#[excuse me while I show up late with iced coffee]

[helldustedstories]

Stolas waits, hand still trailing along Blitz's back, for him to answer with his colour, to let him know if anything's too tight. This is his first time doing this particular tie on anyone other than a mannequin, and he wants to make sure Blitz is comfortable before they do anything else. He's going to make sure to check in when he needs to, the way Blitz had taught him, wants to show Blitz that he can take care of him too.

Because Stolas is still learning, still having so many firsts with Blitz, and he doesn't want to do anything that disappoints him. He's been so patient with Stolas, and the owl is immensely grateful for that. Really, he should be better at this sort of thing; he's read enough romance novels and erotica over the years. He just needs to find a way to put that into actual practice, to slip into this new role.

And as long as Blitz doesn't mind him needing more time or instruction every now and then, Stolas knows he can do this, is excited about the possibilities it offers them. He just has to lean into some of that newfound confidence that Blitz has been helping him build, even if he doesn't entirely feel it just yet.

Blitz presses a kiss into his chest before grinning up at him, giving Stolas the answer he'd needed to hear, telling him that he's green. He watches as Blitz takes another moment to check over himself, and his own smile widens, grateful he'd had Blitz to walk him through the basics of safety, that he always kept that in mind even when Stolas had known absolutely nothing. And now he's going to keep that in mind too.

When Blitz affirms verbally that he feels "fan-fuckin'-tastic," Stolas lets out a soft hooted chuckle, moving just a little closer to make it easier for Blitz to kiss his neck when he sees what he's trying to do. And he can't help a little bit of pride, his feathers ruffling, when Blitz says that it feels not only good, but better than he's ever had. He usually tries not to spiral down the absolute black hole of comparing himself to others when it comes to his sexual experience, but there were definitely times he couldn't help it, times he wondered if he was even capable of pleasing Blitz properly. But this is not one of those times. He might still be inexperienced, but with the way Blitz is looking at him, leaning into him, he has absolutely no doubts about the fact that he is wanted.

And as he almost always does, he desperately wants Blitz, too.

Stolas pulls a much more deliberate smirk onto his lips as he gazes down at Blitz where he's resting against his chest, pouting up at him. He lifts one of his hands, drawing long talons slowly, intentionally from the hollow of Blitz's throat up his neck. Stolas curls his fingers under Blitz's chin, scratching in a way he knows he likes.

"Look at you, all pretty for me, ready to beg for just a kiss," he murmurs, his voice pitched lower, words slow and sensual. "I could make you beg….., but why would I do that so soon when you're being such a good boy?"

His hand shifts to hold Blitz's chin, even as Stolas bends down, stopping a breath away from kissing him. "And then, since you're so eager, you can show me what that mouth of yours can really do," he purrs, finally closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to Blitz's, letting out a soft sound as their lips finally meet.

He was very much looking forward to Blitz undressing him with just his mouth. Stolas had put on a lacy babydoll (the one that tied in the front) and matching panties before they'd started, wanting to feel pretty during this whole process. Getting the proper ties and knots could take a little while, and it had also been a cheeky way of letting them match a little bit (though one of their ties was decidedly more involved).

It would be easy for him to untie it, to slip out of what little he's wearing, but Blitz had offered to put on a show for him, and Stolas was very interested in watching.

When their kiss finally breaks, Stolas takes a moment to breathe, settling back against the pile of pillows behind him. "Go ahead, sweetheart," he murmurs, smiling at Blitz. "Show me what you can do."

Whenever he sees Stolas' face light up like that, it's like hitting the jackpot. By now, Blitz is intimately familiar with the effect praise has on him - how much deeper it hits than the kinds of degradation they'd tried out in the beginning. And while there's a time and place for pleasurable pain, Blitz is pretty confident that leaning more heavily into this open adoration, praise and affection, is much better for Stolas in the long run. Fuck - it's probably better for both of them.

Blitz - Blitz is enjoying this journey of trying to become better.

❝ Hands on, huh ? Yeah, I can see the fun in that. ❞ He meets Stolas' teasing with some of his own, his voice light enough that it almost wants to give way into a laugh. It's airy and fluttery - from humor and anticipation, not nerves. Not anymore. Blitz flexes experimentally, letting himself feel those sensations again: soft rope, fluffy feathers, a comforter you can sink into.

He could say it didn't use to be like this, but the truth is - it was never like this. None of his hookups, his hedonistic nights even when things were good with Verosika. His body seems to remember the fight in a way that should rightfully freak him out as an omen of his own self-destructive tendencies rearing its ugly head. It used to be only a challenge, more than a challenge, to get him to submit - by his own design. Ropes - cuffs, chains - were the access point to enough pain and overstimulation to drown out the rest of the world and his thoughts along with it, and for a second as he feels the bondage, Blitz is reminded of that muscle memory.

But the rest of it doesn't come. The need to run his mouth until someone shuts it for him, the need to start fiddling with the ties until he squirms his way out so someone will have to drag him back and make him sit still - the only thing he really feels is the fear that he will feel it, but that desire never comes.

Instead, all he feels is Stolas' hand on his horn, how he stays still and close and lets Blitz lead the contact by pressing his face even more into the deliriously soft puff of plumage, and it's steady - it's them. He's nowhere else but the present, and fuck what a difference it makes to come out from behind those shitty walls and realize that he's moving away from the pain - not towards it.

He realizes with a start he doesn't feel restrained by the rope - he feels held.

Blitz presses a kiss against Stolas' chest and arches against the touch to his spines, immediately seeking the sparks of pleasure on such a tender spot, then pulls back just enough to see Stolas' face - feel the weight of his gaze, the undeniable appreciation and love of all things, and he feels himself opening up, wanting to be seen.

He grins at the question, amused and appreciative and proud and eager and everything good. ❝ Green, super green. ❞ Blitz stretches the word out, enjoying the taste of it. Then he dutifully checks what he needs to; nothing is obviously cutting off circulation - Stolas has definitely erred on the side of a little looser, but it's undeniably comfortable. He does check some hot spots for his usual chronic pain, turning his wrist, wiggling his right knee, and there's nothing to test for his jaw and his face. Everything feels absolutely fine, but he makes a mental note to keep an eye on them, and if he can't do it for his own sake yet, he'll do it for Stolas'. He'd meant what he said: he was never going to put Stolas in a position of accidentally hurting him, never.

❝ Feels fan-fuckin'-tastic, Beautiful. I swear. ❞ He leans in again, stretching up until he can just ghost a kiss against Stolas' neck - and letting his tail sneak over and brush a teasing line against his ass. ❝ It feels good - better than I've ever had, honestly. ❞ He rests his chin against Stolas' chest, looking up at him with heavily lashed eyelids, pulling an exaggerated pout. ❝ Now are you gonna kiss me, or do you want to hear me beg, Good Lookin' ? ❞

[7ndipity]

When they call you clingy

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: different scenarios in which they've called you clingy.

Warnings: angst, swearing, depression, jk calls himself an idiot, not proofread.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon for this request! I'm gonna be honest, these are all over the place. Some are angsty, some are fluffy, Jimin's is just straight-up comfort because apparently he's part of my emotional support squad. Idk, I hope you like them anyway!

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Requests are open

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Seokjin: Bickering with Jin was something that happened often, usually over something you both knew was ridiculous to fight over, like the validity of mint chocolate as an ice cream flavor, but both of you were too stubborn to back down.

Tonight's argument: whether holding hands while sleeping was clingy or not.

"I think it's nice." You argued.

"That's because you're clingy!" He retorted.

"I'm clingy?" You asked, offended. "Have you seen you?"

"What?"

"Last week at that party, you couldn't stand me being more than five feet away from you!"

"That's cause Wooseok kept staring at you and I didn't want him trying to make a pass at you." He exclaimed.

You blinked. "That was why?"

"Yes!"

You paused, caught of guard by his admission. "That's kinda sweet."

"Because I'm a sweet boyfriend." He said, still slightly defensive.

"You are." You assented, coming over and kissing him, making him finally crack and give you a small grin.

"Can we please just go to bed now?" He asked.

"Will you let me hold your hand?"

He sighed. "Yes."

"Then yes."

Yoongi: It was late in the afternoon when you brought him a coffee while he was working on his laptop and, noticing the concentrated frown on his face, leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Agh, clingy." He grumbled, not with any venom, just his usual tone, but it was still enough to make you draw back, excusing yourself so he could work.

Were you clingy? You knew you were more physically affectionate than he was, but he'd never seemed to find it bothersome, but you couldn't help second guessing yourself after his comment.

Later, when he came through to join you, he noticed you were a bit quiet, but didn't think much of it at first, until you sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from him.

"C'mere." He said, patting the space next him.

"I'm good here right now." You said, making him frown in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No."

"Then why are you way over there?"

"I'm just trying to give you some space."

"I don't want space." He pouted.

"But you said I was clingy."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing." He said, sliding over next to you. "You know I'm not the best at showing my feelings, but that's one of the things I admire about you. You're not afraid to be the one to reach out first, and sometimes I need that. I need clingy."

"Really?" You quirked a brow at him.

"A little, just a little." He warned, trying to hold his hands up in defense, but it was too late, you'd already tackled him.

Hoseok: It was a clear night as the two of you walked around the city, enjoying one of your first proper date nights since he'd got back from tour, and you were taking full advantage of it, trying to keep as close to him as possible, whether holding his hand or wrapping your arms round his waist.

"My clingy baby." He chuckled as you wound yourself around him yet again. It wasn't said unkindly, but for some reason the word kept bouncing around in your head, making you self-consciously shift back to just holding hands. Were you being too clingy? You had always thought that Hobi liked your affectionate nature, but now you were worried if it was a little too much, even for him. Noticing your change in mood, he gave your hand a little squeeze. "You okay?"

"Mhm." You hummed, still thinking.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Am I being too clingy?" You asked, glancing over him.

"What?! Of course not!" He said, stunned. "I was just teasing you earlier, Baby. Trust me, you could never be too clingy for me."

"You sure?" You asked.

"Definitely." He said, opening his arms. "Now get back over here."

Namjoon: Joon had been working almost non-stop for weeks and you could tell it was taking a toll on him, the fatigue clear on his face, but he rebuffed you at every attempt to try and help him relax.

"Can you just give me some goddamn space, you're so clingy!" He'd finally snapped one evening, the final straw in your mind.

That was three days ago, and you hadn't been back to his place since, ignoring his calls and texts. You hated shutting him out the same way he had done you, but you also weren't going stand by and put up with his behavior anymore. If it was space that he wanted, he could have it.

Until you open the door the next morning to a very disheveled looking Joon.

"What are you-?"

"I'm sorry." He blurted out. "For acting the way I have, and for yelling at you like that. I know you just trying to look out for me, you didn't deserve any of that." He paused to catch his breath, seeming to brace himself before looking back up at you. "The past few days have been absolute hell without you, but it made me realize how much I love you, and I know it's shitty timing to say that, but I-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss, knowing if you didn't stop him, he would probably keep talking for at least a half hour.

"You wanna come in?" You asked, to which he quickly nodded.

He still had some apologizing to do, but it was a start.

Jimin: Some day are just shit. Some days feel like you're just circling the drain, constantly the verge of tipping over the edge into the deep abyss, and all you want is something to hold onto and keep you from falling.

Which is why, when Jimin came home late that evening and fell on the bed next to you, you had immediately wrapped yourself around him and refused to let go.

"What's got you so clingy?" He'd teased, trying to tilt your chin up, but you wouldn't let him, tucking your face further into his neck.

"Babe?" He asked, more worried now, noticing you shaking slightly against him. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head. "Bad day."

"I'm sorry." He said softly, understanding the situation now. "Can I do something? Do you need anything?"

"Just you." You mumbled, your breathing unsteady as you tried to keep from crying.

He held you tighter. "I'm here. I've got you."

Taehyung: "I like this." He mumbled, tracing patterns along your back with his fingers.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, I like it when you're clingy."

As soon as he'd walked through the door, you had latched onto him, having not seen him in over two weeks while he was traveling.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your hands to look at him. "I'm not clingy."

"That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren't laying on top of me right now." He chuckled.

Shooting him a look, you moved to roll off of him, but he stopped you, holding you tightly by the waist. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I don't wanna be clingy." You said stubbornly.

"But I like it!" He laughed.

"Well, I don't! Being clingy isn't supposed to be a good thing!" You said.

"I think it is, at least the way you do it." He said, rubbing circles on you sides with his thumbs. "It's nice to know that you like me as much as I like you."

"So, you're admitting you're clingy too?" You poked him.

"You had to ask?" He suddenly rolled till you were pinned under him. "Darling, you have no idea how clingy I can be."

Jungkook: It had caught you off guard when you overhead him talking to one of his friends after dinner. "Y/n's the same way, they're so clingy!" He'd laughed. It might have only been a joke, but it cut you deeper than you cared to admit.

You knew you tended to stick him more when you went out, but he'd always seemed okay with it. Till now now anyway.

For the rest of the evening, you couldn't help but shy away a bit from him, keeping a little distance between you, causing him to grow increasingly confused.

"Are you mad a me?" He asked, once you were alone in the car.

"Do you really think I'm clingy? You asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

"What?"

"That's what you said to Mingyu." You said, looking down.

"That was- I was just joking around." He said trying to keep his tone light, but it became clear by your lack of response that you weren't amused. "I don't think you're clingy."

"Then why say it?"

"Because-" He sighed. "Because I'm an idiot. I was just trying to be cool, and I know that sounds dumb and childish, but I don't know how else to explain it." He looked over at you. "I'm sorry."

You studied him for a moment. "I expect cuddles as compensation for this."

"Of course." He agreed.

"And don't call my boyfriend an idiot."

"You got it." He grinned at you, starting the car.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

No man's land

♡ Pairings: Eddie munson x reader

♡ Summary: a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Warnings: fluff, none. Just some language but nothing terrible. Eddie calls the reader baby. No use of y/n.

♡ Word count: 1.1k

♡ A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. While this is just a fluff piece, I would still prefer if minors didn't interact with my work. Thank you. Please reblog, like, and comment to show support.

3:00 am.

It was late very late and another sleepless night for you. You tossed and turned for hours trying to find the right position to rest, but it was no use. You just couldn't sleep. There really isn't even a reason behind it.

You weren't stressed at the moment. You and Eddie are both in a good place. You wish you could put a reason as to why this happens, but there is none. Not one thing. This isn't something new for you, though. You just wanted some type of excuse this time.

You carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend next to you. You make your way to the living to watch some TV. Perhaps you'll fall asleep out here, but you know that's highly unlikely. You tip toe into the kitchen, slowly opening up the cabinet above the stove to make some tea.

Wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket with Eddie's Garfield mug in both hands, you flick through the channels until you land on your favorite show. You kept the lights off, not wanting to disturb him in any kind of way since he has to be up in soon for work. Believe it or not, Eddie was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise or light could wake him.

"Why'd ya leave me?" His rasped with a pout on his face.

Foot steps trudging down the hall tell you that you were not as quiet as you thought. You turn to look over blanket draped over your head. There, he was standing in the hallway rubbing his tired eyes. His hair sticking up every which way. The white boxers with red lips, you got him for Valentines Day as a joke, hang low on his waist. He's missing one sock on his foot. You snort when you see him. He looks lost like he doesn't know how he got there.

You always thought his sleepy voice was so cute. He hated it.

"Couldn't sleep again." You sheepishly told him, taking another sip of tea.

He moves to plop down beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table folding his arms over his chest. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. The brightness from the TV screen making his eyes water.

"Whatcha watching?" He yawned.

You snuggle up close beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Grey's Anatomy."

Nodding his head, looking semi interested. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Eddie, you have to work in the morning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. I can't sleep." He squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead.

About an hour has passed since you and Eddie have been awake.

"What do you mean they found her lingerie pictures and showed them to everyone?" He argued, getting frustrated at the show.

"Dr. Model wow!, what a great insult...prick." He murmured, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she only did that to pay for school." You informed him getting a kick out of how upset he seems to be for lzzie.

Whatever sleep filled mind he had was gone now. He's wide awake, staring at the bright TV screen. His eyes are still bloodshot and puffy, but he's not tired. Not anymore. Too worked up and annoyed at what he's witnessing

His mouth drops in shock. "And this dickhead just walks around showing them to everyone?"

"Yep, pretty much." You take another sip of your tea, which is now too cold.

"Lemme get a taste." He motioned at the Garfield mug, eyes glued to the screen. He takes a big gulp, making a disgusted face at the now ice-cold chamomile tea.

He bought that tea specifically for you when he heard it helps with sleep. He always did little things like that for you. He'd buy you an entire life supply of chamomile tea if it meant you could finally rest.

He leaned forward elbows resting on his knees. He was still getting riled up at the plot that he didn't notice the alarm clock going off.

"It's time for work." You mentioned sadly.

"Oh, I'm calling out. I can't leave until I know what happens next." He says matter factly. He's too engrossed in the show now to stop watching. "And I can't leave you either."

The sunrise peaking in through your blinds, giving your living room a warm glow. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Sure." You smiled sweetly at him.

"Then we can finish up this season and try to get some sleep, yeah?" He goes to stand, stretching his long limbs out.

"I hope so, but if I can't sleep, that doesn't mean you have to stay up too." You really don't want him to think just because you struggled with this that he has to as well. You've dealt with insomnia almost your whole life. You can handle losing just a day's worth of sleep. You hope it's just a day's worth.

"I don't think so. If my baby can't sleep, then I'm not sleeping."

"But." You tried arguing.

"No buts." He argued back, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You shyly smile at him, wondering how you even found someone so caring. Sometimes, you truly believe you don't deserve him. You know that's not true, and he definitely knows that's not true. He's just so kind and thoughtful. You really didn't think there were people out there in the world like him. Eddie would constantly do things for you without even considering something in return. You're still not used to that but you're trying.

"Well, then we better get moving. We don't wanna miss anything." You go to stand next to him, stretching out your arms as well.

"I'm not putting clothes on. We can just go through the driver thru." He said, grabbing his keys. No shoes or anything. Just one bare foot padding along the carpet.

"Well, at least wrap yourself in this blanket, jeez." You roll your eyes playfully as you both head for the front door. You tossed him the blanket that was used as your own personal, safe haven. "You trying to get arrested?"

"Wouldn't be my first time." He joked, throwing the blanket around himself and heading out the door.

Eddie kept his promise to you that day. He did eventually doze off on the couch with you. It's not entirely his fault, though he made the mistake of laying his head in your lap after breakfast. Your hands scratch his back, and playing with his hair always made him relax. If there was ever a moment you wanted him to sleep, that was all you had to do, really. He'd instantly melt in your hands.

You stayed up, finishing off the rest of Greys Anatomy with Eddie softly snoring. You didn't sleep, and you weren't counting on it. Maybe you will tonight? Doesn't matter it comes in patterns for you. You know what to expect when this happens.

You're just happy you won't have to deal with it alone anymore. Whether you liked it or not. Eddie was going to be by your side helping you through it. No matter how much you argued that he shouldn't. He was stubborn, and once his mind was made up, that was it.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the GoM with a reader who's always sleepy?

GoM Boys + sleepy baby

Akashi

Akashi finds it a little annoying.

He’s tired too but isn’t allowed to show it; so maybe it’s just jealousy.

It also makes him anxious, because it reminds him of his mother.

She was tired a lot before they told her she was sick, then dying.

Aomine

Aomine probably isn’t the best person to always be tired around.

He’s like a big cat, always wanting to take a nap in the son.

He’ll be a bad influence in convincing them to take naps too.

So they’re together but always late for stuff.

Kise

Kise has zero point of reference on this.

He’s always full of energy, so he doesn’t get why they are so tired.

Refuses to accept that maybe, sometimes, having to deal with his boundless energy sometimes if the cause.

Happy to buy them an iced coffee any time they need a pick me up

Kuroko

Kuroko doesn’t really seem to mind.

He’s not really tired, but does move slow.

He’s happy to move at their pace when they need a little extra time or space.

Happy to sit with them and read while they take a nap.

Midorima

Midorima doesn’t get while they are always so tired.

Are they not getting enough sleep? Is it diet? Are they anemic?

Looking for a solution to the problem, rather than being sympathetic to it.

Definitely the boyfriend who sends you articles like ’10 ways to improve your sleep pattern in just 3 days.’

Murasakibara

Murasakibara is lazy, not tired. He wants that distinction clear.

It works out since he doesn’t want to do a lot of things, and his s/o is always tired.

Uses them as an excuse a lot for why he can’t go or do things.

“I’d love to, but s/o is just worn out today. So we can’t go” *opens snacks and gets snuggly* “I know it sucks….”

[helldustedstories]

For a moment, Moxxie starts to think about what he does know about truth serums. His father hadn't really used them that much, preferring the…..old-fashioned way of getting information out of people, something that had never sat right with Moxxie, even when he was involved in the family business. It was highly likely that, if he'd stayed, he would have ended up doing more research on the subject, to offer up a possible alternative to torture. After all, like he'd told the human agents, people tended to say whatever they thought their captors wanted to hear to put an end to the pain: it definitely wasn't an entirely reliable way to get information out of someone.

But going down that particular train of thought is playing a dangerous game, especially with Blitz watching him as closely as he is. That was something Moxxie didn't want to touch, as much as he could avoid it. Though he supposed it was harder to just…..completely ignore, at this point; he was still gonna do his best to talk and think about his father and that whole part of his life as little as possible.

There was a reason he put way more weight on his mother's background, on the fact that he was born in Wrath, even though most of his formative years had been spent in Greed.

Moxxie's prepared to slump a little, ready for the teasing about how he'd been prepared to infodump about something he doesn't know a lot about. But instead, Blitz's words are a weird sort of encouragement, telling him to lead with his best foot forward, something that Moxxie had been trying to be better about.

Unless someone actively asked him about something he was really interested in; he almost always jumped into those conversations without thinking, and it was only after the other person involved finally managed to get his attention again that he realized he'd been going on at length about barrel density when he'd been asked about scopes. He was trying to be more aware of when he jumped right into overexplaining something he hadn't been asked about, working to keep on task and focused instead.

Blitz's attention is fixed on him, more intent than Moxxie had seen him in a while, outside the field, at least. He's not entirely certain what to do with Blitz's undivided attention, though when he speaks again, it gives him more of an idea of what he actually wants.

❝ Alright, c'mon, tell me the side effects you've been having. And don't bullshit me, I'm bullshit proof. I want details. ❞

A little frown slips onto Moxxie's face at that, as he takes a moment to consider what could be considered a side effect. (He also knew there was more to why Blitz was asking than just being interested in what was going on with him, but they'd get to that later.)

"Well, my dreams have been a lot more….," he trails off for a moment, frown deepening. "Musical? Fucked up? Linear?" All of the above, really. "I don't usually remember most of my dreams, but these….; I could probably write down the music." Oh, maybe he should try that sometime; his subconscious might be onto something, as far as that went.

He glances over to Blitz, watching him as he talks, and he's pretty sure he knows at least some of why he'd asked. You don't just bring that sort of thing up out of the blue unless there was a reason for it.

"My dreams don't always make a lot of sense, but they have since then. Like…., it's not just snippets and images that any therapist would tell you to write down in a dream journal, but….full scenes." He pauses for a moment to take a breath, smoothing down the front of his jacket without thinking about it, something he frequently does when he's nervous or lost in thought.

"Sometimes….it feels more like memories than actual dreams," Moxxie muses out loud. "At least until the nightmares start." While there hadn't been a whole lot of that when they'd been in the human's facility, they'd started not long after getting home. Moxxie was no stranger to nightmares, though there have been far fewer of them in the past couple of years. He'd been hoping that he might have finally left them behind, but it seemed that that was unfortunately not the case.

Moxxie glances over at Blitz, just watching him as he takes in what he'd been telling him.

"What side effects have you been having, sir?" While he didn't know that that was why Blitz had asked, he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't the only one having some rougher nights. And maybe if he caught him off-guard, Moxxie could get Blitz to actually admit he was struggling, too. As unlikely as that event might be; Blitz was fucking good when it came to people, much better than Moxxie was. But he was certainly gonna try to get some sort of answers out of him.

Blitz could just drop it here - this may not technically be even close to the doors he's nailed closed, but it's still a door, and any door can be dangerous. He's fairly sure he can get some distance between them again, if he's annoying enough - Moxxie'll probably drop it in frustration. And it's so tempting, backing down and slinking back into his corner - being loud enough so people don't actually look and see.

Except for this whole, trying to be better thing. Fuck, it's exhausting and he hasn't even said anything yet.

Or maybe that's just the sleepless headache.

In typical Moxxie fashion, his go-to is facts about truth serum and Blitz is that much more tempted to goad him onto the path of research and back the fuck out of this. Be better, be good, don't run. Okay, hell - maybe some research into that particular field might even be useful one day, right ? He does perk up at the quick, glancing mention of side effects, and is instinctively side stepping the question being turned on him with the ease that comes from years of practice.

❝ For the record, side effects are a much better opener than fuckin' encyclopedia entries, Moxx. Lead with your best foot forward. ❞

Blitz is leaning forward now, gaze sharp and searching. He has always known that Moxxie is more capable than he ever gives himself credit for - at least, in the things that matter. He'll go on and on about his taste in music or his elaborate plans, but it's his instincts and his eye that Blitz had picked out from the very beginning - his ability to see things for what they are and roll with them in a way that makes working together in the field absolutely seamless.

Point being: he's a good fuckin' employee. But he is also the closest thing Blitz has to a best friend, if he lets himself think that way. When he's not such a fuckin' coward that he's not consumed with the thoughts of ruining everyone's lives. And that's the part he needs to build on.

❝ Alright, c'mon, tell me the side effects you've been having. And don't bullshit me, I'm bullshit proof. I want details. ❞

[tyliiia]

my first time writing here, but I thought I could share my little gojo brain rot since I haven't moved on from the leaks ╥_╥ also english is not my first language so if there are any spelling mistakes or anything, I am sorry.

(inspired by ariana's 'goodnight n go'; also don't know if anyone already had this idea but I had to write this out for the sake of my mental health lmao)

content: gn! reader, fluff teeth rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, suggestive talk (mentions of gojo being horny for the reader), pet names, intentional lowercase

"tell me why you gotta look at me that way you know what it does to me so baby, what you tryna say?”

it's usual for everyone to see gojo as someone with no sense of private space. an idiot that invades your space and always flirts with people unashamedly.

one day, when you called him out for it, he simply shrugged and said 'don't know what ur talking about luv, I jus' work here', smirked, and winked,

an absolute idiot.

of course, this also applies to the fact that...

your private space is his private space, and that's it.

oh, you wanted to take a nap while he's around? you better forget it. the moment he sees you he's talking your ears off about how you should let him take you to the ice cream shop down the street, or the last mission he went on, how ugly the curse he fought with was. the daily gossip on the train. whatever topic he finds out at the top of his head.

you think it's just his personality, he's outgoing and likes to talk, right? nothing wrong with that. so you listen to him, lightly sipping on your coffee and eating your snack (the one he conveniently placed on top of your lunch bag when you weren't looking).

to gojo, the truth is that the way you look at him when you're listening makes him feel like he's floating.

his heart flutters and he thinks maybe it's from the amount of sugar he consumed before the day even started, but when your lips slightly curve up and your eyelashes slightly flutter as you laugh at something he just said, your lips part as you let the joyous sound of your laugh come out of your throat and he thinks maybe you are a divine creature. his eyes wander to the way your bottom lip moves with each word that rolls out your lips and he imagines the way it would feel to touch or kiss, maybe he could even tug on your lips with his teeth-

he mentally slaps himself and slightly shakes his head, grateful for the blindfold covering his eyes.

"lately, all I want is you on top of me you know where your hands should be so baby, won't you come show me?”

walking down the stairs of the training area at jujutsu high, gojo spots you training the second years. your hands expertly fix the wooden katana in yuta's hands as you give him a sweet smile and let him repeat the move you just taught him.

you take some steps back, your back facing gojo as he leans against the stone wall and slightly lifts his blindfold, mentally telling himself that he just wanted to see everything (and definitely not because he was checking you out).

you're wearing your training attire, much like the students are, a normal thing to do since you are... training. but for some reason, gojo finds himself imagining how his hand would just casually slide into the back pocket of your pants, just an excuse to feel your ass, because right now as you bend and twist while helping your students, his eyes fixate on the way it just looks so— plump. and maybe he’s just a bit possessive when other people look at you, so his hands on your back pocket? would be just to show everybody you're his.

and he thinks you're reading his mind when you walk over to maki and you sit on your haunches to help the girl, an innocent smile on your face, as you make small talk with her, carefully helping her stretch so she doesn't hurt herself.

gojo thinks it's sweet, how you share the same love for the students as he does, and he knows he should see this as an adorable teacher and student moment, but he can't help imagining himself under you, your legs on each side of his hips as you straddle his lap, maybe you would smile like that at him or maybe you would grind your hips? he wonders.

do you still look as sweet as you do right now? or do you look different? would you let him touch you all over? would you touch him all over? he is 100% sure your hands are angel-soft. he feels like he would do anything just to see that and feel it.

'wtf is wrong with me', he thinks as you lift yourself up and give a thumbs up in inumaki's and panda's direction.

he cusses out silently and his mind blasts off like a fire alarm. a shaky exhale leaves his lips and he leans forward, removing his back from the wall and walking back inside the school.

he thinks he's a creep for thinking this about a friend and coworker.

"i got you, i got you dreamin' you close your eyes and you're screamin’ play with your mind for no reason i know you love how I tease it you know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken you already know what I'm thinkin', boy”

the strongest sorcerer thinks he might go crazy.

he thought the intrusive thoughts of you would eventually disappear, but he was wrong.

he thinks he has never been so tormented by the thought of another human being. from nasty thoughts to just the idea of holding your hand, he thinks he might go clinically insane if he doesn't have you.

he knows it's wrong but he can't help it when he pictures your sweet smile and your pretty body in his mind he finds himself indulging in imagination. his hips bucking up and his hands sliding down his torso, until he’s grabbing at his crotch and trying to get some friction.

"gojo-san?" your sweet voice is heard from the other side of the door and he slightly jumps, startled. you can hear a small groan coming from gojo inside the teacher's room and you frown. 'Is he mad at me?'

the answer is no, but you don't know that.

he rubs his eyes and leans back in the chair, legs spreading as he tries to comfortably place his almost growing erection as hidden as possible, how embarrassing it would be to try to explain that.

"come in sweets," he says in a heavily sweet voice, masking the confusing thoughts he had seconds ago. his mood lifts as he sees your sweet smile as your head peaks through the door before you enter the room.

he watches as you place your bag on the table and walk over to the couch next to him. his legs unconsciously spread wider and you notice that, a small blush creeping up your cheeks and you hope he doesn't notice.

he does.

and oh it makes him spiral. he wants to pinch your cheeks and kiss you sweetly and then ruin you until you are begging him to stop

and it's so wrong, but he can't help it.

you adjust the fabric of your uniform on your legs and he watches as your thighs grow in size when you are sat down, his adam apple bobs up and down as he swallows.

you smile at him, unaware of the man's thoughts. he smiles back and leans forward, his elbows on his legs as he looks at you, blue, covered irises staring at you sweetly.

"want something from me?" a 'hmm' escapes his throat as he looks at you waiting for you to talk.

to his surprise, you shake your head.

"just wanted to keep you company for a bit i guess" the sound of your giggle echoes in his ears and he thinks he might want to hear it every time he wakes up, throughout the day, before he falls asleep and in his dreams.

he smiles and shakes his head as well.

"next time you wanna be with me just say" he throws an empty wrap of candy at you. you catch it and fake an angry face, fighting the smile creeping on your lips.

"that's crazy, what if i do wanna be with you huh?"

eyes widened under the mask, gojo knows you are talking about being with him for company. but he can’t deny the thought that you might be throwing hints at him. his heart hammers in his chest and he lets out a shaky breath in disguise of a dramatic sigh.

"i know i'm irresistible but no need to be needy y/n" he leans his body back, legs spread again as he stares at you. using his teasing as a mask to the way he craves you so much.

"oh i am extreeeeeemely needy" you drag your words, teasing him back, he feels the blood rush to his lower body even more, you look so good when you squint your eyes at him. like you are challenging him. It makes his blood rush and his mind run miles.

he chuckles and you watch as he looks down at the floor and licks his lips, you instantly giggle and look away too. a small feeling in the pit of your stomach as you feel the tension rising.

you wish you had the courage to make a move. it's not like you are extremely shy, but it would be quite embarrassing if you got your coworker's intentions all wrong... wouldn't it?

"oh, why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you, why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well”

satoru feels how sweaty the palms of his hands are.

he thinks the last time he felt like this was when suguru was still alive, and honestly he never thought it would happen again…

but here he is, in front of the door of your apartment complex, waiting for you to come down, so he can take you to that ice cream shop he talked about so much.

he fidgets with the little keychain yuuji, nobara and megumi had given to him, patiently waiting for you to come downstairs, but feeling his heart hammer so hard he felt like he might throw up.

he thinks of what to say, how to act, things he can and can't do so you won't find him a creep or weird and lord it makes him feel like a teenager all over again.

his mind is so distracted by all of his thoughts he doesn't even see you appear in front of him. you wave your hand in front of his face and he finally snaps out.

gojo feels like his world just turned slow motion, you're smiling at him, your hair is done differently than usual and your outfit is so cute but so hot at the same time and he feels nervous.

he completely forgot what he had planned to do as soon as he saw you.

"what? do i look bad?" you chuckle, looking down at your clothes as you try to check why he is looking at you so much.

he snaps out of his trance and smiles.

"not at all, you look amazing"

you shake your head amused, turning to the side slightly and moving your head in the direction you two were supposed to walk to.

"so do you satoru...let's go?"

he feels his heart in his throat as you call him by his first name. it's like you were always meant to say it... or maybe he's just hopelessly falling for you.

the walk is pleasant, there's small chatter here and there, you talk about your week, mention how yuta is improving and maki manages to surprise you more and more every day. you also mention how inumaki manages to deal with the missions on his own so flawlessly it makes you feel so proud and how panda is getting stronger and stronger.

he watches you with a fond smile on his face, taking the queue to also mention yuuji, nobara and megumi, watching as your eyes slightly sparkle at the mention of their skills improving. he thinks you're beautiful, adorable, the cutest as you watch him talks about everything and nothing at the same time.

the conversation flows and when you both notice it, you're standing at the ice cream shop.

"'we're here" he says, hand softly resting on the small of your back as he lets you inside first "they have a new flavour i've been dying to try it"

you find it adorable how excited he is to try sweets, your own smile growing.

the date goes smoothly. you try each other's ice creams (his being extremely sweet, to which you pulled a face and he wheezed) talked for hours, and laughed like two crazy fools (in love).

when it's time to leave, you realize how bad the butterflies in your stomach are, how he makes you laugh so effortlessly, and how his company is so enjoyable despite what others normally say about him.

you find yourself smiling and sighing as you walk back home, a hop on your step as you think when the next time might be.

asking yourself, 'why the fuck does he have to be so cute?'

"One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with you”

the plan was simple.

satoru would come over for dinner at your house, have some drinks, talk for a while, enjoy each other's company, and done.

what you wouldn't expect is that you two would end up talking for so long that satoru would miss his last train back home.

the clock marked 1 a.m., satoru sitting on your couch after you decided he should stay over for the night, a glass of bubbly as you two talked. soon enough, you realized the man sitting next to you was definitely not good at holding his alcohol.

"you know you could have told me you don't normally drink alcohol satoru-" you say between laughs as he joins you, leaning his head on the couch.

"and let you drink by yourself? that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me would it?" his words are slightly slurred as he lets out a loud laugh.

you shake your head at his antics and smack his arm.

"still! now you're barely awake" hand on your chest as you tried to calm your breathing from laughing.

"hell nah! i'm super awake look at me!" he stands up, making a grand pose to prove his "sobriety" but failing miserably as his legs give out, falling back onto the couch with a 'huff', his face pressing against the cushions as he giggles.

"ok maybe i'm a little tipsy"

you wheeze and fall back onto the couch as well, a fit of giggles echoing through the walls of your apartment.

as your laughter dies down, your gazes fall on each other, silly smiles on your faces as you come down from the joyous moment.

"i should've accepted your ice cream date sooner" you chuckle and confess, watching as his blue eyes widen and he points a finger your way.

"AH! see, told ya you would end up liking my company"

you smile "i always like your company 'toru... just never thought it would be a good idea"

he feels his heart flutter at the nickname but dismisses it. "why wouldn't it be a good idea?" he props himself up on his elbows, head in his hands as he waits for you to talk.

"because...." you inhale as you look at him, blue irises staring at you with adoration, his lips slightly parted from the way his hands squish his cheeks in the position he is, his white hair messy from all the laughing and trashing around in your couch. you find yourself losing your breath over the sigh of a man in front of you. he's so beautiful "... to be honest i'm not really sure..."

you look away from him, fidgeting with your fingers, "maybe i was scared of what others would say" you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feel less nervous.

"what do you think they would say?" he watching your every move, carefully listening to you.

"i don't know, that you're hanging around me?" you chuckle awkwardly, feeling yourself get embarrassed at how you are so effortlessly opening up to the man in front of you "that maybe i'm not your level to be so close to you"

Satoru's face scrunches and he thinks you just said the most stupid thing in the world, "what the hell? since when do you need to be on my level for me to like you?"

you chuckle "i don't, but that's what i thought" satoru lifts himself and scootches closer to you on the couch, his knees brushing yours as he grabs your hands, the liquid courage speaking for him (not like he needs liquid courage but whatever) "i fucking like you, i don't need you to be super special for me to like you" he's slurring on his words, alcohol filling his system as he stares at you in the eyes.

your eyes slightly widen and your lips slightly part as you realize this might be a confession. you brush it off, mentally telling yourself he's just drunk.

you softly rest your hand on his head, caressing his hair. the white-haired man closes his eyes, and you're sure you can hear a slight purr. you smile fondly. "you're drunk 'toru, let's get you to sleep." you help him walk to your bed and he falls asleep almost instantly, you finish your night by sleeping on the couch and letting him rest.

"And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great together”

you change into your pajamas, going through your night rotine like you always do.

you feel a chill creep up your spine as you walk into the living room to finally get some rest.

"dammit, it's cold" you hug your arms for comfort, walking to the thermostat in your living room to turn the house heating on. you realize you forgot to call the company to fix your heating. groaning you walk back to the couch, "just what i needed in a cold night" you plop down and cover yourself in a thick blanket.

a few hours pass and sleep doesn't come easily to you. you twist and turn in your couch as you try to warm yourself.

"you can't sleep?" a drowsy voice is heard and you slightly jump and look at the living room door. standing there is satoru, in his black shirt and boxers, he rubs at his eyes and yawns.

"no, i'm feeling a little bit cold and my thermostat isn't working", he hums and nods shortly, walking over to you and crouching down. "me too, woke up and realized how cold i was"

his hands hook under your knees and back as he picks you up. "satoru! what are you doing??" he grins, walking to your room and laying you softly on the bed "getting my personal bag of warmth" he lays in bed again, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. you feel the warmth of his body passing to yours and you realize he isn't cold at all.

"you weren't cold were you?"

you hear his breathy chuckle tickling the top of your head and his lips on your forehead.

"nah, i just wanted you next to me"

[nashusglasses]

by convenience

note: Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is a writing exercise! I like writing about silly people!!!!!!!!!! Everyone is really silly here!!!!!!! Drabble requests OK 👌🏼

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. vignette-style. friends pining for friends. gojo asking shoko what size her coochie is. general tomfoolery. SUMMARY. You keep him grounded.

(0.9)

"When we graduate, do you think it'll always be like this?"

The gravel digs up Gojo's ass where you both sit on the sidewalk curb. In the glow of the setting sun, you sip hard on your soda. Cicadas sing a stilted song. "Like what?" He asks.

He watches you shrug. Lately he's noticed a vacancy in your eyes. Like you're looking for something that's right in front of you, but he's too scared to ask you if you're doing okay. You're always stressed.

"I don't want to leave yet," you say simply.

Gojo stretches his legs out. They're too long to bend. He looks at your knees, the rough skin of childhood mishaps. Suddenly, he's reminded that you've lived a long life before meeting each other.

"Don't think about that yet," he mumbles.

You nod, crushing the aluminum in your hand. He wants to sit closer till your shoulders knock, but it's too hot for that. For the rest of night, Gojo will think about how pretty you look in the evening light.

(1)

Ieiri Shoko, in all her astuteness, had a stupid request.

Gojo Satoru, however, was even stupider.

He likes the campus convenience store. The air conditioning blasts high, makes the sweat on his neck more bearable. He decides he’ll grab a packet of popsicles on his way out, then stares forlornly at the problem he faces. 

shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: hey while you’re there, buy me two packs of cigarettes? shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: toss in some pads too. shoko who’s stinky [2:35 PM]: woke up to a blood bath

It’s easy enough of a request. But now that he stares at the rows of different coloured pads and their packaging, he wonders if he should have asked for more clarification.

While he flounders for a way to politely ask Shoko what the fuck it is she’s asking him for (because he's ready to suggest that she just get a hysterectomy, for god's sake), he feels someone come up next to him.

They don’t take too long to pick a pack. It’s the purple ones, the ones that say 5 at the bottom, and Gojo feels the light flicker on in his head. Of course.

gojo [2:37 PM]: I’m here gojo [2:37 PM]: so what size pussy you wear 😁 shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: satoru shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: you need to kill yourself 😁

He cackles. And then the person looks at him, startled by his volume, and Gojo’s about to apologize quickly when instead, he says: 

“Oh.”

"Yeah, oh," you retort. "Don't tell me you just asked Shoko how big her pussy is."

Gojo makes a choked noise. "What do you think of me?"

"Don't lie. And your phone brightness is all the way up." All thoughts of you suddenly becoming a mind reader dissipate from his head. He secretly adjusts the brightness when you bend over to look at other choices of pads. "Shoko was right."

"About?"

Promptly, you spin around and throw the pads at him. He shrieks like it hurts. "You not knowing how to talk to girls."

"I know how to talk to girls," he scoffs. "And why the hell are you here?"

Your eyes harden. "My class just finished. And Shoko had a feeling you were going to do something stupid, so she called me to keep an eye on you."

Leave it to Shoko to send reinforcements. He's almost hurt that her faith in him is that low, but he's not complaining. He'll never complain if it's you.

"My guardian angel," Gojo sighs, stars in his eyes.

You stomp on his foot. He yelps, and cries out in anguish when you force him to buy you iced coffee.

(2)

As you walk back along the sidewalk, you complain about the condensation on the cup making your palm wet.

Gojo thinks about how nice the cold would feel if he held your hand.

(3)

Once you drop off the plastic bag of your goodies at Shoko's dorm, you excuse yourself to shower. Gojo stands at her door, unmoving.

Shoko doesn't look at him. "Yes?"

"I hope you step in something wet with your socks on," Gojo announces.

"Eh?"

"I hope you miss your alarm tomorrow morning. I hope you trip on the leg of your chair and bruise your forehead. I hope your cereal gets soggy and tastes like cardboard."

"Hmph." Shoko opens a pack of cigarettes, reaches for one, then decides against it. She got her ass beat by the residency supervisor the last time it smelled like smoke. "You can go now."

"Can't," Gojo says.

"Why?"

"I'm in love with our best friend, and I don't want her to leave for her graduate program, and you have to do something about it because you're smarter than me," he anguishes.

(3.5)

Shoko tells him she can't do anything about it, and that he should still go ahead with killing himself for egregiously insulting her.

(4)

Gojo's bored. He crumples up the sixth love letter he's gotten today from some underclassman, and flicks it at your forehead while you study.

"Suck your mom," you hiss.

"Pay attention to me."

"No."

"I will literally wither into nothing if you don't look at me right now," Gojo seethes.

You look at him. He feels like he's on top of the world.

(5)

You're drunk. But not too drunk, because Gojo knows you hate throwing up, and you're one of the lucky ones that immediately get tipsy off two shots of hard liquor.

Shoko and Utahime sing a lovely ballad about two lovers reuniting after a bad breakup. They play their parts with passion, standing in front of the TV in this cramped karaoke room, and Gojo's taking a video to post on his story when all of a sudden--

"Oof," you sigh, plopping into his lap. "Sorry. 'm made of jello."

"Oh," Gojo chokes. He stops recording when you wrap your arms around his neck, bring his ear down to your mouth. You smell like lemon and perfume.

"I always thought you'd feel more bony." (Gojo instinctively flexes.) "But you're meaty. Hehe. Meeeeeeaty."

He's scared his nose might start bleeding. He wraps his arms around you to stop the shaking in his hands. "That's creepy," he warbles, but truthfully he just had a thought about you biting him and he short-circuits a little bit.

"I like when you hug me," you say. Gojo feels himself fall even deeper.

(6)

He's sitting with you again on the sidewalk curb. This time, he sits closer, and your shoulders knock when you laugh at his joke, and the infinity of space between you lessens by a fraction.

"You look pretty today," he confesses.

You splutter into your soda. Then you smile, and say, "You're not so bad-looking, either," and his mind rushes with a thousand different ways to beg you not to leave, and the gravel is still hard on his ass. All he does is sit there, listening to those cicadas chirping again, wondering if he'll ever be able to forget the way your mouth closes on that soda can, or how you lean your head on his shoulder in the next second.

He'll wait forever for you, he decides, and rests his head on yours, too.

[sollattes]

HnL boys dates !!

note: the bold dialogues are the boys, and you're the italics

Hanaoka fujio: amusement Park dates

-since fujio is a hyperactive puppy, he is literally gonna ride every attraction in the amusement Park

-gonna eat every amusement Park food with you

-he is so down to wear matching hairbands with you

-might protect you from the haunted house if he doesn't run away

-you literally have to hold his hand firmly so he'll stay by your side and won't run off somewhere, then get lost

"Babe, let's ride that - NO! wait, let's taste that first WAIT!-

"Fujio, calm down"

Tsukasa takajo: cafe hopping dates

-the one who orders 8 shot of expresso in his americano

-can't hide his smile every time you would feed him a piece of your dessert

-secretly taking candid photos of you in every cafe that you go in then sets it as his wallpaper

-let's you ramble your heart out. He likes listening to your voice anyway

-he prefers to sit beside you than to sit in front of you, so this way he can play with your hands easily

"Hey tsu, how do you like your coffee?" "I like it as black as my soul." "I'm gonna get you a French vanilla instead." "wait-"

Todoroki yosuke: library dates

-two of you are like a book club but two people that meets up every Friday to tell the other about the book/s you read the past week, and todo likes that very much

-you would buy a bunch of books for the other and for yourselves then after finishing the books you both bought you would then switch in the meet up

-now, if you're reading but studying or doing an assignment instead, todoroki would love to help you do it

-would let you drag him into any book isles you want

-adores the comfy silence that the both of you have every time the two of you would get too lost in the books you were reading

"The first book is shit ngl." "I agree, but the second book is tolerable, though."

Ueda sachio: painting dates

-since sachio is a sucker for being domestic af, he would love to display proudly the mugs or bowls that you painted around his house

-and if someone asks him about him, he would gladly show it off and boast that his s/o painted it for him

-of course, he too would paint you mugs and bowls, and he would paint it with designs or colour that remind you of him

-his stomach would be full of butterflies every time he would see you use the mugs or bowls that he painted, or he would see you flaunt it to others that he made it for you

-he would imagine domestic mornings with you drinking coffee/tea from the matching mugs you both made for each other(the thought makes him giggly and kick his feet)

"I painted your favourite flowers." "I painted you as a duck chio^^"

Sawamura shoji: baking dates

-flirts with you the whole time but acts like he's doesn't know that he's doing it

-is a sucker for doing clichés with you in the in he kitchen like back-hugging you while mixing something, tying your apron for you, putting up your for you, etc...

-smears frosting on you, then makes out with you with the excuse he's "just cleaning you" up

-his favourite part of the while baking process is when he two of you would be washing the dishes while cake is baking in the oven, like sachio doing something domestic with you makes him fold

-makes bomb ass coffee/tea drinks for the cake

"I like the cake, but I prefer your cake anytime." "excuse me-"

Odajima yuken: shopping dates

-goes to 12 different stores with you and you will not leave without buying something

-YOU.WILL.NEVER.PAY.FOR.ANY.THING. You? paying for something? Over yuken's rich, hot, gorgeous dead body

-will buy you everything you try on or you say that looks good

-if he tries something on or look at something the you say "it looks good on him" or "it'll look good on him" he would definitely buy 10 different versions of that clothing item

-Ice cream after the whole shopping trip is ESS.EN.TIAL.

"Your ass looks too good in that. Don't buy that." "That is a... very confusing comment yu"

Shoji sameoka: late night drives

-already has a playlist for your late night escapes playing in his car

-hums along or sings along to every song in the playlist with you, while his hand would tap the steering wheel to the beat, and the other would be holding your hand

-buys some snacks and let's you feed him while his driving

-admires how beautiful you look while the blind is blowing your hair

-your destination would be the beach. He would just love to lay in the sand with you while the breeze caresses your faces slowly, and the waves would slowly mix into music that would play from his phone

"Why are you looking at me like that, sho?" "Because I would rather admire you than the stars"

Nakagoshi ooki: music shop dates

-serenades you with a guitar, he randomly picked up

-he has like a bunch of songs dedicated to you already, and if you ask, he would play them for you

-he would stop and just listen if he hears singing or humming along to the song that was playing in the shop

-loves it when you would design/draw on his picks

-he would buy all the songs you recommended to him

"My music taste is your face." "ooki, as much as sweet, that is, I really don't get it"

Tsuji: skateboard Park dates

-now, this could go two ways, but let's go with if you don't know how to skate

-would be very protective of you while teaching you, he would never let you go so you wouldn't trip

-but if you do trip while learning and get like scratch, wound, or a bruise from it, he would immediately start acting as if it's the end of world

-and if you just wanna watch to avoid that whole fiasco of tripping, tsuji would show off and do some extra tricks in front of you

-while walking home from the park, the wo of you would make stops and random food trucks you see on the road, and of course you guys would buy some, then continue walking while eating the food you bought

"We are never skateboarding again." "it was just a small scratch tsuji"

Shibaman: arcade dates

-his immediate goal would be to win that giant bear that you can only get via tickets, for you

-fails miserably at the claw machine a million times before admitting defeat

-the both of you ATE THE WHOLE PLACE on that just dance machine

-you lowkey beat his ass at those shooting games, but he did redeem himself in the basketball games

-at the end of day Shiba did not win you that giant Teddy bear but still you got a cute but smaller stuff toy, Shiba swears(on smokey's grave) that he will win you that giant Teddy bear

"I swear on all my ancestors' grave that I will win you that bear, babe." "Shiba its okay-" "NO ITS NOT" "oml-"

Tags: @simpforchuchu

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Happy go-lucky boy! (sometimes not so happy)

pairing: best friend!Seokmin x gn!reader (ft. some of the sebongs)

genre: minor fluff, angst, comedy, best friends to lovers!AU, college!AU, slice of life

warnings: mentions of food, mutual pining, seungkwan our lord and saviour, hoshi is a mf idiot, kissing, jealousy, cursing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (they aren’t actually happening), seokmin is sad :(

word count: ~2.2k

summary: Seokmin is a bright person, full of love, especially for you - but it proves to be a little too overwhelming for him to handle.

Author’s note: Hi Madi @heartkyeom​! This is your @svthub​ secret santa calling <3 I know it’s cliche to write a fic for a Christmas gift, but I really hope this will cater to your tastes (and keep you on your toes for the next part hehe)~ Happy reading and happy holidays my love🤗

“Kwan”, Seokmin nudges his friend’s shoulder with a grin but the latter ignores him. “Seungkwaaaan”, the older male whines again, making Seungkwan roll his eyes in annoyance. 

“BOO SEUNG-”, “Will you shut up?”, he snaps his head towards Seokmin, dramatically putting his phone down on the table. “But you were ignoring me!”, “You were about to tell me about Y/N’s latest instagram post, weren’t you?”, he deadpans and Seokmin is left frozen in his spot. 

“H-How did you know?”, he asks while rubbing his nape and Seungkwan merely shows him the screen of his phone, the post in question clearly visible. “Oh”, “Yes, Seok, you’re not the only one who’s friends with Y/N and follow their profile”, “Ahahah, yes you’re right”, “But you are the only one who has a crush on them and is a complete coward about it-”, “I shouldn’t have bothered you at all”, Seokmin grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Listen, I know you’re very fond of them and literally adore them, but you won’t win anything by sitting here, liking and commenting on their posts or going out with them for coffee or food or whatever while you’re walking next to them with fucking heart eyes”.

Seokmin hates it when Seungkwan gets brutal with his words - but what he hates the most is that Seungkwan is right about everything. 

But how is he supposed to make a move on you when you’re always so confident and a literal ball of sunshine?

His heart does somersaults whenever you post a selfie or a full bodied pic, in the cutest outfits, with bright colors and statement jewelry - if Y2K aesthetic was a person, it would be you.

But it’s not just the bright colors you’re usually sporting -  it’s your smile and radiant eyes that make him melt on the spot, whether he’s looking at you through the screen of his phone or in real life, in flesh and body.

All of his worries are skyrocketing to the max when he spots you at the cafeteria cashier, paying for your milk boba and you turn around, happily waving to him. He feels like he just got showered in ice, frozen in his seat and about to enter a panic attack.

“Dude, calm down, you’ll make it worse if you don’t relax!”, Seungkwan whisper yells at him, “I can’t fucking calm down - oh God, they’re almost here, Kwan, I’ll fucking pass out-”

“Good morning besties!”, you greet the two men with a big smile, “How are you doing on this fine day?”, fine my ass, Seokmin thinks - but a bit louder than he was supposed to. “Seok? What’s wrong?”, you ask him with a worried tone and he looks at you, frozen and eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

His fight-or-flight instincts kick in and he mutters a faint ‘sorry’, bolting out of his seat and away from the table, leaving you and Seungkwan utterly baffled.

“What just…?”, “Don’t mind him, Y/N, he’s just…hella stressed lately”, Seungkwan makes up a kinda believable excuse, hoping you won’t catch up on what is really going on. “I might text him later, I’m worried about him”, you sit down, a pout forming on your lips. “I know you are, I am too”, Seungkwan exhales, “But knowing Seok, he hates making his friends worry about him, even if it’s something serious”.

Even if his friend loves him like he's the most precious person in the universe?, you mutter to yourself, fiddling with the straw of your boba, completely missing the way Seungkwan's eyes widen in shock. You didn't even notice that you said it louder than you thought you did, sighing as you take a sip of your beverage, slouching back in your seat - your mind is still occupied with Seokmin’s bizarre behavior and you pray to whatever higher being exists in the universe that you’re not the reason he acted that way.

“Um, Y/N, I should get going, class starts soon and Soonyoung will probably start wailing if he’s left alone”, Seungkwan clears his throat, “Where are you headed to?”, “Me? Um, I think I’ll go back to the dorms, my classes are over for today”, you reply nonchalantly. “Okay then”, the blond man gets up, “I’ll catch you later then. Oh, and cheer up a bit, everything’s gonna be okay!”, he says before sprinting away to make it in time for his class.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, huh…”, you mutter and leave the cafeteria, clutching the milk tea in your hand as you make your way back to your dorms, the taste of the beverage not feeling as sweet as it was a few moments ago.

Seokmin wants to disappear from the face of Earth after what happened today. 

He feels like the biggest idiotic asshole in the universe and the worst of all? He made you sad AND worried about him.

“Ughhhh you stupid, stupid fucking idiot dumbass!”, he curses in the pillow he grabbed and pushed on his face, practically screaming and kicking his feet (not in the cutesy way), all while his roommates are worriedly watching him behind the half open door of his bedroom.

“Do you think we should step in?”, Mingyu asks with an upset expression. “I would say no, but given the current situation and how he has been acting today, I guess we don’t really have any other choice”, Joshua sighs. 

“Um, I can hear you two”, Seokmin speaks with a defeated tone and his roommates shyly enter the room, awkwardly clearing their throats. “Aw come on, just speak”, he throws the pillow on his side, trying his best to sit up on the bed. “I’ll be honest with you, Seok, this isn't like you at all”, Joshua sits right next to his friend, “Can you at least tell us what’s going on?”. “What’s the point of telling you what’s wrong with me if I can’t solve it on my own?!”, Seokmin protests. “Are you fucking stupid? This is exactly why we’re here!”, Mingyu kneels in front of him. 

“Ew, Kim, kneeling? Really?”, “Shut up, Shua! Anyways, where was I? Oh, right”, the tall man picks up his train of thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that we want you to tell us your troubles, because we’re your friends and we wanna help you”, “As much as I don’t want to admit it, Mingyu is right”, Joshua adds, his hand resting on Seokmin’s shoulder, making the man exhale in defeat.

“Okay fine, you won”, he shrugs, “I’m madly in love with Y/N but I don’t know how to confess to them because I’m a goddamn coward who has fucking heart eyes everytime I see them in person or one of their insta posts or whatever and I managed to make them upset today because I acted like a scaredy cat in front of them AND Seungkwan!”, he blurts out in one go, leaving his friends completely stunned.

“Well shit, dude”, Mingyu breaks the short-lived silence. “That’s all you have to say?!”, Seokmin asks with a baffled expression, “I literally spilled everything that has happened up until this morning!”, “Actually, I do have something to add”, Joshua chimes in, “Please do, I would love to hear your input”, “You’ve royally fucked up everything, Lee Seokmin”.

“Fuck you both”, he grumbles, falling back on the bed with a loud plop. “Hey, come on, buddy, it can’t be that terrible - nobody could ever hold a grudge against you, especially when you’re literally such a happy-go-lucky guy!”, Mingyu pats his back, “Besides, you could always text them back and explain yourself - you’re best friends with Y/N, so I doubt it’ll go that bad”. 

It’s as if a light bulb has lit up above Seokmin’s head and he grabs his phone, opening the chat he has with you, to see the familiar bouncing dots appear on his screen.

Y/N is texting…?, Seokmin notices and lets out a loud yell when he reads your message.

y/n <333: hey seok, sorry if i’m being nosy, but i wanted to check up on you…you seemed very upset earlier :(

“Why the hell are you yelling?!”, Mingyu whines, covering his ears, “Y/N texted me!”, Seokmin yells back in panic and the three men are instantly glued to the screen. “Are you seriously going to leave them on read?”, Joshua glares at his friend. “No, of course not! I’m just trying to think of a good answer”, “Oh my God, he’s so whipped”, “I fucking know, right?”, “Can you two shut the fuck up? Thanks”, Seokmin makes both of his friends stop simultaneously as he tries to type out a decent answer.

seokshine☀: hi y/n, sorry for earlier today :/ 

seokshine☀: i..didn’t want to worry you, just…some personal shit going on

“Well, at least you’re being honest…kinda”, Joshua mutters, which earns him a slap on the head from Mingyu, signaling him to stay quiet and just watch.

y/n <333: oh i see….

y/n <333: do you perhaps wanna talk about it? you know you can talk to me about anything

“Yeah, I fucking wish I could”, Seokmin scoffs, typing out his answer, his fingers calmly clicking on the screen, unlike the rest of his demeanor.

seokshine☀: it’s…kinda sensitive, i don’t feel very comfortable saying more rn :(

seokshine☀: sorry for that

Mingyu frowns as he reads the sent message, soothingly rubbing his friend’s back up and down. 

y/n <333: it’s okay! there’s no need to apologize, i won’t push you to do smth you don’t want to

“Fuck, stop being so nice to me”, Seokmin’s voice cracks, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Seokmin…”, Joshua looks at his friend, leaning closer to him.

y/n <333: um…i’ll go out with soonyoung tonight for ramen, do you wanna join us? it could lift your mood…

Tch….of course, that fucker, Seokmin scoffs, biting his lips out of frustration.

It’s not like he hated Soonyoung, not at all - on the contrary, Soonyoung is one of his closest friends. But the thought of you and him eating together, laughing and perhaps flirting (he knows how flirty Soonyoung can get when he’s in his comfort zone) makes him upset….and jealous.

“Uh oh…”, Mingyu grimaces and Joshua mirrors his expression, fully aware of how well you get along with Soonyoung - it was a very fine line, and one wrong reaction could blow up on Seokmin’s face. Badly.

seokshine☀: nah, i think i’ll stay home today

seokshine☀: don’t wanna be a party pooper today :”)

God, would he be one hell of a party pooper if he actually went.

y/n <333: aw :( 

y/n <333: if you wanna stay home, i’ll respect that

seokshine☀: ty for understanding me :’’)

y/n <333: don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for <3

y/n <333: i will still miss you seok :(

Seokmin laughs dryly, tears now freely spilling from his eyes, staining his cheeks. He drops the phone on his bed, sobbing loudly, feeling lost and helpless. And it was all because he acted like a fool in front of you.

“Oh, buddy…”, Mingyu pouts and brings his friend in a warm hug, Seokmin’s head resting on his chest, as the brown haired man cries nonstop, “It’s okay, let it all out, we’re here now”.

Joshua silently stares at Mingyu, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to ask what they should do to help their friend. But none of them have a good answer.

But maybe someone else does.

boo seungkwan: hey, dumbass

boo seungkwan: HEY

boo seungkwan: STOP LEAVING ME ON READ I KNOW YOU’RE ACTIVE

boo seungkwan: oh come on tiger bitch

tiger king: i’ll ignore the last word but now you have my attention

boo seungkwan: i hope so bcs things are serious this time

tiger king: how serious??

boo seungkwan: we must set up y/n with seok. asap

tiger king: okay i’m down! 

tiger king: why should we do that again?

boo seungkwan: oh my god you’re a fucking idiot

boo seungkwan: they’re in love with each other, you himbo!!

tiger king: and how was I supposed to know that??

boo seungkwan: seriously now? you haven’t noticed?

tiger king: uhhhhhh

tiger king: no? 

boo seungkwan: this is not going to end well…

tiger king: oh come on, kwan, i’m supposed to leave in ten! don’t wanna stand up y/n

boo seungkwan: wait - YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH Y/N??

tiger king: IT’S JUST RAMEN, STOP YELLING AT ME

tiger king: besides, it could be a good chance to get some extra intel yk?

boo seungkwan: wow, look at you putting your brain to good use for once

tiger king: i can put other parts of me to good use as well ;)

boo seungkwan: you’re gross

boo seungkwan: just…try to be discreet and not give away anything, okay?

tiger king: aye aye sir

Seungkwan closes his phone, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, holding the device on his chest.

“I hope they won’t be mad at me”.

[moiraweaver]

Connection | A Moiraweaver slice of life one-shot

Apparently the very first english Moiraweaver fic... rejoice.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52034185

Synopsis:

Niran watched Moira for months in the lab, but never got a chance to actually get close to her and speak.

One afternoon, the older woman decides to invite him for a cold drink.

Moira O’deorain was not a woman of connection, not now or ever. She could be seen as a loner, to say the truth. Most people avoided her anyway, not that she ever minded it. Or at least she tried her best to put up the facade of not caring at all. The scientist could be seen much as a loser, if it weren’t for her intellect and work. Angela Ziegler would be the first to agree that Moira is in fact the biggest loser she has ever met, a loner, an introvert, always in deep thought.

However, for Niran, the doctor was an interesting sight. This slender, nearly 50 year old woman, really captivated him for some reason. Moira spent several days in the lab until it was late at night, it was hard not to notice the effort she put into some things. Despite whatever people talked about her, she kept doing her work. In a way, Niran wondered if they were similar. He never cared about what people said, for the most part. Even when his parents judged him harshly and expected many things out of him, Niran kept on going and didn’t put his head down. The younger scientist wondered if maybe that was how she lived life too, after all he had no shame of himself, his likes, dislikes, morals and whatsoever.

He barely ever spoke to her, though. Moira was silent and seemed not very approachable. For the most part, they exchanged ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ at the end of their shifts. She was much more experienced than him as well and worked in a different field of research, making it a bit hard for Niran to find an excuse to reach out to her. His focus was biology, but as in life and all about it, while Moira heavily focused on pushing the limits of said life and studying death. It was like their interests were opposite, even though they shared a lab.

Angela had different shifts than Niran, she would come in the morning and leave in the afternoon, while he came in the afternoon and left in the evening. Moira was there all day, diligently working in her research, day by day. Some people even said they saw her in the lab on weekends. Niran couldn’t help but wonder if she just didn’t have any social life, friends or other objectives outside of work. He sighed, putting down a pen he was chewing while he let his thoughts go on and on.

It was still the start of the afternoon and the lab was heated, despite the use of an air conditioner. Iraq managed to be even hotter than Thailand, which was a surprise for young Niran when he came to Oasis. He panted, using some papers to wave himself some wind, but it ended up being just hot air.

“Let us take a break,” A raspy, low and deep voice sounded behind him. He jumped a bit, being caught off guard by Moira herself. Niran blinked, she barely ever spoke a word towards him, so why was she now? “I talked to you, did you see a ghost, Pruksamanee?”

“No, no, doctor, absolutely not! It’s just… Nevermind. Are you going to leave the lab?” He asked innocently. Moira was intimidating, even for a confident guy like him. She always had this look to her, a frown, a scowl. Her face softened though with a smile, making him surprised yet again. She never showed him an expression like that.

“I would like to go enjoy a cup of iced coffee, would you like to come with me?” This was his chance to actually talk to her and get to know more about this woman, despite working here for several months now. Niran took a second to answer, not wanting to seem too desperate about accepting the offer then nodded.

“Of course, we barely ever get to talk, it would be lovely if we could just relax a bit,” He noted and Moira made no comment about it, simply turning around and taking off her lab coat. She always had a suit and tie on, most of the time they were dark tones, like black, dark purple, gray. Outside of work, as far as he knew, she also used those, from the pictures Angela showed him in the past. It’s the total opposite of his own aesthetic, which always screams ‘I’m here!’ wherever he went, with pink and bright colors and many accessories. The only accessory Moira carried was a wristwatch.

Niran got up in silence and put away his coat as well, following next to her, who walked with her slender hands in her pant’s pockets. The man coughed into his hand, “You know, I’m always impressed at how well you take care of your nails, doctor O’deorain. I feel as if… If I didn’t work with you all this time, I might doubt you were the kind of person to go for that look.”

Moira raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? A person can have many sides, Pruksamanee. However, you are right, I’m not one to draw attention to myself. I’d rather let my actions and work speak for me, I don’t need fancy clothes or bright accessories. My nails though are the only vanity piece I have on me and I value them.”

Niran chuckled at her answer, it was so very… Moira. 

They only walked a bit more towards a cafe that was inside Oasis’ grounds. It was a small Kofi Aromo with self service. Moira got herself an iced latte as soon as she walked in, being decisive as she was. Meanwhile, Niran stood there staring at the menu and rubbing his chin. “You are not a very decisive one, are you? I would recommend you an iced tea, it sounds like something you enjoy,” The woman assumed, taking a sip of her drink. Niran thought for a second and hummed, taking that order. He wasn’t one to consume things inside Oasis, he didn’t want to spend his whole salary at the place he got it from, but today was an exception.

“Shall we sit here or?” Niran asked with the teacup in his hands. Moira nodded, seeing as there was no one else here at this time, it was busiest around evening and lunch time. The odd couple took a seat at a two seat table, facing each other in silence. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward til Moira spoke up.

“You don’t have to be so frightened, you’re aware, right?” She asked and he widened his brown eyes.

“W-What do you mean? Why would I be?” He laughed nervously, letting his own actions speak for himself.

Moira sighed, “Most people are intimidated by my presence, and you are no different, Niran,” That was the first time she called him by his first name, he noticed, “You can ask me anything or tell me anything. Despite what Angela says, I’m not going to bite you. Unless you liked that, of course,” His superior saying that was… Odd. It didn’t feel bad though, but it felt like an attempt to flirt with him, if he didn’t know any better.

“I guess you are very observant, Miss O’deorain,” He smiled and Moira smirked back, taking a sip off her drink. Niran adjusted himself in his seat, before shooting a question, “Well… I barely know you, despite us working for so long together. Say, what do you even do out of the lab? You are in there for so long, sometimes I wonder if you even do anything else, no offense,” He chuckled.

Moira shook her head, “None taken. I… Do not really have much to look towards besides work. And I don’t think there is any shame in that. I pride myself in what I do and I do it well. I think that’s what matters in the end,” She didn’t take her multicolored eyes off him while speaking, “But I do enjoy a good reading, coffee, and… Dogs, I have two of them.”

Niran was surprised, loving nature and animals himself, he didn’t expect Moira of all people to be fond of any kind of animal. “That’s fantastic! Are they cute? What kind of breed are they?” He asked, not being able to hide his excitement. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but being able to speak to her like this, like two normal adults, was good. 

“They’re two dobermanns, a very noble kind of dog, but they are very cute, despite what people paint of them in the media and whatnot. I suppose I can relate to their struggle,” She chuckled as she took another sip and Niran blinked, realizing what she meant. “I would guess you know about me and Angela?”

“You and Angela? She… isn’t fond of you, that I know very well,” He laughed, but then noticed Moira’s face didn’t change from a low, dark expression and his smile fell, “Did something happen between the two of you?”

“We used to be married, not anymore though, it’s been around 3 years since we have divorced.” Moira sighed, “I was not exactly the best of partners, however Angela has become… unprofessional to say the least. She did paint quite a ugly picture of me to you, didn’t she?” Niran nodded, “I don’t blame her, but at the same time I can’t accept the fact some people might look down at my work due to my personal choices or life. What happened between us was… between us, not between me and you. We can speak normally and that has no concern to Angela, I have moved on and she should as well, but I understand it’s different for every person.”

Niran coughed into his hand, looking away from her, “And what happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Moira frowned and sighed, “We didn’t work out, our ideals were not the same and I… Pushed her away, heavily. So she decided to give up and leave. Despite what people may think, I’m not made of stone, or a non-human being, or whatever people paint of me. I’m a person with feelings and issues, just as you are, just as Angela is. However, I don’t blame her for not putting up with it, of course,” She noted.

Niran got the message, even though she kept it ambiguous. From what he knew of this woman, she was very distant. So he could only imagine that she wasn’t very good with feelings. “I see… Well, it’s ok, I get how you feel. Well I never married, of course, but I had my fair share of partners in life and breakups and… yeah, it sucks. But we go on, that’s what matters, doctor.”

The older woman nodded, taking a last sip of her drink, “You see Niran, that is something I have a deep curiosity about since it all happened… How far can a human heal when it comes to their feelings? And how far can you alter a brain, just so it forgets the pain? I wonder… Why did human beings evolve to have such weak minded feelings that last over months and years, that get in the way of work, new relationships, life. I mean, some people even… die over love. Isn’t it the most fascinating thing, besides the concept of death itself, of course.”

The younger man frowned a bit at her rant, “Uh… yeah. Well, maybe you just didn’t find the right person who’s patient for you, is all. I think patience and understanding is key to any relationship,” He smiled.

“Say… You have asked something about me, Mister Pruksamanee, so I suppose I deserve to know whatever I like about you as well. So let me know this… What about your parents and your past? You seem to speak of them not very well, whenever you bring them up you have quite the frown. What happened?” She wondered and Niran was surprised she ever noticed anything about him, assuming that he was the only one observing her from afar.

“It’s complicated. As much as I like the work I do here, my parents are extremely… I don’t know, they push me to my limits, ever since I was a kid,” He explained, recalling memories from his childhood, “I used to take ballet as a kid, for example, and they really aimed me to be the best when I just kinda wanted to have fun, ‘cause I mean I was a kid! When I didn’t ace my recital, they pulled me from it and I never danced ballet again. All because my presentation wasn’t perfect.”

“I believe having standards is good to learn since you are young, however exaggerating like that is… Ridiculous, to say the least,” Moira pointed out.

“I know, right? And… Well, to this day, despite me being well over my 20s, they still control me and I… Sometimes I just kinda wanna get away from this life, you know? From the lab? I like this and I like studying nature and animals and plants, but I don’t like that it feels as if I’m not only doing it for me, do you get what I’m saying?” He sighed. Niran realized a weight was lifted off his shoulder, admitting that. As much as Angela was a friend, he was never that open to her, so suddenly opening up like this to the woman who barely ever talked to him was extremely ironic.

Moira nodded, “You must seek your life’s main goal. You shouldn’t live by their words or wants, if you would like to leave the laboratory and go do whatever you enjoy, chase a career in ballet or whatsoever, I completely agree with your decision. I’m currently doing what I love most in life, you should not waste years inside a lab to stop that cycle, otherwise you’d be a fool,” She noted. 

Niran smirked, “You know… Maybe I need advice from you more often, doctor,” She smiled back, “It’s pleasing to be here, I didn’t think I needed to talk about that, I guess I need a therapist, God.”

The older woman got up in silence and dusted off her clothes, “I told you, I don’t bite. However,” She suddenly leaned in on the table, towards him, “I’d like to speak to you more closely if you so enjoy, Niran. But I would also enjoy it if you quit, if that’s truly the way you feel. So the next time we meet, it would be nice if it wasn’t inside Oasis or the lab, uhm?” Moira asked in a low voice, making Niran’s heart jump in excitement at the sudden approach.

“I… Am not very sure I get what you are trying to do here doctor, but I won’t say I dislike it,” He laughed and then nodded, “I will see you then.”

Moira hummed and slightly pushed him back in his seat with a hand to his chest, walking away with a ‘click clack’ of her pointy shoes. Niran was left on the table by himself, thinking about the odd scientist yet again and how they had made a connection today.

[nophunleague]

stare decisis: chapter two - amarum

amarum: latin for bitter

masterlist

wc: 1,033

rafael barba x original female character

“Carmen, can you get me the witness statements for-” Quinn starts to ask as she rushes into her office with cup of iced coffee in hand. 

“The photographer case? What we have of the DD-5s from the detectives are on your desk. Mr. Barba is at the precinct now,” she explains. 

“Remind me to thank him for the invite,” she huffs rhetorically as she enters her office. She shuts the door behind her and throws her work bag on the arm chair that sits right inside the door. Two months she’s been in Manhattan and she’s still getting the cold shoulder from the squad and her supposed co-counsel. She dials his cell from her office phone while she glances over the reports from the detectives. He picks up a few rings in. 

“Barba.”

“You’re not seriously thinking about filing charges are you?” she asks and can almost hear his eyes rolling through the phone. Her right hand rests on the desk with a pink gel pen in it on a blank legal pad, willing and ready to take notes.

“I thought you would think better of me,” he smirks and mouths her name to Olivia. 

“I don’t and that’s how I know you’re still helping the squad cook up some convoluted plan to get this guy,” the smirk is wiped right off his face, it was like she had read his mind. 

“They either do it with legal counsel observing or the start violating constitutional rights with reckless disregard,” he lowers his voice as he walks into the breakroom of the precinct.

“Or you’re there and they violate someone’s rights and then you’re also named in the lawsuit. I don’t think the city’s malpractice insurance covers rights violations,” she huffs.

“I appreciate your concern but I’m doing this,” he grunts and hangs up the phone. She sighs angrily. She’s been co-counsel to Barba for three months and they’ve been at each other’s throats constantly. This time she’s actually looking out for him and he’s continuing to brush her off. 

She works the rest of the day quietly, Barba is in and out of his office, leaving her out of the game all day. 

***

Quinn’s boring and quiet day came to an end later that night while she sat on her couch watching trashy reality television. At a pivotal point in the episode her phone rings next to her, she picks it up with her eyes still glued to the TV. 

“Mac, you won’t believe what happened today,” she says without a second thought. As she’s about to continue speaking she’s interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Miss Brady, it’s Sonny Carisi. Sorry to call you so late,” she sits up straighter from her slouched couch position. 

“Oh Carisi, what’s up? Barba off playing poker with the Governor?”

“Actually ma’am, he doesn’t know I’m calling you. But I think you should come down to the precinct. Fin arrested the perp tonight while UC.”

“He did what?” she all but shouts into the phone, she can feel Carisi’s painful cringe through the device. “I’ll be right there,” she seethes as she stands up from her spot on the couch. 

The ride to the precinct is short and grueling. Only because Quinn attempts avoids any human interaction as a way to spare them from her anger. Steam is essentially blowing out of her ears as she enters the squad room and sets her sights on her co counsel. Her gaze almost as fiery as the color of her hair. Olivia Benson watches as he almost shrinks into the waist code he’s wearing. 

“Are you fucking serious?” she seethes in front of the whole squad, not bothering to excuse herself and Rafael from the group. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, looking her casually clothed self up and down. She’s donned in loose fitting blue jeans and an oversized white button up; like she just walked off the set of a nineties movie. 

“I just had a feeling you were going to let them do something unbelievably stupid. And look, I was right,” Sonny takes note of her lack of disclosure as the the actual reason she showed up, he likes to think it was to spare him rather than to make her look good. “I told you to specifically not to do this and here we are.”

“No offense counselor, but you’re not his boss, nor are you ours,” Olivia speaks up removing her reading glasses to make eye contact.

“You’re right, but when we’re all named in the lawsuit for constitutional rights violations; it has consequences, career consequences,” her eyes narrow at every team member. Barba’s smirk is stamped on his face before he even speaks.

“Sounds like you have experience counselor.”

“I was a federal attorney after 9/11, yeah I’ve heard about constitutional rights violations,” she says straight faced. “What do you plan on doing now that you’ve arrested a man with no evidence of wrongdoing?”

“Do what we do best: investigate,” Amaro shrugs his shoulders. She rolls her eyes at him then looks to Barba again.

“We need to talk. Now,” she leads them to the secluded locker room. As soon as the door shuts she’s laying into him again. “How can you not see how bad this is? How did you let them violate him with no evidence? What were you thinking?”

“Okay, I know this is bad, but there’s some compelling information. Fin arrested him in a sterile torture chamber that had been soundproof. The things he said he wanted to do on those message boards are downright awful. And I was thinking that the kids he’ll hurt in the future need to be saved,” he calmly explains while holding her green eyes captive with his. Her breath hitches in her throat before she’s able to blink free. 

“While that is noble of you, it is not legal. And we’re supposed to be co counsel and you left me in the dark. Now we’re both in this mess and the DA is going to be pissed. We can’t keep going on like this, you have to loop me in.” She grunts then removes herself from the room with a huff.

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Sidelines: More Than a Headache

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It’s time to get up. You know it’s time to get up but your head is pounding. You’re supposed to do this charity thing with Steve later but god you feel like shit. Steve is still asleep next to you, your alarm buzzing softly as he snores. He’d had a late flight home last night after a late game, you were happy to see him still asleep though. You sit up slowly and your vision swims. You don’t know how long you sit there, long enough for Steve to wake up.

“Mornin’ Sweetheart.” Steve says softly and you can’t help the groan that falls past your lips. Despite being together for almost three years now you don’t think he’s ever seen an actual migraine from you before.

“Morning.” You murmur back and he laughs gently before getting out of bed. Goose follows Steve as you sit on the side of the bed and focus on not throwing up.

“I’ll get the coffee going.”

“No.” You whimper and he laughs again heading out of your room. It takes every ounce of your self control not to lay back down,

“Go get her Goose.” You hear Steve say and your dog comes bounding back into the room but she halts before she collides with you. Instead she seems to know that something is off and stares at you while wagging her tail lowly.

“Hi Goose. Good girl.” You whisper and she wags her tail.

“Sweetheart? Coffee?” Steve calls and you wince, you attempt to stand up and make your way to the bathroom but you feel so dizzy that you immediately sink back down. Goose whines then heads back out of the room and you stand again gripping the nightstand. You move slowly toward the wall, vision swimming when Steve comes into the doorway. “Sweetheart?”

“Shh.” You breathe you focus on walking but sway with every step and when you’re halfway to the bathroom you stumble. Steve’s arms are around you faster than you can right yourself.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers and you hum softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Migraine.” You whisper and he scoops you up off of your feet then carries you back to bed. Steve does his best not to jostle you as he sets you down on the bed,

“What can I do?”

“Ice pack, water, pain killers.” You whisper and he kisses the palm of your hand before leaving the room. You close your eyes and wait for him to come back, he’s so quiet that you don’t hear him enter the room. He puts the ice pack in your hand and you put it on the base of your head, then the painkillers are set in your hand and a straw brought to your lips.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“What for?” He whispers back crouching down to be level with you.

“Charity event tonight.”

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. If you’re sick you’re my priority okay? Don’t worry about it. Thor is going, I think he’s gonna try and convince Moxie to be his date, Bucky and Sarah will be there. It’s nothing. What can I do?”

“Just, stay with me?”

“Okay. Let me let Goose out and run her a bit then I’ll be back okay?”

“Okay.” You hear him leave the room, his feet are soft but the floor creaks under him and Goose’s toenails click. The alarm chimes with the open door then you close your eyes.

You can hear them playing in the backyard, Goose’s sharp barks make you wince but there’s not much you can do about it. She’s just so excited to be playing with Steve so early in the morning.

You’re glad he’s not upset about missing the charity event. You don’t know what excuse he gave everyone else but if they find out it’s because of you that he didn’t show up you’re going to catch so much shit from his fans. Especially ones that have paid to meet him at this charity event, oh god they’re going to be so mad if they find out you’re the reason why.

When Steve comes back into the house the door chimes again, he creeps into your room and you hear him removing clothing, then he slides into bed with you. Even though he’s careful not to jostle the bed too much you still wince from the movement.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart.” He whispers moving flush against your back, one of his arms curls around your waist and you intertwine your fingers with his before falling asleep. When you wake up again your headache is mostly gone. It’s more a lingering ache than a pounding throbbing, and you want him to go to the event. Even if he is a little late and goes alone.

“I want you to go to the event.”

“What?”

“I want you to go. I’ll be fine here.”

“Cat you couldn’t even walk earlier.” He argues softly, still matching your volume.

“If I can show you I can get around will you go?”

“Why do you want me to leave you so badly? I thought I did a good job staying quiet.”

“I don’t want your fans to hate me. I get so much shit from them already, it’s just a headache. Honestly I could go.”

“I think that’s a bad idea.”

“I won’t be blamed for this.” You argue sitting up and swinging your feet over the side of the bed, “besides, if I take some more painkillers I can come.”

“Sweetheart you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not.” You’re a little unsteady on your legs and Steve is out of bed after you in an instant. “I’m fine. We need to hurry or we’re going to be late.” You tell him moving to the bathroom. You grab a shower cap and turn the shower on but before you can peel off your pajama shirt and get in Steve has you pinned between him and the sink.

“What’s goin’ on Sweetheart?”

“I don’t want your fans to hate me.”

“They don’t.”

“Peggy made sure that I know that plenty of them do.”

“She’s still giving you shit?”

“Are you really surprised?” You ask with a sigh and he frowns.

“You don’t even work together anymore.”

“She sends me stuff online, I’ve blocked her on social media but she sends me emails at work. I block one email account and she makes a new one.”

“How do you know it’s her?”

“She usually makes some sort of snide comment about how you were better with her or some shit like that.”

“Let’s get a restraining order.”

“I can’t. She hasn’t threatened me.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a public figure. The rules are a little different.”

“Yea, I think that’d be nice.” You admit and he kisses you softly, “but we’re still going to this charity event.”

“Cat.”

“I will go alone.” You warn him and Steve sighs,

“Okay we can go on one condition.”

“What?”

“When I say it’s time to go we go. No arguments.” You know that you’re not going to be changing his mind on this one so you sigh and nod.

You shower together quickly then head to the charity event. Steve isn’t pleased about it, but you’re going to be fine.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Moxie asks when you sit down at the table next to her. She looks stunning in a cream colored ball gown with flowers embroidered all over the fitted bodice.

“You look beautiful.”

“Astrid picked,”

“Yea, like a princess.” You tell her and Moxie rolls her eyes at you.

“I repeat, what are you doing here?”

“It was just a headache, Steve got over protective I’m totally fine.”

“A migraine isn’t nothing.” She counters and when you go to reach for your wine she plucks it from your hand. “That is a bad idea.” She swaps your drink for water.

“Great, now people are going to think I’m pregnant.” You mumble and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“You’re not right?”

“No! We’re not planning on kids until he’s almost done playing football.”

“And there’s no way?”

“No Moxie.” She eyes you hesitantly but you’re positive you’re not pregnant, you just got done with your period. “But now, if anyone saw that, they’re going to assume I am.”

“Sorry, just one glass then? You need to stay hydrated or that migraine will be back with a vengeance tomorrow.”

“I told Steve about Peggy.”

“Good. How did he take it?”

“I think he’s unhappy that I took so long to tell him but he’s going to look into a restraining order.”

“Good!” Moxie has always been one of your best friends and it’s so nice to have her here with you. “You look great.” You glance down at the pale blue dress, with an off the shoulder top and several layers of tulle. You love how it fits and how you feel in it. You see Thor and Steve at the bar chatting and when they look over at you and Moxie you give Steve an amused look, he grins back at you.

“Thank you. I think our boys are up to something.” Moxie follows your gaze and sighs.

“Oh they’re absolutely up to something. Sif found out about me.”

“What! What happened?”

“It’s a long story, she’s not thrilled is the short story.”

“Of course not. I think she always thought that she’d have her claws in him. We should have a girls night soon.”

“Please, I have so much to tell you.” Steve and Thor join you then and Steve takes you to your table.

It’s a pleasant night. The people that have won the bids to sit at your table are nice. They’re friendly and you enjoy the night with them, you’re glad that you came because you would’ve felt horrible with them paying so much money to meet Steve.

You get home and your headache is starting to rear it’s ugly head again, Steve brings you back to the master bath and starts the bath.

“You are going to get in this bath, I’m going to feed and let out Goose then I’m going to come and join you.”

“I love you.” You tell him and Steve laughs,

“I love you too. Now, I want this place to smell like a lavender field when I get back. Deal?”

“Yes bossy.” You sass him and he laughs before pulling you gently toward him with a hand around the back of your neck.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that your head is hurting you again. I’ll be back soon.” He kisses you softly then slips out of the bathroom.

God you love him.

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you typed away on your laptop as you waited for your girlfriend - Enid - to finish up her shift at the campus cafe. no matter how late it was, you always stayed with her until close so you could head home with her and make sure she’s safe.

plus, it gave Enid the excuse to give you the rest of the treats that were supposed to be thrown out at the end of every day.

you sipped on your iced coffee, lightly nodding your head to the repetitive pop music that played over the speakers.

“i’m almost done, love.” Enid called out to you. you looked up from your laptop, “don’t rush because of me. i’m fine here.”

she smiled at you and blew a kiss towards you. you blew one back and giggled. “actually… baby come behind the counter. i wanna show you something.”

you stood up from the table and walked behind the counter and stood next to Enid. she pointed to the screen in front of her, “your favorite drink is finally coming back. we’re getting the ingredients in tomorrow.”

a gasp left your lips, “finally!” you cried out. “i will never understand why you took it off the menu in the first place. but thank god.” Enid laughed and turned off the screen. “i’ll make you one first thing.”

“you are the best girlfriend ever. do you know that?” Enid smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist, “of course i do.” she tilted her head up and connected your lips.

you kissed her back instantly. in one swift movement, she pushed you against the counter, and lifted your thighs so you sat on top of it. Enid fit herself between your legs, bringing her hand down to lightly rub you through the material if your pants.

another gasp escaped from your lips at the sudden pleasure. “mhm, Enid.” you pulled away, breathing heavily. “we’re still at the cafe, Enid.”

“so?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing. her fingers started to work on the buttons and zipper on your jeans. you breathed in deeply, watching her tear off your pants and underwear. “need to taste you. couldn’t wait until we got home.” she mumbled before diving right into you.

a loud moan left your lips when her tongue flicked your clit. she took it between her lips, sucking harshly on it. your hands gripped the counter forcefully as your hips grounded into her mouth.

Enid’s hands gripped your thighs and spread them farther apart. she licked up one stripe and then inserted her tongue into your wet hole. your jaw dropped as a scream left your lips. her fingers messily rubbed at your puffy clit, reveling in the way you were letting out constant moans.

her lips went back to your clit, and her tongue was replaced with her fingers. she repeatedly thrusted them inside you while she sucked on your clit as if you were her last meal. she was relentless with you.

“Enid,” you moaned out. one of your hands reached in front of you, tangling your fingers into her hair. you tugged at the strands, making her moan inside of you. the vibration sent waves through your body, and you screamed out once more.

“close…” you whimpered out, continuing to grind your hips into her lips. she thrusted her fingers faster than before while her lips closed around your clit.

your legs started to shake as your orgasm hit you. white heat pulsed through your veins as you moaned out loudly, your moans filling the entire building.

Enid slowly thrusted her fingers to ride out your orgasm. she pulled them out and leaned up, sloppily connecting your lips. your lips were desperate against yours, still wanting more of her.

“you know you have to clean this mess up again, right?” you laughed breathlessly against her lips. Enid laughed along, resting her head on your shoulder. “yeah, but at least it’s your mess. i can do that to you a million times on this counter and not get tired.”

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Chapter 7! We get to meet Josie, but, more importantly, we get to meet Renfield. Cat Incoming!

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I nearly slip and fall in the mud on my way out of the graveyard, stopping just long enough to let a part-timer know I was heading out for a bit before sprinting through the gate, past the apartment block and into downtown to Mean Mug. 

She's sat with two coffees at our table, the one we'd spent so long talking and laughing and staring into each other's eyes. But today is just one more failure in a pattern of [not being on time.] I don't know how it happens. I swear I try, but any time we make plans, I forget, or I get distracted, and I show up late.

I'm not going to pretend I'm the only wronged party here. Josie was the one who pulled the plug on our relationship, and I'm trying not to blame her for it. But I also see the way she purses her lips and checks her phone -- that hint of frustration she tries to subdue until it festers into bitterness -- and it sparks an old frustration in me that I have to fight back.

I swallow it. We're being civil today. I swallow my anger and waltz in with a smile. "What do you know, Jo?"

"Hey, Kaz." She looks at me with an uncertain smile that fades quickly.

"What's up?"

"Um..." She gestures vaguely, and sighs in that specific way that tells me I've missed something important.

I bite back the urge to snap. What is it this time? Look. I'm air headed. My skills lay in organizing other people's schedules, landscaping a historical site, and having big muscles. It took a while to figure out how to read her unspoken messages and the intricacies of every roll of her beautiful brown eyes, but I had yet to turn into a mind-reader.

[“Where’s the box?”]

Shit. God Jesus damn it shit. In my rush to get over here, I'd completely forgotten our whole reason for meeting. "Look, Josie, I..." I groan. There's no good excuse, but I try anyway. "It's been... you know, a real long day, and I completely forgot."

"I bet." She nods. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I should have written it down, but there was the tree trimming to schedule, and Mr. Ngo's wife was sick--"

"Oh no. Is Phan okay?"

"She's doing better, but he's taking a few days off to look at her."

"Okay, yeah. Keep going."

"So I had to give an interview for the ghost hunters--"

"The what?"

Shit.

I had also, incidentally, been briefed on the NDA Mr. Ngo had signed to let the Archivists work in relative anonymity here. [maybe? hm.]

I groan, but make myself answer her. "There's some guys here looking into a bunch of local legends. They're going to take a few ghost tours, and they spent the day going around the graveyard with a tour guide to see the historically significant graves, and..."

"And...?" Her eyes shine.

"And they're spending a few nights ghost hunting in the graveyard, and I have to supervise."

"And...?"

"And...that includes tonight?"

"And...?" She looks me dead in the eye.

This time, I know what she means. "And it's the Haunted Archivists."

I wince as she shrieks, a hand over her mouth. "I knew it! I knew it. Oh my god, I'm so jealous." She hesitates, and I know she's trying to decide whether or not to ask me for a big, important favor.

"Absolutely not," I say, before she has a chance. "Mr. Ngo trusts me to handle things while he's away, and I'm not going to let someone into the graveyard at night!" Not to mention, I was still on thin ice with the archivists.

"You don't have to. Just leave the gate open just a smidge."

"No." She pouts, batting her eyes at me.

"Can I--"

I make a point of slurping loudly.

Josie groans, but accepts her fate.

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Sunset falls on the graveyard, old trees and headstones casting strangely shaped shadows across the grass. I haven't had a chance to touch up that one portion, and wince. I take pride in my work, and this looks sloppy, half-finished. Still, nobody else seems to care. More than anything, they just grumble as I usher them out and lock the gate.

"Sorry, guys. You can visit again tomorrow."

There's some closing work to do -- sweeping the front of the office space, collecting any trash left over. It's nearing nine when I'm done, which means the Haunted Archivists are on their way for call time.

[transition, tbh could take out.]

A brief history of the Ouija board. [fill in with the ouija board history.]

And now, thanks to Hasbro and Hollywood's combined efforts, I'm sitting in a graveyard at the end of my latest double shift, loaded up on caffeine, watching a bunch of people figure out the best lighting by which to contact the dead.

"Do you guys need me for anything, or...?" I gesture helplessly. I feel useless standing around, but no visitors are allowed to be unsupervised at night, even if they do have filming permits.

"Um...No? Not really, sorry." Lourdes shrugs, but I don't think she's sorry.

"How long do you guys think you'll be setting up for? There's a patch of grass over there that I didn't get to mow this week, and I don't want to let it get much taller."

"You mow the grass at night?"

"Sure. I mean -- usually I do it at four or five in the morning, but I can make do."

[They say no, and instead she goes to tend to some of the flowers around the headstones, straightening them and brushing off debris.]

She doesn't text back right away. Weird, but not unheard of. I leave it be, and turn on the lawnmower and take care of what I can before Maddie lets me know it's time to start filming. I guess I'm making too much noise for the sound tech, so instead I follow Maddie back to the circle of light where the rest of the Archivists are finding their places.

I stop just short of the light as my phone rings, and pull it out to check if Mr. Ngo needs anything. But it's only Josie. Of course. I groan, and reject the call, instead sending a text to let her know I have to turn my phone on silent when cameras are rolling.

Mick and Lourdes (who i s2g need better names) sit on the ground on either side of their ouija board

and as theyre filming, another call this one with the emergency ringtonew.  "Josie, I told you, I'm busy with a film crew tonight." I'm half expecting her to tell me she's outside one of the gates and to pretty please let her in.

Instead, she's in tears. I can barely make out what she's saying, and I have to try a couple times to get her to calm down enough to speak in words.

I mouth an apology to the team and step away to continue the call. "Josie, it's okay. I'm here. Just tell me what's wrong."

"It's -- It's Renfield," she manages to cry out. "He's gone."

"What?"

My heart drops. Josie's ancient rescue cat, a fluffy black beast named Renfield. [something]

"What happened? Did you see where he went?"

"No -- I left the door open too long after bringing my box in, and he must have just..." She dissolved into tears once more.

"Okay, Josie, I'll help look for him. I promise. I can't... go too far right now, but I'll look around the apartment block, okay?"

"Okay."

I excuse myself to go look around the block closest to the graveyard, glancing back every now and then to ensure the lights and film crew hadn't gone too far. It wasn't going to be easy to find a black cat in the middle of the night, but I hoped sweeping my phone's flashlight around would be enough to catch his eyes reflecting in the shadows. But after a half hour of no luck, I feel obligated to return to the graveyard and check in on the film crew.

I'm just past the east gate when a shadow bolts past me. It's as tall as my shins, trailing a familiar smell of fur and tuna, and I take off after it without a thought.

Renfield's got his ears flat against his head, fur bristled so he looks twice as big as usual, but he's moving faster than I'd ever seen him go. I chase him across the green, twisting and turning through headstones, and part of me realizes that if it wasn't for my ex-girlfriend's ancient cat moving at super-feline speed, this would have been a fantastic workout.

"Come on, Renfield! Stop running!"

He doesn't listen. Instead, he bolts to the side, taking off towards the sphere of light where the Haunted Archivists have their ouija board set up. Lourdes and Mick sit on either side, hands on the planchette, but they're all watching with horror as Renfield nears the set.

"Catch him! Someone catch him!" I yell.

One of the gaffers makes a brave effort, but Renfield evades his grasp. He leaps between the two hosts, knocking the ouija board to the side and sending the planchette flying before disappearing into the dark.

"Sorry!" I yell, leaping after him, and finally tracking him to a large grave towards the back corner of the graveyard in the corner I hadn't managed to mow the other day. The grass is taller here, the headstones more faded and weathered.

He's snarling and hissing. It's more active than Renfield has been in years, and I hesitate, glancing around to make sure that nobody else is close enough to scare him. I flinch, catching sight of a shadowy figure over my shoulder, but it's nobody. Just a tree in the dark. I breathe out slowly, and bend down. "Renfield, it's me. Hi baby boy." He presses himself up against the wall, eyes bright and wild. "Come on, little boy, it's okay. It's me. Wanna smell?"

He hisses as my hand gets closer, but I must get close enough for Renfield to catch a whiff. He looks around, eyes fixated on a point over my shoulder, and refuses to move.

"What is it? Come on, it's just me." I look back anyway, but there's nothing there but the shadowy tree once more, naked branches casting strange shadows over the headstone. I recognize it as the place I'd first met Lucy, but it seems she decided against coming tonight. I force myself to ignore the disappointment, and tell myself I'm relieved instead. The last thing I needed was a troublemaker on top of everything else.

"There's nobody there, Renfield. Come on, it's okay. Come on."

Renfield's ears swivel towards me, and finally, he tears his eyes away from the tree and darts forward into my lap.

"There we go, good boy. Baby boy, you're okay." I hold him close, running a hand through his fur. "I've got him!" I shout over my shoulder, and the film crew's relieved cries echo over the graveyard.

He's too old to vocalize properly, but I recognize his snuffling and wheezing as his version of pleading meows. Poor thing hadn't been outside since he turned twelve a few years ago. He must be terrified.

I pause, looking to the side one last time. The tree remains a tree with the same heavy shadows as always.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." I press a kiss to the top of his head, and shift my weight, holding him with one arm to fish out my phone.

Josie picks up on the first ring. "Kaz?"

"I got him. He was in the graveyard."

"Oh thank god!" She starts crying all over again, but I hear the relief in her voice. "Is he okay?"

"A little scared, but nothing a good cuddle won't solve. Right, little man?" I hold the phone up to Renfield's face. He sniffs it, and wheezes his old, squeaky meow. "That's right, Renfield. We're taking you back to your mom."

Actually, hold that thought. 

I glance over to the Haunted Archivists. Maddie held the ouija board awkwardly, but all eyes were on me.

Screw it. They hated me enough as it was.

I hold the phone up to my ear again, and say, "Josie, do you wanna come meet me down at the graveyard?"

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I'm fine- Athena & Simon

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Recovery date: August 10th, 2020

Description: Athena and Simon meet up at a cafe, and Simon notices she's not looking too well.

Notes: Content warning for minor medical emergency. Recovered in conjunction with Erin from research lab Ao3, we thank them for their contributions.

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“It’s so great to see you again!” Happy.

“You what?” Annoyance.

“Why am I even talking to you?” Anger.

“What can I get for you today?”Indifr-

Athena was pulled from her thoughts by the chair in front of her moving. Simon placed two cups of coffee down as he took his seat, and Athena immediately reached for her’s. It was an almost beige color, a testament to how much cream and sugar it contained. Just the way she liked it. Simon’s, on the other hand, was still black. He’d probably only added one sugar, and it was still a big maybe.

“You get any paler and people will start thinking you’re a ghost,” he said. Worry. He’s worried, but it’s alright.

“I’m fine Simon. I promise, after this case, I’ll take a day or two off to rest. But I’m so close to finishing this, I won’t back down.”

“Athena,” he said. He only ever called her by her first name when she was in trouble, or he was seriously worried. “Have you been eating right?”More worry, do I really look that bad?

“Of course! Do I really look that bad?” She smiled, taking a sip from her coffee.

“Can we get some ice?” Widget piped up.

“Widget! Shh.” Athena hissed, clamping her hands around widget. Simon raised an eyebrow.

“Are you feeling warm?” He put a hand to her forehead. “Maybe we should head out. I will take you home.”

Athena yawned. “Alright, I-I’m feeling a little tired anyways. But I have to be at the crime scene later, Ema wants to show me something.”

Athena stood up, only to stumble forwards a bit and caught herself on the table. She stared down at her feet, and watched the world spin. Simon’s voice was muffled, but she could hear him asking if she was alright. I’m fine.

“I’m-”

“Dizzy!” Widget finished, causing her to scowl.

“Shut up!” She snapped, ripping widget from her neck and slamming it on the table. This caused other patrons to stare.

“Cykes-dono, calm down. What’s wrong?” Simon asked, placing a hand on her back. He noticed her arms were shaking, she was shaking. “Athena, sit back down,” he said, helping her into her chair. “Excuse me, can I get a glass of ice water and a muffin?”

“Simon I’m-”

“No. Your not, and if you don’t sit down and eat before I take you to a doctor-”

“I don’t need a doctor.”

“Yes, you do. I’ll take you to the ER,” he finished. He looked down at Widget, still clutched in her hand. “Give it here.” She handed him widget, and he looked it over before putting it on. She giggled at the clashing look. “And the glove.”

A waitress brought over the water and muffin, and Simon paid. After she left, he loosened the glove, and put it on. It was a tight fit, but it would work for what he wanted. Athena took a gulp of water, and started chewing on some of the ice cubes.

“Widget, open the mood matrix please.”

“Simon, I’m fine. I’ll go to the doctors, I promise.” He doesn’t need to know.

While Widget opened, Simon spoke, “Then will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I said, I’m fine.” She took another gulp of ice cubes, and frowned when she realized she was out.

Meanwhile, the mood matrix finished loading. As she spoke it flashed blue and yellow, as if she didn’t completely believe what she was saying. Looking up at her, he could tell she knew what he was thinking.

“Well… I’ve been feeling a little dizzy lately, and my chest hurts a bit, but I haven’t been feeling overly sick.” He glared at her.

“Why haven’t you seen a doctor?” Widget asked, and Simon redirected his glare to the device.

“Damn this thing is annoying. But it’s right. Why haven’t you seen a doctor?”

“Well… I was busy with work, and it wasn’t too bad until recently. I just thought I was lacking sleep.” She looked down, and took a bite of her muffin. “So, you’re not gonna let me see Ema this afternoon, are you?”

“That depends on what the doctor has to say.”

[jillianllcyd]

is that jillian lloyd i see at that garage sale over there ? it’s rare to see the twenty five year old outside of presents of the past . if you ask me , they remind me a lot of fresh snow , oversized bubblegum bubbles , the burn of alcohol , and brand new shoes ... but that could just be because she’s been known as the spitfire since she came to town 8 years ago . just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through !!

tends to resemble sydney sweeney (( like this and ill enter ur ims.))

BASICS

Name — jillian henrietta lloyd

Age — twenty five

Sex — cisfem

Pronouns — she/her

Sexuality — bisexual

Birthday — 09/12/97

Residence  — coral coast

Occupation — employee at presents of the past

Time in Fairford  — 8 years

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits — deliberate , warm , gregarious , alluring , intrepid. 

Negative Traits — facetious , guarded , hot-headed , aloof , enigmatic. 

Likes — sunshine , the beach , old cars , farmers markets , dressing up , fidget toys , old television/cinema , going to bed late , coconut ice cream 

Dislikes — eye-contact, loud chewing, slow walkers , beer , being too cold , sweating , romantic movies , seafood , the dark .

Aesthetics — freshly fallen snow , oversized bubblegum bubbles , the burn of alcohol , brand new shoes ,  showing up late to everything with a large coffee ,  the echo of an empty theatre ,  the lingering smell of fruity bodyspray

Goals — self sufficiency . she doesn’t want to rely on her step-mom forever. 

Motivations — being a good person so the owner of the shop still likes her 

MEET JILLIAN

“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

“Well I didn’t know this was going to be my final destination, I guess,” Jillian answered, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingertips and averting her eyes as she pondered the question. Truth is she packed up the car she had gotten as a gift (from her step mother) for her 16th birthday, and drove North. Following the winding path of 101 for three days, stopping to sleep in rest areas, and once in a motel when she needed a shower, on the fourth day she drove a little more aimlessly, trekking off until a large ‘Welcome to Fairford’ sign greeted her, and never ended up looking back. Jillian had stopped in to find something to eat, and found herself drawn in by the quaint way the town bustled with life. “But the longer I stayed, the less I felt like leaving,” she finishes the thought while sitting up a little straighter. “To answer you other question, though, living in Fairford is pretty much exactly what you’d imagine it to be. Knowing your neighbors is nice, and like- the name of who owns your favorite coffee shop. It’s nice feeling connected.”

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

Jillian stiffens imperceptibly, before scratching the back of her ear and laughing as nonchalantly as she could muster. “Not many number to block,” she jokes with a wave of her hand. “Dad’s dead, mom’s dead, I still talk to my step-mom from time to time, but she’s...” the assailing thoughts making it hard for Jill to focus before clearing her throat, “She lives in California, so it’s hard to stay close,” she excuses. It’s a good excuse, too, but not remotely close to the actual answer. “My siblings are weird too, I never really know what they’re thinking, even when we are in touch,” she deflects, though the underlying truth to those words are in the fact Jillian truly has never known how her siblings feel about her.

“Top five songs currently on your Spotify?”

Jillian rolls her eyes and whips out her phone, “I use Apple Music, actually,” she corrects, before tapping the app and scrolling for a moment. “The last five songs I’ve added though,” she begins, eyes reading before a wide grin coming across her face, “I Am a Rock, by Simon and Garfunkle. Then it’s Hey Juliet, by LMNT. I like to sing ‘Hey Jillian’ because it still works,” she teases, and turns her attention back to read her phone again, “Cardboard Box by Flo, super catchy. Can’t Kick Up the Roots, by Neck Deep, and oh--” she trails off, having a soft chuckle behind her and before concluding, “And Fireflies by Owl City.”

BACKGROUND

born to college aged, aspiring star-mother , entertainment industry CEO la-father. father had a wife , mom was an affair. no contact with dad, received hush money. mom died when she was 4, came into father’s custody. new siblings. tense relationships. father expected perfection in everything she did from day one. her step mom was lovely, not missing a beat to invite jillian in despite the pain her presence caused.

was put in pageants from the age of 5 with no choice . jillian had ebbing and flowing relationships with her half siblings. winning titles was the only thing her father ever praised her for. after a few years jill had no interest in pageants, but was told it was “the only thing going for her” by her father. after a tumultuous end to pageanting years later, she was the only one of her siblings to attend boarding school starting at the age of 13, and was only asked to come home for christmas and summer breaks. it took her a few years to warm up, but it turned out her step mom was her biggest ally.

in school jill used her looks to get whatever she wanted, and had most of her classmates wrapped around her finger. she pranced around acting like she had everything figured out, the leader of her own little clique, it was the most powerful jillian had ever felt in her life. she lost her virginity at the age of 15 , and her reputation throughout school was quickly made. she was still wildly popular, but that popularity came with everyone’s assumption that jill had slept with half the school’s population (when in reality, the number was something more like 6 people.) after being devastated by the fact, jillian embraced it, and has since used her promiscuity to keep people at arms length. (she would rather sleep with you, than get to know you, because she assumes that’s all you want from her.)

her father died the week before jillian was about to graduate high school ... she didn’t return home and chose to walk with her classmates despite the fact she had little-to-no one in the crowd for her. packed up the small amount of belongings she had at school and moved to fairford.

starting over completely , she got a job at presents of the past. jill never really knew what she liked, her feelings always coming second to whatever duties she had to fulfil. but the owner is the sweetest man that welcomed jill immediately, and was overjoyed to express his joy of old trinkets, things of the past, and anything the looked like it held a story. it was the first time jill had met someone that made her so happy. she didn’t feel the incessant need to please him like her father , or the instinctual guilt for the reality of her relationship like her step mom. he was just him, and made jill feel heard, and seen even from their very first discussion on embroidered dinner napkins. jill did her best to keep the fact that she was living out of her car under wraps, terrified of feeling pitied, or that his thoughts about her would change. that arrangement lasted a little less than 3 months before jill was able to get her own place.  she had been ignoring all of her step mother’s attempts at communication since she graduated (and the death of her father or whatever) all those months ago, but jill finally felt like she was drowning and needed help and one day picked up the phone. her step mom got her into a nice townhouse on the coast without as second thought.

today she’s still (partially) being supported by her step mother, their relationship relatively unchanged from her childhood, visiting for holidays and speaking every so often, but the older jillian gets, the more she understands how awful her father was, and how drastically she had changed her step mother’s life. the dynamic between them can’t help but overwhelm jill with guilt sometimes, so she does her best to keep the woman at arms length, even though she’s the only family she has. besides from the owner of presents, of course, who she also spends some holidays with, evening joining him and his family for thanksgiving dinner last year.  

jillian absolutely pours herself into her work at presents, and her relationship with the owner flourished alongside her passion for the very same trinkets. as somebody with little family , jill was enthralled with the idea of keeping the history of a person alive , even after they've died. old photographs, toys made only of wood and cloth nearly falling apart, sewing tins full of memorabilia of a band that no longer exists. all of it excites jill.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

mw: exes !!! any past romantic/sexual connection (m/f , she’s bi hehe) , current fwb , roommate , long lost cousin , dealer

neighbor.

rival.

mentor.

bad influence.

personal trainer.

sexually tense friendship.

party friends.