#he said he was heading home from work and made a joke abt not making it home alive bc of the roads

[guinevereslancelot]

talking stage is the worst. just want to be securely in love already 😔

[irndad]

don't date coworkers- s.r.

a/n: i literally wrote this very fast and also i hope you like it pls go easy on me!!! reader has a policy they don't date coworkers. spencer is so angsty abt that !! also sorry for dropping a new fic at 2am LOL wc: 1.7k

She’s really, really good at talking to people. 

It’s one of the many traits Spencer adores about her. She moves through crowds with ease, and she can charm her way into any piece of information from whatever city cop they need a favor from. She integrated into the team faster than anyone could’ve expected. This is a strength not all profilers have- they know what it takes to know what makes someone appealing, but rare is the ability to be as charismatic and charming as she is. 

She’s good at talking to him.

She’s worked at the BAU for about a year now. 13 months, 7 days and 8 hours since she walked through the doors of the bullpen for the first time, beaming at him for the very first time. Give or take. 

Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew that he was in love with her. He’s halfway certain she does, and is being too polite to mention it. Normally, Spencer is incredibly regimented about boundaries. While the BAU is his family, and there’s no real way to deny that, he knows that he’s less than ideal to go out with. He’s stocky and he never cuts his hair (even though she swears it’s cute longer) and he’s an awkward guy- gangly and tall and just ill-fitting to be part of the scenery of her life. 

It’s a Friday, and a rainy one at that. It’s one of the blessed ones where they don’t really have a case, just paperwork to catch up on, reports and her desk faces a window. 

Normally, when Spencer gets his work done (a good four hours before everyone else on a paperwork-only day), he’d head out. Catch up on whatever Russian novel he’s been chipping away at- but she’s here, and he’s made her favorite tea. 

“I thought you could use a treat,” he says, walking over to her desk. She looks up at him, brushing overgrown bangs, “It’s not really a great one, but I’ll get you some scones on the way to mine, yeah?”

She looks up at him, dropping her pen and focusing entire energy on him. He feels a bit overwhelmed, like an ant under a magnifying glass. 

“Did you know that I adore you, Spence?” 

He is very much not aware. No amount of her saying it will ever make him know. She takes a long sip from the mug. He knows how much honey she likes in it. He studies how she looks, eyes closed serenely, completely invested in what he’s given her. 

“You’ll be taking her home, pretty boy?” Morgan snickers, in a not altogether unkind manner. 

“Fuck off,” she says kindly, not taking her eyes off of Spencer as she rebuffed Morgan’s teasing. 

“Easy, easy,” Morgan laughs, “I’ll leave your boyfriend alone.”

If she has anything to say to that, it doesn’t come out then. 

He’s still bright red, though. Morgan is amused, and Spencer knows that she really, truly adores Morgan. Spencer loves him too, but it would be nice if he laid off the jokes. 

She doesn’t date coworkers. 

He knows this because of the first time they’d met, when he’d been walking in carrying a croissant for Garcia and a coffee for JJ, and saw what can only be described as a truly ridiculously beautiful woman in the bullpen. 

She’d been leaned back, smiling openly as Morgan tossed some random pick-up line towards her. He remembers it now like he can still hear it, her lilting lovely voice carrying just the right amount of warmth to make this not sting, or at least sting as little as possible. 

“I’m sorry, Derek,” she had said, “I make it a point not to date coworkers.” 

Which of course is fine. She can date whoever she wants, and it’s a good policy to have personally. And Spencer’s never really be the kind of guy who excelled at getting dates. He knew from the first minute that he saw her that even if she didn’t think that way… well, it wouldn’t be him, who she picked. 

Now, they are very close. So close that she drives him home from work every Friday. Which usually includes staying at his shitty apartment and watching VHS tapes of documentaries and Doctor Who. 

He wants to kiss her every Friday. All, the time, really. It’s kind of plaguing him. Clearly, she likes hanging out with him. Something about him is appealing. It’s foolish to assume that it’s more than friends, especially for someone like him to be with someone like her. 

She doesn’t date coworkers. 

“I made sure the film tonight has subtitles!”

“Are you saying film because this film is foreign, Spence?”

“I promise it’s worth it!” He says excitedly, “And they’re really done well. You won’t have to have me whisper the translations to you in real time!”

“I didn’t mind that,” She laughs then, a real laugh, “but I’m glad we’re getting to hang out tonight.”

It’s funny- they’ve done this so, so many times, but he never stops being thrilled. 

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Sometimes, when the summer air is forgiving enough, they walk home from the office. She takes the train in, and they walk back to his place. Tonight is one of these nights, and god- she looks lovely. She’s tied her blazer around her waist, and the sunset hits her face in that gorgeous baroque painting kind of way. 

“You’re very pretty,” he hears himself say before he can stop it. He’s endlessly pleased when she preens at the praise. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, Doctor,” she says, shoving her hands into her pockets, a nervous gesture. He wants to hold those hand, intertwine her lovely delicate fingers with his bony wispy fingers. 

“You’re being nice to me,” he says, looking down at his shoes. They’re stupid. He should wear loafers, or some other shoe that doesn’t make him like half-child half-geek. 

“I’m being accurate, actually,” she says she bumps his shoulder. 

She’d be a wonderful girlfriend. He lives in the world this can happen quite often, in his fantasy. She laughs at his jokes and tells him he’s kind, and good, and she means it. He’s lucky to have this much of her- more than anyone else on the team! Spencer knows he’s her favorite. The way she’s looking at him now, how she give-up her Fridays to spend with him, on his ratty couch, how she always listens. Whenever they're both on the jet and he falls asleep, he always wakes up with a blanket on him. She's so good at loving people.

Being her favorite on the team does not mean he’s in the running to be a boyfriend. But he’d fucking want to be. He’d be a good boyfriend. Spencer, he’s gone so far for her. He fantasizes about getting her flowers that have symbolic meaning.

“Are you okay, boy-genius?”

“I’m better than okay. Do you want popcorn?”

She wants popcorn. He sets the movie up, and she gets comfortable on his couch, curling up with his purple felt blanket, and his mind betrays him with unhelpful images of what it might look like if she was his, if this is what he came home to. 

Don't picture welcome home kisses, or movie nights or being wanted. Don't.

It’s very, very hard to focus on the movie.  

She’s touchy, with him. He’s not sure if it’s because she could never see him as her boyfriend, but he’s grateful as she leans her head on his. She smells like peonies. When the credits roll, they stay like that for minute- her head on his shoulder and one of her legs thrown over his. 

He wonders, not for the first time, if she feels the same way about him. If things were just..different, then they’d be kissing under the haze of his TV right now, if he’d know what that chapstick she carries with her every day tastes like. 

“Do you ever wonder what it’d be like if we met under different circumstances?” he says, once time passes and he speaks instead of thinking.

“Hmm?” She hummed, relaxed eyes flitting their gaze over to him.

“Like, at a bar or something.”

“But you hate bars.”

“That’s why I said or something!”

Her lip juts out adorably, “But then I wouldn’t get to see you in your element.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, resting his neck on the top of the cushion. The AC is a little too much in the room. He wonders if she’s cold. “But who knows. Maybe we’d date, or something.”

It’s the dumbest thing he’s ever fucking said. Both because it was a dumb way to say it, but because it was an advance. He feels white hot shame lick at his spine when he looks at her, and hears her laugh. 

“I don’t think so, Spence.” 

“No,” shitshitshit, “I didn’t mean-“

“I mean, if you don’t want to date me now, I don’t think meeting at like, Whole Foods would’ve been the difference maker.”

It’s then he hears it- the piece he couldn’t place in her voice, when she gets like this. It’s being resigned. 

“What are you talking about?”

“C’mon, Spence,” she says, another bitter chuckle coming through, “You know how I feel. I haven’t exactly beens subtle.”

“But you don’t date coworkers. You have a rule.”

She looks at him with no recognition of what he’s saying. 

“No, because you told Morgan that, it’s the first thing I ever heard you say.”

“Yeah, but-“

“And yes, okay, you’ve been my favorite person almost as long as I’ve known you and yes, I would fucking love for you to be my girlfriend, but that was your rule!”

“You want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Obviously!”

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything else before, well- before she’s kissing him. More aggressive than that, really. Crawled onto his lap, arms around his neck, and where she leads Spencer is all too happy to follow. His body is not great at moving on instinct, but his whole nervous system feels alive- the weight of her in his lap, the feel of her waist under his fingers, the way he’s allowed this. It feels like such a pleasure, hedonistic in a way he’s never, ever been allowed to experience.

“You had a rule,” he says dumbly when she pulls away. His lips are wet. He’d like to go back to kissing, thank you very much. 

“You’re the exception, to every rule, Spencer.”

When he kisses her again (which he’s allowed to do now, holy fuck) Spencer decides he’s going to spend the rest of all time earning that status. 

[arminsumi]

"what if nanami saw you like this?"

💗 hubby!GOJO さとる

note : feral trashy smut 🫡

summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(

warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny

juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.

so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."

and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.

gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."

anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....

his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.

he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.

He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.

"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.

and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.

"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"

"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"

"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."

he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.

"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.

"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.

"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"

he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.

"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."

[strawberrywonz]

Mean? I haven't even shown you mean.

Genre : Smut !

Person mentioned : Park Sunghoon x F!reader !

Warnings : Man handling (at the end), ruined orgasm, name calling (bitch, whore, princess), spanking, fingering, implied sex, reader "accidentally" sits on heeseungs lap, lmk if i missed anything !

Saturday night. You and Sunghoon had gone out to get drinks with you and his friends, it was fun. But oh how you wish Sunghoon would just take you home and fuck you already, so you had to do something. Sitting on Heeseungs lap by accident or laughing a little too hard at Jakes jokes. He gave you that little look when he gets mad, telling no not telling you demanding you to stop. But you didn't listen and kept meddling about and doing what ever you liked.

He was pissed. Fucking pissed, like really. On the drive back home he hadn't said a word except for a little cussing cause there was traffic and people didn't know how to drive on the park way (real life events 😭). When he parked the car he got out, not bothering to open up the door for you. He walked up the steps to your house unlocking the door, walking inside and taking his shoes off. You didn't say a word also getting in the house taking your shoes off. "I want you upstairs. Now. Clothes off, and bent over the fucking bed." You look at him, confused. "Am I speaking french? Get the fuck up there and do what I said." He chuckled. You go upstairs, scared? Excited? Nervous? You couldn't tell what you were, al you knew was you were fucking soaked from the way he spoke to you.

He walks up the steps, his top unbuttoned. "Look at you, so pretty. What a shame you don't fucking listen." He spanks your ass, not once but three times. You let out a whimper, he just laughs. "What? Want hoonie to give you what you want?" You nod your head, he just shakes his head. "Please hoonie.. im sorry.." you let out, almost sobbing. He looks at you mockingly, "Shut up, I didn't ask you to speak bitch. Being a fucking whore in front of my friends, sitting on heeseungs lap? Fucking spilling out your tits to jake? Thought I wouldn't notice huh? It's like you're asking to get punished." You just put your head into the pillow, he sinks his fingers into your cunt. "Fucking your dripping.." You let out a moan, pushing your hips back against him. "Don't move princess, it'll be worse for you."

"You're being so mean hoonie.." you whimper out, his fingers working inside you. his fingers pushing against your spongy walls, leaving you moaning and whimpering. "Mean? I haven't even shown you mean." Thats when you knew you fucked up, big time. His fingers were still thrusting inside you, hitting that spot that made you whimper like crazy. It felt so good it had you mumbling incoherent phrases and words, had your legs trembling. You were just about to cum but Sunghoon knew you too well. He pulled out his fingers and roughly turned you onto your back, looking down at you.

"So fucking pretty, im gonna ruin you."

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Okay uhm !! Sorry for leaving u guys w a cliff hanger but if u want part 2 lmk cs ill be more than happy to make it !! so 😭 n pls leave some reqs cs i dont know what to write abt . ><

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Oh baby my baby you're in your seventies and can't beat the dementia allegations

Can you say "Jesus Christ ell could you make a longer tilte"? And I'll tell you yes I could've but I didn't for your comfort you're welcome btw

Barbie dolls: Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

Word: 2.9k

Summary: uh right so you were with five during the apocalypse and then it's like set in season 2 but you like forgot all about your life and shit and five findz you and yada yada it's cute I think

Warnings: I said you were born is 2006 BUT IT MAKES SENSE I DID MATH FOR THIS OKAY OKAY YOU GUYS ARE THE SAME AGE, I made a timeline if you need it, you're married to him, five makes a half joke Abt you being an escapee from the insane asylum, it's a lil sad bc Five loves you and you don't even remember him but whatcha gonna do?, you ogle a stripper/burlesque dancer I KNOW THEY AREN'T THE SAME BUT LEAVE ME ALONE I DODNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE, five ogles a stripper/burlesque dancer, open ended ending bc I got tired of writing about a season we've all already watched, that's it I think

Something has always felt off. You couldn’t remember anything before five months ago. There were faces around town that made you tilt your head because you were sure you knew them. Even the people you lived with hadn’t met you before five months ago. They found you standing on the sidewalk down some road, looking around like you’d never even seen a town before. They let you in. You got a bed and a roof all for free. They were taking care of you out of the goodness of their heart. You didn’t have the guts to not give them anything back so you got a job within your second month of living there. 

It was a fine job. You worked in a diner. It wasn’t anything crazy. It had milkshakes and a fine paycheck. It had red booths and a box pattern on the floor that you pretended was hopscotch when it hit a lull. Sometimes customers were rude but you spit in their food sometimes so you considered the world balanced. It was just a diner in the simplist terms. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

Something about it all just seemed off. You’d get songs stuck in your head that no one knew. You’d get Deja vu about things you couldn’t place. You’d see people stare at you like they knew you and when you walked by they seemed sad. You didn’t know who they were. You’d get this feeling like you missing something. You were homesick for a home you couldn’t remember. 

You were currently listening to your coworker telling you about his day as you scribbled into your server pad. You had a flower in the bottom corner and you were starting a new spiral. The bell above the door rang. You kept listening to your coworker. 

“Sit anywhere you’d like and we’ll be right with you.” You said, eyes still on the pad. Your coworker paused his spiel. You looked up from the pad to see what made him stop. A man who appeared to be your age walked straight across the diner floor. He was in a school uniform that you didn’t recognize and his eyes were set on you. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the counter in front of you. He sat in the barstool right across from you and smiled at you. He looked you up and down before sighing. 

“Hi.” He said it like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It sounded like he was seeing an old friend again. His face gave you that same sick stomach feeling. You tilted your head, staring at his face to see if you could place it. Nothing. 

“What can I get you started with?” Your coworker said, picking up your slack. The man glanced over at your coworker and rolled his eyes before looking at you again. 

“Have we met before?” You asked, leaning onto the counter to give him your full focus. His smile fell a little, sitting back. He gestured to his chest subconsciously. 

“You don’t- you don’t remember me?” He asked, looking hurt. You shook your head. 

“No, I had a mishap five months ago. I can’t rember anything before that, so if we’ve met I’m sorry I’ve forgotten.” You said, shoving your server pad into your apron. The man’s eyebrows furrowed. He hummed. 

“That is horrific news.” He muttered. You shrugged. 

“Yeah.” 

“Well, I’m not sure what to do now.” He said, looking down at the counter. 

“You could order and I’ll give you my number before you leave so you can call me and maybe reinform me?” You said. The man looked up and nodded. He sighed and tapped the counter. 

Days later he was standing in the bedroom that was temperaily yours with a blackboard behind him. He turned to the blackboard writing something at the top. He pulled back and let you read it. ‘Your life for the past 50 years’ You snorted at his joke, looking over at him to see if he was laughing too. Your smile fell at the very serious look in his eyes. You tilted your head to the side. He pressed his lips together and shrugged. 

“Right, first things first. You’re in your seventies.” He said, clapping his hands together. You stared at him, realizing you might have let a crazy man into your home. 

“Right. You can tell by my loafers and shaw.” You muttered. He shrugged. 

“Second thing my name is Five.” You actually laughed at that. You had officially let a crazy person into your home. You leaned back on your bad, staring at the ceiling to laugh harder. 

“Course I’m seventy, and your name is Five. What’s next you’re going to tell me you’re a time traveler?” You joked, snorting again at your own joke. “Five” avoided your eyes and sighed. You gasped. 

“You are going to tell me you’re a time traveler.” You said, staring at him in shock. He turned back to the blackboard. His hand shot out, making a line across the board. “Five" drew a small vertical line at the start. You heard the chalk writing and then he pulled back. On top of the vertical line was ‘Birth (2006)’. Your eye twitched. 

Hours later the board was full to the max, Five was breaking a sweat, and you felt like your head was going to explode. You stood from the bed, pacing back and forth as Five pulled off his top blazer and rolled up his sleeves. He really was selling the substitute teacher look now. You huffed and faced him. 

“So just to recap, We got stuck in the apocalypse for 45 years. Then we were hired by basically an assassination team. Then we time traveled back to the ‘present’ which at the time was 2019. Then we didn’t stop the apocalypse and time traveled again so we didn’t all die. Your time travel shit knocked my memories out of my ear or whatever. We got trapped in the 60s and you just got here. There are 5 other people in this town who are also time travelers. You and your siblings have superpowers. And there’s another apocalypse coming. Is that right?” You said, counting on a finger at each new event. Five hummed, tapping the chalk against the side of his face and turning back to the board. He looked at the chalkboard covered in white lines. It was honestly hard to look at and you were curious as to how either of you were still standing up right. Five clicked his tongue. 

“Oh! Also, we’ve been married for decades. Coming up on 36 years or something along those lines. It’s a little hard to keep track with all the time travel but once I get my hands on a calendar I can let you know specifics.” Five said, adding another note to the board. You stared at him for a moment. He turned around and gave you a small smile. 

“Well, isn’t that wild? What a life huh? You know not to be rude but if all of this is true, and that’s a major if, why would I want to go back to a life like that? I mean running from apocalypses, apocalypsi? Ends of the world. Actually, I'm an assassin. I know it’s a lame life but I think I’d rather work at the diner.” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed again. Five chewed on his lip, setting the piece of chalk down. He settled next to you sighing on his way down and making you believe the 70-year-old spiel a little more. 

”If you want to stay here, you can. I won’t stop you. I’m not going to force you to come with me. I just want to remind you that your life here would only last 10 more days.” He said. It was subtle and quiet but you heard the break in his voice at the end of his talk. You hummed and stared at the carpet. You looked over at him to see a dusty white patch on the side of his face. His head was dipped down like he was trying to hide the fact he was crying. You reached over and wiped the chalk off the side of his face. Five turned his head away from you, wiping at his eyes. When he faced you again you were holding out a tissue to him. He pulled back, staring down at the tissue. 

“Where’d you get that?” You scoffed, waving it at him. He snatched it out of your hand. 

“Stop asking me questions, I’m clearly in a fragile mental state. I just learned I’m 70 and married, it’s a lot to take in. Especially now that I know I have to help stop the end of the world for the second time apparently.” You muttered, looking back at the carpet. Even though when you first walked into the room you felt like you were going to throw up just looking at the color now you thought you might miss it. Five sat up. 

“You’re not staying?” He whispered, scared if he pulled his tone up you’d change your mind. 

“Well, I don’t know you. I used to. And when I did, I trusted you enough to marry you. And not divorce you for the thirty years after that. I think if I had my memories, I’d trust you enough to follow you to the end of the world.” You said. Five sighed and looked at your lips. You had no idea what it felt like to stare your lover in the eyes and see unrecognization staring back at you. You felt an awkward pain of ‘I don’t really care but I should’ hit your heart. You leaned back and reached your hand out. You awkwardly patted his shoulder. He pressed his lips together and nodded. 

“Yeah, it’s you. It’s still you.” He muttered before standing up. He held his hand out towards you. You looked between his face and hand, staying seated. 

“Right.” Five dropped his hand and spun around towards the door. He gestured over his shoulder to follow him. You looked at the chalkboard and assumed he didn’t care enough to fix it. You followed after him. 

“Where are we headed?” You asked once you were both halfway down the street from your temporary home. You should’ve asked earlier but you were focused on keeping pace with him. Five glanced at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Strip club.” He said blatantly. You clapped your hands together once. 

“Ah. What was I thinking? Of course, we’re going to the strip club. Perfect first date if you ask me.” You said, waving your arms in the air. As a lady in short heels and a blue dress walked past you, you spoke to her. “Where are you off to? We’re off to the strip club! I think I’ve associated myself with a madman!” You said, shaking your head around and throwing your hands up. Five reached back for you, pulling you away by your elbow. The woman looked at you both with disgust as she slowly walked backward away from you both. 

“So sorry. They’re an escape from the asylum. I’m taking them back now, pay it no mind.” Five said. He gave the woman a polite smile. You turned back to him gasping and holding your finger up. 

“That’s what the P in Marsha P. Johnson stands for!” You said, facing ahead again. “Oh, how I love that woman.” You muttered. Five kept his attention on the woman. 

“See? They’re making up historical figures. Cuckoo.” He waved his finger around next to his ear and faced the front again. You smacked his shoulder. He pulled you away faster, picking up his pace. 

Initially you thought he was kind of kidding when Five said you were going to a strip club. But you were now starting to realize you should stop assuming he’s joking about things. You sighed in the rather uncomfortable chair as you both sat near the stage. Your chairs were pressed together, by Five no less. The second you made it inside he was shoving a chair up against the other one, the armrests pressing into each other. You watched the lady on stage, wondering how much money she was making and wondering how hard burlesque would be to pick up. Five leaned over the arm of his chair, his hand hovering over his mouth as he spoke into your ear. 

“You know this isn’t our first date right? Not even a date really.” Five said, watching you intently as you turned your head to face him. You were so close you could easily count the number of hairs forming his peach fuzz on his face. You didn’t because that would be a waste of time but you could. You shrugged. 

“I mostly said it as a joke but yes I would assume our first date wasn’t to burlesque. Seeing as it was the apocalypse.” You said, shaking your head and looking back to the woman. You thought of dropping the conversation but knowing the specifics of your relationship would be so nice. 

“What was it though? For research.” You added an excuse like he didn’t fully know you were lying. Five shrugged and stared at the floor. 

“We had a table and chairs made out of these rocks we found. It was hard work getting it set up but we had an apocalypse dinner. Which basically consists of Twinkies and other food that cannot perish no matter how hard it tries. It was actually quite nice. We didn’t really have a whole lot of time to just be normal people so even just sharing a Twinkie over our rock tables felt refreshing. Our dates after that were really just us sharing the same dirt pile as our bed and keeping each other alive. Then when we got back to 2019 I actually took you for a half-decent date. We went out and got takeout from the greasiest place imaginable and ate it at my father's extremely expensive table.” When he spoke a smile met his face like an old friend. He kept his eyes on the floor because he knew even though you were sitting next to him you wouldn’t return the nostalgia ridden smile. 

“You really loved me. I can’t believe I just realized that because you talked about Twinkies.” You said, looking at the floor like it could feel your surprise too. Five hummed. 

“I love you, not loved. It’s not in the past.” Five said, staring at you to make sure you saw the severity. You furrowed your eyebrows when your stomach swarmed. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I wish I could tell you I love you back but I don’t know you in that way. I don’t even remember your favorite color.” You said. Five hummed and rubbed the side of your cheek with his thumb. 

“It’s okay. I know you love me, even if you can’t remember it. I’m almost entirely certain we fall in love in every single timeline. Not to mention we’ve had plenty of time together. I know you inside and out. I know the color of your 13th birthday cake. I know what you look like when your body has aged 50 years. I know all I need to know about you to love you till the day I die and onward. You know these things about me but they’ve settled like dust in your brain. Someone just needs to kick it up and you’ll know my favorite color again. You’ll know what it was like to share a Twinkie over a rock table.” Five said, his thumb dipping down to your neck. He pulled his hand away, holding his head up with his hand instead. 

“How could you say something so nice while a woman’s tits are shaking on a stage next to you?” You asked, glancing at the now mostly naked woman on the stage. You looked back to Five. His eyes were fully set on you. His head was tilted in a way that made you think he was thinking of you before you lost every memory. He pressed his lips together. 

“I’m looking at someone gorgeous, why would I waste my time letting my vision slip to her breasts.” Yeah, Five might feel that way, but you don’t. You looked past him, dropping your jaw when you saw the move she made to slip her stocking off. With your dropped jaw, Five turned his head too. You both stared at her as she started to lose more clothes. A man stood behind Five’s chair. You reached out to Five, hoping he was down for conflict. The man leaned down towards Five’s ear. He whispered something and looked over at you. He smiled and gave you a light wave. You awkwardly looked around your surroundings, staring at the floor again. 

“They lost their memory. It’s okay though, I have a theory it’ll come back. Family meeting on the corner of Commence and Knox by the way, today at 10 pm.” Five said before standing up. 

“Come on, love. We have four other people to find.” Five said. Snatching your hand off the chair and dragging you away. He must’ve realized he was holding your hand by the time you left the building, dropping your hand immediately.      

“She was about to lose her pants.” You said. Five smiled but pretended he didn’t, sighing and shaking his head. You snorted and followed after him. 

[strlstlvr]

COFFEE, choi line (txt) comforting you ♡

- people tend to romanticize being a cafe worker and while you love your job, the people can be… so here are our 3 fave cowboys comforting you after your hardest shift yet

⋆·˚ ༘ * fluff, comfort

୨⎯ YEONJUN ⎯୧

- said some dumb joke when you walked through the door which happened to be right when you let out the biggest breath and got choked up

- he immediately became alarmed when he realized you were crying and started apologizing thinking his joke was too mean which made you cry

- seeing him so freaked out made you laugh a bit which just made him confused, looking like a puppy staring at you with his head tilted

- you tried your best to compose yourself so you could explain the shit day you had to yeonjun and after you did he gave you a kiss on the forehead/ cheek

- since you hadn’t moved from the entrance he pulled you into the living room, sitting you on the couch and started singing

- txt was just about to announce a comeback and ofc yeonjun told you abt it as soon as prepping started so here he is performing it for the first time to you to hopefully help you feel better

- eventually he gave up all seriousness and started to do choreographys very sloppy to help brighten up your mood

୨⎯ SOOBIN ⎯୧

- since idol’s were normally left alone in s.k, soobin always tried his best to visit you at work whenever he could and all of your coworkers new he was your boyfriend

- they did know he was your boyfriend but they only knew him as ‘choi’ and never saw his full face due to the masks and hats he always wore when he visited

- today, he went to visit you but noticed you were more quite than usual so he asked you what was wrong so you told him everything

- no one else was at the cafe thankfully to see you on the verge of tears, telling him about the awful costumer that just yelled and yelled at you

- he knew all he could do at the moment was just listen but as soon as he left your place of work, he was on a mission

- later that day, you texted him you were on your way home and that was when he prepped

- when you arrived home you dropped your bags and took off your shoes and went straight to your room, but when you plopped on your bed you realized they were warm

- sinking farther into your bed you hear “ahem” from behind you, turning to see your boyfriend holding a little gift basket

- as he handed it to you, you can see all the items inside, pain killers (for the headache you might have from crying and the situation in general), water (for dehydration), your favorite sweets, and a candle

- you smelled the candle to find that it smells like soobin?? you, confused, looked up at him and he explained since he can’t always be with you to comfort you he figured he can make you candle that smells like him to do so when he can’t physically

- he took everything and placed them elsewhere so he could lay next to you and comfort you as finally let out all the pent up emotions

୨⎯ BEOMGYU ⎯୧

- beomgyu can definitely tell when somethings working with you, no matter how happy and unbothered you pretend to be he just knows you too well

- of course he won’t bother you about it if you don’t want to talk about it but he does act nicer and more “boyfriendy”

- he didn’t know when you’d tell him about it until he walked into your room, you curled in a ball crying your little eyes out

- he called out your name which made you sit up, he quickly got over and sat on your bed with you

- pushing your, now matted, hair out of your face he made eye contact with you, in return making you cry some more

- he stayed quiet until you were ready to talk to him and when you were, he listened but afterwards he got up and left…

- he came back into the room hiding something behind his back, revealing a teddy bear which he hands to you

- he presses a specific spot and it starts talking but you recognize the voice and look up at the boy that had hope in his eyes

- the bear had his voice inside but it was him singing your favorite song, one you always wanted him to cover cause you know his voice would be perfect

- he presses a kiss to your head and smiles but immediately after starts dancing around singing a more chaotic version of the song to which you get up and start dancing too, trying to follow all his steps

a/n -writing this directly after a shitty shift at my coffee chain job :)

[eijirousbestie]

Piercings

small headcannon where izuku has his ears pierced

very serious abt cleaning them

pretty boy swag

“Did you clean your piercing yet?”

“Yeah, I got it this morning.”

“Might wanna clean it again.” He doesn’t look from his phone as he rapid fires texts back and forth in the guys’ group chat.

Your head tilts slightly at his tone. It’s not harsh but there’s definitely no room for argument.

“I will, just not right now though.”

“I don’t know. You wouldn’t want it to get infected hun. Piercer said 2-3 times a day yeah?”

“Mhm and I already cleaned it once.”

“M’kay, just make sure you get it again before you fall asleep with it in.”

“What about you?” You cross your arms over your chest loosely.

“What about me?”

“How many times have you cleaned your piercings?”

He looks up from his phone, his eyes so innocently wide it’s almost comical.

Green eyes roll up to the ceiling as he thinks. “Mmh… 3 times I think? Once when I woke up, again after work and I just did it before coming to bed.”

“You’re so cautious it’s cute.”

“Well I have to be. Open wounds are no joke. And keloids are real. Just because there’s no leakage doesn’t mean they’re not there.”

You can’t help but to smile softly as he continues to list off all his knowledge and precautions towards both of your piercings.

“I’ll be sure to consult with you when I pierce my ears myself.”

His head whips to you, eyes even wider than before.

“Please don’t.” His face is set in a neutrally mortified expression, tone even.

“And why not?”

“I mean this in the least offensive way possible but you have no license, no training. What if you hit a nerve? Or a blood vessel? I just think having a professional to do it for you is the best decision safety-wise.”

“I promise I’m not gonna go into cardiac arrest from self-piercing my upper lobes babe.”

“I know you’re gonna go through with it regardless of what I say, but make me a promise? Please?” His body is completely turned to you now, phone abandoned in the sheets of the bed.

“Sure thing.”

“Promise you’ll do proper research. And be as cleanly as possible when you do it. The last thing I want for you is you accidentally injuring yourself.”

You walk over to where he’s sitting on the bed and cup his face in your hands. You scratch lightly at the curls behind his ears, careful to avoid his fresh lobe piercings.

“I promise that I’ll be very very careful and to keep everything properly sanitized. Because I’d hate to disappoint you.” You say, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

“You look really good with these by the way.” You use your pointer finger to trace his earlobe, the small stud shining brightly against the reddened skin. His eyes lock with yours and a small smile graces his lips.

“You think so? It was hard choosing the placement at the shop. I didn’t wanna choose anything too gaudy.”

“Nah they look really good Izuku. Like, really good. They suit your face so well. I’m jealous.” In reality, you couldn’t help staring at him after he got his ears done. It matched up too well with his current look.

His wild afro-esk hair, the thin gold serpentine chain peeking from under his t-shirt and the black Wrangler cargos he sported made your head spin. Not to mention his freckle-kissed skin.

Izuku was already a fairly attractive man, but now? It’s like someone sprinkled diamonds on a bar of gold. The shiny new studs in his ears just made him impossibly more attractive and it was dizzying. Sitting here and staring at him, you wonder why you’d even fought him on cleaning your piercings again in the first place. Should’ve answered ‘yes’ from the get-go.

“Hun?” You’re brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. You take your hands off his face and run a single hand through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“You were staring at me for a bit. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s hard not to honestly.”

“You’re flattering me.” A lopsided smile finds its home on his lips as he shakes his head.

“I’m so serious. Sometimes I’ll feel the need to just take in your features. It’s insane.” His eyes find yours in a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.

“My fault. Too much?”

“No, no! You’re fine, honest. I’m just not the best at taking compliments still but thank you, really.” The sudden need to reassure him ticks at your brain.

“Izuku, you are an incredibly attractive guy. You’re kind, witty, intelligent, and not to mention fine as hell. You should get used to compliments. You’ve got a lot going for you.”

A slight blush creeps onto his cheeks, tinting the skin under his freckles.

“I don’t think I’d be very successful with anyone else. It just… feels weird taking compliments that aren’t from you.”

This mf-

“And you say you’re not a smooth talker.”

“______, please. I’m already embarrassed.” But it’s too late. You were already coming up with a freestyle in your head.

“Izuku too smoove, hot boy too smoove.” You chant in a sing-song tone, much to the man’s dismay. His face rests in the palm of his hands as you continue your antics.

“______, please.”

“Hot boy too smoove~”

“Oh my god.”

“‘Zuku too smoove.”

“Oh my god.”

“He steal yo bitch too-”

“Please stop spreading these false claims.”

[v1trum]

Lots of tw's.. also please read the entire post if you start reading it. Im not a bad person. This is a specific case and i KNOW this person and have talked this stuff over w ppl that also know him. He manipulated me into hating the ppl i know i love most (as friends) now and did a lot of fucked up shit a lot of which I'll list

Tws include : sh, severe mental illness, "kys" jokes (wasnt rly a joke), ed, trauma, etcetc

Im only saying this shit on here because literally no one knows who im talking about and never will. This is an irl person who doesn't even have Tumblr im pretty sure.. I'd prefer if you only read this if ur a moot or i follow u or vice versa pls 😭

Im gonna throw the imaginary fights i have in my head on here

all the same person cus they side eye me at school and ik damn well he's trying to get ppl to not like me but idc cus im in the right and i have proof 💋

Like i just KNOW he views me as childish n shit

Likr

childish?? ME?? You're the one that said my 7 year old brother should kill himself because he played the same roblox game as you..a 14yo... But, yes, im the childish one...

its a genuine scenario I can't get out of my head and i need to talk abt it

Contrary to what you think, i DO like you. I don't hate you because my online best friend expressed how HE doesn't like you... Its actually crazy that you came into my home for a complete weekend, were as EXTREMELY disrespectful as you were, we didn't say anything and then you're out here saying me and my entire family hate you... Like no babes my parents went out and bought food from the store that we never eat bc you would eat it... No babes, i made cookies from scratch bc cookies are one of the only things you'll eat... No babes, we didn't even comment on the fact that you had three sodas and had two sips out of each of them before you wasted them...

Your "eating disorder" is DEFINITELY fake, too. There might be part of it in there but wdym "my grandparents starve me" when you asked if you could have a random bag of chips and they immediately bought it for you? I fear you just need to tell them when a food is out? They both work a ton bc they had to take you in a few months ago I don't think they notice much when the pantry or fridge is running low. Wdym "ew i hate that" to every food in existence but you scarf up wretched school breakfast and lunch daily...? Again with "i shove it down my throat bc my grandparents starve me" are you forgetting how close we got so quickly? How ik you? You wouldn't eat 95% of that before you starved to death if it was at my house... But you're gonna eat it all up there.

Same with your "personality disorder".... Wdym we're in the middle of English and you go "bro i just spawned in. What am i wearing and why? Omggg why do i have sh on my arms???" Like be so fr rn. You aren't immune to being aware of PHYSICAL PAIN. And i get like.. having a different style but fym "why am i wearing this what is it" ..? (I have talked to a SYSTEM friend abt this and they can confirm its v fake seeming)

Its actually crazy when i didn't kick you out after you said that about my brother, you're actually insane. I get you have very recent trauma but holy hell refrain from making relationships if you're gonna fuck someone up.

You had your "friend" give me back my sweater bc you were too childish to do it yourself and look me in the eye. You moved seats without permission. You glare at me in the class where you can't move seats.

Also, that "friend".. you call her a slut and talk shit abt her to her face because she has HEALED sh scars. Then you walk around campus with gaping wounds acting like you're self conscious of it when you're actually begging for attention. This is NOT me saying ppl who sh are attention seekers btw.. i KNOW him and me and several other people agree he's doing it for attention. My friends have said they'd have relapsed after seeing them if it had been a bad time for them, thats how bad it was.

I genuinely hope he gets better bc he is fucked up in the head, however i also wish the best on his next victim of "we're friends". I hope they get away or meet him after he has gotten better.

To this guy - i hope you better yourself instead of trying to make yourself as bad as possible because you find comfort in that, or rot.

[gfguren]

amber!!! am dropping by to wish you a weekend that is full of light and love 🥹🫧💗

i am back w my curious sel glassies 🤓 (pls feel free not to answer if uncomfy) — what’s a habit you’re most proud of? what habit of katsuki’s is one you admire?

sellie!!! light and love, pls you're sooooo sweet!! 💕 and omg pls my good habits are so few and far between aksjdhfjh! but! i guess im pretty decent at picking up after myself?? i don't let things pile up, like? i finish eating - immediately put the plate in the sink, i take a book out - put it right back where i found it when im done, those kinds of things?

but with bakugou!!

ah! this is such a fun question, i think about mundane things like this for him all the time. i feel like bakugou has such good habits, king of going to sleep on time, king of sticking to his routines, king of having his shit together - i think it just comes naturally to him and honestly, i'm terribly jealous lol.

i've said he could fix me before as a joke but askjdfhs i'm lowkey highkey serious abt it - i feel like his habits would rub off on you just from being around him.

you forget to eat? good luck with that when he's being noisy as shit in the kitchen - morning, noon and night, makes better food than some 5 star restaurants - at some point, you're stomach starts growling at the sound of pots and plans clinking, almost on command, like you've been conditioned. you struggle with keeping a schedule? good thing he has a great memory and absolutely no qualms about nagging you six ways to sunday.

oh, you're a night owl? not anymore, suddenly you're awake at 6am on a saturday, of your own volition - you're not sure how it happened, when the switch flipped and you began lazily dragging yourself out of bed along side him. maybe it was when you grew familiar with the katsuki shaped warmth beneath your comforter, followed after it when he shuffled out of bed each morning to steam up the bathroom mirror - sometimes he lets you join him, most times you sit on the counter and listen to him grumble about all the things he has to do that day.

or maybe it was because he'd made it a point to kiss you goodbye whenever you bothered to wake up on time, eventually the rest of your day began feeling wrong if he didn't - like it became a habit itself. more than likely though, it's because that's just the way bakugou is, hot temper and can-do attitude so incredibly frustrating at times, but also oddly invigorating. when he says he'll do something, he does it - makes you think it really is just that easy. (it isn't of course) as much as he tries to convince you that it is - but it does make you want to try.

and as for the habit i most admire! i think one of his most admirable habits (to me!) is how well prepared he is. bakugou is always thinking ahead, prepared for anything, always and (as good as he is at coming up with solutions on the fly) i feel like he would never leave the house unprepared or ill-equipped. of course this applies to his work life - lays his costume and equipment out before bed, eats a healthy breakfast each morning so it doesn't affect his performance on patrol, etc.

but it also translates to his home life and relationships. like? you're on your way to spend a night out with him, and you already know he's headed for the closet, off to grab a coat for himself (and for you), even if it's mid summer, even if the weather is fine - because what if it gets cold, and what if the car breaks down, and what if both of your phones stop working - and you laugh at him sometimes, because it does feel a bit ridiculous, his overthinking, his over-planning, how he makes sure you leave 30 minutes early, and triple checks the locks before you leave for real.

but sometimes, you do find yourself in a pickle, and you're so thankful for him being the way that he is.

you nick yourself on something while the two of you are out, and before you have a chance to react, he's slipping a band-aid from his jacket pocket, shuffling it into your hands, grumbling something about it being a coincidence when you shoot him a big, heart-eyed look - little do you know, it's not a coincidence at all, that he'd been sure to grab a handful of them each time the two of you left the house since that time, months ago, when you cut yourself on something you can't even recall, don't seem to remember, but he does.

that's just the way he is, takes note when something goes awry, and plans accordingly so it doesn't happen again. you're a bit clumsy with your hands? he's ordering extra straws and napkins when you eat out. you blistered your feet last time you wore 'those' heels? he's stuffing a pair of your trainers in the trunk the next time, and every time after you decide to wear them. it's just so sweet and thoughtful! even if it basically becomes muscle memory at some point! idk idk it just makes me feel really full thinking about it!!!

askjdhfsjfh anyway! ty for giving me an excuse to gush abt him sel!!!! i hope your week is absolutely lovely and filled with more writing inspiration than you know what to do with!! 💓💕❤

[nonchalantee]

Ooooh, all of those asks look good, but I'll go with BTS for 'not strong or brave' please!

ooo hmmmm this fic is so long :'D it's hard to pick a scene, but i'm gonna go with a dan & lucy one, the morning after they help maddie come down from a panic attack.

They got home late which Dan takes for granted means they’ll sleep in late, but Lucy is up and moving way before a reasonable hour. He watches her dig through her side of the closet and through her drawers, throwing together an outfit more formal than her typical wear: gray suit pants and a matching vest over a white blouse with an exaggerated bow at the neck.

i do like the costuming a lot in this show. lucy's usual clothes are super casual, very comfortable, with a slightly sporty flair. this kind of outfit is more like armor, i think. WASP armor.

“Do you have a job interview you didn’t tell me about?” he asks, sitting up in bed. “Bobby’s gonna be heartbroken if he just got you and is gonna lose you right away.”

what i like a lot abt this is that dan immediately picks up on lucy doing something sus; he's coming in with a joking tone, but this is a query for more information coached in non-confrontational tone. dan's thing is being supportive, so he does try to avoid confrontation as much as possible.

Lucy rolls her eyes. “I didn’t tell you this last night because you needed to sleep,” she says lightly, conversationally. “But I promised your parents I’d take them out for breakfast. It was the only way they were gonna leave without making some kind of fuss.”

lolol lucy knows danny's reaction is gonna be bad. she comes in super casual when she knows the other person is gonna have a big response. there's something else going on with this, too; the night before, dan asked lucy to take care of the parents. it was a pretty big ask and dan wouldn't have made it if maddie wasn't literally having a panic attack in front of him and wasn't literally just about to give birth.

lucy took care of the situation and dan didn't ask any questions - he should have - and this little information bomb is lucy's mini payback for that whole thing. she's not actually mad at dan (or even at maddie), but that whole situation was bullshit and she's still annoyed about it all, her patience is short, and she's not willing to have a long conversation/debate on this. she was asked to handle it, she handled it, and she's still handling it, stay out of her business, etc.

“Uh, no,” Danny says. “We aren’t seeing them-“

“Yes, you’re right, we definitely aren’t seeing them.” Lucy goes into the ensuite but leaves the door open so he can still hear her. “You’re staying home. Or going into work, or whatever, I actually don’t care. I’m going to breakfast, alone.”

“Lucy, come on.”

i don't rly buy into the idea that every relationship dynamic has a boss and a follower. that being said, in this relationship dynamic, lucy does tend to win when they have disagreements. she just has more practice at it as the youngest in a very large family. dan's family ignores or runs away from fights, so he has less skill in that department.

he also just really doesn't like arguing. he's a very big guy and he's always aware that when he gets mad, it has a different vibe than when anyone else gets mad. so when he gets into arguments, he's always kinda hobbled by the control he has to keep over his emotions. he is pissed off here, but because he keeps a tight lid on it, it just comes off as exasperated/annoyed. it's hard for your side of the argument to come across as strongly as you want it to when you can't show the true emotions/depth of emotions. not saying lucy would be scared of dan if he did show all his emotions, but just that this is a very ingrained control habit for dan at this point; he almost always dulls the presentation of his more negative emotions.

She pokes her head out of the bathroom to give him a deeply unimpressed look. “Do you think I want to do this? Do you think any of this is fun for me? Don’t make it harder by fighting me on it. I said I’d do it, so I’m doing it.”

lucy coming in with a mild guilt trip. it's not great, but i wouldn't call it toxic. she's rly feeling the whole "back off now" emotion and dan catches the brunt of it.

“I’ll go with you, then.”

dan rly doesn't want his parents around lucy. it's kind of a knee-jerk protective instinct; he got too used to seeing his parents hurt buck, the other person he feels most protective over. consciously he knows they won't hurt her/are incapable of hurting her in a real way, but he still needs to shield her from them.

“Yeah, no.” She goes up to the head of the bed and kisses him on the cheek. lucy understands this protective instinct immediately lol. she thinks it's sweet but unnecessary. “The only thing worse than giving them something they want is giving something else they want even more. And the only thing even worse than that is hurting you. Stay the fuck away, or else I’m ratting you out to your therapist.” now this is lucy being protective. there isn't a lot out there that can actually hurt dan. mostly it's just his family and himself. here she's protecting him against both.

Dan grabs her hand. “Lucy, you really don’t have to do this. They break promises all the time. It’ll just be a small bit of karmic justice if you don’t show.”

i wanted the physical details of them making small contacts in this fight, like she kisses him, he takes her hand, etc. even when they're in disagreement, they can't stop from making conciliatory gestures to each other - seeking connection, showing affection. it's not a big thing, it's just ingrained. it's like bedrock of their dynamic, almost unconscious, so those things always need to be peppered in. as soon as the hostility falters even a little, one or both of them is reaching out to give the other a small gesture of love.

“Just because they act that way doesn’t mean I get to,” Lucy says. Her code of honor has been invoked.

lucy is the most heroic character type in this fic, in like the classic sense. she's chivalrous. she stays true to herself and to her personal code of conduct at all times.

Dan shuts his eyes and groans, defeated. dan is aware of this, and knows there's no swaying her, no matter what he says or does or who he invokes.

She kisses him on the other cheek, and he lets her go so she can finish getting ready. When she comes out, she’s put on heavier makeup than she usually bothers with and she’s braided part of her hair and put it all in an up-do, something that looks fancy and complicated that Dan has seen her perfect on the heads of half a dozen nieces. Princess hair, they call it.

again i just rly like the idea of dan paying such close attention to her that he can tell all the little differences and knows what they might mean.

“Are you trying to impress my parents?” he asks, not knowing exactly how to feel about that.

“Is that your way of saying I look nice?”

“It’s my way of saying you don’t look like yourself.”

Lucy grins. “You got me.” She does a little twirl. “But I look good, right?” she's trying to deflect him haha. there are some things dan doesn't understand about being a woman and he'd listen if she wanted to tell him, but she's not that interested in talking about it since it isn't often a big part of her life. she has a work uniform, and outside of work, she 99% of the time only wears the things she wants to wear. this is the 1% of her life where clothing matters in a way he's not gonna rly get, and she's honestly fine with him staying oblivious.

“You always look good. But you don’t have to look good for them. Seriously, just throw on a trash bag, maybe they’ll be too embarrassed to be seen with you.” dan understands nothing. he's cute but yeah.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

A bolt of inspiration strikes, then. “Why don’t you give Chimney a call and invite him along? Make it an in-law breakfast. Means you’re not alone with them.” dan is actually very good at compromises. he's like, ok, i can't be there to be a human shield, but i can throw another person in the mix to be a human shield!

hmm the fic also hasn't rly gone into the dan & chim dynamic. they are on good terms - they vaguely knew each other for a few years before buck showed up, just by dint of various lafd things in the city. when buck was 118's probie, dan vetted them a bit tho. chim clocked what dan was doing and talked a little bit about how hard it is to have a brother in the service, and they had a good bonding moment. dan visited him in the hospital with the rebar incident and donated some sick days to the recovery pool for chim.

it got a little weird when maddie showed up, though, because maddie & dan took a while to reestablish contact. chim was obviously instantly team maddie and felt a little indignant on her behalf every time dan snubbed her, though she always said it was justified; but after the doug incidents, they were more or less all happy families. dan feels comfortable trusting chim to have lucy's back, which is actually one of the highest compliments he can give someone.

Lucy pauses. “That’s actually not bad,” she says. lucy is actually not a masochist. she will take any non-dan, non-buck, non-maddie human shields she can get her hands on. “I will call him on the way out there. He’s a guy, your type can get ready in like five minutes, right?”

“I don’t know, Chim can be kinda vain. Maybe give him ten.”

“Good looking out.” i just like it when they banter, i think they're cute

Dan gets out of bed to walk her to the door, and he catches her hand before she leaves. “Hey, you look pretty,” he says, mostly just to see if she’ll blush. dan's the kind of guy who likes to compliment his wife just 'cause

She doesn’t. She winks, forgets her hair is up and tries to toss it, then laughs. “I know.” lucy is a goofball. she covers it up with being badass and hyper competent, goal oriented, whatever, but also underneath all that she's a goof. it only rly comes out with dan tho; her big silly moments tend to be around/with him.

He watches her drive away, then closes the door and walks to the living room and lies down on the floor. He hates this so much it feels like his soul is leaving his body. He hates that his parents have been in town less than a week and already they’re edging their way back into his life. He meant it when he told them he was done with them. But he knew, even back then, that they meant it when they said they weren’t done with him. dan has lived under this particular doom ever since he went no contact with them. it's been a constant dread lol.

They’ve just always loved him too much. Loved him to the point of monstrousness. dan's problem is he does understand his parents and he does love them too. it's just that he doesn't think it's an excuse for the things they've done. he can understand someone and not forgive them - this is the main big diff between dan and buck. buck forgives people once he understands them; dan doesn't. He knows that love is in him, too; that capability. It’s part of why he fights so hard for control, and here is where dan is like eddie! haha, they both loooove to be in control, and are always chasing control/clinging to it. in eddie's case, he doesn't trust the outside world; in dan's case, he doesn't trust his interior self. they both have such a focus on control that it is a basis for how they relate to one another, actually, not that they'd exactly put it in those words. for moderation. He knows what it turns into when love has no limits. dan really doesn't trust himself. i think i've hammered that fact down really hard for most of the fic, esp in the convo with frank, but it is the core of his personality. he doesn't trust himself, he thinks of himself as a monster, he thinks of himself as complicit in abuse, he thinks he's a risk to be an abuser in the future. he has a lot of repressed self-hatred and a fairly bad self image. the way he thinks of himself would horrify anyone who loves him, honestly. he doesn't forgive so he can't forgive himself, it's a whole thing.

why i wanted to commentary this scene in particular is bc i think it's one of the only scenes where lucy and dan actually argue with each other. i wanted to show how they navigate that kind of thing, what discord looks like between them, and what comes out in each of them when they're in conflict. they both get manipulative in slightly different ways. lucy tends to go to an "obviously things are x way, have you only just noticed?" as a rhetorical weapon (you see her deploy it in another disagreement with dan later on), which is p obnoxious and feels very youngest sibling of her. dan would rather lose a fight than show a negative emotion he isn't 100% in control of.

i just also feel like u learn a lot about characters when they do things they don't normally do. so lucy & dan don't normally fight, but when they do, u learn more about their base personalities, their reactions, how they navigate their way out of the fight and back to status quo, etc. so i thought this scene did interesting things and i had fun with it, and it also helped me with writing their later scenes as well bc i felt like i had a better handle on their emotional sides.

[dailyoyo]

hi again dailyoyo (mostly directed at mod noname) i have 2 question

1) would you ever be up to making a jsr/yoyo tidbits blog or post someday? you find a lot of 'hidden' jsr stuff and i think a masterpost to links and images or something if you're up to it would be really nice

2) WHERE the fuck does yoyo come from like what do you think whats your general consensus. does he have a family. is he not an earthling. why is he here??? is he homeless??? does he avtually have a lovintg family and became a gang member for shits and giggles??? why???

if i made a second blog it would die probably. also i wouldnt really say i find "hidden" jsr stuff per se, almost everything i know about is either just from the games or other sources linked/mentioned on the wiki! i don't Find this shit i just overthink it and peel it apart with my teethhhhh. @dedtoot would probably be a better person to ask abt niche jsr oddities i think esp cuz iirc they own the wiki? IDK WHAT ELSE TO REC SORRY

oh god this is gonna get long i think. you opened the fucking can of worms YOU HAVE NO IDEA ok so there's two things about this. the first is that like. i tend to think of pretty much All the ggs (excluding roboy on account of hes a straight up robot) as like. Just Guys. just mundane homeless outcast or runaway kids who are doing whatever the fuck. iirc in Paradox we hc'd Soda (and maybe Boogie i dont remember?) as having homes and jobs but barely being able to keep up with them, and Cube and Combo and Coin HAD a shared apartment deal but Coin's dead and Cube and Combo are in japan now, and i think we said Mew has a home and family that's just REALLY hands-off, but like aside from that they all kind of just Live at the garage. the second thing is that me and pseud keep backstory headcanoning to a low level, because whatever like. You don't end up as a homeless street teenager for fun reasons. in our interps like despite the more fantastical elements of the setting, these are all traumatized youth who ran from stark, brutal, mundane problems that we don't especially prefer to puzzle out and examine too much in this particular fandom. (paradox!Beat gets more backstory than everyone else because of plot relevance (beig gouji's kid) though. rip lmao) this even extends to an in-universe extent of the ggs kind of being like. "We dont ask each other about our backstories. If someone wants to volunteer that information they can but otherwise IT IS NOT OUR BUSINESS" which brings us to our headcanons about yoyo. paradox!yoyo on top of whats been said prior is also an intentionally "mysterious" individual. he's also fucked up in the head in ways that are genuinely concerning. he treats the idea of him having a past as a joke - he will make shit up, he will feed you 20 different fake backstories. sometimes they'll be obvious jokes, sometimes he'll say something really horrible to make you feel sorry. and if you mention something ACTUALLY from his past, he will either deny that ever happened or say you're thinking of someone else entirely. there are a few things we HAVE overtly established about paradox!yoyo's life before the GGs: - he's probably been in tokyo-to his whole life. he's been around most of the city (often scamming people lmao) - he has been homeless since he was 12, though we do not know WHY - he is transgender, but he may not have called himself that until the GGs, and we do not know WHEN he started presenting as male or why. - "yoyo" is just one in a LONG line of pseudonyms and false identities he has made up for the sake of convenience. he refuses to claim any of these past names as having been him and has even figured he'll just stop being "yoyo" and be someone else if things don't work out with the ggs. - he's dissociative as shit so HE might not even remember his backstory so like. we don't know where yoyo came from in our hcs. we don't know what his life was. that said? it was probably very bad. a happy and healthy childhood does not turn you into someone who believes they're a hollow shell playing pretend at personhood in a neverending social game of chess that you can only win by cheating. At the age of 16. SORRY IF YOU WERE HOPING FOR SOMETHING GOOFY BTW . i feel this blog really does not let on that me and pseud's idea of fun is doing straight up paranoia agent shit to joke characters. We dont got that #vreepypasta tag for nothing

[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x Autistic!reader - Stiming

Don't remember if I sent this already, pls ignore if I did, but Damon and Autistic Reader who likes to bite as a stim. Has biting stim toys (I have a silicone bat necklace and some handheld chews) but they also use GENTLE biting as a love language so Damon lets them bite his arm whenever, it's more just resting than an actual Bite, but cue jokes abt which one of them is the vampire and "when you do it it's fine, but when I do it I'm a problem. Double standard" but joking, he loves her - Anon💜

You spent all day looking for the little bat you wore every day, but you couldn’t find it anywhere and as much as you didn’t want to leave without it you had no choice.

You could hear you parents calling you from downstairs, shouting that you friend was here to pick you up for school and you grumbled to yourself.

Grabbing a hoodie from your chair, you tossed it on and grabbed your bag, rushing down the stairs as you waved them by.

“No bat?” Bonnie asked.

“Can’t find it…”

Taking the string from your hoodie, you decided to chew on that for now until you guys got to school.

You guys pulled up and you stood there, rocking back and forth on your heels as you stared at the main doors to the school.

“Hey, you coming?” Elena asked.

You grumbled a little as you debated it and shook your head you decided that you couldn’t do school today.

“No… I’m going home…”

Your friends shared a look but they nodded, Bonnie said she’d drive you back home since you guys were a bit early.

Getting back home, you walked back through the doors.

“(Y/N)?” You mom questioned.

“I can’t go to school.”

She sighed but nodded her head, grabbing her phone.

“I’ll ring the school and Damon.”

You didn’t really say anything as you ran back up stairs to pull your room apart.

You looked everywhere and you couldn’t find the bat and it started to stress you out.

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you bit it lightly as you carried on looking.

“Hey. No.”

Your hand was pulled away from your mouth and replaced with the bat you’d been searching frantically for.

Looking up, you connected eyes with Damon and he smiled, pressing a small kiss to your forehead as you looked around your now messy room.

“No, go downstairs your mom wants you. I’ll clean it.”

“Okay.”

Making your way down the stairs, you happily chewed in the toy that was around your neck and padded into the kitchen.

Sitting at the table you looked at your mom as she came wondering over with a plate of food.

“The school will send someone over with your work for the day later on. Damon said you left your stim toy in his car but we were all asleep when he tried bringing it.”

You nodded your head and started to eat the food your mom had given to you.

“Sorry for not going to school mom.”

“That’s okay, I know it can be hard. I have to go to work, you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah. I have Damon.”

“Good, call if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded and waved your mom bye as you finished eating your food.

Washing your dishes, you made your way back upstairs to find Damon putting your books back on the shelf.

“You did it wrong.”

“Huh?”

“The bed. You made it wrong.”

“Oh, really?” He smirked.

You nodded and walked over, swapping the way he made the sheets to the way you wanted them and he stood there watching.

Damon walked over, arms across his chest as he stared at what you had just done.

“(Y/N).”

“Damon.”

You turned to face him and he rose a brow at you.

“It’s the exact same.”

“No. You did it all wrong.”

Grinning at him, you padded your way back down the stairs and started wondering about the house.

Damon was used to this, so he sat on the back of the couch as he watched you wonder about.

You were happy, content chewing on your bat.

Damon just watched you. He loved watching you wonder about, doing your own thing.

“Damon.”

He perked up, immediately walking over to you.

“I wanna go out.”

“Your mom said to keep you inside.”

“But I wanna go out.”

Damon chuckled, nodding his head as he gestured to the door.

“Alright, alright. There’s a shopping list, we’ll do that.”

You beamed, grabbing his arm you dropped the bat from your mouth and bit his arm instead.

It wasn’t hard, nowhere near enough to pierce the skin but enough to make Damon stop.

“Seriously?” He asked.

Looking up at him you moved away and he shook his head.

“Are we sure you’re not the vampire here.”

“Yup. I bite because it helps. You bite cause you’re weird and have to.”

“Weird?”

“Weird.”

Damon mocked being hurt before he miles down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you guys headed to the door.

“When you do it it's fine, but when I do it I'm a problem. Double standards.”

“You kill people, I just mildly hurt them.”

“Just as well you’re not a vampire.” He snickered.

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into his car as grinned happily as you looked around while he drove.

Damon was sure you’d make a good vampire but there was no why in hell he’d ever turn you. Because you were his human.

His human who has a biting stim and that was okay

[eggluverz]

TAKE CARE OF YOU

PAIRING. sonny brisko x reader

REQUEST. congrats on 100 🤩 for the request how abt helping taichou wind down after a hard day of work at vsf !! like cooking dinner, prepare a bath, WASH HIS HAIR AND DRESS HIM BCS HES TOO TIRED AND POUTY TO DO IT HIMSELFDKSHJS etc etc all that fluffy stuff :3

NOTE. thank u for the congratulations and the request! hehe i really enjoyed writing this !! sleepy tired taichou with all the fluff wahhhh i hope u enjoy :D

It was late dinner time and the food you had prepared for you and Sonny was already getting cold. You checked your phone worriedly, looking to see if he left a message that he would be getting home late.

Luckily, before your fretting could evolve any further, you heard the sound of the front door opening along with the faint clanging of keys. Looking up, you saw Sonny trudging through the door and practically collapsing onto the couch with a sigh.

“How was work today, babe?” you asked, walking over to his body on the sofa and brushing the disheveled hair away from his eyes. “Tiring?”

“Mhmm,” he murmured, lidded eyes fluttering shut. “Can I just sleep here…”

Frowning, you took note of his appearance. His messy hair and wrinkled clothes—clothes that were usually tidy and tucked in—along with the faint dark circles forming under his eyes.

“I know you’re tired, but wouldn’t you feel better resting in our bed?”

Sonny’s eyes opened ever so slightly and a light smile graced his face. “You’re right, babe. Especially if you’re in it.”

You laughed, “Don’t sound so eager yet. You still have to eat and then clean yourself up.” He pouted but your tone was resolute. “You’ll feel worse when you wake up if you don’t take care of yourself now, baby.” Your gaze softened when his head drooped in acceptance. “Aw, don’t look so down. I’ll be here to help you, okay?”

“Will you?” he said, face brightening. “I know you must be tired with your own work and responsibilities—”

You gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, interrupting him. “Of course I’ll help you. We both have our own responsibilities, that’s true. But when I’m too tired, you always help me. And now, I want to help you. That’s what partners are for, right?”

“Right.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” You grinned. “Now, just stay here. I’ll bring you your dinner, okay? Then we can give you a bath after.”

Sonny groaned. “Wait— You’re making me sound like a dog.”

“Stay, boy,” you teased with a giggle. “Who’s a good doggy?”

“Baaabe,” he whined.

“Kidding, kidding.” You ruffled his already messy hair. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

Swiftly, you went over to the kitchen and heated up the food you had just cooked. You plated the meal, grabbing enough for Sonny to eat and you to munch on as well.

When you returned to the living room, you saw Sonny struggling to keep his eyes open as he waited.

“I’m here with food,” you sang softly, taking a seat next to him. “I made it for you.”

He opened his mouth and you fed him a spoonful.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes! I love it.” He nodded eagerly. “I always love your cooking. And the negi— The negi is very fresh.”

You laughed to yourself, flattered. Sonny and his negi, two things that would always be inseparable.

You continued to feed him on the sofa, taking some bites for yourself as well. Once he was satiated by the meal, you stood up and motioned for him to get up on his feet.

“Sleepy still?” you asked.

“Very, yes.”

“You can sleep soon. Let’s make sure you’re all washed and comfy before you get in bed, okay?” You offered your hand to him and he rose to take it, planting a kiss on it before letting it drop by his side.

Sonny walked beside you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “You’re an angel, did you know?”

“I know,” you joked. “And you are too, baby.”

You led him to the restroom and started up the bath, even adding some of your favorite bubbles and scents to it to help soothe his senses. He stripped off his work clothes and cast them on a pile on the floor. Sonny rinsed off and plopped down into the warm bath, resting his head on the edge of the tub with a sigh.

“Can I sleep here?” he mumbled sleepily, his chin covered in fluffy bubbles. “You can be in here with me.”

“Compelling offer, but I don’t want to get wrinkly overnight.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Plus, the water will get cold in an hour or so.”

He pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes. “But I can warm you up.”

You giggled at his insistence, gathering a glob of bubbles and planting it on his head in response. “We might get sick, silly! And your hair is still a mess.”

Meekly, he raised his hand up and let it fall back down. “Hmph. Arm tired.”

“Hmm, does someone need me to wash their hair for them too?” you drawled, running your fingers through Sonny’s wet strands of hair. The dampness turned his bright yellow hair into a darker, less vibrant shade. Still, he looked beautiful nonetheless.

He nodded eagerly, making a noise of excitement. “Please, yes.”

“Okay, since you asked nicely,” you sang.

You pumped the bottle of shampoo and collected the contents in the palm of your hand. You rubbed your palms together until the shampoo became sudsy, only then massaging his scalp. Moving in small motions, you slowly shampooed the entirety of his head, feeling his soft hair wet between your fingers.

A soft groan escaped his lips at the soothing motions of your hands. Once he was all bubbly, you tilted his head back slightly to rinse off the soap without getting it in his eyes. After conditioning, you tweaked his nose gently.

“All done.”

“Aww, already?” Sonny pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. Still, he drained the bathtub and stood up, wrapping a towel loosely around his hips. “That felt really nice, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He puckered his lips and you leaned forward to accept his kiss. “Anything for you.”

Sonny yawned, stretching his arm so high it could almost reach the light fixture in the bathroom. “Now I’m ready to get in bed, right?”

“Aren’t you missing something first?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

He blinked. “No?”

“Your clothes!” you laughed, lightly swatting his chest, resting momentarily on the firm cushion of his pectorals.

Apparently, a moment was enough for Sonny to notice. He smirked. “Like what you’re feeling?”

You gave it a squish despite the heat rising to your face. “Indeed I do. But we need to get it covered so you’re cozy for bed.”

Walking over to your bedroom, Sonny followed behind you, the fluffy white towel threatening to fall off his hips with each step. Opening his dresser, you picked the first soft shirt and boxer briefs you could find.

“Arms up!” you said, lifting your arms along with his.

He followed what you said and sat on the foot of the bed so you wouldn’t struggle putting on his shirt with his height. You slid the light grey shirt over his head as he poked his arms through.

Handing him his underwear, he teased, “Don’t want to help me put these on?”

You turned away, feeling your cheeks get warmer. “Don’t push your luck, mister.”

Sonny chuckled, discarding his towel and sliding his underwear on. When he was clothed, he wrapped his arms around your still turned back, hugging you tightly from behind.

“Thank you for all your help today, baby,” he murmured into your neck. “I feel much better going to sleep well-fed and clean.”

“I’m glad,” you said, cupping the side of his face with your hand. “You deserve a nice rest after all your hard work, and I’ll always be here for you when you need help.”

“I know.” Sonny kissed the top of your head. “And I’m always here for you too. Now… Sleep time?” He tugged you over to the bed, falling into the fluffy blankets with you still in his arms.

You laughed, enjoying the feeling of warmth around you. “Yes, now it’s sleep time.”

[redheadspark]

Affirmations and Affectiond prompt ❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞ with Azriel x Reader? Maybe the Reader thinks Azriel doesn’t want to know abt her day because he has spy duties but he totally does??

A/N: Ahhh The return of my batboy

Just For A Moment

Summary: Your mate was a busy spymaster for Night Court, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was be a bother. But your mate won't allow that at all on his watch.

Warnings: Very small angst but mostly fluff

Your mate was at the very place you left him earlier that day, in his office perched at the desk buried in a massive stack of paperwork.

Azriel was always busy, you knew that when you met and were married. Your mate was the spy for Night Court, he has been for centuries long before you two met. HIs job was stressful, important, and massive to no be lenient on. Yet it was not a big thin in your mind when you two were mated and married, knowing that half of his time would be at the mercy of High Lord Rhysand and what he needed from Azriel.

In fact, the entire Inner Circle worked day and night for him and made sure Velaris was safe and away from any kind of danger. Being the Spy's mate, you were part of the Inner Circle. They all loved you when Azriel introduced you to them the eve of Starfall, Mor and Armen jokingly saying that you would finally get Azriel to settle down. Yet it was Cassian who made the small joke.

"Sorry to say he's married to his job already. You're gonna have to compete with that,"

Since then, you made your place in Azriel's heart and life. You two found your own home, a few blocks away from the Townhouse were most of the Inner Circle meetings were held. You two had a smaller place, more quaint for the pair of you that you made as homey as possible. But Azriel was still knee deep in work, going over borders along Velaris, going to visits in other Courts to keep up appearances, and checking in on the Illryian army that Cassian was training. You bit your tongue, not wanting to sound like a nagging wife. But there were moments as time went on that you felt very alone. He would leave early in the morning and come home late at night when you were fast asleep. There were even times when he was gone for days on end, making you worry about him and think of the worst.

He found you one day out in the garden, sitting in a chair with a book in your hands but you weren't reading it. Your mind was elsewhere, a sure sign that something was wrong in his mind since he knew you love reading in the garden in the afternoon. You didn't know it, but Mor pulled Azriel aside at the House of Wind earlier that day to tell him about what you were feeling. You vented to her a few times, saying it was hard to not see him throughout the day and to barely get any time with him. When More told him, Azriel felt terrible, beyond terrible. He did not realize the loneliness that was strumming at your mating bond, it was dull but growing as the days came and went.

He knelt down in front of you, his wings tucked away to not be seen as he took the book from your hands and cradled your hands in his own scarred palms. You saw his hazel eyes look longingly at you, the pain there on his face as he took in a long breath. "I didn't mean to neglect you," He said to you softly, the worry was laced in his tone and felt in his hands, "I was so wrapped up and busy and....I can feel it in our bond. I left you alone, didn't I?"

You said nothing, but the look you were giving you was enough for him to know the answer. Azriel sighed, sounding like he was in pain as he lowered his head into your lap. It was a sure sign of defeat and surrender in his mind, you've ever seen him do such a thing ever. He was always strong, willing to fight and win. Now to see the Spymaster for Night Court, a killer and defender of Velaris, kneeling in front of you to show his vulnerable side and mercy, it moved you.

You leaned forward, pressing your head into his hair and wrapping your arms around his head as a shield while his hands moved to slip around your waist. You two held each other for some time under the cherry blossom tree, feeling the petals touch you like rain as you felt him promise through the bond to never neglect you again. He kept his promise. Now, you peered into his office and saw him going though paper after paper. You bit your lower lip, wishing to tell him all that you did that day since it was more exciting for you. Sure you had other duties with the Inner Circle, you were helping plan communities and charity auctions around Velaris to raise money for the poor and needy. You loved the charity work, even helping High Lady Feyre with the homeless shelter and the community center.

Yet once again he was buried in work, which was no surprising then there were whispers about Autumn Court and a meeting that as going to be held soon. Azriel has gotten a lot better in leaving work at the doorstep when he came home, he made sure of that for years after your talk in the garden. You could see the change in him too, the color in his cheeks and the restful nights in your arms. He would talk to you late in the night in bed about anything and everything on both of your minds, taking you to dinner on your date nights to get out of the house, and lastly he made sure you two spend Sunday afternoons in the garden under the cherry blossom tree, that very space you two swore you would grow together. "Hey," You heard from the office, you were about to walk away and leave him be. Azriel was looking at you, moving up and away from the desk to walk over to you by the door. You just smiled, seeing him grin widely at you awhile you shook your head.

"You're busy, I'll tell you later.." You trailed off, but he shook his head and took your hands in his own immediately.

"No, I need a break anyways," he said in a grin, pulling you into his office and near his chair. You went willingly, seeing him sit back down but push the chair back a bit to make room, "Come here, come sit in my lap and tell me about your day. I wanna hear everything, even just for a moment,"

You just smiled, looking down very briefly at the slight belly that was showing under your dress. He looked too, resting his hand against the belly and almost melting from the feeling. All for his work that he was putting in was worth it, the hours of him being away for the last few months or so were merely to make room for the time he would spend with you, and with your future child that was growing inside of you. Finally, you slipped into his lap and felt his arms around your waist.

"I...I made the nursery up today," You said softly, his eyes were still on your belly as you went on, "Most of it is finished but I haven't chosen a color for the walls yet. I'm thinking maybe blue like the river near the River House. Oh, and the community shelter is ready for new rooms since we're growing in numbers and....."

You told him all about your day and he waited on bated breath, not loosing his concentration for a moment. It felt sacred in those minutes with him, nothing to distract him or keep him away from you. There was something about that day under the cherry blossoms that made everything change, made your marriage change. All that you both knew was that you were going to make it work. Not just for the sake of your unborn baby, but for your lives together.

The End.

[brokendave]

Concept based off Daylight by Maroon 5: David and reader r childhood friends nd high school sweethearts. As time goes by David gains fame nd the reader has to go to college. So David has to go to LA the next day nd the reader to campus, but they spend tht last night together reminiscing abt everything nd crying nd being emotional. “nd when the daylight comes ill have to go, but tonight im gonna hold you so close. Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own. But tonight i need to hold you so close

David was laying in the sand, his feet buried so deep he hoped that they’d cement there and he could never leave. When YN approached, he turned his head to look at her. “Finally, you showed.”

“Of course I showed,” she said, plopping down next to him. She tried to sound cheerful, but really, she was sad. “You think I’d blow off our last date?”

“Last date?” David sounded offended. As if you truly thought he’d never take you on a date again. “You know I will always take you on dates.”

“Not when you’re in California and I’m in Boston,” she sheepishly remind him. David’s eye went dark as he looked over at the lake. They grew up on this lake. Boat parties with friends they barely knew. Bonfires for the Fourth of July. It was where David kissed her for the first time. A few miles down, where the pier meets the water.

She had only ever seen him as her friend David. Nothing more and certainly nothing less but David always knew there was more. From the time they were pre-teens, making tie dye t-shirts in the backyard, he knew she was the one.

“I’ll buy you tickets to come see me,” he offered. She didn’t know when he got famous. It seemed to happen overnight. One day, he was just David and the next he was David Dobrik and moving to LA and everyone wanted him. He wanted no one but her. “And then I’ll take you on a huge date. One so big and grand, you can’t help but fall back in love with me.”

“You think I’m gonna fall out of love with you?” She asked. Her knees were wrapped in her arms, pulling too tight against her chest like maybe she was going to float away with the waves. David grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of her palm, almost as if he was saying yes. “I will never fall out of love with you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Even when you’ve made a million friends, better friends, and no longer care for my nonsense jokes and idiotic behavior?” He was baiting her now. Waiting for her to say something wrong but she just shook her head. “Even when you forget my name?”

“I’d never forget you.”

His face would forever be etched in her mind. His laugh would forever be in her ear drums and his fingertips would forever be plastered to her skin. She could never forget him. She could never not love him.

He was the first boy she ever loved and she was certain he would be the last. Who else would know her favorite ice cream and leave a pint outside of her door for when she got home from work? Who else would know exactly what her facial expressions meant when she was reading a book? Who else would love her even when she was at her worst? It was 15 years in the making. Their love. And it had only lasted 15 months.

“You can come to school in California, you know,” he had suggested for the millionth time this month alone. It was too late. Yn had already turned in her payments and made her schedule. Frankly, she barely considered it. She and David decided a while ago that this was going to be your last good night. And in the morning, she’d leave for the airport and never look back. Maybe she’d visit him. Maybe she wouldn’t. Either way, they owed it to each other.

Instead of talking, they sat in the sand and watched the waves crash on the shore. They watched the sun set and the stars come out and when it got too chilly, David gave her his jacket. “Wanna get ice cream?” He asked as she shivered.

“Are you crazy?” She laughed but David nodded and stood up, letting the sand release him. He brought her to her favorite ice cream shop and got her her favorite flavor. Triple scoop. He tried to steal licks off her cone but she kept it away from him, laughing hysterically as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. When she was finished, she pushed it into his nose.

“Not fair!” He exclaimed. “You wasted the ice cream!” Yn laughed and David let the ice cream fall into the trash as he pulled her into his chest and kissed her. The ice cream spread on her face but she didn’t care because she wanted to kiss her boyfriend. She wanted to kiss him until she couldn’t breathe.

They rented bikes and rode around town, weaving in and out of traffic and barely stopping at red lights. He picked her a flower out of someone’s garden and she smelled it, smiling behind their petals so he wouldn’t see. “Remember the first I got you flowers?”

She did remember. He couldn’t figure out what kind she wanted so he ended up getting her a bouquet of all of them. She had flowers all over the house. “After knowing you my whole life, I didn’t know what your favorite flowers were.”

“You know now,” she said. She didn’t care that he didn’t know her favorite flowers. That was the beauty of their relationship. They were never done learning about each other.

She didn’t want to cry. She told herself she would not cry tonight. She didn’t want her last memories to be of them crying and being sad but how could she not cry when he was looking at her that way and the sky had too many stars in them and the grass tickled the back of her legs.

“What are you thinking?” David asked. He was laying on his back, his hands folded on his stomach and he looked over at her. She was too busy counting the stars to know what she was thinking.

“That I never want these stars to turn into clouds.”

“I don’t think it works like that,” he tried to joke. She didn’t laugh. “I get what you mean.”

“Everything is perfect when the sun goes down. Everything is perfect now. We can pretend that I’m not going away and you’re not moving and that we’re gonna be together forever.” She spewed. That’s what she was thinking as she counted the stars. That he was her forever and she was leaving it behind.

“We are gonna be together forever. Just not right now,” he told her. Maybe that was true. Maybe she needed to go off on her own to find out who she really was and he needed to do his own thing and hopefully he was huge and successful, he wouldn’t forget about her. Maybe, they’d end up in the same city again.

“Can we just sit here until the sun comes up?” She asked. David nodded, wrapped his arms around her and that’s when she cried. She cried and cried and he smoothed down her hair and shushed her and she couldn’t tell but he was crying, too. But they did. They sat there until the sun came up.

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Hihihi,, this is my first tome reqin,, uhhh can I get a uhhh- Tendou angst?? With a side of hurt/comfort and uhh [Fightin w/ his s/o],, (dunno what they're fightin abt but eh-- ) I really enjoy those 🤝 UHH uHh chocolate mcmuffin-

# — fighting with his s/o

includes: s. tendou x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: swearing

a/n: i’m your first request :o I’m honored!!! i hope you like this <3 also this is my first time writing for tendou so i sincerely apologize in advance

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"satori, can you please be serious for once in your life?! nothing is going to get solved unless you actually listen to me!"

ever since you met the red-haired miracle boy, you quickly took notice of how often he didn't take anything seriously. it was a blessing and a curse, really. whenever things got a little too tense, he never got worked up about it and made some sort of joke in order to make you crack a smile. but this time, you just wanted him to pay attention to you.

tendou had been going out a little too late every night, sometimes not even coming home until the next morning. it made you feel lonely, having to reach out to expect a warm body but met with the cold silk of the bed sheets. you hated it. you would text him multiple times before you went to bed, waiting for something, any type of response. but you were left with nothing.

you had finally gotten the chance to catch him before he went out for the night again, absolutely fed up with feeling neglected.

"i am listening, paradise. i haven't even been going out a lot lately. don't you think you're being a bit overdramatic?"

you couldn't stand how calm he sounded, how he acted like this was no big deal. "i'm not being overdramatic. you've gone out every single night this week, only to come back the next morning. i've slept in our shared bed alone every single night. still want to say i'm being overdramatic?!"

tendou rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk creeping up on to his face, as if he were mocking you. "y/n-chan, how about you take the stick that's up your ass and give it to someone who actually cares. you can't control me, just like i can't control you. deal with it."

he didn't give you a chance to respond before he was turning the knob to the front door.

"tendou, if you walk out that door, don't expect me to be here in the morning."

he paused, "what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffed, his back still facing your angry figure.

"it means i'm done. you said yourself to- what was it? 'take the stick that's up my ass and give it to someone who actually cares.' i'll be gone before you get back."

it was as if a bucket of ice had just been poured over his entire body, the shock from the venomous words spewing from your mouth making him freeze. you had already turned to walk back to the bedroom, putting in everything to keep your emotions at bay. if he wasn't going to give a shit about you, why should you give a shit about him?

it had been about 10 minutes since your ultimatum, your boyfriend still had not come in even after you had gotten ready for bed. you hadn't heard the front door shut, so you weren't sure if he had really left yet. your heart felt empty as soon as your head hit the pillow; all you wanted was for him to stay home and be with you instead of doing god knows what. you were asking the bare minimum, and he couldn't even give it to you.

the loud thoughts clouding your brain had inevitably led you to break down, the salty tears already cascading down your cheeks. you turned your head into the pillow to silence your sobs, hoping that tendou had left so he wouldn't see how broken you really were.

but, the universe had other plans, as you felt the bed dip behind you, a nimble hand making its way into your hair. you turned around to see your lover looking at you with sad eyes, something you've rarely ever seen. you furrowed your brows, confused as to why he was still here.

"i thought you left..." you whispered, your voice slightly hoarse from crying.

"i'm not going anywhere, not when my paradise needs me," the red-haired middle blocker admitted.

he explained to you his thought process after you had left him alone at the front door. he had looked back to these past few days, slowly realizing that you were completely right. he had been to oblivious to your sad gazes every time he went out, your hands reaching out for him in the morning when he came home, the bags under your eyes from staying up late with hopes that he'll come home early.

he was an idiot, and he couldn't believe that his neglect of you had made it this far.

"i'm so sorry, y/n-chan. i'll try- no, i'll do better. i never want to lose you over my stupidity. let me make it up to you, if you'll let me?"

you pondered his words for a moment, sitting up slowly as you held his gaze. you hesitantly grasped his hand in yours, your thumb stroking the back of his.

"...okay, 'tori. but if this happens again, i'm gone. understood?"

he nodded his head as he smiled brightly at you, tackling you in a much needed hug.

"i love you, my paradise."

"i love you too, satori."

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