#my partner works nights

[teensunny]

God i hate the American transportation system.

My car broke. So it goes to the shop.

The shop has had it for a week and a half now and idek if they've started looking at it yet

Getting rides from people for this long has felt terrible and been a nightmare

There is actually no option at all for public transportation to my job. It's a 20 minute drive, 6 hour walk, with not a single option to get there via public transport. It's actually dumb

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[thelastsirenssong]

I'm thinking of Bakugou's hands. Calloused palms and slender fingers, digging into your shoulder blades as you groan, the act unexpected as he asks you a question with two hands, and two words: "Long day?"

The chair you were sitting forward in is wooden, and his thumb pads are diligent as they are gentle seeking out the knots in your muscle.

The night has dragged on seemingly longer than the day, but you find ridicule in his question- as though you had any right to answer what was posed when one of the hardest working people you know is standing at your bowing spine.

"Not really. Just tired, I guess." You push against his hands, and you turn, to face his offended glare. "What?"

"I was working." You laugh, and his scowl deepens as he grabs you by the shoulders. "Turn back around, I ain't finished." You shake your head, facing the back of the wooden chair- examining the grooves, the lines of what once had been rings of age.

"How about I do yours? You sit?" And Katsuki, for how much he has learned, has not learned patience for the self sacrifice of others. His lip curls up, in a familiar disgust- something you don't see in your peripheral- before he bows his own spine to face you, red eyes mere inches from your own.

"Turn the fuck around." His expression is half as cruel as his words are, maybe even half of that still, but you are determined to not meet his gaze, eyes still on the chair.

"I don't wanna." When his hands cup your face you don't expect it. To be pulled from facing a wooden chair by the soft tips of his fingers is all you need to look him in the eye as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs.

"'S too bad I ain't askin'. Come on. Turn around." And so you do, with a slow spin, settling back into the chair rigidly with your face aflame as you feel his fingers find their way back around your shoulders, and he squeezes, forcing you to cave into him again.

"Swear to god everyone around here's always gotta act so fuckin' tough." He pushes harder, his fingets finding another particularly vicious knot, and you groan, but he makes no sound behind you. No snort of gleeful scorn, no scoff of impatience.

"I'm not. I'm not acting tough."

"Then you're lyin'." You laugh softly, and if he smiles behind you, you can't see it.

"Fair point." He grunts, and you hiss at his hands as they move lower, pushing closer to the center of your back.

"I'll let it go if you promise you won't try that shit again."

"Promise?" Your voice is strained with disbelief at being held to an impossible standard, and Katsuki rolls his eyes behind you, something else he knows you can't see.

"Fuck, I can't even get that? Fine. Give it your best shot then, at least. Fuckin' useless." Silence, for all that it is worth, fills the air between you for a moment as his hands find the pain in your back, and pull it apart. You open your mouth, and he hears the relief in your voice as he works another knot away.

"I can promise that." "Good." He wonders if you can hear the relief in his.

[lunar-years]

Can I also say that the worst thing to happen to the roykeeley (and to a smaller extent royjamiekeeley) ship was the episode where Keeley expresses a desire to have like, even TEN Roy-free minutes in her day, which too many people took to mean Keeley (extrovert, social butterfly, move-maker, lover) hates quality time in both concept and execution and only wants to see her significant other on the weekends, maybe, and would probably sleep in a separate room, whereas Roy is a permanently needy fucker who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other 24/7 in order to survive, and that therefore they are ~Fundamentally Incompatible.~ Instead of what I think the episode was trying to convey, which is that Keeley desires a very extremely normal amount of time to herself especially while she is focusing on Getting Tasks Done/Literally Working Her Job and that Roy had spent the last several months being insanely clingy largely because he was bored and angry and aimless without football and using his girlfriend as his singular purpose for living (which is not sustainable or healthy behavior with ANY partner, even one as equally attached at the hip) only for him to then get a job at the same place Keeley works, so that she could literally never get any time away from him even At Her Job. Thus tipping the scale beyond “Roy’s love language is Quality Time and he can be a bit clingy, which can be reasonably accommodated by a willing partner” to “Roy is Driving Keeley Actually Motherfucking Batshit Crazy” a problem which then gets solved by Roy leaving Keeley alone for the length of one (1) singular self care bath.

[rexscanonwife]

If you have an f/o that loses many people close to them, imagine them allowing themselves to grieve in front of you. To be held in your arms as their shoulders shake with the force or their crying because they need to let it out or it'll consume them from the inside out. They can be vulnerable with you, they can fall apart with you, knowing you'll help them pick the pieces back up.

[mamawasatesttube]

sometimes i read fics w the breaking up and making up tag and its like. in theory im so down for it i love the drama, but in practice i think i might just be kind of a bitch but 99% of the time im like. wtf. how could you just get back together after that. if someone said that to ME i would NEVER kiss them again let alone two seconds after they manage a shitty apology. if someone did that to me i would dump their ass for GOOD. fuck that guy! at least tell him "actually i need some time to think about it" when he comes back grovelling. bruh. where are your STANDARDS.

[silverskye13]

hurghhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnn hi I just read the second part of the tango-helsknight tanguish rescue mission. and. mmmmmmm I am metaphorically clawing and biting at the walls right now (/positive). I just wanted to let you know that your writing is so incredibly tasty and good and viscerally intriguing (/positive) and idk if that made sense because it's 1 am and I'm not sure if I can entirely form coherent thoughts right now but. congratulations RNS has changed my brain chemistry forever and it is probably THE favorite fic ever for me :>

Thank you so much for writing and existing and I hope you have a very very nice day and/or night :>

Oh goodness! Go get some sleep anon!

But thank you very much for the kind words! RnS is a very fun passion project. I'm having the time of my life working on it [when it isn't actively bullying me pffpfpff]. I'm glad you're getting just as much, if not more, enjoyment out of reading it as I get making it.

I hope you have a very good night! Dream of knights errant, and remoras, and a universe that loves you.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

The fanon interpretation of Vox and Valentino's relationship really is just Satan and Saddam Hussein in South Park huh.

[giliath]

I know you can’t help it; I know it’s just in your nature to be so vigilant and to jump at every little sound and bolt at every little movement. But that will not stop me from trying to make you feel so safe and loved anyway

[reasonsforhope]

"Hey MC, why are you answering asks for the first time in like a year (?? or something) at 1am on a Sunday night???"

Well you see I am at work at 1am on a Sunday night. Which I don't mind much, actually. But I am bored!! In just the right kind of way, apparently, to answer asks tonight.

Does this mean I will start answering asks more regularly? Who tf knows. I sure don't lol rip

[suniside-crossing]

pimp!cal

that is all

[kowabungadoodles]

dumping some thoughts in the tags

[a-ikuoliver]

me n my dad kink against the world 💪

[bonefall]

where’s that little horror piece about kits never growing up in Starclan? because I remember it so vividly but I can’t find it.

The one about Bright Stream?

Weird that it's so hard to find! It's probably because it's got such heavy tags lmao.

I really mean it though like, canon's permakitten system and the idea that Bright Stream is up there, forever taking care of fetus children who were filled by sudden knowledge and yet never grow past that point absolutely horrifies me. Jesus Christ. I don't know how anyone reads that final scene in Path of Stars and isn't filled with itching, white-hot existential dread, man.

Sometimes you just gotta write horror about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kirby-the-gorb]