#and also that he REALLY believes all that sappy shit about thinking house is a good person

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) if wilson is inebriated and focused on house, he also tends to get territorial. it doesn't look it though so the growling and sudden wave of mine/go away/rude/not yours comes as a surprise

[schlattsdoll]

fratboy schlatt def the type to give you flowers on valentine's day. and also just completely spoils you on the day, giving you chocolates, stuffed animals and taking you out to a really nice restaurant that night.

also if your school is doing a thing where you can buy a teddy bear or smthn, best believe he's doing that for you.

on halloween the frat has a costume party and you INSIST on wearing a matching costume with him (don't know why my first thought was luigi and daisy but yeah). his brothers tease him bc he's become such a sap but honestly he doesn't care bc all he cares about is seeing how pretty you look in your costume <3

christmas gift exchanges usually take place before winter break but he'd for sure send another gift to your home address to make sure you had something to open on christmas day :((

we all know how much this man loves christmas, you going over to the frat house in november and seeing the christmas tree already up and it not going anywhere till march and you think it's the cutest thing bc it makes him so happy and smiley!!!!

-stella <3

ugh stella your brain!!!

holidays with fratboy schlatt <3

valentine’s day 🩷

you walk into class on valentine’s day and see your boyfriend smiling while there’s a bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk. there’s also a box of chocolates, and a small teddy bear. a handmade card is also there filled with sappy little things he loves about you and how much he loves you.

gets you a teddygram to come in class. he picks the BIGGEST one they have so you two need to stop at your dorm before going out for dinner

he picks a restaurant you two have been dying to try, something too fancy for a normal date night. that’s where he gives you a necklace with his name on it. “so everyone knows you’re mine.”

st. paddy’s day ☘️

going to a party before and after the local parade. having to babysit a very drunk schlatt who played several games of rattlin’ bog and other drinking games. “gotta keep my title as king baby.”

halloween 🎃

“c‘mon doll! we have to match?” he groaned walking the aisles of the the local spirit halloween. “yes jay we do! now think of something!”

he picked up a playboy bunny costume and said “why don’t you wear this?” “you really want me to wear a playboy bunny outfit for a frat party?” “fair point.”

now i know you said daisy and luigi but hear me out!!!! barbie & ken… the amount of shit he’d get from his brothers? UNMATCHED. they’d make lil whip noises as he walks out of his room in the mojo dojo casa house ken outfit. “look schlatts gone soft on us.” “start singing im just ken!” “go to hell, ‘least i have a girlfriend.” he’d remark to the ones who couldn’t keep a girl longer than two days.

he loves how pretty you look in the pink gingham dress from the opening of the movie. “now your nickname suits ya, doll.”

christmas 🎄

we know this boy loves the winter time !! going to the frat house to see him on november first and seeing a large christmas tree already up, and a very happy schlatt decorating it.

getting dressed up in matching pjs and watching christmas movies with hot coco together <33

going around to look at the christmas lights and take photos together. his new lock screen is of you two in an inflatable snow globe kissing as fake snow falls around you.

he’d buy you so many presents ugh he just wants to spoil you <3 remembers tho gs you said you wanted back in like july

sends you some to open on christmas morning to open. “since i can’t be with you now, a little gift for you. merry christmas doll, love jay.”

facetiming him wearing the hoodie he bought you in your size, so you didn’t have to steal his anymore (you still would). he’s wearing his and laughing that you’re matching.

[heartbreakslow]

Da$h watch, 2x01-2x03

tl;dr: "There's all these other parts of you and your life that I still don't understand, but I want to"

2x01. Cash is in jail on the phone to Darren. Darren's updating Cash on everything they're doing; Cash has at least been complaining to them about other guys he's in jail with. But we see Jayden come up behind Cash and ask “that your loverboy?” (Darren: “who’s that?” Cash: “no one”)

Sasha tells Darren off for “dating an accused rapist,” they say “Cash didn’t do anything” but then immediately ask Harper “am I a bad person for staying with Cash” and if Harper thinks he should have done more (really yikes to make Harper reassure you here, Darren!).

Amerie and Quinni are kinda brushing off how dangerous Chook is while Darren seems to be very aware of it. At Chook’s house Darren notices Cash’s tag. When Chook comes home Darren is the only one who looks extremely upset/on the verge of tears and is terrified when left alone with him. Chook tells them they don’t know “Cash’s world” or who he really is, and that he was in on kidnapping Harper. He makes them repeat “I don’t know shit” which they do, crying.

2x02. Darren can’t get over what Chook said, and isn’t visiting Cash or answering his calls. They tell Amerie: “if he did it, we’re done; if he didn’t do it and I accuse him, we may as well be done.” But Nan confronts them so they go to see Cash.

Cash is happy to see them, but asks where they've been. Darren has to admit they've had doubts/questions about the whole situation. Cash says he already told them everything. First Darren says, "There are so many parts of you and your life that I still don’t understand, but I want to” which is like the smoothest possible way of putting it, but that doesn’t work, and Cash quickly gets that they’re wondering if he was in on it. As predicted, Cash views the question as a dealbreaker and leaves.

Darren says “we haven’t really known each other that long in the scheme of things” and thinks the relationship is over. Nan tells Darren the duck story as a way of demonstrating the type of person Cash is—“for all his fuckups, that boy can’t stand the idea of another living creature suffering.” (Despite how Cash is described as “little” in the story, I’m thinking he’s at least 8, if not even a preteen, because of the later reveal that Chook was in his life before Nan.) Also, Nan suspects Cash’s uncle cooks meth, but doesn’t think much of it.

Darren takes that in, looks wistfully at their little hot dog tattoo, and comes to pick up Cash from jail. (But both Nan and Darren look nervous that Cash won’t choose them.)

2x03. The two of them are made up, with Darren staying at Cash’s house indefinitely to avoid their mom/stepdad while their dad is away on a “self funded self published” book tour. (Cash clearly knows all about this, referencing Darren’s stepdad by name.) Darren brings up what happened, but only to apologize for doubting Cash—“I’m sorry…it was a moment of pure insanity.” Neither of them goes into the details.

This episode is interesting because we follow Cash’s POV a lot and he consistently doesn’t tell Darren about anything that’s going on with him.

Woodsy has said he’s not allowed back at school, so he goes and asks her to reconsider. She says no, he’s disappointed but immediately accepts it and is very polite. He comes home, clearly is upset/frustrated with no one awake to see him, but then switches gears into looking sappy when he looks at Darren sleeping in his bed.

Darren asks where he was since he’s wearing sneakers in bed (gross!), Cash says he just wanted to bring Darren coffee, Darren believes him. Darren sees getting kicked out of school as fun/“so much free time.”

Nan comes in and suggests Cash ask Woodsy to reconsider. Cash pretends he didn’t already do that and that this is his choice: “you couldn’t pay me to go back, it’s bloody embarrassing I was still there.” Darren looks a little taken aback by this.

Alone at home, Cash considers changing his hair/wardrobe. Chook is calling him over and over. It’s too overwhelming so Cash takes mdma and has an adorable trip to small town boy by bronski beat, which is about a gay boy leaving his homophobic family while bottling up his feelings...homophobic "family" huh? Hmm...

Darren calls him and Cash says he’s doing “life admin stuff.” Meanwhile, Darren really wants to share their goss but only restrains themself out of respect for Malakai’s privacy. So Darren basically called to be like, there’s something I can’t tell you but I wish I could!

Chook comes over and yells for Cash through his bedroom window while Cash hides. Maybe because of this, Cash goes to wait for Darren to finish their shift.

Cash is uncharacteristically open and honest with Harper, although Harper gets put in yet another yikes reassurance-seeking conversation but this time she calls it out. She asks when he’s coming back to school; he checks to make sure Darren’s not around and says “don’t tell Darren but I already asked woodsy and she said no.”

He seems to accept being kicked out of school as what he deserves; maybe this is why he’s not telling people who he thinks would advocate for him? ? I’m not sure he would have told Harper if he’d known she would try to help him.

He actually tells Harper a bit about how he’s feeling: “one minute you’re about to graduate high school, the next you’re just another dropkick.”

Chook comes over the next day and attacks Cash. Woodsy intervenes—note Chook’s repulsion at being called by his wallet name. Cash shows up back at school and Darren is thrilled, but Cash pointedly gives no explanation of why/how.

Thoughts so far: yeah I think my read of the ship arc is pretty on track actually!

Darren ended s1 by taking this big leap, putting themself out there to be with Cash. Now they're having doubts about this decision, especially as they feel like they don't know a lot about him.

Meanwhile, Cash is just...Like That. It wasn't as noticeable in s1 because he wasn't in a relationship with Darren. But by 2x03, the two of them are shacked up, Darren is telling Cash every little thing that happens in their life, Cash is clearly very in love with and committed to Darren. But he just doesn't tell them anything.

Also, Cash sometimes hides behind being romantic. Oh, I just got you coffee! I just wanted to hang out with you at work! Nothing to see here!

Cash also hides behind taking care of Nan but that's sort of another post.

Point one: it's completely understandable to the viewer how Cash can be a very kind, gentle person who ended up in these morally ambiguous situations. He was just a kid and he not only was groomed by Chook, but at one point, he may have actually needed Chook for protection.

Point two: Cash is just Like That, whether it's the result of adverse childhood experiences, being in foster care, eshay culture, etc. He doesn't confide in people and he doesn't reach out for help.

What is tragic about the story is the combination of these two points. Darren is going to struggle to trust/understand Cash as long as Cash doesn't give them any context for why Cash was involved with Chook. But Cash isn't going to give them any context, because he's Like That, and he's so used to being Like That that he doesn't even recognize it as a problem. And the fact that Cash hides makes him look like he has something to hide. Chook can easily take advantage of that to break up the relationship and bring Cash back under his control.

Also, I think that Harper sort of intuitively gets Cash (due to being somewhat Like That herself). I really like them as friends.

[pixeldistractions]

Only bring what you can carry, he said. So Maria packed as little as she could imagine and she still couldn’t carry all of that. Never mind that Johanna was too small to pull her own suitcase.

They’d be back in December to decide what to do with the rest of the house. They had until the end of her lease in February to decide. That was for the best maybe. Maria was under no illusions about Jordan’s track record of indecisiveness, and if she intended to bind herself to that runaway train, she would do it mindfully. It was wild and unhinged and completely instinctual, but also, Maria had never felt so adult, making this decision for herself and her little girl. They all might have their opinions, but nobody could tell her what to do. And she didn’t feel wrong for it, no matter what a runaway train he might be. For a man who had so little in the way of monetary possessions, she never felt more protected than in his arms. If he said they would be okay, then she would believe him.

Knock, knock. Lou was at the door.

Lou made a face at the disarray of semi-packed suitcases on the floor. “So you’re really doing it?”

Maria didn’t answer that question.

“How am I gonna stop by to see you after work?”

“Guess you’ll have to get on a train,” Maria said with as snotty a tone as she could muster.

She went back to the floor to continue her packing, but she didn’t end up moving a single thing.

“I know how you feel,” Maria said. “I really do. A lot has happened since, but when he first told me, I was heartbroken. It’s like, this whole person is part of your life for so long, and then they decide to just go? I guess that’s what I’m doing too, isn’t it? It’s pretty shitty, I know it is. But people can’t stand still around you forever. People change and grow and move, and you can move with them or let them go. But we’ll be back. And you’re single and child-free and not broke. You can visit us, too. You should travel more, there’s a whole world to see. And you’re welcome with us any time. We’re still family.”

“God, you’re so sappy,” Lou said, wiping her eyes. “Why is my face leaking?”

“Aw, I love you too.”

Lou came to sit on the floor next to piles of folded laundry and unmarked boxes. Her nose tickled with dust.

“Please don’t tell Mom and Dad yet,” Maria begged. “Give me a week or two?”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice when you don’t need them to watch JoJo while you work?”

“I was going to bring JoJo out to see Jordan next month,” Maria said. “I’ll just say we went early.” 

“They’re going to miss her. They’ll be sad.”

“I don’t know about sad,” Maria said. “Mom thinks I’m a burden.”

“She never said that.”

“She doesn’t have to say it. She would never. Joseph died a war hero, so she so can’t say it because she doesn’t want to look bad. But I know she wished I never got married and knocked up and widowed at twenty-one in the first place, then she wouldn’t be honor bound to help me. She thinks I’m a wreck. She already raised her children, and she never wanted to help raise a grandchild, too. Well, now she doesn’t have to worry about us anymore.”

“Well, damn, sis. I don’t know about all that, but she’s still gonna worry, for sure! Just like, don’t get knocked up again.” 

“Ha ha,” Maria snarked.

“I’m serious,” Lou said. “There was a birth control recall! You need to refill it.”

“Oh.” 

“Okay.” Lou took a breath and sat up tall. Lawyer mode activated. “So you need to bring JoJo’s birth certificate, and Joseph’s death certificate, too. Did you put a hold on your mail? Do you want to give me a key to check up on things? Put travel alerts on your credit cards. Auto pay your rent while your gone. Pay your own way, and keep your money separate from his. Holy shit, you crazy fool. What the fuck are you gonna do in Nevada?”

Maria grinned. “I don’t know yet. I have no idea!”

“Thank you,” Maria said, ambushing her with a hug. Having her sister’s blessing meant the world to her, even if she never listened to a damn thing her sister ever said.

— from “boxes and squares #4.5: home is wherever you are, part 3” (9/11)

story notes: I always felt Maria had a little tension with her parents. She’s not as close to them as Lou is, or as close as she is to Lou. So now we know why?

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[gallavich-headcanon]

Do you have an unpopular opinion about shameless or gallavich

Hey anon! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

I believe I've only seen one post about it a long time ago (and I think it was an anon ask but don't quote me on it) but it been thinking about this post for such a long time that I needed to make one myself -

I think Mickey changes his last name to Gallagher, and here's why:

Because Mickey has been a Gallagher for years. Ian had his back more than the Milkovichs ever did. Ian is his fucking (partner, lover,) family. you know?

Mickey liked a lot of traditional stuff about their wedding / marriage and I think he would like to share a last name. Since both of their last names are long... they decide to keep it simple. And the gallavich thing is too cringy for them.

Have you seen how smitten they look when they call each other 'husband'? Those two possessive sappy motherfucker would love it. Mickey loves being Ian's, Ian loves knowing Mickey is family in every way.

Milkovichs are known from being involved with illegal shit (remember the Paula comment? I also think that why Mickey got 15 years) and Mickey wants to distance himself from that. Him and Ian are trying to build a semi legal life together. 'Milkovich' is just adding to the stigma of southside ex-con he already has to deal with.

After Terry dies, Mickey wants to get rid of anything his father gave him. With Mandy gone, Colin and Iggy ran away a long time ago... he doesn't really have anyone but Sandy from his family. So no real attachment to it.

The Gallaghers are his fucking family. He might bitch about them all the time but they truly are his family and I think it would feel right for him. It took him no time to fit right in the Gallagher house, building relationships with all of Ian's siblings. By the time they get married he's feeling more at home than ever, even after years of being gone.

I don't think Ian would ever want to / feel comfortable calling himself a Milkovich. A. because of Terry and all the horrible things he did B. he never fit in with Mickey's family and C. because Gallaghers have a weird attachment to their last name, "we're Gallaghers" is a part of their personality. D. it would make Mickey's tattoo even weirder.

extra point- I don't headcanon them having their own kids, but possibly getting custody of Franny and possibly fostering kids when they're older. I think having one last name might make them feel more like a family.

That's pretty much it, I think. I might add to it later on. Thank you for the question, anon! I'm happy to hear your opinions though!

[amazingmsme]

continuation of my last hc, but i feel like even though peter is usually the one spilling the beans to charlotte about embarrassing things about ted or all the things he says about her, charlotte would occasionally do the same but about the things ted says about peter. like how smart he is, how much he worries about the kid sometimes, how he sometimes misses how close they used to be when they were younger, and “he really does love you a whole lot you know!” because even ted sometimes can’t help getting a bit sappy about his little brother. and since peter is about 18 years old i think (in npmd at least) that means it’s only a matter of time before he leaves for college, and sometimes ted confides in charlotte about how the house will feel much emptier when he leaves and how sometimes he worries that they’ll grow father apart, and charlotte doesn’t exactly list off all the things that he’s confided in her about since she knows it’s not really her place to do so but she definitely tells peter that ted’s gonna miss him a lot. and on the outside peter is very smug about it for the rest of the day but on the inside he’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 - fluffvoid

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IT’S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE

Cause Charlotte’s seen the way they interact & she knows Ted loves to give Pete a hard time & mess with him for the hell of it, but she also know he loves his kid brother with all his heart. & she just wants to make sure that Ted will always have Peter. If only she knew that Peter won’t always have Ted

But she tells him that Ted tells everyone in the office how he always gets straight A’s on his report cards & how he’s dating the mayor’s daughter & he kinda forgets who all he tells so he just ends up repeating things but he’s just so proud of him he just wants to shout it from the rooftops. But then he actually sees Peter & he can’t help but punch his shoulder & give a playful insult. So obviously Peter is hesitant to believe everything she’s saying, but some stuff is too specific not to come from Ted. & it melts his heart because yeah his brother’s an asshole, but he’s an asshole who loves him. & Charlotte can tell that it makes Peter happy to hear that Ted’s been bragging about him but it makes him all flustered & embarrassed & giddy & later when he sees Ted he just comes up from behind & gives him a big ol’ hug. & Ted’s like “what’s this for?” & Peter’s like “Charlotte told me what all you said about me” & Ted freezes up because damnit he didn’t want him to know all that sappy shit & Pete adds “I love you too” & Ted turns around to give him a proper hug & throws an arm over his shoulder & messed up his hair like “ok ok don’t go rubbing it in.” Peter is beaming from ear to ear & is so happy to know 100% without a doubt just how much his brother loves him. But he’s a Spankoffski so he too is a little shit & uses this knowledge to tease the hell out of Ted & is like “you love meeee! You’re so proud of meeeee!” & Ted just rolls his eyes like “yeah yeah. You have 10 seconds to run”

Goat bros & sweetkoffski have such a death grip on me, you have no idea

[toomuchracket]

my current brain rot ever since atpoaim is a fort date with matty!! however in my head the cute date eventually gets crashed by all the band and ends up with everyone crammed into the tiny fort.

like maybe it's at mattys house, and it's well known George just lets himself in, so he does and immediately sees the large fort in the living room and goes to investigate. he sees you and matty cuddled watching a movie in a sea of blankets and pillows so very unceremoniously flops on top of you both and the myriad of pillows. he works his way into the date somehow and is half watching the movie and half just watching you and matty being sickeningly cute and wondering if that's how him and Charli look.

about 20 mins later, there's a knock on the door, and you and matty are like??? but George just pipes up with "Oh, I invited Adam and Ross to the hangout. I hope that's okay!" and matty starts being like "this actually was a date before you barged in and-" but gets cut off by you saying its totally okay and he should go let them in. Adam feels slightly bad for barging in, but you assure him it's fine, and eventually, the 5 of you are all crammed under this fort cuddled up watching some sappy rom-com you convinced them to watch. it obviously starts with lots of complaints "ugh nooo" "whyyyy," "cmon, do we have to watch this chick flick?"" but eventually divulges into gasps at how bad the guy is and comments like "oh my god she needs to leave him" but also on the other hand they're like "well no because she fucked up too" and finally when the movie ends it is just 4 grown men trying to keep their emotions at bay after watching like enchanted or Notting hill lol

anyway sorry for rambling, domestic matty and the boys kills me off everytime

i can't believe you apologised for this omg i LOVE it!! it kinda feels like slightly older flatmate!matty and his girl to me. like say the boys are on a break from work, and matty's built this fort all cute and romantic for you guys to just chill in all cutely, and you're lazily making out in it when you hear the front door open and close and a gravelly voice go "yoohoo!"; george, bored as shit because charli's off working somewhere, coming round for some entertainment. fully creased at the image of all six foot whatever of him just flopping over you all snuggled into matty - i bet you'd be like "hi darling!" to him, genuinely happy to see him, while matty's all tetchy like "george what the FUCK" (but that's his bestie, so he lets him stay and watch, idk, lady bird (it's my fav film) or whatever with you). and the whole time, george is side-eyeing you and matty in the nicest way, thinking about himself and charli AND how you and matty used to cuddle watching films together even pre-dating but it's so lovely that you're so openly lovey-dovey in the same scenario now. and i think george had probably texted ross and adam to hang out before he came over to yours, and then when they agreed he was like "oh i'm actually at matty's" so they just rock up there; like you said, adam is guilt-stricken and very much like "oh my gosh i am so sorry for intruding i'll be on my way" - matty's like "yes that sounds like a good idea considering my girl and i were having a little DATE before you fuckers showed up" - but you're like "honestly don't worry about it. if you don't mind sitting through my movie choices you can stay". matty sighs, but is appeased when you kiss him quickly and smile sweetly at him, so it becomes the five of you all chilling on pillows in this fort watching the devil wears prada (they would fucking hate andy's boyfriend they really would). and they all complain when you say "oh my god let's watch enchanted" as you go back to the disney+ homescreen, but maybe you all share some alcohol or a joint and then they get really into the movie, gasping at the change from animation to live-action and making little comments throughout the film - i bet ross is SO bitchy about giselle's outfit for the ball lmfao. but yeah, you turn your head to look at them all as the credits roll, and try not to giggle at these huge (and matty) men either sniffling or just beaming happily at the film they just watched. and as much as you've had a nice time, matty kicks the other boys out shortly after this so he can romance you as he had planned to the whole evening (but as you hug them goodbye i think you're like "same time next week? we'll watch 27 dresses and the lizzie mcguire movie") lol <3

[dira333]

No way!! The iconic Two Guys From Naruto! I absolutely cannot pick just one lol their dynamic is way too perfect to solo one of them 😭 I just know Kotetsu’s gonna have me stressed. Gonna have hair whiter than Kakashi’s by our 2nd date but that’s okay. He’ll make up for it, I’m sure. If he can’t, Izumo will 🥺 they’d have to pay for the damages though.

FELLOW SHINO GIRLY. Let me set you up on a date with him!!! He’d bring you to a quiet little tea house for your date. Once you’d get him going about his bugs, I’m sure he’d end up yapping your ear off. Just don’t talk over him ;; I remember him holding grudges against Naruto for years lol if your first date would go well, he’d bring you along at night to watch some fireflies 🥺 sappy, sentimental guy he is. He’d be blushing underneath his collar the entire time hrjdhdj

And lol it’s meee! The MattsunMakki anon! You got my taste down pat with Ace and The Two Guys From Naruto o.o; you’re reading my mind omg. Can I ask for (one last) first date? Haikyu, of course! Its been super fun!

ah, that's so sweet of you for setting me up as well! I'm going to have to save this.

I actually wrote my first shino fic this week, can you believe it took me this long?

I know, I know you like Mattsun and Makki. I know... but this is my game, so....

I'm setting you up with Futakuchi.

In all honesty, I think he actually locked Mattsun in the closet so that he could get a chance. Terushima who? No, he's the only silly little pathetic guy left to go out with you. That's how manipulative he can get. Not that he's very good at lying.

I think Aone has rubbed off on him a little, which means he's putting a lot more effort into making you happy. He's got the expensive seats at the cinema, but he takes you to a really crappy movie just to shit-talk it - his idea of having fun - and a karaoke bar right after that.

Futakuchi likes to stir the pot, he likes to make a mess, he likes to... meddle in things he shouldn't meddle in.

But he's also a pathetic wet rag of a man, and he's down bad for you the moment you even glance his way. Watch him go from angry Chihuahua to "Yes Mam," in a second, all it needs is a glare his way.

He's a fast learner and he wants to make you happy... sooo?

Will you give him a chance? He says "Please, please, please!"

[arielmagicesi]

yeah fuck it, ATLA characters ranked from most to least polyamorous:

Suki. are you going to tell me she and the Kyoshi Warriors don't have the messiest dating history of all time

Sokka. he can't go anywhere without getting hit on. he and Suki have a beautiful bisexual open relationship

Aang. the monks didn't believe in monogamy and neither does he. He doesn't see how "being in love with Katara" negates "flirting with random girls while traveling"

Katara. she reads one feminist text about the institution of marriage being antiquated and she starts flooding wedding venues

Ty Lee. it's hard to tell she's polyamorous because she doesn't try to flirt with you at a continental breakfast buffet but like, unsuccessfully flirt with you, her hand trying and failing to get in her pocket like a Romanian woman seeking sanctuary in an 18th-century French church. but yes she's perfectly capable of dating two women at once or whatever

Toph. technically Toph is too busy with important shit to have much time for romance, but she guesses that "yeah technically I think marriage is stupid or monogamy is stupid idk"

Mai. She doesn't care if Ty Lee sees other people, but she really doesn't feel like putting up with a person in her house who isn't Ty Lee

Zuko. unfortunately Zuko has seen too many sappy romance plays and has the idea of "one true love" baked in his head Rebecca Bunch style. he does learn from Sokka how to date casually but decides it's not really for him and I'm convinced he ends up with a giant nerd and they retire to a house somewhere and read books and pet cats and bake souffles or whatever and his husband makes him very happy

Iroh. I love Iroh but he has some dumbass attachments to tradition and mild-to-moderate sexism and would probably think marriage is the right way of things, which is why he was thrilled when Zuko got married (after Zuko gently explained to him what gay people are) and in his heart he probably judges Sokka and Suki a little bit for their open relationship. we can't all be perfect

Azula. Azula can't even have one functioning relationship do you really think she would have multiple

sorry for not ranking Appa and Momo, I don't know where I would put them. also sorry for making this post at all. as I've mentioned, AtLA has been my latest coping mechanism for depression

[dgaftilwedie]

trey question time hurray!!!!!! i love adding to his lore :33 everything's below the cut as per usual!!

im kinda torn on this question. on one hand, trey's one of the most calm people you'll ever meet. he's super laid-back, like the epitome of the chill pill people tell you to when you're going nuts. but on the other hand, i feel like when he's in a situation like that, he's internally freaking the fuck out. he looks totally fine on the outside but on the inside??? good LORD.

he's kinda a loner by choice. he has friends and meets new people in his local scene all the time but he prefers being home and doing his own shit. it's almost a trust issue thing, he just feels like half the time he can't be himself around people, even if he likes them

he has money but nobody knows how he gets it. how does he have his own apartment completely paid for?? how does he maintain his crippling addictions while also paying for shit for his cat?? how does he get enough money for a month of groceries after one shift at burger king?? NO FUCKING CLUE.

i mean, he thinks about his relationship with his parents a lot, but there's nothing he can do to change their shitty beliefs

THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS SOMEHOW MASTERED THE NUNCHUCKS. again, nobody knows how. i guess when you spend 85% of your time alone, you teach yourself a lot of crazy shit

not applicable to my universe :3

he fucks with his hair a lot but he prefers his hair like, natural colors, cuz it goes better with his outfits. his hair is currently a mixture of brown, blonde, and a little black :P

i think i've said this before but trey usually doesn't like, experience embarrassment?? he's got a funky outlook on life and he knows that half the time the people who witness him doing shit are either gonna laugh about it or forget about it

again, crazy laid-back. however, he won't say no to drama............. trey's guiltiest pleasure is fucking drama.

i wouldn't say he's sentimental............ i think i'd call him a hoarder LMFAOAOA he's got so much shit that he memorializes but a lot of it is junk

he believes lot of things. he's developed a really sorta "adulty" mindset at a young age and despite the fact that he's kinda dumb, it impresses a lot of people to hear the way he thinks. he's grown to appreciate gaining new experiences, sorta rawdoggin life one day at a time. he knows he's not perfect and he knows how important it is to learn from your mistakes and all that sappy shit. oh, and he's totally superstitious LMFAOAO but like backwards superstitious?? he WILL walk under ladders. he WILL open umbrellas inside, he WILL pick up a tails-up penny. and black cats are good luck to him.

he's very neutral about everything. he's been thru a lot of stuff, but he realized there's nothing he can do to change that. he doesn't assume everything is bad but he also doesn't assume everything is good. he's very down to earth, super good to come to for advice. he never really had anybody to teach him how to think, it's just something he's learned being a human and shit

trey has major commitment issues (that tie back in with his trust issues). he's not ready for anything yet. he's a very ride-or-die kinda person; he'll love you forever, even after you break up. he doesn't get over that shit. for now, he just had a lot of one-night-stands. his sex drive is huge and people in the local scene know he's a total whore (sorry trey :3)

the friendships he has now are important to him. they've been with him thru a lot of stuff and he'd rather die than lose them

there was this beach that was a 20 minute walk from the house that he used to live in that he'd frequent a lot. it was his escape when shit was going on at home. he'd stay there for hours, watch the sun set, chainsmoke a pack or two, have a mini picnic with the junk food he picked up at the local 7/11, sometimes he'd even hunt for snails or build sand castles. he misses that beach a lot but it's not really safe for him to go back there, and it won't be for a while

he works at burger king but does he really?? he's either doing porn or getting paid under the table

nawwwww he's too cook for enemies

his parents told him he'd amount to nothing, does that count??

he goes ghost hunting every now and then but nothing freaky has ever happened (there's a ghost that lives in his apartment) (one of his best friends is a zombie)

he's stolen shit before but he hasn't done anything crazy. sometimes you gotta do whatcha gotta do to survive, and if stealing some water bottles and some catfood is a crime, so be it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GET TO KNOW THE OC ASKS

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

2. Is your OC a loner or a social butterfly? Are they satisfied with how they come across to other people?

3. What is your OC's financial status? Are they just scraping by, making enough to live comfortably, or wealthy? Has there ever been a drastic change in their status? If so, what happened?

4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

6. Does your OC know magic? Were they born with magical ability or did they train to acquire it? What is their favorite type of magic? Least favorite?

7. Does your OC like their natural hair color or do they dye it? What styles do they prefer?

8. What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

9. Is your OC laid back or do they thrive on drama? What role do they play in their group of friends/associates?

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

12. Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

14. How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company over that of others?

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

16. How does your OC make money? Do they have a respectible profession or work a series of odd jobs? Are they a criminal? Or do they get creative in the pursuit of coin?

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar? 

18. Has your OC ever had a prophecy made about them? Was it a big deal or did they ignore it? Was it straightforward or cryptic? Did it ever come to pass or did they circumvent it?

19. Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or the divine? What happened? Was it a one time encounter or is it a normal part of their life? Did they find it terrifying or thrilling?

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

[slashersangel]

headcanons for dating Billy Loomis!

yay for my first headcanon!

• first, he would never bring you over to his house. everything would either be at your house or he would just casually take you out, there’s also the option of taking you to Stu’s house since his parents are gone basically all the time, but there’s the downside that Stu’s there and won’t leave you alone since it’s technically ‘his house’

• when you asked why, he just gave you a very ominous, “you don’t need to worry about it.” and after that he got all silent so you decided not to press any further

• watching horror movies on basically every date. if you don’t like horror movies then too bad cause that’s all he’ll watch, not that sappy romance shit. if you’re scared, he’ll tease the ever loving hell out of you, but if you jump, it’s okay you can hide yourself in his shoulder, he’ll protect you. but for the account that you might actually like scary movies, that just makes his even more happy, and he won’t shut up about how everything is done poorly (not that he didn’t do that before), but this time he’ll have you to chime in as well.

• there’s about a 90/10 chance that he will tease for the littlest thing, and if you get flustered easily, then that’s just more fuel for him, and possibly Stu, but he can’t go too far or else he’ll get a right hook in the guy by Billy. On the chance that you don’t get flustered easily, and can hold your composure fairly well, then Billy’ll just have to do everything he can to see you blush/get flustered, so prepare to get a mixed of annoyed and upset because although he does know when to stop, the lines are blurred just a little bit. and you can’t get that mad, I mean, look at the smile he gives you when you give him a dirty look. it might just be enough to suffer through a little longer

• there’s 50/50 chance he’ll tell you about ghostface. after he’s watches you for a bit, once he gets a feel that he knows you well enough to know exactly how you’ll react. if he knows you’ll react poorly, or even (gods forbid) try and leave or call someone, then you’ll be in the dark forever. Billy will take it to his death bed and force Stu to do the same. Billy can’t risk ruining what the two of you have. You’re the first person to actually make him feel something genuine in a really long time, or, ever, really, he’d rather kill you while you still love him then kill you while you think he’s a monster. 

• but on the other hand, if he knows you’ll react better or sort of goodly, he’d be cautious still, and test how you’d react. a simple, “I’d be better at killing that guy then the actual killer.” to see what you’d say, if you laugh then that’s a good sign, if you agree, then that’s an even better sign. Billy would easy you into the idea that you might know a killer, not obviously, but a “you could pass a serial killer on the street and not even know it”. 

• once he thinks you’re ready, then he’ll tell you, maybe he’d make a game out of it too, get into uniform and obviously stalk you in your house, give you the call then break in, he knows for a fact that you leave your kitchen window unlocked. Once he got a good laugh out of your fear, he’d unmask himself. if you think it’s a joke, then that’s on you, he won’t push any further and let you live in ignorant bliss, but if you believe him and you promise not to tell anyone, he’d be skeptical at first, but once you’re put to the test, he’d know that wow, maybe love does exist, and you definitely  have it for him, maybe.

[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty �� he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

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SOMEDAY i will write a Beauty and the Beast AU in which:

- Derek is the Beast. he was out in the woods with Paige when she was attacked by wolves and she died. her mother was a witch and she blamed Derek for her daughter's death. she curses Derek to live as a wolf-like monster til the end of his days, unless he finds someone else to love him the way that Paige did.

- Kate is Belle but really Gaston. she worms her way into Derek's castle and his confidences, makes Derek think that she could be the one to save him, when really she has every intention of returning to town and leading a horde of hunters in through the back door to kill the monster.

- Stiles is Cogsworth but really Belle. he's been a part of the Hale household staff and ended up transformed into a damn clock. yes he's bitter about it, and he's kept his distance from the master of the house for years partly out of spite and partly cuz he's a little scared of him, ngl. but when the pretty blonde lady with the too-pretty smile charms her way into the castle, Stiles is mmmm suspicious. he tries to make his doubts known, but Derek is too desperate for redemption (and affection) to listen. Stiles keeps trying, though, and in doing so, he gets one too may glimpses at the softer side of Derek, buried underneath all the snarling and defensiveness, and finds himself falling in love.

- (Derek is falling for him too, but it doesn't really occur to him that Stiles is an option. with his curse, he's had it in his head for years that he needs to get a woman like Paige to fall in love with him. it never occurred to him that he could find love within his household, someone he's known for years, and also currently an inanimate object aldkfjgh. oblivious!Derek is oblivious.)

- it all comes to a head when Kate goes back to town. she says it's to visit her ailing father, and Derek believes her, because he still manages to be trusting at his core, because he wants so desperately to believe that she loves him. but Stiles, somehow, finds out about Kate's plan. he can't or doesn't have time to warn Derek for whatever reason, or he still doesn't think that Derek will believe him if he tries, but he can't just do nothing either. part of the curse is that the animation of the household only applies within the household. if they leave the castle grounds, they become actual objects. they die. Stiles knows this. but.....he has to try, doesn't he? Derek's life is on the line, and there is nothing that Stiles wouldn't risk for him.

- Stiles steps over the line, fully expecting to die. but he doesn't. because this risk, this act of true love, fulfills the curse. suddenly, Stiles is human again for the first time in years, gasping in the snow. with the next breath, he's running, because Derek is still in danger and Kate has a head start.

- they fight the bad guys and the Argents eat shit and Stiles locks eyes with a newly-human Derek and the ending would be all kinds of sappy, blah blah blah, we all know how these things go 😂 i just want that climactic moment of transformation so badly alkfdj

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[tanniefm]

nasty | jjk (m)

summary - you're needy at a party and no one can help you except your boyfriend jungkook.

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - established relationship

word count - 2.4k

song inspo - nasty by ariana grande

warnings - unprotected sex (BOOO), dirty talk, daddy kink, brief breeding kink, slight voyeurism (you essentially ride his thigh in front of everyone), explicit language, praise kink, subspace, drug and alcohol use (weed), brief mention of vmin, i guess kook also falls into domspace too i mean y'all are high so

a/n - i'm sorry this took so long school's been kicking my ass bruh. this is also very unedited since i originally wrote this while horny like a month ago kanjwbw. anyways yeah enjoy! ps. i am very bad at endings and summaries sigh

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“Pleaseeeee”

“Nope”

“But I need to so badly! Just please make me cum, Kook!”

“What did I say? Not ‘til later. At this rate I might not let you cum at all.” his words brought utter terror to your face. What did he mean not letting you cum at all? You've been so good all day! Just like he told you! This party fucking sucks anyway. As much as you love your friends coming over, there’s only so much you can handle before you start getting annoyed by their presence. Jungkook has been teasing you all day but the very peak of it was when he ate you out earlier like it was his last meal and at the very last second, decided to cease all contact from you and smile cockily. Asshole.

It doesn’t help that you've both been drinking and smoking a bit, so your horniness has only worsened since then. This mixed haze of being tipsy and high at the same time is just making you needier by the second. You’ve been clinging onto him and following him around your shared apartment the whole night while he laughed and chatted with your friends.

“You good, ____?” Jimin laughs. He out of everyone should know exactly how you feel, given him and Tae are constantly going at it, just like you and your beloved boyfriend.

You smile sarcastically, “Nah I’m perfectly fine, Minnie! Why do you ask?” you know exactly why he’s asking. You’re not really the best at hiding your emotions and your face says it all that you’d rather have everyone disappear immediately so you can fuck the shit out of the man you’re glaring at. He’s currently taking a few hits out of Hoseok’s “party bong” as he likes to call it. It looks very used and burnt out, you don’t know why he just won’t get a new one since you’re sure that’s some kind of safety hazard but whatever.

“No reason, just that you look like you wanna eat Jungkookie alive is all.” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully and take another sip from whatever mixed drink Jungkook made you.

“He’s getting on my nerves.” you quip back. Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs heartily. It seems like everyone finds your situation amusing but you. All you want is to have a proper orgasm! Is that so wrong! It feels like he’s punishing you and you haven’t even done anything! You go to sit on the couch with him, directly on his lap, while he watches Seokjin and Taehyung yell over Mario Kart. He automatically wraps his hands around your waist and smiles lazily.

“Heyy pretty girl.” he says gruffly. His voice always gets raspy when he smokes and your pussy throbs at his (and your) favorite pet name.

“Kookie,” you whine. “Please can we wrap this up and do something alone. Need you.” you start pouting in hopes he’ll finally cave. He chuckles and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

He leans in closely to whisper, “After they're done with this game, I promise I’ll take care of you, ok baby?” you look at him skeptically and hold up your pinky to ensure he means what he says. He giggles at your cuteness and wraps his long pinky around yours, kissing it to seal the deal. Your face immediately lights up at the prospect that you’ll finally get some dick. The more you think about it, the wetter you get. Maybe he’ll bring out the toys this time and use those on you. Maybe he’ll overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Maybe he’ll let you take control since he’s been messing with you all evening anyway. The possibilities are endless and they cause you to squirm around on his lap. You quickly realize that your leggings are pretty thin however as you suddenly pause when you feel that your boyfriend is hard as a rock. Little did you know that he’s been suffering just as much as you have, he just likes to play with you a little to see how needy you could get. He can feel you throbbing through your leggings and it’s been driving him fucking crazy. He can’t wait for the guys to leave so he can fuck you in every room of this house.

He grips your hips tightly and gives you a warning look of “do that again and see what happens” you whimper and tuck your face in his neck. He smells so good. You can faintly smell the weed you two have been smoking but you can still smell his soft detergent and calming lavender he loves so much. You know his nose is sensitive so he only uses a small amount of cologne and it encapsulates him so perfectly. He pulls you closer and starts bouncing his knee slightly. Fuck. Now his thigh is consistently hitting your clit and your mind is getting fuzzier. The haze from earlier coupled with the fact that Jungkook is bouncing you like a baby is starting to make you whimper and moan a little louder than you’d like to. You know he’s fucking with you again. He loves seeing you like this. He leans down and reminds you Tae and Jin are almost done with their game and then you can moan and whine all you want. You nod hastily while you suck a mark into his neck to keep quiet. His knee keeps the same casual pace, as if your clit isn’t the main focal point of each bounce. He kisses the top of your head and laughs along at whatever the boys are arguing about as to not raise any suspicion. Although you’re pretty sure everyone can tell exactly what’s going on. The fact that everyone can clearly see you getting bounced on your boyfriend's lap is only getting you closer and closer. You bet you could cum like this.

“Ha ha! Fuck you, hyung! I told you I’d win!” Taehyung shouts jovially.

“Yeah whatever, brat! I’m definitely winning next time.” they both get up and stretch before informing both of you that they think they’ll call it a night. The rest of the boys agree and gather their stuff to head out. You hate to say it, but you couldn’t be happier that everyone’s finally leaving. Jungkook lifts you off his lap gently and to your horror, you can already see a damp spot forming on his sweats. He smirks and winks at you while he kindly escorts everyone out. Once the last person is gone and the door is closed and locked, he turns around and tells you to come here. You scamper over to him in a haste and attach your lips to his in an instant. He laughs at your neediness and backs you slowly to the couch. He sits down and puts you in his lap again while you both make out as if you’ve been deprived of each other. He grips your hips and grinds you against his erection that’s been straining against his pants for the better part of half an hour.

“My poor baby, was I too mean today?” he asks as he kisses down your neck and jaw.

“Mhm, I’ve been a good girl all day just like you said and you don’t even care.” you whine. He lifts his head and cups your face.

“Of course I care, baby. I’m so proud of you for being so good today. You want daddy to take care of you now, don’t you?” he says gently. It looks like you’re not the only one that fell into a bit of a headspace. You’re very aware that when Jungkook starts referring to himself as daddy that he’s already taken a dominant position. Meaning he’ll take very little shit from you. Not that you felt like being bratty today anyway. Good girls get rewarded and that’s exactly what you intend to receive. You nod and grind against him faster in hopes he’ll get the hint that you want him now. As always, he quickly understands and starts ridding himself of his shirt as you take off yours. Seeing all of his tattoos always does things to you. Especially the small bouquet of black roses he got for you. You still can’t believe he would get something so permanent on his body just for you but he was adamant that you were the love of his life. The memory made you emotional as you started to tear up slightly. You’re going to have to ask Hoseok what the hell was in that strain to make you so sensitive to literally everything. Jungkook stops unclipping your bra as soon as he sees your eyes well up.

His hands are right back to their position on your face. “Woah, what happened love? Are you ok?” you wipe your eyes and giggle bashfully and explain why you got so worked up. He smiled and kissed you softly.

“You know I love you, right? You’re so fucking cute. I love you so much.” he says as he leans his forehead on yours. Weed makes both of you so sappy. You can’t even find it in yourself to care as you bring him into another kiss. He continues to take off your bra and starts kneading your breasts in his hands. The action makes you whine and pull away from him.

“Daddy, I wanna cum now. Please?”

He chuckles and lifts you off of him to strip your leggings. His fingers trace over the damp spot of your panties and he pulls them back to see how wet they’ve gotten.

“My little girl completely soaked through these. Needy baby. If you wanted it so bad why couldn’t you just do it yourself, huh?”

“B-because I wanted to be good. M’ a good girl right?” his words confused you. Why would you take care of yourself when he does it so much better. Plus, wouldn’t he just punish you anyway?

“I know baby, you are a good girl. Besides, those tiny little fingers would just frustrate you wouldn't they? You need daddy to cum ‘cause my dumb babygirl can’t do anything by herself, can she?” his words make your lip tremble as you nod dumbly. He’s right! You couldn’t possibly do something like that by yourself. Only he can make you feel like this.

He smiles as you agree with no hesitation and pecks all around your face. This is your favorite place to be in. In his arms waiting for his instruction. Taking the lead is fun every once and awhile but being stupid and pliant is far more your speed. He makes you feel safe and adored. He makes you feel good.

His fingers swirl around your covered clit as you moan into his mouth. Your little noises and the feeling of his fingers getting slicker is making him painfully hard and he, too is getting impatient. He wiggles his hips and slides his sweats down to reveal to you that he’s been walking around with no underwear on. He’s been completely hard with no barrier other than his sweats. You feel like you could bust right then and there. As soon as you see his cock, you lick your hand and start stroking it slowly. Jungkook hisses and throws his head back.

“Little girl...don’t play with me right now…” you heed his warning and scramble to take off your panties so you can get him inside you as fast as possible. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you’ll be damned if you fuck it up now. He steadies you as you prepare to sink down on him and he kisses you gently. The way he’s filling you is intoxicating.

“Fuck, this little cunt was made for me wasn’t it? My baby’s so perfect for me.” his words make you tremble. You both moan breathily once he’s bottomed out inside you. You grind back and forth slowly as you try to adjust to his length. Jungkook however, is just as impatient as you are. He halts your movements to grip your hips and lift you almost completely off of him and slam you back down. You gasp as he sets a pace for you quickly. Your walls clench as he groans out praises of how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. In his lap, bouncing on top of him, whining into his neck. He couldn't think of a better place to be. His hands slide down to your ass and grips it as he bounces you even faster. You moan loudly and bite on his shoulder in fear of getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.

“D-Daddy? M’ close. So so so so so close daddy please fuck!” your words are slurred since you literally cannot think properly. He laughs breathily. “I know baby, you feel so good. Fuck I wanna pump you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant.” his words only make you moan louder.

“Oh you like that? You like when I talk about filling your cute tummy with my cum? You want my babies, little girl? Hm?” your head bobs up and down as you nod. “Yeah- mm yeah want it so bad daddy please cum in me. I wanna have your babies please Kookie please. Wanna cum wanna cum wanna cum!” you whine. Seeing how absolutely wrecked you are is only getting Jungkook closer and closer. You look completely and utterly fucked out. If his baby wants his cum that's exactly what she'll get.

“Shh precious I’m almost there. Daddy's got you I promise. Rub your pretty clit for me, I wanna see my baby cum ok?” you immediately obey and spit on your fingers before shoving your hand between you two. You rub your swollen clit with quick flicks to get you to cum faster. You just wanna make Jungkook happy. You wanna be his good girl.

It didn't take long for your hand coupled with his cock pounding into your g-spot to get you to cum hard on him. Your limbs spasm and your vision goes white while you distantly hear Jungkook's moaned praises. He cums in you not long after with a whine and keeps thrusting a few times so you can milk him for all he's worth. You both pant heavily as his arms wrap around you tightly, wanting to be as close as possible. He pecks your head repeatedly and buries his face in your hair.

“I love you ____.” he sighs. You giggle and sleepily look up at him. “I love you more.”

[reidsnose]

Black Eye

overview: reader and spencer go to reader's highschool reunion as a fake couple

genre: fluff i think

warnings: mild violence and swearing, a guy being kind of a total creep, and mentions of bullying

a/n: idk if its any good again just love the idea but it was inspired by a dream i had last night (thank you temporal lobe) so yeah let me know what yall think !! :) also im posting this at like ass oclock in the morning so whoops

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you and spencer had gotten yourselves in quite the situation.

your dreaded highschool reunion was just around the corner and you made the mistake of complaining about it to penelope. she was always trying to make everyones life easier (and more interesting) so when she heard you had no date she took it upon herself to find you one.

it didn't take a lot of looking, none at all actually; because Penelope had already been trying to figure out ways to get you and Reid together.

you two were undeniably perfect for each other. you were an amazing team at work, you hung out alone all the time (though both of you denied these hang out as being dates, Garcia had her own ideas on this), and you were both very obliviously head over heels for each other.

and somehow, through the magical ways of Penelope Garcia, you and Spencer were now sitting in the parking lot, fake married for your high school reunion.

"do we need to go over our back story again?" you worried, looking up at him.

"our backstory is basically all true anyway we just fall in love after a little bit. and i have an eidetic memory so i remember; you're my wife you should know this!" he joked, trying to relax you. "we got this! we're gonna be so married!"

Spencer had actually never been this nervous in his life but he was trying to be brave for you. it would be more embarrassing for you both to show up like nervous wrecks than if you had just come alone. he was just happy to get to be fake married to you.

"the marriedest!" smiled, fist bumping him.

"now lets go make some people jealous!" he chuckled getting out of the car and jogging over to your side, opening your door before you got the chance to; like a true gentleman.

you stuck out your hand which he happily took into his, neither of you commenting on the redness you both had sprinkled across your cheeks. as you walked in, you saw all the people you dreaded seeing.

the boys who tormented you were balding and the girls who made sure you felt awful everyday had wrinkles riddling there skin. you were surrounded by botched botox and bleached blonde to cover graying hair. you felt terrible to admit it, but you were a little happy to see that their beauty had faded like this; they made their looks their whole personality in high school, you couldn't help but wonder what was left for them to be. not that it mattered, but you and Spencer were undeniably the most attractive couple there.

you actually had an ok time, you had spotted a few of your friends that you hadn't seen in quite a few years and it was nice to catch up.

Spencer had wondered a bit, but not too far, he was talking to some guys who used to be in science club when you were younger. you smiled at the thought of what they might be talking about.

"y/n! hey youve really filled out!" you heard a gruff voice from behind you.

you turned around and were met with the very unappealing face of the ex quarterback. Spencers attention had been caught at the sound of your name.

"um..hello," you muttered, trying to covertly back away from him.

"i see youve got a ring, interesting i dont remember us getting married!" he said in an incredibly creepy tone.

"do you know im a federal agent now?" you said through a gritted smile.

spencer had already begun walking towards you, he could tell something was off.

"ill tell you what sweetheart," he put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer to him, "you can put me in handcuffs any day."

you threw his hand off of you and drew back your fist, but were cut off before you could deliver the punch but his hand engulfing your own, and squeezing.

"THATS MY WIFE!" spencer yelled in a voice you had never heard from him before.in the blink of an eye he was standing between in front of him. "do not ever talk to her like that, let alone lay a finger on her or so help me God i will-"

"what beanpole? what are you gonna do? what if i did this?" the man asked.

and then he sent a swift punch to Spencer's face.

thats gonna leave a mark.

in a matter of seconds, Spencer had him overpowered, laying face first on the floor with his hands uncomfortably angled behind him, completely helpless.

"now i'm going to let you go and you're going to walk out of here unharmed. if you try anything like that again, ill let my wife handle you. and i promise if she gets a hold of you, you'll be a dead son of a bitch." Spencer muttered in the mans ear, gruffly pulling him up by his collar and shoving him towards the door.

"were leaving." you said, grabbing Spencer's hand, trying to ignore how incredibly attractive he looked right now.

"babe if you want to stay we can stay," he offered as if he didn't just have his shit kicked in by a coward with misogynistic tendencies.

"honey, i want to take you home," you smiled, liking the way it felt to call him a pet name. you walked into the parking lot, "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking this guy is trying to hurt you and i was not going to ever let that happen." he answered confidently as you two reached the car. "plus this totally made the marriage thing more believable. i wouldn't get a black eye for just anyone."

"thank you. i'm sorry you got punched trying to protect me." you sighed, feeling incredibly awful about the whole thing.

he chuckled, "id do it again."

you fought hard against the blush creeping up your face.

"i gotta say, the black eye really suits you. you look pretty badass." you chuckled, trying to change the subject before it got too sappy and you said something you shouldn't.

"maybe it should just be my new look," he joked, looking down at a ping from his phone. "uh oh."

"we have a case?" you asked.

"yep. and hotch wants us in the office asap which means we cont stop by either of our houses." he sighed before starting the car.

the drive was mostly silent. but a comfortable silence. Spencer thought about how in the moment, he didn't care how many punches the guy threw at him, as long as it meant you were ok, he was willing to take it. he knew he loved you far before that moment but that truly solidified it.

at the same time you were thinking of how quickly your time as a 'married couple' was over. it felt so right to call Spencer yours. so unexplainably perfect for the two of you to be together. if only your time wasn't cut short by a sucker punch.

you neared the building's parking lot. you looked over at Spencer who you could very easily tell was lost in his own world.

"whats going on in that beautiful head of yours?" you asked, causing him to stifle a smile.

"just thinking." he answered.

"what about?"

"us." he stated, pulling into his parking spot.

oh. oh.

"do tell."

he hesitated, "if i tell you, and you disagree, do you promise it wont change anything about us?"

"i promise."

"did it feel right to you? us being together?" he asked, his eyes innocent and filled to the brim with a mixture of anxiety and adoration as he looked at you.

"yes. it absolutely did. and i was so mad at the assclown for cutting our time short," you admitted, "and punching you in the eye, obviously."

"i- i'm not sure how to ask this but- do you...would you..sorry i-" he stammered.

"yes."

you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. his hand gently cupped your face, deepening the kiss and you both felt like you were on cloud nine.

"thats exactly what i was trying to say," he cracked a dopey smile, causing you to chuckle.

"i've been trying to say it for so long." you confessed, causing him to smile impossibly wider, "we gotta go hotch is waiting."

"just one more kiss?" he asked, which you gave in to, obviously. and then another. and another.

maybe it was good thing that he got a black eye that day, because when you got to the office the whole team was so focused on it they didn't even notice the hint of your lipstick left on spencers lips.

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