Have a nice night, Alex. Luke, I hope it’s cold.” He stormed out of the garage and into his house while Luke and Alex simply laughed together.

“I, uh… I already gave him a speech about it,” Alex told Luke, smirking.

“Thank you!” Luke cried. “I know they tease me about being dense but at least I go for what I want! And so do you!”

Smiling at the acknowledgement of him and Willie, Alex slowly started packing up his homework. He could finish it tomorrow night.

“By the way, how was hanging out with Julie?” he asked.

Placing his arms behind his head, Luke got that dreamy far-off look on his face. The ‘Julie on the mind’ look. He smiled like he’d seen an angel and the angel had smiled back in kind.

“Oh, she’s awesome. She’s way better at roller skating than me. I wish there were two of me just so one of us could hold her hand while skating with her and the other could sit down and watch.”

Alex made a face at the odd visual, but he understood what Luke was talking about. He wondered what he and Willie looked like from an outside perspective. Did they look as happy as he felt? Did Willie bring out something in him that he’d never seen in the mirror? Or even something the rest of the guys didn’t know yet? That was something he really wanted to discuss with Willie now.

“I can’t wait until her mom gets out of the hospital,” Luke was saying. “I want to learn everything she can teach me. She told me she took two years just working on the production of an album for her band. Imagine what we could do with our songs if we had her in the studio instead of Caleb.”

“Wow,” Alex commented. “At this point, I really wish we were working with the Molinas. At least they seem to get us.”

Luke looked at him and Alex knew he’d heard all the underlying meaning in that sentence. All the guys had been accepted by Julie’s family in a way none of their own seemed capable of. Alex almost wished he hadn’t said it out loud because it only tempted him to forget about heading home.

“Maybe one day, we will, Alex,” Luke said, giving him an encouraging smile.

He chuckled as he shouldered his backpack and headed out the door.

“Yeah. That’d be sweet.”