#bubble bath boss fight

[leatherandlacerry]

for our eyes only

Prompt: Harry takes Mia with him on a work trip in New York City and all she asks is to take a couple photos in the hotel lobby photobooth

Word count: less than 1K

Authors note: this one’s short and sweet, I always have those Photo Booth aesthetics on my Pinterest so I get inspired. I imagine Harry like ceo/boss of pleasing and richrry but will do anything for Mia LOL(if you guys like this I’ll definitely do some more of them, its also 1 am so I'm sorry if the editing sucks)

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“Baby, can we?” Mia points to the vintage photobooth tucked away in the corner of the hotel Harry and her were staying at. It’s been the best weekend she could ask for surrounded by the towering views of New York City.

Harry had a work emergency out here so he decided to bring Mia for a get away. It’s been room service and bubble baths every night and she couldn’t ask for anything more.

Except making the man who hates having his photo taken do this one little thing.

Harry gives her a serious look before smirking at the pouty lips she give him.

“It’ll be quick and for our eyes only,” She grins, giving him puppy dog eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Mia watches him have the argument in his head before ultimately he rolls his eyes and drags her to the booth.

“Itll be fun, I promise”

“This is only because I love you,” Harry mumbles before pushing the bright red curtain open to let her in. With a little bounce in her step she follows him in.

A squeal leaves Mia’s lips as Harry practically man handles you onto his lap and shuts the curtain for some privacy. They both take a second to get situated, making they know what poses they want to do.

“$10 for this rusty thing?!” Harry’s eyes practically bulge out of his eyes at the price of a small strip of paper.

Even the CEO for a multimillionaire dollar company has a budget I guess, it’s adorable.

“I got it!” Mia giggles, reaching into her small shoulder bag to grab some cash. By the time she pulls it out the countdown is starting on the small screen.

“I said I got-“

“Hush love, sit still and look pretty for the camera,” He scolded jokingly before grabbing her face in his hand placing a big kiss on her cheek. Mia scrunches up her face as the flash goes off.

“Easy enough,” She smirks at his last comment before he pinches your thigh. “I’m always pretty,”

“Mhm my pretty girl” He hums, looking over to Mia with biggest smile on his face. It had been a long time since Harry found someone like her. He’d be damned if he were to ever let this one go.

The two don’t even notice that the count down starts as mia leans down to place her lips on his.

In the heat of the moment Harry slides his tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss and the flash goes off. Mia pull back, slightly out of breath from the intensity of it all.

“A proper porno,” He jokes, making Mia’s head fall back in laughter. She could feel her heart practically pound out of her chest at the dimples on his cheeks.

“Not our first rodeo,” Mia smirks, nipping at his lip. That toothy grin of his appears into the kissed they shared before they get ready for the next one.

Mia never thought she could feel so deeply for someone like this. Everytime he was around she found it hard to function properly.

“What’s next?” He asks, getting ready for the next one.

On the high of him, Mia wraps her hands around his head, sticking her tongue out for a silly one. At the last second she decide to tussle up Harry's hair, making his face drop.

“Oh that’s the winner,” She laughs, watching him glare at her as he trys to fight a smile.

“That’s all you get now,” he mumbles, standing up to exit the booth as the last photo counts down.

“You looked hot!” Mia squeals, wrapping her arms sounded his toned waist to pull him back. Harry stops and turns back to grab a hold of her chin.

“Yeah?” He asks as Mia looks up at him, feeling a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. “How hot?”

Her mouth slightly opens to say something as the flash goes off and there’s now a photo of her in full submission. This is something Harry would cherish forever.

“That’s a keeper,” He chuckles as she pushes him off.

“Asshole”

[stylesluxx]

intro (end of the world) – a.hotchner

[warnings: emotional infidelity? i mean, she tries to fight it]

summary: in which you and hotch are oblivious to your feelings about each other. but when you’re put in a dangerous position, all you can think about is your boss, not your boyfriend – inspired by intro (end of the world) by ariana grande

word count: 2,123

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"So how long have you and Evan been together?" Emily asked, sitting on your desk, her curiosity evident.

You've always been good at blending in. It's one of the reasons you were recruited to the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) in the first place. From day one, you made a solid impression—polite, competent, quick on your feet. You listen more than you talk, and when you do speak, your insights are sharp and intuitive. Well-liked by your team, you built solid professional relationships but kept a safe distance when it came to your personal life.

Friendly enough to avoid suspicion, distant enough so no one pries too deeply. You deflect personal questions with ease, and most of your colleagues chalk it up to professionalism. But deep down, you know there's more beneath the surface. The last thing you want is for them to start profiling you.

"About seven years," you reply, shrugging as you flip through paperwork.

"And he hasn't put a ring on it yet? I might need to talk to this guy," Derek huffs, half-joking but protective.

You chuckle, shaking your head. If only he knew it was you who had been holding off on marriage. Evan always talked about it, but you would quickly change the subject whenever he brought it up.

Evan is sweet, always thoughtful—like today, when he brought you lunch after you'd forgotten yours. After long, draining cases, you'd come home to warm bubble baths and a home-cooked meal. He's perfect in so many ways. But he just isn't the one.

And that guilt eats at you, especially since your attention has shifted to someone else. Someone who's not your boyfriend—someone who happens to be your boss.

Maybe it's Aaron Hotchner's stoic maturity, or maybe it's something more shallow, like his quiet authority. There's just something about him that pulls you in, making you question the stability you've built with Evan. And every time you catch a glimpse of Hotch from across the office, you can feel your heart skip, your eyes trailing after him as he moves from his office to the kitchen.

You aren't aware of the way your expression changes when he's around, but Derek and Emily notice. They exchange knowing glances, watching you.

"Do you even want to marry Evan?" Emily asks, her eyebrows furrowing in genuine concern.

"Um... Am I the only one with paperwork today?" you snap, a little more sharply than intended, but they let it slide.

"Uh-huh," Derek mutters as he wheels his chair back to his desk, throwing you a suspicious look.

Days pass, and the unspoken tension between you and Hotch continues to grow, lingering in the air whenever you're in the same room. It's subtle, barely noticeable to anyone else, but Emily and Derek see it—the way Hotch's expression softens ever so slightly when he talks to you, the warmth in his eyes that doesn't seem meant for anyone else.

On the jet, during one of your cases, you sit across from him, flipping through files, pretending not to notice the fleeting looks he gives you. His focus appears to be on the case, as always, but there's something more behind those glances—a quiet intensity, a lingering warmth.

You remind yourself that this is Hotch, your boss. And more than that, you have a boyfriend—a long-term relationship, years of shared history. But despite all that, your thoughts keep drifting back to Aaron Hotchner.

Each day, you feel the pull between you grow stronger, even though neither of you acknowledges it. You find yourself replaying those quiet moments over and over, wondering if he feels it too.

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You hear the familiar creak of the stairs as Hotch steps out of his office, his presence instantly filling the large space. There's always something about him—calm, controlled, but with an undercurrent of intensity that keeps everyone on their toes.

"Got a minute?" His voice is low, professional, but you can sense something else beneath it.

You nod, setting aside the case file you've been pouring over. "Sure, what's up?"

He steps further into the room, closing the door behind him. The move feels deliberate, as if he wants this conversation to stay between the two of you. Your pulse quickens slightly, though you keep your expression neutral.

"I wanted to talk to you about your performance on the last case," he begins, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "You did a great job. Your profiling helped us narrow down the suspect pool quickly."

You blink, a little thrown. Praise from Hotch isn't unheard of, but it's never casual. There's always an underlying purpose, some reason behind the compliment.

"Thank you," you say, watching his face carefully for any hints of what's really on his mind.

For a moment, he doesn't speak. His gaze lingers on you, and you feel the weight of it. There's something unspoken, something he's holding back. The silence stretches just long enough for you to feel the tension prickling your skin. You've worked with Hotch long enough to know that he doesn't waste time with unnecessary conversation. He's always direct. But right now, there's hesitation—like he's trying to decide whether to say what he's really thinking.

"I know you've been working long hours," he says finally, his tone softening just a fraction. "And I know the job can take its toll."

There it is. The concern, the acknowledgment that this job drains you in ways even you haven't fully admitted to yourself. You open your mouth to brush it off, to give him the same measured response you've given others a hundred times before, but something about the way he's looking at you makes you stop.

"Yeah," you say instead, your voice quieter than you intended. "It's... been a lot."

Hotch takes a small step closer, and you catch the faintest hint of something—empathy? Understanding? Whatever it is, it unnerves you. You've kept your distance from him for a reason, kept this professional line between you, because crossing it feels dangerous in ways you can't explain.

"I don't want to lose a good agent," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "If you need time, or space, you should take it."

You nod, but inside, you're reeling. He's always so composed, so unreadable, and yet right now you feel like he's seeing too much—like he's peeled back a layer you didn't want him to see.

"I appreciate that, Hotch," you manage, forcing a small smile. "But I'm fine. Really."

He studies you for another long moment before finally nodding. "Alright. Just... don't forget that."

And with that, he turns to leave. But even after the door closes behind him, you find yourself replaying the conversation in your mind. The way his eyes softened, the way his voice dipped just slightly when he talked about losing an agent. You can't shake the feeling that there was more he wanted to say, something just out of reach.

For weeks after, the encounter lingers at the back of your mind, resurfacing at odd moments. You think about the way he looked at you, the way his words seemed to carry more weight than usual. And even though you try to push it aside, try to focus on the cases piling up on your desk, you can't quite shake the feeling that something shifted between the two of you in that brief conversation.

Then, it happens. One night, you're caught alone in a warehouse, separated from your team during an intense takedown. The darkness presses in around you, thick and suffocating, as you try to stay calm. The unsub's footsteps echo in the distance, growing closer.

You're no stranger to dangerous situations, but this one feels different. The panic claws at you as you grip your gun tighter, your mind racing. They'll find me soon, you tell yourself, but it's a hollow comfort.

And in the midst of your fear, a face flashes in your mind—not Evan's. It's Hotch. His steady presence, his calm voice telling you to breathe, to focus. You can almost feel him guiding you out of the darkness, keeping you grounded.

Why is it him?

You shake the thought, but it's there—insistent. In this moment, when your life is on the line, it's not Evan you long for. It's Hotch.

The unsub's voice taunts you from the shadows, but you can't focus on his words. All you can think is Hotch. You push yourself to move, to fight through the fear. You will survive this. You have to.

And when you burst through the warehouse door, heart pounding, it's Hotch's face you see first. He's there, waiting, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappears. His eyes lock on yours, and you know—deep down, you've always known—it's not just one-sided.

"Are you okay?" he asks, gripping your shoulders with the same steady, grounding presence you've been clinging to in your mind.

You nod, barely able to speak. All you can think is, I made it. And when I thought I wouldn't, it was him I needed.

Weeks later, you find yourself sitting at home with Evan. The silence between you feels heavier than it used to, and you know why. You've been checked out of this relationship for a while now. Even though Evan is everything you could want on paper, he isn't what you need anymore. And the more you try to ignore it, the more obvious it becomes.

"I think we need to talk," you say softly, breaking the quiet.

Evan looks at you, his expression confused, then slowly understanding. It's not an easy conversation, but it's the right one. You can't keep pretending that your heart is in this relationship when your mind—and your feelings—are somewhere else.

At the office the next day, you throw yourself into work, grateful for the distraction. But you stay late, not wanting to go home to the empty apartment that once felt like a safe haven.

"Y/N, what are you still doing here? It's almost 2 AM."

You jump at Hotch's voice, surprised to find him standing beside your desk. He's usually long gone by now.

"I didn't hear you come down," you say, a soft smile tugging at your lips as your heart races.

He sits down across from you, his expression more open, more relaxed than usual. "You've been through a lot lately," he says, his voice quiet. "Do you want to talk about it?"

For a moment, you hesitate. This is your chance—your one chance to finally say what's been on your mind. To admit what you've been feeling all along.

"I ended things with Evan," you say softly, looking down at your hands.

Hotch's brow furrows in concern. "I'm sorry to hear that."

You shake your head. "Don't be. I've been checked out for a while now."

He's silent for a moment, then speaks again, his voice careful. "I never wanted to pry, but... if there's anything you need, I'm here."

His words, simple as they are, hit you harder than you expect. And before you can stop yourself, the truth spills out.

"Aaron," you whisper, your heart pounding. "There's something I need to tell you."

He looks at you, waiting.

"I've tried to push it down, but I can't anymore. It's not just about Evan. When I was in that warehouse, when I thought I might not make it... all I could think about was you. Not him. You. And that's when I knew. When it comes to how my day was, the only person i want to tell is you. When I'm scared for my life, all I can think of is you. If the world was ending, I'd want to be with you."

His expression shifts, surprise flickering across his face. He stands slowly, walking toward you.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I don't want you to regret what you're saying."

You meet his gaze, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything."

For a moment, the world around you fades, and it's just the two of you. Finally, he reaches out, his hand brushing against yours.

"I've thought about it too," he admits, his voice rough with emotion. "I never wanted to cross a line, but..."

You don't let him finish. You step forward, closing the distance between you.

"I think it's worth a try," you whisper.

And with that, everything else falls away. The unspoken tension, the years of quiet moments, the what-ifs—they all dissolve as you step into this new chapter, side by side.

[AN: not my first CM fic. if you want to join my taglist, here’s the info page!]

[luffyvace]

MORE LUFFY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Yeahhh!!! Luffy hcs we’re what my first ever hcs were about! Look how far I’ve come! I love Luffy and I’m so proud of myself! enjoy these Luffy hcs lovely readers <3

Bathing together is SUPER FUN

and messy

you have lots (too many) bubbles

and yes bath toys

even stuff that’s not supposed to be in the bath-

like sticks-

let him tell it they’re swords

he personally doesn’t bathe bc he doesn’t care

even if its mandatory seeing as though no one wants to smell all that funk 😀

so he canonly bathes once a week right??

with you !! He can bathe at any time!

why? Cuz it’s funn 😆😆

you turn it into a game! an adventure!

so now he looks forward to bath time ;3

luffy splashes water everywhere

I wouldn’t be surprised if the ceiling is drenched with that dude’s strength 😂🤦‍♀️

it takes you FOREVER to clean up

but you know what takes even longer?? GETTING HIM OUT THE BATH

”AWWW but we were having sooo much FUUUUN (NAAAAAME)”

actually it did take a long time til you found a cheat code 😋

tell him sanji’s making food!!

ez way to get him out 😎

The final boss tho??

is getting him to help out with cleaning the mess up

especially after you told him there’s food around🧍‍♀️

Now bro’s DEFINITELY not listening 🙉

unless you use another cheat code (saying you’ll tell sanji not to give him any meat til he helps clean up)

your not getting any help buddy..

he’s already gone by the time you get him out the bath 🤷‍♀️

but again! If you use cheat code no.2 you can get him to help :)

which leads me to…!

Cleaning together !!

which turns into a game too :P

well, more like a competition-

Because that’s the only way you’ll keep him from getting bored and complaining instead of actually cleaning

even with meat on the line 🤭

‘it’s just so boriiiiiiiing ☹️‘

- according to luffy

so yes! You propose a competition!

and whoever cleans the fastest wins the prize of…….you guessed it! MEAT!

now he’s up like a whirlwind, swiping up all the soap with a towel and water with tissue 😏

you probably don’t even have to do anything anymore 😜

he may have won the battle but you won the war

eating together can also sometimes be a competition

now you can win by playing it smart like Uta

or just agree so he can leave you to eat, without actually trying

but if it’s not a competition…it’s certainly a war..

and I mean the dangerous one every straw hat goes through each time sanji calls in for food..

Luffy stealing your food!!!

😦😦

no but seriously, not even you, Luffy’s s/o gets the benefit of the doubt⁉️

it’s every man for himself in the dining room 😂😂

if your intelligent, depending on if your more like Robin or Nami you’ll either be unbothered about his antics or super annoyed

with being unbothered you’ll have a lot more peace of mind

and luffy will probably get away with more of his tomfoolery because you put up with him 😆👍

however with a s/o more like nami who gets annoyed easily, yeah he’s not getting away with any of that

thankfully for her, nami has less to stress over now (you take 50% it’s a requirement)

If your more carefree like luffy

i can guarantee you’ve got on like every straw hats nerves at least once

oddly enough I have a feeling you haven’t been able to bother brook just yet

dude’s 90 he got bigger problems..

but yes you terrorize everyone (even outside the straw hats) whether it’s intentional or not

if your strong it’s a relief for luffy not to have to worry about you and he’ll send you to defeat some guys, protect the ship or protect one of your weaker Nakama

he highly believes in you and your capabilities likes he believes in Zoro 👍

he also doesn’t have to worry about strong attacks hurting you as badly or if you go off on your own/get lost or separated or smth

especially as his s/o

if your weak he probably worries about you a little bit more but all the straw hats can handle themselves to some sort of extent

and he knows for sure you won’t go down without a fight!

and that you can at least hold over until he gets there

then he’ll beat the crap outta those guys!

he always tells someone strong to go with you to fights or what might be dangerous

if he doesn’t have to be somewhere for some reason, he’ll go himself!

he just wants to know your safe :)

Luffy loves you because your you! and he really just appreciates that fact in itself.

he looks past physical appearances completely and goes straight for personality

and even then he doesn’t judge that!

point is, no matter what type of anything you are, Luffy loves you because he just does.

he gets a funny feeling in his stomach and he gets extra excited!

Luffy loves you.

He simply does.

and there’s no explaining why.

These were short but sweet<3

to which i hope you enjoyed them💗

[chaotic-iguana]

Hello, I would like to request a story about Joel (no apocalypse) who picking up reader from their workplace. However, as the reader is walking towards the car, she experience a hit-and-run accident or another type of accident (you can choose freely).

Joel, who witnesses the accident becomes extremely panicked and protective during and after reader out the hospital. Joel is deeply traumatized and afraid that something bad might happen to the reader. I need fluff and angst Joel and you are excellent at creating it 🥺💖

thank you anon! you’re so sweet, i really appreciate you and the prompt! im going to make this an installment of the husband! joel verse (introduced in tease)

Borrowed time

Summary: Reader gets hurt, and Joel doesn’t know how to deal with it. (no-outbreak! au)

Wordcount: 1.7K

Pairing: husband joel x f! reader (no use of y/n)

Warning: angst, hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, blood, a little gore, allusions to sex 

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Your car had broken down last week, so Joel had been dropping you off and picking you up from work. You’d resisted at first, suggested walking or cycling or even the bus - all of which had been met with the same incredulous expression etched onto your husband’s face, an eyebrow raised at you in amusement. ‘As if, honey’ was all he’d snark at you before shushing you when you tried to argue about the fact that this would add an hour and a half to his route after dropping Sarah off in the mornings and  two hours in the evenings, which felt unsustainable for you since your car was at the mechanic’s garage for the foreseeable future. At that, he’d just huff and mumble something about not minding the extra time with you that much, and your heart would just melt again. 

The two of you settled into the new routine fairly quickly; Joel chuckling at your sleepy grumbling in the mornings and getting teased by you when he was grumpier and complaining about his aching back in the evenings. “Too far past your bedtime, old man?”, paired with a shit-eating grin as you watched him scowl and shake his head at you, turning back to the road as his lips twitched ever-so-slightly upwards. Enough for you to make iterations of the same joke every evening, just to watch him fight his smile. 

On a seemingly normal thursday morning, you’d been slightly distracted by a meeting you had with your bosses. The board of directors, actually, and the anxiety was practically crippling you by the time Joel was ushering you and Sarah into his truck. There was just so much that could go wrong, but if it went right, it would result in a massive promotion with a pretty nifty raise and four-day work weeks. Which sounds amazing, but you were sure it would feel even better. A whole extra day? 

Joel rested a hand on your knee to stop its bouncing, the warmth of his palm seeping through your jeans and immediately crushing the wave of nervousness that had been rising in you. “Look at me, sweetheart. You’re gonna crush it. And ‘f for whatever reason you don’t, we’ll go out an’ watch that movie you’d been wantin’ to, even pig out on icecream after. Whaddya call it? Self-care.” His words made you burst out laughing and lean over to kiss his cheek. 

“That actually sounds good. And for the record, I call taking a bubble bath self care, not swallowing five pints of icecream at three am. Like you apparently have the ability to.” He mock-frowned while beaming in the rear-view mirror. 

“Technically honeymoons are to learn new things about each other. Plus, we’d been fuckin’ an’ passin’ out with damn near no breaks f’thirty six hours at that point. A man’s gotta have some fuel to keep up with that kinda pace, no?” He snickered as he glanced at you with a pointed look. To be fair, you had, in fact been fucking till you passed out for the first three days of your trip to Italy, and you’d both only realised how hungry you were when neither of you had the energy to leave the bed. It was three am, and for some inconceivable reason, most restaurants had closed. So Joel had walked into the nearest grocery and just gotten 5 huge tubs of icecream and some waterbottles. While it worked great as fuel, you and Joel had been forced to spend two consecutive days holding each others’ hair back and eating proper meals, because as it turns out, eating four meals’ worth of icecream on empty stomachs does not sit well. 

“Seemed pretty good at keeping up when you fingered me in a full restaurant just because the waiter asked to get some wine for your missus.” You retorted back, shaking your head at how insatiable he’d been, too. It had taken a whole week for the nearl-feral glint in his eyes while referring to you his wife to fade - even then, not completely. 

“Never gonna tire of hearin’ that, you know.” Turning the corner to pull up to your stop, he leaned down for a sweet, slow kiss before leaning back to whisper softly. “You’re gonna do well, baby. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever seen, alright? Don’t you worry about a damn thing.” At your wordless nod, he kissed your forehead. “Go get ‘em, honey.” With nod and a parting greeting, you turn and walked into the building. 

After a long but extremely successful day, you rushed out of work the second your phone buzzed with Joel’s message, practically vibrating with the need to give him the good news. Brows furrowing, you scanned your surroundings looking for his truck. You caught his wave out of the corner of your eye and  returned it with a breathless laugh, striding in his direction and failing to notice the smudge of black approaching your side rapidly. The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Joel’s wide, panicked eyes and the urgency with which he pushed his door and stumbled out. For a second, it felt like you were in the air, limbs flailing. A second of impact; a sharp pain settling in your right leg, before you were out. 

Your eyes heaved open, blurry, and you heaved your head to the side to see Joel holding your hand and stroking your head, tears running down his face. You were lying in the middle of the road, surrounded by a crowd of concerned passengers. Joel’s mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear him- in fact, you couldn’t hear anything except for a high-pitched tone buzzing in your ear. There was blood on his shirt, and before you could ask whose it was, you noticed it coated your hands, too. Looking down, you caught a glimpse of your thigh, flesh ripped open as bone jut out from its side, just before your eyes rolled back and consciousness slipped from your grasp once again. 

When you woke, it took you far too much effort to wrench your eyes open. Blinking against the painfully blinding lights overhead, you opened your mouth to call someone, anyone, to explain where the hell you were and why the beeping coming from next to you was so damn loud. Even your thoughts were lagging, unable to piece together why you were in this room that definitely wasn’t your own. Images of your previous waking moments flashing in your mind, you felt alarm building in your chest as your breath began coming in short gasps. Suddenly, something in your peripheral vision moved and suddenly Joel was here, his large hand cupping your face as he urged you to breathe. It took a minute - maybe even more- for lucidity to return to your rapidly-spiraling mind, but he stayed unwaveringly calm as he held you patiently and waited for you to come back. 

“W-“ you wince at the dryness of your throat, at how hoarse your voice sounds from lack of use. “What happened?” You tried again, clearing your throat this time. Joel’s soft eyes met yours, lips turned downwards in a frown. 

“Fuckin’ idiot drivin’ a car was on his phone, texting when you started crossin’ the road. Bastard didn’t see ya, and one second you were smilin’ so sweet at me, an’ by the next you were on the floor, bone stickin’ outta your thigh. Closest I’ve ever been to a heart attack.” You could fear fraying at the edges of his voice as you moved your hand up to hold his, cradling it to your cheek. “Asshole drove away, too. Didn’t even get his number plate ‘cause I was so fuckin’ scared for you.” He looked away, tears filling his eyes. 

Reaching out to stroke his jaw, you nudged him to look at you again. “‘M sorry, honey. Should have been more careful. Think I would have gone crazy if I ever had to see you like that.” You murmured, feeling your heart break at seeing Joel this scared, this frantic. He shook his head. 

“Not your fault, baby. None ‘f it, ya hear me? ‘M just so glad you’re okay. Rest up, sweetheart, you need it right now.” You nod, kissing the back of his hand as you lean back in your bed.

The next few days in the hospital go by in a blur, Joel refusing to leave your side for a single minute. His hand is always somewhere on you: holding yours, stroking your face, your hair. Sarah hadn’t come in at your request; you hadn’t wanted her to see you in a hospital bed, unable to move much. When the time to get discharged rolled around, Joel seemed even tenser, his grip on you tighter. It took some time for you to get the cast taken off, which on one hand was an extreme relief, it also meant that you now had to attend regular physiotherapy sessions to regain full mobility. 

The real adjustment, however, was the way Joel would straighten and tense up any time you left home after that. The way he grabbed your hand when you crossed streets; accompanying you even to the pharmacy down the block. At first, it irked you. Then, you realised what he had been through. If the roles had been reversed, you’d want to accompany him everywhere too. His fear was very real and very valid - one of his worst nightmares had just taken place in front of him, afterall, and if all he needed to feel a bit better was to walk you to places you needed to go, then you’d indulge him for as long as it took for him to realise that you were safe. 

It lasted a few months, but as you returned to normal, so did he. Your car came back from the garage, but Joel still drove you. Not because of his fear, or because he had to, but just to revel in that extra hour he got out of it. He’d learned that time was precious, and he wanted to spend every conceivable second of his with you and Sarah. 

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[katsukikitten]

A bath with your stoic boss, Zodyl Typhon

Steam rises higher in the small space, fogging the window as it lingers just overhead. Like a cloud too lazy to ascend further, threatening to blanket the two bodies in the room in an extra layer of extended warmth.

Soft splashing sounds, echo around the cracked titled room, met with a deep sigh as you sink further into the murky hot water. Billions and trillions of bubbles float on the surface in clusters forming their own constellations and dense galaxies like the dark sky overhead. Fading just as quickly as their counterparts.

Eyes slipping closed, water more noisy now as you dip your shoulders under the near boiling water, bare feet planted on the cool tile for relief. You nearly miss his foot falls from all the sloshing, nearly miss the soft click of the door shutting once more but you don't need to open your eyes to know who looms over you.

Still you let him have his moment of observation, keeping your eyes shut as your body is hidden by the water and soap.

“Care to join me Zody?” A purr of a question, his dark gaze flickering to your face to see it unchanged, unbothered. Lashes still kissing pretty cheeks that he knows will be warm to the touch if he lets his cold knuckles pass over them.

Another long moment, your heartbeats dancing around the other in a slow manner. Eyes lazily fluttering open to see him still dressed.

“Aw come on we came all this way.” Water splashes over the old edge as you move roughly, a waterfall of sound as droplets desperately fall back to the group.

The bubbling constellations change further from your turbulence.

“I'm fine.” Bored, heavy gaze holding your mischievous eyes he's come to like. How they twinkle now, even in the low light, watching your pupils dilate as if you're catching prey.

He fights a smile on his lips. Stands tall and still as your damp hands with sharp claws dance over his clothed body. How you make a joke out of his belt, undoing it with fluid motions of one hand while the other taps at his shoes in a demanding bid that he rid himself of them.

He obeys, only behind closed doors, when the moon hangs high and the world lies low.

Only you.

Although he cannot allow you to know that, smokey gem eyes fixated on you as you undo the buttons of his shirt. Your hands smoothing back up the bare skin of his chest before they stop just at the apex of his shoulders.

His hand cups the curve of your skull, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before you ease the jacket off of his shoulders.

Because it always came off last.

You know this, know his routine and how he works.

How he showers quickly, never apart from the well worn jacket for more than a few moments although you can understand why. You had heard the rumors, that a jinki of this caliber was taxing, that if it was removed for long it was debilitating. Pain that would shoot and radiate into every fiber and cell of his being as if the treasure was begging to be put back on.

Whispered it.

Demanded it.

But you'd never know. He keeps you away from it. Not from paranoia, you're the closest to Zodyl than the rest of the raiders, you know this even if he doesn't say.

Although it can be obvious to the those around you. He lets you get away with murder.

Let's you come and go as you please, allows you to be your own moving piece if you so choose to be a component on his board. Let's bring him jinki the same way a stray cat drops kills into their owners lap. Let's you whine, brat, and berate the raiders when they fail. Scolding him for not using you for a task, unable to help his smile as he keeps the secret that success wasn't what he was aiming for. Always tutting a low, deep and even sound.

“Every piece has its purpose.”

Allows your arms to slip under his own, to press your cheek to his chest as he placates you. Strong arms wrapping around your sturdy frame but never allowing the jacket to touch you for long. Never allowing it to hum its sweet nothings into your ear, never allow it to slide up your very capable arms and wreck the chaos it so desires.

But most importantly he allows this.

Touch, closeness.

For your steady hands to push the powerful, ancient fabric down toned muscle, to lay it across the sink gently. Giving it a gentle pet, cooing down at the jacket as you promise the two won't be parted long.

Smiling at Zodyl, motioning with your fingers to follow as you walk backwards, careful to watch his features as you beckon him.

No sign of pain, no twitch of his lips, or lids. No tremors like that of a withdrawal, nothing but his usual stoic cadence as steps closer.

Guiding him into the tub, pulling him down until his back is pressed against your chest as he hisses from the heat of the water.

His hair is still wet from his own shower, icy as it drops on to your heated skin. Nails quick to take over his scalp as he settles into your hold.

“It's scalding.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum back with delight, moving your hands to his shoulders to press him tighter against you. He sighs deeply, barely registers the pain that engulfs him, the buzzing that dulls in his bones and falls to a deaf mind.

Washed over by the burning water, more so by your soft skin. Tender breasts against his toned back, small hands gently pressed to his sternum as thick thighs lock around his waist.

After a few moments of your fingers circling his skin, his eyes slip shut.

“See, a hot bath does you good.” Pressing your lips to his throat before you hook your chin over his shoulder, “Like medicine for the heart and soul.”

Glancing out of the corner of his eye to see your deadly cat smile making him chuckle softly. Watching you sideways for a long moment before he presses his lip to your temple.

“I think it's more than the water.”

[manicplank]

Hygiene Headcanons

Peppino: Probably not the cleanest guy. Goes like 3 days without a shower usually. When he's depressed, it's understandably longer. Greasy, kind of a gross guy. Usually smells like pizza. Might smell lightly of a cologne since he typically wears deodorant.

Gustavo: Showers daily or every other day. He's the type of guy to wash behind his ears. Simple guy. Clean guy. Good guy.

BONUS Brick: Does not like the bath. Gustavo has to wrestle him to get him in the tub. Once he's in the tub, though, he loves playing in the water.

Mr. Stick: Showers every other day unless he's been sweaty (which isn't often bc he doesn't necessarily exercise). Puts a dab of cologne on his neck every morning.

Pepperman: Usually showers daily since he's covered in paint by the end. Doesn't technically have to use soap but probably uses a 3-in-1 shampoo-conditioner-body wash-motor oil-antifreeze. Wants to smell like AXE but ends up still smelling like a pepper (duh).

The Vigilante: Okok hear me out on this one. Based on his boss portrait, since he's covered in stickers or paper or debris or whatever tf it is, I feel like he maaaybe isn't the cleanest guy. Cowboys aren't the cleanest. As a horse girl, I can confirm, they're kinda dirty. He figures he's gonna get dirty on the farm, anyways. So he probably showers like every 3 or 4 days. Sorry, Vigi stans. Farm boys are a little gross.

The Noise: Usually every other day but it varies. If he's extra sweaty from being a goofball in a costume, he'll shower daily. If he doesn't shower, he at least washes his face. "Gotta keep that face clean for T.V.!" Might go a few days without showering if he's depressed. Hates getting in and out of the shower, but once he's in, he showers until the hot water runs out. No longer allowed to take bubble baths after he filled the entire bathroom with bubbles. (However, he wasn't this cleanly before he met Noisette. He cleaned up better when they started dating as to not scare her away, but beforehand, he was uh... not the cleanest.)

Noisette: CLEANEST PERSON IN THE TOWER. Showers daily. Shampoo, conditioner, nice scented body wash. Lotions her entire self once she's out. She washes everything from behind her ears to between her toes. Probably gets manicures and pedicures. Does Noise's nails, too. Wears a light amount of perfume. Moisturizes her face. Just a clean little lady. Smells like flowers or coffee depending on whether or not she worked in the cafe that day. Much like Noise, she also showers until the hot water runs out. Their water bill is off the charts, but he pays the bills sooo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fake Peppino: A lot like Brick, it's a battle to get him in the bath or shower. He used to be easier, but he once pulled the drain plug while in the bath and got sucked down. Poor baby was terrified. Pizzahead had to dig him out of the pipes. He now has to be supervised when in the bath, which is fine since his clothes are technically part of his body. Washing him usually makes him a little less goopy and gets rid of all the dirt that sticks to him. Prefers baths. Will stay in there until he melts. (See; frog) Then it's a battle to get him out.

Pizzaface: Despite being a machine, he's waterproofed. Relatively clean considering he was so RUDELY walked in on by Peppino before the boss fight.

Pizzahead: Second cleanest person in the tower! Showers daily but uses unscented soap. Weird that a pizza can shower, but if he gets too greasy, he gets slippery and gross. Once he's clean, he slathers himself in preservatives to stay looking young and pristine.

Pillar John: Cleans up every now and again to get the dust and dirt off. Doesn't take long. I mean, he's made of rock. Rocks don't really shower.

Gerome: LOVES long hot baths. Might even take a bubble bath. Will stay in there for hours. He even fell asleep in there once. Almost drowned. Doesn't really smell like anything since he is also made of rock.

[writingpiecesak]

Imagine arguing with 💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Nothing has been going well lately for you. Missing essay assignments for your sociology class, late night shifts causing you to miss dinner time, said late night shifts from your shitty boss who doesn’t understand the idea of a breath mint. Getting a speeding ticket because you were late for school. You’re favorite sushi place closed down and your hair is frizzing up because of damn weather conditions. 

All you wanted right now was a warm bubble bath with candles and soothing music playing in the background while you sip a glass of white wine. To fall into a trace of relaxation, keeping away from the real worlds problems. To just have a moment to yourself. A simple moment. Is that too much to ask?

“Killed your ass! Hop off the game already you’re so bad!”

Ah, the wonderful yelling of gaming frustration coming from the living room. Your eyes weren’t surprised by your boyfriend, Katsuki gaming in front of the television with his headset and mic settled perfectly in between his ears. Otherwise, he would’ve heard you come in.

After standing there for about five minutes he finally noticed you. “Oh welcome home babe. Dinner’s in the oven.”

Well at least he cooked dinner. You walked into the kitchen setting down your car keys and handbag. Grabbing a plate a fork from the cabinets you pull out what was left in the oven for you. To your dislike though, it was spicy meatloaf with curry rice.

You understand your boyfriend loves spicy food, but doesn’t it have to be all the time? Why couldn’t he ask you what would you like for dinner? Is it that hard to send a text or to try calling?

With a heavy sign you put back the utensil and plate, looking around the pantry for anything else to substitute the growing hunger laying in your stomach.

No one thought to buy groceries either…. Why was everything left to you? Buying groceries, making dinner satisfying both parties, cleaning the damn dishes he used.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your favorite box of cereal, fruity pebbles always makes things better even if it’s for a short moment before they get soggy. You lifted the box from its spot only to have it feel light as a feather. You shook the box around trying to feel out how much would be left until you hear Katsuki call out from the living room.

“Oh I forgot to tell you. I had the last bowl of that fruit cereal this morning! Sorry hun I was hun–behind you! No behind you Kiri! Damn it Ashido you’re supposed to cover his ass.”

You got to be freaking kidding me… Your grip tighten around the box and finally frustration snapped. You flung the empty box straight to his head, so hard it knocked his headset off in fact. Immediately Katsuki pulled a face and got up from his seat.

“Seriously? You’re mad over damn cereal!”

“No I’m mad at you!”

“For what? I made you dinner!”

“No, you made yourself dinner. You know I can’t handle spicy food.” You shouted.

A small moment of realization hit him but he wasn’t going to admit his wrongs. “Then eat shit then! At least I cooked something meanwhile all you eat is takeout.”

The distance of talking started getting closer together with every notch being brought higher. “Because I work late! Ever thought to ask me what I would want for dinner? What I would like to come home to?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, I patrol my ass in serious dangerous areas. And when needed I go out and fight! That’s my job! All you do is organize paperwork for a boss that’s a mere extra.”

“Oh so now you’re going to blame me for not having a quirk and saving people? Some people are normal! Regular! Having to work shitty jobs to make a living Katsuki!”

“I’m not listening to this pity party. Quirk or no quirk, you can always find a better job.” You see him beginning to sit back down and grabbing his headset from off the floor. But you weren’t done speaking. You marched right to his console and immediately pulled all cords not caring which was for what. The tv screen had went black, you threw the cords at his feet with a winning smirk.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” As his anger rises you could see his hands starting to give off sparks.

“You’re my problem Kats! This apartment is my problem! My job is my problem! My hair is my problem! Everything is a fucking problem with me!”

Breathing heavily your eyes start to water but you didn’t want to cry not now especially. You pushed passed Katsuki and headed straight for the bedroom instantly locking it. You grabbed the hem of the fluffy blanket and threw it around. Throwing around the pillows and just trying to take out your frustration on something other than your boyfriend right now.

Wanting more destruction to voice out your anger, you grabbed your night table lamp and threw it at the bedroom door with a final scream. Now only sadness floods through you as realizing you’d would have to clean everything up. Before you’re able to take a step towards the door, Katsuki burst through with concern worries look. Unfortunately he stepped on the pieces of sharp colorful glass which the lamp was made of. But the pain in his feet couldn’t compare to the pain he felt in his heart seeing you cry.

“I’m sorry. Everything is just…a problem.” You lowered your head wanting to mask the tears as you thought for a sign of weakness. Katsuki carefully walked around the mess and grabbed you hand, pulling you into his chest as you cried letting out the anger in a different way that didn’t cause destruction.

“It’s okay. Let it out, I’m here. You’re okay. I’m sorry too. I’ll buy you five hundred fruity pebble boxes. Just please….take the glass out my foot.”

A small giggle escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms around your lover and snuggled closer, deeper into his scent.

“My feet are bleeding dumbass. But…let’s stay like this a little longer.”

[tomato-turn]

hiii im very interested in hearing your bsd hcs...

@someonebeatmetotheseusernames thank you for the motivation that I lacked 2 months. Here's part 3...!

Bsd Headcanons Pt.3!

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1. Dazai, ironically, is a very good cook. You'd doubt it, though. He'd mix 2 complementary flavours and yet it'd be great! (Kunikida approved!)

2. Dazai had braided Chuuya's hair when he was asleep.

3. Atsushi loves hot baths. Since he had only gotten cold icy water from the orphanage, he cherishes it. He stayed there for so long that Kyoka had to call out to Atsushi to check if he was alive. (Tiger coded fr)

4. Dumb, newly found, fresh out of lab, young Verlaine. And his caring boyfriend, Arthur Rimbaud.

5. Chuuya really hated Dazai back in 16. He hates the facts that he and Dazai are really alike (canon), and after the whole sb, he avoided Dazai other than talking to him about work. And of course Dazai was really confused. Although after some months he came into the old speaking terms with him. He just needed some time for himself.

6. Skk must've had some embarrassing moments together that they completely avoid talking to each other.

7. Chuuya's really unpredictable, according to Dazai. Not his reactions but his movements. For Chuuya, he never gets why people say, "Dazai is cold and unpredictable." Sure he's cold and a bitch but not unpredictable at all the times. He even acts like a kid and can be bubbly at times.

8. Dazai has a void feeling near his heart. He hates it. Joining PM only worsened it. But at ADA, it has been far better, although the feeling is still there. gnawing and very close to his heart, he fear that it may eat it. He feels nothing and everything at the same time. He hated feeling nothing, and yet he hated feeling everything. It is a disgusting feeling and really nauseating.

9. Since Oda drew for the kids, he drew a lot for Dazai, too. And dngo is no exception.

10. (Fem Skk!) either Chuuya or Dazai loved pastels. It can go both ways.

11. Kaiji and Nikolai gets along really well. (Better not to ask questions.)

12. Dazai relates to 'my ordinary life' a little bit too much.

13. The flags will and will not say, " Chuuya should be the next boss, not that idiot Dazai!"

14. Chuuya hates staring competition with Dazai. Not only would he lose, but also the more he stares into Dazai's eyes, the more he feels weird and sad. This applies to Oda as well but he usually wins.

15. Glasses!Chuuya because he'd look amazing!

16. Dazai limps a lot, but over time, it got better. He still does, but it's rare. Usually, it's Kunikida or Chuuya to notice first.

17. Akutagawa had broken into Atsushi's and Kyoka's apartment ,saying that he had a nightmare about Atsushi and to fight him. This scared the living daylights of Atsushi and Kyoka. Until Atsushi persuades him to talk about his nightmare. (which he does reluctantly) and they all sleep together comforting Akutagawa (which he never asked but doesn't dislike it either)

18. Higuchi's new policy, " No Akutagawa? Then his sister is an Akutagawa, too!"

19. Nikolai bites people. For the fun of it. You can see the bite mark on Fyodor's arm. And Sigma's too.

20. Nikolai, Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, Tachihara, and Tecchou are some people who act according to their impulsive thoughts.

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Thank you! And happy read!

[captastra]

+ Poll Results!

Thanks for the tag @poetikat @kyber-infinitygems and @darkfire1177 <3! Figured I'd combine the results of the wip tag game to wip wednesday!! Thank you so much to everyone who voted, I couldn't believe the results :D Decided I would post for the winner and runner up sentences: Kingsman AU and BG3 Canon One shots! Both under the cut since they are a bit long.

Kingsman AU:

The smell of coffee and bacon woke Rhea up from a restless slumber. She turned over in the bed and pulled the comforter up to her chin, trying to fall back asleep. Nightmares had disrupted her sleep and waking up only meant feeling the exhaustion still etched in her bones from the previous day. How had her life come to this, Rhea wondered as she buried her face in her pillow. All she had done was work on a project that was meant to help people. That’s it! Tears started to burn in her eyes, the frustration that she hadn’t felt in the past 24 hours finally bubbling to the surface. It was all too much and yet she knew she would have to keep moving forward. As she had always done since she was a little girl. And the last thing she needed was for some fancy agent to see her crying. Rhea took a deep breath and tossed the covers off her. A chill quickly settled on her, making her shiver. But with the chill again came the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs. The thought of breakfast spurred her on, out of bed and into the bathroom to wash off her face. One look in the mirror though had Rhea jumping back. She had forgotten the cut she had gotten, too busy trying to process everything and wished she could have forgotten it. The wound was red, but not as inflamed as she thought it would be. The black eye was going to get some getting used to though.

BG3 One Shot:

The only thing that propelled all of them forward was the promise of a bath, good food if Gale was up for it, and plenty of rest in their tents. Their arrival at camp was a weary but welcome one, the others happy to see their companions back but steering clear due to the nature of their arrival. To be fair, none of them wanted to deal with small talk or discuss how the fight went. Showing up meant they’d survive, and no one was demanding healing, so they were fine. Everlith stayed behind long enough to greet her friends while the others moved to the lake to wash up. “Hey there soldier, have a good fight without me,” Karlach called out as Everlith passed by. “You could say that,” Everlith smiled up at the tiefling. “Fuck yeah, you gotta tell me what happened! Did you fight goblins? Abolutests?” Karlach stepped up very close to her, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feets as she spoke. She went flat on her feet after a moment. “No wait, not with all that all over your body. Right, boss. You, uh, you might want to wash all that off.” Everlith laughed as Karlach motioned at all the blood and various gore on her body. “That was the plan.” “Don’t let me stop you, but I better hear about what happened later. Ya promise?” Karlach stepped back, but continued to look expectantly at Everlith. “When have I ever not told you,” Everlith teased, slowly walking backwards towards the water. “But over dinner, ok.” Karlach smiled and nodded before turning back towards her tent, doing a little jig with each step.

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[doodle-pops]

Self-Care Day With Glorfindel

𑁍 Personally, he’s one of the best people to assist with a self-care day. He’s the type to engage in all the activities that you wish to partake in because he understands what it means to be empathic.

𑁍 Glorfindel would stumble upon your tired, stressed-out figure, mopping about on the bed and buried under the sheets. When he approaches your form and pulls the sheets back, he’s met with a detached expression, but underneath, he could see the tension and frustration welling up.

𑁍 Being the cheerful person that he is, Glorfindel wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself on you to deliver so cuddles while questioning you on what���s the matter. It’s then when the words slipped past his lips, you’d break down and drop the façade to cry in his arms.

𑁍 When you explain to him that you’re just overwhelmed by a bunch of events over the recent days and you were feeling hypersensitive, he’ll cast you an apologetic look before springing from the bed and marching over to the wardrobe.

𑁍 When he returns after leaving you confused, he’s back dressed in simple attire and ready to have some fun and soft moments to assist with the stress.

𑁍 He will keep you indoors and have most workers move to the other wing to reduce noise, saving only a few for emergencies like ordering food for you both.

𑁍 This is a day where he’s going to let anything you request, slide because he knows it’s for you to ease the pain.

𑁍 If you want to have a bubble bath and spend hours soaking in the tub, he’s massaging you, if you want to build a sheet and pillow fort—you can bet he’s down for that. He is down for all if you want him to read to you, cuddle and take a long nap, or go for a walk.

𑁍 Glorfindel will spend hours away from his work and refuse to leave you to attend any meeting. Even if the King or Lord Elrond required his presence, he’s telling them no, it’s not as important as my beloved.

𑁍 When it comes to the food you choose to eat, he’ll ease up on stealing your treats because he questions your choices mentally and verbally, especially if you have a sweet tooth.

𑁍 During that time, he will ask you how you feel and gauge if you’re still hypersensitive. He’s heeding all your complaints to know whether or not he has to pay your bosses a visit to ease you up or someone else. Depending on your crisis, he’ll either give advice or remain silent and be an ear for you.

𑁍 The best thing he would suggest to you would be to go for a ride throw the forest on Asfaloth. He’ll entertain a picnic with you, feasting on organic meals that are better than some of your food choices.

𑁍 If a river is nearby, then perfect, he’ll suggest you two go for a swim. The both of you will be floating around like otters do when napping. If you are in the mood, a mini water fight to lift your spirits will occur.

𑁍 If one day isn’t enough, he’ll throw in a couple extra days and inform your boss that you are unwell. He’ll allow you to sleep in late to regain your energy and even spend a lazy day in bed.

𑁍 You wouldn’t have to worry about him making you uncomfortable with the loads of questions because as a Lord, he’s dealt with these situations among his soldiers, and has the expert abilities to navigate you.

Masterlist

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[oran-berry-sky]

( @askpokecallcenter ) Choro @ Chansey: "For a Chansey ya look quite tough for bossing others 'round, hun. How is your relationship with ya Trainers other 'Mons? Bet there are some idiots among them, mehehehe" Choro remembers Chanseys call about a Zeraroa eating too much.

The Chansey greeted Choro. Glad the pokemon remembers her from the call awhile back. "Hi, Choro. How have you been?" The pokemon's description of Chansey was accurate. Chansey put a hand to her cheek in thought at the question. "Hmm. The biggest idiot is our stray Thundercat, Zeraora. Sarah fed him a tuna sandwich after tending a wound, and he's stuck around ever since." Zeraora: "She likes to tease me." Chansey waved her hand to her trainer, Sarah who's sitting at the kitchen table. Sarah accidently grabbed a box of pokechow instead of cereal and was pouring it into a bowl and adding milk to it. "..." yeah, she's not going to comment on it, "This is Sarah. I guess you can call her my trainer, I do battle for her sometimes. I am her (self-appointed) service and caregiver pokemon. She's missing a leg and covered in burn scars. I take care of her and I also act as her assistant pokemon. She's a freelance pokemon medic. Our relationship is good. She learned to rely on me and that makes me happy." Sarah: ¬_¬ "Chansey is bossy, but she makes sure everyone helps with their share of chores. Chansey helps a lot with the cleaning and likes cooking with me in the kitchen." she looks down at the pokechow in her bowl, "This is too dry. Remind me to buy a fresher box." Chansey again ignoring the pokechow eating of her human, goes on to introduce everyone else. "The ivysaur next to her is Bubbles. He's cool. As Sarah's first pokemon, he's little older and wiser knowing Sarah the longest and teamwork. We are good friend." Bubbles: "Nice to meet you, Bud." Chansey continued, "Then we have little Machop. He's tiny for his size, timid, Sarah rescued him as a hatchling from a bad trainer. Machop is still too scared to fight after what he's been through. He became Sarah's service pokemon and helps carry things. He's more of the team's little sibling." Machop: "..." He just wants to eat his breakfast. Feeling the introductions are getting to long, she sped things up for the others. "This is Absol. Another stray that Sarah adopted after treating an injury. He's a bit vain when it comes to is fur now that he knows what shampoo does. Likes baths and brushing." Absol: "HEY! Why do they get a big introduction and I get THAT? Also.. I like baths with shampoo. It makes my fur soft and FLUFFY." Chansey ¬_¬ "He's very vain, gruff, a messy eater, wears more food than he eats, afraid of spicy tacos." Absol: "You put a tomoto berry in my taco! It was too spicy! I got-" Chansey interrupts before he could finish that statement, "He is basically a pet dog. They are outside right now, but the other members of our team is an Alpha sized Charizard Sarah calls Chari. His wise, cool, dependable, and our neighbor when we moved in above the ranger station of the pokemon Sanctuary we now call home. Charizard always seems to know what to do in a situation, but rarely talks." Chansey respects Charizard. "We also have a cloyster now for some reason. He just showed up, dumped here by some pokemon breeders, and Sarah took him in as part of her team." Sarah: "Choro, is your name? Nice to meet you. Chansey's already introduced the team, so I don't need too. Feel free to join us for breakfast. Fresh coffee is in the pot, there is more Moomoo milk in the fridge, pancakes on the counter, cereal and pokechow on the table. Help yourself."

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

PSN-RoR: Truth hidden behind lies

Warning: Abusive parents, medical abuse and (unintended)ableism are present in this.

There is one detail in Loboto's memory vault that is not often mentioned and its narrative purpose is lost due to its nature as a fake-out.

We are told a lie first through the events being backwards.

When we first enter the memory vault, we see Loboto's parents waving goodbye to him as he is leaving for a hospital visit. When Loboto doesn't leave immediately, they start whispering to each other about it and how he is a 'little monster' and a 'devil child.'

Though we are given some idea all is not what it seems as First Mate Loboto uses Time Bubble during the Monstrobo boss fight, we are still only given the context that Loboto is a bad person and this scene with his parents (seems to) hint that he was always so.

The second scene in the memory vault follows the same false narrative, with Momboto calling Loboto 'not natural' and a 'monster.' Even as they speak of him getting a lobotomy, the context we have is still that Loboto was just a 'bad seed' and drove his parents to lobotomize him out of desperation.

The way the story is told also creates this sense of untruth. The whole thing is voiced by Loboto himself making voices and remotely controlling dolls of his parents and himself. Like he was putting on a mocking show for Raz.

It is only in the third scene that we finally get the needed context. We are told outright that Loboto bent every spoon in the cupboard through telekinesis and his parents want to take him to a doctor to be examined. This completely flips the narrative we assumed was going on.

The entry to the last scene deserves a special mention, as it is behind a bricked-up window. It is something hidden away deep in his mind.

The reason why becomes clear as we see Loboto's parents speak to him kindly and expect great things from him. But that is not the only reason this memory is hidden, as we see baby Loboto bring his stuffed bear back to his crib with telekinesis. It is then Raz helpfully puts the pieces together for those that missed the hints; Loboto was never a devil child, he was just a psychic kid and his parents hated the thought of one enough to lobotomize him.

This is simply my own theory, but I think the way we are told the story is due to Loboto himself having a hard time recalling what actually happened. The dollhouse represents not only Loboto's bad memory but also how hard it is for him to recall the events emotionally. In addition, traumatized children often mirror their trauma through play and given the memory vault in Psychonauts 2, Loboto clearly felt like he was playing with dolls. Everything felt unreal for him, in essence.

The reason we are told the story in reverse is because Loboto himself believed the lie. He was a devil child and a little monster that his parents had to control through lobotomy. His line when you try to enter his mind without a psych portal hints at this, as he proudly declares that his shower cap was a gift from his mother. Since the cap keeps psychics out, it makes sense it also is designed to keep the powers he has 'in' as well.

It is only when Raz digs deep into the memories that Loboto himself starts to put the pieces together. This repression is the reason the final memory is bricked up as it completely disproves the lie Loboto was told and kept telling himself.

That is also why we find the compass here, as it not only represents a direction to life but also the true direction of the matter. Loboto in essence realises he was not born evil, that was just what he was told. Which means he can change his own course, he doesn't have to follow the path he was on.

Of course, as we can see in the Psychonauts 2 memory vaults, Loboto did not exactly enjoy this trip through memory lane. For one, the slide where he is surprised in the bath hints at just how vulnerable and exposed he felt getting his worst memories dug through. The slide where Raz kicks the dollhouse then showcases the awful feeling of getting the lie destroyed.

I liked the layers of symbolism and misdirection in this section, as it leads us to think one thing and then subverts it completely.

[shoalweedhence]

List of Prompts

Dear future me, please update this well. Love, your past self

• From this list you may choose up to two prompts that you can request a fic for (more than that might turn me into a savage ghoul.)

As for now I only write Eddie Munson x GN reader stories, but may broaden my horizons in the future.

• Feel free to send me your prompt(s) and any further detail that you might want added to it (them).

You might want to check the rules before sending your request but I'm not your boss.

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· "At least *I* don't make my relationship my whole personality." · "Did I do that? I'm so sorry." · "Do that again." · "Don't bother." · "How hard can it be?" · "I hate you." "Sure you do." · "I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies." · "I think we make a pretty good team, the two of us." · "I told you not to do this." · "I understand that part. What I don't get is…" · "I wanted to make sure you were alright." · "Love comes in all kinds of ways, silly. It's just that one of them is self love." · "Maybe they're just not right for you." · "Red looks good on you." "Shut up." · "Seriously? Now?" · "Shut up. I'm trying to tell you I love you." · "Someday we'll be together. I promise." · "This place creeps me out." · "We were meant to be." · "What is it?" · "You know I'm going to win, right?" · Accept Injury To Protect Someone · Be Careful What You Wish For · Assumed To Be Dead · Begging Not To Go · Blindfolded · Blowing On Cold Hands To Warm Them Up · Breathless Over A Kiss · Bruises · Cold Nights · Common Cold · Countdown · Cover The Other With A Blanket · Cradling Their Face · Cuddling To Keep Warm · Cursed · Cursed Object · Drawing In-between Scars · Dreams · First Aid Kit · First Kiss…And Second, And Third · Fog · Forehead Kisses · Going On A Trip · Hickeys · Holding Their Breath · Huddling For Warmth · Loneliness · Long Distance Relationship · Making Them Tea/Coffee · Mistaken For A Couple · Moving In Together · Neighbours!AU · Nightmares · Only One Bed · Pancakes · Peppering Kisses All Over Their Face · Picnic Dates · Rainy Day · Refusing To Fight Back · Renting Horror Movies · Roommates · Sabotage · Sharing A Blanket · Sharing An Umbrella · Sharing Clothes · Shopping · Singing · Stab Wound · Starry Skies · Taking A Relaxing Bubble Bath · The Show They Only Watch Together · Waking The Other Up To Talk To Them

[carefulfears]

my eyeballs did a 180 in my sockets when david said he was tired of scully saving mulder’s ass every week and he thought he was not masculine enough, mind you this man wrote an episode where his character is in a bubble bath chatting with his partner and boss on the phone .

he used to talk about this all the time lol i was glad he copped to it instead of pretending he was always so Freed by the lack of Masculinity. he used to go to the press and bitch about, like, the gender implications of mulder losing every fight but scully winning all of hers when she’s smaller. he used to whine about not wanting to be the guy always crying over his sister anymore. i’m way more interested in the way his views/feelings on masculinity have developed than pretending like he was always super cool with feeling like he played the 1 leading man loser amongst generations of action heroes

[manga-summaries]

I'm In Love With the Villainess volume 6 (manga)

Editor's note: if you want to pick up the manga where the anime left off, you can start with volume 6. It starts with new content without missing a single thing.

Summer break episode! Rae's hometown episode! Beach episode!!!!!! 🏖

Rae runs errands around town (with Claire in tow), and she meets with a merchant named Hans who she sells recipes and info to. She requests that he not get in on the trade of a fake magical item that claims it will raise the dead, and in exchange she tells him that if he doesn't care about ethics he should start stocking up on weapons and armor. He replies that she's mysterious but reliable, and if money was the only thing he cared about he might kidnap Rae to profit from all of her mysterious knowledge (ergo, others more heartless than him would so that, so be careful Rae)

They stop by a patisserie next, where Rae is shocked to see the Japanese dessert strawberry daifuku. The shopkeeper says it's a dessert from an eastern country and asks if Rae is from there due to her hair. She's not. The shopkeeper also notes than many of her clients- nuns- have been stationed elsewhere recently

On the way back to the school dorms, Rae and Claire talk about summer plans. Rae is from a coastal... province? region? city? named Euclid. Claire and Misha are also from there. Rae says she's going back for break, and Claire decides to tag along. The three get a ride with Claire's father, who spends the entire time talking about nobles, duty, how great he is, how Lene was a degenerate, and how Claire needs to harden her heart and be sterner with commoners. Claire is uncomfortable the entire ride and seems to hate being around her father

When they go out and about in Eucid, the entire town absolutely adores Rae. They also meet Rae's childhood friend Louie. He's an adventurer. There are a few notes that before the isekai-ing, Rae was kind of a blank slate, but now she seems like a full person. Huh that's kinda weird, everyone says, but yay she's coming into her own! :) This is not sinister at all!! :)))

Claire spends time staying with Rae's family. Rae's mother is exactly like her (incredibly bubbly and no sense of boundaries), and her father is a giant intimidating teady bear of a man. They're tailors. Ha. Get it? Rae Taylor? Ha ha. Ha.

Claire's eyes start opening to the scale of class difference (you don't have a bathroom? Oh...). Rae gives her a towel bath, she tries to return the favor, naked shenanigans and an accidental boob grab ensue.

Oh, Claire's besties Loretta and Pepi also followed and are having their own b plot romance adventure. hey who said that

Beach time!!!!!!!!! Only nobels can wear bikinis?? "Commoner swimsuits" are basically school uniform one piece swimsuits????? What?? I am going to be so hung up on this weird piece of worldbuilding for forever more

Claire can't swim. Rae of course thinks this is cute

Uh oh, there's a ghost ship in the distance. An emergency is called, and the... mayor? is too freaked out to lead the town. Claire's dad steps in, hypes up Claire's powers, Claire plays along with the hype to give moral to the crowd, and he declares the three girls will use their incredible magic and fancy noble training to help put down the undead. Louie also rallies local fighter to help, and they all set off to the ghost ship

Rae notes that this is an event in the game: the love interest comes with Rae to enact a love triangle with Louie

Claire is terrified of ghosts but is trying to keep a brave face to play her part. Rae teases her throughout this. It works though, and the fighter townsfolk fully believe in her skills and leadership and rally around her

All of them clear out all of the grunt skeletons in the ship, so Louie leads them to the captain's room for the boss fight

He locks the door and casts a trapping barrier around the room

Wait

He locks the door and casts a barrier?

Uh oh

Louie reveals he was the mastermind behind this ghostship. He killed an aristocrat's servants who were send to hunt undead. His "employer" (the Nur Empire?) gave him the fake undead ring, the anti-magic poison Cantarella, and a boatload of money to do this

This was not in the game. Rae's going off script in an attempt to save Claire from a terrible fate is having larger and larger butterfly affects

He drinks the poison, killing himself and turning into an anti-magic undead. While trying to figure out how to defeat him, both Rae and Clair attempt to shield the other with their body. The charm Rae gave Claire takes one of the hits and saves Claire from damage (who in turn saved Rae from damage). Rae manages to give them the tools they need to kill him by manipulating seawater to bring them the silver swords from the armory.

With his dying breath, Louie reveals he did this to afford a potion to cure his mom's stomach cancer. Claire has another moment of oh. I've been blind. The current social order is fucked up, and I'm benefiting from others' poverty. She declares she will pay for his mother's treatment

They hide his culpability in the incident, and Louie is buried in town. His mother is cured but mourns her son, unknowing what he tried to do for her sake. Claire confides in Rae about her recent eye openings that the current social order is not working and that poverty was the root cause of this incident, not Louie himself. Rae grills her for a bit, then declares she'll stand by her side and support her journey for change

We end with a scene of a church and a nun wrapping a boy's hurt ankle

Afterword: Misha reminisces about moving to Euclid after her family was bested (and demoted) by another noble family and ended up in Euclid under Claire's family's control. She was heartbroken to leave Yu. She goes to the beach to see the ocean for the first time, and the magnitude of the ocean makes her realize the magnitude of her feels and she starts crying. This is when Rae and Louie find her and attempt to cheer her up. Their bantering works, she realizes maybe commoner life isn't the death sentence she'd been lead to believe, and that's how she met her childhood friends. Back in the present, standing at her childhood friend's grave who she helped kill put of self-defence, she perhaps hears a voice asking her to protect Rae, and she thinks yes, she will protect her

[notsofunsenpai]

Stress.

Stress has been on your mind lately. Stress from work,stress from family, and just in general life has been stressful, and you need another cigarette. You just had one, but yolo, I guess, as you take out the purple carton once more to take out one of the shorts in there,placing it in your mouth and lighting it. You took a drag, then exhaled as the smoke came from your nose,"god.. that felt good." You mutter to yourself as you kicked off your shoes then go outside on the porch because your lover would scold you for one smoking in the house and two telling you that you shouldn't smoke in general. He knows you can be and get stressed really quickly like one time you had a fight with your mom who had told you to be more feminine and would dress you in a pink or red  dress or put pretty  ribbons on you at first you didn't mind since you know you were young or younger at the time but as you gotten older you realized you had your own style you prefer and wearing some of the feminine things had made you uncomfortable and out of place. When you tried more masculine or clothes for men it didn't really feel right either but none the less now that you're older you kinda realize it doesnt matter what you wear as long as it represents you and you like wearing what makes you feel comfortable.  You had made peace with your mom recently whiched eased you because shes more accepting and respectful of you,making you happy because she's about the only family you have beside kenji and some relatives you dont really care about. You took another hit of the cigarette as it went into your lungs, then blew it out through your mouth this time. Sometimes, you think to yourself, or these thoughts sometimes go through your head.

Maybe you feel like you’re somewhere in between,like you feel like both / more than one gender.

Maybe you connect somewhat to a gender but not fully.

Maybe your connection to gender fluctuates or how you experience your gender changes over time.

You were lost in thought as you kept smoking,thinking how funny the world is or can be.

Kenji had come home from shopping for some snacks,he went into the kitchen to place them down on the marbel counter,he wondered where you were then got a sniff of smoke.

He sighed,frowning,"They're gonna be the death of me, i swear." He says, heading to the back porch. He knew you've been smoking or have been smoking before hand,the first time was when your boss pissed you off and sent you home early then a week after he fired you over something dumb,and you were so mad he thought he saw smoke coming from you to only realize you were actually smoking . He wasn't disappointed but sad maybe slightly annoyed because he didn't want you to smoke and get an addiction, he was there for a reason and he has two ears to listen to your problems and maybe help if he can by either running you a bubble bath or having a date night to make you forget about your worries. He places a hand onto your shoulder and calls out to you in a gentle tone that he shows to no one else but you.

You didn't notice him calling your name,you were still lost in thought still and smoking your cigarette.

"Or maybe i don’t connect to any gender and form my own way to communicate my experience...?" You sighed,unsure what to think. You felt your cigarette being taken away and thrown on the ground as Kenji steps on it to extinguish it.

"Y/N,you there? What have i told you about smoking? This cancer stick may seem good at first but baby you gotta break the habit,addiction is a hard thing and i know you're going through it,but i need to let you know you're not alone. I'll be here for you, and I'm much healthier than that cigarette. " Kenjii said, bringing your attention to him.

You looked down but felt him take ahold of your hands,"Y/N,look at me. I'm here for you,whatever you decide to do, I'll be by your side every step of the way. Just stop smoking,it's breaking my heart. Instead, talk to me, and I'll listen. I may not be good at words, but im a good listener,so please stop for me?.." he said, bringing you in for a tight hug,feeling how tense he was. You didn't realize how much it hurt him,you knew it annoyed him, but you didn't want to see him sad.

You wrapped your arms around him,"I'll try for you."you said softly with a sad smile. You felt him soften up a bit. "Let's stay like this for a few more minutes..please." he said to you which you happily obligated.

You stared at nothing in particular,but you just hugged him, and he hugged you. You felt safe in his arms, and you trusted him.

Then another thought came to mind.

It could be a number of things.

It’s a diverse and complex experience, and experiences may differ from one another.

But when you think about it,

Isn't that a beautiful reflection of what humanity or human nature is in a way?