#had to call out of work and everything it’s so embarrasing

[shrimpscrawling]

Why the fuck did evolution come up with cramps!? This is not making me want to breed, Mother Nature, it’s making me want to kill myself.

[missberrycake]

Absolutely outraged to learn that the little headcanon I dreamt up in bed this morning doesn’t work timeline-wise but screw it, I’m doing it anyway.

When Eddie was small, his mom always used to sing him Rainbow Connection from The Muppet Movie. They’d watched it together over at Uncle Wayne’s trailer when it first came out on VHS and Eddie had been entranced. He’d parked himself right up in front of the small TV, his eyes glued to this little frog playing the banjo.

His mom noticed, of course, and made it theirs. Their song for when his dad was away and they could dance in the kitchen without being yelled at. For when Eddie was sick in bed, or couldn’t sleep, or had woken up with a nightmare. For when he came home from school with grazed palms and tears in his eyes.

“Who said that every wish, would be heard and answered?” his mom sang to him, brushing away Eddie’s tears the day she told him that she was very poorly. That she had to go into hospital, just for a little while, for the doctors to fix her up.

Eddie had asked for the song to be played at her funeral, in his small voice, tugging at his dad’s shirt sleeve. He’d said no, of course. He’d never understood either of them.

But later that night, when everyone had left and his dad was asleep, Uncle Wayne led Eddie out into the backyard and picked up his old guitar. He’d smiled at Eddie as the familiar chords rang out in the night sky and Eddie’s voice trembled when he started to sing, “Why are there so many, songs about rainbows?”

Uncle Wayne’s voice soon joined his, strong and sure. “And what’s on the other side?”

Eddie smiled. Maybe it could be their song, too.

So, years later, when Eddie was shuffling around Steve’s vast kitchen, trying to find where the hell the Harringtons kept their mugs, he found himself humming along to the familiar tune with a happy heart.

“Oho, I see we’ve got another Tammy Thompson fan on our hands here,” came Steve’s voice as he and Robin sidled in and leant against the countertop.

Robin snorted. “Someday we’ll find it,” she sang, her words taking on a pitchy, mocking quality.

Steve joined in, squeaky and off-tune, “The rainbow connection.”

They were grinning at each other as they carried on. “The lovers, the dreamers -”

“Stop,” Eddie yelled, red-faced, his heart beating wildly as he clutched the empty mug in his hand. “Stop it.”

They did, with matching looks of confusion. Clearing spotting the way Eddie was breathing too hard, eyes too glassy, Steve shifted. “Shit, sorry Eddie. We didn’t mean anything.”

And it was bullshit because Eddie knew that. How could they know about that song, about his mom and Uncle Wayne and everything it meant? They couldn’t, but now Eddie had made it weird. Made it awkward. But he was still too worked up, he couldn’t explain.

“S'okay,” he said. “I guess I just don’t feel well. Might go home.”

He didn’t let either of them get another word in before he fled the house.

The next day, Eddie was disturbed from his still-embarrased wallowing by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It was Uncle Wayne, with a soft look on his face.

“The Harrington boy’s here,” he said. “Came to apologise. Called last night, you know. We talked for a bit.”

He disappeared and moments later a contrite-looking Steve shuffled in.

Eddie pushed himself up against his headboard.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was just a joke Robin and I have. I would never -” He cut himself off and sat down on the end of the bed, a little sheepishly. “I got you this.”

Steve pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a tiny Kermit the Frog toy, complete with a small, squishy banjo.

Eddie’s chest clenched. He reached out for the toy and smiled wide at Steve.

When the other man dragged him into a hug, Eddie let himself fall into it.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be a song for him and Steve, but it could definitely be the start of something sweet.

[Yeah, I'm scouring the archives and trying to salvage as many headcanons as I can from my old deleted account, but let's just pretend this is brand new content.]

[wildglitch]

Captain Marvel Prompt, GO!

The JL are having trouble with some magic users causing issues, so they call some magic users including Captain Marvel to deal with it. They end up having a bit of troubel so Cap calls in the best person to help. His brother obviously.

The JL had no idea he worked with other people and have no clue what their relationship is, but they're welcoming. Meanwhile Freddy is having the time of his life finally getting to know the JL and getting to work with them. This is his first anything with them and first imprssions matter.

Flash forwards, they manage to find their base. Its some casino like thing that anyone is invited to. They are about to go in when they are to that the buliding has some sort of power nullifier. So while it dosent take away their powers completly, they can't deppend on them and the supers are basically regular people with a very small boost that is barely noticable.

No problem right? They can still fight just fine with out them. And its not like they are taking their wepons away. It will be fine.

Billy: *Looks at his flying brother*...

Freddy: *Staring at his legs in despair*...

B/F: Fuck-

Cue Billy and Freddy derailing the mission for 30 mins as they break into a near by Walmart looking for anything and everything that can work as a crutch for Freddy while they yell at eachother, the universe, and Walmart for not having easy accese aids for disabeld people. All of this happening by a very confused JL that just stand awkwardly at the side not really understanding whats happening.

So much for first impressions

They get it eventually and help him find a par that fit. The mission is a succses and Billy and Freddy manage to stop the magic thing. Freddy is super embarrases about how his first mission went, the JL are impressed with his inteligence and ability to hold his own, and Batman is making a new protical for any and every dissability that their members could have, be it visibal or not.

(Billy is just super proud of his brother, and is still begging for his forgivness for breaking his crutches by using them as a wepon again)

[mncxbe]

𝐟𝐰𝐛 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: tysm for your sweet message nonnie♡ you're really sweet and yes i'm doing well. i made some hc for them separate and together (for silly) and also added some sfw stuff. enjoy!

𝒄𝒘: lowkey mean jouno (he calls you little slut), choking, mentions of breath play and other kinks, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, creampie, power dynamics if you squint

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨

assuming you're part of the hunting dogs, the first time you two hook up is after a stressful mission. you just needed to blow off some steam but had a surprisingly good time so you agreed to be friends with benefits from then on

he prefers to meet at his place cuz he feels more in control that way. plus I see him using handcuffs and toys so it's easier that way

Jouno is a dom. unless he's too tired after a mission he won't sub. he gets off to mentally overpowering and degrading you. also be prepared for some intense sessions

ofc he can be sweet and gentle if you ask him to but he generally prefers rougher sex. that way it doesn't feel like you two make love (what's that emotional intimacy? nuh uh)

he does like to experiment with different kinks. he's super into breath play and blindfolding you. also orgasm denial. makes you call him sir

honorable mentions: he actually respects your boundaries and the aftercare is surprisingly nice. outside of the bedroom he's very professional and respectful but if you tease or upset him he's gonna get back to you

overall experiemce: 8/10 cuz he sometimes takes it too far and he's a bit mean

You were about to leave the break room when Jouno barged in, slamming the door shut.

"Oh hi Jouno everything alri–"

Before you could finish your sentence his gloved hand was wrapped around your throat. "You little brat. You've got some nerve don't ya?" He pulled your face impossibly closer to his as he jammed his thigh between your legs, pressing your back against the table behind you. "Think you're so smart mouthing off during the meeting, asking Fukuchi for more teambuildings because me and Tecchou can't get along?"

You tried to pry his hand off your neck but he only tightened his grip, making your vision blur "Jouno p-please I didn't mean it like that" you babbled out, earning a chuckle from the man. "Oh I know how you meant it. You're just chasing that praise aren't ya, you little slut. You think I can't tell how giddy you get when someone tells you you've got a good idea or you did a good job?"

Jouno's leg pressed against your core and you instinctively shifted your hips, seeking some sort of friction. Despite the situation you were in you couldn't help but feel worked up and Jouno could tell, his own bulge forming in his pants. His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, squeezing it harshly "Since you're so concerned about the well being of our team, how about you tell the others how well we get along? How you moan my name every night and fuck yourself stupid on my cock?"

"'m sorry Jouno" you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks. "Oh I know you are, pretty. So how about you show it, hm?" The man grabbed your hips, hoisting you up on the table before pulling down your uniform pants and discarding them on the floor. "Let me eat you out"

"But Jouno we're at work..." you fumbled, squeezing your thighs together but he quickly pried them open, positioning himself between your legs. You would've lied if you said that seeing him on his knees in front of you– for you, didn't make your core tighten.

"And?" he retorted, brushing his fingers over the damp spot on your panties "That doesn't seem to stop you from soaking your underwear. Does it turn you on, knowing that anyone could walk in on us? Or are you just that desperate for me?"

You became even more embarrased after hearing his words and looked away, biting down on your lip. Jouno pulled your underwear to the side, running his fingertips along your slit– he could smell your arousal and it was making his head spin as he rubbed little circles on your needy clit before slapping it harshly. "I expect you to answer when I ask you a question, brat"

The sudden contact made your body jolt and you immediately nodded "Yes, Jouno– I mean sir. Yes sir I really need you right now. Need you to touch me"

"Do you?" he taunted, taking off his glove and pushing a finger inside your cunt, curling it perfectly against your sweet spot. "Yes I– oh God" you mewled as he lightly sucked on your clit. You took off his cap and carefully placed it next to you before one of your hand found its way into his hair, pulling him closer to your needy cunt.

Jouno ate you out like a starved man, his lips latched on your clit and his slender fingers curled oh so nicely inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making whines and moans spill from your lips. It didn't take long for you to reach your high, feeling a familiar knot tightening in your abdomen but before you could cum Jouno got up to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sai..." you whined, pouting at the man but he only chuckled "Serves you right. Maybe next time you won't forget your place."

He reached for his hat, placing it back on his head. "Don't worry, sweets, I'll take good care of you tonight if you behave." Jouno gave your thigh a light pat before walking out of the room, leaving you aching for more. God, he was such an ass sometimes...

𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮

he's a bit reluctant at first cuz he doesn't really get the point of it– Tecchou doesn't have the highest sex drive, but he's really flattered that you find him attractive enough to ask him to be fwb

he's really sweet and gentle with you, takes his time to learn what you like. praises you a lot too and overall focuses on your pleasure above all

the sex itself is pretty vanilla so don't expect him to be rough like Jouno but if you want to experiment he's open

Tecchou is a true switch. he's fine with anything as long as you feel good– you wanna top him? sure. you want him to fold you in half and manhandle you? that works perfectly fine too

aftercare is mostly him talking to you about stuff in his life and although he shouldn't, he lets you spend the night if you're too tired to go home or it's too late

that's why he actually gets attached after a while and starts developing feelings for you. but he does a good job at keeping them hidden because he doesn't wanna ruin your arrangement or make you feel uncomfortable (until he inevitably confesses them in the heat of the moment)

overall 10/10 experience

You've been friends with benefits with Tecchou for a couple of months now and things couldn't have been better. He treated you better than any of your exes have and actually knew what he was doing in bed. As for now, Tecchou had you laying on your back with the top of your thighs pressed against your chest, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust.

" 'chou–" you whined, pretty nails digging into his wrists as you tried to ground yourself "too much 's too much". The man only grunted in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he kept rolling his hips against yours. "Relax, angel, just relax ah– you're s-so tight like this"

Tecchou was on cloud nine, completely lost in the feeling of your walls clenching down around him, pushing him to another orgasm. He'd already came once, his cum pooling in a creamy ring at the base of his cock, but he just couldn't stop now– not until he had you writhing underneath him.

Ever since the two of you started hooking up, pleasing you has become his top priority. You were just too precious, so sweet and kind to him, so patient when he told you that he doesn't really have that much experience when it comes to sex. Work took up most of his time so he never had the chance to have a proper relationship, let alone be intimate with someone else. But still you taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing a woman. It didn't take him too long to realize he'd fallen for you but he never said anything to you about it– too afraid to ruin what the two of you had. So he simply cherished these moments when he has you all to himself, moaning his name and clinging to him as is he were the last thing that kept you together.

"Hiro– Hiro baby ah fuck– there right there" you babbled out, your back arching off of the mattres to offer him a better angle. Your shaky fingers moved to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive bud as your eyes fluttered shut. God, you were so beautiful like this.

Tecchou's strong arms almost gave out when he felt your cunt squeezing down on him and he grabbed your legs, pulling the backs of your thighs flush against his abdomen. His face was basically buried between your calves as he started moving again, making you gasp. It was overwhelming in the best way possible– you could feel every ridge of his cock as he dragged it in and out of your gummy walls and it was driving you over the edge. "Oh God oh God i'm close s-so so close" you mumbled, pressing your tits together as you locked gazes with the man in front of you.

Maddening. It was utterly maddening. Tecchou swore he could spend the rest of his life fucking you like this and he wouldn't have any regrets. His eyes moved to your tits– so prettily bouncing with each of his thrusts despite your best efforts to keep them still and your face. Oh your face; blissed out with your plushy lips quivering as he pushed you closer to your high. With his own orgasm threatening to wash over him, Tecchou tightened his grip on your legs, hugging them closer to his body as he nuzzled his face between your calves, peppering them with kisses "You're so, so beautiful angel ah s-shit I could look at you all day long. M-my pretty girl love you, love you so much ah fuck—"

His sudden confession made the tight knot in your belly snap and you gushed around him, coating his length and abdomen in your slick. " 'chou please 'm all yours. want you to fill me up" you mewled and Tecchou's vision went white. That was all it took for him to cum again. A loud, broken groan spilling from his lips as his hips halted, his cum pooling inside you. When he eventually pulled out with a wet pop his cum seeped out of your hole, dribbling down onto the damp mattress.

You were both breathless, staring blankly at one another. "So um..." you said eventually, cutting through the awkward silence "You like me, now?"

"Yea, I guess I do." confessed the man, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Do you mind it?"

"Why would I mind it, Tecchou?" you giggled, motioning him to lay next to you and he obliged. Wrapping your arms around him, you cuddled yourself close to his chest, breathing in his musky scent. "I mean, I kinda like you too. You're really sweet."

Tecchou smiled, his pretty amber eyes lighting up. He quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head "I'm glad then. Maybe we can talk about it when we wake up?"

"Mhm, sure" you sighed contently before drifting off to sleep, leaving Tecchou with a pounding heart and that dumb, lovesick smile on his face.

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮

Jouno makes a very detailed schedule because god forbid you spend more time with Tecchou

it's a competition, really– who makes you cum more times and they always discuss it at work. Jouno's a bit petty

"So, Tecchou. How did it go with y/n last night?"

"Pretty well actually."

"Oh yea? Well I made her squirt two times the night before so I bet you didn't do that well"

if Jouno ever gets jealous of Tecchou prepare for some hate sex♡ and for him to leave hickeys all over your tits and thighs so Tecchou knows who you actually belong to (yea, he gets a bit posessive)

Tecchou is very normal about it

if you ask them nicely enough they may agree to a threesome. but oh boy prepare for a sleepless night (+100% sure they kiss too)

it'd basically go like this

yes I did shamelessly reference a previous post because I have exams tomorrow and sadly couldn't write more

[fangirlfrom-hell]

Exciting ||Jay Halstead x Daughter and reader

Jay has to take his daughter to work for the first time and he’s not excited about it.

For the one that voted Jay x daughter on the poll (this is not a Christmas story though)

Jay wasn’t comfortable with the idea of taking his 4 years old daughter to work, but seemed like luck was not on his side. The girl was on vacation, Y/N was on a work trip, the nanny got sick, Will was on shift and the little girl’s grandparent’s couldn’t take care of her all day long, so he had no choice. He called Voight, who with his raspy voice and without any problem said “Bring her.”

He sighed, “Ok, baby girl. You are coming to work with me today” He notified his little daughter who was sitting with her short legs hanging from the couch.

“To the police station?” Her eyes were shining bright out of excitement.

“Yea”, her dad chuckled. “Mommy will pick you up later, when she comes back home from her trip, ok?”

“Okay. I am excited!” Excited was the last feeling she learned in school and from then on she would use it for everything.

“I am excited too”, he lied, he was more nervous than anything. “Go get your backpack”, he ordered and when she was gone he muttered to himself, “I’m already running late”

It wasn’t common to take one’s son or daughter to the bullpen, but is wasn’t so strange either. Voight and Al had done it in the past with their kids; Burgess and Adam had done it with Malayla too, even Kevin had to take his little sister from time to time. This was the family Hank talked about.

Jay went upstairs with a small pink and shinny backpack with unicorn form on his arm, making a funny contrast with the gun hanging from his hips.

“Where’s the baby girl?” Adam said when he saw his friend arriving alone.

“Platt stole her from me”, he answered. He would have arrived even later if he had waited for Trudy to give her back to him. Kim smiled at the image.

“We haven’t seen her in a while”, Al peeked his head from his hidden desk to participate in the conversation, “A bit of her cheerfulness will do good to this place”

“Well, she is, and I’m quoting, “very excited” to see you all”, the proud dad smirked.

But as much excited as she was, the baby Halstead was very shy to even say good morning to them. As soon as Trudy Platt carried her upstairs, the girl ran towards her father as fast as she could.

“Why are you crying?” Jay asked in a very low voice, while sitting her on his lap.

But the one answering the question was Platt, “She started to worry when she noticed you weren’t around downstairs and then silently started crying”

Ashamed, the little Halstead girl hugged her dad’s neck and buried her face on his shoulder. A chorous of “aw” was heard around. This wasn’t what she expected, visiting the police station didn’t make her feel excited after all.

“It’s alright”, Jay kept whispering into her ear. It was only after a few minutes later that she calmed down, but even when she was acting as if nothing had happened, she was still embarrased.

Al passed by from the coffee room to his desk and handed a coockie to the girl. She hesitated on accepting it, she first turned to her dad who nodded in approval and she stretched her tiny arm to take it.

“Precauted girl. Good”, Olinsky smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Why don’t you take your colors and get to work in your coloring book, hm?” Jay said more like an order as he put her down. He couldn’t really advance in his work if she was there right beside him.

They walked to an unoccupied desk right infront of Adam. The girl climbed the chair as her dad took her belongings out of the unicorn backpack, “There you go. I’ll be right there if you need me. Remember to…”

“…be quiet, shhh” his daughter completed.

She stayed there for a while, coloring different pages. The detectives, specially Kim, would praise her artistic work whenever they had to walk by her side. She liked Kim, that woman was funny, but she couldn’t really take her eyes off of the man who had gave her the cookie: Alvin Olinsky, but he was too busy to noticed.

“Daddy”, she silently stood up an whispered, trying not to distract the people around, “I don’t want to color anymore. I want to draw”

“Uh, let me check if I have something for you to—“

“I have some white sheets in here”, Hailey opened a drawer and handed a bunch to the Halstead girl. She liked Hailey too, she had a bright smile.

“How do you say?” Her father encouraged her before going back to her place.

“Thank you, Hailssss”

She was immersed in her own world, drawing, coloring and cutting. She stood up to get closer to Adam and touched his leg to call his attention.

“How do you write ‘I love you’?” She asked the detective.

“Oh!” He took a notebook and a pen, “Very easy, let me just show you”

Jay looked up to witness the scene, altough he couldn’t hear any word they were exchanching, “Hey, sweetie”, he called out, “Let Ruz work, ok?”

“No big deal” His collegue said handing her the sheet.

A few minutes later, the little girl stood up once more to go with her father. She stretched her hand to hand him a very colorful circle of paper.

“Wow! Is this for me?” Jay exxagerated his emotion, and then melted when he read the phrase ‘I love you’ followed by a crooked heart.

With excitement, she explained it was a cup holder: “Yea, you can put your mug there”. Following orders from such a smooth voice, Jay placed his mug over the gift.

“Just what I needed” He kissed her head. When she withdrew of his side, Jay immediatly took the paper with the witten phrase and placed it in a spot where he was able to see it all the time.

Before going back to sit on her chair, the girl passed by Al’s desk and stood next to him staring, until he finally noticed.

She took him by surprise, a cute surprise, “Hey, you scared me!” That made her laugh.

“What do you like the most?” The kid asked wothout any other introduction, “Ducks or unicorns?”

Detective Olinsky took his time to answer the question. He observed that Halstead’s daughter was wearing a T-shirt full of unicorns, her pink shinny backback also had the shape of a unicorn, so he went by that, thinking it would be the correct answer.

“Unicorns, I love unicorns”

But she didn’t had the reaction he expected, instead she sadenned, “Oh! I was going to draw a duck for you”

Being in a space close to Olinsky, and paying attention to what his daughter was doing all the time, Jay listened and couldn’t help to smile to the reaction of his parter.

“Oh, well, I love ducks too!” Alvin tried to amend his error.

“A duck, then?”

“Yea, a duck!”

And she moved her tiny legs as fast as she could. Both detectives shared a look and laughed.

It didn’t pass a lot of time when the girl was next to Olinsky’s chair again, but this time he noticed. Without speaking, she handed to him the drawing of a duck happily swimming in a lake.

“What? Is this for me?” She nodded. There was something peaceful in his voice that she liked. “Thank you very much! I really love it. What’s this?” He pointed to a brown circle tha was close to the animal. The answer make him smile showing his teeth.

“A cookie”

“Well, this masterpiece deserves to be in a special place” The detective took a bit of tape and pasted the drawing where it could be seen by everyone.

Little Halstead ran to his father to tell him what just had happened.

“That’s not fair!” Adam teased her later on the day. “I want my own drawing too! I showed you how to write that phrase, you gotta remember that!”

“It will have to be another day”, Jay intervened. “Time to pick everything up, your mom’s on her way to pick you up”

“Mommy’s back?” She asked with the same bright eyes she had when realizing she was going to the police station.

“Yeah!” Her dad smirked.

“I am excited!” She stated while putting her stuff back into the backpack.

“Say goodbye, time to go. Mommy’s downstairs”

She waved her little hand to everybody in the bullpen, “Bye bye”. She even peeked her head into Voight’s office, “Goodbye, Serge”

“You are leaving already? Goodbye, little one” Hank said in a very friendly tone, “Come back soon, whenever you want”

She laughed at the idea, “I will”

It was a bit hard for her to walk down the stairs. “Do you need help?” Jay asked with his arms opened to carry her and she jumped to him.

As soon as she spotted Y/N at the desk with Trudy she yelled at her. Jay put her down on the floor when the stairs were over and his baby ran towards her mom, who picked her up in a tight hug.

“Mommy!”

“Ugh, how much I missed you” Y/N said covering their daughter in kisses.

“Me too!”

“Did the detectives threated you good?” Trudy asked, “How was your day at daddy’s work, hm?”

Wothout hesitating and with a lot of emotion, the girl answered “Oh! It was exciting!”

[steddiee]

I can’t stop thinking about Steve and Eddies daughter getting her first period.

Hawkins high biology was a very censored affair in 1985 and Steve’s momma was never around long enough for her to catch her breath and realise that she and her abomination of an husband never even had the birds and the bees talk with him. Steve's series of dates he'd gained the king title for were never with him long enough to figure out that he was absouletly and completely cluless as how exactly the female reproduction system worked.

Eddie's mom died long before Eddie was old enough to understand this stuff, and Wayne just assumed Eddie wouldn’t ever have any use of this knowledge when he came out as gay to him before he had the chance to say anything. So, he just reminded him that he needed to be safe and didn’t bother going into female anatomy and how it all works.

The two boys just never questioned it, wasn't curious about it at all. Steve honestly thought Robin had some sort of a stomach condition that meant she was in pain for a while occassionaly.

So, one faithful midnight in early 2006, Robin gets a call from a frantic Eddie and a Steve who has gone into I-have-a-nail-bat-and-I-am-not-afraid-to-use-it mode.

She is confused, curious and slighltly worried but when she finally understands that nobody explained anything ever to her two idiots, she laughs a little.

Steve's reaction to Robin laughing at this very real emergency - RoBIn she might be dying in the other room. stop laughing- is less than calm and only whispered because he doesn't want his daughter to think she is dying.

The only reason they hadn't yet called the emergency room is because she would abosluetly not let them because of how embarrased she was.

Eddie, at this point, takes over the reciever because there's no way Steve is calm enough to be able to listen to instructions.

Robin tells Eddie all about cramps and pads and tampons and choclate and painkillers and icecream and movies and hot waterbottles and ricesocks. At some point Eddie gestures to Steve to get a notepad and a pen and actually takes notes.

When she is finally finished talking, Eddie and Steve sit their daughter down. After reassuring her that she is going to be absolutley fine with tears of relief and a bit of pride - Steve our litte girl's a lady now- and many hugs, they give her the option to listen to her aunt robin explain it all, or them trying their best to explain.

She wisely chooses her aunt Robin. So, she starts from scratch, and in much more detail, lays it all out. She stars smiling towards the end, assured that its going to be all fine.

Eddie spends the entire night researching it all on the internet. He learns everything, and with his notes from his conversation with Robin finally starts understanding how funny last nights -wow he did not realise the sun come up- conversation must've been to Robin.

They go shopping together after breakfast and get all the necessities. The shopkeeper smiles and says "shes lucky to have you as her dads" they just smile and reply "we're lucky to have her"

[yagirlwrites]

Morning After (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

A blurby blurb! This follows The Sounds of a Good Boy, it is the morning after their first time! A bit of angst and a lot of fluff in here peeps💖

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts and if you'd like more blurbs about these two idiots💞

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My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated. Happy reading!🥰

Morning After

He woke to the smell of freshly made coffee. Looking around the empty room, disoriented and a bit lost, still in that state between dream and reality, he realised this wasn’t his room. His eyes searched the unfamiliar suroundings untill last night’s events finally caught up to him.

A blush spread across his cheeks at the memories. He reached across the bed for his phone on the bedside table, he didn’t remember plugging it in to charge last night but there it was. He checked the time 7:36 am. Groaning at the revelation, he begrudgingly pushed himself out of bed. Collecting his clothes from the floor, memories kept rushing back to him in flashes making that blush from earlier return with vengeance. His whole face was hot and he was sure he looked a sight. After putting on his clothes he stumbled out of the bedroom. Following the sound of sizzling and the rising aroma of bacon, he found her in the kitchen.

She was fully dressed, already eating a plate of eggs standing over the stove while at the same time making sure the eggs and bacon in the pan didn’t burn. She turned as she heard him walk in and with a mouth full of breakfast and cheeks portruding she gave him a close lipped smile. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. She was quick to finish chewing and swallowed, slighty embarrased at his first sight of her this morning being that.

“Morning.” She said, mouth finally free. She used a paper napkin to wipe at her lips, just in case.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and husky, the sound causing a stirring deep within her. His morning voice was hot. Very hot.

She snapped out of her daze after staring at him for a beat too long, remembering his breakfast and moving to action. She arranged the eggs and bacon onto a second plate and grabbed a freshly baked toast out of the oven.

He took the plate from her extended hand, perplexed and - as his stomach growled at that moment - he realized, hungry.

She made him breakfast. Not the most life altering of gestures but for him? Quite something. He wasn’t used to his dates making him breakfast. Not that you could call his past conquests dates per se. Nor was he used to waking up in someone elses bed, the phrase hit it and quit it having been taken quite literally in his adult life. This was different.

But so was everything else that happened last night. Everything else that had happened since he met her, actually.

As he ate the feeling which started to pool in his stomach, warming his insides, making his skin flush - had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with his current situation. With her.

He was quiet and she didn’t really mind, she enjoyed a quiet morning before a busy day. But she was in a rush, having to make breakfast for two while she usually just scruffs down some toast and butter with her coffee before she’s on her way out of the appartment really set her back. But she decided putting a little effort into breakfast this particular morning was completely understandable and not at all a big deal.

While a part of her, a small part deep inside, kind of wished she could just sit and have breakfast with him and maybe drink their coffees on her small balcony - she had an early morning class and she needed to move if she was going to make it on time.

She quickly finished the last of her eggs and put the plate in the sink. Gulping down her coffee and grabbing her jacket and bag was a sight that told him everything he needed to know. He’s overstaying his welcome. He needs to go. Now.

He rushed to his feet with a hushed “Sorry”. And she looked at him, a bit frazzled and a bit confused.

“Why are you sorry?” Her voice caught him on his way to clear his plate. He turned around only to be met with her standing right in front of him. When did she get so close?

“Um, I’m keeping you. Sorry.”

His repeated apology made her sigh with frustration which he took to be aimed at him when in reality it was directed towards herself. She didn’t know how this worked. She never had a guy stay over before. She didn’t have a precedent to fall back on and she realized she was coming off as rude.

He turned, feeling defeated, fully intending to just make his way out of there as fast as possible, this awkwardness making him want to throw up the food rushed down moments earlier. But her hand caught his wrist, effectively stopping him and making him face her.

“No. I’m sorry.” As he opened his mouth to protest she shushed him.

“I’m being rude. You’re not keeping me I’m just - I’m not used to this.” She motioned vaguely between them.

“I have a class in-“ she trailed off checking the clock, “-20 minutes. I hate to rush you, I wish I didn’t have to.” He nodded.

“I get it. You have to go. It’s totally fine. I’ll head.” He gave her a small polite smile and made to the front door, quickly putting on his shoes. She wanted to smack herself. This is not how she wanted this morning to go.

“I’ll drive you home.” She said as she joined him in the hallway, slipping on her boots. He looked at her confused.

“You-you don’t have to do that. You’ll be late. I can walk-“ She interrupted him then.

“I’m not letting you walk back in the freezing cold morning, Rafe.” Her tone was final and it left him a little flushed as memories of last night came rushing back again.

“I can get an uber, you know.” He smiled at her.

“It’s not far and it’s on the way. I’m taking you.” She wasn’t sure why she was insisting here, he really could just get an uber, and she was cutting it very close, but for some reason she just couldn’t let this be how they parted. Why? She had no idea.

“You got everything?” She asked before opening the door. He had shrugged his jacket on and was currently checking his pockets for his belongings untill he decided he did. “All good.” He said and she nodded as she led him out the door.

Their walk to her car was quiet, a bit akwkward. Neither knew what to say. He still hadn’t properly processed last night’s events, on top of that he was trying to figure out what was happening now. Between them. Was there even anything to figure out?

She was trying to sort out her thoughts and find a way to break the awkward silence, to save this morning; perhaps to save whatever it is between them. She refused to think about all the things he made her feel last night. Instead she focused on rectifying her rude behavior from earlier.

“You’re in Theta, right?” She finally spoke as she started pulling out of the parking space.

“Um, yeah. The big brown house at the end of greek street.” His voice was small and he sounded like he would rather be anywhere but here with her. She frowned at that.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier.” She started but he interrupted her.

“No, you don’t have to say sorry. I get it. I don’t usually spend the night either.” His eyes wouldn’t meet her and he was fidgeting with his keys in his hands.

“I do, actually.” She continued. “I’m not used to morning afters but I shouldn’t have been so rude.” He just nodded, silent, staring at his hands.

She was frustrated at his silence. He usually always had something to say to get her attention, despite her annoyance at it. But now she almost wished he would make a dumb comment and she could roll her eyes at him and maybe she’d be able to pretend like last night never happened. Pretend that last night hadn’t changed everything. But it had. Things have shifted now and there was no going back.

“I’m not used to morning afters.” She repeated, and it caused a frown in his brow.

“I wanted to make breakfast and wake you up and maybe we take our coffee on the balcony. It’s a small thing really. But I like it, it’s...it’s cozy.” She trailed off. What was she even saying right now? Why was she being awkward?

He was asking himself the same thing because he finally looked at her then.

“That sounds nice.” His words surprised her and she met his gaze. He looked... endeared? Yes, he was looking at her like he was in awe when she had just been rambling like an idiot.

She was nervous, he realized. She made him breakfast and she wanted to show him her balcony and drink coffee with him and she was nervous. The thought made butterflies erupt in his stomach and he couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out on his face.

She was nervous around him. The tables have turned, the shift was palpable. He was in too deep, he realised as she looked at him confused but he couldn’t stop the smile even if he wanted to and truth be told he didn’t.

“I would’ve liked that.” She blushed at that. She fucking blushed. He swore his heart skipped a beat right then.

“Maybe... Maybe we can do that another morning?” He trailed off, now he was anxious waiting for her response.

This was it. The moment of truth. She would either shoot him down and tell him that last night was a one time thing and she wasn’t interested in it being anything else or -

“Yeah.” One perfect word interrupted his anxious thoughts.

“Yeah. I think that can be arranged.” She was smiling now and the sight knocked his breath right out of him. He was the one blushing now, a smile breaking on his face. She didn’t want last night to be the last of them either.

As her car slowed to a stop he was still smiling at her, not paying much attantion to their surroundings. She grinned at his dazed look, even though she was feeling just as giddy, and decided to tease him. Just a little.

“This is your house, is it not?” Her words broke his daze and he quickly looked outside to see that they were parked right outside his frat.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah, it is.” He was mumbling, embarrased as he rushed to unbuckle his seatbelt.

Her hand caught his wrist yet again, right as the belt loosened. His breath hitched at the touch and as his eyes met hers he gulped at the intensity in them. It reminded him a lot of last night and the way she- No. Now is not the time to reminisce.

“I expect there’s another party happening on this street tonight.” She kept looking right into his eyes as she spoke. He managed to nod, with quite some effort as her gaze was making him feel all sorts of things. Intense, hot things.

“Uh, yeah. Probably.” She noded.

“Maybe I’ll see you there then.” She smirked at his blush and he realized what she was doing.

And God, she was doing crazy things to him, with that smirk, and the look, and the implication- no, a promise- of a repeat of last night. Again. Tonight.

She wanted to see him again tonight. She was just as into him as he was her. And that realization sparked something in him. He wasn’t sure where it came from but he was moving before he could think.

His lips met hers, his hand on her cheek. She was taken aback but it didn’t take long before she melted into the kiss, into him. She deepened the kiss as her tongue traced his lip and he didn’t hesitate to let her in. How could he when she was kissing him back, kissing him like she meant it.

He couldn’t even complain at how quickly she managed to get control of the kiss. Her hands found their way into his hair, still messy from sleep, and he moaned into the kiss as she lightly tugged on it. The sound managed to force her out of her haze and she begrudgingly broke their kiss. Foreheads pressed together as they caught their breaths, eyes blinking open.

She was met with the vision of him, flushed, breathy, so fucking pretty, with hair messed up and puffy lips - she felt like her breath had been kicked out of her chest. She forced herself to calm down, eyes looking at the console to break away from his captivating gaze. That’s when she noticed the time.

“Shit!” Her exclamation startled him. “I’m gonna be late.” She looked back at him and he was still looking at her like that and she wanted to curse at what he was doing to her.

He bit his lip as his eyes kept staring at her. His chest was heaving. The kiss woke up every cell in his body. He barely registered her words. All he could really do in that moment is feel. He felt like he wanted to pass out, like he wanted her to keep kissing him and maybe never ever stop, like he wanted her to forget everything and just go inside with him and give him everything she’s got. He’d gladly take any little thing she’d give him, he knew that.

The way he was biting his lip and looking at her with those bedroom eyes had her losing her mind. Half wanting to shove him out of the car because she is late - half wanting to just take him right there in the car in front of his entire frat. She was so damn tempted, even calculating just how important this class really was and if she could technically get away with missing it-

Her thoughts were broken, by a loud honk. She was half way leaning in to kiss him again and he was too, the mangetic pull between them seemingly inescapable, when the car behind her honked.

She was parked for fucks sake, what the hell was this guy’s problem? As the spell was broken, Rafe looked back and realized who it was behind them. The reason they were so rudely interrupted - Mack. Rafe’s best friend of 3 years and as of 10 seconds ago his worst enemy. They could hear Mack’s laughter as he got out of the car and Rafe groaned.

His forehead met her shoulder and as she realized this was probably one of his frat brothers she let out a light chuckle. Was she pissed off at the interruption? Yes. But seeing Rafe embarrased and grumpy like this was endearing.

“Think we can make a break for it before he gets to the door?” He mumbled into her skin and she laughed, looking in the rearview as the guy approach them.

“Nope.” She said popping the p, and he groaned again. The third groan was the loudest, a response to a knock on his window. Unbelievable.

His face was still buried in her neck as Mack knocked again.

“Good morning!” He said chirpily from the other side of the window. Rafe flipped him off without looking as he finally brought his head up and his eyes met hers again. They could hear Mack laughing from outside, but he didn’t care that they had an audience. Their gazes glued to each other, seemingly reliving the intensity of their kiss from mere moments ago.

“You’re late.” He whispered, voice low, raspy, very very hot, she noted.

“Yeah.” She whispered back. And then they were kissing again. This time it was shorter but just as breath taking as the last. She pushed him away as he went in for another kiss and he groaned again.

It was becoming one of her favourite sounds, now. Very grumpy and adorable Rafe. She quite liked this side of him. She gave him a smile, and then waved to Mack over his shoulder. Mack waved back, grinning.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked her, gaze earnest. She smiled at that.

“Maybe.” He rolled his eyes at her and then laughed with her.

“Have a good day.” She said as his hand reached for the handle.

Fuck it. That was his thought before he turned around and kissed her again quickly before jumping out of the car.

“Have a good day.” He grinned at her stunned expression as he closed the door behind him. She couldn’t help the smile that broke on her face at his antics.

Why did this feel so... natural? Kissing him and laughing with him and not wanting to part from him. It felt like they had done this a thousand times before as he waved at her through the window as she pulled away in her car. Like they had played this game before. Like looking back at him through her rearview mirror, him pushing his friend off him while looking at her car with a silly smile on his face, was a sight she’d seen a thousand times before. Or maybe there was a little part of her that hoped it was a sight she would see a thousand times again.

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Hold Me Close

(gif not mine)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: Reader gets sent back after hearing about Olivers experience at work.

Type: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Metions of suicidal thoughts, depression. Eating disorder metion. Reader has body dysmorphia And fluff at the end

Enjoy<3

It had been a long day for Oliver. He came back to his house and gors to his bedroom to see his boyfriend laying on his bed. He smiled softly dropping his bag down on the ground. He walked over to (y/n) kissing him softly then laying down next to him. “how was work. You seem stressed.” (y/n) said brushing a couple hairs out of Olivers face. “You read me like a book. Well since you asked it wasnt bad, I just got a call from someone who, uhm, i guess you could say they sounded like they were sinking. And i didnt really expect it to be honest. I was pretty embarrased because I wasnt really prepared to handle that today.

(y/n) frowned, as it was something that kinda tugged at his heart strings. He was now not in a good mood. And it wasnbt even Olivers fault. He asked how Olivers day was. He just wasnt prepared for that answer. Oliver could feel the obvious shift in the room. “Whats wrong, I mean i know it bummed me out but i didnt mean for-” “No, dont apologize, nor worry about it.“ (Y/n) cut oliver off. He gave oliver a soft kiss before getting up and going to the bathroom.

(Y/n), as usual, ate dinner with the Otto’s. He did this because his mother worked 3rd shift so it was easier just to eat with his boyfriends family instead of cooking himself. The Otto’s chatted as usual until Taylor brought up how (Y/n) was eating. He hadnt noticed he was eating a little fast, even though he could assume what from. He hadnt eaten a meal since last week. Just water and maybe a fruit before school. “Damn, your messing that up (y/n)“ Taylor said, obviously joking. But (Y/n) felt a nerve struck as he stopped. The dinner table was quiet as they all looked at (y/n). He swallowed his food with a guilty look on his face. Oliver looked at his boyfriend with confusion on why he wasnt talking. (y/n) suddenly stood up amd excused himself to the bathroom. The whole family looked at eachother witg confused facea. They were used to jokes with eachother. What happened now?

It was finally the weekend and Oliver couldnt stop thinking about (y/n) ever since what happened Wednesday. And it was the last time they had talked. Oliver went over to (y/n)’s house. He knocked and there his boyfriend was. “hey!“ Oliver said hopeful. “whats up“ (y/n) said. “can we talk if you dont mind, i dont wanna stand out here and talk because it kinda looks weird.“ Oliver said quickly. And (y/n) moved back so oliver could come in and closed the door behind him. The two sat down on the couch. “What happened Wednesday?“ Oliver askes sincerely. “Uhm nothing, why?-“ (y/n) gets cut off. “Dont bother lying, (y/n/n) I know something was up ever since i told you about what happened to me at work. And i doubt that what i told you was the main thing bothering you“ Oliver said. He placed a hand on (y/n)’s hand and squeezed it. “Talk to me, please.“ Oliver begged hating seeing his boyfriend like this. (y/n) started to break down in olivers shoulder. He sobbed and stayed like that for a couole minutes. Wetting Olivers blue shirt. Eventually (y/n) lifted his head up not looking up at his boyfriend until his boyfriend, Oliver made him look at him. “Talk to me (y/n)“ Oliver asked again. “I just uhm, felt kinda stupid. When i was 11 I had gained weught along side an eating disorder. I really hated the way i looked and at times i do now. And it uhm, got to a point where i had tried to.......“ (y/n) said stuttering. Now everything made sense to Oliver. Thats why he left the dining room, his bedroom, and kinda ghosted. He was embarrased. “Hey, if you dint want to you dont bave to say anymore. I get it“ Oliver said kissing (y/n) softly before holding him and rocking back n forth as he cried. “I just didnt wanna become a burden“ (Y/n) said and It broke Olivers heart a little. The person he truly loved with his whole heart had been through so much and he only knew a little. To hear his boyfriend call hinself a burden hurt oliver himself more than anything. “No. God no youd never be a burden. Thats what i do. And id be damned if i didnt do it for you. Im here for you.“ Oliver said. They cuddled there and they just stayed like that until they fell asleep. From then on Oliver Cherished his boyfriend and wanted to protect him with his whole life. He never wanted to see (y/n) hurt again.

[moonlight-tmd]

Continuation of Bee' ADHD adventures!

There's this thing where some ADHD folks will do a thing and that thing will turn into a big thing and they done a whole lot more before they realize what happened. ADHD Trance per se.

So one time Team Prime left Bee all alone in base cuz they had to do something and he was supposed to stay at home cuz something- maybe an unhealed injury or Bossbot put him on monitor duty or smthn.

So he was sitting alone in base, Sari also went out to assist them with whatever they were dealing with. The others have been nagging at him about cleaning his room for a while and his processor seemed to not stop bothering him about it just now. So he gave in.

He went to his room and started picking stuff up one by one. It didn't do anything. He dropped it and decided to look for something to entertain himself. He did and he noticed few of his things were not arranged the right way. So he started organizing them. Then noticed another thing that needed proper organization, then another... and one by one he organized everything in his room and cleaned out the trash and things that needed to be thrown out.

But it didn't stop there, there were dirty sticky spots he didn't notice before- that needed cleaning. So he got to cleaning. On the trips to and from his room he noticed other things that needed some care...

When Team Prime and Sari came back they noticed stuff was odd. It was... clean. Then they went into the living room and saw Bumblebee cleaning up some spills and organizing thing on counters/shelves. The music on the tv was playing loud and he was incoherently singing along to it. He didn't react when they called out to him, he didn't even seem to notice they were there. It took Prowl going up to him and grabbing his shoulder to notice- or well, let out a short startled scream, jumping and whipping his helm around to see his team standing near the doorway.

"Oh- You're back quick." He said, slightly embarrased at the scream. "'Quick'? We were gone for 4 hours." Optimus was so confused. And so was Bee. He didn't know this much time has passed.... He was even more confused when they mentioned he was cleaning. Huh? When did he-? Did he do that??

So they looked around- Somehow, Someway, Bee has cleaned up the whole base in the time they were gone. And not only his room was clean, every room that was in use was. Even their rooms- Bulkhead's art supplies were neatly stacked and prepared for work. Prowl's room was swept of fallen leaves, the potted plants were all watered. Ratchet's tools were put away and organized. Optimus' report datapads were organized on his desk- by date moreso! The berths were all made, everything that was dirty was washed and floors swept of dirt. The windows were washed too. Trash was taken out and dishes were done. Heck- Bee even managed to fix few of the minor damages around the building that Ratchet took forever to fix.

He did this all by himself. In less than 4h.

And he didn't even remember doing it.

They were all so confused while Sari was wheezing her ass off about it. So yeah, ADHD Trance has weird effects on cybertronians.

...They should leave Bee alone in base more often.

Anywho, is it obvious that i wrote this from experience just now? No? Good.

Update: i just learned the correct term for it. It's called Hyperfocus.

[thealligatornoah]

Falling in love (Riddle edition)

At last, my first fanfic! I'm planning to do this for everyone, and Riddle is the first one. In this series, I'll write a one shot in which the character meets, falls in love and confesses to the reader!

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x male!reader (he/him)

Warnings: None!

Riddle's love for rules developed in a love for control long time ago. That's why the punishments for breaking them are so harsh, he just has to make sure that everything is under his grip of dominion. He needs it, he craves it and he succeeds.

That is until he met (y/n), a non-magical boy his age from another world. Ever since his eyes met Riddle's on the ceremony, the red haired's mind went completely numb. He doesn't understand why, that voice makes his heart shiver, that gentleness turns his face hot, and that overall presence makes him feel things, those which he cannot control.

He is confused, he can't do anything about what he is feeling, but it doesn't bother him at all. To the contrary, those thoughts of hugging (y/n), having his company... Kissing him? He craves that know. These new feelings are so strange, he haven't had any talks about them, the only talks he had with his mother were about girlfriends, not boyfriends, so he thought that what he was feeling was completely platonic until Trey stepped in.

Trey saw his dorm leader talk to (y/n) when he was looking for Riddle. When he noticed the gaze they were giving to each other, one full of the glitter of romance, he had to ask the control obsessed boy.

The vice-leader filled Riddle's cup with tea as he is thinking how to ask him about the matter.

-The new boy, (y/n) (l/n). -Trey finally said as Riddle sips from the cup.

-What about him.

-You seem really infactuated with him.

Riddle almost chokes on his tea when he hears that.

-What do you mean with 'infactuated'?!

Fearing a off with his head, Trey swallowed a bit of his saliva and, keeping his cool, proceeded to keep talking.

-Riddle, you need to talk about what you feel.

Then, what he said was really eye opening to the red haired. He is feeling love for a man, and now his face is burning in a red, hot sensation of embarrasment and realisation. What can he do know? He is completely lost, without a clue of what he can do with this new information.

That was one of the reasons he overblotted that day. All of the wrongdoings of his mother combined with being lost, he just needed Ace to slap on his face to make him explode. In that state, he saw his beloved tearing up with fear as he tried to reason with a berserk version of him, that broke him internally. That with that past strawberry tart incident, he just had to cry everything out.

As he is crying on the floor, a warm embrace accompanied with fingers sliding gently in his hair makes him open his eyes widely. It is (y/n), he is hugging Riddle on the floor, kneeling as he murmurs sweet words to him.

-Don't worry, Riddle, I'm here for you. -(y/n) says to his ear.

Now, the leader knows what to do, he has to confess his feelings.

On one evening, Riddle has to make sure his plan thought with every single detail in mind works out. The first step of this plan was a success: he has (y/n) studying with him in a private yet beautiful part of the Heartslabyul gardens. Now, the second step is ready to start.

-(y/n) -Riddle calls him, recieveing a soft 'mhm?' with a smile in return. 'Great seven, how I love that smile.' He thinks as he tries to keep his cool. -I really like control, I saw it as clear as water when I overblotted.

-Yeah, you really do. But don't worry, you're working on it, right?

-Sure, but did you know I had something I cannot control even before I noticed? -(y/n) looked at him with curiosity as he started trembling and sweating from nervousness.

-Riddle, are you alright?

-(y/n), I-I really... -he sights heavily- Can I... kiss you?

(y/n)'s face matched Riddle's redness as he let the information sink in, this is a dream come true for him, after all. When he agrees, both of the boy's lips click together as (y/n)'s fingers caressed Riddle's hair the same way he did when the leader overblotted. Riddle's embraces his beloved's neck.

-I really like you... -At last, said Riddle when his lips separated from (y/n)'s.

-I like you too. -He corresponded with a smile.

Riddle's love for rules developed in a love for control long time ago. But now he has something he can't have charge of, and he loves it.

[poursomesunaonme]

hello my sweetest beanie. congrats on your milestone!! i love your event idea so much 💕may i request a sakusa drabble for your event?

he loves to use ‘darling’ as a pet name but also can be so sarcastic about it. which makes me think of him as the king of the meet ugly

i’m thinking “itch” as the lyrics and whatever strikes your fancy with sfw/nsfw. thank you bb 💐

GOD I OVE HIM SO MUCH TY PHON !!

cw: friends to lovers, mention of ushiten hehe, smooch, black jackals cameos

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“c’mon, c’mon.” tendo’s in the same boat as you, just rooting for the opposite team. you ignore the red-haired man’s pleas, watching intently as kiyoomi swiftly takes position as the ball makes it to the setter. it’s a perfect pass.

the ball flies straight into kiyoomi’s hand, and with a practiced ease, he lands the hit right in between the players in the back line. the entire crowd jumps up to cheer. from the corner of your eye, you see satori slump down as his boyfriend’s team loses, but you can’t console him now, not when your best friend just won one of the biggest games of his life.

you sprint down the stands, careful not to lose your balance in all the excitement. you know that he had to meet with his team first, debrief and all that, but you couldn’t wait to meet him in the spot he said that he would be after the game, win or lose. you fiddle with the hem of your shirt—a copy of his jersey that he told you to please not get because it’s embarrasing, but you did it anyway. that’s what friends are for, after all.

you hear a rowdy crowd from behind the main doors and suddenly, they burst open, revealing the tangerine head and the legendary setter. they scurry off after waving to you, knowing that you’re kiyoomi’s friend. teammate after teammate file out, but no sight of him. you begin to let out a sigh, but your breath stops as soon as he steps out as the last of his team.

his mask just hands barely underneath his nose when his eyes flit around the scene, landing on you. the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile that’s conveniently hidden behind his mask as he walks over to you. his pace is slow, and you quickly close the distance by sprinting up to him and nearly jumping on him to give him a massive hug.

“congrats!” you all but shriek into his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m… i’m so proud of you.”

the tops of his cheeks redden from above his mask as his eyes flicker away when he grumbles a thank you, but wraps his arms around your waist. the hug is brief, as he doesn’t enjoy too much physicality with anyone, but his hands stay on your hips when you pull back, knowing his boundaries. he looks down at you, then pulls his mask off his ear to reveal a small, proud smile.

“thank you,” he says a little louder, the adrenaline of the game still pumping through him too much for him to keep up a stoic appearance. “thanks for being here.”

“i don’t think satori would’ve let me miss the game,” you breathe, your hands still around his neck. you don’t want to let go, even if he’s sweaty. “but i wouldn’t have missed it for-”

you’re effectively interrupted by his lips crashing into yours. you make a small sound against him, but dont draw away. instead, your grips tighten on each other. everything else melts away, even his teammates turning around to see his the way your jaw hangs open to let his tongue explore your mouth.

“damn, oomi!” atsumu calls before shoyo shoves him out of the door. you pull away from each other as that, kiyoomi’s eyes shining as he looks down on you.

“let’s… let’s get dinner tonight, yeah, sweetheart?”

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[annabelle-creart]

So, I read this post and my mind made POP and I have something to share

Since a some time ago Knock Out and Breakdown were talking about about polygamic relationships, if it was okay, boundaries and everything else, all went okay without more complications than normal, but the war was huge and they got separated

The first one to get in the relationship was from Breakdown's side, a huge bot, really cool, he didn't smile a lot but was a good person, until war killed him and Breakdown had to left him behind

Time passed, nothing out of normal for a pair of bots who were running away for their problems, but the past was faster and decepticons reached, and they had to choose

They chose decepticons, only to mantain alive

Time passed and they were called to Earth to keep the battle against Optimus Prime, during that time they met this tiny but mischevious bot Knock Out had this kind of friendship, he was pretty egotistical, but Knock Out thought he could managed it

He didn't though, when Breakdown dissapeared, Starscream became like a relieve for KO, both got in problems some times, and then resolve it by their own hands, both had weird plans and confabulated only for their benefit, they had a really special relationship, but Starscream was always thinking on himself, it made Knock Out felt tired of it, he really missed his conjux and this idiot he thought was his friend only treated him like garbage, he shouted him up in front of everyone with such an angry face to again, go into himself, Knock Out was not just embarrased but felt betrayed, maybe it was just a friendship but whatever it was, Knock Out wasn't okay with it, he didn't wanted to admit it anymore, but he was happier being alone rather than with anyone in that fragging ship

Time after, it results Breakdown wasn't dead, his spark was tiny by now but was saveable, and against Megatron's will, Knock Out took servos on work and did all as possible to save the bot, it took more time that hoped but slowly, Breakdown made it while Knock Out still tried to take everything that remained of Silas out of him, and then, Meg betrayed decepticons and all of them had to run away to avoid the human cops, including Knock Out's passing to Autobot team to keep Breakdown in secret, who hided on the human world as racer, at least no one knew about him

Finally: vacations, Knock Out was given a pair of weeks to do whatever he wants and invited his conjux to pass time with this bot both chatted with online, a cutie pie, educated, well-behaved, a being of habit, sometimes he got to write of talk about something for HOURS, especially about laws, which wasn't their favorite topic but the way he talked was like enough easy for then to not to lose the thread of the context, Knock Out could also talk for hours and hours and this bot would only listen with care and detail, and Breakdown wasn't a bot of talk much, both could only sit in silence for hours and yet feel the company on the other's presence, it was so peaceful to be with him, but also exciting, and even sweet

He and his family were probably the nicest bots they had met in a lot of time, like if he was just made for them and viceversa

[lichoulychou]

She's dating the gangster au with Gonzo:)

(WARNING: Bullying, cursing, violence, threat of suicide, fake dating, reader wears glasses, ooc! Gonzo, angst, and fluff.)

(Another reminder I'm not fluent in english as its not my first language)

Gangster!Eddie "Gonzo" Gilman x Nerdy! F! reader

I like this song so I recommend listwning to it

How you met:

You had met him when you had transfer to your bestfriends university and in your very first day you had embarrased yourself.

Hey he bumped into you! So why was that your fault? Yes he did bumped into you in the gate of the school while skating and you scraped your knee it knocked out even your glasses and the books in your hands. Instead of him apologizing he had went on in skating, you got pissed off and yelled at him for not saying sorry. Everyone around you stopped what they were doing even him.

Your bestfriend had grabbed your hand and ran inside to save you from more humiliation. You were now scared to be left alone as you could easily be bullied by him or something.

//After you met//

A person had been beeping you in your beeper non-stop and it was getting annoying for you, they kept apologizing for breaking up with you..?

Unfortunately God wasn't on your side that day and the person did not stop even in class, usually they'd stop when school started but this day no. Your teacher had sent you out your beeper interrupting what ever she had been teaching.

But still even out of the classroom it had still been beeping you were confused and scared from whom it was so you immediately waited for your bestfriend.

//Timeskip//

When your last period had ended for break time you finally contacted your bestfriend and told her everything. She'd been shocked and said it was Gonzo that was beeping you not some random guy.

But as she was saying that Gonzo was near you both and he was just standing in the call booth, hoping it wasn't your beeper that he had been sending messages to, unfortunately for you it was. As soon as he had picked up the phone your beeper beeped non-stop.

He had heard it and was now walking towards you so you basically were panicking in the insides now.

Quickly you had stood up and start to try and walk away as he was starting to follow up behind you. He still caught up tho, so you standing up had no purpose at all.

When he catched up he pinned you on a post wall, he held your arm and his hot breath fanning in your ear.

"Hey my ex girlfriend is watching just pretend we have something going on" as he still was pinning you and he covers your mouth for you to not complain.

You didn't really want this all to happen but it seems that it had to. You kept squirming in his hold but to no avail it never really worked

When his ex finally went away, he let go of you and tried to get you to fake date him

You still never agreed.

//Trying to pursue you into his scheme//

See you think he got the memo to leave you alone.

But he didn't and it was starting to turn into a problem for you.

Everywhere you went he tried to go with you or sometimes just following you around, even then his friends start to get in this little scheme of his.

They would torment you to just date him!

It was annoying and it got tiring for you.

Then one day in a rainy day everyone was just gathered in the very front of the university and when you finally caught a glimpse of what was happening.

It was gonzo with a sign hang around his neck and it had said that "It's either you answer me or I k*ll myself!"

You'd thought it was a stupid asshole move of his but it was his life that was on the line here.

So you felt the pressure to just answer him yes..

Then that's how you started fake dating for him to get his ex jealous.

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Hello! I'm gonna have a second part for this but not right now since I have to write more fics! But I'm sure I will come out with it in a few days.. Also this is based on the filipino film "She's dating the gangster!😊

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[pastel-mocha]

Love Confession || Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

genre: hurt/comfort

highschool!yamaguchi x reader (both are in their first year of highschool)

word count: 1054

warnings: none, at least I don't think so:)

A/N: Hey everyone! this is my first story and if course it had to be about yams because he is one of my favourite characters from haikyuu, please let me know if there's any typos/mistakes I wrote this after midnight so I apologise, I ACCEPT SUGGESTIONS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!! <33

Today was finally the day you thought of confessing your feelings to Yamaguchi, You've had a crush on him ever since. middle school.

The summer holidays were just around the corner, if he didn't like you back you wouldn't have to deal being embarrased around him, by the time you would have came back to school your feelings would probably be gone, still it would be very awkward to hang out with him after friendzoning you.

You suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline and that's when you decided it was the perfect time to confess, of course after class was done.

"Class is dismissed, enjoy your lunch" your English teacher said before walking out the classroom's door

You took the notebooks that were laying on your desk and carefully placed them in your school bag, you heard a familiar voice calling out for you

"Y/n, when are you going to confess to Yamaguchi?" The blonde hair girl asked, her eyes filled with curiousity

"Oh about that.. I was thinking today but I don't know if he likes me" you answered your best friend's question

"C'mon Y/n, now you're just overthinking! Don't be negative all of the time" Yachi gave you a reassuring smile

"I am sure he likes you back, You are so awesome, gorgeous and smart how could he not like you? You two look perfect toge-" You cut your best friend off

"Yachi, can we just drop this conversation and act like it never happened?" you were nervous, scared of confessing, what if he didn't like you back? thoughts started clogging up your mind but Yachi stopped before you could have spiralled into your old bad thoughts

"Y/n, you don't have to confess right now, I am always here for you and I can help you" Yachi came forward and hugged you, then someone walked by and whispered

"I know he likes you" You froze once you heard another familiar voice, but you weren't so sure who whispered to you

"What?" You were red as a tomato and your ears started burning

"I wasn't talking to you, dumbass" of course it's Tsukishima

"Then who were you talking to?" You asked while praying he was actually talking to you, and not to your best friend

"I meant to say that to Yachi, sorry Y/n" You felt betrayed, it wasn't Yachi's fault at all

You pushed her away, carefully to not hurt her, grabbed your belongings and stormed out of the classroom, you went to your safe place to calm yourself down

Passing by the gymnasium you saw Yamaguchi, you didn't stop to greet him as you usually did, you continued to walk, the pace becoming faster.

"Isn't that Y/n?" Hinata asked while pointing towards you

"Hm? Sorry, I didn't notice she walked by" Tadashi replied and then proceeded to ask a question

"Do you think she's mad at me? She usually stops by and greets me" the freckled boy said, The other boy could see the fear in his eyes

"Maybe? I dunno, dude this food is so awesome, take a bite!" Shoyo tried reassuring Tadashi, it didn't quite work out

Yamaguchi got up, and walked in the same way you did, eventually he bumped into you, you were laying on the grass, under a cherry blossom tree

"Y/n?" his eyes widened when he saw you teary eyed, you tried rubbing your tears but it was too late, he noticed something was wrong

"Tadashi? What are you doing here?" you asked, though you weren't ready for any kind of confrontation, not now.

"I saw you walking by the gymnasium, and you didn't stop by to chat, I wanted to see if something is wro-"

"Everything is wrong, first I found out that my crush likes another girl, and by another girl I mean Yachi my best friend, I mean there's nothing wrong with her but I am jealous" you take a deep breath and continue to ramble about your feelings

"And now you're here, and yo-you showed up here while I'm crying" he hands you a tissue and allows you to spill your thoughts further.

He doesn't know if he should ask, maybe you will find it offensive and feel upset again

"I wanted to ask some questions about your crush" he quietly said, his voice is truly mesmerising

"Well, he is pretty tall" he cut you off and said

"Let me guess, is it Tsukki?" he giggled at your response

"No, it's not Tsukishima, It's someone else who makes me feel loved, he is really smart and handsome too, he doesn't think so, but I do" you blushed, looking the other way to not face him

"Why don't you confess to him already?" He asked, his green eyes filled with confusion

"Well here it is" you said before taking multiple deep breaths, "Tadashi, I've had a crush on you since middle school and words can't explain how happy you make me, I always wanted to confess to you but never found the perfect opportunity.

But today is different, you may not feel the same and our relationship might be awkward after this, but I can't continue bottling up my feelings" you sighed, your hands are now covering your face "This is so embarrassing" you mumbled, your ears were burning again

"Y/n, i feel the same way about you" his hands pushing yours away from your face, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, your face was red and you looked like you were going to explode anytime soon.

"I hid my feelings from you because I thought you didn't like me" he said with a calm tone, while rubbing the back of his neck

"But, Tsukishima said you like Yachi, you don't have to feel bad for me" you said while Yamaguchi was wiping some of your falling tears away

"Y/n, you really trust Tsukki? That boy loves to tease everyone" he smiled at you, pressed a kiss on your forehead and hugged you tightly

"I will always love you, no matter what happens between us" he said with a lot of confidence and of course you trust him but don't forget to ask one more question

"Promise?" you looked up at him, your eyes full of happy tears, you smiled while waiting for a response

"I promise"

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Reblogs are highly appreciated<33

[merrysithmas]

spock & jim factbook part II

-jim is very forthright and honest with his feelings because he was lied to as a child (birthdays, holidays, ceremonies, and special occasions - dad will be there this time, he promises), spock is reserved and aloof because the truth always seemed like a threat (dad will be there. he promises.)

-jim's mother, winona, used to call her youngest son "captain" as in, "okay captain kirk whatever you say," with the fondest wink, as he'd pop off with the most random facts and excitable ideas for adventure, a regular whiz kid, practically bouncing at her side while they walked up and down the fields checking the growth status of the Federation crops that she, an agricultural engineering science officer, worked on when they visited developing colonies -- after she died on Tarsus, blamed for the famine by the colony's defacto leader, jim was never the same. at his father's side, and in his mother's shadow, he turned inward to his books, stiff nods & blurred pages burying a heart aching with injustice. shakespeare fell away to starfleet code, the kid fell away to the cadet.

-spock and amanda have always been close - what spock doesn't know is the amount of medical experimentation she underwent to conceive spock. until his birth, no vulcan-human hybrids had survived & the process was exploratory at best. hormonal injections, uterine implantation, dna samples, invasive procedures, swallowed embarrasment, public scrutiny and scorn, threats daily from radicalized humans and vulcans alike, medical files "leaked" by alleged friends to publications, and an agonizing labor on a foreign planet which she vowed to call home -- surrounded by as many physicians who saw she and her child as odd scientific curiosities, specimen to observe, rather than people.

-thirteen year old jim had been wrapped up in Federation shock blankets, with the other surviving 8 children from the Tarsus massacre, surrounded by doting medical staff in Starfleet blues and whites. lights fading in and out, rescue teams, noise muddled. the ash of the slain colonists covered the ground like soot - and he couldnt tell the difference between their remains and the blotchy pale fungal spores which destroyed the once flourishing fields of Tarsus. he had been thinking - snow, it looks like snow - and still now he hates winter, hates the cold.

-sam hates how jim avoids family functions at the holidays - why? it's fun! snow flurries, the nephews, the gifts, the decorations, the whole shebang. he and aurelan invite jim every year, but jim is always off on a mission. when he does show he's with another one of his "revolving door partners", sometimes Carol once or twice. he's sullen and somber or testy and competitive - typical Jim. always making a headache of everything.

-nine year old spock gets lost once in the wastelands of the Shi'al province - he had chased I-Chaya out of the open veranda of another one of Vulcan's socialite homes. T'ana, the elderly matron of the honored house, had watched as Spock and his pet unknowingly disappeared into the distant thornfields - saying nothing. humans and vulcans? it was not right. everyone knew it. the logical was irrefutable. to dilute the races is to spell the eventual degredation of vulcan society, one that by Surak, they fought for with every cell in their expansive minds. and should they be better for Spock's loss? then so be it. spock is lost for a whole day, nearly dies from dehydration and exposure. when he is rescued by Vulcan wilderness agents who happened across him, he is brought up to the house covered in burns and thorns, enshrouded in cooling cloths. T'ana makes a show of gratefulness, puts a warm palm on his shoulder - ensuring Spock is in safe hands until his mother arrives.

-michael doesn't understand why Spock hates the Thanar Sea. why? it's everything! the whipping winds across the turquoise waters surrounded by towering peaks of red rock. a resevoir, an oasis, much beloved by Vulcan elite and the masses, a small reprieve from the unrelenting glare of their desert homeworld. Spock sits quietly on the beach, shaded by the reflective sails scattered across the sand for comfort. he closes his eyes in the sun and tries not to think about how it burns, Michael shoving his shoulder, a poke like a thorn, lighten up Spock. lighten up Spock.

-jim sits alone in the mess hall, sometimes food makes him sick. he hates watching other people eat. something about it making him nauseous. but he sits there all the same - making a show of it. happy birthday! happy birthday jimmy! all of the sudden it's Gary and Ben, boisterous and offensively loud, beaming grins, setting down a blazing cake in front of him. he laughs - of course. and his friends make a show of standing on the tables, forcing the crowd into song, and the lab technician Carol slides in across from him - a sharp smile even hotter than the burning candles aimed right in his direction. hey birthday boy. Gary slips out a flask of Romulan, makes a big deal of how he had to pull strings to get this stuff, how can Jim sit here with a stack of books on his birthday? they all laugh. eat up, Professor Kirk, it's your birthday. they swallow down the cake, messy drunken frosting laughter, and end up at a dive bar, a pub, another bar. Gary and Ben have to drag themselves down the barrack halls in the small hours and Carol kisses him, unexpectedly, with a razor sharp want before turning away. Jim closes the door behind him. Finds he is leaning against it as if he needs something to hold him up. something not right. he feels sick again, but it isn't in his stomach. he stumbles to the bathroom, shoves a finger down his throat, and vomits up everything he ate, everything he drank, even the taste of that kiss.

-spock whips the electronic stylus across the room and it explodes with a spark as it hits the wall. an unbecoming show of emotion. studying for his Advanced Quantum Superposition Physics final should be easy. it's all easy for spock. but he's tired, tired because of another Ambassador's dinner the other night, putting on the dollhouse show of his perfect Vulcan family next to his mother, father, Michael, T'Pring, and the curtained space where Sybok should be, declared erased. a reminder should spock ever forget. and now the words on his study PADD keep warping, something familiar and simple becoming incomprehensible and foreign. no, not now. not now when he needs to focus the most. he looks at himself in the mirror across his room, and for an instant swears his ears look different too - snubbed and alien. he brings a hand up to touch them, nearly sneers at his reflection but even that would be an admission of guilt. he looks back to the tablets, his migraine, his exhaustion. but he can feel his reflection like another person across the room -- and it occcurs to him that maybe his mind is not playing tricks on him. it is not L'tak Terai. it is him, incomprehensible and foreign, shape-shifting and unreadable. all of it simply an extension of being Spock.

-Jim sits in the observation deck, head filled with memories of his crew on the Farragut before the incident - trying to forget things he remembers. Spock is there too, on the other side of the dark and soundproof room, a straight-backed figment. he is thinking of red angels and a fading voice - trying to remember things he forgets. it's nearly an hour until Jim realizes someone else is there, across the long expanse in the quiet. Spock looks over, as if the same thought occured to him when he picks up on the sounds of Jim's movement. their eyes meet in the silence, and jim, of course jim, nods his head in the slightest questioning manner. an invitation. Spock stares for a moment - the world on pause in the space between them - before he stands, a long shadow under a sea of stars. settling down beside the Commander he exhales, the stiff-backed posture sinking finally. as if he can't keep it up anymore. jim's lips are pressed tight together, a recognition of the feeling, and he falls back against the bench as well. their shoulders barely touch.

the stars are scattered above and around them like gleaming jewels and the room is pitch black. their chins are tipped up and both gaze, motionless, amazed. atoms in nebulae swirling together to create new worlds.

staring out, both are silent and reverant like children at an altar.

jim breathes out, spock breathes in, jim breathes out, spock breathes in.

perhaps another work of atomic magic.

another lucky strike or miracle.

[joe9cool]

So Good-Joel Farabee- 3

A/N. This is fanfiction, I only own my characters. I do not know or affiliate with anyone on the Flyers. You also do not have permission to post my story anywhere

March 2023

Joel had unsuccessfully managed to avoid Claire after Christmas. She didn’t make it easy one bit.

The teams record was terrible, and while he was doing okay he did feel pain. Maybe he shouldn't have rushed It back. 

He was invited to more team events. Any of them that involved Sean and Laurence Claire was sure to be in attendance. Even though he tried to just keep it to a simple “hi” they always gravitated towards each other, whether it was running into each other, or just somehow getting involved in another conversation that turned into them two geeking out over liking the same thing. 

It was becoming noticeable to everyone the torch Joel carried for her. So much so that Morgan was teasing him one night, and Joel was trying to sweep it under the rug.

“ She is just cool to talk to. I have no interest in her, if anything I just think It's weird that she Is at all of these team events.” He told Morgan in their hotel room while they were on the road. “Like is she purposely Trying to bag an NHL player?”

“Well Scott said she's been around the team since she was a teen. So the older guys looked at her like a sibling. However, the younger core like us? They have been trying.”

Joel nodded, feeling bad about shit talking the girl he was obsessing over. He finally had the nerve to request her on Instagram and she had accepted within the hour. Joel had scrolled through all of her photos, dating back since her high school days. 

He might have even accidentally liked and unliked a few. 

Her recent photos were from Flyers games, her schoolwork, friends and of course that douche she called a boyfriend. Luke was tagged in her photos but his profile was set to private, and he didn’t really care to be following him.

Joel learned alot about her and her life. She was very athletic, obviously playing hockey. But he didn’t know that she was a good player, even almost making the Canadian Women’s Olympic team. She got a full ride to Princeton which meant she was a fucking genius. 

Despite their four year age difference, they had a lot in common with music tastes, hobbies, jokes. Joel had her in stitches the first night, and her laugh was like scoring a overtime goal.

Even though he did everything possible to avoid her, she was still in the back of his mind like the drills he ran through on the ice. He wondered what she was doing, and was she happy? Though she expressed her emotions on Christmas her social media painted a different picture with her stories of her and Luke on vacation during spring break. She looked beautiful, and appeared to be happy. 

He couldn’t watch the rest of them.

Joel was driving to the rink when the radio, set to whatever station he left it on was playing Halsey and for some reason he paid attention to the lyrics

Talking wildly out of context

I wish things were different

But I’ll never know

When you left I bet you held her body closer

And I was hoping you would tell her it was over

you’re all I think about and everywhere I look

I know its bad, but we could be so good.

Joel found himself singing the lyrics, and picturing him and Claire. Until he realized he was stalling at a green light, and the blare of a car horn startled him.

“Fuck this song” He muttered, embarrased despite no one else being in the car. 

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“Fancy seeing you here!” Claire looked up from her laptop from her private booth to smile at the hockey player. “Ha! I knew you were a starbucks fan, but who would have thought that out of the million ones in the city you visit the one I like to work at.”

Joel smiled. “You live in Haddonfield, why are you in Philly?” 

“I work at Temple, I am hybrid,I was working from home but my mother was off and thinks that I am doing nothing on my laptop so she kept trying to bug me about helping her with a new recipe for the restaurant. Which is fine, if I didn’t have students coming to my virtual office hours to discuss the last exam before the final” She shook her head. “God now I know the hell I put my TA’s in school when I was in undergrad.”

He laughed “Scratching the back of his head. “Yeah I definitely sent some panic emails about missing an assignment when I was in school”

“Are you busy?” He shook his head. “You want to join me?” I have one more meeting and then I just have to grade essays, but I have been here since 7am and I could use some companionship, if you don’t mind?”

Every fiber in Joel’s body screamed that it was a bad idea and that he should make up some excuse to escape, but of course he did the very thing that got him in trouble time and time again. “I’d love to join you.” He sat in the both across from her and sat his coffee down amongst all of the paperwork. “So you have a Bachelors in Psych from Princeton, and your Masters is from Temple correct?”

She nodded as she took a sip from her Coffee. “Yep. My Masters specializes in abnormal psychology. I research on how childhood trauma and the correlation of Mental disorders as an adult.”

Joel was Impressed. “Yeah I don't know anything about that.” He confessed And she laughed. “Does that mean you analyze every single thing about people and their childhoods?”

“At first I did,but I learned to shut that part of my brain off when I'm not working. I'm going to be a professor, not a psychologist.” She paused. “I was actually looking at research coordinator positions at the local hospital.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You just said you wanted to be a professor.”

“Yeah, but it takes a while, and student teaching doesn't really help pay my portion of the bills, and Luke thinks research is more stable.

“but you are in your PhD Courses? And he only has a bachelors” Joel thought about it. “I shouldn't even be talking. I took like a half of semester of courses”

“Boston College is a good school and you got in. I didn't even get in.”

“Only because of hockey.”  He admitted. “I'm not the smartest guy.”

“Everyone is smart in some way. You're hockey smart, I'm smart in psychology. Luke is smart in finances and excel sheets. Me? I can't even do a basic cell function or whatever it's called. Luke always makes Fun of me.”

Joel internally groaned at the mention of that douche's name “He sure seems fun to be around.”

Claire smiled. “He Is. He Is just stressed about work and all that, but he has tons of hobbies. Luke loves music and playing guitar. In fact, my office he wants to turn it into his guy hangout slash music room”

“Well where would your office be?” She shrugged. “probably in the basement”

Did she hear herself? Joel wondered. she continued. “We are going to Mexico next week while I'm on spring break. So it will be nice to get away and not think about work. But I gotta get these exams graded and into Blackboard.” 

She pulled out a stack of papers. “Unfortunately my mentor doesn't believe in scantrons. so I'm probably gonna be here for a while.”

“Want some help?” He volunteered. “I mean as long as you have a key I can refer to seeing as the test looks multiple choice.”

She smiled. “there's two essay questions. You can do the multiple choice and I will do the essay part.”

For the next hour Joel graded the tests. He had to admit, he was learning alot about Clinical psychology and how the brain worked. There were anatomy based questions and he kept asking Claire about certain topics. She had a natural ability to teach. She was patient and understanding, and happy to go over things he couldn't grasp.

“You know you had asked me in high school what I wanted to be a teacher would be the last thing on my mind.” She laughed.

“What did you want to be?” She thought about it. “Honestly I thought maybe I would be a doctor in sports medicine. But I wanted to play hockey, and unfortunately the women's league didn't develop until I was well into college.”

“Why didn't you just do pre Med?” Joel asked. She shrugged. “Well I fell in love with psychology and I loved to tutor others, plus I'm not gonna lie, I got used to summers off to go home and visit family in Canada.”

“Ahhh” Joel nodded. He couldn't imagine working a 9-5 during summers. “Yeah my mom's a nurse, and summers were her busiest months. I don't blame you.”

“My mom wanted me to be a nurse. I said no way. I admire your mom.” Claire smiled and once again his heart soared.

Once again he knew..

He was royally, totally fucked

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“Hey babe. How was work?” Claire smiled as she came in the door to her and Luke's home. Lugging in a bunch of groceries for tonight's dinner. Luke was at the kitchen counter and barely looked up from his phone. “It was good. Sellers closed the deal on a major account. So I'll get a nice bonus for Mexico next month. By the way, you still need to zelle me your portion.”

She nodded. “I know, I just paid my car note and Insurance and my half of the bills.”

“I get that, but I'm not made of money here.” Claire rolled her eyes. Luke made three times her salary and was able to purchase a house while she was barely scraping by. Of course she couldn't tell him that because he would only say ‘well you should have majored in something more useful’

“Says the guy who just bought a custom car” She muttered under her breath. Luke didn't catch the insult due to still being on his phone. 

“Can you help me put the groceries away?” She heard laughter and turned to face her boyfriend “What's funny?”

He finally looked up. “What? Oh it's just my coworker sending me a meme.”

“What's the meme?”  He brushed it off. “It's office talk. Come on, I'll help you unpack.”

The rest of the night was filled with laughter as Claire saw Luke become the person she fell in love with almost six years ago. She understood that someone couldn't be perfect one hundred percent of the time, she just wished he could see that things could be great if he wasn't so wrapped up in the pressures of having a high powered job. If he could only take a break and reset, then they could work on their relationship and be on the right track.

She just hoped that he saw that when they went to Mexico 

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“Hey hey hey!” Claire smiled and greeted everyone as she took her seat in the suite. 

Today was opening day for the Phillies and Joel, being a big fan, had sent out a massive group text To everyone inviting them to the suite he rented out. Joel texted Her separately saying she can invite Luke and some friends.

It was sweet, And Claire appreciated it. She wasn't stupid, she knew the younger man had a crush On her. It was innocent, and he had never pushed it on her. It was very cute, and him being a hockey player he would get over it as soon as he found someone else.

She had asked Luke, which in turn he had brought along his friend Michael and his girlfriend Ashley. 

As Claire was talking to Laurence and bouncing a crabby Ella in her arms she looked over to see Joel stealing glances at her. She smiled and he began to blush. 

Laurence saw the entire exchange and held in a chuckle. Sean had told her about The barbecue last year and how Joel was very hung up on Claire, and she certainly noticed how Joel was attached to her friend's side at the Christmas Party.

It was a harmless little crush, one that she and Claire had laughed off during a girls night. Her best friend was always a pretty girl, and always had guys into her. Once she became an adult it was no secret that some of her husband's younger teammates had tried their luck. But Claire swore she would never cause an awkward situation for Sean. 

Then she had met Luke, who at first Laurence thought he was a nice guy, and Claire had described him as such. Truth be told, everyone thought they were going to be married. But it was obvious something had Shifted that it may not be in the cards. When the topic of marriage had come up Luke was way too eager to  change topics. 

Then there was the buying of lavish things. Sure he had bought The home and Claire moved in. But that was about it, and he just kept adding more and more gadgets.

last summer when Chloe and Scott got married. Chloe had the bouquet toss and when Claire had caught it, Luke had run off and while everyone was laughing, Laurence had seen the pain in her friends eyes.

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“Dude, who is that by Claire?” Luke looked up from his plate to see his girlfriend standing and talking with one of the hockey players.. Justin? Joe? He turned to face his friend and his girlfriend. “I don’t know his name, he is Sean’s teammate, I think he is the one who got the suite for all of us.”

Michael huffed. “Yeah and it looks like he didn’t want anyone here but her.”

Luke snorted, taking a sip of his beer. “He fucking wishes. Dude looks like he can't even lift a chick weight.”

Michael shrugged. “I'm just saying, Claire is stunning and a cool girl.”

“So? He can pull out the moves all he wants. She's going nowhere.”

All of the sudden the topic of conversation came Over. “Who's going nowhere?” She looked between both men

Luke was Quick. “This bitch at our office.”

“What makes her a bitch?” Claire immediately got defensive, not liking guys referring To a woman as a bitch”

Luke shrugged. “She's just a moron, and is not nice. Not everything has to be a social justice warrior argument dear” He spoke condescendingly.

“Okay well your attitude isn't needed” Claire equipped. Then she looked at Michael. “Oh I almost forgot to show you the new tattoo Noah did on my thigh.”

“Oh shit yeah! Did he get my design?” She nodded. “Yeah I stopped by the studio Yesterday and he was drawing It up.”

“You know Claire. I wish you would stop getting tattoos. It looks trashy.” Luke Interfered. Claire frowned. “I only have three. And you have a tattoo!”

“Yeah, one that is meaningful. You just get them to get them. When we go out to dinner with my boss I don't think he'd be too keen on seeing them. He's a classy man.”

“And I'm not a classy person because I have tats?” She raised her voice and Luke looked around. “We will discuss it later. Right now you're making a scene” 

She took a deep breath, feeling eyes on her. “You're right. But this isn't Over” She cautioned Her boyfriend and walked away. 

the Phillies scored a home run, and everyone's attention was now on the field.

However, one pair of eyes never Left Claire.