#also i wrote it because i was too lazy to do text

[zoo-the-saint]

I made this as a silly little thing because the trauma Mel and Matt both have is so similar and it's wild (also both being way too young and having to answer to a scary af gang leader)

[gyubakeries]

❆ 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❆ | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑

❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 10: making hot chocolate | x.mh

a/n: hi! welcome to day 10 <3 need me someone to make hot chocolate with 🙏 also yes i totally used my username for minghao here in my text imagine too (i wrote this first) - IT WAS TOO GOOD NOT TO

word count: 936 contents: minghao x gn!reader , established relationship , fluff , christmas fun , minghao is silly in this one , bro forgot to meditate , but its bcs hes a simp fr , making hot chocolate , cuddling

you (20:30 p.m) :

hao hao

when are you getting off workkk

its so cold and lonely here without my bf.....

xiaolong-hao💗 (20:35 p.m.) :

ur so dramatic

be there in 10

you (20:38 p.m.) :

hahaha ur so funny

wdym be there in 10

ur office is 30 mins away?

u better not be breaking any traffic laws xu minghao

(read at 20:38 p.m.)

—

turns out, minghao wasn't breaking any traffic laws, because he didn't drive his car home.

instead, he did in fact show up at the door ten minutes later, panting heavily. he simultaneously looked like he just finished the most exhausting workout and like he was two seconds away from freezing into an icicle.

"hao? what the hell!" you exclaim in concern, dragging your boyfriend into the house immediately. you steer him over to the couch and sit him down, rushing over to the thermostat to turn up the heater.

"are you insane? what happened? were you getting chased by the cops?" you fire one question after the other, grabbing blankets to swaddle him in warmth.

once he was wrapped in blankets and his shivering stopped, he spoke up.

"you said you were lonely at home," he says. "and i did say i'll be back in ten."

"are you cra- did you run back home?"

"yes," he gulps. "i ran back home."

you can only gape at him in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of your skull.

"my car's in the shop, so it was either the train back or mingyu dropping me off. but i thought it'd be faster for me to walk-"

"you ran," you correct him. "you're such an idiot, i was just joking! what if you got frostbite or something?"

you don't give minghao any warning before you tackle him into a hug, plopping into his lap. your embrace fills him with warmth, even with the hundreds of blankets (there were only two) separating the two of you.

"i made it alive though," he smiles sheepishly, and you sigh, feigning annoyance.

"you're lucky i love you," you roll your eyes jokingly, now curled up against his chest in an effort to bring him back to a normal temperature.

"i sure am."

—

after you both ate dinner and minghao was showered and warm, he comes out of the bedroom to see you in the kitchen, sitting on the kitchen island and watching tiktoks.

"hey, what you up to?" he asks, coming to stand between your legs and taking a look at your phone.

"i wanna make hot chocolate," you sigh. "i've been craving it for so long but i'm way too lazy to make it."

"you're so silly," minghao nags. "what do you have me for?"

"you'll make me some?" you gasp, eyes lighting up.

"of course i will, love," minghao smiles, his smile only growing wider when you lean in to hug him and press several kisses of excitement all over his face.

when you were done with your kiss attack, minghao grabs a saucepan, and you grab the milk, cocoa powder, dark chocolate and some vanilla extract for him.

the ingredients are set next to the stove, and minghao pours some milk into the saucepan, enough for the both of you. you busy yourself with hugging minghao from the back, watching the milk come to a slight boil before he adds cocoa powder and stirs till the mixture is smooth.

he then adds the dark chocolate and a bit of the vanilla extract. you inhale contentedly when the rich aroma of chocolate fills the kitchen. soon, minghao is pouring the hot chocolate into two mugs, when you remember the most important ingredient.

"marshmallows!" you exclaim, going to the pantry to get the big marshmallows you had bought at the store earlier that week for this exact reason.

you add a generous amount of marshmallows to both the mugs, smiling cheerily as you add a few extra to your mug.

"all done?" minghao asks you, and you nod, so he places both the mugs on a tray and carries it out to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table. "let it cool for some time, or you'll burn your tongue."

"yes, grandma," you tease minghao, and he simply raises an eyebrow at you, his expression saying, 'really? grandma?'

while you wait for the hot chocolate to cool a bit, you both share stories of what happened in your day. you told minghao about the annoying receptionist at your office keeps sending you flowers and won't accept the fact that you're taken, and minghao has new gossip about a love triangle forming between his colleagues.

as you catch up with each other, the mugs of hot chocolate warm your cold palms, and its contents slowly start emptying out. soon, it's just you and your boyfriend, snuggled up against each other, finishing the last bits of your hot chocolate and enjoying each other's presence.

"i'm glad we get to spend another christmas together," your voice is barely louder than a whisper, but with how close you are to minghao, he can hear everything.

"i'll spend every christmas i have left with you," he replies, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "i love you."

"i love you too, hao," you hum.

(minghao eventually has to pry the empty mug out of your hands when you fall asleep in his arms, just to avoid any accidents.

he decides that he'd walk through the coldest of nights to get to you, as long as it meant that his heart would feel this warm just with your love.)

- fin.

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[throatgoat4u]

hold me again

next parts: part two | part three

word count: 1.4k

summary: you notice that you and your boyfriend have been drifting apart, but you never realized what for.

warnings: angst, cheating, use of profanity, not proofread (i got lazy 😃)

a/n: there are a few things. one: this will most definitely have multiple parts, so this is not the end. two: i’m not that good of a writer so please, be nice (tips would also be appreciated). three: dialogue looks weird since i actually wrote it how i’s speak it. there’s a lot of cut out letters n shit. that’s all. four: spot the billie references 😏. toodles sluts and enjoy :)

another day of school left you coming home exasperated, and all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend, matt. but you knew better—you knew it wasn’t happening. see, the thing is, you, and matt had been, well, drifting. he has been oddly cold, and distant with you lately, and you couldn’t really pinpoint why.

you unlocked the door to your shared apartment with matt, and walked in. just as you expected, he wasn’t home. you sighed, kicking your shoes off at the door and going into your bedroom, dropping your backpack on the ground. you wanted to flop down on your bed, and fall asleep, but you just had too much homework—plus you were in your outside clothes, so that’s just disgusting!

you then just decided to do your homework in the kitchen, so you grab your bag, and relocate there, sitting on a stool in front of the island. soon enough, you’re surrounded by papers, and textbooks with your computer in the middle.

you’re consumed in your work when you hear the door open. matt soon walks into the kitchen where he sees her. “hey.” he mumbles as he texts away on his phone.

you tilt your head. hey? that was it? that’s all he had to say to me? you think as you look at him on his phone, texting god knows who. you also couldn’t help but notice how much he’s been glued to his phone for these last few weeks. “hi..” you say back after a bit.

silence…

that’s all there is—there’s just silence.

you had never ever felt so awkward in your relationship more than you did now; hell, even your first date was a lot less awkward than this. you chewed on your lip as you contemplated saying something. would i make it more awkward? wait… why is it awkward in the first place? this shouldn’t be awkward! we’ve been dating for almost eight months now.

finally, you look back up at him and say something. “so, ummm, who’re you uh textin’ there?”

“hm?” he hummed, still not looking up from his phone

“i said, who’re you textin’?”

he finally tore his eyes away from his phone, looking at you, shaking his head slightly. “no one.”

you shake your head, clicking your tongue. “yeah no. i love jus’ typing random things on m’ phone. we have so much in common, me, and you!” you say, the sarcasm practically dripping off your tongue.

“is there a problem?” he snaps back.

“no, no! there’s no fuckin’ problem matthew. all i wanna know is what my boyfriend is up to and all you do is shut me out. tell me, when’s the last time we’ve had a real conversation? wait no, i can answer that. i’s been weeks!”

your words elicit silence from him. truthfully, this only hurts you more. why isn’t he saying anything now? is it because your words are true? well no fucking shit they’re true. you let out a long sigh. “please don’t make this anymore difficult than it already is. please tell me why you’re not talking to me anymore. why don’t we sleep in the same bed anymore? why do you prefer the couch? why do you prefer the bed when i come to the couch? why is it that when i cook, you're suddenly not hungry anymore? you used to love when i cooked for you. why am i suddenly not a priority in your life?”

he looks at you, his face paled. “that’s not fair.” he says, swallowing hard.

you shake your head. “no. you can’t say that. what isn’t fair is the fact you’re constantly pushing me away when all i am trying to do is spend time with my boyfriend. i don’t even feel like a couple anymore. i feel like your roommate. no—scratch that—i feel like a nuisance to you—a burden.”

suddenly, it feel as though matt forgot how to breathe. he looks down at his phone, and then back up at you, swallowing the lump in his throat, along with his pride and dignity. “no… you’re none of that. you were never a nuisance, never a burden. i screwed up. i did something.”

“what did you do?” you coax gently, trying to be understanding. maybe he made a stupid mistake like not defending you when his friends were talking shit about you behind your back or accidently misplacing one of your things—which you didn’t even notice went missing.

“please… jus’- jus’ promise me you won’t be mad?” he mutters.

“i won’t be mad baby, i jus’ want to know. i want things to go back to normal, and for that to happen, you gotta tell me whas’ goin’ on.”

matt takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he’s about to do. “i… i”

he closes his eyes and recollects himself before speaking again. “i- i cheated on you.”

your heart stops, and your world freezes. it’s not true. tell me i’ve been lied to. “w-what?” manage to croak out, your voice breaking.

“i’m sorry doll.”

you shake your head. maybe he’ll take it back? maybe he was tryna’ make me laugh? thoughts circle around your head as you try to figure everything out. are you in some terrible nightmare—a daymare? well whatever it is you’re in, you want it to stop.

your mind finally lets it all settle in. he. cheated. on. me. a pit forms in your stomach as that unwanted thought consumes you. “we’re done.” you murmured as you began to grab all your papers, and textbooks, shoving them into your backpack as you grabbed your computer. you really didn’t have anywhere to go because this was your apartment. before you and matt got together, you two were roommates, so where would you flee to? you didn’t know but what you did know was that you two were breaking up, and you were leaving.

panic floods matt as he sees you grabbing your things. “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. doll come on. les’ talk about this.” he quickly says, grabbing your arm. but, he is only met with you yanking your arm away, and you walking toward your shared bedroom.

as soon as you’re in your bedroom, you walk to your closet, pulling out a small suitcase, and shoving as many of your clothes as you can into the suitcase.

matt is quick to chase after you, babbling on about how sorry he is, and how he didn’t mean it, and how he was going to make it up to you. but his words were drowned out by your thoughts—well, thought. he cheated on me. those same words ring in your mind over and over again like a satanic chant. then, he says something that pulls you out of your trance.

“doll, c’mon. you’re overreacting.”

you’re about to snap back at him, scream at him, shout at him, tell him how much of an insolent asshole he is, but you bite her tongue. you shut your eyes tight, taking a long, deep breath. “matt, don’t do this. we are done.”

“why?”

“why?!?! ar- are you serious right now?” you say, your anger getting the better of you. all he does in response is nod a bit.

“you cheated on me! tha’s why.” you retort, zipping your suitcase up.

you push past matt, backpack slung over your shoulder, suitcase in one hand, computer in the other, as you walk to the door.

you slip your shoes on, grabbing your keys, but before you leave for good, you just had to ask. “i really want to know something.” you breathe out. he nods, desperate to have you stay longer by any means.

“why? i mean, are you not happy with me?”

he looks at you and sighs, “if you really wanna know, when i’m away from you, and with her, i’m happier than ever.”

you close your eyes, fighting off the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes at any moment. his words hurt, like a bitch. you nod. “go be with her.” you whisper after a bit, finally opening your eyes when you were sure you wouldn’t cry.

“what?” he says, looking at you dumbfounded.

“g- go be with her. jus’... jus’ fuckin’ leave me alone.”

“why?” he muttered.

“because… because… because, truth be told, all i’ve ever cared about was you, your happiness, and if she makes you happier, be with her.”

that’s the last thing you say, the last thing he hears from you, before you turn around and leave. leaving him to drown in his guilt and sorrow.

dividers: @mattscoquette

[tadanoningen-fr]

My WH Brick by Brick Notes

(PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WHOLE POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE 10/2024 WELCOME HOME UPDATE! DO NOT READ IF YOU DID NOT SEE THE UPDATE, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND ANYWAY!)

Also this is a very large post and there may be some grammatical errors. I recommend watching the video and listening to the audio while reading these notes. If you can't, IWillGetYourSmile! (PROMISE) on YouTube recently put up the videos and audio for anyone who cannot see them on the website.

Sorry for not putting bullet points, I wrote them on a doc and pasted it here and I was lazy to bullet point everything :')

Brick By Brick

Barnaby’s handprints are on the pages and they’re splotched in black like the gunk seen in the exhibition.

Black gunk are on the pages; title, 2, 8, 9, 14, it’s clearly implied they’re from Barnaby turning the pages, but how and why is Barnaby reading this book?

(Probably over-analyzing) Wally’s face on page 4 seems a little too blackened out.

Poppy wanted to make a cozy for her lamp, Coffin referenced this in one of the Q&A posts for Poppy!

Sally is the character with most of her text missing from the book. Maybe it’s because she keeps breaking the 4th wall talking to the narrator?

Page 7 shows all the neighbors except Poppy, even Eddie is here!

Barnaby’s reaction to Poppy refusing to be in the play is rudely lackadaisical…though he delivers truths harshly.

Sally seems to have a close relationship with Poppy; she cares about her more than any other neighbor. Her feelings were hurt realizing that she made Poppy scared.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to call Sally “downright rude”. Damn Eddie, now you’re sharing the resentment? I don’t really blame him…

It’s weird that Sally is now worried that Poppy may hear or see her play, isn’t she supposed to be happy about that?

Barnaby’s black-splotched paw is seen again at the corner left of page 9, I think it was his thumb after he turned the page from page 8.

Julie is afraid of the dark.

Almost every appearance he makes, Barnaby is holding food.

Franks’ advice is logical, in which he suggests making Poppy man up so she can at least see the play.

Barnaby started the idea (possibly unintentionally) of “brick by brick”, and for some reason Sally took it too literally. Wait, wasn’t Frank supposed to take things literally?

Light red watercolor paint surrounds Poppy when she’s worried.

Why did the entire neighborhood think that bricking Poppy’s windows was a good idea? I can’t help but feel as if they weren’t quite themselves when doing this.

The shading in page 15, especially on Poppy, seems oddly realistic and not cartoony unlike the whole book art style.

Although most would raise an eyebrow at Poppy’s excitement understanding why she’s being bricked up, I think it kinda makes sense because Poppy always cares about safety, and knowing that the neighbors are bricking her in for her sake, she is okay with this in a way. (She is confirmed to think of this as well.)

Page 14 doesn’t really look like Barnaby’s black paw, but it kinda looks like fingers instead. Who is this? It’s placed oddly at the top of the page.

When Sally calls them peanuts, Barnaby is surprised. I’m also a little surprised because Barnaby was the one who calls Wally peanuts, but here Sally uses it on them.

The Missing Audio

Who says “No, please sit with me.”? I think it’s probably Wally as he doesn’t perform in Sally’s plays often.

We seem to be in Poppy’s perspective, while the book is in the neighbors’ perspective (or maybe Sally’s) as soon as things get quiet.

The breathing is either Poppy’s or the monster Sally describes, as it was seen getting late in page 14 (or it could be just the spotlight effect).

Wood scratching is heard, this is most likely the monster Sally described scratching Poppy’s barn.

Does Poppy think the monster is a neighbor? Is that why she’s saying “the door’s open”?

The monster seems to try to get into Poppy’s home, but if what Poppy says is true (the door is open), why can’t it come in?

The rattling of the doorknob reminds me of how Home speaks through house onomatopoeias, but it’s probably unlikely that Home is making these noises.

Was Poppy trying to get out of her home in fear of the monster? Why the echos?

Sally is the one who says “A-are you alright?”.

I’m still wondering if it’s daytime or nighttime because if it’s nighttime, this might confirm the monster trying to get to Poppy, but if it’s daytime, it will be unconfirmed.

Is Poppy outside? Why is she confused about where she is?

Frank is the one who says “Y-You’re out! The door’s open, why didn’t you open the door?!”. He sounds confused and angry. Maybe he got frightened.

Aftermath Notes & Questions:

Did this take place before or after Homewarming?

We seem to be approaching a pattern with how Darkness and the neighbors interacted with each other; Eddie Dear was surrounded in darkness at homewarming, leading him to a breakdown and panicking, Julie is afraid of the dark, even if it’s caused by something so simple, and when Poppy was surrounded in darkness, the monster was implied to come after her, making her panic.

This is the second time Sally and Frank appear at the end when someone is in trouble, and their time of appearances are the same as well. This happened with Eddie in Homewarming, but Sally left and Frank stayed, and now with Poppy, both Sally and Frank were there.

If this pattern of darkness and the neighbors keep going, this means that the neighbors may be the prey of something we have yet to understand. The question of Wally and Home’s innocence is still unclear, but now Eddie and Poppy are out of the question for being evil in this story for sure. Perhaps Sally and Frank too, but we don’t have enough evidence at the moment.

A question that just appeared and is still unanswered is why Barnaby’s black paw prints are seen in the book. Another thing I noticed is that Barnaby’s paw blocked out the author and illustrator, and so did the record player too. Could this mean that Barnaby may be helping to hide certain things? If so, why? Barnaby’s paws also had been avoiding the pages of where Poppy appears every time.

A little theory about the black paws; Barnaby somehow got his hands on the Brick by Brick book, and began skimming through it until page 14, where someone takes the book from Barnaby and the book is sent to the restoration team. This theory is just based on the black paw prints and fingers, because after page 14, there were no more black prints. And it’s more oddly suspicious that the last black print we see isn’t Barnaby’s, plus it was in an odd place.

[sherrysgirl]

drabble?? spencer checking up on sick!medialiaison!reader

cw : reader is sick (cold, flu, anything like that), reader is lowkey addicted to their phone, this is a self indulgent fic for anyone who’s sick rn because apparently ‘tis the damn season

word count : 564

note : i haven’t written a thing in nearly four years and even then my writing was mediocre at best. so, this will absolutely suck but please bear with me. this is just a silly little drabble i wrote cause i was bored. it’s also super boring and there’s absolutely nothing happening because i was too lazy to make it longer. baby steps

the constant loud knocking on your door had woken you up from your supposed nap, that according to the clock, had lasted a whole six hours. you sighed at having wasted a good chunk of your day.

turning around in your bed, you contemplated on opening the door. maybe whoever was standing there would give it up in a minute or two? you were way too sick to leave the comfort of your own bedroom and see anyone right now. unfortunately for you, the person on the other side of the door seemed to be testing your limits as their knocking kept getting louder and louder until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

with a groan you got out of your comfortable bed, left your bedroom and made your way to the door. you took a second to check how you looked in the mirror. tired. exhausted. sick. but it’s fine.

you opened the door to no one other than your colleague and friend spencer reid.

despite the fact that he’d been waiting for you to open the door for him for the past three and a half minutes, he still offered you that typical smile of his that always seemed to make you melt.

ever since you started working as a media liaison for the bau after jj left, you’ve had a soft spot for him. he might’ve been a bit hostile towards you the first couple of days after you were introduced to the team but you had learned about jj and how she was practically forced to leave the job. it hurt you that the team wasn’t entirely accepting of you but you had understood where they came from.

despite the slight hostility from the team at the beginning, you were able to grow close to them and by the time jj got back everyone had been attached to you as well. thankfully, jj had decided to come back as a profiler which meant you were able to keep your job and everyone was happy about how things had turned out.

“did i wake you up? you had me worried for a second. i was about to call morgan to kick your door”, he said as you gestured him to come in.

“why would you worry?”, you stifled a yawn, “didn’t hotch tell you i took the day off since if you couldn’t tell i’m very sick.”

“yes, he did. but i texted you to ask how you were doing and you never answered. which is unusual since you know, you’re always on that phone.”

you pretended to look offended, “wow that’s an insane thing to say. i was taking a nap!”

“a six hour nap?”, the man raised an eyebrow.

“i’m sick give me a break.”, you replied, “is that soup you’ve got here?”

“surprise!”, he lifted the bag up like you haven’t seen him hold it for the past three minutes then proceeded to put it on your kitchen counter.

“thanks, spencer. i didn’t think you’d drop by because of your whole germ thing.”, you teased, “which i completely get by the way. i’m just surprised.”

“well, you’re not contagious anymore. plus, i’ve got my hand sanitizer on me right now.”, spencer remarked.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him as you start heating up your soup.

“i mean it.”, you gave him a smile, “thanks.”

“anything for you.”

this sucks, don’t even talk to me i’m sick to my stomach. i might not be a good writer but at least i know abt being full of love and funny guys pls pls ❤️

[rjalker]

Flatland: An Adventure in Many Dimensions, a 2024 translation into casual English, is done!

You can read and download it completely 100% for free on the Internet Archive!

When it's done loading, you will be able to read it directly online, and the Internet Archive will automatically generate audiobook versions with text to speech.

You can also download and torrent various versions as PDFs, epubs, and editable documents so you can change the font, paragraph styles, and do anything else you want with it, like give everyone neopronouns or turn them into unicorns!

I will also be making my own audiobook version at some point. but that's gonna take a while since this is around 38,000 words long. You can make your own too! And you can translate this into other languages!

Edit: The "lazy" (unedited) audiobook is now available on youtube! It is in two videos, since my computer wouldn't let me combine them lol.

“https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLpFcEwm88RUsMYmhY6DBYZcIvvKv6_ZS3”

Did I mention this is public domain? Because I hate capitalism and I'm poor and I want other people to also be able to enjoy books for free.

Buy the cheapest possible print version for $7.45 (I get $2).

This version is a paperback with no illustrations, no prefaces, a greyscale cover to make it as cheap to print as possible, so that more people can afford to buy it.

Buy the regular print version for $22.17 (I get $5).

This version is a hardpack with illustrations, the preface from the original author, and one from me.

You can also download all the HD illustrations included in this story here on the Internet Archive.

If you enjoy reading it, you can also donate directly to "TinyelFlatland" on paypal!

And if I haven't made it clear yet, this is Public Domain. You are 1million% encouraged to download it, print it, share it, do literally anything you want with it. I am 100% serious.

Now you can all join me in laughing at the narrator :)

Edit: oh wait lol. I realize I wrote this post assuming only people who already know what Flatland is will see it.

Uh so people who have no clue what Flatland is, here's a quick summary:

The narrator, who hides his identity using the alias "A. Square", is a resident of a world called Flatland, a world that only exists in two dimensions, where every person is a flat geometric shape. A. Square tells us the history and culture of his world, which is rife with bigotry that he buys into without question. Until New Year's Eve, before the first day of the year 2000, when a mysterious stranger claiming to come from the third dimension appears in his living room, and starts saying things that sound absurd, and performing what seem like magic tricks.

The original Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, was published in 1884 by Edwin Abbot Abbot. It is both a scathing political satire criticizing the systems of bigotry in Victorian England, and an entertaining introduction to the concept of more than three dimensions.

Edit: Now there's an itch.io page too!

Edit again: And you can read it here on tumblr now! @flatland-a-2024-translation and on Pillowfort!

[nxathyx]

if your requests are still opened, your recent work reminded me of my behavior ; keeping silent, when I'm hungry I wouldn't say or do anything about it, generally a s/o that won't say anything if they need something, from day to day life but it's not because of shyness it's just that I'm too lazy to speak up about anything that bothers me particularly

also with Ranpo, Chuuya and Dazai if you mind that many, just Ranpo and Chuuya is okay but a lot of people like Dazai so ;v;

Ranpo, Dazai and Chuuya with a s/o who doesn't speak up about basic necessities

Gn! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara, Gn! Reader x Dazai Osamu, Gn! Reader x Ranpo Edogawa

Tw: these are all probably ooc, Ranpo and Dazai being smug asf, slight anger issues on Chuuyas part

This is like the worst thing I've wrote so far but I hope you still enjoy it💀

Ranpo Edogawa

°so Ranpo is smart as hell as we all know, however I don't think he takes care of his own needs himself and relies on people a lot. I mean he literally didn't know how to buy a train ticket

°I feel like he'd know you need something but wouldn't be bothered to do it Not because he doesn't love you or care about you he would probably ask Yosano or Fukuzawa to do it for him

°I think ranpo would call his s/o stupid or an idiot sometimes. I don't know why😭

° however when it comes to food I think he'd just randomly offer you candy or shove it in your mouth

For example:

You and your boyfriend were currently in the armed detective agency. He was sitting in his office chair, legs kicked over the desk, with a bag of potato chips and biscuits (or cookies idfk). He took one before placing it near your mouth, for you to eat.

"What are you doing..?" You asked a bit confused by his behaviour.

"you're hungry but you're to lazy to even say it. You might be even lazier than me" He retorted with a snicker

"i just don't feel like talking" you responded slightly unamused. He took the cookie away from your mouth, eating it as you just looked at him confused

"what? You weren't eating it"

"that doesn't mean I didn't want it.."

Dazai Osamu

° another one who probably knows what you need

° Dazai also doesn't really take care of his basic needs however I actually think he would take care of yours if he actually loves you, mainly cause he's afraid you'll leave and find someone who will take care of you better than he does (you didn't hear it from me)

°don't expect too much from him though, he can cook if you need food but I doubt he'll do it but he will keep you company while you do it 😭

°I feel like he reminds you a lot that youre terrible at keeping things to yourself (no he's just a bitch you're fine<3)

Chuuya Nakahara

°someone who actually takes care of himself and cares for his health. shocker

°however unlike the other two, he'd get upset that you don't communicate your needs with him

°he finds communication in a relationship to be very important so he'd want to know everything you need

°after you explain that you just can't be bothered with it he'll think that's a stupid reason but he will try to be understanding

°I think he'd take you out for dinner dates more often, text you to actually do things that are important for your health

"we're going out."

"What? why?"

"stop asking questions and let's go"

°like okay? 🤨

[lianaloverr]

Friends

Colby Brock x Fem!reader

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Summary: It’s been 4 months since you broke up, and Colby just can’t seem to move on..

Warnings: past relationships, Colby cheating in said past relationship, Cussing, Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Hii guys! New banner, new story. This is my first story where I’ve really switched the pov’s around, so I hope you enjoy! btw, on Colby’s pov, (first) means first person.

The song "Friends" by Chase Atlantic is about the feeling of longing for a past relationship that has ended.

Y/n’s pov:

It had been 3 months since you guys broke up. You and Colby dated for a year and a half and it was torture. you put everything into that relationship, and in return, Colby did nothing. And after you found out he cheated with multiple different girls, you got into a heated argument.

This ended with you getting slapped in the face and Colby leaving. A day after, you packed all of his stuff he left at your apartment and gave it to his bestfriend, Sam. Sam was a little confused at first because he got on the phone with Colby the night of and nothing seemed wrong. When you explained, Sam was furious. he asked if you were okay and you said yes, but you lied.

You were hurting inside, Colby never seemed like the type to hit. He proved you wrong.

Colby’s pov (first):

God, I miss you, is what I wrote in my 1000th text message I knew I wasn’t gonna send. I can’t grasp the feeling of her gone. “Hey Colby, whatcha doing?” Sam says, barging in my room. “Nothing” I reply coldly. Sam gives me a look, then speaks. “Are you still thinking about her? It’s been 3 months.” Sam states. I hate how he can just read my mind.

“I know Sam, I just miss her so much.” I reply. “Well;” Sam stops his sentence to sit down. “You fucked up, and you can fix that if you really try. Instead of just sitting here crying and wishing she’ll come running back.” Sam finishes. “Sam, that’s the most realest thing you’ve ever said.” I say, half joking. But I wasn’t it was, it was what i needed to do.

𝟣 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

Y/n pov:

Your at an influencer party hosted by your mutual. It was pretty cool. They had drinks and games everywhere. You stuck around with your other mutual Tarayummy. She asked you a question that made you rethink your entire life.

“Do you think Colby’s gonna be here?” you immediately froze. You didn’t think of that. You could barely the thought of seeing his face after all this time. He broke you so much. After the breakup, you started cutting, and haven’t been able to stop since. You knew if you could make peace with him, but you couldn’t.

You could stand face to face with the guy who ruined you. Also, when he told his fans that you guys broke up, you were sent death threats from is fans because they thought you broke up with him. You genuinely wanted to, but you held on for hope, and you’re still trying to find it.

Colby’s pov (first):

I just pulled up to this influencer party with Sam. I have no idea who’s hosting it, I just got a random invite to my phone. I see people out in the front yard wasted. Some of them throwing up. I feel bad for the guy who lives here.

When I walk into the house, I just see people having fun, something I haven’t done in a while. Then it crosses my mind, what if Y/n’s here? Thinking of that immediately made me jump. Just the thought of her being there made me so happy. I’ve longed to see her again. After the breakup, she blocked me on everything. I wasn’t able to be the “stalker ex”. I haven’t seen her face in forever, so knowing she could possibly be at this party brings me joy. Maybe I could finally apologize.

Searching for her felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack. But it didn’t make me feel all that lazy, there were well over 100 people at this party. all i wanted was to find her, and tell her how much i miss her. I miss us. I’ve been stuck in the same place of too long, and all my friends are waiting for of me to move on. But I can’t.

Y/n’s pov:

All night you hoped you wouldn’t see him. You couldn’t do that again. Even if you wanted to get back with him, he never took the relationship seriously. You concluded he wasn’t ready for one.

While walking down the halls you see someone that made you rethink your life again. It was Colby. You were starstruck but quick enough to turn around in hopes he didn’t see you. “Damn.” you thought, you ain’t going through secluded area anymore. Proven to be bad luck.

“Y/n.” you heard a soft voice coming from the end of the hallway. While in the middle of thought, you just decide to talk to him, whats the worst that could happen?

“yes?” you respond quietly. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” he says, on the verge of tears. When he says that, all you could do was stare. The person you were so in love with, and who just left you with no hesitation, can’t move on. You honestly weren’t surprised. Colby has always had attachment issues, but never had a problem going out to parties and having bitches in his bed.

Colby’s pov (first):

I’m still searching for Y/n. This house is too big to be looking for one person. out the corner of my eye, I see Tara. I always knew her and Tara were close so if she was here, Tara would know where she was. “Hey Tara,” I start. “Oh hey Colby! Long time no see.” she smiles and pulls me into a hug. “Yeah it has, but anyway;” I rush to get her off of me. She just looks at me a little irritated and confused, but she listens. “Have you seen Y/n? Is she here?” I ask, eager to know. “Woah slow down buddy, I don’t even think she wants to see you.” She tells me.

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “I don’t know, when i mentioned you to her she just went pale and walked off.” she explains. “Dude, you must’ve really fucked up.” Tara laughs. “Yeah I did, and i’m trying to fix it. Where did she walk to?” I ask, once again. “Uhhh she went overrrr…” she scans the room. “Oh! She went over to that empty corridor over there.” she finished. I didn’t even thank her, I just rushed to the corridor in hopes of finding her.

I stop at the entrance and I see her. She’s walking down kinda fast. As soon as she sees me, she turns around to walk the other way. This broke my heart, she really doesn’t want to see me. I build up the courage to say

“Y/n.” I call out. She stops dead in her tracks, I bet a million things are going on in her head. “yes?” she responds quietly. My heart skips a beat. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” I say, on the verge of letting a river out of my eyes. She turns around then, and I can see that beautiful face I fell in love with, that i’m still in love with.

Y/n pov:

“What do you want to say?” you question, but not very curious because you knew he was gonna give you some bs story. “Y/n i’ve missed you so much. Ever since I left and didn’t get to apologize, I broke-“ “Are you fucking serious?” you ask.

He looks at you with confusion. “You had 4 months. 4 month to try and reach out to me. I know I have you blocked on everything but you could’ve came to my apartment, or you could’ve tried Sam’s phone.” you state. “I-I know I could’ve, but when the time came I would’ve did that.” he lies. “But you didn’t. You left me, no goodbye or anything and you expect me to hear you out? You killed me, everything in me. I can’t go through that again.”

“Wait Y/n please let me explain-“. “No, if listen to you more, i’m gonna punch you in the face. You have to move on. You have to understand I was wronged in that relationship, I just can’t do that a second time.” you say, with tears spilling out your almond shaped eyes. At this point Colby was crying so hard. “Y/n please-“. “Goodbye Colby.” you conclude, and walk out the corridor.

I hope you guys liked it! I really enjoyed writing this but it all happened while something crazy happened. Helped me keep calm:)

Masterlist

[mgu-h]

Hi! This is another long one. (a week ago or so, I was the one who wrote a longer ask about how Max protects Lando and is aware and conscious how to not add more hate onto lando) While I notice Max protecting Lando’s image and feeling like he is part of “Team Lando Norris,” I also think Max is a way for Lando to still stream without actually streaming, if that makes sense, hahaha

I mean, yes, Lando streamed again last week, but in general, it's pretty obvious that he doesn’t do it as much as he did a few years ago. From what I’ve seen, it was something he used to do voluntarily but, more importantly, happily. Over the last year especially, Lando has really pulled back from using social media. He stopped using Twitter, rarely posts on Instagram, and has generally reduced his online presence. But he still continues to appear in Max’s streams, to be a voice there and play with him “for the world to see.” He could easily just play with Max offline; it’s not like Max wouldn’t if Lando asked. And I think a big part of it is that Lando can still “stream” without actually streaming. Without needing to entertain, without being in the spotlight. He can be there without a camera, mute himself if he wants to, but still be live, play, make jokes, and sometimes interact with chat.  

Sometimes he reacts to something Max reads from chat, or he talks about something he saw there, because he has the chat open. and maxs chat/community that is smaller and more manageable than the one that would exist if Lando went live himself. Sometimes, he’s just in chat. Again, he could easily text Max privately (also, I agree with one of your posts/asks where someone said it’s also a way to show that Max is his, like a possessive thing hahaha), but he doesn’t, because while he has reduced his online presence, Max’s smaller community is safer than all the platforms where he would be recognised on a much larger scale.  

I remember, like I mentioned in that one ask about Max protecting Lando, I watched all of Max’s streams from beginning to end every time Max went live since last summer. I think it was in September when Max was streaming iRacing. Lando wasn’t there from the start, but he joined later. However, after a while, he stopped playing. It was relatively late, and normally, Lando would be gone after stopping, but he stayed on Discord and kept talking to Max. I think there were only about 800 viewers because it was so late, and iRacing usually doesn’t do as well as other games Max plays. Especially when Max starts his stream alone, iRacing isn’t super entertaining for many people, since when Max is concentrating, he stops talking, and he also can’t listen to music, so it’s mostly just quiet so not really entertaining for everyone.

While Max was racing, Lando was either on his phone (which you could hear) or talking to Max about something. Then, since it was late, Max stopped racing (also because he crashed hahaha) and wanted to end the stream. But instead, they just kept talking for a while. I can’t remember exactly what it was about, just something related to iRacing and a video Lando had seen. But they were talking so normally, so casually, while still streaming. It was calm. At some point, they even talked about how comfortable it was to stay in their iRacing seats. I think Max even joked that he wouldn’t be surprised if Lando was too lazy to get up and just slept in his chair. it was almost intim, just them talking like they forgot they are live. 

that was one of the few times in recent Max streams when Lando really stayed online that late. Obviously, he stayed online after that too, and he streamed again, but around August or September was when Lando really reduced his online engagement to a minimum.  

anyway, I got a bit distracted, but I don’t think this is a new take or anything, maybe I’m interpreting it wrong, but it feels like Lando uses Max’s streams as a way to still “stream” and maybe feel “normal” or like things were before all the craziness started.  

At the same time, Max “uses” (maybe not the right word) Lando in a different way, he kind of lives through Lando’s eyes. He experiences the life of an F1 driver vicariously through Lando. Maybe this doesn’t make sense, but sometimes when Max talks about Lando as a driver, he talks like he is also part of Lando’s team. He talks about the ins and outs of being a driver from his own perspective but also from Lando’s.  

For example, when reacting to qualifying Spanish GP 2024, Max was like, “Lando, please give us a purple.” Or when something was about to go wrong, he would say things like, “Don’t understeer there, McLaren,” kind of putting the blame on the car.  

It’s hard to explain exactly what I mean because it’s more about the way I see it, and I don’t think there are perfect examples. But I’ve often noticed Max speaking in a “we” form, not to take away from Lando’s achievements or anything, because he ALWAYS only praises Lando. I don’t want to make it seem like he’s a narcissist or anything; I just think he sees them both as a team. They’re so co-dependent that Max often says “us” and “we” when talking about Lando, even about “Lando the F1 driver,” kind of like how couples do.

He always praises Lando and 100% sees these achievements as Lando’s, but he is so proud and feels so much like part of Lando’s core team that he naturally uses words like “we” and “us” when talking about it.

I hope this makes sense! It’s just something that was on my mind when I saw criticism about Max streaming with Lando, people saying Max “uses” Lando and pressures him into being online even though Lando doesn’t want to be. Which is stupid, because Lando is an adult, he alone decides to come online. There are so many instances where Lando didn’t need to be in chat because he could easily just text Max privately. Max and Lando play offline often, but Lando still decides to pop onto Discord when Max is live.  

These two need each other. Max gives Lando a sense of normalcy, allowing him to feel less like a superstar. And through Lando, Max gets to experience what it’s like to be a driver. I think that could be difficult, but Lando does it in a way that hurts Max or makes him feel like he is less. For Lando, it’s more like, you are part of me, and you are also part of me as a driver. 

so sorry this is again so long, just some things i thought about for awhile. I already wanna thanks for reading this, really appreciate it !

all of what you said is very beautiful and true!! max participates in lando's success, he doesn't claim it for himself, and lando relies on max and max's stream like it's safe harbor in a storm. the relationship seems to maintain core parts of their identities either way: what lando represents for max in terms of racing, max represents to lando in terms of a normal life. they're like complementary halves, with part of their selves located in the other person, yin and yang style lmao

[usmsgutterson]

Nothing Feels As Good As Going Home - S.R

Okay!! My ao3 did see this one first (I had edited it late last night and honestly?? I was too lazy to post it on both platforms because I edited it on ao3 and was too lazy to copy, paste, and then write an authors note lmao) and I'm pretty unsure about this as a whole because I'm only eight seasons in and I haven't written for Spencer before, but I'm conquering my fears tonight.

Despite my bio (which will be changed at least fifteen minutes after this has been posted--I have two accounts and I want to do some maintenance for this one because it needs a little TLC I fear) my requests are currently open!! They're wide open to Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner, even though I'd also likely be willing to write for another criminal minds character if you asked.

Fic type - this one is tooth rotting fluff because I couldn't resist

Warnings - spencer might be a tad ooc because this is the first time I've written for him. This is also set either in or around season eight as, when I wrote this, I was about halfway through that season and I'm currently close to 2/3rds of the way done with it. Cats are also in this one, if you aren't a cat person.

Spencer used to hate going home. He felt like he’d never really know what would be going on the minute he opened the front door and stepped inside, and after his father left, that fear intensified bit by bit.  

After his father left, he never knew what it would mean, going home, so he stalled. He’d go to a local park and sit on a bench and read a few books in an hour, maybe two, in order to escape the fear he felt at the idea of going home when he had no idea what would be going on in that house, whether his mother was okay that day or not.  

When he went to college and was living in the dorms, he hated going back because it meant more isolation. More loneliness, more of the same, really. Only his books to keep him company and just about nobody else, unless Ethan called, which he usually did two or three times a week. Ethans calls were one of the only things that really helped him when he wasn’t looking after his mother whenever he was on break, typically around the winter and during the summer.  

After having his mother institutionalised, he feared going home because it meant that she wasn’t there, and the guilt that came with having her taken into a facility when it wasn’t something she wanted weighed down on him very heavily.  

In those last two years pre-FBI, he hated going home because it meant more of the same. More loneliness, more of the same nature documentaries he'd seen a thousand times before if he wasn't putting on the news, and more books that he’d already read several times before haunting him from wherever it was that they sat on his bookshelves, which had been scattered throughout most rooms in his apartment.  

But he joined the FBI at twenty-one and managed to meet you somewhere along that year, found out that you’d just started working with the Marshals and had lived only twenty five minutes out from Arlington, which put you about fifteen from Quantico as a whole, and he started hating going home a lot less after you guys had been together for four months.  

After four months of dates and getting to know each other, getting home usually meant going on another date or Spencer finally getting the opportunity to call you and stay on the phone for longer than fifteen minutes.  

Spencer is very careful about your relationship, though—very secretive, though he doesn’t really mean to be, to avoid teasing from Derek and, four or so years down the line, Emily and JJ, though even Rossi joined in on occasion.

It’s not until he’s on the jet, Alex sitting to his left, JJ across him and Derek diagonally so, that he has to spill the beans.  

He gets a text from you and it’s the way that he smiles that gives it away.  

Hey, Spence! I cleaned up the house a little bit and went to grab your favourite coffee beans from the bodega we both like. Also: meet Megatron. Her name deceives.  

Attached is a photo of a kitten that can’t be more than four or five weeks old, dark brown everywhere except for her paws and chin, which are white.  

“Who’s the lucky one, boy genius?” Derek asks.  

“Huh?” Spencer looks up, eyes widened slightly. “It’s nobody.”  

JJs head tilts. “You wouldn’t smile like that for a nobody,” she says. “Who is it?”  

“Is it the one with the dark blue Prius--” Alex starts before she pauses, realizing where she's fumbled. That gets Rossi and Hotch interested, both of whom come to sit in the seats across from the four.  

Alex is the only one on the team who knows about you apart from Penelope, which is pure happenstance—his car had broken down once when both she and Spencer had worked a late night, and so you’d offered to pick him up from work so that the two of you could go back to the house you shared and indulge in a shark documentary and some pizza.  

“It is,” Spencer nods. “Their name is Y/N.”  

“How long have you had a Y/N?” Derek asks.  

“Since I was twenty-one,” Spencer admits. “About a decade now.”  

“You kept a romantic partner hidden for a decade ?” Derek asks. “How? Does--”  

“Penelope knows about them because they’re in the group she goes to on Tuesdays,” Spencer says. “The one for knitting and crocheting—Y/N does the latter, mostly, but they did knit the cardigan I was wearing last week.”  

“And how did Penelope figure out about the thing you two have had going on?”  

“It’s more than a thing , Derek,” Alex says. “If it’s been going for a decade, it’s more than a thing.”  

“We’d gotten done with a case early, and Penelope had left pretty much as soon as we were on the jet so that she could make it to the aforementioned group. I asked them where they were and picked them up with their favourite tea as a surprise. Penelope saw me there, watched us hug, and just about lost her mind. Have I satisfied your thirst for knowledge yet?”  

He turns to Alex briefly, nods a bit to answer her earlier remark. “I just proposed last weekend, so you’re right. It’s more than just a thing I would say.”  

Derek and JJs eyes widen until their shock is clearly conveyed, and Spencer laughs.  

“You have a fiancee, and you just—didn't think to fucking tell anybody?” Derek laughs. “Were you ever going to tell us?”  

“I was—we've been busy with work, and it didn’t occur to me.”  

“Okay,” JJ nods like she believes it, and that’s good enough for Spencer because he’s telling the truth anyway. “What was the text about?”  

Spencer shrugs, paraphrases.  

“They wrote me to tell me they’d cleaned up the house and picked up a stray, I think,” Spencer answers. “I mean, the stray part wasn't explicitly stated but—the kitten doesn’t look more than four weeks old, so the assumption was immediate, but they know I can’t say no to cats. They’ve been hoping that they’d find a stray while I was on a case since we first moved into a condo together. We bought our house six months ago now, and they’ve joked, every single time before I’ve left for a case, that it’s the perfect time.”  

“What’d they name it?” Rossi asks. “Assuming they didn’t ask for your input. I wouldn’t--I’d have a kitten named Einstein who could never live up to that.”  

Spencer can’t help the loving laugh that bubbles up from his throat as his fingers absently locate the chain around his neck, with an engagement ring of his own weighing the chain down just slightly so that the ring sits comfortably at the middle of his collarbone.  

“They named her Megatron,” he says nonchalantly. “Smallest cat I’ve ever seen, and still, she’s got big shoes to fill. Massive ones, actually.”  

That is enough to get Hotch to crack a smile. For a second, Spencer feels like he’s winning even though a game isn’t even being played.  

“Okay, so—how did you do it?” JJ asks. “I mean—ten years and a recent engagement? With only two people on our team discovering through that entire time? How?”  

“Penelope figured it out three years in,” Spencer answers. “Alex only figured it out recently, which is kind of surprising because I’ve never exactly hidden their existence. I just haven't talked about them because nobody has ever really asked but—I don’t know, either. We kept it low key because we both work law enforcement and it was just easier that way for the first little while, and then we both decided we liked the quiet so we kept things that way.”  

“They work in law enforcement?” Derek asks, his eyes narrowing. “Are they FBI?”  

“They’re a Deputy US Marshal, actually,” Spencer corrects. “They work in the Virginia office, which is 45 minutes outside of Quantico, up in Arlington. It’s why I have a twenty five minute commute—we both like our jobs a lot, and twenty-five minutes for me one way is only eighteen minutes for them the other, but I like driving so I don’t mind. They’re in talks for a promotion right now, and they were meant to hear about it today but so far their texts haven’t indicated anything about that.”  

It’s the most Spencer has told anyone except his mother about you since you’d gotten together, and while you both normally like to keep things quiet, bragging about you to the people he routinely trusts with his life is a very nice feeling.  

“US Marshal?” JJ asks. “They pretty commonly hire ex-military,” she says.  

“They’ve never been anywhere near the military,” Spencer laughs. “They did a two year degree at a community college, went to Glynco for training, and were employed by the US Marshals by twenty-one, around the same time I joined the FBI. We met each other at a coffee shop when they were off of work and their local one was closed, so our meeting was kismet.”  

Spencers phone buzzes again, and he ignores it that time. 

Alex grins at him, while Derek tuts and JJs eyes go to his phone as it buzzes once, then twice more, the fourth buzz coming four and a half seconds after the first, second, and third.  

“Check it,” she urges. “The jet is going to land in fifteen minutes, Spencer, so if it’s good news, you might as well.”  

SPENCER!! 

I have really really REALLY good news 

Please tell me your jet is landing soon or the very minute it’s landed call me please because you work twenty five minutes away and that means I can call and order from Antonios and by the time you’re home, you’ll only have to wait five minutes for pizza.  

Also, Megatrons full name is Megatron Ichabod Reid. Just so you know. I love you so much you stupid smart handsome tall man.  

Spencer doesn’t even try to fight his laugh as he reads.

“Good news?” Derek asks.  

“I think they got promoted, but I won’t know for sure til I’m home,” Spencer answers. “Also--Megatrons full name is apparently Megatron Ichabod Reid—their texts read like they’re hyper.”  

“I’d be pretty hyper if I got news of a promotion,” Rossi says. “Let us know if they did, though, kid. I’m hosting a dinner to celebrate your engagement regardless, but if they got promoted, it’s another thing to celebrate on the roster, and all the more of an excuse to meet the person you’ve kept hidden from the likes of us for a decade.”  

“You guys ordering Antonios?” Alex asks. “You mentioned getting Antonios for dinner the day after I saw you two together. I’m assuming it’s their favourite pizza spot—you don’t really seem like the pizza type. More like a pasta guy.”  

“We both love it,” Spencer answers. “There’s no pizza like Antonios—not where we live, anyway. It’s the middle ground between Quantico and Arlington, so there’s not a whole lot to do unless you drive either way.”  

“Antonios makes a good pizza,” Rossi nods.  

“Their pasta is better,” Hotch interjects. Spencer shakes his head, tries to go back to the book that’s sitting on the table in front of him but fails miserably, waits for the fifteen minutes til the jet lands to be done whilst the rest of the team talks amongst themselves.  

The second the jet lands, as he’s walking out of it, he dials your number and you pick up on the first ring.  

“Spencer Walter Reid, light of my life and giver of astoundingly lovely forehead kisses, please tell me you’ve landed,”  

Spencer laughs. “Just did,” he says. “The team knows about us now, by the way—I smiled when you texted and that lead to Derek questioning me, so there’s that. Also, if the good news is what I think it is, Rossi wants to hold a celebration dinner as an excuse to meet you. He fronted it with our engagement first, but I think he’s just shocked we’ve kept each other under wraps that long.”  

“You like Megatrons name?” You ask, giggling a bit, seemingly in spite of yourself. “I’m sorry, Spence—I'm hyper as hell, bouncing off the walls type. I’m going to open a bottle of wine, see if it calms me down a little. Get home as fast as you can, though! I miss your handsome face!”  

“Just gotta finish a file or two and then I’ll be home,” he says. “If you order the pizza now, I’ll only be like, five minutes late—the pizza won’t be scalding, like it usually is because of their ridiculously well-working warmer bags.”  

“I love you, Spence,” you say, tone turning a little serious. “Get home safe, please.”  

“I will,” Spencer nods. “You okay?”  

“Hyper but yearning,” you laugh. “I just miss you, ‘s all.”  

“I miss you too,” he says. “I’ll be home in forty minutes, tops. I promise.”  

The phone call ends, and he doesn’t miss the knowing smiles that are on Derek and Rossis faces. JJ is looking at him mildly confused as the tone of the conversation changed near it’s end, but he doesn’t want to explain, and so he chooses not to say anything.  

He goes back into the office, completes what remains of the files he has to work on, and after he submits the paperwork in to Hotch, he just about speed walks out of the office, toward the elevators.  

Derek is leaving at the same time as he is. “Goin’ home to Megatron and the singular person who’s managed to keep up with you for the past decade?” He asks teasingly as the doors close.    

“Yeah,” Spencer laughs. “I know you guys will tease me about it til the end of my time here, but—yeah. I get to go home to a stray cat the love of my life probably found in the parking lot of a Joanns, and the love of my life themself.”  

“I’m all done with my teasing, for now,” Derek says. “I’m just a little confused—why'd you keep them from us for this long?”  

“I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “When we’d first started dating, they’d just started out with the Marshals and they were scared having a partner in the FBI would get them special treatment, and then, when the stuff with Tobias Hankel happened and I got into Dialudid, I was scared that I’d make an enemy and then they’d find out about Y/N and use them to hurt me, and it just—we’re the quiet type, so we had reasons til we stopped needing them. I was going to tell you guys before we got engaged, but stuff has just kept happening so quickly in these past couple of years, and it’s kept slipping my mind.”  

Derek shrugs, but smiles understandingly. “I get it,” he says. “Lookin’ forward to that dinner Rossi is planning, though. I can’t wait to meet the singular person who probably would let you talk their ear off because they find you handsome or like your voice or something else that’s really sweet. You have a good night, Spence.”  

The elevator dings and the doors open, and the two leave separately. Spencer drives a little above the speed limit in the interest of getting home, which isn’t something he’d ever thought he’d do but is doing that night because it’s been a week since you’d last seen each other and he misses you like mad.  

When he inserts his key into the lock, unlocks the door and steps inside, he’s not filled with dread or fear or anxiety or loneliness or anything like that—instead, it feels like exactly what it’s supposed to.  

As he steps out of his shoes, hangs his bag on the coat rack and hears the sound of your laugh, he registers just how much the place he calls home feels like the word used to describe it.  

As he greets you with a hug and a few kisses to the forehead, it feels so much like home that it almost causes an ache in his chest. As you tell him about your promotion from Deputy to Chief Deputy and he hears Megatron the cat meow for the first time, happiness swells within him. Home, for the first time in his life, truly feels like a home. A place where he can unwind and be with those he truly loves, a place in which happiness is practically never-ending.  

Going home has never felt so good as going home to you, and Spencer is unsure anything will ever beat it.  

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

ANALYZING SPIDERVERSE BACKGROUNDS- PART TWO!!!!!!!!!

The insanity doesn't stop

This time, we're going to be looking at into the spiderverse, specifically this scene (sorry about the weird cut at the ending, I accidentally zoomed in/out lol)

Which I have gone through frame by frame..

For fun. You can see what he's doing for the most part, but I needed to share my thoughts on it.

(It's mostly me being a homosexual though... happy pride month)

ANYWAY

Nothing important here really I just think this little sequence of him drinking is cute. Also WHY IS THE CAN CLIPPING THROUGH HIS HAND THAT POOR GUY THAT CANNOT BE COMFORTABLE LMAO. Also what the hell is going on with his laptop who needs that many tabs open. Loving the laptop + PC combo. This boy uses so much electricity...

Awwwww look at him. He needed a little light because his blind ass couldn't see to write his invisible notes (Me too Ganke, me too. What are you writing about though why is it so important it has to be on paper and cannot simply remain a computer file? Are you doing homework.... at this hour?)

Also he has the same getting up/sitting down sequence!! I think that's cute too, and it's probably just the animators being lazy and not wanting to animate a billion different ways of sitting down, but, hear me out; OCD Ganke. Now, I don't know much about OCD, but I do know that people who have it tend to repeat the same behaviors/patterns every day for every single activity. This could also explain the three of the same hat thing he has going on. Now, that's just a silly little headcanon to play with, so don't take it too seriously.

Also, WHERE THE HELL IS HE GOING??? AS FAR AS IM AWARE, THERES OBLY ONE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM. THE DOOR TO THE HALLWAY.

Is his ass really getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (courtesy of his one billion energy drinks) amd leaving the fucking door OPEN?? BUDDY? YOUR ELECTRONICS ARE RIGHT THERE DIRECTLY IN SIGHT OF THE HALLWAY... AND YOUR ROOMMATE IS SLEEPING THERE.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Hehehehehehehehe aww look at him putting his headphones on I wonder what he's listening to. Also who texted him it's like 12am rn. GO TO BED (He checks it twice. It's 15 close friends reminding him to go to bed. He responded "I'm asleep dw" to every single one)

Look at this EEPY FUCKIN GUY. OH he is so SLEEPY if ONLY there was SOMETHING he could DO ABOUT IT. Oh what's that? Put down the energy drink can and turn off my computer? What a ludicrous idea who would have ever come up with that. Pff. Psch. Apffttr. He looks like the bottom of a sting ray in that middle photo. Someone get this kid a break and also some fucking melatonin. And water. Stat. He's like a plant. Put him outside.

Oh, look, he's finally decided to ditch his uniform that he's been wearing all day and get into something more comfy. Not the hat tho. The hat stays on every second of his life. Oh well at least he's probably a lot more comfortable. And would you look at that hes.. still wearing..... his shoes. B.. buddy you... you know you can take those off right. It's okay I promise. You got this. Is he barefoot in those too. Is he still wearing the same damn pants from before.

ALSO HIS NOTEPAD MAGICALLY HAS WRITING ON IT NOW!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE DECODE THESE MYSTERIES!!! IM SO EVER VERY CURIOUS

Do you think that while making his cup o noodles in the microwave he was playing music too loud and forgot to hit the stop button before it beeped and he just... kinda froze.... and looked up at Miles (who is sleeping like a fucking bear during the peak months of winter in hibernation. Not even a fucking jet engine could wake that boy up) and then kinda just awkwardly resumes what he was doing. Because I do. I do.

(ALSO, this is the second time his phone lights up. He does check it, I'm just not including it for sake of space)

ALRIGHT APPROACHING THE END OF EVEEYRHING I CAN SQUEEZE OUT OF THIS SCENE!

What is he doing in that first Pic. Clearly whatever he wrote down was important, but, like, is his computer updating? Is he just checking to make sure he input something correctly? What is this boy doing somebody please give me a 2 hour movie or a 500 page novel just on him immediately thanks

He's finally taking a brain break and... relaxing by reading comics. Not sleeping, no. Oh god no. But looking at comics. This kid has autism you cannot convince me otherwise. Who does this if they don't have some form of neurodivergency. Please bonk him on the head cartoon style for me I love him.

Awww he cleans up some of the floor (stuffs it under his bed to be dealt with months later)! PLEASE, THOUGH, THE WAY HE FUXKING LOOKS UP AT MILES I CANNOT STAND HIM WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A CUTOUT THAT SOMEONE TRIED TO HORRIBLY PHOTOSHOP INTO A PICTURE HE DOESNT BELONG IN WHY DOES HE LOOK LILE HES FLOATING.

Also as you can tell by his million energy drinks and now empty and just juice cup o noodles, he doesn't clean up after himself ever. Maybe instead of buying a fourth computer, we invest in a trash can for your dorm. Hmmmm? Silly boy. I love it when they give teenagers teenager habits. Please give me more of this.

This may not be 100% accurate, but take a look at how many energy drinks he goes through in one night.

The first clip is at the beginning of the scene, where most of them are unopened while there are already still five open ones (I can't figure out how to get the best picture of how many drinks there really are here while making it a collage... anyway). Since we don't see the beginning of the night, we don't know how many drinks Ganke has had prior to now, or what the interval he drinks them at is.

At the end of the clip, there are an estimates 12 open drinks total. One on the floor, two(?) By his comic, six by the right side of his computer, plus three on the left side of his computer. That means he drank 6 energy drinks in the span of however many hours we watched him for.

Bro has a serious caffeine addiction and needs to be grounded from money. ALSO, HES DRINKING THEM WARM??? BRO..

And I know that they are energy drinks, because, well. One, just look at them. Two, how do we think Ganke manages to stay up all night doing God knows what for hours on end. We didn't even ever see him go to bed! He's still on his computer when Miles wakes up! Bro pulled an all nighter and for WHAT. BUDDY. And three: the design on the cup literally reads "ENRGY" bottom text "drink"

Dude

Bro

Water

Please.

Drink it.

Also them having part of their schedule on the wall is so cute too!! Do they share classes? How many? Also that says Ceramics. As per my first post of this series, if you look at the horribly lopsided bowl beside Ganke on the bed, that looks a lot like something someone who struggled in arts would create.

Who is that someone?

Well, it's not Miles. We've seen his art.

Is

Is it Ganke?

Ganke the nerd? The Ganke among the most gifted students at Visions? Ganke who pulls all nighters and picks for on his computer often?

Hell yeah. Give him pottery. He brings home lopsided mugs and bent in bowls and dented plates for them to use instead of buying their own dishware, and Miles is so supportive of it even through the kettle he was using had a hole and leaked boiling water all over his hands. He's doing his best, he's not good with crafts. Give him a break.

I love this and them so much. He's my guy. PLEASE BRING HIM OR 42 GANKE BACK IN BTSV SONY PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE GANKE CONTENT I CANNOT KEEP LIVING OFF OF SCRAPS LIKE THIS PLEASE!!!

Part One

Part 1.5

[inkstainedveinz]

The Look of Love ♡

Stan Marsh x gn reader hcs, was gonna make a drabble but got lazy. it got uncreative at the end as you can see lmao

Stan def writes songs about you. he just comes back from school, goes into his room, and starts writing down lyrics inspired by his love for you

I'd like to say he's a bit jealous sometimes. If he ever notices you're hanging out with others more than him, he gets a bit upset, especially if it's a guy

he probably writes and passes notes to you in class, his handwriting is messy tho so you can barely read it for shit

he's not that big on pda, the most stan can do is hand holding

in private tho he gives you a few kisses here and there

he sometimes calls or texts you to ask if he can stay the night whenever he doesn't have the energy to deal with randy

invites you to crimson dawn rehearsals! ( will sneak in new songs, some are the ones he wrote about you )

considers you as the most special person in his entire life without a doubt

he's a bit clingy at times, not too much, though it embarrassed him

tbh i feel like sometimes stan lets you wear his hat. He gets a bit giddy when you're wearing something from him

on valentines Day, stan gave you a rose and a CD of your favorite band, kyle also suggested he should give you a snack, so he did get you one like last minute

i feel like stan isn't THAT big on socializing often, judging from his and wendys relationship. he tries to learn from that though and checks up on you every now and then because he's scared of losing you as well

stan is that boyfriend that is really supportive of you and thinks that you should do what you wanna do with your life. he tries to help you and give you as much support as he can

[bayfuzzball7050]

SIEMPRE SE PUEDE PEDIR TRADUCCIÓN‼️‼️‼️

INTRODUCTION POST AND RULES 🔥🔥🦾🦾🦾🦈🦈

(Edit— 23/09/2024) I kinda got excited writing this ☠️

There’s like a worrying amount of text. I’m not sure everyone can gut how much I wrote 😭😭

But here are like the basics of my blog:

The name’s César or Diego. Call me whatever ya want, idc

I’m a Trans Guy, he/him exclusively.

☆ Artist — I mostly make jjba fanart (currently insane about it)

☆ Art requests are currently closed!!

When open: I draw anything but nsfw/kinks, complex backgrounds, Steven universe fanart, danganronpa fanart and proship stuff

☆ Writer (no fanfic here tho)

☆ if I use emojis, be aware that most of the time it’s ironic

☆ I make a lot of kys/kms jokes, if you’re not ok with this, please don’t follow

☆ i LOVE spammers, spam likes, reblogs, whatever as much as you like :3

☆ if ya wanna be mutuals just ask I don’t mind I’ll just check yo vibe and that’s it

Art tag: #my art

Post tag/reblogs where I add something: #​☆ momazos diego

Quality posts tag (aka when I think): #chamber of reflection (reflexionando en la chamba)

Posting when I should be asleep tag: #trasnochadoposting

oc and au masterpost

brushes I use

☆ art summary 2024! ☆

BY THE WAY!!

☆ I usually don’t add tw (tho I dont post stuff with heavy themes often if I’m honest like I rarely do it) But if anything, be wary

☆ I also always have my notifications off so please don’t feel bad if I don’t answer a dm or anything of the sort

☆ please excuse me if I reblog/like artists who are proshippers, I don’t tend to check blogs before interacting🧍🏽(I’ve gotten myself blocked many times because of this)

☆ also like if they problematic in general like idk if maybe someone I reblogged has been in a big ahh controversy or summ so uhhh forgive me

☆ dni and fandoms im in below the cut

☆ more info abt me and my blog :P ☆

So, I think imma make(try) a dni list but ik it’s ultimately useless cuz like I can’t force ya and im not your dad plus I’m too lazy to look through every blog that reblogs or likes but uh blocklist ig???

It’s just basic dni criteria, but like if ya wanna read ig?

SHIT THAT GETS YA BLOCKED ‼️‼️

(some of these are oddly specific)

☆ Basic dni, ace exclusionists/phobes, conservatives, Proshippers, Comshippers, anti-anti’s and profiction mfs (I am anti harassment but it makes me deeply uncomfortable, so please do not interact), LOL1C0NS AND SHOTAC0NS (KYS…NOWW) SWERFS and radfems, Transmeds/Truscums/anti-MOGAI mfs, Transid, “Transabled”, "transracial", Radqueers in general, NSFW agere blogs (SFW agere it’s cool I don’t mind), Paraphilics in general, Pro-ANA/Pro-MIA.

☆ swifties.

Exceptions and specifics:

☆ I think Selfshippers / yumeshippers are cool thus they aren’t hurting anyone most of the time

☆ people tend to think that transid has therians in it and no, I think therians, kinnies and fictives are cool (dont get it but cool nonetheless)

☆ I do not care about the original meaning of proshipper or if I’m technically one, why? Simple, all of them tend to be people who think they’re oppressed for getting off to fictional teens and incest now get out my blog

To be honest I don’t check the blogs of most people who reblog or like but- Ricky…Ricky when I catch you Ricky-

(I mostly notice when I get followed but uh- anyway 😻)

THIN ICE:

☆ dsmp fans

As much as I enjoy the Fanart and maybe the roleplay was interesting I have like personal beef with the fanbase and creators

☆ Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel/Viziepop supporters

I hate it a lot so if you don’t wanna see posts shitting on it maybe don’t follow

☆ Hannibal Fans

The franchise is fire but I also have beef with Hannibal fans cuz for some reason most of them proshippers

☆ MHA fans for the same reason as Hannibal fans

☆ Same with South Park

☆ Same goes for Homestuck fans

☆ Same goes for Steven Universe fans. It’s mid btw

☆ ONE PIECE fans, y’all didn’t do anything wrong it’s just that I haven’t caught up with the show 😭😭

☆ NSFW blogs (as in porn/smut)

ANYWAY

Languages I speak:

☆ Spanish (mother language)

☆ English

☆ A tiny bit of Italian

FANDOMS IM IN (but I forget sometimes 😿)

☆ JJBA (what I post about mostly (going insane over this))

☆ Yakuza (I haven’t finished 0 yet)

☆ Brawl Stars (slowly losing my mind over it)

☆ WEIRD AL YANKOVIC

☆ LOST MEDIA. (Believe it or not, im also going insane over this.)

☆ Berserk

☆ The Eltingville Club

☆ Mouthwashing

☆ Madoka Magica

☆ ikigusare (best virtual girl band ever fr fr)

☆ Gorillaz

☆ Saiki K

☆ Good Omens

☆ Moral Orel

☆ Dorohedoro

☆ My Little Pony

☆ Sonic fandom

☆ Undertale / Deltarune

☆ Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

☆ El Cuarteto De Nos

☆ Azumanga Dioh!

☆ Vocaloid

☆ Project Sekai

☆ D4DJ

☆ Food Fantasy

☆ FNAF (grrrr I love fnaf,,)

☆ Emo / Scene / Scemo (I just don’t have money for clothes nor the patience to make a blog only for that 😭😭)

☆ actually like another shit ton more but I can’t remember 😔

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☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball7050 (old account, permanently banned)

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☆ ofc Tumblr

☆ Wattpad and AO3 but we ain’t talking about that 🤫🧏‍♂️

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-art is my art blog (reblogs from here)

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-afterdark is my mature (straight up porn) art blog

☆ ALSO! opened a Pixiv :3

☆ I HAVE AN ARTFIGHT!

☆ Bluesky

☆ Bluesky but it’s just porn

Dis me btw

[halucynator]

Hi Sweetie ~~ ✨

Please can I request a fic based on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter? Any Slytherin boy will do 🤣 I just need fluff in my life~~ 💞

No worries if not x

Nonsense

I'm lazy so this is the second part of Someone Will Love You Better lmao. I think it fits. Part 1 is here.

Also I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice that I got sent this! Idk how long it's been in my inbox but if it's a long time I'm SO sorry!! Hope you like it xx the red italic writing are the lyrics xx the lyrics are edited to suit the text (ofc)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut (like 3 words?), kissing, not proof read, I think that's it

Summary: based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Draco had broken up. You had to face Mattheo which was easier than expected.

Think I only want one person in my dorm. I might change your nickname to don't leave me alone. Said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll. Treat me like a queen now you got me feeling thrown. Those were the words that clouded your mind as you saw the love of your life.

Who could you possibly be talking about? The answer stood right in front of you. Mattheo Riddle. You'd liked him since forever. Well, since you'd known him which was after you started dating Draco. And to your delight, HE asked YOU out a week ago because Draco told him you liked him. Crazy, right? Here you thought you'd have to make the first move.

I guess he liked you just as much as you liked him. However, one think he didn't like was PDA.

But he was so hot and you couldn't help yourself, when he got close to you. And so he was forced to partake in any public display of affection and he grew to not mind it as much. It was you, after all. And he'd do anything for you.

Your tongue went numb around him, and made you sound like a complete idiot constantly making it sound like you were saying unintelligible words such as bleh blah blee.

You didn't want no one else, you were in too deep.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote. It's about you and me." You handed him a love letter, your cheeks the deepest shade of crimson.

He smiled, like a full one, which was a rare occasion. Usually he settled for subtle smiles. So subtle, you couldn't be sure if it was a smile.

Inside the letter the following words were written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because otherwise this letter would be too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense. I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild wild thoughts.

Love

Your princess,

Y/n

Mattheo laughed as he shook his head. "You didn't have to write it down! I already know I'm irresistible."

"you've gotta keep up with me, I've got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E, how do you do this to me?"

"Do what love?" Mattheo asked.

"around you I get butterflies. But I can't help myself when I get close to you. Baby my tongue goes numb. Sounds like bleh blah blee. I don't want no one else. Baby I'm in too deep."

He kisses your lips and hands you a letter.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote, it's about you and me." He says grinning as you open the letter.

And surely enough the letter had the following words written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because I don't want to keep you too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense.

Love,

Someone who you don't want to leave you alone,

Mattheo Riddle.

"This love catchier than chickenpox is. I think your dorm is where my other sock is. Woke up this morning, thought I'd write you a letter. Wanna take a quiz?" You asked

"Sure. What about?" Mattheo questioned.

"how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz." You chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek.

ﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:*

A/n: hope you like it as much as I did writing it! It's kinda short! Request again anytime love 💗 again I am super sorry for the wait !

[ruepotterblack]

I just had an argument with my best friend about whether or not you should mark books and it got me thinking, something I don't usually do very much to be honest.

Regulus is one of those who loves to scratch his books, at first it was uncomfortable for him to do so because he had no idea what to write, But over time he began to write long notes that adorned the margins of the pages of his favorite books.

It may be a very cliché thing for the character, but it is very personal to me.

He wrote things about comments that he found interesting, funny or profound about the characters or the narrative of the text.

He also wrote about the author's style or some metaphors that went unnoticed in his first reading of the book but that on a second or third reading he managed to understand and went on to express his fanaticism for the writer's ingenuity in choosing certain resources to tell the story.

I hope that by now you understand where I'm going with this.

He also liked to remember his thoughts about a book he read and see if later he still thought the same thing or if those thoughts had changed. He made fun of himself about some of the notes and answered himself as if his younger self could see the notes too.

Something that he also started doing with his school textbooks, homework he needed to do, topics he had to review or simply notes from class that he was too lazy to write on his notebook.

But one day, out of nowhere, he started jotting down notes about a particular boy, one he thought he hated, but his notes were completely romantic about him.

He skip his novels without romance, or tragic romance, and prefer where the main couple ends up together happily ever after.

Maybe you know where this is going. I'll leave it here for now, because my lunch break at work is over.

[theofficialphipplering]

✨~Love & DeepSpace OneShot~✨

💕**I wrote this in complete delirium after staying up for far too long. That being said please excuse any spelling or grammar errors.**

✨🪐 I am not a professional writer I just do this for fun because it makes me smile.✨🪐

A complete 360(+5) {Pt. 1}

Today is the day, it’s been 365 days since you moved to Linkon city. Even better, it’s been 365 days since you met your boys. It wasn’t always that way, “your boys”, it took a lot of what you’re calling exposure therapy and convincing for the 4 of them to finally learn to play nice together. A year in and they’re still not perfectly in love with each other but the growth of a relationship and some camaraderie between them is so thick in the air you can reach out and touch it. It is still early in the morning as you make your way to the hunters association, your watch that is counting your footsteps alerts you to a fluctuation of metaflux nearby. You look up at the building just in front of you then back at your watch before letting out a heavy sigh. Taking off in a sprint you head towards where the trouble was, to your surprise Xavier is already there. He was always the first on the scene and the first to leave, your resonance helps him out a bit but honestly it’s like he doesn’t even need you as his partner. You furrow your brows and tilt you head as you watch him expertly attack the wanderer that spawned in the protofield, a single swing of his light blade and a blindingly bright flash of his evol dissipates the wanderer before you even have your hunters association gun out of its holster. Come to think of it, Xavier is your upstairs neighbor and since you both work in the same place- you think- shouldn’t you have seen him leaving your guys shared apartment building this morning?

Xavier catches sight of you as he reaches out grabbing the protocore the wanderer dropped. He crushes it in his fist instinctively before looking down at the dust in his palm now blowing away in the wind. Those signature blue puppy dog eyes land on you again as he walks closer. He knew he messed up. “Xavier! We’re supposed to collect those to take back to the association!” He blushes embarrassed at being caught and looks down at his palm once more, before he can speak a yawn cuts him off which makes you giggle. He was always so tired, ready to sleep at *any* time. Literally! You’ve seen him fall asleep standing up. “I’m sorry y/n. I guess I just do it out of habit. The next one is all yours I swear!”

As your eyes meet his you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips, big hopeful bright blue orbs stare back at you and you roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before. Thanks for handling the wanderer, come on we should head to the association since I was almost there when my watch went off”

And awkward beat passes between the two of you as Xavier scratches the back of his neck. “I actually have to get going..I’ve to got..” his eyes stay locked on you and you can tell he’s making up a lie and too lazy to hide it. “I really gotta go get my dry cleaning. They threatened to re-dirty it if I wasn’t on time to get it”. Just like that he was gone, leaving you to walk back to the hunters building alone.

Xavier checks his phone as he walks towards Asiko hospital, the text from Zayne sitting read on his screen. The doctor had summoned him wanting to have a talk about y/n, he couldn’t help but wonder what for. The curiosity that wrinkled his brow immediately festered out when he entered Doctor Zaynes office to see both Rafayel and Sylus also standing there with him. Mouth and brows now pressed into a straight line Xavier crossed his arms and looks around the office. “You said you wanted to talk. I was working, y/n and I had a serious mission to take care of. What are these two doing here?”

Sylus raises his hand and opens his mouth to speak but is quickly cut off by Zayne with an icy finger his only warning to the taller to remain silent. “Sylus texted me in the middle of the night to remind me to remind you both that it is our one year with y/n”. A quick glance around the room to nodding heads and quizzical looks is all it takes for Zayne to continue.

“He had a proposal of a way for *all* of us to be able to celebrate our time with her together-“ Zayne is cut off by Rafayel’s usual sassy tone.

“If it’s any idea coming from this perverted old man I’m already not a fan!” He puffs his cheeks and folds his arms over his chest while glaring at the metallic haired man. Sylus only responds with narrowed eyes at the fish so Zayne can continue explaining his idea. “He wants to make it a rather romantic and fun evening for our girl. She’s off work at about 7 tonight, which lines up nicely as I should be leaving the hospital around then”

Sylus raises his hand to interject and before anyone can tell him no he’s used his evol to manipulate a nearby paperweight as a threatening object. “Kitten has been working very hard lately, I think she deserves a little *reward*”

A pleased look on his face he crosses one arm over his chest and taps at his temple with his free hand. “We make her a nice dinner to come home to, something refreshing and light. Then for dessert?..” he pauses for a moment- extra dramatic effect because all of these men have a flare for the dramatic. “All of us!” He pauses again as if he expects some sort of round of applause for his sexually charged idea.

*crickets*

Zayne allows Sylus to sit in the silence a moment, just for his own amusement to see the big bad leader of Onychinus fidget at not getting praise. After he’s had his moment he takes control of the conversation once more, noticing Xavier nodding off to sleep leaned against the bookcase. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose he nods towards the blondie asking Rafayel to wake him. “What Sylus means… is we will make her a nice meal which we will all sit down and eat together. Then if she is agreeable, we can all spend the rest of the evening helping her to *thoroughly relax*” he says doing air quotes.

Xavier who had just come back to the conversation looks at the room with narrowed eyes. Over the last year his possessiveness has never dulled and as expected he is usually the least on board for group activities. “Wait- so you just wanna feed her and put her to bed? How is that romantic at all?”

It was Rafayel’s turn to be disappointed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing he tilts his head to meet Xavier’s gaze. “I have no idea what y/n see in you..”. He mutters to himself in glubglubnese out of exasperation. “They’re saying we make her a nice meal and then we can all…*play* with her for the rest of the night”. The attitude in his voice is married with him narrowing his eyes at Xavier with a slight nod of suggestion to make sure he understands.

Finally everyone in the room is on the same page and the planning of their evening can finally begin. The plan didn’t go off without a hitch though, Zayne had to stop quite a few instances of bickering, the other three argued over who would get y/n first. “Please keep in mind gentlemen, y/n is a human being and not the Wii remote controller. We have shared her this far, I’m sure whatever happens tonight all of us will be involved. Yeah?”

His diplomacy and level headed nature ends the squabble fairly quickly, checking his watch he lets out a sigh of annoyance. “I’m running late, I have patients to tend to and meetings to reschedule now. Please, see yourselves out. Can any of you pick up the ingredients for dinner tonight? I will cook when I get there”

Back at the Hunters Association y/n was given a new assignment for her and her partner- who wasn’t anywhere to be seen. *How long does it take to pick up dry cleaning?*. Reading over the mission information she was given she looks at the time on her watch before deciding to use it to call Xavier. She reached his video voicemail so she left him a message. “Xavier, you’re supposed to be my partner. Where are you? The association gave us a new assignment and I’m headed there now. Your watch should already have the mission information assigned to you. I’ll meet you there”