#of not having to worry that people around me can clock that my chest isn't flat ? of not having to deal with binding

[gender-euphowrya]

oooOoOogh hoptal tomorro....

[gravegoer]

OMG I love your last sevika work💖😍

Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?🥹👉👈

Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much 💖 (my girl deserve a rest )

Taking care of her ✧₊⁺

thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!

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You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.

But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.

"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."

She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.

Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.

You just being her cute little wife made her melt.

On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.

Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.

Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.

While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.

She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.

She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.

When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.

When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.

Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.

She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.

One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.

Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)

Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.

Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.

When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.

But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.

When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.

"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.

This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."

You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.

Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"

You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"

"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.

Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.

"Join me?"

thank you for the ask ! this was fun to write and i hope for more asks in the future :) my inbox is always open !! and as always reblogs and kudos are always appreciated let me know if you liked this <𝟑 .ᐟ

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911 season 8B opening idea...

Buck helps Eddie pack up his stuff. They pack boxes, put away the kitchen supplies, the Playstation, the photos. And you can see they're both hurting. After the last box is closed, only the furniture still stands. "That's for the moving company," Eddie says and it's the first words we hear in the one minute packing montage.

They sit down on the couch and look ahead at the black TV screen. You see their reflections in it.

"I'm gonna - gonna miss that couch," Buck mutters.

"I'm gonna -" Eddie stops. He brings his hand up to his chest and clenches his jaw. Takes a deep breath to fight down the upcoming anxiety attack. "I'm gonna miss your lasagna."

The silence is heavy. Somewhere in the background, a clock is ticking. The phone rings.

They hear about Maddie.

----

In the hospital, Buck waits outside Maddie's room. Eddie's next to him, a deja-vu of the horrible day when Chim was attacked and Maddie abducted.

"I hate that you're leaving," Buck says. "But I get it. You don't wanna miss out and you gotta make sure he's safe. I get it. You're all he's got."

And Eddie just looks at him, but Buck is staring straight ahead and doesn't see the tears in Eddie's eyes.

----

"I gotta go or I'll miss my flight."

"I can drive you."

"It's okay. Stay with Maddie."

They hug.

"Just - just call me when you get there, okay?"

Eddie nods, chin still resting on Buck's shoulder.

----

Buck sits on the left of Maddie's bed, Chim's on the right, and Maddie exchanges one look with her husband and takes Buck's hand.

"How are you holding up Evan?"

"Don't worry about me."

"But I do. We do."

Buck sighs and rubs his face. It's all a bit much all at once. People keep leaving him. And he can't change it. He couldn't reach Tommy. He didn't try to change Eddie's mind. All he can ever do is watch as they go.

He shows her all the messages he sent to Tommy, marked as read.

"What if the universe is trying to tell me I'm just meant to stay alone?"

Maddie looks at Chim again, then back at Buck.

"That's not your fate. Evan, I know you. You never give up. If you have someone worth fighting for, you do that. You fight."

"You know," Chim adds, "a man barely wiser than yourself once told me that tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love him, tell him."

----

"Listen, I know you don't wanna hear it but I - I hate this. I just want - I don't know. God, I don't know what I want but I know it's not this. Please, just - just call me back."

---

Buck is in his car, speeding down the street way too fast considering the heavy rain. He sees sirens in the distance and a traffic jam sign. He gets closer. There's a car right at the exit of the highway. It's flipped onto the back, the driver must have hit the brakes too hard and lost control.

Buck passes the scene. He turns his head, trying to recognize any of the firefighters huddled around the car. That's when his eyes catch the scratch at the door of the overturned vehicle. He remembers the day it got there.

He slams the brakes.

----

Inside the car, a phone is lying with a cracked screen. A firefighter takes it.

"Hurry up!" someone yells.

"Someone get me a tourniquet!" another one shouts.

The unnamed firefighter looks down onto the phone screen. The screen is frozen.

1 voice mail from: Buck

----

"Sir, you cannot be here."

"No. No, I - I gotta - I gotta be there."

He points his shaky finger at the ambulance.

"Do you know that man?"

Buck can't speak.

Not far away, the sign for LAX stands tall above the highway. It would have been just one more exit.

----

The house is South Bedford Street is vacant and silent. The old clock is still on the wall, but it stands still. But there's still a light on in the living room. The only thing it illuminates is a couch.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine. Part Two.

The affair was always a ticking time bomb. No one could have predicted how big the explosion would be.

Part One. Part Three. Part Four.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. so much angst. sorry not sorry <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Author's Note - thank you thank you thank you for all of the love on clandestine!! it makes me so happy that so many people love reading stewy fics, because there is a criminal lack of them on here. i am more than happy to provide <3 as always, feedback and reblogs are massively appreciated !!

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

��There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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You're half awake and disorientated. Stewy got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried. Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Kendall. Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Kendall's team saw you and Stewy leave the gala together. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass with your lipstick print on it abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Stewy wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Kendall hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Kendall asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but Kendall needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Ken-"

"Ken, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your brother earnestly.

"Ken, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily. You decide the backtalk is a result of his confusion, and give him a pass.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Kendall moves to sit down next you. Stewy follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your brother more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Stewy, we're -"

"Together," Stewy finishes for you. Kendall glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Kendall is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you question, anger bubbling up. "It's my life, Kendall. It actually doesn't matter who I date. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make a difference."

He looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive. How can you sit here and tell me this doesn't change anything?"

You go to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Kendall-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, willing it to swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. You work for Waystar. Stewy is a board member. That's a conflict of interest."

You scoff at him, but then realise he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell Stewy? And he tells Sandy and Sandi, and then the Pierces, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Kendall.

"You're breaking my fucking heart, Ken," you whisper.

"Yeah? Well I walked in here this morning, and you broke mine first."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap. Stewy can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, man, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is the two people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Kendall stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Stewy is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, baby," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Stewy's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Stewy in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Stewy clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Stewy, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Kendall get in your head?"

"Kendall's right!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Stewy gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that family has put you through."

"They're still my family. I can't lose my entire family, Stewy!"

"What kind of fucking family stab each other in the back? Lie to each other? Sell each other out for business? You're better off without them and you know it."

You know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You heard what he said! He won't trust me anymore. No one will. It's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be known as the Roy liability."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named the Roy liability."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I'm the youngest, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Stewy flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

Stewy swears his hard breaks so hard, the both of you hear it shatter. A silent tear rolls down his cheek, big brown eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You duck your head, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Stewy thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Stewy Hosseini. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Stewy is left, cold and empty, in the apartment that no longer feels like home.

so... part 3??

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[prettybrownelf]

Hi I hope your still taking requests for Brett hand? Could you do a male reader? Where reader is really awkward and new to the team. And Brett starts having a straight guy crisis when he starts falling for reader?

Lunch Date

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

a/n- so sorry this took so long life has been hectic

Pairings - Brett Hand x Male! Reader

Summary- Brett falls for the new guy at work, despite never liking a guy before

Word Count- 1006

Content Warnings- Anxiety, Fluff, Brett Is A Mess

Brett can hear his heart beating in his ears. He rubs the sweat forming on his palms onto his black slacks. The pattern ding! from the clock sends a shock through his body as he tries to keep his eyes on Reagan. 

But there was you. 

Standing next to Reagan. 

He watched as you swayed a bit in your chair, messing with a string on the end of your coat to calm your own nerves. Brett couldn't tear his eyes away from you. It made his head hurt. Not because you're attractive, that's obvious to him, but because you're a guy. 

Never once had Brett questioned his sexuality. But here he was, trembling in his chair with a beat red face over a cute guy. 

“Brett?” Reagan says. Bretts nearly jumps out of his seat as he looks at her. She lazily points to you, next to her. “Show’em around, please.” Brett nods as he quickly stands up and leads you out of the room. There isn't enough air in the building for Brett right now as he tries to act as normal as possible. 

“What's your name?” Brett asks. He tries to ignore how his voice cracks. You, however, don't seem to be as nervous anymore as you look around. “(Y/n).” Brett takes a deep breath in as he turns a corner. “Here's the lab. Reagan is normally here. She also doesn't like when people touch things.” Bretts eyes stay on you as he watches you nod along with him. 

Crushing anxiety fills Bretts chest as the two of you walk around the building. “So, what are you into outside of work?” Brett asks. His hands tremble by the side of him as he tries not to stare too hard. You give a small shrug as you talk. “I either sleep or play video games. Mostly sleep and work.” 

Brett curses to himself as he tries to keep his voice from trembling. “What kind of games?” Brett almost gags at his stupid ‘cool guy’ voice. His cheeks flare as he hears a small chuckle come from you. “Honestly? Anything that slightly peaks my interest.” Brett gives a shaky smile. A sinking feeling makes its way into Bretts chest. 

He quickly looks away once he realizes he's been staring. The rest of the tour is spent with Brett desperately trying to make sure you don't know how nervous he is. He doubts it works. 

By the end of the day Brett feels like he's been hit by a bus. His head is spinning and he's getting a migraine. 

“You good?” Reagan asks. She has a slightly worried look on her face as she catches Brett before he leaves. Brett gives the best smile he could. “Yeah! Just tired.” Reagan gives a slow nod as she looks Brett up and down. “Uh-huh.” She mumbles. 

Brett stands in silence as Reagan sighs. “Ok. What's wrong?” Before Brett can say anything, Reagan interrupts. “I don't care. Just tell me so I can go home and we can deal with it tomorrow.” Brett thinks for a moment as he stares at her. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before he mutters out his words. “I think the new guys cute.” 

Reagan’s  shoulders drop as she gives a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I thought you fucked something up!” Brett feels the air trapped in his chest escape in his own sigh as he opens his car door. “No, I didn't break anything. You always think I broke something.” Reagan sips her coffee as she pats Brett’s shoulder on the way to her own car. “Don't be so weird about it! Everyone has workplace crushes.”

Brett sits in his car for a moment as he thinks to himself. Workplace crushes are normal, he has no reason to be worried! But what if you're not into that? What if he's just confused? Wouldn't he have liked a guy before if he was into guys? 

The spinning thoughts become too much for him as he finally pulls into his driveway. Brett can feel his body wanting to crash in of itself as he throws himself on his couch and groans into his cushions. 

As the world spins around him, the familiar buzzing of his phone forces him out of his whirling thoughts. 

            ‘hey, it's (y/n)’’

Brett looks at the message for a few seconds before typing with shaky fingers. 

            ‘Hey!’

He feels himself cringe in on himself as he rethinks everything he's ever done in his life up until this moment. The thoughts can't last for long though as another buzz comes quickly. 

            ‘wanna get lunch tomorrow?’

Brett types faster than he ever has in his life

            ‘Absolutely!’

As Brett texts (Y/n) about getting lunch, he can't help the twisting feeling in his stomach that gets worse with every message. Brett takes a long deep breath once he and (y/n) end the conversation. It's fine, it's just lunch with a co-worker! Don't think so deeply about it! 

Despite his best efforts, his anxiety doesn't subside that night, or the following day as he walks to a local restaurant to meet (Y/n).

Brett adjusts his collar as he walks into the building and is immediately greeted by a smiling face. 

“Hey!” You smile as the two of you get a table. Brett feels his hands getting sweaty as the two of you order. 

“So, why did you want to get lunch?” Brett asks, taking a nervous sip of his water. (Y/n) chuckles softly as a bit of heat travels to his cheeks. “Honestly, I thought you were cute. I wanted to get to know you.” 

Brett almost chokes on his water as he quickly looks at you. His voice shakes slightly as he tries his best to play cool. “You think I'm cute?” 

(Y/n) laughs with a nod. “Yes, I think you're very cute.” Brett smiles as their food arrives at the table. Brett picks up a fork as he looks back to (Y/n). 

“Well, let's get to know each other then.” 

[abiiors]

VEEEEEEE, i messaged you a few days ago that i was at work and thinking many thoughts of ross and i am once again at work and thinking many thoughts of our big beautiful man…

IN PARTICULAR idk why this is the scenario on my mind but ROSS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU 🤭🤭🤭 and being sosoooooo smitten and soft for you…. (gnawing at my enclosure) like in this scenario i keep thinking about, it’s ross waiting for you to show up to like an intimate gathering of friends and you’ve met the boys and everyone before through charli cause that’s bestie (need her expeditiously) and you and ross really hit it off!! his head is full of nothing but thoughts of you!! so he’s clearly distracted until you get there then he’s all smiles and laughs and gentle touches (need to be institutionalized) but ALSO until you get there he’s all impatient and antsy asking charli if you let her know what time you’d be there but he asks it more than once so everyone starts teasing him for having a crush and then they tease him even more once you get there cause his whole demeanor changes i’m thinking many normal thoughts 😍😍😍

OH MY GODDDDDDD ANON YOU'RE IN MY HEAD BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY A SLEEP SCENARIO FOR ME!!!! i love the whole dynamic of having a crush so much, it's just SO. SOFT. 😭😭

yes, absolutely, you've been introduced to their friend group through charli because she is the fucking coolest and makes an offhanded comment like "hmmm you know what now that you're single, there's someone i wanna introduce you to" (that someone being ross obv) and you do absolutely hit it off but maybe you're both a bit shy at first to ask each other out immediately. like you like each other a lot and worry that the other might not feel the same but oh lordddd he is so down bad.

he's quite good at hiding it though, or maybe he thinks he's quite good at hiding it 🤭 like he won't go up to charli and directly ask her when you're coming. he'd instead just casually be like "oh, thought your friend was coming too, isn't she?" all cool and aloof as if he doesn't care, he's just 'curious' but charli instantly clocks it and smirks at him like "well, aren't you curious!!! she's running a bit late don't worry. she'll be here in 15, i just got a text from her."

and he spends the next 15 minutes trying not to hover near the door so he can be the one to open it once the doorbell rings. anyway, he isn't the one to open it--george is. and you go around saying hello to people and hugging both george and charli before you shyly wave at ross and fix your hair a bit (self conscious, it was kinda windy outside and ross finds it so adorable that your hair is all unruly and messy in a very effortlessly sexy way)

charli immediately hooks her arm with yours and pulls you towards ross and goes "so ross is really good at making cocktails and you were saying how you were gasping for a good martini!" and then she sorta pushes you both together towards her home bar and says "go ahead, use whatever you like"

while your back is turned she also throws a wink at ross who rolls his eyes and mouths a silent thank you (she really is a good wingwoman) and well turns out he is really good at making cocktails. you even comment on it and he's like "come on i'll teach you." so you hold the shaker in your hands a bit unsure until you feel him right behind you and so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. his cologne is mouth-wateringly good and you fucking want to turn around and pull him into a kiss.

he is no better tho--his heart is fucking hammering in his chest because he really does fancy you so much and you're so fucking close to him. so he does the second best thing which is wrapping his hand over yours under the guise of teaching you how to make a martini.

your hand is so small and soft in his and it's like the first time he's ever properly touched you so he feels like he's fucking sixteen again. no one is paying attention to the martini, you're both just busy blushing and being idiots in general. <3

[hel-phoenyx]

Meili belongs to @azeler, Domhildr to @soupedepates, Oli to @thal-ent and Kaizarz and Skuld (mentioned) to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Needed to get some things out after the end of today's session /pos

Never been a fan of casinos, and I'm not a big fan on betting everything I own, either. Valentina may have left me the commandment, even if its for maintaining an appearance, while she sleeps and Kaizarz is consigned in, but I still have no rights to put the boat on the line.

I'm good with earning some qianfu and calling it a day, and I guess that if Meili did follow me even after throwing me than mean look, he is not in the mood to continue betting either. Well, that's what I can infer from the fact he's still following me.

I'm not in a good mood, for many reasons, one being that I feel like both a fraud an an incompetent and not a lot of people are helping with that feeling. i'm used to it, but today it stings. Maybe because that comes from the people that call themselves my friends.

The only friends I have left.

Also, Skuld's prediction and Kaizarz's words are worrying me. What's waiting for me at Luo Fei ?

So it is no surprise that when I find Oli again, having earned his fair share too while I was busy stopping Domhildr to go and bet her life upstairs, I am not in a good mood. I'm hiding that well enough, no one notices, but it is still not enjoyable to see her smile and having no energy to answer to it.

"Are we going back to the boat ?" They ask with a shiver of the wings.

I nod.

"Yeah. I've betted enough for today. I just need to warn- talk with the rest of the crew about that bribe matter."

That was close. Dunbar, our chaperone not paying a lot of attention to us, is still not aware the Kraken-King is on the boat. I'd rather not face problems with administration for lying about hiding the fucking king. They're already suspicious enough of my own legacy.

Oli doesn't answer, and we just start walking. General mood is low, I can feel it. Domhildr still is under the stress of the interrogation, having to distort truth so she isn't the cause of our downfall ; Meili looks agitated, don't know why. And Oli... I've always had a hard time deciphering their feelings.

So it is no surprise the silence escorts us. It is no surprise I can hear footsteps on the grounds, those of two people, to the point I can even infer they're women based on the noise of the shoes. It is no surprise I hear two feminine voices, that stops the moment we turn around a corner.

The first woman, I know is way older than she looks; There is a little something on her pale face, her red eyes, the marking on her cheeks. Her clothes feel a little too rich, a little to well-cut for a simple merchant. Even her hair is very-well taken care of. Long, royal blue hair flowing on her shoulders. I don't need my senses nor my magic to clock her as a danger.

But it's the second one that makes me stop dead in my tracks.

She's small, for both normal and my perpective. Dressed in a heavy armor with runes I can recognise. Purple tatoos on her face I've seen only in legends. Pale, even paler than me, with her cheeks almost blue.

Blue-eyed. White-haired. With a braid crown I would recognize anywhere for Skuld wove it in my hair yesterday.

Alive.

Everything she's not supposed to be.

And worst is

She, too, recognised me.

She stops. Blinks. Extends a hand, like she cannot believe it.

I can't, either.

"... Tyr ?"

How long

How long since I've heard that voice ?

I'm still frozen in place, eyes wide, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I fear he will break my ribs. I can't answer. But I know she doesn't need an answer. We both know it cannot be something else than the other.

The other woman turn towards me, and frowns.

"... Oh. So that's him."

I don't listen to her anymore.

Not that I would, anyway.

But she jumped in my arms like no one else existed and I can feel her heat, I can feel her heartbeat, I can feel her arms around me she's alive she's alive she's alive she's alive.

Seeing I don't react, Meili tries to pull her off me. And, of course, this is when my body reacts. My arms close around her, and I keep her close, like I should have like I thought I never could again like

Don't you dare try to take her from me.

I won't let anyone do so this time.

Meili frowns. But Oli, next to me, just has an hesitant smile, and lifts a hand, trying to focus the attention on something more normal.

"Huh.... Tyr, can you introduce us ?"

Can I ?

I've spent so long of my life hiding them from you. Because they wanted to. I'm sure she, too, remembers. The way she clings to my body like she wants to hide in it, as she always did when we were in danger. She doesn't even throw a look towards Oli or Meili, even if she did throw a foot in Meili's direction. keeping him away from us. She got stronger. I remember how frail she was.

But, now the cat's out of the bag, and I guess I can't hide her existence anymore.

I've never thought she would be once out in the open.

I just sigh.

".... Alright. Guys, let me introduce to you Brynja."

I hide her family name like I always did since that fateful day.

"My best friend-"

And so much more.

"That I thought dead."

Did I really need to meet a ghost from my past ?

Will she be the only one ?

Or do ice-blue eyes wait from me in the corner, with the word traitor on drew-back lips.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

A few days pass and still nothing. I haven't received any message or phone call from Jake. I've never even gotten an email. I'm starting to go out of my mind with worry. I got another message this morning from whoever is behind this clown mask. He sent me another warning, this time his warning was more serious. “You have 48 hours to get your boyfriend to back off, if he doesn't I will come for you. I'm watching you” I throw my phone at the wall in anger, the screen smashing as it hits the floor. I knock everything onto the floor, everything smashing into pieces as it hits the floor. The anger just won't leave my body. I punch the wall so hard my fist goes straight through the wall.

I calmed myself down and banged my hand up grabbing the dustpan and brush. I begin cleaning up the mess I made. After I finish I put all the rubbish in the bin and sit back down trying to work out what to do next. I think the safest thing I can do is pack a bag and go stay in a motel or something. Staying here just isn't safe but first I need to go get a few supplements from the store. I head out of my appointment door and get into my car and drive to the store and get what I need for my stay in a motel. When I get back to my apartment I notice the door is open. I approach slowly and slowly push the door open. I walk inside and see all my things smashed all over the floor, all my pictures have been knocked off the walls and smashed, my bookshelf is broken, my coffee table smashed to pieces.

As I walk around my apartment I can hear the cracking of the broken glass beneath my feet. Whoever it was that's done this is long gone. Entering my bedroom there is a massive clown symbol on my bedroom wall dripping in what looks like blood. My stomach starts to do somersaults. I run to the bathroom and throw up. I grab my broken phone and take the SIM card out and put it on the new one I bought from the store. After it's all set up I decide to send Jake another message in the vain hopes that he responds.

MC: Jake!! I really need your help here now my whole apartment is trashed and look at this someone painted a clown symbol on my bedroom wall in blood!! Please, I'm begging you to get in contact with me. I can't stay in my apartment anymore. It's not safe. I'm going to a motel. I don't know which one yet but just hack my phone or whatever. If you see this before at my room by 8pm if not then I know this whole thing was completely pointless. After packing all the things I need I grab my keys and head out to my car. I found a little motel a few miles away from duskwood. After checking in I go to my room and put my bag down. Taking a look around the room it actually looks quite nice, not at all what I expected. Even the bedding is fresh and clean.

I go to check out the bathroom and it looks really nice, the tiles on the wall are a light blue colour with purple flowers on them. The shower looks pretty decent. I go back into the other room and put my food supplies on top of the chest of draws. I take a look at the time and it's 7pm, only an hour to go before I really am on my own. I try to pass the time by watching some TV but nothing I put on is distracting me from what's happening. I look back at the clock and it's 7:30. I get off the bed putting my phone down on the bed and open the balcony door. It was just a small balcony with a small table and chairs in the corner. Looking out into the night sky I could hear people talking and laughing as they made their way home to be with their loved ones.

My heart started to ache one day. That could be me and Jake just going about our lives without a care in the world. It's a nice thought to hold onto that one day it could happen or at least we would be together.

Jake's POV

What I thought was going to be any normal day. Well normal as it gets being on the run from the FBI. I am planning my next steps to find another place to hide out when I get a message from MC. My heart starts to beat faster than it ever did before. We didn't get to see each other in duskwood as I promised with the FBI hot on my heels I had to get out of the mine as quickly as I could without them seeing me. Her message is telling me someone is watching her and telling me to back off. Their calling card is a clown, a symbol I am all too aware of as I have seen this once before. I need to do some research before I reach out to her. It's not something I want to worry her with at the moment, however selfish it may be.

I spend the next few days trying to do all the research I can. I've managed to find out a few things but nothing of any importance. I get up from my computer and go into the bathroom to freshen up a little. It's been a few days since I was able to shower. When I finish in the bathroom I come back out and walk over to my computer and see another message from MC. She's received another message and this time is a little more concerning. She's going to stay in a motel and is asking me to meet her there by 8pm.

Now is the time that I go to her and tell her that everything is going to be okay, I won't ever leave her again. I've done nothing but think about her ever since I made contact with her. I have found her fascinating. My last words to her was I love you MC. She told me she felt the same way as me. She loves me too. I have to make sure that it is safe before I leave. My pursuers have not yet reached where I am which gives me some time to reach MC. I pack up my things, put my backpack and load everything into the car and make my way to where MC is staying.

Everything is loading into the car and I am now making my way to MC. Her motel isn't too far away, about an hour's drive it's 7pm so I will be there for 8pm. I have thought about what I am going to say to her when she opens the door. I've thought about what her reaction is going to be when she sees me standing in front of her. I want to tell her all the reasons why I wasn't able to contact her for so long. I want to be able to tell her why she is now being hunted down by a complete psychopath that keeps leaving clown images when he sends her messages.

After an hour's drive I pack up my car in the car park and walk towards MC's motel door. I take a deep breath and knock softly on her door. I hear her footsteps getting closer and closer towards the door. The door handle slowly turns and the door opens up and I see her standing there right in front of me. Her long brown hair, her green hazel eyes looking right into my soul.

MC’s POV

I come back in from the balcony and close the door behind me, I check the time and it's 7:58p.m. I hear a knock at the door and I jump a little. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. Is that really going to be Jake standing on the other side of that door? Has he really come to save me from this nightmare? I guess there is only one way to find out and that's to answer the door and find out. The closer I get to the door the more my heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. I somehow managed to grab hold of the door handle with my shaking hands and open up the door.

It was really him standing in front of me with his beautiful black hair and ocean blue eyes looking right back at me. I notice the dark circles underneath his eyes. I don't know when the last time he slept. I somehow managed to move to one side so he could come into the room. I close the door and lock it behind me. I turn around and he's standing there. I want to say something but I can't seem to form a sentence right now.

He walks towards me and places his arms around me and holds me close to him. I can smell the cologne he's got on it smells like spices, warm, fragrant and inviting. I wrap my arms around his body and hold on as tight as I can not wanting to let go.

[sortofanobsession]

Starting to think that Truck hates me (Final Piece of In a Flash or Two)

Part 3 of sorts. Buck's POV, because I had to make it more Buddie. So this is more wishful thinking than speculative.

Part 1: In a Flash or Two (9-1-1 Pre-6b Speculative Fic) Eddie's POV

Part 2: In the face of repeated turmoil Bobby's POV

A/N: Again, I didn’t get to give this a final read through because of a migraine but I wanted to get it out as soon as I could. So it may get edited after posting. Please excuse any typos. I don’t have a beta reader and my brain is just not having it today. 

Buck doesn't know what is happening until it's too late. He doesn't know until the pain starts. It is searing and unbelievable. It is too much. He blacks out.

He wakes up to the feeling of overwashed sheets and bright lights. He groans. Everything feels off. His eyes are sore. Actually, everything is sore. It's like he did a full-body workout and then ran into traffic. His senses feel off, but he has them. He hears his sister's voice. He feels a hand on his. He focuses on her and what she says. 

"That's it, Evan," she says. He thinks he can hear her smile. "Take your time."

She squeezes his hand. He is sluggish, but he squeezes back. It's like it takes twice as long for his brain to sense what is happening and return the action. But he is getting quicker.

"You're safe, and you're not alone," she assures him. "I'm here. Bobby's here. Everything will be okay."

He opens his eyes. He has to blink a bunch before his eyes seem to focus. 

"How do you feel?" Bobby asks from where he stands. Leaning ever so slightly towards him.  

"Like…I'm starting to think that truck hates me."

Maddie chuckles, and Bobby sighs. Buck looks up to see a relieved smile on his captain's face. 

"Understandable, but I might need more than that. Doctors might not understand that one."

"Like my senses are on a live TV censor delay," Buck admits. They both laugh this time, and it eases something in Buck's chest. He can't help but smile. 

"You know the drill, Evan," Maddie says. "Where are you on the pain scale, 0-10? 0 being no pain. 10 being the worst pain in your life."

"Umm…like a…6? My neck hurts, and my…" he gestures to his upper thighs, hips, and torso. "This kinda hurts."

"Okay, 6 is okay, they gave you some pain meds already, but I'll let them know." 

Maddie goes to talk to the nurse. 

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I was on the ladder. It was storming. Then it hurt like hell and then waking up."

"That makes sense," Bobby assures him, squeezing his shoulder gently. "You were hit by lightning and fell off the aerial. Your safety line caught you. The harness left a few painful marks, but it kept you alive. That's why you’re sore in a few spots." Buck nods when he gets it. 

Bobby lets him know the guy that was with him on the truck was already released as Maddie comes back in with the nurse. 

After the nurse leaves, Buck looks at the clock and then around the room. Normally Eddie would be here. Eddie isn't here. That's odd.

"Wait, where's Eddie? Did he go home?" Buck can’t help but ask.

“Let me start by saying that Eddie’s stable. He was struck too,” Bobby starts. “He looked like more of a contact strike. You, on the other hand. Your turnout gear might have helped you a bit, but you have one hell of a burn.” 

“Can I see him? I wanna see him,” Buck says. 

"Eddie is okay," Bobby assures him. "Not going anywhere yet. You or him. But he's stable."

"You need to get yourself better before you can do anything for Eddie," Maddie points out. "His aunt and Hen are with him." 

"What about Christopher?"

"He is at Isabel's, and Carla said she'd help if needed."

"He's okay, just worried about you and Eddie," Maddie adds. The doctor comes in, cutting off any chance that he’ll get to see Eddie soon.

The doctor explains a lot to him. 90% of people hit by lightning live. What kind of life they have varies. It all depends on how much energy actually went through him, where it hit, and what organs might have been affected. He gets that. He knew what electricity did to the body. It was his job to know. Direct strikes are more likely to be fatal. When they aren’t fatal, they leave damage that is often permanent. Between 70-80% never get back to normal. He is given a list of things they want to monitor for. Neurological and musculoskeletal damage, seizures, muscle spasms, vision issues, and damage to his cardiovascular system since his heart stopped and CPR was required. That means tests. Lots of tests he is going to hate. The only not-so-scary thing was that he’d be left with Lichtenberg figures. A weird scar. Just what he needed, more scars. It’s a lot to take in. How was he going to come back from this? Nope, not going to think about that. He’d come back from worse odds, hasn’t he? Like surviving a bombing and a crush injury. Blood clots. A tsunami while on blood thinners. Surviving something that is usually survivable, like lightning. He’d be fine, right? 20-30% of people move on just fine. And he had the advantage of being physically sound and fit for duty when it happened. That counted for something, right? And having quick-acting colleagues that got him medical treatment as fast as possible. Sure, he might end up on more meds for some time, but it wouldn’t be forever, right? He’d be fine. Like always. Yeah, he had to be. He wondered what Eddie’d be left with. He really wanted to go see Eddie. His head hurts. Maybe he’ll ask again once he gets a bit of sleep. Maybe his eyes will hurt less. 

When he wakes up again, Bobby and Maddie are still there. They tell him nothing has really changed. Eddie’s still out, but that’s not a bad thing. That Buck should probably still be out too. So he doesn’t fight it when he feels tired again.

The third time he wakes up, Bobby is gone. Hen is there. Maddie refuses to leave. 

"Eddie woke up," Hen tells him. “Bobby's been in with him.” 

"How is he?" Buck asks.

"Panicky, grumpy, so not too far off normal," Hen jokes. "He's okay, Buck. He was more worried about you than anything."

Hen heads home once it is clear both of her idiot teammates aren't going to die overnight. She encourages them both to get some sleep and quit being stupid.

A bit later, when it was still just him and his sister, Buck gets antsy.

"Pain?" She asks. He shakes his head. "So bored?" He half-shrugs. "Then what's up?" She asks. When he hesitates to answer Maddie looks at him. She studies him. "Something to do with Eddie?" She asks, a soft look on her face.

"I…okay, yeah," Buck admits. "He probably regrets making me Christopher's guardian now."

"I highly doubt that," Maddie says. "You really do think acts of nature are your fault, don’t you…" 

"No, but you gotta admit I'm not much help to either of them now."

"I am sure Eddie disagrees."

"He shouldn't. I mean, look at what happened. Look where we are. Look at what might-"

"If you are worrying about what I think you are, knock it off." They both turn to see Eddie in the doorway. Begrudgingly in a wheelchair as per hospital policy. Bobby behind him. 

"Tia Pepa went home," Eddie tells them. "Abuela will be here in the morning."

"He wore the staff down until they let him come visit," Bobby tells them as he moves to sit in one of the chairs. 

"Now, what were you talking about?" Eddie asks. 

Buck doesn't answer. 

"Buck, if this is about Christopher-" 

"Maddie, when was the last time you ate?" Bobby asks. "I could go for a snack or something. Need to stretch your legs?"

"Good idea," Maddie agrees, and they both make a hasty exit. 

"Wow, very subtle," Buck grumbles. 

Eddie huffs. "Forget them. Now tell me, what makes you think I'd doubt choosing you as his guardian now?" 

"Because we're both here. Because I'm here as often as you are. And usually-"

"We're both here because I didn't think about the risks when I saw you just hanging there. Lightning was still very much a treat, and I ignored it."

"You're here because of me?" Buck asks. 

"No, Buck. I'm here because of me. Because the idea of you not being here in this room is scarier than us both being here. Because that would mean you didn't make it. And if you didn't, and I just stood there…not possible. I told you I would have your back. I have yours, and you have mine. If that means occasionally we end up here together, so that one of us not coming back at all-"

"But that's insane. Christopher needs you," Buck states. 

"We've been through this, Buck," Eddie says in an exasperated, yet some how fond tone. "He needs you too. You aren't expendable. You are-"

"But if it comes down to me or both of us, then you should-"

"You will never convince me to stop trying to save you, Buck. Never. Just like I know I couldn't convince you no matter how hard I try. Because that's what we do for people we care about. That's what we do for our family."

"But I'm not-" 

"I swear on all that is sacred; if the next word out of your mouth is that you aren't our family, I might forget that you got your brain fried today and strangle you myself."

"Empty threat," Buck says. "And you got fried too. That's what started all this."

"What started this is neither of us were smart enough to look for St. Elmo's Fire, the one and only sign I know of for an imminent lightning strike."

"So you didn't consider the risks, huh? Thought everyone figured you were the more rational one of us."

"When have I ever been rational when it comes to your dumb ass trying to get yourself killed?"

"Says the guy who has been shot how many times? And for the record, I've been told numerous times I have a nice ass."

"Tell me something I don't know, your ass might be a work of art, but the rest of you is still stupid reckless," Eddie spits back. It takes a second for both of them to realize what he just said. "Uh…"

"You think my ass is a work of art?" The smug grin on Buck's face was only slightly betrayed by the tips of his ears turning red. 

"Objectively, you could say- aw screw it," Eddie fails to keep his head about him. He still can't get past the image of Buck just dangling there. The idea that he was gone was too fresh in his painkiller-filled mind. "Yes, Buck, your ass is a masterpiece, and it is a distraction that I will happily endure every shift. Especially whenever we get stuck washing the truck or the rig. Like good God, Buck, have you-"

"Me? Have you seen you?" 

"Not a competition," Eddie points out. "because again, there is no way you will ever convince me that you aren't important. You are important to me, to Christopher. Wanting you in my life was one of the dumbest smart decisions I ever made because now I don't think I can do this without you. Not now. Not ever. Getting rid of you now would be like tearing out my own heart and my kid's and smashing them to pieces. That would be the most painful and worst thing I could ever do. So screw it," Eddie repeats. "We both could have died today, and I can't let myself keep going on pretending like I could actually survive losing you. You're more then my best friend, Buck. You're my partner in everything that genuinely matters. And yeah, do I wish we were more than that, I mean I'm not blind, you are stunning and you are always so happy and hopeful and I just- Evan, you need to understand-"

"Shut up and come over here-"

"What?" Eddie stares at him. 

"Come here," Buck shifts and pats the bed beside him. "Because you're right. We both could have died, and I don't want you to have to do anything without me because I want to be there too. But right now, my eyes hurt, and it still feels like there's a buzz in my skull, and I want-"

"Okay," Eddie agrees, ignoring the way his stomach flips and heart races at the idea of what he just agreed to. He also ignores the tired ache in his own exhausted body as he climbs in beside Buck in the clearly too small of a bed to easily fit two full-grown men. But neither of them cared. It was comforting, usually just sitting shoulder to shoulder in the truck or on Eddie's couch was enough to make them content. This was infinitely more perfect. A tangle of limbs that meant the other was okay. They were together, and it would be okay. 

"Try not to scare me like that again," Eddie finally says. His voice is just above a whisper from where his head is tucked against Buck's. "I saw you go over, and you were just suspended there, like a marionette with only one string left. And I couldn't take it. I still can't. I close my eyes and see you, hear you. I need you to be okay." He tightens his grip ever so slightly to emphasize his point. "You don't get to leave me without a fight, Evan."

"I won't. Wouldn't do either of them." He leans into the warm like home feeling that he gets when he's with Eddie. The warm presence that he seeks out even on his worst days. That comforting warmth now threatened to drag him back to sleep. A chuckles rattles the chest under his hand as it feels the steady beat of Eddie's heart. "You can sleep. I don't plan on going anywhere."

"But Maddie and Bobby-"

"Would want us both to get some rest, so don't fight it, and I won't either."

"Okay," Buck gives in as he lets his eyes close.

 He doesn't know if his tired and fried brain imagines the feel of a kiss against his temple. The ghost of Eddie's lips on his skin. Or if it was a happy dream. Either way, Buck was happy.

[selfnss]

an email from an unknown address has arrived in tetcho's inbox.

' hello! i hope this is the right address, i am looking for suehiro tetcho? i hope you don't find this too forward, but i was worried after i heard what happened. i'm sure one of your stature isn't too laid out after such an ordeal; you wouldn't be the strongest of the hunting dogs otherwise! but i'm sure it must be hard being reduced to desk duty... it's a feeling i am quite familiar with, haha! write back if you're so inclined, it would be a rather nice break from my usual work emails to hear from you! your secret admirer,

-🐀 '

he's not one to complain needlessly, honestly. but tetcho can't help feeling a pang of something heavy in his chest when he sees the rest of the hounds leave on field missions. he can't help but avoid their uncomfortable glances in his direction where he sits behind his desk, surrounded by varying medications given in an attempt to calm the varying wounds and lingering effects of the drugs he'd been forcibly given in order to weaken the hound's resistances. they keep telling him that it's not his fault. that no one could have foreseen anyone finding the exact cocktail of chemicals that would leave even the hunting dogs nothing more than normal people in the face of an interrogation.

tetcho doesn't know if he believes them, though.

still. no amount of agonising would change his situation. tetcho knows this - and yet it's a task in of itself to keep himself focused on the screen before him and his fingers across the keyboard rather than the twinge in his chest at every saddened look he's met with through the open door to his temporary 'office'.

emails are the worst part of this mandated 'desk duty' - he will admit. people either want him to answer questions he doesn't know the answer to - or they want him to thank them for well wishes over and over again. the repetitiveness dies off soon after, though. especially when he sees an unknown email in the list of incoming messages. amber gaze narrows as tetcho pulls the preview up and leans in somewhat as he focuses fully on the words.

really, he doesn't know what to think about the email sat on the screen before him. it had to come from someone in the building - right? no one else should be able to access this email - especially not one belonging to one of the hounds themselves. brows furrow as tetcho pulls up the reply window and stares at the blinking cursor for a long moment. it's not something he should be replying to on the clock - he knows that but... well, there isn't much else for him to do - not when jono and tachihara insisted on helping him file paperwork before they were summoned to the field.

that, and tetcho can't help the spike of curiosity that settles squarely in his chest. socialising with people other than the other hunting dogs wasn't exactly something he'd ever gone out of his way to do... and, well - maybe it did feel nice not to feel like he's being tiptoed around like he might shatter at any moment.

Hello. You do appear to have the right address. Is there something I can help you with? I can direct you to one of the more admin-related employees if you wish. You have experience with being demoted to desk duty? I am not usually one for complaints but I would much rather be out in the field again - I find I am not suited to sitting still; even with the lingering effects of the cocktail of drugs they exposed me to. May I ask how you managed? Apologies for the unprofessionalism in my question, though I hope to hear from you soon - either to pass your query on to someone more experienced in this area or to read your response. - S.T.

[ohgodimyearning]

I want to hear more time and number related clockboy stories. does he chime every time you have to wake up? a little celebratory chime for when you come home? knows when you have to go to sleep so has a different 'warning' chime? is he distressed when he's out of sync and not the correct time.. does he remember the exact time you became a couple etc

I actually haven't thought about most of this before!

...this got really long so it's under the cut 😅

The only one of these that's crossed my mind is the waking up thing where he has offered to be my alarm clock and I've taken him up on it in the past! We both have whatever the opposite of time blindness is (me because I'm autistic + anxious and him because. He's a clock... But he's also autistic) so I think he would know when to wake me up so I actually get out of bed on time, even if it's waking me up 15-20 min early

As far as chiming goes... He doesn't always do it? I personally think it's something he suppresses out of politeness (considering he "naturally" chimes every 15 min) cuz some people might be driven mad knowing 15 minutes keep passing or something lmao.

That isn't to say that he doesn't still chime here and there tho, I think whenever he's experiencing strong emotions, if a quarter hour hits, he'll chime it in but it's not particularly loud or anything.

The same goes for his tick-tocks, where they're muffled and you can really only hear them if it's really quiet or you put your ear up to his chest

But yeah I don't think he particularly lets out chimes or dings or bongs or anything super often, but he still offers to keep time for people in the form of reminders/being an alarm (in the form of him getting your attention/gently nudging you to wake you up/etc).

As far as being out of sync... It's happened irl before!!! I think he'd get embarrassed more than anything, even though it's not his fault 🥺

(I drew this comic back in March 2023 when he wasn't set forward an hour, to give a visual to how I think he'd react if he wasn't immediately aware of being off time)

He generally needs a human to help him set his time... He usually keeps time well without needing any adjustments between daylight savings starting and ending, but minor adjustments are probably something he can do on his own. But the whole forward or back an hour, he definitely needs an extra set of hands for. If he is having prolonged issues about being in/out of sync with (standard/computer/phone) clocks around him or not having his time adjusted, it's probably really frustrating and anxiety inducing. Fortunately it doesn't happen often!

Also the last thing... 🥺🥺🥺 I really really REALLY love the idea that he knows the exact date and time (down to the second!) of important events and anniversaries and stuff... I don't think he ever fully discloses that to anyone, out of fear of looking pretentious or something (like an "oh you remember the day this happened? Well I remember the exact second!" kinda thing... He's worried about being rude)

That being said, I think it'd be really cute if he timed certain things on our anniversary to line up with the exact moment we became a couple, even if it's something small like a kiss right on the dot, or something far more elaborate like timing a show/movie/whatever to be at a certain scene. Stuff like that! I probably would never know unless he told me, but the gesture means a lot on his end, so it's something he does regardless (also this isn't exclusive to me and our relationship, I'm sure he does this for IASW's ride anniversary and celebrating close friends)

[nucleo-bang-tan]

MAFIA SUGAR DADDY TAE SMUT I BEG YOU🥴🥴🥴

(In) Dependent (KTH Oneshot)

Pairing/s: Rich Mafia!Taehyung X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, lil' angst

Rating: 18+ Sexual Themes

Warnings: unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), slight tit play, sadist!Taehyung, dom! Taehyung, daddy kink, oral sex (both receiving), PWP basically, reader quitting her job, toxic relationship based on my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️, shitty ass writing, and ig that's it, unedited.

Word Count: 2.1k

Sorry @thvhoe if this wasn't what you wanted, not exactly a sugar daddy AU but almost there

You sighed looking over at the clock...10:23

Just 7 more minutes until your shift ends. You worked as a part timer at a cafe. You loved your job but being a cafe worker meant long hours of wait and the only busy hours being the mornings. Not that you needed this job but it just gave you a feeling of independence.

You started packing up, no one would know that you closed the shop a few minutes early right? You exited the counter, leaving your apron in the laundry. Just as you walked closer to the door a significantly loud crash followed by gunshots was heard.

Your mind went blank for a while and you just stood there processing the scene outside the glass doors.

A man lying in a pool of blood.

Gathering yourself, you quickly rushed outside, leaving the cafe unattended.

"E-Excuse me, c-can you-" the man tried to speak but was too weak. Calling 911 seemed like the foremost option. You kneeled down besides the man and scrambled your hand inside your pocket to look for your phone.

"I wouldn't do that, baby." You turned around hearing a familiar deep voice.

"Taehyung! He's shot, do something!" You got up and held your boyfriend's hand.

"Tch, such pity." Taehyung walked over to the man and squated near him. "The man who was once a billionaire, had a model as his wife, now asking help from a pretty little girl."

The so-called billionaire clutched his chest gasping for air, "P-Please, I'm s-sorry. Take this chain it's worth millions! But l-let me live."

Taehyung scoffed at him, "Oh, I'll take the chain alright." Saying this he yanked the platinum jewellery from the man's neck.

"Tae, what are you doing?" You squirmed looking at the slightly bleeding neck.

"Baby, it's that gang leader I told you about." He got up and kicked the man. "Don't worry it's all covered up."

"So this is one of your rivals?"

Taehyung smiled and nodded, "Should we head home now?" He ignored the man dying behind him.

"Mr. K-Kim!" He yelled grabbing Taehyung's ankle.

"These guys are so stubborn." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun. "Maybe if you weren't so cold while killing my men, you wouldn't have been here." He pulled the trigger. The sound made you visibly flinch.

"All done at the cafe?" He tucked his gun inside his coat pocket and you nodded.

The drive back to your home was quiet. You knew your boyfriend was mafia. He dealt with illegal materials and killed a lot of people. But you learned to live with it. That is until today; the first time you saw him kill someone.

You stared outside the window, watching civilization retreat and the roads were surrounded with dense forests now. His mansion was secluded.

Taehyung looked over at you, concerned about your behaviour. You were never the type the be quiet while around him. Always whining about customers and rejecting him when he jokingly asks you to quit your job.

He figured you were shocked after what you saw. He decided to talk to you.

"Hey Y/N-ah." He saw you recoil a bit and putting on a fake smile.

"Hey."

"About what happened today-"

"It's fine, I told you I don't mind your way of living."

"It isn't fine." His voice was slightly raised, "Don't say it's fine cause it isn't." He took your hand in his. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." He kissed your knuckles one by one putting a smile on your face, this time a real one.

Eventually his car pulled up in the vicinity of his mansion. Exiting the car, you rushed inside and upstairs towards your shared bedroom. You wanted nothing more than you curl up inside the covers and never get up.

However a hand much larger than yours gripped your wrist mid-staircase.

"I know you're mad at me but that man, he..."

"No, Tae." You were quick to cup his face. "I'm not mad at you, I don't have the right to be mad at you. I chose this." You intertwined one of your hands with his. "I chose us, you"

"I love you so much, you have no idea." He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. It was as if he wanted to savour every second of kissing you.

You pulled away only to find a teary eyed Taehyung smiling at you. "Tae? What's wrong?"

"It's really stupid. You can have any normal guy but you settled for me, a killer, a smuggler. Why?"

"Because underneath all that crazy, is a man who needs me."

You wiped his stray tear and kissed him again, his time deeper and full of love.

"Babygirl, you sure you're not mad at me?" He looked at you reassuringly.

"Daddy, I love you. It'll be okay." And that was the last straw.

A day full of stress and dealing with his business had Taehyung dried out from exhaustion. All he needed was you, just you.

He quickly lifted his prized possession (you) in his arms and headed straight upstairs towards your room. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden display of eagerness.

"What's so funny?"

"You and your stupid horny dick."

Taehyung just smirked and threw you onto the bed after entering.

"My dick is funny?" Climbing to be over you, he took off his coat & shirt to toss it across the floor.

"Off, everything!" He licked his lips.

"See so horny." You obeyed, grinning at his behaviour.

Taehyung would never not be nervous when seeing you naked. You belonged to him and he knew that but you being in such a vulnerable state made him even more possesive.

"You've got a big mouth, baby." He got off the bed to clumsily remove his pants and belt seperately after you were completely exposed for him.

Getting on top of you again he yanked your arm to get you on all fours.

"Who's stupid and horny again?" He asked running his belt across your slit.

"Shit, you!" Smack!

"Who?"

"Me!" Another smack. "Me daddy!" You hissed out.

"As much as I want to stop punishing you for calling my dick funny and stupid, I'm so sorry." You could hear the smirk in his voice. He landed a few more hits on your ass before he was satisfied and threw the belt away.

At this point you were shaking, leaking all over his expensive sheets.

"Look at you, slut. You even got my belt wet." He clicked his tongue, "Wasting such a precious thing."

Without any warning, you felt his tongue lick straight lines from the bottom of your thighs all the way up to the source. He moaned loudly tasting the sweet nectar.

"I bet a lot of dealers would love to buy this." You felt yourself clench at his words. "Too bad someone else will have ruined you."

"Fuck, daddy please ruin me." Satisfied, he dove his tongue right into your cunt, deeply. The more he lapped at his paradise, the more he got to hear your beautiful moans.

He could barely handle his rock hard cock tenting in his boxers, hearing and seeing you like this.

He continued delving his tongue deeper and wanting more, he could argue that he was enjoying this more than you. You felt that he neglected your clit, so you slowly slipped your fingers amongst the folds only to get flipped again by Taehyung.

"Did I fucking tell you to touch yourself?" His being hands cupped your breasts, the view itself being too sinful to watch.

"I-I'm sorry." You pouted.

He didn't even listen to your reply before taking your perky buds within his teeth. Taehyung knew he couldn't resist looking at your tits for long. You instantly moaned loudly at the sudden pain.

"Gonna cover you up with my mark, would that be fine?" He went straight for your sweet spot. "How will you go to work tomorrow? People wouldn't like to take their coffee from a slut." Biting hard he proceeded to mark more of you.

Your breath was shallow and you could barely nod your head.

You wanted to see his angry cock. Feel it inside all of your holes.

"Tae, I want to feel you." You spoke gathering your breath.

"Such a cockslut you are. Wasn't my dick stupid?"

"Please..."

He kissed you and his hands went to his boxers getting rid of them. The two of you were naked and at mercy of one another.

"Suck." Was all he had to say to make you obey.

You got on your knees and stared at his red tip for a while. Taehyung's cock was the best you've ever had. He was blessed with length as well as girth and he was not afraid to use his privileges on your cunt.

"Well, what're you waiting for?"

Grabbing his base which barely let your thumb and middle finger meet, you started stroking it. He hissed and held your head to slowly let his dick inside.

"Fuck, baby. Choke on it." And choke you did. Taehyung could barely form any words when you started bobbing your head up and down and gagging on his cock.

You cupped his balls and rubbed them simultaneously.

He moaned in his deep voice which had your pussy gushing.

Taehyung needed to cum and he wanted to cum inside your pussy.

"Baby, that's enough, on your back." He yanked you up by your hair.

You were so eager for his manhood that you couldn't even hide it. He was quick to cup your boobs and shove his tongue inside your mouth.

Gathering your slick from your folds he pushed his tip in making you moan. It was always too overwhelming to take Taehyung inside you.

"So big, daddy." You said between the kisses.

Taehyung hummed, smirking, "I know and you're going to take it all."

He didn't wait for your approval instead he pushed his entire length in and started moving. You nearly screamed at his action.

He loved seeing you like this. Call him a sadist, but he did.

He slowly picked up pace making you a mess. The sound of skin-slapping added to your arousal.

"Are you close? You're clenching." You nodded.

"Cum inside me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against your chest.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, one more thrust and you were creaming on his cock. This was the sign for Taehyung to chase his own orgasm. He moved both of your legs to be on top of his shoulders. This newer angle put him over the edge and he launched the fattest load of his seed into you.

Kissing the soles of your feet as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper into you, "You're so beautiful baby. So good to me."

Still resting his length in you, he laid beside you leaving soft butterfly kisses all over your face. You nestled into his chest and hummed being satisfied.

You tried to turn to your other side but your boyfriend held you firmly in his arms from behind.You couldn't help but smile feeling his morning wood inside you. He pulled you closer when you tried to move.

"Quit moving or I'll make sure you can't go to your job today." His deep rattling voice made you shiver.

"I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"How about I take a day off from work."

"Really? And why is that?" He chuckled. "Was daddy too hard on you?" He cooed.

"I'd rather stay at home. Be dependent on you and we'll spend the whole day together.*

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll quit my job."

Was Taehyung hearing things? He quickly pulled out and turned you over to hover on you.

"You what?"

"I'd like to take up your offer. Be my sugar daddy, spoil me. I'd like to be dependent on you for my entire life."

Taehyung cupped your cheek, "Y/N, are you sure?" He couldn't believe that the independent ass girl he knew, to whom he asked millions of times to stay home, was finally giving in.

"Ofcourse I am. You can be the bread earner. I'll be waiting home like an obedient wife and be naked in bed. You can fuck me after a long day of work." You smiled, "It'll be perfect."

"More than perfect." He went over your words, "Wait wife?"

"Propose to me you big baby. I want a huge stone on my finger." You said playfully.

"I'll definitely make a wife out of you." He smirked.

[astrojoy]

Asteroid Friederike (538)

Asteroid Meaning

Peaceful Ruler

Meaning In The Chart

Where we tend to give off peace, be more relaxed and chill at. I noticed others might see you as peaceful in whatever area this asteroid is in

(I literally looked at my clock and typed in that number for a random asteroid to do research on 🤣🤣)

1st House

Giving the impression of easygoing - Giving off a peaceful vibe - Approachable - People can become comfortable around you easier - Some might appear orderly, kept. I've seen someone with this not afraid to speak their mind however it was in a easier manor - Body should be treated like a temple, with care and consideration

2nd House

People get the impression that you aren't greedy - Sharing energy - Eating is relaxing - If you sing you could have a smooth undertone - "Gentle gardener" vibes - Spending money reasonably and responsibly - Your values come off as wise and sincere - If you do gardening or take care of plants this is an amazing aspect to have - Cooking could come naturally over time for you - This placement reminds me of smelling good food while walking in a plaza and wanting to find where it's coming from

3rd House

Tone of voice stands out to people as smooth - Your communication style isn't too harsh unless other aspects get in the way - People seem to respect you subconsciously - Can indicate a sibling who gives off this asteroids qualities in some prominent way - No drama between you and neighbors or you tend to stick to the middle ground - Can lead a group project if need be - In school you come off as someone who doesn't delve into fights or childlike activities, could indicate a teachers favorite (My little brother has this and even if someone's being hateful towards him/badmouthing, him he doesn't care. He's not timid he just shrugs it off and gives off uncaring energy towards harsh words people say at him)

4th House

If you're a parent/when you become one, you appear as a savior in the kids eyes, favorite parent energy - Orderly at home, not too strict but also not too laid back - The one you puts things back in line from time to time - Family could be drawn to you to get their emotions off their chest - Kids/Mother/Younger siblings can respect you secretly - Intelligent in the emotional spectrum, you know how to handle others and yours at times - When you get a home it can have a comfortable vibe - Could be in charge of household stuff

5th House

To strangers or aquaintances you might not come off as the "wild" type when it comes to partying - You look very relaxed when doing things you love - If you have a child they will resemble this asteroid in some particular way - In small relationships you give off a wise/chill impression - Teenagers going to the movies together then home to have a chill sleepover vibes - Future child could have a close spirit guide with this asteroids qualities

6th House

When people are sick they love being taken care of by you since you seem to not get irritated quickly or you feel like a home - If you ever work in the medical field this is a beautiful placement - You can calm people's worries if they are a hypochondriac - Animals love you or get comfortable with you easier - Not too harsh with animals when it comes to punishment or rules - Getting along with most coworkers at a job - Subordinates respect you or are easier to handle - Might have a coworker or subordinate that gives of "idc about this job or my boss" vibes

7th House

If you are working with people you could come off as kinda lighthearted and easier to work with - Business partners are humble and respectable - In a relationship you tend to give off these qualities in the way you show love - The relationships you make aren't forced - Might find peace while making aesthetics - Peace when you're with your lover - If you have a crush you aren't the one to "bully/tease" them (bully tease is something I use to describe people who will make fun or act like they don't like their crush in front of others when they really do- kinda like a tsundere in anime)

8th House

Warning//+18 stuff

Sex is savory not quick - Might be seen as submissive/doesn't mean you are - If you go to the bank or do something revolving loans/taxes/inheritences, you aren't hard to get along with compared to others out there that might argue - Not the type of people suspect people of lieing 24/7 because they don't need to, they have an easier time picking up on fraud and etc - If you conjoin assets you will be responsible with the money

9th House

Honestly this aspect reminds me of a pope in religion and churches - Very calm, practical and respectable presence - When you speak about religion or beliefs you seem to not come off as forceful but rather informational - The way you teach can be down-to-earth in a way and honestly this is a beautiful placement if you ever want to be a teacher or professor - Students won't give you as much of a harsh time because they might like you more than other teachers - When it comes to travel, if you are a foreigner you won't be seen as troublesome or disrespectful, a peaceful outsider vibe! - Actually some people here possibly find comfort from traveling, discovering new things about the world and etc

10th House

If you become famous or have a mass presence in the public eye, you will literally give off some form of vibe this asteroid gives off - "Peaceful Ruler" If you become a boss/manager, you could be the "chill boss" type that people tend to like, some of your subordinates may even crack jokes with you - If you become a father, chances are that your kid will take a liking to you and you have a good chance at being the favorite parent 😂 - this placement seems to not look suspicious in public but rather the opposite and easy to approach (unless other aspects crunch that up)

11th House

Might be drawn to actual easygoing and moreover chill people - Friends could view you as someone who seems to get a long well with a lot of people - Might be the middle ground of the group, if 2 friends get in a fight and the group of friends split up taking teams, then you can confront both and calm everyone down - Online you might not like to waste your time on drama - Could appear wise or mature no matter the age online - If you network with people it's a small gift that really comes in handy, it makes the process filled with ease - If you ever have a following or mass of people who like your content/business/etc then you won't appear to be conflicting or rude unless other aspects prove otherwise

12th House

Having an angel guide who has this vibe - Gracious healing energy towards others - Others might speculate you are calm and relaxed when alone, if they think about it - Finding peace in meditation, reiki, astral travel, paranormal, sleep, occult stuff! - Others might think you are somewhat of a daydreamer or imaginative/kinda like when you see someone in public in a daze as if they're thinking or disconnected - Might not snore in sleep - If you connect with ghosts/guides then you come off as kindhearted and easy to get along with - Possibility of having a guide with a lot of patience 🤣 (legit you mess up for the 700th time on something and they're like "👁👁💢 again?"

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

[parkerslatte]

Life’s Too Short

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Spencer is shot in the neck and Y/N sits in the hospital with JJ and Alex talking about her future with him.

MASTERLIST

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The white lights in the waiting room shone brightly as Y/N bounced her foot up and down anxiously. Even though there were many people around her, Y/N felt alone and isolated. Obviously being in the FBI had its fair share of injuries but this particular injury to a particular team member had left Y/N unable to comprehend it.

Her hands shook as the memory of the traumatic incident replayed in her mind over and over again. She could still feel the blood pouring out of Spencer's wound as she applied pressure to it. She remembered how he looked at her - dazed but afraid to die. She remembered how everything around her seemed to happen in slow motion.

"Don't die on me Spencer, you hear me? Don't die," Y/N pleaded with him, "Stay with me, okay? Stay with me Spence, please."

Her final words to Spencer before he was loaded into the ambulance were frantic and slurred together. Y/N stood there and watched as the ambulance drove away. She didn't go with him in the ambulance. Now sitting in the waiting room, she regretted that decision. She had been told that Spencer was trying to ask for her in the ambulance before he passed out. If he died, Y/N would hold the guilt of not going with him in the ambulance for the rest of her life.

Alex, who had been sat next to Y/N, placed a gentle hand on her knee causing her to jump.

"It's only me." Alex calmed her. Y/N only nodded before her foot resumed it's light tapping.

"He's going to make it, he's strong." Alex tried to comfort Y/N although Alex herself was filled with the same fear as Y/N - though not as strong.

"He needs to." Y/N's voice was barely audible but Alex heard her fine.

JJ took a seat across from Y/N and Alex, her face was filled with stress and worry - for Spencer but also for Y/N. The blonde had never seen Y/N look or act like this. Y/N would always try to give people words of encouragement whenever something bad happened. But now, seeing her sitting there looking pale and worrisome caused a wave of sympathy to wash over JJ.

Y/N zoned out as JJ and Alex fell into a conversation. She wanted to be alone, although she knew that neither of the two would allow that. All she wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare she was living and be safe and sound in the arms of Spencer - alive and well.

"Could you imagine Spence as a dad?" JJ said, bringing Y/N out of her mind space.

Y/N felt like she was frozen. Her and Spencer had discussed before the topic of kids but Y/N didn't think she was ready and the topic was dropped respectfully. But now, Y/N realised how short life was and how it can be cut even shorter in an instant.

"Y/N, are you okay?" JJ questioned, "You're crying."

Y/N looked at JJ through teary eyes. Shakily, she brought her hand up to her cheek to find it damp. She didn't even realise she was crying. Hastily she wiped away the tears and let out a long sigh. There was a long pause where no one spoke. JJ and Alex both looked at Y/N waiting to see if she would speak. They both wanted to comfort their friend.

"Spence and I were talking about kids," Y/N broke the silence with an unsteady voice, she sounded like she ould burst into tears at any second, "It was about six months back."

"What did you say?" JJ asked softly.

"I said I wasn't ready," Y/N admitted, "And I wasn't, not then. With our job and everything I didn't think that having a kid would be the best thing at the moment," Y/N explained.

"I see it all the time but today I realised how quickly a life can be taken away. I never thought I would nearly see Spencer lose his life - he's fighting for his life in there and I can't do anything about it," Y/N paused for a moment, "I now see how short a life is and how easy it can be taken away. I've been desensitised to it for a long time but once it was the man I loved in that situation - I can't act normal. I feel like I'm deteriorating and nothing can stop it until I know that Spencer is out if surgery and safe."

JJ quickly moved next yo Y/N as both she and Alex comforted her as he body began to shake with sobs. Y/N felt like everything was closing in on her. JJ shushed her as her hand was rubbing up and down Y/N's back. After a while Y/N began to calm down. Her face was red and puffy, she for sure did not look attractive in that moment.

***

Not too long after JJ left to go and work the case. Y/N was told not to continue on it and be there for Spencer - and also considering the state she was in, she wasn't fit to work anyway. She was now left with Alex and Penelope. Y/N was glad to have Penelope around since the blonde could always make a smile appear on her face. Penelope Garcia was like a guardian angel.

Speaking of angels, a doctor had come into the waiting room. Y/N immediately clocked her and shot up from her seat. Her legs were slightly wobbly due to her sitting in the same position for however long she was. But Y/N didn't care, she needed to know is Spencer was okay.

As she approached the doctor, a small smile grew on her face causing Y/N to fill with hope.

"The surgery went well and he's in recovery," It was in that moment where Y/N almost ascended to heaven. Spencer was alive. Her Spencer was alive and was okay.

"I can show you to his room if you would like." Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. She was elated. All the worry had dissolved from her body and was filled with happiness.

The doctor led her, Penelope and Alex to the room where Spencer was in recovery. Every step Y/N took, the closer she was getting to Spencer. The doctor stopped in front of the room and gestured for the three to go in.

Y/N rushed in first. Spencer was sleeping on his bed. His head was slightly tilted to the side, his lips parted and hair messy. She walked to the chair beside his bed and took a seat. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a completely contrast to the last time Y/N had saw him when he was loaded into the ambulance.

Y/N took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. She brought his hand up to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on it. Spencer was okay, all that was left was for him to wake up.

***

The next thing Y/N knee was being shook awake. She groaned and slowly opend her eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was but then remembered as soon as she saw the hospital bed. She looked up and saw Penelope, who had shaken her awake. She had a smile on her face.

"Look who's awake?" Penelope said, looking to the hospital bed.

Y/N looked over at the bed and Spencer's eyes were open and he was staring at Y/N lovingly. Even though he was still a little drowsy and spaced out, he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

"Spence." Y/N spoke quietly.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Penelope said before leaving the room.

"Hey." Spencer said, his voice was raspy and sounded like how it did in the morning - Y/N loved it.

"You're okay, thank god." Y/N sighed, placing another kiss to his hand.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, squeezing her hand slightly.

Y/N let out a small chuckle, "You literally just got shot in the neck and you ask if I'm okay."

"You're eyes are bloodshot, they're red around the outside, your cheeks are puffy and-"

"Okay, okay, you don’t need to profile that I've been crying, it's obvious - even to someone who isn't a profiler." Y/N said, standing up. She hovered over him and placed a soft kiss to his lips before sitting back down.

"What was that for?" Spencer questioned.

"Because you're alive," Y/N stated, "I thought you were going to die Spence. When you stated at me before you were taken into the ambulance, I thought that was the last time I would ever see you alive."

"Y/N, look at me," Spencer said and Y/N looked up from their joint hands to his face, "Do you feel me?" Y/N nodded, "Can you feel my pulse?" Y/N nodded again, "Am I alive?" Y/N nodded a final time, "Then there's nothing to worry about." Spencer gave Y/N's hand another squeeze.

Y/N smiled and rubbed her thumb over Spencer's knuckles. He was real. He was here. And most importantly, he was alive.

"I was doing some thinking." Y/N started.

"About what?" Spencer said, getting slightly worried.

"About us."

"What about us?" His worry increased slightly.

"I realised how short life is and how easy it is to be taken away and I thought why wait."

"Wait for what?" Spencer asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I want a family," Y/N confessed, "I want to start a family with you Spencer."

Spencer's heart felt like it could jump out of his chest. Ever since he had met Y/N, he knew that she was the one. The one he would love. The one he would cherish. And the one he knew he would grow old with. There was no other person he would want to start a family with other than Y/N.

"I thought you weren't ready?" Spencer questioned. Even though right now he was internally jumping for joy, he didn’t want Y/N to feel pressured into doing anything.

"Well I am now. Life us short, why wait?" Y/N said.

Spencer smiled. His heart felt like it had expanded three times the size it usually was. He was going to start a family with Y/N. However there was one thing he wanted to do before.

"Can you do me a favour?" Spencer asked.

"Anything."

"Can you go in my trousers pocket and grab the box that's in there?"

Y/N nodded and began to rummage through his belongings bag. She reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

Y/N was frozen. Only one piece of jewellery came in a box like this. She was stunned. She knew she wanted to start a family with Spencer, there was no other person she would want to start a family with. However, he had no idea he would propose, especially not now.

"Is this what I think it is?" Y/N asked, her voice slightly unsteady.

"Open it." Spencer said smiling.

Y/N complied to Spencer's request and opened the small box. Inside was a simple diamond ring but it was the perfect ring for Y/N. Tears began to brim Y/N's eyes as she stared at it.

Spencer reached forward, signaling to Y/N to pass him the box. She placed the box in his hand and he took the ring out and held it to her.

"Y/N, I know that this isn't exactly the circumstance that either of us wanted this to happen, but I wanted to ask you - will you marry me?" Spencer said, "I originally had a big speech planned and I memorised it and everything but I don't think that the situation matches the speech anymore."

Y/N stared at the ring in front of her and the man holding the ring before she nodded, "Yes, yes I will marry you Spencer."

Spencer smiled as Y/N leant forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, this kiss more passionate than the one she had given him when he had woken up. This kiss was filled with pure love and adoration.

Y/N pulled away, smiling bright. Spencer's eyes were filled with pure love as he looked back at Y/N.

"I love you, you know that right?" Y/N mumbled.

"Of course I do," Spencer said, "And I'm one hundred percent sure that you know I love you back - so much."

"I'm not as big of a fan of statistics as you, but that is one statistic I know for definite," Y/N replied, "But promise me one thing."

"What?"

"When we get out of here, I want to hear the full speech you had planned."

Spencer chuckled, "It may take a while, it's five pages long."

Y/N smiled, "I would expect nothing less from you Spencer Reid."

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Whumptober Day 23 - Auction

“Where should we start?”

After plucking a drink off a passing tray, Chris casually strolled further into the room with his eyes lazily scanning the room. “Relax. The last thing we need is someone realizing we're out of place before the auction. Grab a drink. Act natural.”

“When was the last time you heard me mention I would be attending a fancy masquerade party?”

“Never.”

“How do you expect me to be natural?”

“Piers, it's like any other party.”

“Then I'll go find a corner to hide in like I normally do.”

“That,” He gave a flirty smile to a woman he passed, then took a sip of his drink and went back to casually scanning for best exits. “isn't an option. You'll stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Why did we have to be the ones sent out on this?”

“I already told you why. It'll be over before you know it. Put a smile on.”

“I hate parties.”

The click of shoes against the marble floor didn't draw his attention quick enough to prepare himself for the smooth voice that interrupted their conversation. “Color me surprised. Giants on the battlefield, but you tuck your tail between your legs because of some fancy clothes.”

Even with the intricate black lace mask covering the top half of his face and hair dyed a dark brown, Leon's voice would have been enough for Chris to recognize him. As always, the moment his eyes locked onto Leon's the intensity in them pulled him right into his orbit. His outfit fit him perfectly-the suit accentuating the lines of his body and long coat flowing around him. It wouldn't surprise him if there was an entire arsenal hidden in the folds and pockets of his clothing. Dangerous and deadly and perfectly capable of ruining everything for them.

“Not even a hello.” With a predatory smile, Leon stepped right into Chris's personal space to readjust the silky black tie he wore, then let his hand smooth down his chest. “I'm starting to think you're not happy to see me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking you that. This isn't the kind of place you spend your time. In fact, I think most of the people here would love to see your head on a platter.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“Where would be the fun in that?”

“Is that why you're here tonight? You're looking for some fun.”

A laugh bubbled out of Leon's mouth that drew the attention from a few of the people mingling nearby, but he didn't seem to notice or just didn't care. “Please, if I wanted fun, this isn't where I would be. I'm here on business, just like you. We might even be able to help each other.”

“How so?”

“The BSAA isn't made of money. I'm not sure how they plan on paying for the lot you need to win. Well, I suppose that's why the sent the two of you. You'll just fight your way out if things go wrong.”

“But you have a better plan?"

“Don't I always?” The hand on Chris's chest slid back up and along his neck as Leon brought his lips dangerously close to a kiss. “Make a distraction, and I'll get you what you want.”

“What do you get out of it?”

“What I want.”

“Which is.”

“You know I can't tell you that.”

“Leon-”

“Stealth has never been your forte. You're a heavy hitter. I can get in and out without anyone even noticing. Wouldn't you rather get what you want without the worry of getting shot? Maybe you'll get thrown out, but that's better than a bullet hole.”

Despite trying his best to keep his hands off Leon, the closeness of their bodies caused the urge to reach the point he caved and placed a hand on Leon's hip to pull him closer. “What do you get out of it?”

“I can't tell you, Chris. It's not what you want. That's all you need to know.”

“That doesn't make me feel better.”

“What would?”

“Telling me.”

“The clock is ticking. If you want my help, you need to make up your mind now.”

“Fine.”

“Good boy.” Leon gave his cheek a soft pat that caused a shiver to roll down Chris's spine. “Put on a good show for me.”

Their lips nearly brushed as Leon spun away with his hand lingering until the very last possible moment. Before Piers even said anything, Chris knew exactly what would come out of his mouth as soon as he did. He quickly tossed back the last of his drink in preparation for what was to come.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No, but it's too late now. Try not to hit me too hard.”

With a heavy sigh, Piers gave him a hard shove that he immediately returned to keep up appearances of putting up a fight. The connection of a fist striking across his jaw was quickly followed by one to the cheek that would definitely leave a bruise. He took a wild swing in the vague direction of Piers, which glanced easily off his shoulder. The next few punches went to his body before a pair of hands grabbed him from behind to pull him away.

As expected, they were both quickly escorted to a secluded exit and told they would not be allowed back in. A whispered mention of drunken idiots reached his ears just as the door clicked shut behind the two that threw them out. After a quickly exchanged glance, they both walked in silence far enough into the woods they could see the mansion without being seen. The frown Piers had deepened when he turned away from watching the mansion to assess the damage from his punches.

“They'll bruise, but you'll be fine.”

“Is that your professional diagnosis?”

His gentle prodding shifted to an unexpected press against the bruise on Chris's cheek that sent a flash of pain radiating from the spot. “My professional diagnosis is you're an idiot. He can't be trusted.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you keep trusting him?”

“He's good at what he does.”

“So are we.”

“Not tonight.”

A tense silence fell between them that left Chris antsy to leave as soon as possible, so they could call this mission complete and leave it behind. When time seemed to drag on, the edges of worry and doubt began to eat away at him as the very real possibility of Leon not holding up his end of the deal surfaced. Unfortunately, the spiral of his mind caused his senses to lose their normal focus and he didn't hear the sound of someone sneaking up on him. Anyone else would have slit his throat, but Leon pressed a box into his hand and whispered in his ear.

“There's your virus.”

“Did you get what you were looking for?”

“Yes.” Fingertips danced along his jaw where Piers hit him, then around the bruise on his cheek. “Your distraction worked even better than I hoped. Shame about your face. It's such a handsome one.”

“They'll go away.”

Leon hummed under his breath in agreement at the same time his lips ghosted a kiss on Chris's jaw. “Don't say I never did anything for you.”

“You only did it because it was mutually beneficial.”

“Why else would I do it? The only one watching out for me is me. I have to look out for my own interests.”

“That's not the only option.”

“It's too late for me, golden boy. You're going to have to accept that at some point because it's never going to change.” To his surprise, Leon brought their lips together for a slow slide that felt much too melancholy for a first kiss. “Things will be better for you when you give up on me. Until next time, Captain. Don't get into any trouble without me.”

Anything he could have said would have met fresh air because of the exit that left the ghost of Leon warming him for a brief moment. The hand he subconsciously stretched out to catch Leon fell back to his side. Staring in the direction he left in didn't even provide a hint of a figure's shadow moving in the darkness between the trees. He forced his attention to a frowning Piers, who motioned in the opposite direction of Leon where their car would be waiting for them.

He expected a silent walk, but Piers broke it after only a few steps. “I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“Doubting you. Any idea what he took?”

“No idea. Could be an auction item or something else entirely. I'd say we'll find out eventually, but...”

“Yeah. At least we got the virus. That's the important thing.”

“Right. That's the important thing.”