#and I still would have been fine waiting if it was just an hour

[crazyvik97rpg]

Of course their friends didn't suspect a thing, not even Alan could imagine how miserable William felt. Not only today - lately, in general. It took such a toll on him and yet he kept on his mask, acted all strong and protective towards Sebastian. An uncomfortable conversation awaited them - Alan kind of mentioned to Ronald and Eric later on that their meet up had something to do with Sebastian's health and that William seemed really stressed and exhausted about it. So...they somewhat had an idea but really, they had no clue.

Sebastian of course recieved William's text - oh, despite his condition right now it brought a smile to his face right away. Even the nurse taking his blood pressure noticed and as extroverted as Sebastian was, he was chatting with the nurses frequently of course. "Oh, my boyfriend texted. He's the sweetest...he has to work today but he'll come visit in the evening. He's a teacher", he smiled and while he said that, he texted him right back.

'Good morning, dove! <3<3<3 I'm feeling fine...all sore and surgery wound hurts but the worst is that I still can't eat solid food. I'll be fine though. Miss you too, so much!! <3 Have a great day at school <3'

Honestly, the amount of hearts they used during texting should be a crime - but they were simply just as cheesy as in real life, heh. This brightened Sebastian's morning for sure and he just couldn't wait - he wished William was back with him already. Until then, he had to lie in bed some more, wait for the pain meds to kick in and have some more tests done by the nurses. Visiting hours didn't start until around 2pm, so he couldn't expect any visitors until then either. Only one more interesting thing happened before noon - he got a new neighbour in the next bed. An elderly man who apparently had surgery later in the day. He came with his wife to get ready here, left his bag and got changed into the hospital gowns. Huh...Sebastian had been the same just yesterday. At least something was happening and he could chat with them a bit too, so he wasn't bored.

For Alan, Ronald and Eric, today was much as every day - it was the new school year, so there was lots of planning and new stuff to do with the students. The kids got used to their routine again, diligently worked on their tasks and practiced their instruments. Weather was nice today too, which added to their motivation, and yet Alan couldn't fully relax, be happy about it. He kept thinking about William the whole time. He was worried. The principal didn't say anything about Sebastian's sick leave yet and he wondered whether a whole new substitute teacher would come to replace him. He wondered how serious Sebastian's condition might be. By the time all of them had lunch together, Eric too had to silently agree with his husband that William really didn't look well today.

By 3pm, school was pretty much over for everyone. Eric and Alan were in the faculty room, getting ready to go and Ronald also joined them just a few minutes later. They had agreed to meet up at William's place.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[forzarma]

Between the lines

Lando Norris x Law student!reader

A/N: ok amma just act like i didn’t ghost this app for months and came out if nowhere but here we are ig. Also the Brazilian gp??? What the heck like wild race istg😭

It all started one night in Monaco, on a break from law school. You were on vacation with a friend, celebrating the rare freedom that came with a brief pause in your intense study schedule. A night at the casino was not usually your scene, but your friend had insisted.

After about an hour, she’d struck up a flirtatious conversation with some guy who’d been lingering by the bar. You waved her off, telling her you’d be fine, and took a seat on your own near a roulette table.

That’s when he walked up. Unassuming at first, with that messy hair and a slightly cocky smile that had “trouble” written all over it.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, a hint of an accent in his voice.

You shrugged, amused. “Go for it. But I’m not particularly good at this.”

He chuckled. “Neither am I.”

You exchanged a few more jokes, but it didn’t take long for him to introduce himself, giving you his number in a smooth, unhurried way.

“Lando,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You stashed the number away without much thought. It was only the next day, when you mentioned the encounter to your little sister over FaceTime, that you realized who he actually was.

“Some guy named Lando gave me his number at the casino,” you’d said offhandedly. Her jaw dropped.

“Wait, Lando who??.”

You blinked, stunned, and then laughed. “I don’t know, apparently he’s famous”

“so it’s lando fucking norris what” she said wide eyed

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “Only my sister would be this oblivious to F1 drivers. I’ve been a die-hard fan since I was, like, ten, and you meet one without even knowing?”

From there, you let yourself get to know him, intrigued by how normal he seemed compared to the hype you’d suddenly realized surrounded him. When he asked you out, you thought, why not? You were used to focusing on your studies and keeping your personal life private, so it didn’t seem like much would change. But with Lando, everything was different.

-

Months later, you’d fallen into an unexpected but steady rhythm with Lando. Despite his career, he managed to keep things low-key. Neither of you posted much about each other. Hell, you barely posted anything at all. You were still a law student with a private life, and the last thing you wanted was for the whole world to know who you were dating.

One evening, you were lying on his couch, scrolling through your phone, when Lando turned to you with a sly grin.

“Babe, you know… you’re eventually gonna get caught, right? Someone’s going to snap a picture of us, and then the cat’s out of the bag,” he teased, nudging your leg with his.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Oh, sure, because every random person with a camera is just dying to know who you’re dating.”

He snickered, leaning in closer. “Maybe. But you know, it could be kinda nice… to go out sometimes. Like, properly. We don’t have to make a big deal of it.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. As much as you loved being with him, the idea of being recognized—or worse, photographed—made you cringe. Your accounts were private, your life simple, and you weren’t sure how you’d feel about people seeing you with him.

But, at the same time, you knew it wasn’t fair to keep him hidden away forever. So, you took a deep breath and gave him a small smile. “What if we make a deal?”

His eyebrows shot up in interest. “I’m listening.”

“You can have me at the paddock,” you said, already dreading the idea. “But my accounts stay private, no tags, no ‘girlfriend reveals’ on Instagram. I’ll show up, I’ll be there for you but I’m not trying to become some celebrity.”

He grinned, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Deal. Although I can’t promise you won’t end up in a couple of team photos. You know how they love to catch every damn moment.”

You chuckled, trying not to think too hard about what you were signing up for.

-

A couple of weeks later, you were lying in bed with Lando, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, when you felt a pang of guilt.

“I never actually told you about my sister,” you said suddenly.

“Oh?” He looked over at you with interest.

“Yeah, she’s been obsessed with F1 since she was like, ten,” you explained, laughing softly. “She’s begged me to take her to a race for years, but I was always too busy with school. Now she’s a full-on Ferrari fan… and she’s probably never going to forgive me for dating you.”

He grinned, intrigued. “A Ferrari fan, huh? That’s rough. Maybe I can convince her to switch sides.”

You snorted. “Good luck. She’s already sworn allegiance to Sebastian Vettel. In her words, McLaren’s colors are ‘an offense to her soul.’”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Well, in that case, we’ll have to win her over somehow. Why don’t we bring her to a race? I’ll make sure she gets the best seats, full experience,

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “She’d lose her mind. Seriously. Are you sure? Because I can tell you right now, she’d never root for McLaren.

“Absolutely,” he said, squeezing your hand. “If she’s as big a fan as you say, she deserves a proper race weekend. Plus, I think it’s time we officially break her ‘Ferrari-only’ heart.”

-

On race day, you and Lando arrived at the paddock, and immediately, heads turned. You’d chosen a classic, chic outfit and despite your initial nerves, you managed to keep your cool.

You spotted your sister down the row, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw you. She approached, barely able to contain her excitement, though she shot a mock glare at Lando.

“Such a shame I don’t like McLaren,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied with a grin. “You just wait. One lap, and you’ll be a fan.”

She rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was thrilled, practically bouncing on her heels as she looked around at the spectacle. She turned to you, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re really here… at a race. I don’t know whether to thank you or disown you.”

You laughed, nudging her playfully. “I’m still not a fan, if that helps.”

She huffed, pretending to be offended. “I guess I’ll forgive you. But only if you bring me every single time from now on.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of cameras, fans, and the hum of engines. You couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that came with being part of the chaos, even if it meant being in the public eye. And when you saw your sister’s face, completely lit up as she took in every second, it felt worth it.

-

The relationship slowly became public, just as you and Lando had agreed. You kept your accounts locked down, but fans began to recognize you, and a few photos of you two at the paddock circulated on social media.

Your sister stayed true to her Ferrari fandom, texting you regularly to tease you about your “betrayal.” But every now and then, you’d catch her slipping in a comment about McLaren usually something along the lines of, “Okay, that car looks pretty badass.”

One evening, Lando turned to you with a satisfied grin. “I think we’re doing alright, don’t you think?”

You looked around the Monaco apartment you’d somehow started calling “home” without even realizing it, at the life you’d built together. You leaned over, giving him a soft kiss. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

In the end, you realized you didn’t need to post, announce, or shout your relationship from the rooftops. Being there for each other was enough, even if it meant sharing some of the spotlight.

After all, Lando may have been the one the world wanted to see, but you were his, and that was more than enough.

[cinnablu3]

Beautiful Stranger

This is my way of announcing My first Smau series, Beautiful Stranger, is officially canceled. My plan was just to ghost the series, but with the likeness, it did have, especially with the small number of chapters it had. I felt like to write something to make up for it. That being said enjoy Beautiful Stranger as a One shot. :)

Taking a train to Tokyo by yourself was scary, even after the hours that had passed on the train, you still refused to admit to yourself that it was your fault for oversleeping. "Next time I rely on Mai to wake me up." You huff reaching down to grab your phone to check the map.

Realizing you're not that far from reaching your stop, grinning how close you are to Tokyo now. 'Just another hour before finally reaching Tokyo.' A sigh of relief escapes your lips while the train makes its usual stops.

While people are in and out of the train, you pay no mind in your own little world. Your eyes begin to wander around before a figure walks in the cart at the last second, his hair catches your attention, watching him walk towards an empty seat across from you. You couldn't help but admire him, a smile creeps onto your face. Taking in his appearance, his hair was what caught your attention: a Platinum blonde color. 'Such a beautiful color' You thought.

You continue to stare, blushing, wondering how was he genuinely attractive. He feels your stare as he looks up from his seat with a small smile aimed in your direction. Realizing you have been caught staring, immediately look another way. A few seconds later you look back at him. However, this time, his attention was on his phone.

In the past hour, you have been silently encouraging yourself to go up to him and talk to him. Not realizing time is up as the train stops you grab a hold of a nearby pole immediately before you can fall. The door opens while people are in and out. Not saying anything, you frown but grab your things, exiting. You look back at the train, yet there he is, looking out the window, staring right back at you with a small wave before the train starts moving again.

After some time, you finally meet up with your classmates and settle down for your stay. Walking down with your friends Mai and Momo while Mai does most of the talking while Momo and you add your few comments here and there. "You doing all right?" Momo speaks up as Mai stops talking and looks at you.

"I'm fine, just a little bummed out.. when I was on the way over here, I saw a cute guy." They groaned. "It was like a fairytale moment that could've occurred, y'know." You huff. "He was cute I'm just upset I didn't have the courage to talk to him.

"You say that with every guy, you laid your eyes on." Mai replies with a grin while Momo smiles. "I think it's great, maybe you'll see him again one day." You bring Momo into a hug.

"This is why you're the best!" Before looking up at sticking your tongue at Mai. "Such a hater. Just humor me once in a while." Mai rolls her eyes and chuckles. "Whatever."

Walking down the halls of the sister school, unaware just a few steps away, was the same boy that caught her attention. "It's not like Y/n would have a boyfriend first anyway!" Mai laughs, nudging you. You roll your eyes before looking back and seeing him once more, your heart beats as the same feeling you had on the train creeps in. 'My beautiful stranger.' You thought as you wrapped both your arms, Momo and Mai.

"let's go have lunch I can't wait to battle the sister school students! I'm pumped!" While Mai and Momo raise a brow at the sudden change of attitude. "I'll pay it's on me!" You added as the girls giggled and ran down the halls. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

From afar, Inumaki smiled, acknowledging that this won't be the last time he'll see you; it's faith to see the same stranger twice. He won't let the opportunity go to waste. His beautiful stranger.

Taglist: @shutingstar @megumisdivinedogs @yapperalert @walllflowerrrsss @tomikixd @ind1col1te @lostsomewhereinthegarden @corvid007 @1ndee @lovley212

[cakerybakery]

“Dad, you have to try.” Charlie scolded. It was embarrassing to be scolded by your daughter and Lucifer cringed.

He supposed he had been a little, umm, cold, towards Adam since the man revived.

Charlie wanted to make Adam feel welcome. She was more forgiving. And calculating.

She had told Lucifer when she first accepted Adam into the hotel that if she could redeem him, it was proof that the current system was broken.

“Fine.” He grumbled.

“Good.” She smiled triumphly. “Now take him out to dinner.”

He nearly dropped his cane. “What!? Why?!?”

“To show you’re trying to be his friend and to show him the good parts of hell too. Not just the murdery stab parts.”

Lucifer tried to keep his cool and through gritted teeth agreed before storming off to find Adam. Might as well get it over with.

Adam was in the small library. He was looking through the classic literature section, trying to tell if someone in hell just added all the steamy sex scenes to books like Pride and Prejudice and Moby Dick or if heaven took them out, when Lucifer slammed his hands into the shelves on either side of Adam.

He was boxed in and Lucifer looked up at him.

Lucifer’s face was golden and his voice knee shakenly deep as he told Adam their plans for the evening.

It was just like that scene in Moby Dick he just read. When Ishmael shoved Queequeg against the mast, tied them together as a storm raged, and they made out before Ishmael fucked Queequeg’s brains out as the waves and rains washed over them.

Only without the storm, the mast, and Lucifer was telling him that he’d be at Adam’s door for six and to be dressed to eat out.

It was hot. Like weirdly hot.

He didn’t know what to wear for that though and went to Angel for help.

They only had a couple hours and Angel and him hit all of Angel’s favourite stores.

“This is the outfit.” Angel nodded approvingly.

Adam was bright red. He wasn’t sure. All he could see was how chubby he’d gotten over the years. It felt a little too tight and revealing even a dressing room with just Angel in it. It was really weird to have one of his thousands times grandsons helping him pick out what to wear that night.

“I’m not sure about the colours.”

“I’ve seen how the man dresses. He likes white and red.” Angel deadpanned. “So white with red accents. It even has a little apple with the bite taken out of it for a little. Oh what’s it called? It’s not a button but it’s like an accessory? No, umm.”

“I didn’t think it had a name at all.” Adam shrugged. He didn’t know fucking clothing. He generally just wore what people gave him. “You sure about it? I look fat.”

“You look gorgeous. And it’s hell, honey.” Angel gestured towards the closed door. “I saw a man out there wearing nothing but a trench-coat sitting on a bench with his weird looking dick on display. No one cares if you don’t have a six-pack anymore. I’m fucking spider and my pornos fly off the shelves.”

Adam couldn’t argue with that. There was a distinct lack of shame in hell. He should embrace that much of the culture anyway.

They made it back in time for Adam to shower, shave his face and trim his goatee so it looked neat, brush his teeth so he was minty fresh for making out, and to get dressed. He left the door open unlocked and waited nervously for his date to show up.

Lucifer really didn’t want to do this.

What would they talk about?

He gave it half an hour before their hands were on each other.

Knocking first he could hear Adam shuffling a bit and telling him to come in.

Ugh. The asshole wasn’t even ready yet.

Lucifer opened the door and dropped his cane and jaw.

Adam was blushing, sitting on the edge of the bed in lingerie. A white with red lace trim bra and matching panties set. His eye was drawn between the cups of the bra to a decorative apple button.

Clearing his throat Adam asked, “you still want to “eat out” right?”

Lucifer kicked the door shut behind him and started to strip. That hadn’t been what he meant but dinner was dinner.

[bogleech]

I hadnt slept in 48 hours once but had to wait for someone and I kept dozing off, while sitting on the floor mind you, there wasn't any furniture. They knew I was waiting for a ride and hadnt slept and were still just like "sorry :c we can't allow sleeping" and seriously had a security guard stand next to me to keep waking me up, who suggested I just make myself stand rather than sit.

Yes this is a hardcore rule across America and yes it is entirely because they're afraid if anyone is allowed to fall asleep for even minutes in a public place it will open some floodgate of people coming in entirely just to sleep, which would only happen if, say, it was one of the only public places without this batshit rule. If everywhere just lets people rest then nobody would risk that "problem" now would they???

Anyway I think it should actually be standard to have designated public sleeping rooms the way there's public bathrooms and the law should require both of those (unlocked) distributed evenly throughout all cities.

To any whiny issue anyone wants to raise about that like oh people will do drugs in them or they'll get dirty and gross my response is that if you've been living fine without their existence, then they arent for you anyway and none of your damn business.

Just watched a librarian yell at a guy for sleeping in a chair

Apparently its against the rules to sleep in a library

Like sorry you have comfy cozy chairs out??? Also homeboy wasn’t snoring or anything like it wasn’t even disruptive sleeping what the fuck

[poppadom0912]

☕️🧊 with Jay and reader. She has a child from someone else who goes missing. Thank you sm!!!!

A/N: Thank you so much for ordering! This got a little bit long for a Drabble but I hope you enjoy!!

☕️🧊☕️🧊☕️

"Y/N, we gotta go." Jay stuck his head out the gate, motioning for you to get inside where everyone was getting ready for the drug bust.

Before you could reply, Jay's eyes caught the little body sitting on your hip, your arms supporting her when she squeezed you harder, not wanting you to go.

"Tell Voight two minutes." You said, nearly pleading to your partner. This bust was very important but what use were you if you couldn't even be there.

"I'll be back soon okay? Five minutes." You lied to your four-year-old. Realistically, you'd be an hour but she didn't fully understand the concept of time.

Looking around the front desk, you found no one you were familiar with. Trudy had disappeared into thin air and the other officers you felt like you couldn't leave Emma with, neither would she want to stay with them.

"Roman!" You called for the officer who you suddenly found. His body stiffened, automatically concluding he was in trouble but when he found you, he relaxed.

"We're going to do a drug bust." You mouthed the last two words. "You mind keeping an eye on Emma?"

Roman didn't turn you down because not only would he get in trouble for doing so, but he really didn't mind looking after her. "Sure, that's fine."

"Be good for Roman, okay?" You kissed her head, detaching her arms and legs from around you. "Come on baby, mommy has to go to work."

Your daughter shook her head in your neck, snuggling herself closer so that not even oxygen was separating you two causing you to sigh in defeat.

"Y/N." Jay appeared again, all geared up in his vest hiding his gun from the view of the front desk. "We have to go."

"Mommy loves you." You kissed her again, forcing her off you and into Sean's arms where she started to cry for you but no matter how much guilt you felt for leaving, you had to.

Sighing in defeat, you rushed up the stairs, mumbling apologies while you quickly got yourself ready. You thanked Jay for the loaded gun he gave you, double checking you were good before slamming the passenger door shut.

"She's been so clingy lately." You commented, pulling your hair into a ponytail. "I have no idea why."

"Maybe it’s like a teenage mood swing type of thing." Jay proposed, shrugging his shoulders, glancing over at you before looking back at the road. “Will mentioned Owen getting weird like that at her age.”

You hummed, not totally convinced with the idea.

☕️🧊☕️🧊☕️

Everyone was laughing, high fiving each other, celebrating the successful drug bust that was filled with adrenaline that was still pumping through your veins when you got back to the precinct.

Walking back into the bullpen, letting your hair out, you were ready to relax but was immediately reminded that you brought Emma with you and she was waiting for you downstairs.

Just as you got up from your chair to go downstairs, the gate was shut and Sean took his time in coming up the stairs, looking everywhere but at you.

"Roman." You called for the officer who was by himself. "Where's Emma?"

Your question caught everyone's attention, all of them stopping what they were doing to look at the two of you, wary of the distance you tried to keep.

“Roman, where’s my baby?” Your voice broke as you mentioned your little girl who was nowhere to be seen.

“Roman.” You stressed, striding towards him, such power in your stride that Kevin and Antonio had to step between you two in fear of what you were going to do. “Where. Is. My. Daughter?!”

“Detective.” His voice shook and that’s when it all properly sank in. “Please let me explain.”

You were seeing red. The light of your life, the only one who matter more than life itself, was gone.

“Roman you have five seconds to get out her sight.” Jay interjected, his hand curling around your bicep, to offer stability or hold you back you weren’t sure.

The world as you knew it, was collapsing around you.

Your baby was gone and not even Jay couldn’t put a stop to your pain.

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - rumours

Hi! I was thinking about how the reader is a werewolf and i a teacher at UA and Eri loves seeing them every time for their patient, logical, and nurturing personality (and ears and tail). Her face brights when she sees the reader visit her in the hospital or her room and Aizawa begins to grow feelings for the reader. Eri teases him about it and the reader and Aizawa flirt and end up falling in love! That would be a very cute fic. Can you make it? 😋 - Anon 💜

When you had been tasked with looking after Eri in the hospital you were a little confused at first, but when Aizawa explained her situation and you say her for the first time it all made sense.

At first she was wary off you, but over time she started warming up to you, she was curious about your quirk, but she loved it.

Whenever your ears flickered a little bit due to certain words or sounds she would smile, and the moment she figured out you had a tail she was immediately straight over to you.

She was still pretty shy, but she found it calming to just stand there and pet your ears or tail, and you were more than happy to let her.

You were patient with her and kind, sometimes sitting there for hours on end in silence with her while she just pet the fur of your tail.

Often Aizawa would use his quirk to cancel out hers, and he would bring you in sit with her while she calmed down.

When Eri came to UA you’d try spend as much time with the her as you could, or she would wait in the common room for you.

Usually you would see Aizawa there, and the pair of you would talk, and slowly you got closer.

Today was no different, you were sitting on the floor, tail wagging slightly as Eri tried to style your hair for you while Aizawa was sitting in the couch looking through his students homework.

Eri gave a happy clap of her hands and stood in front of you.

“So pretty!” She beamed.

You smiled at her, tail wagging a little more.

“You think? You did a great job!”

She gasps happily and spins around to look at Aizawa.

“Is she pretty!?” Eri asks excitedly.

Aizawa glanced up from his work, studying your very messily tied up hair, and he gave a small nod.

“Yes.”

Eri grinned brightly, running back to her room and you smirked slightly at Aizawa as he went back to going through his work.

“You think I’m petty?” You teased slightly.

“About as pretty as somebody with the hair of a birds nest can be.” He replied stoically.

This made you laugh a little bit and you shook your head at him, leaning back on your hands.

“I’m much prettier than you, you should really let Eri do your hair.”

“No.”

Aizawa flicked his gaze up at you briefly before looking back at the papers in his lap.

At this point you were convinced that he wasn’t really looking through them he was just trying to make himself look busy so nobody would bother him.

Getting up, you stretch a little bit, tail still wagging slightly as you walked to the kitchen area to make yourself a hot drink.

“You’re like a dog with that tail constantly wagging, it’s tiring seeing you so happy all the time.”

You laugh a little, rolling your eyes at him.

He always made some sort of comment about your tail or happiness, but you knew he enjoyed your tail since he would often just mindlessly pet it when he could.

Making yourself a tea and Aizawa a coffee, you padded back over and set the two drinks on the table.

“Thanks…” he mumbled.

“You aren’t really reading those papers are you?”

“No, I’m just hoping if I pretend to be busy long enough you’ll go away.”

“Aw you don’t mean that.” You teased lightly.

“I do.”

Laughing a little, you shake your head.

“Well it’s either me or Hizashi.”

Aizawa paused for a moment thinking about his options here.

While you were hyperactive and happy, Hizashi was twice as bad, and he didn’t have the energy to deal with either of you.

“Fine, stay.”

You grinned, taking the papers from him to look through them and he didn’t protest, he simply just drank his coffee before slumping back on the couch, and unsurprisingly within seconds he was out.

Grabbing your hoodie from the end of the couch you drape it over him, not saying a word as his head hits your shoulders, you just go through his students work for him and mark it.

Of course Eri was in and out of the common room, and thankfully none of the other teachers were back yet, but Eri grinned brightly every time she saw the pair of you.

Eventually it was time for you to go, so you carefully lifted Aizawa’s head, moving him so he was laying down and you said by to Eri before leaving the teachers dorms to go do what you had to do.

The moment you moved him Aizawa had woken up and Eri ran over to him.

“Do you like (Y/N)?” She asks, tilting her head.

Aizawa looked at Eri.

“No, she’s annoying.”

Eri tilted her head a little bit.

“But you’re always around her.”

Aizawa didn’t say anything he just sat up and ran a hand down his face.

“People keep saying if you stay around somebody even if they annoy you it means you like them.”

“Eri.” He warned.

Eri have him a curious look.

“You like her!” She declared happily.

Before Aizawa could protest she was gone, and he groaned a little bit.

As the weeks went on Eri kept telling Aizawa he liked you, and she told everybody she could about that fact too much to Aizawa’s dismay.

He was almost surprised at how long it took to get back to you though, because you were stood in the staff room looking over at him confused.

He locked eyes with you and you quickly scurried away.

“Crap….” He grumbled.

Aizawa quickly left after you and wasted now time in tracking you down to an empty classroom.

“Stop running and turn around.” He said bluntly.

With a heavy sigh you complied but you avoided his gaze.

Aizawa studied you for a moment.

“You heard?”

“I uh… yeah…”

“So?”

You looked up at him confused, furrowing your brows a little bit.

“So?”

“So tell me if you feel the same or not.”

“Oh wow thanks for making it romantic.” You sassed back a little.”

Aizawa rolled his eyes and walked over, placing his finger under your chin to lift your head a little bit.

“Do you?”

With a soft sigh you nod your head.

“Yeah…” you whispered.

Aizawa leant down, pressing his lips to yours quickly before pulling away.

“Be ready for 7.”

With that he just left and you grinned a little, tail wagging wildly.

“Stop wagging your tail!” Aizawa called through the hallways

[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 ❤️

[starlight-archer]

Hello dear author, I have dbda fic request for you: Cryland – Crystal is having some unpleasant period pain and sweet Charles tries to make it better for her by taking his "chorb" form. So in the end, Crystal has this orb full of warm soothing energy on her stomach and it really helps.

I hope this summary is understandable 😅

Have a nice day 🤗

Omg I LOVE this idea so much! It's so sweet and wholesome and I hope what I wrote for it fits what you had in mind!

Something was off about Crystal.

She hadn't had much energy, had been staying in her room more for the last two days and had been trying to hide the fact that she was obviously in some kind of pain (likely as an attempt to just "power through it"). What was particularly worrying was that she hadn't been as eager to get out into the field with Charles and Edwin in cases as she usually was.

Generally, Crystal liked to use her powers, she liked to be a part of their hands-on detective work, get down to the nitty-gritty of it all. She was a woman of action and had an empathetic way with their female clients that demanded respect for her capabilities. That was all still true of course, but after dating for a good few months, Charles could tell when something was wrong.

He cracked at the end of the next day, and asked Niko about it.

Ever since they had managed to get her back from the alternate plane that she had been stuck on with the Dandelion Sprites, her and Crystal had been spending a lot of time together (when Niko wasn't continuing with Edwin's pop culture education).

"So what did you want to talk about?" Niko asked, already having a feeling that she knew.

"Well, I was hoping you might know what's going on with Crystal." Charles explained, hoping that he would finally be getting some answers.

"Oh." a contemplative look crossed Niko's face before she seemed to come to a decision. "You're her boyfriend, so I'm sure it's fine if I tell you, but don't be weird about it okay?" she gave him a serious look and he nodded eagerly. What could it be that he could possibly 'be weird' about? "... She's got some bad cramps and her hot water bottle hasn't been working." Niko squinted at him, as if daring him to say something wrong.

"Why would I be weird about- Oooh. Yeah. Okay, I think I get it." It took him a second to realise that Niko was telling him that Crystal was on her period. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Hmm. I'm not really sure, but usually just her favourite snacks? You should ask her what she needs. But don't be weird about it." she offered, tone becoming stern in the last sentence as she shook her finger at him. Then, she smiled and stood back.

"Right. Won't be weird about it. Promise." he nodded with determined agreement. "so, a box of Ferrero Rocher, hot chocolate with the little marshmallows from that café she likes and a jumbo pack of jelly babies. No green or yellow ones. It'll be aces." Charles listed, as he rummaged in his backpack, looking for his disguise, so that he could use it to go to the store.

Triumphantly, he pulled the glasses from his bag with a grin. "Got 'em!"

"You're a good guy, Charles." Niko said, with a gentle smile.

The grin on his face softened into something vulnerable. Hearing that she thought he was good meant more to him than Niko would ever know.

It was around two and a half hours later when he went by to Crystal's apartment. It was one of the other rooms in the same building as the agency. They all had one for themselves, a designated space that they could call their own (even if he, Edwin and Niko didn't really need to sleep, it was nice to have somewhere private to go when needed).

He knocked lightly on the door and then waited for a moment before phasing through the door (he had put the supplies in his backpack).

"Crystal?" he called out, making his way further into the apartment.

As he crossed into the bedroom, he could hear the shower running, so he put his backpack down and pulled out the flask full of hot chocolate. There was about a litre of it and yes, it did have cream and marshmallows. He had gotten the café to fill it up and just paid for four large hot chocolates (the lady behind the counter hadn't even given him an odd look like he'd exoected, she just looked at the flask and said "say no more" and filled it to the brim).

It wasn't long before Crystal was done and came out in her pyjamas and dressing gown, wearing a pair of fluffy slippers.

"Charles!" she said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"You're not feeling well, so I brought you hot chocolate from the café and some snacks." he said as he pulled the shopping bag out of his backpack and gave her a smile.

Immediately, she looked much happier and she shuffled over to peek inside the bag. "Charles, you got the bag that's just the red and purple ones!" she grinned.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?" he asked, with a sincerity that made her heart melt.

"Stay the night?" she asked.

It was a no-brainier.

In the end, they snuggled up on her bed next to each other, under several layers of fluffy blankets, Charles having wrapped his arms around her and she leaned against his chest.

"Ugh, these cramps just won't let up. I hate this." Crystal lamented. She was in so much pain. She had tried her hot water bottle and several heated plushies, but they were all just the wrong shape or uncomfortable to hold in place over her stomach.

"I might have an idea." Charles said.

Crystal leaned away and looked at him curiously. At this point, she was ready to try almost anything. He unwrapped his arms as he sat back and closed his eyes, focusing for a moment.

Then, in a short moment, there was a collapsing of light and colour, and then there was a little floating orb where Charles had been sitting.

"What the fuck?" Crystal whispered, eyes wide with surprise and fascination.

The orb ('haha Chorb', she thought to herself) glowed softly and hovered closer, floating into her space. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched it, feeling a delicate, sparkling warmth emitting from it.

"Charles..." she spoke softly, and she pulled him to herself, allowing him to settle in place of the hot water bottle that had been in her lap. "Thank you."

The warmth from Charles' orb form spread through her in a way that was almost profoundly comforting. It was like a snuggly hug and she could almost cry from the relief. It wasn't just the warmth either, there was some sort of energy that it was producing that was doing the most good. She supposed that it was basically a ball of Charles' pure, magical ghostly spirit essence, so it made sense that it comforted her so well. She leaned over and placed a soft kiss to the top of the orb, smiling as it shimmered in response.

Carefully, she lay down and switched off the light (it used a little dimmer switch that was fixed to the wall next to her bed). Charles was like a little night light in her arms, like she'd been able to pluck a star from the sky and had been allowed to keep it.

In that moment, and honestly from the moment she'd come into her room and found him waiting for her with a litre of hot chocolate and her favourite treats, she felt so incredibly lucky to have Charles with her.

Before he and Edwin had come into her life (and later Niko as well), she had been so lost and angry and alone, but now she had everything. She had a family, and a purpose and she was learning new things about herself every day. They showed her that she was worth it, and that the right people would love her how she deserved, and goodness, she loved them back. They were her everything, her real family.

"I love you." she whispered it, barely audible even in the silence of the room.

Charles glowed a little brighter.

[pancho-pinto]

I think we'll be okay

gift for @lampinnit for @mcyt-trick-or-treat!

Fandom: Dream SMP Words: 1,089 Rating: General Warnings: No Warnings Relationships: Tommy & Tubbo & Ranboo Additional Tags: Tommy-centric, Hanging Out Summary: Tommy hangs out with Tubbo and Ranboo, and nothing really happens. After everything, that's all they can ever want.

fic under cut

Tommy looks at the sky, watching the sun set slowly. 

Ranboo and Tubbo are arguing about something dumb behind him, and the breeze touches his face, drying the sweat on his skin. He can feel the strain on his muscles, the weight of his sword on his hand feels semi-nice. His leather armor is light, and for once, he did not fight for the chance to live another day. 

No, not today. 

At Tubbo’s insistence, they rummaged through abandoned chests, pushed through cobwebs and got dirty under their fingernails looking for spare leather pieces. Worn and old and stained, but enough to make some armor. Their swords were chipped and wobbly, dull from having been inside chests so long, but they did not mind as they pulled them out, raising it to the air in an act of defiance. 

Things change, and one day, things are no longer what they were before. 

It’s still a sword, Tubbo’s words echo as they slashed the air carelessly, Ranboo hurriedly jumping out of the way for safety. Despite everything, it’s still a sword. 

Without its shine or its sharpness, without enchantments or engravings to claim ownership, they are still swords. 

So they grabbed a handful, rattling in their arms as they made their way through ruins. Memories flood their minds, yet the melancholy is replaced with something nicer, sweeter, softer. 

Ranboo gushes over a series they have been writing. Tubbo nonchalantly mentions some machinery capable of reaching the center of the world. And Tommy… Tommy talks about his sheep, a little friend he made a while ago. 

He looks at the horizon and remembers his cottage, something small and easy to keep-up with. For himself and his sheep. And he finds, after a while, that being alone is not so bad. He finds his friends when he wants, no interceptions, no fights. Just a couple hours together to goof around and be stupid. Then he goes home, then he comes back, then he goes home at will. 

He finds breathing easier. He finds existing easier. 

But the sun dips further, and the sky darkens. 

Tonight they will not go home instantly, rather, at Niki’s invitation, they will join her and Jack for supper. 

They do that often too. A couple hours together to eat and be. 

He looks forward to those nights, especially. Sure, being stupid with Tubbo and Ranboo is always nice, but a hearty soup and some warm bread beats anything. All day Niki and Jack would have spent in the kitchen to prepare this meal, and Tommy cannot wait for it. 

“Hey, big man, you alright over there?” Tubbo calls, voice followed by some footsteps. Closer, closer, and Tommy finds himself not flinching. He has not flinched for a while, none of them have. 

“Uh, not that I don’t care, but if you need a moment, maybe you could wait until we get to Niki and Jack’s place?” Ranboo adds, his tone always laced with worry. But there is that purr of an enderman under his voice, jarringly worried as always. “You– You know, mobs will start spawning and, uh, we don’t really– we aren’t really armed for that. Or anything, really.”

“What do you mean?” Tubbo questions, and his sword slashes the air as he unsheaths it. “I’ve my sword! And TNT! We’ll be fine, Ranboo!”

“Absolutely not to the TNT!”

“It’s good. Convenient. Clears up a wide area in a short amount of time. Do you know how well it is at clearing up space? And– And you shouldn’t worry, I have plenty of practice. I am practically an expert at TNT now. A– A TNT techni- tech… technizioner? No, that’s not– TNT techi… cian? TNT technician. That’s it. That.” 

“If Niki– Oh, if Niki finds out we got injured on the way, she’ll be upset! Plus, that’s just plain reckless. And, and– And unnecessary!”

Tubbo thumps with a huff, and Ranboo replies with enderian whizzing. 

These days, Tommy finds that he does not want to insert himself, even in petty, inconsequential squabbles. He finds, too, that watching is enough. Even fun, at times. Ranboo and Tubbo just have clashing personalities, and he is sure he would not trade them for anything in the world. 

They are worth it, after all. Despite it all. 

Tommy sighs, putting on a show of exasperation as he finally turns back to see them in a glare stand-off, and quickly tries to put an annoyed frown. He tries to clench his jaw and grit his teeth, but it hurts too much to hold for more than a second. In place, he crosses his arms. 

“Do you have to fight every time we hang out?”

“It’s not a fight,” Tubbo states with confidence. 

Then Ranboo adds quickly, an almost practiced routine between them, “Just a mere disagreement that will get resolved quickly.”

He rolls in his eyes, then gestures with his head towards the path, “Yeah, right, sure.”

They walk on rickety boards, the path rotting at the edges, vines and weeds slowly crawling over it. But it is familiar, and this is nothing they think about twice anymore. Just a path, the route to take them from one place to another. 

Tommy falls a step behind, allowing himself to reminisce despite knowing he should not. Because the bad comes with the good, but he cannot have the good without the bad, and he knows he is not ready yet to face all the bad like this. There is too much, so much that happened over a very long time, right on this path, this very world. 

He moved away long ago. Ranboo has too. Tubbo is still near. Niki and Jack are still the closest, seemingly able to move on readily. One of these days, he needs to ask them how they have drawn the line so clearly. And one of these days, he hopes he can move on too. 

Maybe he should gather his things and move as far as he can, far in the horizon where no one has been before. A change of scenery, putting distance between his past life and his future life. Start from zero. 

That is an option. 

Go the distance and never look back, that is an option. 

But those are thoughts for another day. For now, he looks back over his shoulder, looking at the spot where their broken swords and ripped leather littered the ground. A final look for tonight, for a moment. 

The sun falling under the horizon behind their bench.

[clarabowmp3]

If you want to go and be stupid (make me wait in a car for an hour and a half knowing I haven’t had lunch or the bubble tea we had agreed on AND that I have a history of being dehydrated to the point of passing out) don’t do it in front of me (drag me along just cuz YOU want to meet your old professor)

[hella1975]

basically threw away £20 on my nails today so was already getting weird bc i apparently cannot be normal about money and then my paycheck came through just for my manager to have knocked off 11 hours worth of pay. so naturally i am crying in a dark room about it

[jorvikzelda]

adding this to the list of Severely fucking stupid absrad deaths

BUT!! (under cut so as to not Clog)

we fucking got there in the end baby

(did a couple tries for radiant, then was Swept Away by the Migraine. We’ll get there.)

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

They can clearly see my straw man corporation is not for profit.

All my funds go toward buying my children shit they don't necessarily need, but I try to do better for them then I was done for.

[fingertipsmp3]

That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did

[fortunefavorsthebrave-dude]

saw furiosa it was. a movie.