#Michael has pajama day- as a treat

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

...I love how I'm working on my WIP and it's supposed to be "canon compliant" or at least "canon compatible." But like... 15×18 except Michael's confirmed to be wearing a vacation t-shirt he got with Adam, and most likely pajama pants (or it could be jeans).

So I guess that's how the Winchesters find him.

[dahliaslove]

⭑ HC’S OF SLASHERS WITH A BIMBO S/O

⭑ authors note: this was very fun to make so feel free to request any similar head canons also lmk if i should make a part two with more slashers :)

⭑ warnings: small mention of kidnapping, some of them immediately make your appearance sexual (sorry but they’re very mentally unstable), stalking, mention of panty stealing, corruption kink, aged up stu as if he got away with the killings and went on to college, small mention of fucking in a bathroom, basically they’re all perverts to some extent (sorry)

⭑ characters: thomas hewitt, michael myers, bo sinclair, lester sinclair, vincent sinclair, stu macher

no detailed smut, but minors don’t interact please!

THOMAS HEWITT

- living in the conservative and rural south, i doubt he’s seen many people decked out in as much pink as you while also simultaneously wearing as little clothing as possible

- luda mae will definitely judge you by the way you dress but once she gets to see how well you treat her tommy she’s letting it slide and excusing it by saying that it’s necessary to dress like that in the heat or something

- once you’re an established person in the hewitt residence i feel like they wouldn’t really have to hide their cannabalism from you too hard due to you being you know . . . oblivious

- hoyt would 100% make some sort of remark to you that has thomas fuming, like he knows you’re such a kind and gentle person and hoyt should not be trying to get with you like that, even if you don’t necessarily notice that he’s being sleazy toward you

- i know thomas would low key struggle to contain himself around you and is definitely ashamed about it because he should not be feeling this way when you’re not even doing anything necessarily sexual

- like he feels pathetic palming himself in secret while thinking about you in your short skirts and tight tops but after you find out about this he’ll absolutely let you help him out with it

- imagine trying to calm the creaking from his bed so his family doesn’t hear as you ride him silly with your skirt rolled up your thighs and his big hands holding onto your waist . . .

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MICHAEL MYERS

- the amount of pink you’re wearing is what first catches michaels attention. he definitely stalks you at first and just watches you waltz around in your bright pink attire, oblivious to michael watching you, very obviously too.

- to be honest i think this would frustrate him at first, like why aren’t you noticing that there a dangerous man following you around?!

- oh my god and if you’re someone who constantly forgets to lock their doors? michael is literally taking that as an invitation to break into your place. he doesn’t even bother to hide whenever you come walking down stairs in your short and cutesy matching pajama top and bottoms, he just waits for you to notice.

- mans is absolutely baffled whenever you turn to him and instead of freaking out, you just smile and ask him if he’s hungry. i would like to say that he would take this invitation and take a container of whatever food you have and then just awkwardly leave and question his whole entire existence.

- he comes back though, because even murderers have to eat, right? he just keeps coming back to your house frequently until he’s practically living with you.

- i feel like one day you would probably see him on the news while looking for something to watch and be like oh my god my new roommate is a killer? well . . . he hasn’t hurt me so it’s whatever i guess . . . wait! that’s why he never pays rent?

- once you guys cross the line from roommates to a couple, he will honestly be a little concerned for your well-being, like how does someone as oblivious as you even make it through the day?

- don’t worry though, michael will absolutely stalk you to check in on you and will murder anyone who does anything to you :)

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BO SINCLAIR

- to be honest, this mf is gonna sexualize you immediately. He’s turning his charm levels all the way to 11 and trying to win you over in his own manipulative and slightly hot way though.

- he definitely gets annoyed by you being clumsy, but he uses that as an opportunity to 100% be a pervert by letting his hands wander or just straight up staring down at your tits or ass.

- trust me, as soon as this man is in your vicinity he is rock hard because he literally has the dirtiest mind ever and has absolutely no chill. ( this makes the sex 1000% better though )

- he for sure has nude polaroids of you in his wallet, like imagine gifting them to him sealed with a bright lipstick stain on the back and a cutely drawn heart. he also jacks off to these in the back of his shop because he has no shame when it comes to you as i said earlier.

- he probably wouldn’t worry much about you leaving due to you being oblivious to the situation you’re in but he would definitely be more protective of you because of this when you get to know each other more.

- like if any tourist tries to do or say anything to you that he doesn’t like? he’s gonna try and keep his act together with clenched teeth and a strained smile before killing them off himself instead of sending them to vincent or something.

- definitely makes fun of you for being a naive klutz though. like he will manipulate you to the max to get you to comply for him, he’ll say things like “just please do it for me, okay sugar?” and have you wrapped right around his finger.

- the same kinda goes the other way, just to an extent. after a while of you laying some sweet loving on him he’ll definitely be asking lester to pick you up some pretty lipsticks and anything that he thinks you’ll find cute.

- over all, you’re bo’s walking wet dream and he literally can not get over you especially after you guys get in a relationship and to you he’s just your silly little mechanic boyfriend who lives in a weirdly empty town.

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LESTER SINCLAIR

- lives for the aesthetic and finds you so pretty but is a total pervert and he, like bo, uses your naivety to his advantage

- he gives panty stealer vibes to me, like i know he probably acts all innocent and puppy eyed around you but as soon as you look away for one second he’s going into your room and stealing your panties you know? (he still does it while you’re in a relationship too, because this man can not be stopped)

- say you work at a cute little diner he likes to frequent (because of you) he will go there every other day and butter you up only to leave the parking lot of the diner and jerk off into his hand on the side of some abandoned road . . .

- he will find a way to be with you whether it be literally stealing you away or finding you on the side of the road after your cars broken down and convincing you to stay with him. and with the second option being more likely (he will mess with your car and plan out the whole thing) you won’t even realize he’s got you tied in with him forever

- you’ll just think lester is the sweet southern man from the diner who’s turned into your boyfriend who takes care of you and let you move into his place really quickly

- He absolutely has a corruption kink, like he loves the idea of being with someone so perfect and just absolutely ruining them. he also definitely has you christen his truck for “good luck” by fucking you in there until you’re a sticky sobbing mess.

- but on the softer side of things, i know lester is so greatful for you and can’t believe that someone as sweet and pretty as you could love him. especially as someone who wasn’t loved properly as a child :(

- and he’s so protective over you too because he knows how mean the world can be and he doesn’t want anyone else to hurt you. so he’s definitely extra careful when he has you in the car and is picking up tourists. it’s low key funny because he’s over here worried they’re gonna say something mean to you and not that you’re gonna find out what he’s luring them into. if they do something though, he makes sure to tell his brothers to make their death slow and painful :)

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VINCENT SINCLAIR

- he absolutely adores you, like he loves having a silly lil naive pink loving partner.

- anytime you’re having one of your airhead moments he will calmly explain to you in more detail until you understand what he’s talking about :(

- he loves drawing you, he does it so much it’s to the point where his pink colored pencils are getting shorter and are always dull from use. he hangs the drawings up all over his walls and stuff too, which literally has you leaving kisses all over him and drowning him in compliments (he gets very flustered)

- tries to keep you away from the fact he turns people into wax statues, but is glad that you don’t even seem to notice! imagine you complimenting him on how life like they look and he’s like :-|

- probably very protective over you, especially if you come into contact with bo . . . who has no shame in flirting with you but you’re just like no thanks i have a perfectly awesome and cool boyfriend :) (bo’s ego was very hurt that day)

- this immediately has him rolling all over the house and happily dancing because he loves you so much and you’re all his

- just because he feels like this doesn’t also mean he’s not a perv like the rest of them though (you thought you were safe muahaha) he probably has so many nude drawings of you, mans absolutely gets every detail in them too

- he hides them from you at first but if you find them . . . oh my lord he’s gonna be so embarrassed . . . and hard. seeing him depict you so beautifully, probably splayed out on pink sheets too, immediately has you on your knees for him.

- i don’t care i would suck this man dry to show my appreciation, like until he has tears in his eyes and he’s just uncontrollably bucking his hips into your mouth

- basically he loves you in pink and is your #1 supporter!!!

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STU MACHER

- absolutely whipped for you and you have him following you around with heart eyes all over campus

- doesn’t tell you about his side hobby of killing people, because he honestly doesn’t feel the need too since you believe him anytime he says the red staining his shoes is paint.

- absolutely gives you the princess treatment since he has all that money from his rich parents, so he buys you new clothes, gives you mail money, money to get your hair done, ect, ect.

- but he also does it with his actions you know? like he absolutely opens the door for you with a dramatic bow and says something like “after you, m’lady”

- he’s the type of guy that will go out of his way to look up your skirt to fluster you though

- he’s still a pervert but he’s more jokey about it, for example, he makes all sorts of dirty jokes and giggles like a maniac when you don’t understand them. when you do though, you’ve got him down on his knees for you, if you respond back by flirting, just know he’s taking you off to some bathroom and absolutely fucking you dumb and when you’re done he’s flipping your skirt back down and leaving the bathroom with a spring in his step.

- basically you’re just his sweet lil bimbo partner who he spoils endlessly in kisses n’ nice stuff who thankfully never notices the blood staining random items in his apartment :)

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[kits-ships]

👍 🍫 for the doctor?

hi i definitely didn't miss halloween :) its definitely not november but shh!!

👍 - Do they like Halloween, or do you have to force them to participate?

i think he finds humanity's adoration of halloween very endearing. before olive can convince him to celebrate, though, he insists that he explains the holiday's origins, what samhain is, and a bunch of little fun facts like how turnips were the original jack'o'lanterns. he will also happily eat candy and watch horror movies with her, but dressing up depends on the incarnation!!

he insists that he doesnt wanna dress up..... you might get him to wear some silly glasses or something, though

YES OFC. he'd be something goofy like a squirrel.

he initially says no, but olive eventually convinces him to go shopping with her and he falls in love with some regal vampire outfit. three will pretend like he's only getting it for her but actually loves it and flaunts around all day

you dont even have to ask. he originally wants to be over the top with a handmade mask, an intricate outfit, and some props, but he gets distracted and almost forgets halloween entirely. olive ends up making him some little ears and draws a nose on him so that he can be a bear. its a little last minute, but the tardis comes in clutch with a brown sweater and corduroy pants!!

he says he doesn't want to dress up but he also can't say no to olive. as to not push him too far, she draws a lil nose on him again and gives him some ears and a tail so that he can achieve full, golden retriever energy. he is embarrassed.

he gives olive a firm 'no'. peri tries to tease him into dressing up by talking about how dreadful his usual outfit his, but he ends up just sulking into olive's side for the rest of the night. if anyone asks, hes joseph in the technicolor dreamcoat

he considers it and acts like his answer is no, but he secretly goes off and finds the absolute goofiest costume he can find. like, this man would show up to olives door dressed as buttercup with ace in a bubbles costume. it doesnt matter if she already had an outfit planned because olive has to be blossom ofc!!

he is sappy and wants couples costumes; even if they aren't planning on going out. after going through the tardis' wardrobe, they eventually settle on mr darcy and elizabeth bennet

he says no, but olive gently coaxes him into the idea as long as the costume isn't too overbearing. they end up adding a bandana and sunglasses to his usual look so that he can be a biker :)

oh he was planning on it. but, as excited as he was to dress up, it takes them the whole month to figure out what to go as. through the use of the internet, they eventually decide to be tuxedo mask and sailor moon (even though olive doesnt know anything about the show/manga)

he is so excited to dress up as something cool and scary but, as soon as they walk into the store, he is enraptured by the countless onesies and insists on choosing one of them. he loves that they can be a costume and pajamas!! olive chooses a silly lil monkey onesie for him and he picks a bunny onesie for her

'i dont wanna dress up' shhh. yes you do. clara and olive manage to get him to wear a ghostbusters uniform and, after spending a good amount of time trying to boost his confidence and inflate his ego, the other two decide to be some kind of ghost or ghoul.

oh my god. she insists on it. the whole fam has to get into it, too, and she spends so long trying to search for group costumes. eventually, they settle on horror icons!! the doctor dresses up as freddy krueger, olive is annabelle, yaz chose chucky, graham is jason, dan is forced to be michael myers, and ryan is secretly excited to be ghostface. the doctor also demands that they try to be 'in character' as they go trick or treating

🍫 - What is their favorite candy/treat?

okay after that massive list im only giving a simple answer.

olive likes getting lollipops and pretzels (she's gettin old smh) and the doctor loves hershey bars, starbursts, and double bubble so he can blow obnoxiously large bubbles!!!!!!

[coochiequeens]

A violent man killed his 7 year old daughter and now wants to be placed in a women’s prison

A trans-identified male who beat his 7-year-old daughter to death has been handed life plus 75 years after pleading guilty to her murder.

The Fulton County, Georgia District Attorney has announced that Michael Deon Wash pleaded guilty to the abuse and murder of his 7-year-old daughter, Kamarie. Wash now goes by the name “Milan” and has recently come out as a transgender “woman.”

Kamarie’s body was found floating in Lake Allatoona by two fishermen on June 29, 2016. When examined, investigators found that the girl’s head had been shaved and her hands had been burned in an apparent effort to make it more difficult for her to be identified.

Wash had called 911 and reported his child missing the day after her body was found, claiming the girl had “wandered out of the house” in her polkadot pajamas at some point. Wash told the operator “she was last seen here in my house, here this morning or last night,” adding, “I’m sorry.”

Wash also claimed he had seen Kamarie in her bed sleeping the previous night, but gave unclear and inconsistent details.

Within just hours of responding to Wash’s apartment, police announced they were treating Kamarie’s disappearance as a homicide investigation. Shortly after, Wash and his live-in girlfriend, Lasherae Davis, were charged with two counts of cruelty to children in the first degree, cruelty to children in the third degree, making false statements and concealing the death of another. Wash was later charged with murder.

Kamarie’s cause of death was determined to have been blunt force trauma, and examiners established the girl had died long before Wash made the call reporting her missing. 

Investigators would determine Wash and Davis had regularly tormented Kamarie, physically assaulting and withholding food from the girl. On the day of her death, Wash had beat Kamarie until her jaw broke.

Kamarie’s biological mother, Kashira Pettigrew, did not live in the residence, and Wash had been in custody of Kamarie for little over one year. The reasons for the arrangement were unstated. 

In 2019, Pettigrew was in the news after driving under the influence and causing a serious car accident. She was sentenced to prison time and lost custody of her other children for her role in the wreck which left them all injured. During her hearing, Pettigrew cited the grief of losing Kamarie as the source of her addiction.

Following her death, Kamarie’s family penned an obituaryfor the girl that beamed about how she was “born a star,” and that she loved to sing and dance. 

“She was a member of the Junior Choir at Church of the Living God, the C-Uperstars, and a dance group with Ted Cooper and her mom. Kamarie also loved to help others and always enjoyed leading and having fun with her sisters. Aside from her singing career, she liked to cook and read as well. She was full of life and had a big heart and will always be remembered as a loving, caring person.”

On Wash’s guilty plea, which was submitted on September 15, Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis issued a statement to local media.

“A 7-year-old baby girl was brutally abused and murdered by a person who should have been her greatest protector. Wash not only beat Kamarie badly enough to kill her but went to great lengths to cover up the crime. It is an absolute shame that a young life was so violently cut short by a parent.”

Willis also noted that a previously-filed intent to seek the death penalty had been withdrawn as a result of Wash’s plea. He has been sentenced to life in prison plus 75 years to be served in confinement consecutive to the life sentence for murder, first degree cruelty to children, false statements and concealing the death of another.

According to jail records, a grand jury declined to prosecute Lasherae Davis on murder, but she is still set to stand trial on the other charges related to child abuse, concealing the Kamarie’s death, and making false statements to law enforcement.

Wash is still currently being housed in the Fulton County Jail where he is listed under his birth name and sex. He will likely be transferred in coming days to a correctional facility, though it is unknown at this time if he will be accommodated in a women’s prison.

Media reports on the case uniformly referred to Wash by feminine pronouns.

[gretacheesefleet]

Lips of an Angel (D.R.W.)

Based off the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder

Warnings: cheating, mentions of abuse, slight alcohol

Word count: 2.4k 

Please if you or anyone you know is in an abusive relationship please reach out. It is never ok for someone to treat you like that no matter how much you love them or they claim to love you. Please call the National Domestic Abuse Hotline 1.800.799.SAFE (7233).

Honey why you callin’ me It’s kinda hard to talk right now                                Honey why you cryin’ is everything okay?                I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud

It’s 2 in the morning when Danny answers the call from you. The last time he’d seen you was two months ago after he ran into you at the record store downtown. You introduced him to your new boyfriend Michael and Danny introduced his girlfriend Mackenzi. But before that the two of you hadn’t spoke since the break up.

“Y/n? Is everything ok?” Danny keeps his voice low as he walks from his bedroom to the kitchen not wanting to wake his sleeping girlfriend.

“Yeah,” you sniffle. It’s so good to hear Danny’s voice after so long.

“I’m sorry if I’m quiet. Mackenzi is asleep and I don’t want to wake her,” Danny apologizes leaning against the fridge.

You laugh quietly as you sit down on the edge of your bathtub.

“No I’m the one who should be sorry Danny. I shouldn’t have called so late. I just… I don’t know.”

“I know Y/n.”

You don’t have to say anything, Danny has always been able to read your mind and vice versa. That’s what made you two so powerful, neither have you ever had to say anything. You worked like a well oiled machine, two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Well, my girl’s in the next room                                    Sometimes I wish she I guess we never really moved on

Even just on the phone there’s a sense of comfort just knowing that Danny is on the other side. Finally you break the silence.

“Remember the time my parents caught us that night in the barn senior year?”

Danny laughs. “How could I forget? The look on their faces were priceless. So was yours too though. Your face was so red trying to cover yourself up.”

“At least I wasn’t a stuttering mess like you were Danny,” you both share a laugh.

The smile fades from his face and Danny can’t help but miss you. When you guys were together were the best times of his life.

The two of you were friends all of high school. When Danny finally asked you to be his girlfriend senior year you were inseparable.

“Do you remember that day?” You ask softly.

“September 21 2016 at 3 am. It was after the homecoming dance. You were wearing a dark green dress and you looked stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you all night,” Danny’s voice is just as soft as yours.

“Sam had stole that bottle of tequila for us but he passed out on the couch after three shots.”

“Back then he couldn’t handle his alcohol for shit,” Danny let’s put a low laugh.

“Then you put on a record-”

“The Bees Gees. Then I asked you to dance with me. After the last song you kissed me so hard we almost feel on Sam. We were both in our pajamas and slightly tipsy but that’s when I asked you to be mine. In the Kiszka’s basement at 3 am. I’ve thought about that moment almost everyday Y/n.”

It’s really good to hear your voice. Sayin’ my name it sounds so sweet                            Comin’ from the lips of an angel                                  Hearin’ those words it makes me weak                    And I never wanna say goodbye                                But girl you make it hard to be faithful                      With the lips of an angel

Danny can’t help but think of the last time he seen you. It was a few days after the record store encounter. You had agreed to go and grab some coffee with him to catch up. It was the first time you had seen him, much less alone, in almost a year. Danny looked as good as ever with his long hair. You always told him to keep it long.

“Danny are you sure about this?” You asked in between desperate kisses.

“No but I’ve missed you too much,” Danny breathes heavily as you both fall onto some shady hotel bed.

Limbs are entangled as you and Danny press as close as you can to one another.

“No one can know about this,” you pant as Danny collapses next to you.

That shady hotel was the last time you had saw each other and neither of you could stop thinking about it.

“What are you thinking about Danny?” You’re pacing back and forth in the tiny bathroom careful not to wake your boyfriend.

Danny smiles, hearing you say his name has always made him weak.

“Honestly… I’m thinking about you. About that last night. I’ve missed you. Those lips Y/n, they’re like the lips of an angel.” Danny doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He loves Mackenzi but there’s something about you that always draws him back in.

“Oh Danny…”

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight And yes I’ve dreamt of you too                                    Does he know you’re talkin’ to me                            Will it start a fight?                                                          No I don’t think she has a clue

“How are you though Y/n? Are things getting better with Michael?” Danny’s voice is thick with concern. You had told him how you and Michael were going through a rough patch.

You’re quiet for a moment standing still in front of the bathroom mirror. A deep bruise was forming on your cheek. Things have gotten worse the past month. Michael was having more violent outbursts, this wasn’t your first time on the receiving end of one.

“They’re good,” you lie lightly touching the bruise. You know the situation you’re in isn’t good. But your scared. You live with Michael, you’ve built a life with him. Hell you have a dog together. In reality you simply have nowhere to run. He’s threatened you within an inch of your life if you ever leave.

Danny hears the hesitation in your voice and he knows your lying. “Y/n… are you sure everything is ok?”

“Really Danny everything is going good. Just drop it,” you plead softly. Not wanting to upset you Danny lets it go, he knows you can take care of yourself.

“You know Danny I had a dream about us,” you laugh slightly trying to change the subject. “We were in our dream house. A little cabin in northern Michigan. It was Christmas time and we had a fire roaring in the fireplace. There was a big dog laying by the tree and we were drinking hot cocoa.”

“Just like we would always talk about,” Danny couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness. The two of you had big dreams for your futures together. But here you are now. Danny sitting at his kitchen table and you on your bathroom counter.

Well, my girl’s in The next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on

“Do you ever wish we could go back and change things?” You ask picking at your nails, nervous for his answer.

“All the time Y/n.”

“What would you change?”

“Everything from that day.” Danny confesses.

“What do you want from me Danny!” You throw your hands in the air.

“To tell me the goddamn truth Y/n!” Danny yells back at you. Both of you are red in the face from anger.

“I have been telling you the truth! Why won’t you listen to me! There has been no one but you Danny!”

“What if I don’t believe you?”

“Then that’s your own fucking fault. You know what,” you pause looking down, tears welling up in your eyes. “I can’t do this any more Danny.”

“What do you mean?” Danny’s voice grows softer.

“You’re never home. You’re either on tour or out with the boys, and I’m fine with that. But when you are home all we do is fight.”

“What are you suggesting then?”

“Danny I think we should take a break from this…” you try to keep the tears from falling as you watch Danny’s heart break. But instead of pleading for you to stay he locks his jaw and he has a terrible look on his face.

“Fine if you just want to throw in the towel then that’s what we’ll do,” he turns away from you in anger.

“I’m not just giving up Danny but we’ve been trying to make this work for the past few months and there hasn’t been any progress!” Silence engulfs the living room. The air is thick with a range of emotions.

“I still love you Danny and I always will but I don’t think this is what’s best for us anymore,” Danny won’t even look at you. No one says anything as you pack a few belongings. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things,” you’re paused at the door hoping Danny will turn around and beg you to stay. But he doesn’t say anything or even look at you as you leave.

“I never should have let you walk out like that. I should've begged you to stay. I wanted to but I was just so angry and upset that I couldn’t speak,” Danny explains. 

“We both did a lot wrong that day Danny. I never should have left you.”

It’s really good to hear your voice Sayin’ my name it sounds so sweet Comin’ from the lips of an angel Hearin’ those words it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel

Silence consumes the two of you again. The only noise is the faint sounds of breathing over the phones. You can’t help but let a few tears fall. The love for Danny has never left you. He is a part of you. The two of you spent the better part of four years together. Those years were full of love and excitement until the end. You are apart of each other. You have influenced each other in ways you don’t even realize. 

“How are the boys doing?” you ask him bringing your knees to your chest.

“They’re good. We’ve been really busy in the studio and on tour. But they miss you Y/n. Especially Sammy,” Danny’s voice is as soft as ever. 

Your heart breaks a little more at his statement. Sam was one of your closest friends. He’s actually how you met Danny in the first place. You had Freshman English together and he invited you to have lunch with him and Danny. Ever since then you three were like the Three Musketeers. But when you and Danny ended things you eventually cut yourself off from Sam not wanting to make things harder for him.

“I miss them too Danny. A lot.”

“Well we’re doing a small set here in Frankenmuth for the county fair next weekend if you wanna come watch and say hi.”

“I would love too. I haven’t seen them in so long.”

“They’ll be stoked to see you. So will I,” Danny admits looking down.

Well, my girl’s in The next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on

Sitting in his kitchen Danny is holding a framed picture of him and Mackenzi. Guilt swallows him, as he looks at the photo all he can see is your face and not the face of the woman who is sleeping in the other room. He never moved on from you. You’re apart of his thoughts everyday. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love Mackenzi, he does with his whole heart. But she’s not you. No one will ever compare to you and how easy and natural it was to be with you. Danny knows he will never love someone the way he loved you.

He’s tried to go back to normal but he doesn’t like who he is when you’re not around. You brought out the best in him. He can’t help but wish to kiss and hold you for the rest of his life. 

“Danny are you ok?” noticing he’s been quiet for a while.

“Yeah I just wish you were here Y/n.” Danny puts the picture face down on the counter.

It’s really good to hear your voice Sayin’ my name it sounds so sweet Comin’ from the lips of an angel Hearin’ those words it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel (And I never wanna say goodbye) But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel

“I wish I was there too Danny. But I can’t be. You are with Mackenzi and I’m with Michael. Two people that we love very much,” your heartaches for Danny right now. There’s nothing more that you want then to curl up beside him in bed.

“I know Y/n but I have to be honest with myself and with you it’s only fair. I still love you and I know you still love me,” Danny’s voice rises slightly.

“Don’t do this now Danny. Please. We shouldn’t go back,” you can’t hold back the tears anymore. 

“We can go back though Y/n. Back to the way we used to be. Please...” his voice cracks. His back is pressed against the refrigerator as he leans his head back trying to keep the tears from falling.

“If this is really what you want them go tell Mackenzi right now that you would rather be with me,” you demand. You want him to go break up her and come running back to you. If Danny came back you could finally have the strength to leave Micheal. You would drop everything for Danny.

“I can’t Y/n not right now.”

“If you won’t do it now you never will and you know that Danny.” 

It goes quiet again for a minute before Danny speaks up.

“Why did you call me then?”

“Because I just needed to hear your voice and to tell you I love you.”

Before Danny can speak you hear your bedroom door open and Michael’s footsteps coming toward the bathroom.

“I have to go Danny-”

“Wait! Y/n I love you too,” before he can finish the line goes silent.

Honey why you callin’ me so late?

Danny just stand there for a moment staring at his phone. 

“Sweetheart is everything ok?” Danny looks up to see Mackenzi standing at the edge of the kitchen.

“Yeah I just needed a snack and some water,” he knows she probably thinks he’s lying. But she just tells him to come back to bed.

Looking at his phone one more time Danny realizes it’s 3 am on September 21st. One stray tear lands on the illuminated screen before he follows Mackenzi to their bedroom. 

[thisismisogynoir]

What are your thoughts on the upcoming proud family louder and prouder series, especially given the previous series past of colorism, classism, etc

As it is, I'm looking quite forward to it! The animation is crisp, the characters grew up and it shows, and there also seem to be some new characters added! More on that later! 

Some things I like: 

~I’m always happy to see Black girls represented onscreen in a variety of ways, obviously! 

~Penny taking a selfie. 

~Penny’s pink pajamas(I love when Black girls wear pink in general!). 

~The characters' glow-ups in general. They look more mature and have more pronounced curves without being sexualized and that's awesome! I can tell a woman worked on the project. 

~There's an added female character with dark skin named Maya Lebowitz-Jenkins, and from what I read about her, she seems to be an activist character, which is great(others however, have hoped that she won't be defined by being a hardened activist, and I've heard some complaints about her potentially being "masculinized" for being a dark-skinned Black girl, but I don't think this show is going to do that. And being an activist doesn't make you masculine, anyway)! There are not a lot of dark-skinned Black female characters in media, especially prominent/positive ones, and the ones that do appear are, yes, like how people in the complaints above are described. Even if they are Black, they are light-skinned or mixed. Meanwhile Black male characters get to encompass a variety of shades. Colorism mixed with misogyny mixed with misogynoir. Only women gotta conform to that beauty standard because it only matters what women look like. Just look at Dijonay and how she was portrayed. So I am very grateful for this character. 

~Michael is also presumably transgender and gender non-conforming! 

~The "joke" about Penny's parents wearing each others' clothes. 

~Buff Suga Mama YOU GO GIRL!!!! 

~The slapstick and humor as well as the voices show that it still has the same heart and soul as the original, and I appreciate that! 

Now for the things I DON'T like: 

~I need need NEED the "overprotective dad" stereotype to die a slow, agonizing death in a deep, watery GRAVE. I'm sick of watching teenage girls' sexuality and agency being policed by men, I'm sick of watching men not want their daughters to grow up, and I'm sick of the existence of blossoming womanhood itself being portrayed as a bad thing and as a threat. Watching Penny say "I'm becoming a woman" to her dad as he eyed her bra with suspicion just made my skin crawl and made me roll my eyes(like becoming a woman is a bad thing). It reminds me of how dads in real life will treat their daughters: unlike with sons who get to be their own people and aren't defined by their bodies and how women treat them, daughters HAVE to be controlled and policed because if not then they'll become "sluts" or get raped or pregnant, as if the end road for girls is to one day become a sex object. 

It's gross how obsessed some dads are over their daughters' sexualities but not their sons(and moms don't act like this with THEIR sons), as if girls are nothing but their sexualities. It's exactly why it makes me uncomfortable to see the overprotective father trope in media, especially Black media due to the stereotype that exists for Black women in particular. Just look at Moesha, Black-ish, and The Hate U Give, which also did this(good thing the mothers talk them out of it sometimes but still!). It also reeks of the days where dads sold their daughters to their future husbands in marriage. I'm afraid many men still see the women in their lives through the context of male ownership; thus, for dads, nobody can take his little girl from him until HE decides to let her go, damn what she wants. 

I just want to see dads seeing their daughters as PEOPLE, rather than as wanton snakes who will one day betray him by making their own decisions(as if all her decisions rest on him) or prey to be sexually exploited and thus kept inside as if THEY are the problem. I just want to see dads who respect their daughters' ability to have agency and talk to boys without a shotgun being pulled out and let them go on dates and all that stuff. If we trained boys to control their sexual urges around girls(or that not every girl you meet has to bring about sexual urges) and that girls are not there for your pleasure rather than policing girls for "inevitably" tempting boys to sin with their wicked sexually exploitable nature, we wouldn't be having this discussion. But we don't, so we are. 

~I need Penny to ditch Dijonay and LaCienega like the plague. That, or they become better friends to her. Zoe's all right, though, I just need her to stand up for herself more and stop throwing Penny under the bus to fit in. 

~I also hope Suga Mama doesn't still have a crush on LaCienega's grandfather. 

~I also hope they still don't have the running gag of Dijonay's obsession with Sticky. As bad as she is, it's super unfortunate that the darkest skinned Black girl in the main cast is the one who is subject to this joke of "the guy she likes runs away whenever she approaches her" since I imagine it feels bad for many of such girls watching(not to mention the "no guy wants to be chased" trope which also needs to be slaughtered). Add to that the fact that she's plus-sized. Come to think of it, the fact that she is written the way she is in the original reeks of misogynoir, colorism, and fatphobia. I at least hope that she gets better and undergoes character development in this sequel. 

Aaaaaand that's just about it! Tell me what you think! 

[homoose]

Teach Me Something I Don’t Know: Part IV

Summary: The Halloween parade. Will and JJ are adorable. Anita suggests that Spencer become a classroom volunteer. Reader has a rough week.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, a smidge of angst

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 4.4k

a/n: I wish we’d seen more of Will and JJ as parents because I imagine it would be adorable and hilarious. Let’s see if you can guess all of their costumes before the reveal lmao. Your only clue is that Spencer loves keeping with a theme and the brown vest (I literally learned how to make my own shitty gif bc I couldn’t find the right one in the search and I do not understand embedding lmao) makes an appearance.

Series Masterlist

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“Did you grab the bags?” JJ swept the pleated, platinum braid out of her face as she bent over to zip up her boots.

“No, I thought you did,” Will called, bouncing down the stairs.

“I put them in the car already,” Spencer informed them, popping his head back in the front door. “There was just the one box, right?”

“Yeah, that was it,” Will confirmed. “Shit— where’s Michael’s sword?”

“Should be on the counter,” JJ huffed, standing up and adjusting the bodice of the blue dress.

“Got it.” Will came around the corner of the kitchen, patting his hips where his pockets would be— if he weren’t wearing an adult-sized onesie. “Keys?” Spencer held them up. “All right then, let’s get this show on the road.”

The trio headed to the waiting SUV, Spencer climbing into the backseat as Will and JJ got into the front. Will and JJ chattered on about dinner plans and schedules for the following week, and Spencer smoothed down the brown wool vest layered over his white linen shirt. He’d spent entirely too long putting together the costume over the last week (with a little help from Penelope). He’d scrapped the Spock getup he’d been working on since September— he could always wear that next year. But he’d only get one chance to attend the Room 105 Halloween parade, and once the idea had wormed its way into his brain, he had to make it happen.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Would you be able to pick Michael up on Monday?”

He ran his hands down his thighs over the mint green cropped trousers. “Sure, as long as we don’t have a case.”

Will smirked at him in the rear view mirror. “How’s Ms. Y/L/N?”

“You’re about to see her yourself, so you can ask,” Spencer replied.

Will laughed, and JJ turned in her seat. “Whoa, coming in hot with the snark. You really do like her.”

Spencer fought and failed to keep the blush from rising, irritation at being teased blooming sharp inside his chest. He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “She’s a great teacher.”

“That’s not a no,” JJ noted, eyebrows raised.

“She’s Michael’s teacher,” Spencer said, like it meant something.

“Yeah, so?” Will shrugged his shoulders. “You’re his godfather. Technically, you’re not related, so it wouldn’t be breakin’ any rules.”

“Well, it’s not like that, so it doesn’t really matter,” Spencer insisted.

Will hummed and JJ turned back around in her seat. Spencer drummed his fingers on his knees and watched DC roll past through the SUV window. It really wasn’t like that. Y/N was just… very nice. A nice, beautiful, sweet, silly kindergarten teacher that he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how many books he read or coffees he drank or chess games he played.

Monday was the last day of his sabbatical, and he was even more relieved to be headed back than usual— grateful that he’d have something to occupy his mind other than her. Because his mind was, indeed, occupied. The way her smile beamed like the spotlight on a stage, illuminating whoever happened to be on the receiving end. The way her hands moved in unbound, buoyant illustrations of her thoughts. The way her laugh felt like the first warm sip of tea or the wrap of his favorite scarf. It was getting out of hand, to say the least.

Will pulled into the parking lot, and instantly Spencer’s palms began to sweat. He glanced at the headband on the seat beside him and felt the mortification clawing at his insides. The costume was ridiculous; he was ridiculous. He should have just worn the Spock outfit.

Maybe he could just wait in the car and pretend like he hadn’t been able to make it. Or he could just leave the headband in the car. But then he’d just be in mint green capris with a sweater vest and platform sandals, and she’d have absolutely no idea who he was supposed to be. Then he’d have to explain it, and it would be even worse.

Will parked the car, and he and JJ immediately stepped out. Spencer watched them near the hood of the SUV, enjoying a rare moment of co-parenting without work hovering right out of frame. Will pulled the hood of the onesie up and JJ laughed, brushing her hand over the brown fabric twigs sticking out of the top. He supposed that if Will Lamontagne, Jr. could strut his stuff in adult footie pajamas, his handmade costume was probably all right.

With one last resigned sigh, Spencer slid the headband on. He grabbed the box of Halloween treats, opened the door, and hauled himself out of the vehicle. He pushed the door closed and looked in the reflection of the window, adjusting the headband around his curls and blowing out a breath.

“Ready?” JJ called, peering around the side of the SUV.

“Yeah—yeah,” Spencer agreed. He moved around the vehicle to join them, the three of them walking to find a spot in the crowd of parents standing around the carpool loop.

When they found a suitable spot, Will looked up at him and shook his head. The sandals added three extra inches to Spencer’s height, putting him a good six inches taller than Will. “Those shoes make you look like an actual giant,” Will chuckled. “I know that’s the point, but I feel like even more of a shrimp next to ya now.”

Spencer set the box of candy bags on the ground and would have shoved his hands into his pockets if the linen trousers had any. Before he could respond, JJ pointed to the door of the school, cooing, “Oh my god, look. Remember when the boys were that small?”

The PreK classes came out first, and Spencer could acknowledge that they were very cute, barely out of the toddler stage and holding hands with a line buddy. But he was waiting on a very specific cutie.

He’d barely had the thought when the kindergarten classes started to emerge from the door. He almost didn’t recognize her at first— just an orange blob and green shrubbery. But the converse gave her away.

“How is she so cute?” JJ threaded her arm through Will’s. “Even when she’s dressed as a giant orange blob.”

“It’s a gift,” Will agreed. He glanced up at Spencer. “Right, doc?”

Spencer nodded but didn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “I think so, yeah.” Will grinned and bumped JJ’s shoulder, but Spencer barely even registered his own response.

Thankfully they’d picked a spot near the very end of the loop, so he had plenty of time to get himself together before she was in front of him. While Will and JJ waved at all the tiny superheroes and princesses, he watched Y/N. She was all orange fabric from her shoulders to her knees, with bright orange Chucks to match. On her head was a strange variation on a party hat, bright green ferns sprouting from the tip of the cone and falling into her face. She looked absolutely ridiculous and entirely adorable, and he was in so much trouble.

When the class finally approached the final curve of the loop, Will nudged Spencer and gestured to the box of goodie bags. Spencer crouched down and lifted the box, standing back up to see Y/N laughing at Will and JJ. “Very cute, Lamontagne Family.”

Her gaze traveled across, then up, and then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Spencer wondered if maybe the earth could just open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh my god, are you—?” She stepped forward and ran her hand lightly over the vest, and he didn’t dare breathe. “Are you the BFG?!” Her hand dropped from his torso, and he didn’t have time to be disappointed before her face split into quite possibly the biggest smile he’d seen from her yet.

A tiny Superman shouted, “Ms. Y/L/N, we’re making a gap!”

Y/N came back to herself, gesturing to all three of them. “Don’t go anywhere.” She accepted the offered box of treats from Spencer and then turned to help her class catch up.

Will gave him a look. “It’s not like that, huh?”

“Oh my god, she likes you.” JJ clapped her hands together. “This is amazing.”

“I’m takin’ credit for this,” Will bragged. “I’m a regular ol’ matchmaker.”

Spencer couldn’t even be bothered to attempt a denial. He was still thinking about the feel of her palm on his chest, how it might feel to hold her hand, the way her eyes practically sparkled when she saw his ridiculous headband. He was in so much trouble.

Fifteen minutes later, the classes filed back out into the parking lot for dismissal. Y/N led the class down the sidewalk, grinning at the excitement coursing through her line. As they approached the end of the loop, Y/N caught sight of them and waved. The kids lined up in their normal spot, chatting excitedly about their costumes and candy bags.

“Lord, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re something else,” Will laughed.

“Is it not the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen?” She laughed and tapped the green shrubbery hanging in her face. “I have the kids do a little persuasive writing thing every year. They draw a picture and write a sentence about what they think Ms. Y/L/N should be for Halloween, and then we take a vote.”

She waved her hands in that way Spencer loved, the way that was so similar to his own. “Usually the options are pretty tame, you know—ghost, witch, bumblebee. This year was a near tie between runner-up Jojo Siwa and well,” she gestured at herself, “carrot.” Y/N cackled, and the leaves on top of her head shook with the action.

They all laughed along with her, and then JJ added, “The details are truly incredible. Is this an actual plant on your head?”

“I really thought about it,” Y/N laughed, “but no, it’s just fake ferns stuffed into a cardstock funnel.” She gestured at Will and JJ. “But also, excuse me— this family costume is ridiculously cute. Mr. Lamontagne, loving this onesie. Mrs. Jareau, I didn’t even know it was possible to look prettier than you usually do, but here you are. And Michael’s Anna costume?” She held her hands up. “Incredible. Show stopping. I wish I had an aunt Penelope to enlist the help of, because that cape is the actual height of fashion.”

“She helped Spence, too,” JJ prompted, stealing a glance in his direction.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, turning to smile at Spencer.

“We um, 3D printed the ears,” he clarified.

“No way!” She took a step closer to him, peering up at the detail on the headband. He leaned down a little for her to get a closer look. “That is so cool. I’ve never actually seen anything 3D printed up close before— did you design them yourself?”

She met his eyes briefly, and he realized how close they were— close enough that he caught the faintest whiff of sandalwood and cardamom. Of course she even smelled like warmth and home. “Well. I, um— I drew a sort of sketch, I guess. And then Penelope did the software coding. I— I’m not very good with technology, honestly.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the plastic, and he decided she was really trying to kill him. “Yeah, I’m not sure I really understand how it works.”

“Well, first you create a blueprint file of the design you want to print, which you can do through modeling software or three-dimensional scanning. Then you convert the file into an STL file— named for Stereolithography which was the first ever 3D printing process. The STL file is made up of triangular mesh polygons, which is the data that describes the surface of a three-dimensional object. After that, you use a software program to complete the process of slicing— essentially dividing or chopping the 3D model into hundreds or thousands of horizontal layers that the printer can print one at a time to create the 3D object. And then the printer prints each layer until you have your finished product.”

Y/N was quiet, and he pulled back to see her grinning at him. “I thought you said you weren’t very good with technology?”

“I’m not good with using technology,” he clarified.

She nodded. “Gotcha. So you just know everything about it.”

Her joking tone had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I read a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“I can read at a rate of 20,000 words per minute, so… a lot.”

Her eyebrows shot up into the tangle of ferns on her head, and he was just so overwhelmed by how adorable she was. “Well, if I ever have a question about anything, I know who I’m coming to.”

He was sure he was blushing, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “I’m happy to answer any and all of your questions.”

She let her gaze travel over the rest of the costume. “Oh my god, the sandals! Man, you really nailed it. I’m very impressed.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I thought about being Trunchbull, but I couldn’t find the sweatshirt,” he joked.

She laughed, and he wanted to bottle it up to keep forever. “As much as I would have loved to see your hair in a bun… you’re much too sweet to have been able to pull that off.” She smiled softly at him. “Much more suited to our friend the BFG.”

He rubbed a hand down the back of his neck, and it was only then that he realized Will and JJ had gone to the car. He looked back to Y/N, opening his mouth but unsure of what he was going to say.

“Y/L/N!” He turned his head to see Anita jogging toward them. “Did you—” The giant cardboard box she was wearing knocked into one of the few kindergarteners left in Y/N’s line, nearly sending them to the ground. “Oh my gosh, sorry sweetheart!” She righted the startled child, and Spencer gave her a once over, completely at a loss as to what her costume could be.

“What in the world are you supposed to be?” Y/N asked, choking out a laugh.

Anita looked at her deadpan. “A monopoly piece. Remind me that I’m never participating in team costumes ever again.” She rolled her eyes and gestured at Y/N. “Next year I’m gonna wear an orange t-shirt, call myself a carrot, and be much more comfortable.”

“I’ll have you know this costume was a lot of work,” Y/N remarked, crossing her arms.

“I’m sure it was. You could have put on an orange dress, stuck a green pipe cleaner in your hair, and called it a day, but that’s not the Y/L/N way.” Anita’s eyes slid across to where Spencer stood. “Well, hello, doctor. I have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to be, but I love everything about it.”

“Spencer’s the BFG,” Y/N said, and Spencer could have sworn she sounded almost proud.

“Ah, Roald Dahl, of course.” Anita smirked. “I see you, Spencer. I see you.” She put her hands on her hips— or rather where her hips would have been if they weren’t covered by a ridiculously large box. “So, when are you going to volunteer?”

“Sorry?” he asked.

“Like, when are you going to volunteer in Y/L/N’s classroom?” She held up her hand, palm down, and made a circular motion between the two of them. “You know, hang out, but professionally.”

“Oh my god, did you need something?” Y/N’s squeaked, eyes wide.

Anita ignored her. “You just have to do a background check, but I’m sure you’ll pass it.”

“Lopez,” Y/N said, staring her down. “Do you need something?”

“Oh, I was just going to ask if you got the email about the PD after school on Tuesday. But this was much more fun.” She winked at Spencer. “Bye, Spencer.”

They both stared after her as she nearly skipped across the grass to the building. Y/N turned to him. “I’m— so sorry.”

He met her eyes and took the leap. “Volunteering could be fun.”

He watched her press her lips together to contain her smile. “It could be.”

He didn’t bother containing his own. “I’ll um— I’ll shoot you an email.”

“I’ll respond to your email.”

…

When he walked in the door, Spencer made a beeline for his desk. He opened his laptop and pulled up his email account, writing as fast as his one-finger typing would allow.

Spencer Reid Re: Volunteering

Hi!

I’m just following up about volunteering. Anita mentioned a form that I needed to fill out? Now that I’ll be back to work, I’ll just need to plan around the BAU schedule. Could you give me a list of days that would work for you?

Really looking forward to seeing you in action.

Spencer

He checked his two other email messages, and then left the browser up while he thumbed through his most recent reading material.

He sat at his desk for the remainder of the afternoon, distractedly perusing his book and glancing at his empty inbox every minute or so. His gaze flew up to the screen at the ding of a new message at 6:30, only to find a promotional email from one of his favorite indie bookstores.

He closed his laptop with a sigh. It was a Friday night. Y/N probably just didn’t check her email on the weekend. He could wait until Monday. He’d see her on Monday.

He limited himself to checking his laptop twice a day on Saturday and Sunday. When Monday rolled around, he checked it in the morning. He leaned back against the leather of his chair, staring at the empty inbox. He had some errands to run, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had a phone that had email on it.

He ran his last-day-of-sabbatical errands and stopped in at his favorite coffee shop for most likely the last midday, sit-down coffee he’d have for a while. Before he realized, it was 2:30. He brought his empty mug to the counter and waved to the barista. Then he walked to the car and prepped his conversation starters.

“Did you get my email? I sent you an email, just wondering if you saw it? Hey— Hello— Hi, I wasn’t sure if you got my email.” He blew out a breath. “Hi. How are you?” He waved his hand. “I’m great. Did you get my email?” He laughed into the empty car. “Ridiculous, Spencer. You’re ridiculous.”

When he pulled into the parking lot, his heart was racing and his palms were slipping against the steering wheel. He pulled around the loop, looking with a furrowed brow at the area where Y/N should be. In her place was a short woman with cropped grey hair. She held a clipboard and looked generally overwhelmed.

Michael sprinted to the car as soon as he saw it. He pulled open the door and let out a world weary sigh. Spencer turned in his seat. “Everything all right?”

“No, everything is terrible,” he huffed dramatically. “Ms. Y/L/N was sick today. Mrs. Franklin was our substitute, and she smells weird.”

Spencer looked through the window at Mrs. Franklin, struggling to keep a few rowdy boys in the line. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m sure Ms. Y/L/N will be back soon.” He was secretly relieved that he had a potential explanation for the unanswered email.

“I can’t take another day of Mrs. Franklin,” Michael sighed, buckling his seatbelt. “I hope Ms. Y/L/N’s back tomorrow.”

Spencer let out a breath and pulled away from the curb. “Me, too.”

…

JJ huffed out a breath, glaring at the stack of paperwork in front of her. Spencer was nose deep in a book, but he glanced up at the sound. “I can take a few of those if you want,” he offered.

“No, it’s fine,” she sighed. “I’ve really only got six left.”

He looked at his watch. “Each report takes you approximately 37 minutes. With eight minute breaks in between, you’re not going to be out of here until almost 6:00.”

JJ laughed. “I can’t believe I missed out on these scathing performance reviews for thirty days.”

“Suit yourself.” Spencer dropped his gaze back to his reading.

His first week back from sabbatical had been uneventful to say the least. The team had just wrapped a local case, and they’d spent the better part of the week going over consultations and potentials. It was finally Friday, and Spencer was finished with his stack of backlogged reports.

He was finishing the last chapter of the book when JJ dropped a string of quiet curses. He continued reading, waiting for her to ask. She was quiet for another minute.

“I forgot I’m on duty to pick Michael up today.” Spencer looked up at her, slight panic coming over him.

“I really don’t mind finishing your reports,” he offered.

JJ raised her eyebrows. “What, no offering to visit Ms. Y/L/N?”

Spencer closed his book. “I, um. I sent her an email a week ago, and she hasn’t responded.”

“So?”

“So…” Spencer ran a hand through his hair. “That’s weird, right?”

JJ laughed. “You don’t really use email, so I’d imagine your inbox is pretty orderly. But if you use it a lot, it can be easy for messages to get lost.” She looked at him pointedly. “I can almost guarantee that she’s not ignoring you, Spence.”

He sighed. “I guess there’s a quick way to find out.”

...

Spencer drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the door of the school. He glanced at the clock, noting the class was later than they’d ever been. Without really understanding why, he pulled out of the loop and swung back around to park in the lot. He exited the car, and as he rounded the hood, he spotted them.

Y/N was at the front of the line, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket and mouth pressed into a thin line. The line behind her was unlike he’d ever seen it. No waving arms, no smiles, no giggles. Twenty small bodies followed behind her with absolute and total solemnity, and he felt uncomfortable just watching them. It would have almost been funny if it wasn’t so dramatically out of character.

The line weaved around the more rambunctious classes, maintaining their grave expressions and quiet pace. They reached their spot on the sidewalk, and Y/N didn’t even have to say anything. Spencer watched as the line took their spots behind her. She held one hand up to acknowledge parents as they pulled up, murmuring stoic goodbyes to students as they headed to their vehicles.

He hung back at the hood of the car until the majority of the class was gone, slowly making his way across the parking lot. Y/N’s line of sight was pointed in his direction, but her eyes were unfocused in the afternoon sun. He could see the moment that she registered his presence, her eyes widening slightly and bottom lip releasing from the place she’d been absentmindedly chewing. She shifted her weight as he closed the final few feet between them.

“Hi.” She held a silent hand up in greeting. He clenched and unclenched his fingers. “Rough day?”

“It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, despite what everyone thinks,” she snapped. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes up to the perfectly blue sky, mocking her mood. “I’m sorry. Yes, it was a rough day.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“You don’t deserve my wrath.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the students. “They didn’t either, but— too late for that.”

He watched as she lowered her head back down, rubbing a hand over her face. He desperately wanted to slay whatever dragons had given her normally brilliant eyes such a grey cast. “You have strong relationships with them, and kids are resilient. I’m sure they know you—”

“Please— don’t.” Her voice was thick, and she looked at him with desperate eyes. “I— I appreciate the thought, but I’m— I’m a frustrated crier.” Her shining irises proved her point. “And I’m just— I’m really just trying to keep it together for the last four minutes of my contract time.” Her words were practically a whisper, and she swallowed thickly and glanced down the line, just Michael and one classmate left, eyes downcast.

“I understand.” Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching out and touching her. “I’m sorry. I— I hope your weekend is better than today.”

Michael slowly left the line, murmuring a quiet goodbye to Y/N. Spencer put a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward the car, stealing one last glance at a crushed Y/N.

...

Y/N Y/L/N

Re: Re: Volunteering

Hi,

I meant to respond to this email, and then a bunch of things happened, and then I was out all week.

I don’t know if you even still want to volunteer after this afternoon, but it felt rude to not respond at all.

I’ve attached the background check form to this email in case you’re still interested.

Y/N

1 Attachment: Background Check

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Hi,

I meant what I said this afternoon. Your students love you, and they know you love them. If my conversation with Michael in the car was any indication, they’re feeling rightfully embarrassed and guilty about their behavior while you were out.

Regardless of what happened today, your relationships with your students are strong enough that they will come to school tomorrow knowing that you still care about them. Children don’t hold onto things nearly as much as adults.

It would be a privilege to volunteer in your classroom, even on the worst day.

Spencer

1 Attachment: Background Check - Spencer Reid

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If I wasn’t already crying, I would be now.

Thanks for that.

No sarcasm intended. Really. Thank you.

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This might be inappropriate, and if it is, please just pretend like this email doesn’t exist.

I have a favorite cafe in the DuPont circle area, Soho Tea & Coffee. They have an excellent tea drink made with honey and milk that I like to order whenever I’ve had a particularly difficult day.

If you’re up for it, it’s on me.

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[shipping-all-ships]

I have a weird AU where Adam became God by angelic vote default (basically since Michael was the only archangel around and he started treating Adam as though he was God, the power defaulted to him automatically) and he reversed a LOT of shit that went down and it’s all happy sunshine rainbows

ANYWAY

Some 100 or so years into Adam’s reign he decides to enact Casual Friday, since everyone is still stuck in their stuffy suits all the time. You know, to liven the place up.

It goes horribly.

Lucifer and Balthazar both show up naked. Raphael dressed up like an earth doctor after very intense surgery for some reason. Castiel, after telling Dean in his heaven about it, has been convinced he only needs his trench coat and shoes that day. Anna wears a “if you’re happy and you know it’s your meds” shirt which alright that one was kinda funny. Gabriel looked like he would fit in among the female dancer at the carnival in Rio de Janeiro. Samandriel wears a shirt that says “please be nice to me” and a pair of boxers and his hat. Michael has a mild breakdown at the thought of being in anything other than his fancy suit or the clothes Adam wore, or OUT of them in front of the Heavenly Host. Jack wears feety pajamas. Everyone else just showed up business as usual.

Adam holds an assembly to show them what Casual Work Attire is and that being naked is NOT that.

Next Friday is better. Lucifer wears a cheap devil costume, but Balthazar still insists on being naked and holds a beer bottle in front of his junk. Castiel asks Sam for advice this time. Michael takes off his jacket.

Adam considers this a win.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist Here:

If It Hadn't Been for Love

Mia returned from a long day at work, sighing heavily as she removed her shoes at the door and hung her bag on the hook, taking her lunch bag to the kitchen to empty it of its dishes. The John's had gone out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary, leaving Mia and Michael to have the house to themselves.

After hearing footsteps from above, she smiled to herself as she knew that around seven every other day, Ella was being bathed. Seeming to be the one who managed to sneak up on Michael for once, she peered into the bedroom, seeing Ella laying on her back on the bed, seeing the familiar pattern of the heated blanket Michael had splayed out for her with her new set of pajamas next to her. She leaned against the doorway as she watched Michael tend to Ella, his fatherly instincts coming very natural to him. His touches were feather-like as he treated Ella as if she were paper. The infant smiled up at him as he used a fresh towel to ensure that her skin was dry before he put on her pajamas. She chuckled slightly as she watched him double-check his diaper applying skills for a second time as he was worried he didn't do it right.

"Momma will be home soon, honey." She heard him whisper to Ella, letting her grip his index finger as his other hand buttoned up the infant's clothing. "I think she'll be proud of me for actually bathing you right. I don't see any soap I left in your hair this time." He chuckled, looking at Ella's perfect face. It amazed him that he could create such a beautiful being.

"For the record, you didn't leave soap in her hair last time," Mia giggled, entering the room, seeing Ella now held in Michael's arms as he was getting ready to walk down the stairs to get her bottle from the counter he had left to get to room temperature. "I was only teasing you."

He grinned at her as she approached, leaning down to let her kiss his bearded cheek before greeting her infant, his heart fluttering as he watched Ella smile at her mother. This will never get old.

"How was your day?"

"Rough, per usual." She scoffed, leaning her head on Michael's shoulder.

"Did they keep you overtime today too?"

"No, I went straight to the horses to feed before coming home. I didn't feel like going back out." She chuckled.

"You know I don't like you going out there by yourself," He shook his head. "Not after everything that happened..."

"Believe me, I've been keeping up with that. He's pending trial and serious jail time. I highly doubt he'll be stupid enough to come after me again."

He scoffed, "He was stupid enough to come after you after taunting me that day too." Referring to the time Mia had crossed paths with him at the store while she was shopping for baby supplies.

"I know, but don't think I didn't take my gun with me. Those cameras I got out there now have been making me feel better since the horses aren't exactly in my backyard anymore."

"I just don't want anything to happen to you." He huffed.

"I'll be fine, Michael. You've done more than enough to make sure I'm safe but know I'm not completely defenseless." She assured him.

"I don't doubt it," He sighed, watching her remove the elastic from her hair, sighing as she removed her jacket and laid it over the chair. "You okay?"

"I'm just tired, Michael."

"I know you are," He replied, putting a now sleepy Ella in the bassinet before approaching Mia. "I'll go get a bath ready for you and make you something to eat."

"No, Michael, it's okay," She waved her hand. "I have to get ready for work tomorrow. I still have to make a bottle or two to stay ahead because I don't want her to run out-"

"We have formula too for when we need it, Mia," Michael reassured her. "You're stressing yourself out again."

"I know, but I can't help it."

"Yes, you can. You don't need your heart monitor going off again."

She huffed, "And I'm trying for it not to, but-"

"No buts, Mia," Michael raised a brow. "How many times has it gone off today?"

"I can't remember, but I wrote it down on a piece of paper and carried it with me. I think I palpitated three or four times throughout the day..."

He huffed, "Let me see."

She looked at him, pouting before extending her wrist out to him, showing him her watch that had also been tracking her heart rate. "It's gone off four times today, Mia..."

"Something like that, I guess." She frowned.

"Is work really stressing you out that bad?"

She fought the tears welling up in her eyes, chewing at her lip as she looked around, desperately trying to ignore Michael's intense gaze. He knew exactly what was going on in that head of hers. He just wished she'd tell him.

"It... It's not just work, Michael. I-" She frowned. "I'm stressed out about all of this. We don't have a house anymore, I'm constantly worried about the horses, I'm worried about how the insurance is going to play out, some of the girls at work are constantly questioning me about Ella and if things got settled with Kevin, I'm worried about him coming after me again-"

She was babbling again.

Like usual, he put his index finger over her lips to silence her. He knew why she was stressed out and quite frankly, so was he. However, he didn't have the worries of a gruelling job on his back, but he could admit that he kept himself busy when Mia left up until she came home. He too was worried: worried about his baby girl and if he had played his cards right on being a first-time father, worrying on how he would get rid of Kevin, worrying about Mia and her palpitations and other health issues, afraid that she would relapse, worried about keeping her and Ella safe... The list goes on.

"I know why you're worried," He assured her. "You need a break."

"How am I going to take a break when I have all of this going on in my head? I can't just take a break from being a mother-"

"I'm not saying that. I'm saying you need a break from work."

She huffed, "I only have a couple of weeks for paid time off..."

"Then why don't you plan for somewhere for us to go? Somewhere that you can keep your mind off of things here?" He suggested. Although he hated the idea of going out of town, he too wondered if that's what he needed too. After all, he has been in Haddonfield his whole life.

"Like a vacation?"

"What else would it be?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. It seems odd that you're the one wanting to take a vacation."

He shrugged, "Just giving ideas."

"What if I were to take the horses with me? Like what if we went camping somewhere-"

"It's whatever you want to do. Being isolated somewhere in the woods sounds better than some hotel..." He grinned.

"Yeah, I think I know why," She scoffed. "You can really be yourself, huh?"

"We're way past that. I was thinking of something else..."

"Michael!"

"What?"

She shook her head, "Nothing. So, I guess I'll start looking at some places..."

"Do you want to ask your brother too?"

"Oh, no, no, mister," She shook her finger and arched her brow. "I know exactly why you want him to go!"

"Why?"

"So you two can watch stupid football and leave me and LJ to babysit you two!"

Michael scoffed.

"And because you don't have nobody else to drink beer with!"

"Fine. Just me and you." He chuckled.

"Hmph. Besides, John doesn't much like camping anyway. He's always been a clean freak."

[theawkwardanglophile]

The Tolerance Evaluation

Happy Fluff Crawlspace 2021! I was FINALLY able to write a fic for this special day. It’s actually one I’d started probably not long after the finale aired, but never went back to finish it. I always wanted a little more closure after Sheldon and Amy’s argument before their Nobel ceremony, so here it is. Enjoy, my friends. I love you all!

You can also read on FF here.

Sheldon's vision blurred as he watched the feathers on Amy's dress multiply. It had been an amazing but exhausting day. So many handshakes (much to his chagrin), interviews, photos, congratulations, and by the end of it all, so many hugs exchanged with their friends as they said goodnight, and Sheldon apologized for his behavior once more. After his speech earlier this evening, the gang had decided it was all water under the bridge anyway. It wasn't to Sheldon. He realized just how close he had come to losing all of them, and he was determined to appreciate his friends better from here on out.

And his wife.

If he was being honest, the biggest contributing factor to his exhaustion was this nagging fear that things still weren't right between him and Amy. Sure, she was fine during the ceremony, and every time their eyes met during all of the mingling and interviews, she'd given him a smile. But he wasn't convinced. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk alone since they were in their hotel room earlier when Amy had spoken words that had shaken him to his core.

He thought today would be perfect; finally winning the prize he'd sought after his whole life, with his brilliant wife standing proudly beside him sharing the victory. By all accounts, it was one of the best days of his life. But knowing there was a chance Amy might not be as happy in their marriage as he had believed left him rattled. He had to make this right.

They finally were able to return to their hotel room for the night. They were both so tired of talking that neither one said much on the way back.

Once the door was closed they began to change into their pajamas. Sheldon was quite ready to get out of his tuxedo, and he imagined Amy's feet were hurting from her fancy shoes.

They quietly went through their nighttime routines, Sheldon first, then Amy. He got in bed and waited for her to join him. Part of him just wanted to sleep and let this go until morning, but he didn't think he actually would sleep if he put it off.

Amy turned out the lights around the room except for the one by their bed and crawled into the covers. "Wow, we really did it," she said.

"We did," Sheldon agreed cautiously. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, but I still have so much adrenaline. It might take me a little while to actually fall asleep."

"In that case, can we talk?"

Amy nodded.

"It's about what you said before the ceremony. When you told me sometimes you merely tolerate me."

"I'm sorry I said that. I was just frustrated."

"It scared me, Amy. Am I really that terrible to be around? I don't want to be that way. I don't want you to just tolerate me."

Amy shifted to face him better. "I wasn't trying to scare you, Sheldon. I just wanted you to open your eyes and see what you were doing to those around you."

Sheldon closed his eyes in frustration. "I honestly thought I had made progress with our friends over the past few years. You've helped me become a better friend, but obviously, I haven't mastered it yet. And I am sorry for the way I treated you, and everyone else."

Gently placing her hand on her husband's cheek, Amy said, "Look, you can be difficult to deal with sometimes, but our friends know this and still love you. And I love you, no matter what, remember? That will never diminish. You're the only one I would want to be with on this journey. You're the only one I wanted standing with me on that stage."

Sheldon reached out to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close, needing to feel her against him as relief swept through him. They were going to be ok. "Having you up there with me was the best part of the ceremony."

"And your speech was beautiful, by the way," Amy whispered, her head resting on his chest.

"Thank you. This night would never have even happened if it wasn't for you."

He could feel her smile into his pajamas as she said, "Part of me still doesn't believe it did happen. It hasn't fully registered yet."

"Neither has the fact that Leonard and Penny are having a child."

"I know! I'm so excited," Amy exclaimed. "Did Leonard really say that about their babies being smart and beautiful?"

Sheldon nodded. "He did, and then I added they would be imaginary."

"Sheldon!"

"Well, by all the information I had gathered, it didn't seem possible at the time. But I was…wrong, apparently."

Amy cast him a mischievous smile, as she fingered the hair at the base of his neck. "I was thinking…what if Leonard and Penny's child had a playmate to grow up with?"

"I suppose Halley and Michael will be suitable playmates eventually. Why are you asking this?"

Rolling her eyes, she replied, "I meant, what do you think about starting to try for our own baby?"

"Oh!"

"I mean, we just accomplished probably the biggest milestone of our careers. It seems like a good time, don't you think?"

Sheldon could see it all unfolding in his mind, a baby of their own, growing up with the baby of his best friends. He used to never think he would ever want this, but now it sounded like the most wonderful idea. He'd actually been ready to start their family for some time now but wanted to at least wait until the Nobel was behind them.

"If you're ready, Amy, then so am I."

They both leaned in for a kiss. Sheldon meant for it to be brief, but as soon as their lips met, his overwhelmed emotions took over. He wanted Amy to understand everything he was feeling in that moment, everything he had felt the entire day. His love for her had never been stronger.

They continued to deepen the kiss until Amy pulled back to blurt out, "Want to start now?"

Sheldon paused, trying to gather his thoughts.

Amy rushed on, "I, uh, don't know if you had anything on your schedule, if you're still making a schedule, but I want to be with you tonight if you'll have me."

"Amy, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't schedule celebratory lovemaking on the biggest night of our lives?"

Smiling, Amy leaned back in to kiss him once more. "I love you, Sheldon," she whispered against his mouth.

"I love you, Amy."

Nine months later, little Leonard Cooper arrived to upend their lives in the most wonderful way.

Biggest night of their lives, indeed.

[spaceorphan18]

99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #33

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

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Thad (Michael) 

The minute they get out of the car, Thad wonders if this is even a good idea. It’s not like they hadn’t called Blaine and talked to him the day before. It’s not like they hadn’t gone out of their way to get cards and flowers and a giant gift basket full of chocolates and other treats. It’s not like they hadn’t felt so remarkably guilty after they found out that Blaine had to have surgery. Surgery!

Thad, like most of the Warblers, isn’t a huge fan of Sebastian Symthe -- not before when he smarmed his way to leading their group -- not after the showdown with the New Directions that left Blaine nearly blinded by a rock slushie. The old crew doesn’t tolerate bullying, and Smythe is just a big bully. There’s going to be a council meeting next week to get him removed, but Thad has an inkling that nothing will come of it. Sebastian’s family has thrown too much money at Dalton to have him face any real consequences.

Thad is annoyed just thinking about it. He misses the days when the Warblers had been just a simple group where they all hung out and had fun. He misses Wes and David. He misses the sunshine that Blaine had brought to the group. A few of his good friends have already defected. Even Trent has been talking about leaving. Being in the Warblers is just depressing now.

As they make their way up Blaine’s driveway, the small group of them rather quiet as they do so, they’re way up the porch steps is blocked by a very angry and tense Kurt Hummel. They should have suspected as much. Kurt has his arms tightly folded across his chest, his jaw is tight, and he looks as though he might bore holes through all of them just by force of will.

Thad doesn’t know Kurt all that well -- even though he had once been a part of the Warblers. But he does know that Blaine thinks the Earth and moon of him. And, for better or worse, they trust Blaine’s judgment. Still, Thad feels mighty uncomfortable with Kurt’s icy gaze on him.

“What are you guys doing here?” Kurt snaps as they approach.

“We came to see Blaine,” Thad says for the group. “To say sorry.”

“Well, I’m sure Blaine would like to see you, too - but unfortunately, you guys trying to blind him makes it a little hard for him to see anything at the moment,” Kurt says, viciously.

“That wasn’t us, Kurt. That was Sebastian.” Thad points out. The other guys behind him all agree.

“And no one stopped him? Who handed him that slushie in the first place?” Kurt’s accusation lands heavy in the air.

“We don’t know,” Thad says. It’s true - that night seems all a blur. And while there are a few new guys who make up a part of Sebastian’s gang, Thad is sure that none of them -- none of the real Warblers would have partook in such a prank if they had known how dangerous it was going to be. “There’s an investigation. I assure you, we want justice, too!”

“Kurt, we really are sorry,” Trent speaks up for the first time. “And we want Blaine to know that. Look, we brought him a gift.” He holds up the gift basket for Kurt to see.

Kurt is not amused. “Are you sure nothing is going to pop out of it?”

Thad’s resolve breaks. He just wants to see his friend and apologize. He doesn’t care if Kurt doesn’t trust them. But he does care if Blaine does. “Kurt, c’mon - no one wants to see Blaine hurt more than he is. Let us see him.”

Thad makes a move to push past Kurt, but Kurt holds out his hand, stopping him. “No!” Kurt explodes, stunning all of them in their spots. “No, maybe you guys should have thought about that -- about him when you agreed to take the side of that weasley, rat-faced, shit-head with no tact or class to run your group. Maybe one of you should have had the guts to stand up and put him in his place. Maybe you guys should have thought of Blaine before you agreed to do the stupid sing-off in a darkened parking lot. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, because when I came to Dalton - it was a sanctuary and a safe haven, and now all it is is a breeding ground for rich bullies--”

“Kurt?” Kurt’s rant breaks off when the front door opens and Blaine comes out. He’s in a full set of pajamas, and is wearing an eye-patch over his hurt eye, but is in a much brighter mood than Thad expected him to be in. “I heard voices and… oh , hey guys! I didn’t know you were going to be here.” Blaine’s face lights up upon seeing them, easing the tension between the Warblers and Kurt.

“We came to give you this,” Trent says, again holding up the gift basket.

“And say we’re sorry,” Thad adds, shooting an acid look over at Kurt. “But Kurt needed to give us a piece of his mind first.”

“I wanted to make sure they weren’t going to pull anything,” Kurt says, staring them down still.

Blaine comes up behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist. Kurt softens, slightly, at Blaine’s touch. “They’re my friends, Kurt. They’re here in good faith, I’m sure.”

“They haven’t kicked out Sebastian,” Kurt argues though with far less venom than he had spewed at the Warblers.

“Let them through Kurt.” Blaine insists. Kurt turns his head back, and the two stare at each other for a moment, as if having a private, unspoken conversation. Surprisingly, Kurt is the one who relents. Blaine guides Kurt to the side of the porch, allowing the Warblers to come up the steps.

The Warblers all swarm around Blaine, wanting to give hugs and pass along their gifts, and they are a little relieved that Blaine has welcomed them so warmly. Still, as they’re ushered inside, Thad, for a moment, locks eyes with Kurt, and sees something dark there. Something that says clearly -- that they are not to try anything, or the wrath of Kurt Hummel will fall upon them. He’s protecting Blaine, Thad understands that. That just wishes that energy isn’t so focused on them.

Thad hopes he’s around when Kurt unleases that energy on Sebastian instead.

[bearseokie]

boyfriend! oneus

[ gender-neutral! ]

oneus m.list | navi. | nsfw! bf! oneus (M)

Ravn:

selfie game, strong! between his insane visuals and like-minded camera angles, you're never let down by his pretty selfies that he sends you throughout the day. mainly paired with his chin to his chest while he's pouting and a silly caption.

if you think his selfies are good, the way he takes couple pictures? chef's kiss. you're never low on pics to post to social media or to put on your fridge. even the embarrassing ones, but he'll whine about those later.

matching onesies or couple pajamas.

walks up to you just to rest his chin on your head or shoulder and breathe you in.

holds your hand in the way that his entire hand envelops the width of your fingers while you hold on to his thumb.

asks for you to buy him flowers more than he gets them for you. you can't help but want to see his eyes sparkle at the sight of a dozen roses, though.

is probably biting his lip unwillingly but also on purpose. it's a habit you learn to enjoy. he does it when he's focused too, so you always know if he's paying attention or not. as confident as he is, he blushes when you call him out for it.

wraps his arms all the way around your torso and picks you up in a hug just because he can.

will see something out of the corner of his eye and make a whole circle to turn towards it. usually it's a gift of a random item he thinks you'll adore, and you always do. you'll gain a little collection of things you never imagined you'd own being with him.

genuinely not used to physical contact and tends to be rougher than he means to be. he's a temperate boy that has a habit of patting your head or kissing you a little too hard because he's in love and is still learning.

talks your ears off when you're alone. if you don't pull his beanie over his face, he won't shut up.

comes across as intimidating, but is literally the most considerate person. like he will physically reel you backwards just to gently push away an eyelash from your cheek and kiss your lips.

big pant, big shirt. aka his and your big pant and big shirt. sharing is caring. he gets butterflies in his stomach watching your hand caress over the clothes hanging in his closet as you search for something to wear.

unintentional - but completely intentional - lip locking. like he'll bend over to reach across your form laying on the bed when you’re distracted and he’ll be right in your face. before you know it, you're sitting up and your lips are colliding. especially loves doing this in public because your warm face is his rapid beating heart.

will admit to others how much he loves you but will be so stubborn behind closed doors. says things like "are you sure we're talking about the same person? me, wait— me? I'm in love with you? no— no, you're right. I'm guilty."

pouty boy with big, pleading eyes all the time.

runs his fingertips over the lines of your hands. you catch him mimicking them on his own and smiling like an idiot when they match.

take his flannels. do it.

late nights where he bursts through your door while you're sleeping and shakes you awake to run a few lyrics by you. always second guesses himself, but when he sees that you're actually taken back by the words, he gets all smiley bolts back to work.

snuggles into your pillow until you lay down with him, then you're his true cuddle buddy.

Seoho:

dramatically pulls his coats off to put over your shoulders. his constant body heat can warm you up immediately.

takes you on movie dates just to sit in the very back and have heavy make outs with you. like panting, fingers laced in each other's hair, bodies fighting to get into each other’s seats — make out sessions.

his! laugh! the way you can get him to laugh is definitely one of his favorite things in the world, and his smile could light up a room. also has the tendency to laugh at you even when you're not being funny.

pushes his face into the crook of your neck to fall asleep. his breath on your skin can make you feel weird and loved at the same time, but his sound sleeps are worth it. also pushes you to lay on your back so he can curl up beside you and rub his forehead against you.

more chaotic dates where he does things you're afraid of just to show you not to be so scared. hugs you like a koala for the rest of the day.

matching outfits like crazy. even down to the accessories. loves spoiling you with new outfits even if you tell him you hate getting gifts so often.

hugs your waist and lifts you up to reach something instead of getting it down himself.

will have the same pic of you and him set as everything. his phone’s lockscreen, wallpaper, his laptop’s lockscreen, wallpaper, profile pics, it’s the only post on his social media.

so in love that it can come across as icky. blushing cheeks, sweaty palms, a bounce in his step.

mocks you like you’re already an old married couple. but his loving banter comes off as charming.

the saying 'know you like the back of my hand' had to have been written by him, himself, because he does, in fact, know you that well. he knows the different sounds of your sneezes - aka whether you have a cold or not. he knows the change of your morning voice versus the tone you have in the middle of the day. anything going through your mind, this man has down pact.

random night calls where he just goes 'I'm at the door, let me in." because his hands are too full to reach for his key. stumbles in with bags full of snacks and treats just to have you both sit on the floor eating and ranting until dawn.

the softest kisses. and I mean the softest kisses. like michael angelo adding details to his paintings, type soft. you can hardly ever feel them and barely knows he's there until he starts laughing or vibrating from the sudden eye contact you're giving him.

would rather waddle side to side in a back hug than let you go to walk somewhere alone.

has a list of everything he loves to share with you over time. movies, music, random memos in his phone.

included in those phone memos are literally so many details about you that it can make your eyes roll. he has the smallest details noted and little asterisks to remind him to write them down in a physical journal one day, but you might have to do that for him.

a lot quieter than he makes himself out to be. is basically a ghost when you're around him. the only way you really ever know where he is is if he's lugging around a bluetooth speaker with music playing.

messy! hair! he will literally refuse to brush his own hair until you do it for him. loves it more if you just use your fingers to comb his locks.

squinted eyes because he's smiling at you so hard that he'll probably bump into something in the process.

lets you hold both sides of his face in your palms. especially if he's cold. sometimes you can squish.

Leedo:

being with gunhak — it is literally a love novel.

warm eyes that sparkle when he looks at you. you notice it and keep quiet just to bask in his affection, but it’s always the first thing people mention when they talk about your relationship.

can’t help but reach his hand across the table to hold yours while you eat.

scrunches his nose when you say silly things.

the most attentive person when you’re telling a story. will sit with his chin in his palm and his eyes going between your gaze and lips as you speak. makes constant “mhm” and “ohh” sounds to let you know he’s right in the story with you. stops you to laugh at the way you say a specific word. you both spend hours sitting somewhere together just telling stories back and forth until the sun rises or sets.

can’t go a single day without throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you around.

has his hand on your lower back all day. like all day. in public, at home, in bed while you're sleeping. as long as his hand is on your back, you know he’s next to you.

his face is always a hotter temperature than the rest of his body, especially if you’ve been looking at him all day. crimson cheeks, red-tipped ears, reddened lips because he can’t stop kissing you.

sleeps with you laying in between his legs and your head on his chest. you fall asleep to the beat of his heartbeat while he plays with your fingers and listens to your breathing.

puts you in the shopping cart before any items just so he can wheel you around and listen to you laugh when he pretends he’s going to ram into something.

will pull the shirt/jacket/top he was wearing over his head and toss it to you to wear or hug if he’s leaving so you don’t miss him too much.

isn’t extremely good with speaking words to express what he wants to say, so oftentimes you find little notebook pages folded around the house with love notes written on them. him telling you how much he appreciates how much you do for him. him saying ‘i love you’ in different colored ink in different kinds of ways. sometimes a smashed flower in between the pages just for added scents. completely a cheesy romantic with love notes.

likes to let you drive so he can put his elbow against the window and stare at you from across the front of the vehicle. while you’re focused he’s grinning and giggling because it’s ‘super adorable’.

sends flowers to your work at the most inappropriate times in order to keep anyone that’s been flirting with you in their place. very subtle about being protective, and thankfully never has to make large leaps to have others understand you’re unavailable. thinks it’s the best thing in the world when someone is eyeing you and you come running to him to dramatically toss your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his lips.

enjoys having cleverly matching pieces. a pair of earrings shared between the two of you. matching bracelets. soft cotton shirts you can wear on your days off. two blankets of the same designs but different colors.

severely embraces breaking his shyness when it comes to pda. will pull you into his arms and kiss you while walking down the street. lets you sit on his lap in a busy place. carries you on his back around big stores.

works out with you around him. if he wants to do sit ups, you're holding his feet. if he wants to do push ups, you're laying under him giving him kisses every time he comes down.

forehead kisses. temple kisses. cheek kisses. literally all of the softest kisses.

terribly difficult to wake up, but the sound of your voice will draw his lids to open in an instant so he can see your smiling face.

super nervous about the entire relationship so you have to guide him at a reasonable pace. hold his hand first, kiss him first, even say 'i love you' first, but he'll return it all in a beat after you express your love.

Hwanwoong:

would be the one to have that situation where you met by running into each other at full force and had to laugh it off despite how much pain you were both in. he does something like offer to buy you a drink as an apology and then he never leaves your side.

sits with him between your legs and his back pressed into your front so you can hug him around his waist and lean on him.

smells are a huge deal to him. hoards light scented candles and renames them with comic titles or references to your relationship just to make you laugh when he calls them out in conversations.

runs his fingers through your hair as a way of showing affection on a regular basis. if you’re in public, he’ll sneak in a quick kiss just because he isn’t huge on pda.

but not liking pda doesn't mean he won't cling to you behind closed doors. he can't go very long without brushing his skin against your own, even in a subtle way.

physically capable of making meals on his own, or with you, but he's too lazy. enjoy the take out! also huge on getting snack foods to feed you in a romantic way without it being intentional.

quiet. very quiet. he enjoys silence while holding you or waking up in the midst of the night just to hear you sleeping peacefully. it's his solace.

although he gets whiny, he will let you do anything you want to him. test out makeup looks on him, play with his hair, make him dress up for you. just as long as you can reciprocate by going on sweet dates with him or let him read his favorite stories to you, he's all for it.

gets you random, very personal gifts. his attentiveness is insane, so he'll give you something like a better-formed pillow to help you sleep or a journal of your silly inside jokes to keep around when you have to be apart.

pretends he's not emotional during the day only to spill the deepest things to you at night. you're his diary and he loves you for that.

but with his distant state, you're still the one to notice things first. if he's too tired, if he's hungry - you know the tell-tale signs and can quietly get him back on his feet. you’re basically his weakness and muse all at once.

he might be the last one to wake up, but that's just because he enjoys knowing you slept by his side all night.

tilts your head to the side to kiss you because he thinks it's romantic.

doesn't care who you think you are, he will give you a piggyback ride.

does that thing where you'll be doing something important and he'll be sat next to you whispering jokes into your ear to keep you from getting stressed. also has to hold your hand the entire time or else he'll get up.

intuitive to your emotions and feelings. if you're in pain somewhere, he's in pain. if you're laughing, he's laughing.

the most pleasing, deep morning voice ever. doesn't even have to try. it's like two octaves lower than his regular voice and will always give you the shivers.

instead of big things for dates he does tasks like have all of your house chores done when you return or studies up on your school work to help you out. it's his way of showing affection and appreciation. but he does bigger things too like cover your bathroom in flower petals with a nice bath running when you get home.

has a tendency of saying your name the most when he’s sleeping.

makes choreography and dedicates them to you all the time. will tug you into the practice room to show you moves. but then he's giggling uncontrollably and starts complimenting you until you kiss him.

Keonhee:

records everything all the time. has backup storage just so he can film everything you both do or take a thousand pictures. spends literal hours printing out the pictures to make photo albums or put them on his wall so he never has to go a moment without seeing you. carries around a physical, mini album just to stare at while he’s traveling or feels lonely.

loves showering with you. will take the showerhead off of the wall and hold it over you while making lightsaber sounds.

loves the sound of you saying his name more than anything. when he's happy, upset, angry - just a call of his name can settle his emotions. and maybe a kiss too.

will sit or lay somewhere and just stare at you with a big, goofy grin on his face and loving sparkles in his eyes for no particular reason.

claps your hands together before he holds them.

makes music playlists titled with hysterical names that are more distracting than the chaos of the actual list. names them with emojis and such to see if you can code his secret love messages.

his lips are always redder than normal around you. quite literally doesn't know when or how to stop kissing you.

cannot comprehend how he could love someone more than you. it's that dumb love like he'll trip over his own two feet, say your name instead of his own when ordering something, or even intentionally get something he hates just because you like it.

changes the color of the led lights to define the mood. happy, sad, sexy time. the room is a rainbow every week.

contrary to popular belief of the cancer man, he's not clingy until you tell him to be. postpones all physical contact to the last moment when you ask why he's distant and give him consent to holding you whenever he wants. then he never lets you go.

has to be even in height with you ninety percent of the day, even if you're off by a few centimeters. helps you sit on the kitchen counter, hunches to kiss you, lifts you up by your waist.

being on opposite ends of a room while he's doing hand gestures and silently singing you the song stuck in his head.

his most genuine habit is giving away all of his emotions in his eyes. one glance and you know exactly how he feels, even if he isn't speaking about it aloud.

thinks being out in the rain is extremely romantic but will pull you back inside at the first drop because "you might get a cold".

hardly wears clothes when he starts getting seriously comfortable with you. no shirt, maybe some pajama pants, maybe some socks with random patterns on them. if he gets hot at any point, shield your eyes.

pouts without actually pouting. you'll hear a little huff from beside you instead.

put your belongings into the rips of his jeans instead of his pockets. they're 'safe'.

visibly shudders when he gets to hold your hand after a long day.

so many shoulder kisses you can't even keep up with them anymore.

you have a collection of him scrunching his nose when you're trying to get soft couple pictures because he can't take it seriously.

Xion:

if you fall asleep on him at any point during the day, he'll wrap you in his jacket or a blanket around you and carry you to bed. he'll let you rest comfortably while he lays beside you and watches you sleep while running his fingers across your face in a loving way.

sleeps holding your hand no matter what position you're both in.

dates are basically: carnivals to sit at the top of the ferris wheel and make out peacefully, picnics in the park to pick flowers and put them in your hair, going to bookstores just to shuffle through the comics and mangas.

bites you. slowly. he’s not the type to just bite into your skin randomly, more like you’ll get big puppy eyes and know he’s up to something before you feel a little nibble.

competitive in an ‘i’ll let you win if you give me a kiss’ way. guess who always wins. sike it’s him because he can use it as an excuse to make you pouty and then kiss you until you can’t even pretend to be angry anymore.

loves singing to you and only you.

hand-makes you jewelry because he finds it more endearing than buying them. plus it's sentimental.

hates blushing in front of others, but you can make him blush from a few words. loves the pet names you come up with. they sound like common conversation pieces so no one questions why you said them until they notice his face is nearly crimson.

unintentionally does romantic stuff. plays ballads over a speaker while prancing around until you take his hand and dance with him. finds a rose bush and gently clips a single flower to put in a vase for you. absentmindedly kisses your knuckles when he sees you for the first time in a while.

has the hardest time showing emotions, but does have the tendency to cry when parting or send you chain texts about how much he misses you when he's away.

random cheek kisses throughout the day.

sweater paws because you're both wearing his large hoodies and holding hands.

has more soft objects than you've ever witnessed a person own. now they're partially yours, so choose a stuffed animal.

random store dates where you go inside and find the strangest items you both fall in love with and get to put on display at home. you know when you go to someone's house and see an object that makes you question how it got there? he gets a lot of those for the two of you. 'conversation pieces', he says.

remembers cheesy quotes to tell you throughout the day to make you smile. if he wasn't in love, he'd never think twice about memorizing them.

probably thinking about kissing you every second of every day, but he uses his kisses wisely.

steals your shirts to sleep with when he's away because they smell like you.

cannot handle more than holding your hand in public at first, but he'll learn to love pda very quickly if you enjoy it.

where has all his phone's storage gone? oh, they're just pictures of you sleeping.

so adorned by you that his eyes literally sparkle, even if you're in his peripheral.

[ladykissingfish]

Halloween with the Akatsuki

Konan

Dress-up isn’t really for her, and neither is going out to join in any festivities. She prefers to go the homemade treats and scary movie route, staying either by herself or with her fellow Akatsuki members who think the same way. She’s the one who will decorate the house (often with Tobi’s help) with orange and purple lights, hanging ghosts and witches, and an entirely too-real-looking scarecrow. Might decide to wear some spooky-printed pajamas and/or a matching robe. Also makes herself of use to anyone who’s dressing up and needs help applying face paint or makeup. She also stays up the latest to ensure that those who do go out make it home safe and sound, although she doesn’t tell anyone that this is why she’s still awake.

Deidara and Hidan:

Normally these two don’t get along (to put it mildly) and avoid each other like the plague. However, on Halloween, it’s a different story. These two are the youngest in the Akatsuki and therefore much more into the “holiday spirit” than the others. They’ll help each other with costumes (Hidan figures that his normal getup/ritual black and white paint is scary enough, and Deidara will dress as a literal “bang”; bright, flashy clothing ((definitely with a cape)) with small handmade explosives set to go off at regular intervals). Deidara will likely be made to take Tobi trick or treating during the early hours of the evening, and Hidan will tag along; not because he likes candy but because he figures the sugar will give him a needed boost of energy for the rest of the evening. Once Deidara finishes with Tobi, he and Hidan will set out for some greater fun. Haunted houses are their favorite; they can separate themselves from the crowd and hide within the exhibits, to scare the bejesus out of everyone else. Deidara can throw as many bombs as he wants ((and at point-blank range)), and Hidan can lure countless unsuspecting sacrifices people into the darkness; and the best part of it? Everyone thinks it’s just part of the show. It’s only when the others realize that the “fake blood” and “fake dead bodies” aren’t so fake that they decide to dip out. Likely to end the night sneaking Kakuzu’s sake from his room, getting completely shit-faced, eating ALL of Tobi’s candy (which he’ll cry about to no end in the morning), then passing out face-down on the floor. Will have to be dragged to their own rooms by Sasori and Kakuzu, and in the morning Kakuzu will be as loud as humanly possible to punish the two hungover idiots for stealing his alcohol.

Tobi

A holiday whose sole purpose is to get as much free candy as possible? Sign. Him. The FUCK. Up. He doesn’t really bother with much of a costume (after all he’s already wearing a mask that greatly resembles a lollipop) but might adorn it with a set of cat ears and tail. He’ll beg his senpai to take him trick or treating (which will be refused at first because “You’re a grown man for fuck’s sake, hm!”, but then Pein and Konan will use some “gentle persuasion” on the blonde until Tobi’s wish is granted). He’s thorough with it; he’s had Zetsu infiltrate houses for weeks beforehand to find out who has what candy, so he knows the best route to take. When he’s done (or rather when Deidara’s patience has run out) he’ll go back to the hideout and start eating his hard-earned treats. But not too much; because Konan is also making pumpkin and ghost shaped cookies and green-dyed hot chocolate. Will end the night watching scary movies (during which he’ll hide behind a pillow) with Konan and Kakuzu (Kakuzu insists the movies are boring but for some reason he has yet to leave the room). Sometimes accidentally slips into Obito voice when talking about how much he “gets” Michael Myers. 9/10 will fall asleep and be covered with a blanket to stay on the couch. Also 9/10 will wake up to find his candy gone because of senpai and the jerk Hidan, and will sob about it until Deidara caves and goes out and buys him several bagfuls of (now conveniently discounted) Halloween candy.

Kakuzu

Likes to answer the door for trick or treaters, but instead of candy he’ll give out what he feels is “more helpful”. Like, pamphlets on how to start a 401k, or advice on what stocks are a good investment, or tips how to save the most when shopping at the grocery store. Most children are unappreciative of the old grouch’s “treats”, however, and the Akatsuki house always ends up heavily egged and TP’d. But hey ... that means free eggs ((the ones that aren’t too damaged, anyway)) and free toilet paper: win-win. When not answering the door, he joins some of the others in their “scary” movie fest. Not because he thinks the flicks are in anyway scary ((to him they seem more like comedies)) but he likes to analyze the actions of the main characters to see how and where they went wrong; good practice for future missions.

Pein

Thinks the “holiday” is utterly pointless, but gives his blessing for the others to indulge in in however they see fit.

Zetsu

This is the night of the year that Zetsu brings in the most revenue to the Akatsuki. He scopes out what places are having costume contests with cash prizes, and he enters, and literally always wins first place. Nobody can figure out how he “made” a costume so wonderfully realistic, with the unique dual skin-tone and the lush foliage. This is also a good time for him to indulge in sweet treats ... and NOT the candy kind. Lots of dumb teenagers like to wander out to the woods and have Halloween parties; their exuberance and intoxication lets them see Zetsu as just another guy with an awesome get-up. Getting one or two or ten of them away from the group is child’s play, and devouring them? Easier than taking candy from a Tobi. Sometimes will take a severed hand or foot and enter ANOTHER contest as a carnivorous Venus fly trap.

Itachi and Kisame

Neither of these two like to go out, so they spend time at the house together. Kisame goes out the day before and raids a pumpkin patch, and the two spend a good part of Halloween evening expressing their “artistic” sides on different jack-o-lanterns ((which will be mercilessly criticized by Deidara)). Kisame’s masterpiece is Samehada at his strongest and Itachi’s is the portrait of who he SAYS is himself as a younger man ((but is clearly that little brother of his)). Kisame is not a fan of candy, but Itachi is, so Tobi will bring him a large handful of his own to share. They will abandon their customary tea and biscuits for warm apple cider and whatever confectionary delight Konan is making. Might also join the others for scary movies at some point. Most Halloween’s end up with Deidara and Hidan coming back to the house very late, drinking too much, and falling asleep. This might be the ONLY time Itachi ever initiates an act of aggression against them, as he takes advantage of their out-of-it states to put each of their hands in a cup of warm water ((a trick he learned from Hidan himself)) and letting nature (and overfilled bladders) take its course. Kisame sees him doing this and laughs himself sick; it always amuses him when he sees his partner drop his ultra-serious nature and let loose like a normal young person.

Sasori

It’s always been said of Halloween for sweet-consumers to be aware of what they’re eating, as many unscrupulous people out there can hide poison in the candy. Sasori is that person who parents warn their kids about. However, Sasori doesn’t direct his malice towards children; rather, adults. He concocts a variety of poisons, sleeping agents and other horrors, laces candy or apples with it, and has his secret subordinates in other villages pass them out to pre-selected individuals ((usually people that the redhead has some sort of grudge against)). Sasori keeps careful track of his lab rats by sending small, drone-like puppets out to observe them, and record their reactions from time of consumption to whatever end comes for them. This research greatly helps him in terms of future poison preparations. If particularly bored, he’ll dress up some of his larger puppets in terrifying attire, and send them out in the darkness to stalk and frighten the life out of young trick-or-treaters. He’s likely to join some of the others who watch movies, or, if he’s in time to catch Deidara after the blonde passes out from his night of fun, he’ll take a marker and write “Art is Eternal” across his face ... in multiple languages.

[belpheroo]

Could I request something for mc treating luke like her little brother/son? Idk just like how luke would react or what others would think about it I just love him so much and I want to spoil and baby him lol 😭

My favorite type of Luke headcanons!!!

Headcanons for MC treating Luke like a little brother/son

It starts out small, so small Luke doesn’t notice at first!

They ask him very nonchalantly how he is doing with his schoolwork or whether he has any subjects he struggles in and just in general take an active interest in his studies and making sure he is getting the help he needs.

On days before exams they will try and get him pumped up! We’re gonna ace this!!! And when he does well (hell even if he did bad) they will say they have to celebrate and take Luke out for ice cream or any other treat.

Luke remains pretty oblivious! He’s just excited to be included and be treated special.

MC will take him out to the human world zoos or parks or whatever child-safe things they have in Devildom (PROBABLY NOT A LOT)

Shares their favorite childhood books and games with him! Definitely has a game night every week with Luke, Simeon and Solomon over at their dorms.

It isn’t until Simeon teases him that his praises and gushing about the MC sounds like how Luke talks about Michael that Luke realizes they have been babying him.

Which honestly he should have clued in when the last time he was sick how they doted on him and made him chicken soup and tucked him in!!!

At first he’ll be a bit pouty. Feels a little embarrassed that he let himself act so childishly

To which MC would just respond like-- you are a child, child. You are allowed to act like a child!

If MC has a sibling (or even a child of their own back home!), they will bring that up as to why they are so protective over him. 

It becomes pretty normalized at the Academy that if you mess with Luke you mess with MC and that he is their mini!me.

Luke draws the line at getting matching footie pajamas

Receives some for Christmas anyway

[coloredgirlfan-fiction01]

The warm morning sunshine was the first thing you felt as you woke from your sleep. The bright light stung your rested eyes but with a few blinks it was manageable.

Looking over at your bedside table, the digital clock read seven sixteen. You had wanted to set the alarm to wake up earlier, but Michael always complained that the sound it made was annoying and gave him headaches.

So you had to learn to wake up early so Michael could get his beauty sleep, not that he really needed it.

Said blonde was still fast asleep on his back, arms on each side of his head and soft pink lips slightly parted as he took shallow breaths. His long eyelashes fluttering ever so gently on his cheeks as he dreamed, something good you hoped.

He was dressed in the red silk pajama suit you picked out for him last night, the first three buttons of the top undone which exposed the smooth skin of his chest.

He was so beautiful, unlike most men he was soft and loved to be taken cared of. There was nothing anyone could say or do that could make you any less in love with him, and he loved you just as much.

You protected him and never judged him for the way he was like those in his past had. They were so focused on what he was and what he was destined to do, that they never stopped to ask him who he really was outside of his father's dark shadow.

As you watched him sleep a fond smile crept across your lips, you leaned over the blonde and gently kissed the top of his exposed chest.

"Michael, it's time to wake up." You whispered placing another kiss just above the previous one.

You felt him stir and let out a soft groan as you began to kiss his neck.

"Five more minutes." You chuckled at how childish his whine was.

"Come on puppy, it's time to get up." You watched as his eyes fluttered open, ocean eyes seemed to almost glow as the sunlight hit them.

"Morning.." He greeted with a smile. You reached out you brush a few strands away from his face, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the happiness in his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I dreamt about you. We were at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. I was lying on your lap, you were humming a song and running your fingers through my hair as I fell asleep. It was beautiful, peaceful."

He always had such strange dreams. Sometimes he had nightmares that were so vivid even you got chills whenever he'd talk about them, but you always loved the ones he got that made him smile in the morning.

"Your too cute for your own good sometimes you know that?" You kissed him and got out of bed to stretch your arms above your head to rid your body of any excess tiredness.

The grey T-shirt you wore to bed lifted as you did, exposing your upper thighs and ass which Michael gawked when he sat up. He couldn't help but think how sexy you looked wearing his shirt and nothing else.

Your skin always had a sort of glow when the sun washed over you. Every curve, your hips, your breasts, your long legs, your natural hair that framed your face made you look like a goddess in his eyes.

He'd never thought that after everything that went went in his life, all the blood and bad choices that he would find redemption and safety in the shape of you.

You were the first person to treat him like an actual human being with feelings and emotions instead of just the antichrist that was destined to destroy the world and remake it in his father's image. That part of him died the moment he gave himself to you.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you gonna' get up and get ready pup?" Blush dusted his cheeks and he averted his eyes to stop from staring. He got out of bed and helped fixed the bedding before joining you in the shower.

After that you guided him downstairs to the kitchen and began to make a healthy breakfast for the both of you, while Michael sat at the counter and watched you.

French toast, eggs, sausages and a pot of freshly made lemongrass tea was on the menu and you took pride in the fact that you only took twenty minutes to make everything.

"So what do you want to do today pup?" You asked serving him his share. Since you didn't have to go into work on Saturdays, you always let Michael choose how you'd spend the day together. You owned your own business and it took up alot of your time, so you dedicated a day just for Michael since he hardly gets to have you for himself.

"I was thinking we could go to the park today, the weather's nice maybe we can have a picnic?"

"That sound like a g-" The loud ringing of your cellphone cut off the conversation and drew you away from the kitchen counter to retrieve your phone from upstairs.

Apparently one of your employees made an error at work and they needed your help to fix it before it caused problems for the software. You inquired about the error and thanked the heavens it wasn't something that you needed to leave home for.

"Michael I'm going to be in my office for a few minutes, finish your breakfast and watch some TV until I'm done OK?" You called out and got an 'alright' as his answer.

About an hour has passed and Michael was getting bored of watching TV. They were showing some low budget show about vampires and he was in no mood to sit through it.

What was taking you so long? You had said a few minutes and it's been an entire hour and you haven't left your home office.

He hardly gets to spend any quality quality time with you and now your work was getting in the way of his day. He wasn't happy.

Deciding he's waited enough, Michael clicked off the TV and marched up the stairs to the see what was taking you so long. He decided not to knock and just barged in ready to demand your attention but stopped himself as he saw you typing furiously on your laptop and talking sternly at whoever was on the phone.

"There is absolutely nothing you can give me as an excuse right now, this could completely crash the servers and we can loose Gigabytes of data because of this."

You always looked so fierce when you were pissed off about something. Your usually calm and collected demeanor was replaced by one of dominance and authority that always made his knees weak. Just the sound of you scolding your employee made him hard and made him want your attention even more.

He closed the door behind him and walks over to you, fully determined to get what he wanted despite knowing he wasn't allowed to disturb you during work.

"Y/n are you almost done, you promised that we'd spend time together today." He whined kneeling beside your chair. His big blue eyes looked up at you but you didn't even give his a side glance.

"Today is my day with you they get you every other day, can't you handle this later?" You shot him a serious glare that shut him up but it didn't deter him from his mission. Being ignored was one thing, but you brushing him off for your work on his day was the last straw.

You didn't question him when he crawled on the floor to get under your desk. You didn't even question when he spread your legs apart to make room for himself in the tight space.

What did get your attention was the sharp tug of your panties that made them snap when he tugged them with his finger. The pull was so strong it pulled you along with it.

He could be such a brat when he couldn't get what he wanted. You didn't mind it but your work couldn't wait.

You could tell he was getting impatient as you hardly reacted to his desperate acts for attention. The way his teeth nipped at your inner thighs and the wetness his tongue left in it's wake as he licked your folds with vigor.

You'd be lying if you weren't getting turned on by his efforts.

If there's one thing that Michael excelled at was pleasing you to the best of his abilities.

It took all of your will power not to moan into your phone as his tongue slipped into you, his hands wrapped around your hips to pull your lower half flush against his mouth.

"You do know there will be consequences for this, don't you?" You said into the phone while grabbing a fist full of Michael's hair, making sure that he knew she was talking to him too.

Absolute chills ripped through you as he moaned loudly against your sex. His hot breath against your dripping sex was euphoric and you could help but grind your hips into him to get more.

"Listen to me, today is my day off and I have business at the moment to take care of. I'll deal with you and your mistake tomorrow." You ended the call and threw the phone on the desktop.

You pulled away from Michael and yanked him by his hair to get out of the tight space.

"You can be a real brat sometimes you know that?"

"You were gone for so long, and I-"

"You know the rules about coming in here don't you?"

"I know. I- I'm sorry."

You sighed and gestured to him to get out from under the table and to lay down on the floor. You followed after him and took the position of straddling his hips.

He looked so adorable beneath you, eyes full of anticipation for whatever you were going to do to him at that moment, you almost felt sorry for him.

"How do you think you should be punished puppy?"

Usually you would spank him or put him on time out for disobeying you, but he was right. Today was his day and you broke your promise.

"How about I do something we'll both enjoy, but at the same time you get your punishment. And if you're good we'll get ready to go on that picnic right after, sound fair?" You asked, which he immediately agreed to.

You slowly began to ride on top of Michael, his semi erection perfectly positioned against your sex making the friction delicious between the two of you.

The hairs on your neck stood up as a wave of chills ran across your skin when Michael let out a desperate moan as you felt him grow harder under you. His brilliant blue eyes glazed over in desperation and pleasure that motivated you to move faster.

"Y/n, I.. I want more..~" He panted, gripping your waist and meeting your humping with vigor.

"I know you do puppy, but this is all you're gonna get."

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

The Next One’s on You 2/5

Whelp Maxwell Lord has been consuming my thoughts all day and I sat down and wrote out the next part. Part three probably won’t be out till Saturday but I didn’t want to wait to post this one. Thank you my darling @justanotherblonde23​ for being my emotional writing support buddy. Thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking! Let me know if you want to be added to a Taglist. 

Summary: A series of moments in the life of Maxwell Lord x reader centered around drinks. 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + for language and some making out 

Taglist: @josepedropascal @mrschiltoncat @ghostwiththemostbitch​ @mrsparknuts @oldstuffnewstuff @yespolkadotkitty @heythere-mel @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie @maxlordsgf @xjaywritesx 

My Masterlist  

Chapter One - Triple Espresso 

Chapter Two: Vodka Martinis 

A week passed, then two and nothing. Not a sound. Silence from the illustrious Maxwell Lord IV and so life moved on. The shop had a steady stream of customers, and evenings were spent vegging out in front of the TV in your pajamas with whatever dinner you scrounge together that night. You pull the vanilla ice cream closer to you and dig the spoon inside when your roommate Michael comes out his tight black jeans, and black turtleneck the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. 

“Oh honey, it’s a Saturday night,” he wiggles his butt at you, “you should come out with us tonight we’re going to that new dance club, get out of this depressing apartment.” 

“Oh yeah...that’s not really my scene. I would much rather be home with a good book or TV, but you go and have fun! Don’t worry about me,” you smile reassuringly and he scoffs. 

“How about a date then?” he uses the mirror on the wall to apply a thick layer of black eyeliner stopping to look over at you, eyebrow raised. 

“What?” 

“My friend Tom from work, he’s single and looking to mingle,” he wriggles his eyebrows up and down at you, “What do you say? Friday night dinner at Les Amis?” 

“That new French place downtown?” 

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about going there since it opened. Just give the guy a chance, what else would you be doing on a Friday night. Seems like your mystery man didn’t pan out.” 

“Mystery man?” you sit up straighter and place the open container onto the coffee table. 

“The one who left you those white roses,” he rolls his eyes and finishes the wing tip. Closing the tube with a snap and putting it into his fanny pack. Your heart sinks as you think about the beautiful flowers and the arrogant bastard who left them. 

“Oh those…” you say dejectedly. 

“So what about Tom?” he puts one hand on his hip and looks at your expectantly. 

“Oh…” what could be the harm, “sure why not. You’re right, I have nothing else going on, and I have been wanting to go there. Who knows maybe I will find the love of my life with this Tom.” 

He laughs, “there’s the spirit. Oh sweet little barista, we will find you love yet!” He pulls the door open and shut quickly, his platformed boots smacking loudly down the stairs. 

You groan, throwing yourself back against the couch, a hand coming up to massage at your temples. What’s the harm? Maybe this Tom guy will be wonderful and you’ll end up happily ever after, like one of those Disney movies. 

Friday night comes before you know it and you straighten your dress again in the mirror. The black cocktail dress is the nicest thing you own with short sleeves, a white lace collar, cut off just above the knee. You pair it with your sensible black heels grabbing your clutch and heading out to catch a taxi. 

When you pull up the lights from the restaurant twinkle and you gaze at the elegant people inside drinking champagne from tall flutes. You take a moment to imagine that’s you when you are interrupted by your thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. 

“Excuse me, are you y/n? Michaels friend?” you turn and look at an attractive man with short cropped black hair, thin lips, blue eyes, and a suit with a purple waistcoat. 

You nod smiling and reach out your hand, “Tom right?” 

His grip is firm and his palms are sweaty as he holds your hand up to his mouth and gives it a sloppy kiss. You give a slight grimace as you pull your hand away and cover it up with a smile. “Shall we?” you gesture towards the hostess and he nods, putting his hand on your lower back as you’re both led to the table, his hand dipping lower and squeezing your ass. 

He pulls out your chair and as you sit down and he leans toward you, “you look good enough to eat,” he murmurs in your ear and you have to suppress the uncomfortable feeling growing in your stomach. 

You try to laugh it off and concentrate on the meal. Conversation flows freely and you almost feel relieved until the end. “So why are you single?” he asks. 

Your drink catches in your throat you sputter out a surprised, “what?” he ignores you continuing. 

“I mean when Michael asked me if I wanted to go out with his friend I thought he meant one of those young things he goes out clubbing with every weekend. Obviously that isn’t you,” he takes a sip of his cocktail, “I mean you're pretty, but I think we both know this isn’t gonna go beyond tonight. So why don’t we just skip dessert and get out of here?” 

You stare at him incredulously wondering if he’s actually serious and when he just takes another sip and gestures for the check you close your eyes sighing. When you open them again he is sliding his credit card to the waiter and you look around the restaurant trying to think of a way out when you feel eyes burning on you. You slowly turn to the left and see a large table filled with men and women in expensive suits and dresses. Sitting at the head of the table and fuming is Maxwell Lord the fourth. 

Fuck. 

You groan and put your head down rubbing at your temples. You hear the pen scratch against the pad and Tom hops up to his feet and slides on his coat, holding a hand out to you. “Let’s get out of here baby, and I will rock your world.” 

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” you put your hands down flat on the table and look up at him. 

“I just bought you dinner,” he scoffs, “it’s time for you to return the favor baby,” he moves to grab your wrist and you pull it quickly from his grasp. 

“Please just leave, don’t make a scene,” you plead and he does what he’s done all night, ignored you. 

He bends and gets right in your face sneering, “Now I see why your single, fucking bitch to good for anyone. Maybe if you got some, you wouldn’t have that stick so far up your as-” you slap him hard across the face. Tears burning in your own eyes. 

He shakes his head in shock and the slap echoes across the restaurant, customers turning to stare. He rubs his cheek and looks like he’s about to explode grabbing the water glass closest to his hand he pours the entire contents of it hard at your face. The freezing water shoots in your eyes and you gasp as it soaks into your dress and into your underclothes. “Fucking bitch,” he shouts stomping out the door. 

You close your eyes and reach for your napkin using it to clean off your face. You listen for the noise of the restaurant to resume to a gentle hum before you open your eyes. You do everything in your power to avoid the eyes of the other patrons, especially Maxwell Lord. The waiter comes up to your grimacing, “Can I get you anything honey?” she asks, holding out another napkin. 

You shake your head no, gratefully accepting it and thanking her. She smiles lightly before leaving. You stand up and shiver, feeling the tendrils of water seep down your legs. Keeping your eyes straight ahead you walk out the door and suck in a large gulp of air, body trembling slightly as a cool breeze blows past. Instantly regretting the choice not to bring a coat. 

“You know, when I said the next drink is on you...I didn’t think you would take it so literally,” your eyes close and head drops as Maxwell Lord’s voice charms behind you. 

You sigh and turn towards him, taken aback at how he’s not smirking like you thought he would be. Instead his hands are clenching tightly in a fist and he looks downright boiling. Chest heaving, neck red, and a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. 

“What do you want Mr. Lord?” 

“I…” he unclenches his hand and runs it through his hair, “I wanted to know if you were alright, that was quite the scene inside… did he...did he hurt you?” his voice takes on a dangerous edge as your eyes raise to meet his own. 

“No,” you reply breathlessly before coughing, “No, I’m fine.” You shiver again as another burst of air blows past. 

You feel the heavy coat land on your shoulders before you see it. His suit jacket carefully pulls across your shoulders as he wraps it around you. You try to protest but he scoffs, “You’re freezing,” he chastises, “take the damn coat.” 

You say nothing pulling your arms through the sleeves and wrapping the front around your chest. You're enveloped in the scent of fresh linen and something spicy from his expensive cologne, and you sigh. “Thank you,” you whisper. 

“My limo is on it’s way, let me take you home,” he steps closer and you retreat. Defenses rising. 

“Thank you but I would rather catch a cab then step foot in your sex mobile,” you turn away from him attempting to flag down a cab but having no luck. 

He groans, “My sex mobile?” 

“Yes. Who knows how many women you’ve fucked in there I don’t want to catch some disease. Plus I already told you once Maxwell Lord the Fourth that I am not some cheap whore, and believe it or not I meant it.” 

“You don’t think I know that?!” he shouts and you whip around looking at him wide eyed. “Listen, I make it a habit of getting what I want. Whatever I want….women throw themselves at my feet, money freely flows, and I have a whole household of servants to do anything I want. I will admit that day I acted like an...an asshole but...you...you’re different.” 

“When I saw that guy treating you the exact same way I had...and then when he tried to grab you, I saw...red. That fucking…” he takes a breath to calm himself, “I know it’s not what you want but I would feel much better if you let me bring you home.” 

You observe him for another moment before nodding slowly. You just stare at each other, his breathing slowing and matching pace with yours and when the limo pulls up you both walk towards it, never breaking eye contact. You slid into the backseat and he follows his leg brushing your own. 

“Where to sir?” the driver asks. 

“Home,” he shouts back and your eyes widen. 

“I thought you said you would take me home?” 

“Yes, to my home. I want to take you out for a drink and being...well being me, I can’t do that without it causing a publicity nightmare…” He trails off looking at your wide eyes, “Is...is that okay?” 

You get the feeling he doesn’t ask for permission very often and you slowly nod your head. This had to go down as one of the strangest nights of your life. Tom certainly turned out to be the villain in your fairytale but maybe there was still hope for at least a nice ending. The driver makes twists and turns and your stomach flips as his hand moves down to grasp the seat, finger brushing right against your own. Without thinking you move your pinky over to graze over his ring. You hear his breath catch as he links his pinky with your own. 

The car pulls up to a gorgeous mansion with tall white columns and two marbled lion statues. The butler greets him at the door and you smile at him in greeting and hand over Maxwell’s coat. Maxwell takes your hand gently and guides you to another room. A large brown leather couch takes up the center of the room under a persian rug. A roaring fire in the fireplace illuminates the room in a warm glow, huge bay windows looking over an expansive garden and pool. He lets go of your hand and you feel the aftershocks slide up your arm from his touch. 

He goes over to the bar on the far wall and pulls down two glasses. Filling a shaker with ice you watch as he meticulously fills it with vodka and vermouth, slapping the glass over it before he lifts it over his shoulder and shakes it furiously. You can see his arms flex under the white linen shirt he wears held in place by a pair of brown suspenders. 

He slaps the side of the shaker to release it and strains them both into the glasses before spearing an olive and putting it into one glass and going to spear the other you shout, “No, please no olives,” he looks over at you eyebrow raised, “do you have any cherries?” 

He says nothing, only removing another saucer and tossing two cherries into the other glass and carrying both over. He hands you the drink and clinks his glass against yours taking a sip. You watch, mouth dry, as he swallows and his neck stretches deliciously. 

“Come,” he walks over to the couch and sits down patting the seat next to him. 

You take the seat hesitantly beside him and take a sip savouring the taste. He puts down his drink on the small table in front of you and turns to you, “I think we got off on a rocky start…” 

You snort, “you think?” 

He glares at you before smiling, “Yeah...that was probably my fault. So why don’t we try this again,” he holds a hand out to you, “I’m Maxwell Lord the Fourth, CEO of Chimtech Consortium.” 

You shake his hand feeling the electricity spark in your fingers again, telling him your name and adding the title of barista to the end. He repeats it slowly and feel yourself warm at the way your name comes out honeyed on his tongue. 

The ice broke, the two of you into easy conversation talking about everything. All about his company, his family, what he likes to do when he gets a free afternoon, and even his favorite color. The more you learn about him the more you begin to unravel the mystery of Maxwell Lord. You’re both on your third vodka martini of the night when he brushes his fingers over your cheek. 

“You have an eyelash,” he holds it on the tip of his finger putting it up gently to your lips, “make a wish,” he whispers. 

You close your eyes and blow gently, lips pushed together and you sigh when you feel the press of his lips against your own. It’s hesitant and barely there and when he pulls away you surge forward pressing your chest against his own and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He responds eagerly and pulls you close till you're straddling his waist on the couch, his hands running up and down your back. You groan as you feel him rub gently against you and he uses it to lick his tongue into your mouth. 

You arch your back as you feel his tongue warm and velvety intermingle with your own. He scoots forward to the edge of the couch and pulls your legs to wrap around his waist. Hands moving lower to knead your ass gently through your dress. His foot kicks out and he knocks the drinks to the floor spilling onto the expensive rug. Glass shattering as they hit together just right. 

You both pull away breathing heavy to look at the ground, the vodka seeping into the rug. You burst out laughing and he looks at you with that damn eyebrow cocked again, “What’s so funny?” 

“I would like to get through one interaction with you without one of us spilling our drinks,” you tease eyes glittering as you smile at him. 

His lips curve up and he lets out a chuckle, pulling you close to resume his kisses, “Ok, I’ll take the blame for that one sweetheart but the next one’s are on you.” 

“Are you asking me out, Maxwell Lord the fourth?” you tease, pecking his lips gently. 

“Yes,” he pulls away looking serious again, “What do you say?” 

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again, “sure,” you let out breathlessly, “why the hell not?” Maybe you didn’t find your prince charming in Tom but something even better came along. 

Suddenly, the door is thrown open and a thin older woman with grey hair in an immaculate Chanel suit stalks over to you, “Who the hell is this Trollope Maxwell?!” she screeches. 

“Mother, please leave us alone,” he hisses. 

Mother? Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into now. 

Chapter Three: Orange Juice