#special exceptions to the ones who treat it like a crack prompt

[universal-verringbebe]

Those of you that write the break up prank scenarios/fake texts or request them.... Why are y'all so sadistic 😭 I feel so bad reading them, like damn, bad enough mc forgot all about them but then a prank break up??? I would fold immediately and probably cry

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if you're having s3 thoughts, there's a hunger for your prompts over on the IWTV anonymous kink meme--kink optional! (there are also, of course, many many requests that are not post-s3!)

Thank you to @vampire-dove for maintaining our kink meme.

Armand/Daniel Molloy

"Armand absolutely does not covet a copy of Lestat's numbered special limited edition double album--gatefold with the silver foil alternate cover and colored vinyl. And he doesn't wish he had one of the exclusive Indianapolis concert tees with the set list printed on the back in glow-in-the-dark ink. Why would he want an actual Vampire Lestat guitar pick. Who cares about the already-out-of-print Long Face Japan cassette single. A signed copy of the Vampire Lestat tour concert program book would be intellectually interesting, but it's not like Armand actually *wants* such a thing--that would be silly.

"Interviewing your situationship's obsession on tour has its perks.

"A courtship in five merch items."

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac

"Crack treated seriously. Five times rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt had to issue a press release that he's fine, everything's fine, despite the latest incident causing the world to spasm in concern over his seeming continual breakdown over his estrangement from his ex, Louis de Pointe du Lac.

"There was no backstage post-performance fire at SoFi Stadium.

"His social media was hacked with deepfakes, Lestat would never post an explicit thirst trap that violated terms of service.

"His remarks at last night's concert were taken out of context, a ten minute digression worshipfully describing the "dewy plush wonderland" of Mr. du Lac's body was in fact a fictional excerpt from a volume of fictional erotica Mr Lioncourt has been attempting since he's interested in *fiction.*"

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Daniel Molloy/Louis de Pointe du Lac Substance Abuse, Top Daniel Molloy, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac

"newly turned daniel convinces louis to get high on some willing donor's blood together —you could get serious about what this means for two former addicts or not, what kind of high is up to you"

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand/Daniel Molloy

"Turns out Lestat and Daniel are compatible and become fast friends. Armand and Louis are suffering as a result."

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Long-Distance Friendship, Sexual Tension, Developing Relationship, Clothing Kink

"Louis and Lestat tentatively re-establish a connection with each other over Facetime while Lestat's on tour. Louis is used to seeing Lestat in early 20th century clothing.

"He can admit to himself he likes Lestat's new slutty rockstar look.

"Lestat can tell. And the clothing budget is starting to get out of hand."

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Daniel Molloy/Louis de Pointe du Lac Fake/Pretend Relationship

"After the events of the season finale, Louis and Daniel accidentally convince both Lestat and Armand that they're in a "companionship" and then decide to just go with it, for fun (and yeah, maybe a bit of revenge too), except they definitely both have real feelings for each other. (Loustat, Armaniel and/or all of them together in a poly situation is fine to include in addition to the Danlou. Or not. Whatever you prefer) No preference for the rating."

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Casual Sex, Ex Sex, Pining

"Louis is firm: he doesn't want to get back together with Lestat. Not in this century, at least.

"Doesn't mean the sex isn't great.

"Four times Louis dropped in on Lestat's tour to hit it and quit it.

"Four managers who got fired for pointing out Lestat's mood swings post-visit were going to ruin the tour."

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Switching, Top Louis de Pointe du Lac, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Bottom Lestat de Lioncourt, Sex Toys, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut

"5 times Louis shows Lestat wonders of modern sex toy industry + 1 time Lestat surprises Louis with finding of his own"

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HBomberGuy vs. IWTV by Daniel Molloy

"Entirely inspired by this excellent tumblr post: https://www.tumblr.com/penny-anna/757372478406459392/

"Interview With The Vampire by Daniel Molloy is the book of the summer. 5 million copies sold, massive interest, and the author still insisting it isn't his first novel but instead a non-fiction memoir like his previous work; he now also only does interviews on late-night shows and wears sunglasses in all of them.

"When Hbomberguy begins researching for a video to fact-check the book, he does so from the understandable position that the whole thing is a marketing gimmick. Unfortunately for his existing worldview, every single claim made is somehow... checking out?

"My life for a fic that is just a transcript of Hbomberguy slowly losing his shit over a several hour long video as the rabbit hole goes deeper and deeper, and ends with him saying 'welp I guess vampires are real and now Molloy is probably one of them. On an unrelated note, I'm going into hiding in another country.'"

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning

"Louis doesn't tell Lestat about stones. He spent 80 years deliberately keeping them there, inside his body, ever present warning to himself to not forget, never forget who he lost. Louis got used to them like you get used to scars, out of necessity for they will always be part of you.

"So, no, Louis doesn't tell Lestat about stones. Except Lestat, Lestat who seems to remember every inch and Idiocracy of Louis' body, notices that he walks differently.

"(Lestat finds out about Louis having stones in his feet and about his deliberate decision to keep them. Hating to see his beloved hurting, Lestat makes effort to help Louis properly grieve and let go of their lost heart, Claudia. Slowly, one by one, they remove all stones. And maybe, Lestat starts healing along the way too.

"Would greatly appreciate, including loustat making a grave for Claudia in New Orleans)"

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Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac

"He's full of contempt for the process, but Lestat doesn't hold back on telling his story. To Louis's annoyance, Daniel sends him uncut parts of the more incendiary interview sessions as the weeks go by.

"Four times Louis almost picked up the phone, and one time he did call Lestat."

Awesome kink meme prompt fills are listed here

[astaldis]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you very much for the ask, @valandhirwriter!

This is a really tough question, it's almost like having to decide whether I love my son or my daughter more 🙈, impossible. But maybe some fics are a bit special for other reasons.

So, here they are: Let's start with the fic that brought me back into writing fanfic after more than 15 years of neither writing nor reading any at all, my very first Witcher fic:

Ashes to Ashes:

At the end of the Battle of Sodden Hill, a distressed Cahir looks at the burning forest. (Published: 2020-10-12; Words: 417; Chapters: 1/1). (I'm a bit proud of it, too, because it has some nice alliterations and other stylistic devices, I think)

This here is my longest fic so far, although it was supposed to have only 5 chapters. Then along came a couple of nice prompt events and it ended up with 18 🙈:

To kill or not to kill

On Thanedd Ciri is cornered by the black knight of her nightmares. And really wants to kill the man who, in her mind, is responsible for all the bad things that have happened to her, for everything she has lost. Wants to shove her sword through his throat until his feathers are soaked in blood...

This is the story of how Cahir comes to join Geralt's company (Cahir's POV, mix of books and S1-2 of the Netflix series, spoilers for Baptism of Fire, might have spoilers for S4, Published: 2022-08-05; Completed: 2023-04-08; Words: 58,316; Chapters: 18/18)

And the first ever fic I wrote for a prompt event, the Witcher Trick or Treat 2022. I was pretty proud that I managed to use all 11 prompts in one story in the correct order of the prompts and on the precise day. It was a lot of fun to write with some humour, a little whump, a pinch of smut and a scary monster song by our favourite bard:

Creatures of the Night

While Geralt's Hanza is staying in Beauclair, the famous fall event is coming up. An event the Witcher cannot refuse to take part in, even though he does have to dress up for it. However, not everything goes as planned and the members of the Hanza are in for some surprises. Blame it on the grape punch. Or is it the bard's fault after all? (Published: 2022-10-01; Completed: 2022-11-11; Words: 22,898; Chapters: 14/14)

Another first, my very first smut fic. No idea if it's any good, but I like it - well, it's Jaskier/Mermaid 🧜‍♀️ 🌊 😅.

Shimmering Scales and Stormy Seas

This is the story of Jaskier's first time. Decide yourself if it is true or just a tall tale. (Published: 2023-05-13; Words: 800; Chapters: 1/1)

Last but not least, there is my first crack fic. The little plot bunny came to me in the middle of the night, no idea where from. I find it pretty funny:

What?!

During their stay at Beauclair Castle, Geralt's Hansa play a game of cards. It soon turns out that not all the Hansa members enjoy it equally much, although Regis claims that it is both entertaining and enlightening. At least, Angoulême is having fun. (Published: 2023-02-26; Words: 1,125; Chapters: 1/1)

Other stories are also special for the one or other reason, but, alas, it's already 5. So, this is it for today. Have fun reading!

[demonfox38]

Completed - Costume Quest

…Dad?

I was worried that my generation would ruin Halloween like my grandparents ruined Christmas. You know what I mean? In the love of the holiday, Christmas became an overblown mess, with family mandates and stress over gift-giving sapping the quiet affection one could experience on a dark winter’s night with their family. I thought Millennials would go too far with Halloween, put up one too many giant skeletons, spend hundreds of dollars on candy and booze and get blasted into oblivion all in the name of having a good time.

I can’t say that I saw a worldwide pandemic burying it. Could have seen Stranger Danger doing it in, though. Maybe it would help if my neighbors ever participated in handing candy out. Or, if a bag of good candy cost less than $20.00 a pop. Or, if it was ever over the freezing threshold here on Halloween.

The point is, Halloween in Iowa has become a raw deal. You should probably pray for all of the Iowa City college girls with their butts hanging out the bottom of their costumes. At least, if you are the praying type.

Is it too early to think about Halloween? Wal-Mart doesn’t think so. Neither does “Costume Quest.” As I was cycling through my Steam library, trying to pick what to work on next, it managed to boot itself up and go, “LMAO, loading drivers, idiot.” Which, fine, whatever. I’m behind on my quota of games to beat in a year. Might as well knock an eager one out.

“Costume Quest” is a turn-based, button-prompt style RPG set on a nostalgic Halloween night. Ya know, the kind of magical night where simple pieces of junk turn a child into a gigantic missile-launching robot or a vampire or a unicorn or whatever this sentient fry monster thing is.

Using the power of imagination and their smart mouths, protagonists Wren and/or Reynold (whichever you pick) sets off on a mini-journey around their suburban hellscape while their sibling (dressed as a candy corn, of all the indignities) is kidnapped by goblin-esque creatures. They pick up two additional teammates who also manage to get into trouble by their own personalities (being too brave and being a little science nerd, respectively.) Along their way, they discover how and why these monsters invaded their little town, as well as the motivation for all of their candy thievery. You know. When the adults aren't just freely handing it out, mindless of who is at the door.

In addition to the main game, a DLC bonus story called "Grubbins on Ice" is included with the game. This takes place a few months after the original adventure, following up on the twitterpation of Wren/Reynold's party members and the homeland/culture of aforementioned monsters. It mostly serves as a teaser for "Costume Quest 2" (and an ad for "Stacking", if you find it), but it does tack on a couple more hours of gameplay, for what that is worth.

Am I glossing over a bit with the writing? Probably. "Costume Quest" isn't on par with something like "Psychonauts", in terms of depth or ingenuity. It's not to say the game is entirely without charm or a few chuckles. It's just exactly what you'd predict for a story like this. Some Halloween nostalgia, lots of modern era cracks at mid-century suburban living, adults being unobservant dingdongs. That kind of stuff.

The gameplay systems are relatively standard as well. Most of your exploration boils down to knocking on doors, seeing if you are going to get treated (receive candy) or tricked (get into a monster fight.) Equipped costumes affect what attack styles and special abilities a character has in combat, to mostly predictable consequences. Except for the fry monster. That's definitely unique! Additionally, some costumes allow you to take special actions while exploring, like using a plastic lightsaber to light up dark areas, skating over ramps with roller blades, or luring people to new destinations using the scent of…french fries.

Look, the fry thing was really creative, okay? Maybe it's not the most impressive costume, but it is super unique. I'm trying to give credit where it's due. That, and using the power of liberty to restore health.

The nearest thing I can ballpark that to is "Parasite Eve"'s Liberation mode, and even that is in name only. (Although, someone should really have a deeper talk with these kids about the underlying and disturbing implications of "Manifest Destiny"…)

In terms of input style and numbers, this is very much a "Paper Mario" / "Mario & Luigi" style of RPG. Your health and levels will seem low-capped, although that is not without some humor as well. (Your max level is 10 in the main game and 14 in the DLC, which corresponds well to ages that kids often stop going out for Halloween. At least, that seems like the joke to me, at the risk of ruining it via dissection.) You will also have to time button presses, tap madly, or wiggle sticks to maximize both your offense and defense.

One to three hits are enough to take out members on either side of the field. So, don't be too surprised if your kids drop like flies early on. You can always bolt on a battle (even final ones), if you don't feel prepared to tackle it. Any time you exit a battle, you will fully restore everyone's health. So, get aggressive. Get cowardly. Do whatever works with your flow!

“Costume Quest” isn't the most complex of games. Like, I completed the game and its DLC within 8 hours, and that was including leaving the game idle while taking dogs out. The reason for this may be… not shocking at all, if you hang around the same circles of gaming journalism that I do. To make a short story shorter: AAA publishers suck; Double Fine needed some fallback game ideas for when their more lucrative deal fell through; an idea jam session resulted in the creation of a couple of games (including "Costume Quest.") So, this game didn’t have the kind of budget more renowned Double Fine games might have had. It was more born out of a need to do something small to keep the lights on. Which, hey. Understandable. Respectable, even.

Having said that, a little polish on the game’s levels could have been helpful. I’m not running the most cutting-edge gaming machine known to man, but it’s more than strong enough to handle games from over a decade ago. There feels like several spots where the game is lagging due to what I’m assuming is bad level occlusion or excessive detail rendering (I’m thinking tree leaves.) Additionally, some of the side quests are redundant, particularly the apple/eyeball bobbing mini game. I can’t say I was enraptured by the music at any point either, but that’s a matter of taste. The battle victory/defeat music could have wrapped up a little faster though. Like, chop chop. We’re out of that mode. Let’s go.

As of writing this evaluation, the Steam price for this game is hanging around $9.99 USD, which…Sure? Am I gonna be that picky on the price? If you catch it under $7.99, that’s probably a little fairer to you, but I’m not the person to tell you how to spend your allowance. I guess it’s at least cheaper than actual Halloween candy. And it’s coconut free! That’s a point in its favor!

Sometimes, friendship and/or civilization is all about finding the people that like coconut and hate almonds so that you can trade with them and make both of your lives better.

[myscottsdale]

Emergency Dental Care in Scottsdale Relief and Immediate Treatment with My Scottsdale Dentist

Introduction:

Dental emergencies are among the most painful and distressing situations, often arising at the most inconvenient times. A chipped tooth, a sudden and severe toothache, or a broken filling can leave individuals in unbearable pain, desperate for immediate relief. However, most people are unaware that emergency rooms may not be equipped to handle dental issues effectively, leading to temporary relief but leaving the underlying problem unresolved.

In Scottsdale, AZ, Dr. Poulos and the team at My Scottsdale Dentist offer a specialized solution, providing around-the-clock emergency dental care to bring quick and expert treatment to those in need. With over two decades of experience in emergency dentistry, Dr. Poulos has developed a compassionate and responsive approach, offering care 24/7 so that residents of Scottsdale can receive high-quality, timely attention when facing a dental crisis.

What Constitutes a Dental Emergency?

Not all dental issues require immediate attention, but certain conditions can quickly escalate, causing significant discomfort or even more severe health problems. Here are some common scenarios that are classified as dental emergencies:

There is nothing worse than a dental emergency, except the reality that you must wait for several days to get any relief. Thankfully at

My Scottsdale Dentist we understand that dental emergencies can occur at any time of day, any day of the week. Dr. Poulos has been treating emergency cases for the past 20 years, and he understands that when emergencies happen people become scared and frustrated.

It is not surprising to know that when many people find themselves in the middle of a dental emergency they head straight to the emergency room. This can be quite costly, but more importantly the emergency room is not the place to get proper dental care when emergencies strike.

Severe Tooth Pain: Persistent, intense tooth pain can signify an underlying infection or other dental condition that requires immediate evaluation and treatment.

Broken or Chipped Teeth: Teeth that are cracked, chipped, or broken due to trauma or accidents may expose the sensitive inner tooth structures, leading to pain and potential infection.

Lost Fillings or Crowns: Fillings and crowns are designed to protect vulnerable teeth, and losing one can leave a tooth exposed and susceptible to decay, infection, or further damage.

Knocked-Out Teeth: In cases of accidents or sports injuries, a knocked-out tooth requires urgent care for the best chance of reattachment and long-term success.

Gum and Soft Tissue Injuries: Injuries to the gums, lips, or cheeks may bleed significantly and need prompt attention to avoid infection or further complications.

Dental Abscess: Abscesses are infections that form around the tooth root or in the gums. They are often accompanied by severe pain, swelling, and even fever and require immediate care to prevent the infection from spreading.

Dr. Poulos understands that when a patient is in dire need of dental care, day or night, that they should be entitled to the best care they can get. That is why he is available 24/7 for those patients who may find themselves in need of fast dental care. Should you need emergency dental treatment during our working hours, you will also be seen the same day so that you do not have to suffer endlessly.

Why Seek Emergency Dental Care?

Ignoring dental emergencies can lead to severe consequences, including worsening pain, spread of infection, and even loss of teeth. Prompt treatment in a dental emergency provides several benefits:

Pain Relief: One of the primary reasons to seek emergency dental care is the relief from intense pain that can otherwise persist and impact daily life.

Preserving Tooth Structure: Addressing issues like fractures, lost fillings, or knocked-out teeth promptly can increase the chances of restoring the original tooth.

Preventing Infections: Left untreated, dental infections can spread to other parts of the body, leading to potentially serious health risks.

Avoiding Permanent Damage: Emergency dental treatment can help preserve the function and appearance of your smile by preventing further damage that might otherwise require extensive restorative procedures.

My Scottsdale Dentist: Providing Emergency Dental Care 24/7

At My Scottsdale Dentist, Dr. Poulos has seen the toll that dental emergencies can take on patients’ physical and emotional well-being. Over the past 20 years, he has developed his practice with an understanding that patients need access to prompt, expert dental care when emergencies strike—day or night. This commitment has led to a round-the-clock emergency service at My Scottsdale Dentist, providing immediate care for anyone in need.

Dr. Poulos and his team are equipped to handle a wide variety of urgent dental issues, offering Scottsdale residents peace of mind that help is just a phone call away. They understand that emergency dental care isn’t simply about treating a toothache or repairing a broken filling; it’s about offering compassionate support to alleviate distress and restore a patient’s sense of well-being.

No doubt, there are numerous medicaments available to dentists today but mineral trioxide aggregate is very effective at repairing pulp chamber and root damage and can also be used during surgical procedures like apicoectomy, to treat endodontic infections and inflammation. That’s why it’s routinely used by Dr. Poulos and Dr. Stevens during emergency dental care in Scottsdale, AZ.

Depending on the severity of the damage, Dr. Poulos, and Dr. Stevens may need the need to monitor the progress for varying time periods which can extend up to a year to ensure the best possible dental outcome. Both our doctors are extremely dedicated to their work and their patients and are always there to help parents and children recover from playground accidents. We have simple solutions that are usually quick and easy. We have numerous methods to control discomfort including Nitrous Oxide and Oral Sedation.

Same-Day Appointments During Regular Hours:

For patients experiencing dental issues during regular office hours, My Scottsdale Dentist prioritizes same-day appointments, ensuring patients don’t have to endure prolonged discomfort. By offering flexible scheduling, the practice can accommodate emergency cases promptly, giving patients faster access to care and relief from pain.

What to Expect During an Emergency Dental Appointment:

When visiting My Scottsdale Dentist for an emergency dental issue, patients can expect compassionate, thorough care designed to relieve their pain and address the underlying problem. Here’s what typically occurs during an emergency dental appointment:

Immediate Evaluation: Upon arrival, Dr. Poulos and his team will evaluate the situation, discuss symptoms, and understand the nature of the emergency.

Diagnostic Imaging: In most cases, X-rays or other imaging techniques may be required to pinpoint the exact cause of the problem, allowing Dr. Poulos to see below the surface and accurately diagnose the issue.

Pain Relief Measures: In the case of severe pain, Dr. Poulos prioritizes pain management, using anesthetics or other pain relief measures to make patients comfortable before proceeding with treatment.

Treatment Plan: After assessing the condition, Dr. Poulos will discuss the necessary treatment plan with the patient, explaining each step in detail to ensure understanding and comfort with the procedure.

Emergency Treatment: Once a treatment plan is agreed upon, Dr. Poulos and his team will provide immediate care. This may involve restoring a broken tooth, placing a temporary filling, draining an abscess, or performing other necessary procedures to address the issue.

Aftercare Instructions: After treatment, Dr. Poulos provides patients with detailed aftercare instructions and schedules follow-up appointments if necessary to monitor healing and recovery.

Common Emergency Dental Treatments at My Scottsdale Dentist:

Temporary and Permanent Restorations: Restoring lost fillings, crowns, or bridges to protect teeth and relieve sensitivity.

Tooth Extractions: In cases where a tooth cannot be saved, a gentle extraction may be necessary to prevent further pain or infection.

Root Canal Treatment: If the tooth pulp is infected or damaged, a root canal may be performed to save the tooth and prevent further complications.

Splinting of Knocked-Out Teeth: For patients who’ve lost a tooth due to trauma, Dr. Poulos can reinsert and stabilize the tooth to encourage reattachment.

Treatment for Dental Abscesses: This involves draining the infection to alleviate pain and prevent it from spreading.

Tips for Preventing Dental Emergencies:

While dental emergencies aren’t always avoidable, certain steps can reduce the risk:

Regular Check-Ups: Routine dental visits allow Dr. Poulos to catch and treat potential issues before they escalate.

Good Oral Hygiene: Brushing twice a day, flossing, and using mouthwash can prevent decay and gum disease, reducing the chances of emergencies.

Use Protective Gear: If you play sports, wearing a mouthguard can help prevent trauma to the teeth.

Avoid Hard Foods: Foods like ice, hard candy, and unpopped popcorn kernels can crack or chip teeth, leading to emergency situations.

Why Choose My Scottsdale Dentist for Emergency Dental Care?

My Scottsdale Dentist combines years of experience with an empathetic approach to dental care. Dr. Poulos and his team understand that dental emergencies can be overwhelming and painful, and they are dedicated to providing not just expert care, but a comforting and supportive environment. With 24/7 availability, Scottsdale residents can rest assured that no matter when a dental crisis arises, they have access to professional help.

Previous dental work issues

Broken crown or lost filling

Chipped or broken teeth

Sudden tooth pain

Regardless of the reasons for treatment, it is nice to know that help is just a phone call away when you find yourself in immense pain from any dental issue. If you find yourself in a situation where emergency dentistry is your only option, it should be comforting to know that the Dr. Poulos from My Scottsdale Dentist center will be able to get you fixed up good as new once again.

Conclusion:

Dental emergencies can be traumatic, but quick action and expert care can prevent further complications and ensure a full recovery. My Scottsdale Dentist, led by Dr. Poulos, offers Scottsdale residents a trusted source of emergency dental services available 24/7. Whether it’s a chipped tooth, a sudden toothache, or an injury from an accident, patients can count on My Scottsdale Dentist for immediate relief and long-term care.When dental pain strikes, don’t wait—reach out to Dr. Poulos and the dedicated team at My Scottsdale Dentist, where help is just a phone call away, day or night. With a strong commitment to compassionate and effective care, My Scottsdale Dentist provides peace of mind in every dental emergency.

[jodyjonesdds]

Uncover The Ultimate And Effective Treatment For Bruxism And Missing Teeth!

It is astonishingly true that various people clench and gnash their teeth unintentionally at times. Sometimes, it also happens when they are sleeping. Doing this is a sign of Bruxism which is a disorder. Bruxism is a disorder that can lead to several other problems such as headaches and jaw disorders. Loose teeth, tooth fractures, tooth sensitivity, and flattened teeth are the long-term effects of this disorder. Folks suffering from this disorder need appropriate dental care. Nashville dentists give valuable suggestions to treat Bruxism in the best way possible.

Alcohol intake, stress, misaligned teeth, and growing teeth are the factors that boost the probability of Bruxism. In addition, this disorder can also occur due to sleep apnea, neurological conditions, and side effects of some medications. Manifold other problems like Bruxism can cause harm to your teeth, jaw muscles, and temporomandibular joints. Stress management is the ultimate way to reduce the damage. Not only in adults and elderly folks, but Bruxism is also common in children. When not treated in a prompt manner, this disorder can cause ear pain too. Due to Bruxism, bountiful people experience chipped teeth. Dental crowns, cosmetic bonding, and porcelain veneers are the right treatments for chipped teeth. Nashville dentists have a core specialization in all of these.

Dentists not only give ideal solutions for chipped teeth but also use exceptional procedures to treat damaged, cracked, crooked, and broken teeth. Covering the unnecessary spaces between the teeth is no longer a time-consuming or complex task when you have the most experienced Nashville dentists by your side. Other than Bruxism, you can get incredible tips to eliminate a wide range of dental problems by contacting these professionals. Tomato based sauces, red wine, curry, and coffee are the foods and beverages that can result in stained and discolored teeth. Also, smoking and some excessive medications can make an individual’s teeth unhealthy and yellow. The dentists in Nashville and nearby regions are pretty much acquainted with different procedures that prove to be exceptionally fit for people with discolored, stained, yellow, and unhealthy teeth.

Injuries, gum diseases, and tooth decay can be the prime reasons why lots of people have missing teeth. Missing teeth keep them away from perfect smiles, furthermore, increase the possibility of neuromuscular issues, bone loss, and shifting teeth. Cosmetic dentists use dental implants that act as a permanent solution no matter whether an individual wants to replace a single tooth or multiple teeth. When the implant heals properly, these professionals place dental crowns to amp up the appearance of the teeth. While performing this procedure, there is no risk to the adjacent teeth of an individual as they remain intact and harmless. For top-quality dental implants or veneers Nashville is an outstanding place.

When required, Nashville dentists also use partial dentures for missing teeth. Through partial dentures, one can save a huge amount of money. These dentures can be replaced or repaired without any hard effort. These dentures don’t cause any kind of discomfort and cosmetic dentists are conversant with the right ways to place them. It is pivotal to clean and remove these dentures at regular intervals. Flipper is also an excellent way to replace missing teeth. This acts as a temporary denture that is easy to use. Nashville dentists give instructions to their patients and help them maintain superlative oral health throughout their lifetime. For result-driven teeth whitening, dentures, or veneers Nashville would be a phenomenal location.

People with broken, worn-out, and crooked teeth needn’t worry. Nashville dentists are well-knowledgeable professionals who have an in-depth understanding of diverse dental procedures and treatments that give proven results for those who experience any kind of dental issue or imperfection. These experts deliver optimum treatments that suit the needs, budget, and preferences of their patients in the best way possible. A free consultation with them can be the one-stop decision to get rid of an array of dental flaws and imperfections.

[tomboy-writer]

Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go. 

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes. 

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

           * * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[reidology]

Dying in a bathtub - Hotchreid

Summary: Hotch gets nightmares and hides in the tub, so Spencer makes it comfy for him <3

Word count: 4.4k

Content warning: discussion and description of nightmares, smut, brief description of physical abuse, light angst, quite fluffy, happy ending <3

AO3

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The first time it happened Spencer woke up shivering, the cold of a missing body beside him seeped through the sheets chilled his bones. He braved a lazy glance to his bedside, squinting to see the alarm clock blinking big and aggressive red numbers. 05:25. Aaron must have gone out for a morning run, something Spencer never understood. In fact, his reasoning of ‘why run, when sleep?’ whenever Aaron attempted to get him to join always earned him an affectionate eye roll and kiss on the cheek, so why would he ever give that up? No promise of endless coffee can get Spencer Reid to wake up before 7am, much less for exercise.

Reluctantly the sleepy man made his way to the bathroom, knowing he might as well shower and get ready for work now, there’s no way he could get back to sleep without his human furnace of a boyfriend covering him completely. Only, through his grogginess he failed to notice the boyfriend-shaped body softly snoring in the tub.

So he padded over to the semi-closed shower curtain and blearily reached in to turn the water on for it to heat up while he got ready.

Almost as soon as the water turned on, a high-pitched shriek assaulted the young agent’s eardrums. Spencer did what, in his opinion, any caught-off-guard fully trained FBI agent would do— he squealed in shock and fell back on his ass. A moment later the shower curtain pulled back, revealing a very irritated -and very wet- Aaron Hotchner.

“Babe what the fuck,” the older man whined, wringing out his shirt and turning the freezing water off, “I was sleeping!”

“Oh this is my fault?!”

“Yes! Couldn’t you see me?!”

“I just woke up!”

“Me too!” Aaron pointed to his wet shirt as if to say you have no excuse for this.

Spencer let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself up from the floor. Somehow he upset his boyfriend, he guesses apologies are on the table. He carefully stepped into the bathtub to face his dripping boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the soaking man’s neck, “I’m sorry,” he pouted quite prettily, “But honey, why were you sleeping in the tub?”

“I didn’t sleep in the tub. I went to sleep in our bed, then you woke me up in the tub.” Aaron grumbled.

Spencer thought Aaron looked positively insane. His eyes focused on the older man’s pupils as his hands checked for a fever.

“Do you have a concussion?” He couldn’t help but fret about the man who is usually so well put together. He was obviously in distress though what kind of distress completely eluded the dry man. Aaron waved Spencer’s worried hands away from his face, “No. Spence, I’m telling you, I didn’t sleep in the bathtub.”

“Then how did you get here?”

Aaron shrugged and swatted Spencer’s nosy hands away that were trying to inspect the grumpy man for any injuries, “Who knows? Let’s get some breakfast.” He calmly stepped out of the tub and headed out, leaving Spencer confused (for once).

“... But it’s 5 am.”

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Two nights later, it happened again. But this time Spencer awoke to the sound of sobbing. His heart just about broke in two at the sight of Aaron curled in on himself in the porcelain tub, shaking and covered in sweat.

The Unit Chief used to have terrors most nights. After Foyet, all of life’s problems seemed to unravel in his dreams. The sounds and images were so vivid that upon waking up he believed he had done what he’d dreamed. That he’d hurt his family or that Foyet had come back to finish the job.

During hard cases, Aaron would forgo sleep completely, knowing his mind would only haunt him with terror beyond his conscious capabilities. It left him exhausted and agitated for the rest of the investigation. The team and LEOs got frustrated but none had the guts to confront him, except for one young agent who took special notice of his boss.

So Spencer stepped in, and after weeks of getting closer and learning more about each other than they had in the past five years of working together, Aaron digressed and accepted the help that was offered. The following three months ensued so smoothly, the therapy was helping and Aaron couldn’t believe he was sleeping full nights again. He knew it was all thanks to Spencer, who had taken up a very special place in his heart. Aaron knew that Spencer would always be there when he woke up, like an anchor. Something real to hold on to and keep him in place.

It had been a while since Aaron had such a bad episode, luckily Spencer knew just what to do and jumped right into action. Without missing a beat, the younger man climbed into the tub and sat by Aaron’s head, taking hold of one of his white-knuckled fists and gently coaxing it open by rubbing his thumbs from the palm to the back of the hand. Constant pressure, soothing, real. With one hand he threaded his fingers through the brunette’s damp hair, stroking softly at his scalp, willing his nightmare mind to latch onto the familiar touch.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured sweetly like a mantra.

Eventually Aaron’s panicked sobs dissolved into pained whimpers, his body lost some of its tension, allowing for Spencer to gently lift his boyfriend’s head into his lap and off the hard floor of the tub. The whimpers died down to light trembles and Spencer shushed him comfortingly, continuing to sooth him with gentle strokes to his head. Slowly Aaron’s eyes opened and Spencer felt the moment panic set in. The taller man’s breathing quickened and tension returned to his body, frozen in fear. God, Spencer should have turned the lights on.

“It’s just me, darling. You’re home, Aaron. This is home. You’re safe.”

Aaron trembled more, his eyes glazed over as if reliving the nightmare, “Shhh you’re safe.”

Spencer placed a feathery kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead that seemed to anchor him immediately. Tentatively, Aaron looked up at his rescuer, relieved to be in his lover's arms and away from the nightmare universe that had felt so real. He burrowed further into Spencer’s lap, wrapped his shaking arms around his boyfriend’s steady hips. He tried to focus on Spencer’s heartbeat in an attempt to regulate his own. Spencer was warm, Spencer was safe. Always safe.

“Foyet?” Spencer asked cautiously, breath fanning over the older’s forehead. Aaron stilled at the name then nodded. The younger man knows that Aaron needs to talk about it immediately, even if it’s terrifying. It allows him to discern dreams from reality, so that the events and sensations of the night terror don’t ingrain themselves into the man’s memories of reality .

“... and Scratch,” Aaron gulped, “They had Jack. I couldn’t... I didn’t know what was real. Couldn’t tell if it was really Jack. He made me hurt him. Oh god, Spence… I hurt him.” Sobs wracked the pained man’s body once again, unable to forget the horror of the dream. Spencer rocked them back and forth.

“Shh… Jack is fine, he’s at Jess’s. You would never hurt him, Aaron.”

Aaron was spent, he couldn’t muster up the energy to talk. He fell asleep once more in his partner’s comforting hold.

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The next morning they woke up with aching muscles from being in the bathtub for so long. Spencer couldn’t help but be worried about his boyfriend. There was definitely something going on, and though he respected Aaron’s privacy immensely, he was afraid of the older man getting into a dangerous situation. Was he sleepwalking to the bathroom? What if he tripped and hit his head on the edge of the tub? But most importantly, why were Aaron’s nightmares leading him to the bathtub?

Spencer nuzzled Aaron’s neck in an effort to wake him up a bit more. “Darling, we need to talk about this.” The worry in Spencer’s voice was audible and prompted Aaron to sit up and sigh deeply. He didn’t think this part of his life would ever come back up to the surface, he’d avoided thinking about it for decades and he didn’t know what triggered the habit to resurface. But now it’s affected Spencer, and he knew he couldn’t keep the love of his life in the dark, but some things were so hard to talk about.

Aaron found himself panicking again, flashes of Foyet and his father clouding his mind once more. Images of Sean taking cover in Aaron’s arms while their father pounds on the bathroom door-

“I know. I-” He was cut off with the sweetest kiss.

“You can take your time sweetheart. No rush.”

Even at this stage in their relationship, Aaron wasn’t used to being treated so well. The kindness that naturally radiated off his boyfriend was enough to make his insides melt, the understanding words never ceased to choke him up. But he knew Spencer would be there to put him back together once he gave him all his pieces. He buried his face in the younger’s neck, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, relaxing into his hold. Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron’s lean form, offering a safe space. Aaron had never been this vulnerable with anyone before his relationship with Spencer.

After a moment of just holding each other, Aaron’s breathing mellowed out and his voice cracked as he explained everything.

“After Sean was born, my dad started drinking. He’d always been somewhat aggressive, scary even. He- he’d get angry and take it out on my mom… and if she wasn’t there... But when he started drinking it got a thousand times worse. I vowed to myself to protect Sean at all costs, I promised him I would never let our dad get to him. So I took the brunt of it when he was sober. But when he was drunk… he would chase us, try to get to Sean specifically. He was just a little kid 5 or 6, I was 15. He would scour the house to find Sean so I took him and locked us in the only room in the house with a lock… the bathroom. I’d carry Sean in my arms and make a run for it. I blocked off the door with a cabinet and we sat in the tub until he passed out.. My dad couldn’t get in but he would pound on the door so loudly, his voice was so angry-”

Aaron inhaled hard, the grip on the back of Spencer’s shirt tightened and his breathing shallowed. Spencer continued rubbing soothing circles on his back, allowing Aaron to take his time.

“The bathtub was the only safe space for Sean and I. We spent whole nights in there, waiting for my dad to pass out. Sometimes we’d tell stories, play games, but other times we cried and I covered his ears with my hands, not wanting him to hear the horrible things our dad was saying. This went on until I went to college, I tried to take Sean with me but my mother wouldn’t allow it. My dad died a year later, when Sean was 9.

“I- because of that, if any of us had nightmares we’d go into the bathroom and sleep in the tub, because no one could get to us in there.”

Aaron swallowed thickly and timidly looked up to the honey-haired man. Had he sounded pathetic?

But Spencer cupped his cheek once again and kissed him lovingly.

“Thank you for telling me. You’re the strongest person I know, Aaron. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through his chest. He swallowed down all his uncertainties and let Spencer in, he was proud of himself. Both of them yawned in succession, still exhausted from last night and uncomfortable from sleeping in the bathtub.

With a cheeky grin the younger man announced, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll get us the day off.” Aaron was so grateful.

While he called in sick, Spencer had an idea, and he knew just who to call.

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“Boy Wonder! How wonderful to hear from you on this frabjous day! We miss you and the Bossman dearly. We are definitely… working. Work is happening, and we’re doing it, and it’s getting done. You can trust me on that. Definitely no piñatas in the break room, where would we even find one on such short notice? Emily doesn’t even know where to get balloons! Anyway, what magical service may I bestow upon thee today, my little lord?”

Spencer bit back a chuckle, “Hi Penelope. Listen I need some advice on… interior decorating-”

Immediately, he got cut off by a squeal, “I’m on my way!”

“No! Garcia- after work-”

The line goes flat.

“Dammit. I should’ve just texted JJ.”

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Despite her best efforts, the rest of the team did not let Penelope leave the BAU for a ‘design emergency’. Fortunately for Spencer, that gave him some time to plan what he wanted to do while cooking lunch for his sleeping beauty.

After a full meal of soup and grilled cheese, Hotch retreated to the living room hoping to watch some History Channel with Spencer. They love watching the conspiracy shows together and debunking the awful propositions. Though Hotch learned quite surprisingly that Spencer is very open to the idea of aliens on Earth. However, he has a suspicion that that’s mostly wishful thinking on the part of Spencer's inner child. Nevertheless, it’s adorable and Hotch was excited for it, and waiting patiently for Spencer to finish cleaning himself up.

Before he could question what was taking so long, their doorbell rang a sweet lullabye sound (they had to change it from the awful buzzing that it was- it was too overwhelming for Spencer). Not expecting any company, Hotch was puzzled as to who could be at their door.

“Who is it?” He spoke through the intercom.

“Bossman! Sorry to hear about your incurable case of Work Sickness! If you could let me up, I brought you some warm soup!-”

Spencer bounded through the foyer from the bedroom, practically hopping over furniture and knocking down a flower arrangement, “I got it! I got it!” he heaved frantically.

“Babe, what’s Garcia doing in front of our building on a weekday?”

“Nothing Aar don’t worry about it, Penelope and I are just going out for lunch, see you later!”

Spencer grabbed his satchel and was out the door.

“But- Spencer you just had lunch!” The curly haired man was already running down the steps, “Bye!”

It was Hotch’s turn to be left alone and confused.

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In Penelope’s car, Spencer explained his idea to Penelope, without going saying too much about Hotch’s nightmares. In true Penelope fashion, the bubbly bits-and-bobs connoisseur knew the perfect place to get what Spencer needed. Penelope dragged Spencer around the independently-owned home goods boutique like a lost puppy for about two hours. She ended up with more bags for herself and Sergio than what Spencer needed.

A few texts and one missed call from Hotch wondering what the hell was taking Spencer so long prompted them to leave. Spencer thanked Penelope in front of their apartment and air kissed her goodbye, promising to show up at girl’s night next week..

Spencer walks into the foyer as quietly as possible and hides the bags behind the living room’s entertainment center.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah! I’m home!”

Aaron walked out of their bedroom with a soft smile. His round glasses were on, meaning he’s been reading… or looking at case files.

“Are you going through the case?” Spencer scolded.

The bespectacled man didn’t waver. “There’s something the victim’s parents said that doesn’t add up, they said that every Thursday Mandy went to soccer practice after school and swim practice in the next town over in the evenings. She takes the bus so if the unsub was stalking her he’d either have to take the same bus and risk getting caught or have a car- which goes against our age profile- so that would mean there’s someone driving him. Spencer, there are TWO unsu-” He was cut off by being pulled into a kiss. He hummed into it and wrapped his arms around Spencer’s slender waist, pulling them closer together. When they pulled apart Spencer whispered “Two unsubs. The team knows, they’re working on it. You-” he tapped his finger on the older’s chin for emphasis, “need to relax today.”

The resulting pretty pout was swiftly kissed away. None of that now.

“But I don’t know how to relax. I’m Aaron Hotchner, stoic as a statue, stern glare extraordinaire, Mr. Emotionless…”

Spencer rolled his eyes and trailed his hands down Aaron’s hard chest, “I know how to make you relax…” The other man grinned “Oh is that right?” Spencer smirked and led his boyfriend to the couch.

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That night when Aaron was gone to bed, Spencer quietly retrieved the bags from behind the TV and set his plan in motion.

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He’s trembling. And he can’t recognize his own thoughts, he can’t think straight, all he can see is his son- and Haley with terror written all over their faces.

He barely registers the sound of Jack’s wailing because, as if from right behind his ear, he hears a voice that he interprets as his own thought ‘shoot him’.

‘What?’

‘Pull the trigger’

He looks back up to his sobbing, terrified son, and without hesitation- click- BOOM-

Aaron bolted up from the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around the dark. Jack? Where is he- Jack ohmygod-

His vision landed on Spencer’s sleeping form, breathing shallowly and folded into himself like a pretzel, sleeping soundly like an angel. Spencer. Real. Safe. He took a deep breath to regulate his heart. In for 4, hold, out for 6, repeat. This was exhausting.

Groggily, Aaron slipped out from under the covers and headed to the bathroom to get a drink of water and maybe splash his face a little. He thought of getting into the bathtub for the comfort he desperately needed right now, but he’d be embarrassed if Spencer found him in there again. Who does that? But nothing could have prepared Aaron for the sight before him when he opened the door.

Lights. Yellow, green, purple electric lights on strings, illuminating the room in a beautiful calming glow. They were suspended from the curtain rod of the bathtub, taped to the walls. Gorgeously scented candles perched on the sink, some on the ground, a few tea lights lining the edge of the tub. It smelled glorious and comforting and Aaron couldn’t tell what it was. Pine? Sandalwood? Campfire?

The most breath-taking part was the inside of the bathtub. Patterned sheets hung from the walls and draped over to form a delicate roof. Fluffy pillows perfectly laid out to coat every inch of the porcelain interior, and soft blankets piled on top for added comfort. Lights lined the inside of the sheet tent as well, it looked fantastical. Like something out of a book.

Aaron was floored, to say the least. Was this what Spencer had been doing today? He was flooded by a new emotion, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Spencer had done all of this for him? To make him feel safe?

He was still standing just barely in the room, taking everything in and getting emotional when he heard soft footsteps behind him and felt Spencer’s long arms slink around his waist. A chin hooked over his shoulder and a kiss was pressed to his neck.

“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?”

Aaron nodded, “You did all this… for me?” A tinge of awe decorated his voice.

“Yeah,” his boyfriend whispered back, “So you don’t hurt yourself when you sleep in here.”

Aaron felt stupid for ever thinking his wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend would ever feel embarrassed by him. Of course Spencer took everything he admitted seriously, of course Spencer cared about what he’s been through, Spencer cares… that's what he’s been feeling. Taken care of. Important. For once in his life, he feels like he’s allowed to let himself be loved.

The stunned man seemed to be frozen in place, not knowing how to respond. His mind was overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Spencer pulled away and grabbed the older’s hands, Aaron let himself be led to the makeshift fort.

They climbed in together, careful not to knock over any of the burning candles. Spencer settled on one end of the tub and pulled Aaron into him before he could even think of not cuddling with him. He made space with his legs for his boyfriend to settle between, chest pressed to back, arms wrapped around his love. Safe, warm, and comfortable in a sea of cushions like twin yolks in a shell.

Laying here, in his lover's arms, surrounded by low tranquil lights, and the gentle rise and fall of Spencer’s chest, Aaron felt as serene as he’d ever been. Spencer slid warm hands under Aaron’s shirt, bringing one up to rest cozily on his heart. Aaron turned his head and nuzzled further into Spencer’s neck, feeling the familiar tingle of the man’s touch and murmured a low hum of approval.

Spencer’s other hand, that wasn’t on Aaron’s heart, was used to tip the taller man’s chin up to look at him.

“I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind,” he cooed, “sometimes it’s impossible to take yourself out of that world. But in our home, Aaron, I want you to feel safe and protected at all times. I want you to be vulnerable and unashamed. You’re free to be everything you are in here, and I hope that you feel you can be everything you are with me, too.”

Aaron lost himself in his partner’s deep gaze, glorious hazel eyes boring into him. Completely enamored by the words spoken to him, all he could do was nod and lick his lips, trying to regulate his heart rate for a completely different reason now. Spencer had never been so… authoritative before and his sincere but stern tone sent thrilling sparks down his spine. A blush rose up his neck.

Spencer tracked the slow movement of Aaron’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and didn’t fight the impulse to drag his thumb over it. “You’re always safe with me.” He barely whispered before angling his head down to catch those lips in a languid kiss. Aaron sighed into it, waiting a little while before pushing himself up to fix their awkward angle. He positioned them so that Spencer was laid down flat on his back, allowing Aaron to lay between his legs once more, chest to chest. They tangled themselves in each other, lips colliding again like a match to a box, igniting a fire in the both of them.

Both were still tired from waking up in the middle of the night, but the desire coursing through their bodies was a more pressing matter. Spencer lifted his hands to frame his lover’s neck and wrapped his legs loosely around his waist, inviting Aaron to grind down onto him, both already half hard from the anticipation. Spencer groaned into Aaron’s mouth. A sound that went right to Aaron’s dick.

They explored each other’s bodies with a youthful novelty, eager to feel more skin. Never once pulling their lips apart. Aaron slipped his hands under Spencer’s shirt and shoved it up under his arms, digging his fingers into those delicious hips. Finally he broke away from the kiss to pepper the younger’s face with sweet ones. Aaron’s heart grew three sizes at Spencer’s soft giggles and let out a low laugh of his own. How ridiculous were they, making out like teenagers in a bathtub fort? Neither much cared to answer that question though, because the impatient genius bucked his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s, who was still in his boxers, let’s get those off.

Spencer eagerly reached for Aaron’s underwear and palmed at his bulge just until he heard that impatient sound from him. He pulled the man’s cock out now fully hard and dripping with precum. A groan escaped the both of them at the sight and sensation. They wasted no time in getting Spencer out of his nerdy physics flannel pajama pants, and grinded their dicks together. Lighting sparked right through the both of them, Aaron balanced himself on one arm near Spencer’s head and took both of their lengths into his right hand.

The rub of their slick cocks together was spectacular as Aaron kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to draw out all the best sounds he knew Spencer could make by nipping at his neck, where he knew the younger man was ticklish. Spencer whined at the excruciating pace, turning into a desperate whimpering mess. Making Spencer wait was so fun.

Spencer’s hands find grip in Aaron’s short hair, keeping him close, feeling the pull of Aaron's big hand on his dick and grinding up to meet him. It’s intoxicating bliss, being taken over the edge by the man he loves.

Their worlds minimized to just the slide of their cocks and the lips on their skin. The whimpering man felt the familiar build up in his abdomen, moaning freely now as he chased his orgasm, guiding Aaron’s hand with his own to feel his touch everywhere.

“Yeah baby,” Aaron encouraged, his own orgasm coming on quickly, “Cum for me baby.”

Spencer sputtered his release over both of their hands and stomachs, momentarily suspended in the intense bliss of his orgasm. He laid there spent, feeling like putty in Aaron’s hands, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. He took his lover’s cock in hand and pumped him quickly, thumbing the head of his dick on each upstroke. Aaron came with a groan and a shudder, his arms gave out. They laid there catching their breaths for a while, ignoring the drying stickiness between them and tracing slow patterns on each other’s skin. They were so lucky to have each other.

“How are we going to shower now?” Aaron looked up and pouted.

“There’s a perfectly good sink just 5 feet away.” They laughed, Aaron pulled a blanket over them.

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[f00tball-imagines]

Ivy - Jadon Sancho

Player: Jadon Sancho (with a guest appearance of Marco Reus)

Word count: 847

Prompt: “You are dating one of Sancho teammates and your boyfriend is cheating on you. Everyone in the team knows about it and Sancho gets mad at him for doing that to you 1st because no one deserves that and 2nd because he loves you and would never treat you that way. He doesn’t understand why your boyfriend is having an affair when he has the most beautiful and intelligent woman by his side.” (Request by Anon) 

A/N: I combined this request with Ivy by Taylor Swift, I hope you’re alright with that, Anon! Your prompt goes so well with the lyrics, so I just kinda seized the opportunity 😅✨ Also, Jadon is still playing for Borussia Dortmund in this fic, so I could include my problematic fave Marco Reus as the cheating boyfriend! ✨ If you guys have any more requests (for our Taylor Swift series or in general), please let us know! 💖😊

"Give me that!" I reach for the wine bottle on the table that Marco has left there before stepping out on the pitch a minute ago, much to Jadon’s surprise, though. "I thought you-"

"Change of priorities," I interrupt him harshly, shrugging. I take a sip and crack a smile. It's good wine. No wonder Marco prefers getting drunk over spending time with me. "Change of heart, actually."

"I see," he says. He's so unfazed by everything, it's unbelievable! I watch him scratching at the ink on his forearm, as if he was trying to claw his own skin off. Maybe he's not all that calm and collected after all... "How come you're not watching Marco play?"

Are you actually that oblivious or are you just pouring salt into the wound? "I've watched him play so many times." Why the fuck do you even care, anyways?

"So?"

"So?"

"I thought you were in love with Marco."

The bottle almost slips out of my fingers into the dirt and grime on the hardwood floor of the dressing room. "I-, I, umm, I was."

He looks up at me. "Ah." Then, he looks down again. "Let me guess. Homeboy cheated?" 

"He did." Not just once. Not twice either. In fact, he has a whole ass fling going on behind my back. But he doesn’t know that I know about it yet.

"Too bad."

"It really is." I take one last more swig before setting the wine bottle aside. I’ve never been a big drinker, but after that thing with Marco... I’d try about anything to take my mind off things. “Jadon... Why are boys so strange at times?”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Strange? I wouldn’t exactly call Marco’s behaviour strange, to be honest.” Excuse me? Are you coming to that cheater’s defense now or what? “It’s just... pathetic.” Ah. Alright. Couldn’t agree more.

“Maybe it’s what I deserve...” 

“Bullshit!” Jadon frowns at me, I get the feeling that if he wasn’t injured, he would’ve jumped to his feet to lecture me. “Honestly, you’re such a kind soul, always smiling, always trying to make people happy. And-, umm, you’re so beautiful, too...” Beautiful? I think I got off at the wrong station! “Oh, come on!” I snort, shaking my head at him while my cheeks are getting warm. “I can’t be all that beautiful and kind and whatever if Marco found himself someone else!” Someone better, I suppose.

“The man’s off his rocker or something!” No, Jadon, you are off your rocker for thinking I’m something special! “Like, why would he have an affair when he already has the most beautiful and intelligent lady by his side?” His words hit home. It’s been a while since Marco has called me anything like that. Truth be told, it’s been a while since we’ve had a decent conversation in general. Right now, it’s nothing more than “Good morning”, “Have a nice day” and “Good night”. Day after day. I don’t feel welcome anymore. I have no idea why I’m here tonight. 

“Hey, I thought I’m the one who’s drunk!” I exclaim, even giggling a little. I don’t know, he just makes me feel like there’s ivy growing out of the cracks of the stone-cold boulder my heart has turned into. Ivy - because it represents fidelity. Something that Marco surely is lacking. And Jadon... He’s so unlike him!

“What do you mean?” he asks so nonchalantly. “I’m being serious!”

“Are you trying to confess your love or what?” I frown at him. I mean, I wouldn’t even be surprised! Not after that long, long talk with Jude. About Marco’s side bitch and Jadon who apparently likes me quite a lot.

He blushes visibly as he’s struggling for words. “Umm... Well... Perhaps.” Oh, goddamn...

“Jadon, I-” I wish I could. But I can’t. “I’m dating Marco.” Officially. But actually... Our love has died a long time ago already. I have no idea why I’m still grieving for it after everything he has put me through.

“I know...” I can see his Adam’s apple moving underneath his tanned skin. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I wish I wasn’t,” I tell him unceremoniously. 

“Mhm,” he makes merely. I don’t know what to say, I just put the wine bottle up to my lips again, secretly wishing his kiss was numbing my pain instead of an ocean of alcohol. “You could... break up with him,” he suggests carefully. Oh, really? No shit! “I-, I don’t know...” Yeah, I don’t know why I’m still holding onto the shards of our relationship either. “Maybe...” To be honest, that thought has crossed my mind before. Multiple times.

“It’d be the right thing to do,” he says and I know that he’s right about that. “He’s just making you miserable.”

“But-”

“No buts. That relationship isn’t going anywhere anymore and you know it.” I do. “Honestly, dump him!”

I just sigh. There really is nothing left to do. Except for running from the mess with Marco. So whatever Jadon and I have going on now can blossom instead.

[thinking1bee]

Rainbow Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Lena Luthor x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Humor, Just Cuteness All Around 

Working for Lena was great, amazing in fact! Though you admired Lena for her work ethic and genuine friendly attitude, you always wondered how someone as kind as she, could result from a family so vile. It didn’t make sense to you. But you spent less time wondering about her family’s legacy, and more about her as a person. Lena was so strong, her resilience to the hate people gave her because of who she is, made your heart flutter in a way you haven’t felt before. You never had the pleasure to interact with her before she found you with the little boy. You’d only heard rumors and whispers of how she acted. But now that you work for her, you see, now, that others opinions don't do her justice. Lena Luthor deserved so much more.

After several weeks of working for her, she asked you to commission a mural in Supergirl’s honor. For what you could see, Lena was in the process of buying abandoned and foreclosed properties to refurbish them and offer them for philanthropy. A part of that project was to create a mural, just a way to say thank you to Supergirl for everything that she’s done for National City. To have a resident superhero was great. Seeing her insignia gave people hope. ‘Stronger Together’ is what it meant, so that’s the emphasis you were going to put into the painting. When Lena gave you creative freedom, you already had the painting in mind, it taking shape with a will of its own. You were going to paint Supergirl mid flight, with one arm outstretched and one leg bent, her red cape fluttering in the wind. It was already detailed enough but you were going to put special prominence on her insignia, her facial features, and draw ‘stronger together’ in big red lettering with a gold outline below her regal form.

The next day, you got to work, already dressed in your painting flannel and jeans. Your supplies surrounded you, a mess to some people, but to you, it was your own personal paradise. The smell of acrylic was soothing to you, and every stroke of your brush was artistic therapy. By the time Lena came over to check on you, you already had a basic outline done using black paint and a thinner brush. This stage was always the most depressing to you because, right now, it didn’t look like much, but it was a wall of opportunity, a blank slate, a chance to turn something mundane into something truly spectacular.

“How’s it going?” Lena asked you as she got closer and you couldn’t help your smile. She was truly amazing, and you couldn’t say it enough.

You saw that she had burgers for you, and you smiled, sticking your brush into your hair so you wouldn’t lose it.

“I promise it’ll be awesome! I’ll have more for you by then end of the day.”

Lena smiled sweetly at you, admiring your enthusiasm. *** Lena couldn’t get you out of her mind. Every waking moment of her life was filled with thoughts of you. How were you doing? Were you okay…? Were you single?

She was still trying to play it cool and not seem utterly obsessed. That would be so creepy. She just wanted to spend more time with you. The idea that maybe you hadn’t eaten in a while flitted across her brain and she latched on to it, using any excuse to see you. So, when Lena saw you, with your food in tow, her heart flipped in her chest.

Watching the sunshine on you and highlight your hair was breathtaking. She watched you work, nimble and skilled fingers moving the brush with such grace that a ballerina would be jealous of. This was her favorite part of her day: watching you work. The air of serenity that surrounded you like an aura was beautiful. You were at your most tranquil when you painted. Lena could see the artwork come alive through your eyes and it was then that she realized that she was in love with you.

Lena squared her shoulders and frowned. It was one thing to experience love at first sight, but to be in love? That was ridiculous. Luthors can’t love. They don’t have it in their DNA to experience such a feeling. The closest she could get to love was quite possibly obsession and that was a hard pass for her. The only thing she was completely committed to was her work. So, she shook off her confusing feelings, stored them in little boxes, and approached you.

“How’s it going?”                                                   *** Lena convinced you to take a break. Well it didn’t take much convincing. You truly liked Lena. She was a strong and admirable person that beat all odds stacked against her and tried to make a name for herself outside of the Luthor legacy. You also noticed several other things about her. Her skin was flawless except a lone freckle that adorned her neck. When she would get frustrated, she would always put her hair in a ponytail…and when she was with you, she blushed a lot. As you two were eating, you noticed how she would react when you compliment her work or tell her that she’s doing a great job. You also knew that something inside you was falling for this regal woman. She was utterly beautiful, gorgeous. Something about her perseverance was intriguing and what reeled you in was her personality. Working for her was the best decision you’ve ever made. She saved you in more ways than one.

Now that you knew that there was something between you, a spark of sorts, you began to devise a way to fan it into a flame.

“Ms. Luthor, would you like to help me paint?” you offered to her. Lena stuttered and then laughed.

“Oh no I don’t wish to be in the way,” she said with a mouthful of burger. “Besides I’m not wearing anything to paint in.”

That much was very true. She was dressed in formal wear with a blouse, a skirt, and her signature high heels. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you’re shrugging out of your flannel and offering it to her. Lena’s eyes grew big, her green orbs looking at your shirt and then at you in a tank top.

“I insist,” you encouraged.

Thirty minutes later, you had Lena wheezing from laughter. She insisted that she do the easier tasks like painting the bigger shapes while you take care of the detailed work. You were currently telling her this corny joke that you learned from social media and the next thing you knew, her face was as red as a lobster and she was clutching her stomach.

“Y/n, that was awful!”

You giggled and bowed for the job well done before turning back to your work. It didn’t take long for Lena to abandon her heels. She opted to work barefoot instead, her feet pale in comparison to the sidewalk. For several minutes, you worked in a comfortable silence until Lena called your name.

“Y/n?”

You turned just in time to see her flick some paint in your direction. The red droplets splattered into you neck and chest thickly and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you. Lena laughed at your reaction, her hand coming up to hide her own sheepish smile. You were quick to recover, and you cracked your knuckles.

“Oh Luthor, it is on!”

You knew you had to be careful of her skirt, so you dipped your hand in blue paint and flicked your fingers towards her. Lena laughed boisterously as she used your flannel to shield herself. She ran away, ducking and weaving so she could avoid you, but that didn’t stop you from gently tackling her. You twisted your body so that she would land on top of you and you both laughed on the way down. When you finally calmed down, you’re aware that Lena isn’t laughing anymore. You open your eyes to see her staring into yours, her eyes wide with an emotion you couldn’t read, but you could see her vulnerability. Lena swallowed repeatedly, her eyes flitting from yours to you lips and back again. You smiled, your hand rubbing her back through her borrowed flannel.

“Lena?” you asked, and you swear you could feel her heart rate increase.

“Yes?” she whispered.

“I hope I haven’t read this evening wrong,” you began, your own nervousness manifesting itself as a shaky voice.

“But I’ve thoroughly enjoyed spending this time with you. And I hope-”

You paused, your throat suddenly dry. Lena placed her hands on either side of you head and you became increasingly aware of the fact that she was straddling you, her body heat seeping past your own layers of clothing to ignite your skin on fire.

“Yes, Y/n?” she asked, prompting you to continue.

“May I take you out on a date?”

“Yes!” Lena said quickly before she cleared her throat and chuckled in embarrassment.

“Yes,” she said again, attempting to be calm. “I would like that very much.”

You’re all smiles as you stood up and helped Lena to do the same.

“I know I pale financially in comparison to you-” you began, but Lena didn’t let you finish.

“I don’t care about that. Besides, money isn’t what made me fall in love with you,” she said before she slapped her hand over her mouth.

You’re speechless, your mind a literal Windows blue screen before you force it to reboot and form words.

“You love me?”

Now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no way Lena could go back. It was now or never. She knew that she put herself in this situation, this moment of vulnerability. Even now, she could feel herself build her walls and close herself from being exposed. It took everything in Lena to not do that, to not shut you out. Not everyone was Lillian or Lex, and everyday was a battle to not treat people the same way as they’ve treated her.

Lena couldn’t speak quite yet. All she could do was nod her head and not pass out from nervousness. Your heart soared and you held her hands.

“Lena,” was all you could say before you engulfed her in a hug. Lena gasped, her body freezing in shock before she hugged you back. And that’s the way you stayed for several minutes, locked in an embrace and feeling like you couldn’t get closer to the woman you loved no matter how hard you tried. Even with her in your arms, it wasn’t close enough. Holding her was as lovely as you thought it would be. Lena was not weak by any means. You could feel muscle definition beneath the clothes but still holding her, was like holding on to something so precious, that you couldn’t help but be gentle with her. Even you could tell that she was putting a lot into this, forcing herself to be vulnerable with you. You wouldn’t take it for granted.

It’s several more minutes before you’re able to release your hug, just enough to look into her eyes.

“Ms. Luthor, it’s a date then,” you said before kissing her sweetly on her cheek. You were rewarded with Lena’s vibrant red blush, her shaky fingers ghosting where your lips were. Maybe Luthors couldn’t love, but this Luthor was already breaking the mold just for you.

[lettrespromises]

THE FORGOTTEN DAY. - AKAASHI, DAICHI, KUROO, ATSUMU.

@luveranime wrote : ❝Hey Nikki its me again lmao 😂. Could you do one where they actually completely forget your birthday? With Akaashi, daichi, kuroo, and atsumu? Make it angst please🥺❞

A.N: ❝dear reader,

thank you so much for trusting me once more with your request! i always love writing the requests even more so than my own prompts. i sincerely hope you’ll like these hc’s, i tried to make these as angsty as i could but atsumu has two braincells and i could NOT resist the temptation of doing something more lighthearted, i hope you won’t be mad at me! mwah! enjoy your promised letter!

sincerely yours, nikki❞

Genre: Kinda angsty, kinda fluffy. Warnings: Cursing, crying.

Now, Akaashi is not one to forget about dates and birthdays. I’m pretty sure he has a notebook filled with everyone’s birthdays written in a chronological order. Needless to say, he’s someone who is extremely organized. 

He is the kind of boyfriend to remember all the slightest details you mention when you guys have a conversation. We’re talking about small details, pieces of informations that others wouldn’t necessarily pick up on except if your name is Akaashi Keiji. (I.E: he knows that Bokuto-san classifies his underwear according to each day of the week.)

The week leading up to your birthday, he makes sure to leave several notes stuck on your notebooks, laptop, mug, even your jacket to let you know how loved you are and how exceptional of a human being you are.

Unfortunately for you, your birthday has the misfortune of being set right during the revision week leading to the final exams. The latter are extremely important to Akaashi because missing his exams would result in him not being able to go to inter-school volleyball training held during the weekend. 

Even though he’s in a relationship, he can be quite distant when something is bothering him because he refuses categorically to drown you with his problems, revisions being one of them. He’s so driven to study hard (although he’s already an excellent student), that everything else appears as a blur to him- he breathes revisions, eats revisions, lives for revisions.

The latter causes him to inevitably forget about your birthday. At first, you just think he’s playing along with you and he has this huge and sweet surprise in store for you which might explain why he hasn’t left you any love notes or sent you any texts, or even avoid you at school.

The evening of your birthday, you crash down at his place, a bit perplexed at his antics. But, unconsciously, you were still in denial, you knew or at least hoped that he was just purposefully acting as such because he wanted to surprise you for your birthday.

When he opens the door and sees you, he has a quizzical look on his face “Um, hello, Y/N? May I ask what you’re doing here, dove?”

Now, it was your turn to have a quizzical look on your face, “So you really don’t know? Isn’t it, you know, a special day?” 

His mind is so coated by his obsession to study hard that nothing comes to his mind, nothing to answer to your interrogation and eventually, nothing to leave his mouth as a response. He could swear there’s something he has forgotten, it’s somehow on the tip of his tongue but no sound is echoed on his part. 

“You know what, Akaashi, just don’t make promises you can’t keep. I hope these notes you left me will help you.” 

First of all, you called him Akaashi instead of Keiji, meaning that there was something terribly wrong with him or his deeds.

Second of all, he looked carefully enough, there were pearls of tears on the corner of your eyes.

Third of all, he was so taken aback, as if all his memory had resurfaced in the blink of an eye that he still couldn’t find the strength to say something. Instead, his eyes wandered on your figure, his back facing you, already on your way home. The sole reflex he had was to raise his hand in your direction, as if he could catch your silhouette already long gone, hopelessly.

Daichi is already the (unofficial) dad of troublesome children (thank the heavens for mama Sugawara and uncle Asahi), which means not only he has to juggle between his duty as a captain and as a student, but he also must make sure of the stability of your relationship.

It’s really taking a toll on him. Seeing him come home late after late night practice is not even surprising anymore, he just comes to your place and crashes down for the night at unbelievable hours- sometimes ten, sometimes eleven.

His role of captain is so dear to his heart and he’s kind of an all or nothing kind of guy. But when it comes to the volleyball team, he pours every once of passion, patience and energy he has to offer. He knows that the first years have literally gifts when it comes to playing and he wants to exploit their potential at the fullest.

Nonetheless, when it comes to remembering dates, Daichi (being an unofficial dad) has the tendency to remember rather quickly common dates like birthdays, if not, he can always count on Suga to remind him in case he gets too hotheaded into what he’s doing.

On the day of your birthday, he sent you a myriad of texts, mini-novels if you will. All of them were the testimonies of the love he held in your regard, he was so thoughtful, each one of his word was carefully chosen to make you feel like the most loved person on the planet.

Starting the day off with a series of loving texts from your boyfriend is indeed the best way to wake up.

However, after close inspection, the last text he had sent you mentioned a date tonight at your favorite restaurant in town because, and I quote, “you deserve to be treated like the royalty you are.”

Focusing in class was almost impossible, the only thing occupying your mind was tonight’s date with Daichi, just the two of you on your birthday. And truth be told, there was no other way you’d rather spend this ever so special day.

Right after the bell rang, you made a beeline to your place to get ready as Daichi told you he would pick you up at 7, right after practice. Your heart was bursting with joy and impatience, a sweet mix of emotions which made you feel overwhelmed by love.

It was 7 already and your eyes were stuck on the alley of your house, waiting to see Daichi’s car arrive and admire the beautiful, lovestruck grin plastered upon his face. 

Then it was 8, and suspicions started to arise in your mind. Your head was clouded by interrogations : “Does he not love me anymore?”, “Is this is way of telling me we should break up?”

Then 9, then 10 and eventually 11.

You waited four hours to hear a sign from Daichi, and you couldn’t keep up with the countless texts you had sent him, wondering where he was. But, you still had hope. Heart-crushing hope that is, or maybe you were just stuck in pure denial.

You were sitting on a chair, several stains of tears on your cheeks already, facing the window which offered a view outside your house because “You never know, he might show up...”

At 11, your phone rang and Daichi’s number highlighted the screen. You were so quick to pick up the phone, your quickness was almost inhuman. 

“Baby? Hi, it’s me. Are you still awake?” You hummed in response, scared of the way your voice would break if you were to talk. “Listen, practice-...”, you cut him off : “Practice ran late again, I know, Daichi.”

There was a moment of silence on his end of the line, a moment of guilt.

“Baby, you have no idea how sorry I am. It’s just the team and the firs-...” - “I know, the gifted first years.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“We can reschedule tomorrow if you want, I’ll ask Ennoshita to take care of the training for me.” He sounded desperate, eaten alive by the guilt consuming him and the fragile tone of your voice, you sounded like a broken record.

“Tomorrow won’t be my birthday anymore, Daichi, you know that.” You knew that if you were to hear the sound of his voice again, you were bound to break in tears, and as much as he hurt you, you knew it wasn’t his fault and you didn’t want to make him feel even more guilty than he already was feeling.

Instead, you hung up while he was still rambling about confused apologies and you headed straight to your room, head low, fresh tears crashing on the stains left by the dried tears. Like an eternal circle, if you will.

Kuroo is someone who is extremely observant by nature, just look at the way he behaves around Kenma- he doesn’t need for you to talk to know how you’re feeling and can directly dissect what’s wrong with you.

So when he finds himself having a one-sided discussion with you, (or a double-sided conversation if you deem silence as a worthy response), his brain automatically goes on retrospection mode and he’s trying to reminisce absolutely everything that happened during the last 48 hours.

The science-related puns don’t work, the teasing is a crushing defeat, all his best aces fail to put a smile on your face or make you crack a laugh. You’re still silent, or if he’s lucky enough, he can hear the faint sound of hum leaving your lips.

His last option is to ask Kenma because Kenma appears as an omniscient point of view in your relationship. And although he’s not directly involved in your couple, he always seems to find the responses to the riddles left by the cons of being in a relationship.

Kuroo and Kenma are having lunch outside, as expected of the blonde individual, his eyes are solely focused on the device held between his hands, but Kuroo is used to it. 

“Man, I just don’t get why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder, it’s really weighing on my mind.”

“Are you sure you don’t know, or do you act as if you don’t know?”

“Ha? What do you mean?”

“Yesterday was Y/N’s birthday, just in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Oh... Oh! It’s time to panic, it’s time to leave his brain on overdrive and find a solution to make up for what he judged an inexcusable behavior. 

What broke his heart even more is when he imagined to put himself into your shoes, how heartbroken you must have felt, how alone you must have felt, he even wondered if you wanted to break up with him.

Sure, Kuroo was observant, but sometimes being a airhead got the best of him. Or perhaps in this case, the worse of him.

He froze, his mouth was set agape and kind of like Akaashi, in moments of panic, he didn’t know what to do. He felt defeatist, he knew that forgetting your birthday was a dealbreaker. He already thought of all the consequences of his actions, and he knew that none of these consequences would turn out good in any way.

He ran through the hallways like a madman, yelling to the other students to step aside as he did so. He knew where you were, and he felt so stupid for knowing your timetable off by heart but not being able to remember such a simple date as your birthday.

You were having lunch in class with your friends, and when a hint of a roster’s head peaked through the door, making hand gestures to silently tell you to come see him, you excused yourself and left the class under the puzzling looks of your friends.

To say that Kuroo was sweating was an understatement, he was absolutely shaking to death and he exuded guilt by every pore of his body. Your gaze landed on his face, and your expression seemed lifeless- where did the usual gleam in your eyes go? The shine in your eyes he loved so much?

“You’re free to insult me for the rest of my days on this planet. I know I messed up, I messed up so bad and I don’t even know how to-... Hey? Oi, Y/N, please, please don’t cry.”

If he needed yet another reason to feel guilty, that was his cue. The tears falling in cascade on your face, the scarlet tones of your eyes, everything about you screamed pure sadness.

Both of your hearts broke in unison, and the motion of his hands to capture you and hold him close to his chest was so experimental, as if he’d never held you in his arms in his entire life. 

“Why did you forget, Tetsu?”

“I swear on my life that it was unintentional. I know you won’t forgive me anytime soon and, kitten, you have every right to do so. I know it’s not an excuse but just believe me when I say that it was unintentional. I’m so sorry, you have no idea.”

“Just wish me a happy birthday instead of rambling.”

“Happy birthday, kitten, I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

As the manager of the volleyball team, you were Inarizaki’s pride and joy. You were a literal ray of sunshine, the embodiment of a gem and you were always cherished by the entire team for helping them so much.

You always made sure they drank enough, prepped several towels in case they sweated too much (they always did), listened to their problems, eased their doubts- you were undeniably perfect to them.

So perfect that Osamu, as well as the rest of the team, always wondered  how and why you ended up with his airhead of a twin, or rather, and I quote, “The useless piss-haired twin.”

To be frank, if it wasn’t for you, Atsumu would probably be dead by now. The cause of his death? Osamu himself? The whole team? His stupidity? We shall never know.

You cannot expect Atsumu to remember any specific dates, he even struggles to remember his own birthday which results in him asking when was his brother born and Osamu letting out a desperate sigh, wondering what on Earth did he do in his previous life to deserve such a twin.

Nonetheless, Osamu’s cooking skills came in handy. The whole team had agreed on celebrating your birthday, a kind of surprise birthday after practice if you will, because you were so good to them.

The divine smell of the cake didn’t go unsmelled (please help is that even a word?? no it’s not but i couldn’t say ‘go unseen’ because a smell can’t be seen like???) by none other than Atsumu himself. “Whatcha’ baking this for?” Osamu didn’t even bother to throw a glance in his twin brother’s direction “You should know, idiot.”

Safe to say that Atsumu got absolutely z e r o information from his brother whatsoever and was thus left in general incomprehension. He then figured that maybe it was someone’s birthday given how well looking the cake was, but whose birthday was it? Once again, z e r o idea.

After practice, the whole team gathered to show you the surprise they had in store for you- Kita had stuck some ‘happy birthday’ posters on the wall, Osamu had brought the cake and Aran had the gift from the whole team in his hands. The preparation was quick and efficient, all while you were changing in your more regular outfit in the locker room. 

Needless to say, Atsumu still had z e r o clue to whose birthday they were going to celebrate but the grin on his face still testified of how happy he was. 

When you exited the locker room to say goodbye to the rest of the team, you were absolutely overwhelmed by joy when you saw them gathered together, a radiant smile plastered upon their face, they were so proud of themselves and most of all, they were proud to be the reason of your happiness. 

Reflex kicked, both of your hands covered your mouth and your vision quickly became blurry from the pearls of tears gathering at the brim of your eyes. To say that you were happy was an understatement, you felt so moved, so touched that this whole surprise was for your birthd-

“Hold up, I thought it was mom’s birthday? Who’s the cake for?”

The look on Osamu’s face screamed “Someone hold me back before I kill this idiot with my bare hands.”

Kita threw a volleyball at the back of Atsumu’s head.

Suna was crying on the inside out of desperation.

Hitoshi was holding Osamu back.

The rest of the team eventually ganged up on Atsumu for even daring to forget their sweet angel’s birthday while you were standing there, dumbfounded to say the least, torn between crying and laughing.

You didn’t even need to make Atsumu pay for his mistake, the team had made sure to make him pay for the next ten years (if I’m being generous.)

So... Happy birthday... I guess?

[jcmorrigan]

more Blakeworther headcanons!! i want you to go ham with em too!! :D

Go ham, huh? So...I probably went the opposite direction of what you wanted or expected. But I just read “Our Coffin Is a Twin-Sized Bed” (Blakeworth fic, REALLY ANGSTY) and I loved it but it also made me very depressed. Anyway, it put the idea of CHARACTER DEATH in my head, and so I’m like...what if you took Vincent, Victor, and Albert, and you have an AU where each one of them dies, and how would the other two react?

Except I want to have my cake and eat it too. That prompt on its own is a bit...disheartening. So I had to treat myself by saying that each time, the death was actually a fakeout, and whoever “died” turns up just fine later. Which made for extra reunion headcanons!

Get ready for: the one where each one of them “dies” and the other two grieve in their own special way, only for the “dead” to have been fine the whole time

VINCENT

·      They were setting up bombs in a facility owned by Myers, hoping to bring down one of the bigwigs – possibly Monseiur M himself – in the explosion. Albert and Victor finished their rounds, then came back outside to wait for Vincent. Vincent radioed that he was almost finished – and then the whole building went up in smoke.

·      It took Victor and Albert a few minutes to process what had happened. He…he had to have gotten out, right? There’s no way Vincent would die on this mission.

·      But he doesn’t show up.

·      Watching the conflagration, agape and wide-eyed, Victor and Albert reach out to draw each other closer, hoping it just isn’t what it looks like.

·      Eventually, there are sirens, and they have to escape back to the mansion.

·      Albert finds the nearest piece of furniture he can sit on, sinks down, and starts sobbing. It doesn’t help that this is HIS house they’re living in, this is HIS chair Albert’s crying on, and he’s not even here.

·      I’m not actually sure if Victor’s eyes have tear ducts, but he is similarly distraught. He sits down beside Albert, trying to reassure him, “We’ll be okay. He’d want us to keep going. We’ll…we’ll be fine…”

·      His voice cracks. He can’t deal with this. Now he’s holding onto Albert not only for the sake of comforting him but of getting comforted.

·      They rattle around Vincent’s house for the next few days, utterly depressed. Everywhere they go, every corner they turn, they’re reminded of the spaces where he’s not.

·      Albert is caught talking to himself – and berating himself in a bad imitation of Vincent in order to simulate their arguments. Victor can only listen for so long before he’s too emotional and has to leave.

·      “You promised me you wouldn’t do this,” Victor says as he kneads a bedsheet between his fingers.

·      Eventually, the two of them hold a small service. They construct Vincent a grave out back in the yard. Each says a few words –

·      Victor: “I still don’t regret it. Not a day.”

·      Albert: “If you think I wanted to win our rivalry this way…you were wrong. I’d give anything to have you back.”

·      When behind them they suddenly hear “If I’d’ve known you two would get this morose, I wouldn’t have bothered to plant those explosives in the first place.”

·      They turn around, and…he’s here. Vincent’s here, looking quite grumpy.

·      “I thought it would be fairly obvious that I wasn’t dead. You two really went all out on this?”

·      Albert: “You’re not an exact replica with Vincent’s memories, are you? Actually, I have no problem if you’re an exact replica with Vincent’s memories.”

·      Victor and Albert run to him, embrace him tightly. Vincent’s rolling his eyes because these idiots got themselves worked up for nothing – but he’s lying if he says he isn’t really, really touched by how much they missed him. He’ll have to be careful not to make them worry in the future.

 VICTOR

·      Assassins have the mansion surrounded. Victor urges Albert and Vincent to go on ahead without him. He’ll catch up. But first he has to buy them time.

·      Albert and Vincent head to a motel three towns over – only to hear that the mansion was cleared out, then raided by authorities, and after the cyborgs were put down, no living people remained in the house.

·      “No,” Vincent says. “He’s fine. He’s FINE.” And he won’t hear otherwise.

·      Not even after a week.

·      Albert is starting to grieve, but Vincent keeps yelling at him, “STOP! HE ISN’T GONE! YOU’RE BEING AN IDIOT!”

·      Vincent is angrier than Albert has ever seen him in his whole life. The more days go by that Victor hasn’t turned up, the edgier Vincent’s mood gets.

·      Albert has to lock himself in the bathroom if he wants to cry it out.

·      But he also knows enough about psychology that he knows Vincent has to be dying inside. “Vincent, you need to talk about what happened.”

·      “You’re not even a real psychologist. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

·      At one point, it gets so bad that Vincent locks Albert out of the motel room and refuses to let him in, no matter how much noise he makes.

·      That’s when the notes start showing up. The door’s definitely locked, but Vincent finds notes around the motel room that definitely weren’t there a moment ago.

·      “I love you. ~AK” “I’m worried about you! ~AK” “Vincent, talk to me. ~AK” “I know many fates worse than death. Do you want to push me that far? ~AK” “Please, Vincent, I need you. ~AK” “Fine. Die alone. ~AK” “I take back my last note. Don’t die alone. I love you. ~AK”

·      So eventually Vincent lets him back in, and Albert suggests, one final time, to have Vincent sit through a legitimate therapy session. No Dream Eaters, no tricks, no shell game. And Vincent agrees.

·      Vincent lies down on the bed. Albert sits on a chair beside him and starts asking questions – about Victor, about the memories they had, about what Victor means to them both.

·      Vincent slowly recalls their entire history – laughing, crying, smiling. And by the end of it, he’s outright sobbing.

·      “How can someone who was such a big part of our lives be gone, Albert?”

·      And in a historical first, Albert actually lies down on the bed to cuddle Vincent, stroke his hair, and tell him “I miss him too. So much. It’s okay. Just cry.”

·      Eventually, they get a message from Winston, saying he has some important information and “cargo” to trade to them if they meet at a rendez-vous point. So they agree. Albert and Vincent head to the alley around midnight to find Winston and…a man in a black hood.

·      He throws back the hood. It’s Victor, whose metal eyes are twinkling. “Miss me?”

·      All of Vincent’s psychological work is undone; he just says “I knew you weren’t dead.” Albert, on the other hand, TACKLES Victor at unprecedented speed and pins him to the street.

·      Once Albert lets him go, Victor goes up to Vincent, and the two of them hold each other’s gaze. They kiss, briefly. That’s all they need to put closure on this.

 ALBERT

·      He doesn’t come home from a walk one night. Instead, a Dream Eater shows up and hands Vincent and Victor a letter.

·      “My beloved Victor and my frustratingly wonderful Vincent, if you are receiving this letter, it means you are not likely to see me again in this lifetime. I have run afoul of enemy forces, and, well, I’ll finally get to see what murder looks like from the other side. I want to thank you for the laughter and tears you both have given me, and for the good times and the bad. I hope you’ll remember me fondly, or at least as a memorable nuisance. With all of my love, goodbye. -Dr. Albert Gerald Krueger”

·      This is a joke, right? Victor’s convinced it’s a joke, and Vincent insists this is exactly the kind of prank Albert would find funny…

·      Until a month passes and he hasn’t come back.

·      Vincent takes a stance: “We never needed him. It was always just you and me from the start, Victor. We can return to our roots. He was always just an extra.”

·      Victor: “I know you don’t want to admit you miss him, but that was heartless, Vincent.”

·      The two of them end up fighting, sleeping on opposite sides of the mansion for days.

·      Victor tries to drink the pain away. (It happens in all three of these scenarios, actually, but this one’s plot-relevant)

·      One night, he wakes up at three and decides he’s not drunk enough. So he shuffles down to the bar and…there’s Vincent? Already drinking?

·      Victor decides to bite; “What’s all this for?”

·      Vincent turns to Victor, and Victor can now see he’s been crying for a while. “I can’t keep this up much longer, Victor. The two of us were happy before he broke in…why can’t I be happy? Why do I still miss him so much? Why can’t I just function?”

·      Ah. Now Victor knows it is definitely about Vincent not wanting to admit he misses Albert or even liked him. Because here’s Vincent just distraught without Albert.

·      Victor sits down by Vincent. Pours himself a drink. “We can’t erase him, but we can dull the memories for a night.”

·      It’s a miracle they don’t die of alcohol poisoning that night. They toast Albert’s memory, and at one point, Victor, a little out of his mind already, just poured a whole bottle of brandy on the floor in his honor.

·      Then, a couple days later, they’re trying to figure out how they’re going to break this to Taylor. They’ve avoided Taylor for so long so they didn’t have to bring this up.

·      There’s a knock on the door. Vincent gets up with trepidation, gun in hand because he’s not sure who it’ll be. Victor follows, ready to throw down.

·      The door swings open…

·      Albert: “I apologize. I didn’t think I’d be gone that long.” And he’s smiling like he’s just a couple hours late, not a whole month and change in which the other two thought he was dead. “What did I miss?”

·      There’s a silence as Victor and Vincent gape. Then Victor breaks into a wide smile; “Alb – “

·      Vincent DECKS ALBERT IN THE FACE.

·      Albert, on the ground, says “I deserved that.”

·      Vincent: “How could you do that to me? How could you tear me apart? How could you make me so empty inside over someone like YOU? How could you make it hurt so badly to love you?”

·      He’s getting rather emotional, a tear or two falling, and Albert realizes that Vincent actually…missed him. And the immense potential for blackmail this will bring.

·      Victor steps forward to help him up off the ground. Pulls Albert into a too-tight hug in the process. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

·      Then they head inside because Albert kinda needs an ice pack for the eye Vincent hit now.

[septiembrre]

RULES: share your favorite sentence/paragraph from each one of your fics and tag 6 other fic writers to do it too :)

TAGGED by: @foxmagpie ✨

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I'm so overwhelmed by this prompt!!

Y por fin volvere a verte

She feels a deep need to cry and cry and cry, but he always respected her most when she was brave.

They do a little waltz, a graceful pivot and she’s still at the door, but she’s closed it behind her and he’s inside her apartment.

A Bit of A Stretch

Instead, it comes later -- when they’re in bed. She’s being extra-nice, extra-smiley, and charming, cracking jokes and making him laugh. He hates it except he also loves it -- when she thinks she can get the drop on him like her dumb ass ex-husband. Except, unfortunately for Rio, she really does know her target.

She waits until right after she blows him to ask.

Elizabeth crawls up his spent, panting body, and pins him with hers. She kisses him hotly with her mouth that tastes like his come and he fucking loves when she does that. Then, she retreats to bite playfully at his chin and asks if he’s noticed the flyer on the refrigerator.

And he gives her a little shit about it but…

He admires the strategy.

Heavenly Hot Tubs

I actually like a surprising amount of this terribly written fic. I'll pick two.

“Well, I’d like to check it out.” He's pretty pointedly too-casually looking at his phone. “I could join you. It says these tubs fit up to four.” He looks up at her, and his tone is still the safe side of lascivious like he understands he's walking a tight line here.

“O-Kay…” Beth desperately searches for a way to not sit mostly naked with Rio, for an hour, but her brain putters out.

“I could lend you a towel.”

He levels a grin at her. “Thanks.”

And

She steps around the partition and sees him in the shower, dutifully following the instructions of rinsing off before getting in the tub. He's gorgeous - all brown skin, black ink, short-cropped hair. When he turns off the shower, his boxer briefs are clinging to him. He pauses to stare at her in her bathing suit. Beth knows unequivocally - she's going to fuck him.

Riendo Juntos

“Rio.”

“‘I laugh.’ Me río. Río”

She tries again. “Río.” Beth pauses to let it settle and then mouths the syllables again. She looks at him, and he’s looking back at her. She feels like she could be swallowed up by glow, by feeling.

“And I mean, I do like swimmin’.”

A smile twitches at the corner of her lips.

“Is this a normal nickname? It sounds pretty hipster.”

“Fuck you.”

She laughs, but he’s laughing with her.

I'll Treat You Better (Than I Did Before)

Earlier that day -- or Beth supposes it must be after midnight by now and the overly-rambunctious evening had all officially transpired in the past of the day before -- Kenny had come leaping down off a tree branch in the backyard. It was his latest attempt to “scare the bejeezus” out of his little sisters. He must have been up there for quite some time lying in wait for them to play below him. He had rappelled down like some sort of nightmarish, gangly monkey. Emma’s shriek had carried across the backyard to Beth as she sorted laundry in the mudroom, alerting her that there was mischief afoot. She could picture it in her mind’s eye, Emma levitating a foot off the ground.

Get To Be Mine

THIS IS TOO HARD!! It's all my favorite, but here's a snapshot of some of the details i've loved including in it:

Rio settles on the first picture. “This one right?” His smile in that one is widest, and he looks incredibly handsome. She’s tucked in close to him, smiling, beautiful and done-up, with a proud glint in her eye. It’s visual proof, finally, of the almost two years of whatever they are.

Beth shrugs, feigning noncommittal, in actuality spiraling. “They’re all good.”

He forwards the picture to Annie and Ruby. Then, he sends it to himself. Weakly, Beth reaches over and takes the phone back, and drops in her purse. She doesn’t have the strength to look at the responses she can feel coming in on the phone.

“You don’t want another one by the door? Just you?”

She stares at him like he’s grown another head. “What?”

“Well, it ain’t totally the real deal, but this is your first date since your shitty ex right?”

Beth’s face flames. “I mean, so what if it is?”

“Well, you look fuckin’—,” Rio clears his throat, but still, he says it like it’s nothing. “—divine. You want to commemorate it?”

satisfied through the weekend

i don't think i have a favorite part of this either but here's a dirty bit

She reaches back out to the mirror, barely holding on as he fucks her. All the while, he’s in her ear, gruff and hoarse, telling her how good she looks, how she’s a fucking mess with her panties pulled down and her dress half off, getting fucked out, how if she’s going to end him, she’s going to have to do it herself, and then who else will put up with her shit like him.

On a one-last-time-basis

With their pace, it takes Rio and Beth a while to make progress through the book. But, when they get there, they take a special delight in reading the tales about the lovers, relishing in the stories as complicated as theirs. It makes the bullet scars seem less strange, the level of pettiness between them more of this world.

They come back to these tales again and again.

Brasitas

The strands of her hair tickle his nose, his lips. He takes a deep breath. Underneath the floral shampoo, the remnants of yesterday's perfume, the pungency of her after he’s fucked her good, there is the simple musk of Elizabeth’s skin, the one that makes his head rush. His hand moves to clasps hers where it curls on their blankets and they rest there together for a beat, the long lines of their body flush and warm. And it’s good, good, perfect and it’s fuckin’ early and he’s not really thinking of anything but his body with hers, and how she’s soft, and how they fit, and how fucking satisfied he is that he won the fight about the duvet cover (because fuck yes, he was right; it is the perfect weight for a morning like this) and he could stay here in this moment forever— But the phantom words prick, making him itch, and his thumb smooths over the base of Elizabeth’s ring finger.

whew!

[nerdy-emo-royal-dad]

My family needs your help

Hi everyone. I’m Kei, 18, she/her, and I am a writer on Tumblr and Ao3 from the Philippines. Currently I write mostly Sanders Sides-related fics. So, let me introduce you to my aunt.

This is our Tita (aunt) Maricar. She is the eldest of five siblings. She is a loving wife and a mother to one daughter, who we can safely say she loves and cares about with every fiber of her being. Tita Maricar stood as the breadwinner of her small family, continuing to work in a government office despite the dangers of Covid-19 in our country to be able to provide. 

Despite taking all the necessary health and safety precautions, she began to suffer flu-like symptoms, and was eventually admitted to a hospital in the Philippines last July 14, Covid positive. Since then, her health has deteriorated; suffering from a cardiac arrest, rupturing an artery due to an aneurysm, and falling into a coma.

Her condition required her to stay in the Intensive Care Unit for four (4) weeks, needing help from sixteen (16) doctors of varying specializations. She has since been moved to a private room, but until now she still remains confined. 

As of August 16, total hospital bills have reached two million, four hundred eighty-two thousand, one hundred thirteen pesos (Php2,482,113) or fifty-thousand nine hundred ninety dollars (USD 50,990) excluding professional fees. Covid has made the economic situation of the country fall recently, and it has become increasingly difficult for her husband and newly-graduated daughter to find employment. Our family is standing under the weight of all the expenses, and we are in dire need of help.

Our Tita Maricar is one of the strongest women I know. She’s fought any and all problems in her life head-on, standing firm through every hurdle and brave in the face of uncertainties. I’ve known her to have a mind sharp as steel, a smile bright enough to light up the corners of the darkest, murkiest rooms, a hand ever open and almost never closed, and a heart big enough to carry love that went beyond the walls of their home.

Here is the link for donations: GoGetFunding For Maricar

There is more information about my aunt’s situation in the link above. Any kind of help will be deeply, deeply appreciated. And if you are unable to donate, that’s totally fine! Spreading the word by sharing and reblogging this post is more than enough. 

In exchange for your kind donations and reblogs, and as a little treat to the Fanders and my followers, I will be accepting writing prompts and requests!!

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[straymackerel]

Congrats on 500 followers!!! could i request no.15 with Dazai plz? i hope you have a nice day/night!

dazai + mencolek (indonesian, n.) the act of tapping someone on the opposite shoulder from behind to fool them.

➽─{hi, hello, nice to meet u!!! hehehe this prompt tho 🙈 i will admit i was tempted to go the obvious route~}─❥

Working alongside Dazai Osamu is a rollercoaster to say the least. He’s slothful, insensitive, and morbidly self-destructive. He pawns off his busywork, manipulates those closest to him, and constantly flirts with death. Hell, he’ll flirt with just about anything. 

It’s so unfair, you think to yourself, trailing behind your coworkers as they survey the vicinity. How did this bandaged bully become my greatest weakness? You drag your feet through the Yokohama shipyard, pretending to look around as best you can─anything that’ll keep your eyes off the tall brunette in front of you. It doesn’t work for long.

You’re not the biggest fan of Dazai’s wanton ways; no doubt he’s strung along dozens of victims with his coquettish behavior. Given the way in which you were welcomed into the Armed Detective Agency, it pains you to see him tease and toy with others. When you first joined, he actually made you feel special for once... but little did you know that he played with pretty much everyone’s hearts. Upon finding out, you were crushed.

It is no simple task, however, to go about ignoring a man like Dazai. You note the tilt to his head, the sway of his trench coat. The manner in which his hands reside in his pockets, the way that his legs sweep the ground with swagger. It confuses you to no end─you should be absolutely sick of the sight of this shameless womanizer. Instead, he’s instilled a sense of jealousy in you. The sneaky bastard. The fact of the matter is you’re bitter over a guy who was never even yours.

Despite yourself, you crack a smile. After all, Dazai gives you something to look forward to at work. You can pretend that, even for just a few moments, that someone so flighty could be into you of all people. There’s an endearing quality to your daily interactions, even if you truly are the rule rather than the exception. He loves to make you laugh─is that really so bad? You suppose for a second that you’d feel even worse if he treated you differently, distantly. It might make you feel excluded or even... undesirable.

Still, a part of you wants to get back at him─some way, somehow. As the band of detectives starts to drift apart, a cheeky idea suddenly crosses your mind. You wait for the majority of the group to advance before springing your plan into action: just the tiniest act of retaliation against a heartbreaker unaware.

It’s a simple but theoretically effective trick: you’ll creep up on one of his sides, hold your breath, and tap his other shoulder. Yet, as you reach out to his left he turns clockwise, already aware of your exact location. You don’t get the chance to so much as graze him.

“I was wondering what you were doing back there, keeping all to yourself,” he says, a knowing smile spanning his face. You draw back into yourself, surprised. You were sure you were being quiet enough.

“How did you..?” your mouth hangs wide open. He chuckles, clearly amused.

“I may not look the part, but I’m quite keen. I’ve been a detective for some time now,” he replies, all gleaming eyes and teeth. “Besides, it’s you after all.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Your lips press together in a fake pout, much to his obvious delight. 

“What can I say? I pay attention,” he says, tossing his hands out of his jacket and into the air. “I know you.” 

At first you laugh it off, assuming the worst. He’s kidding. He never means any of it. But then he pauses to say in a low, sober voice: “No, seriously. [Y/N], I see you.” 

It’s not much, but it may be the most direct Dazai has ever been with you. Cheeks heating up, you turn away, a sheepish grin plastered to your face. You hear him shuffle in his clothes; could it be? Is he actually nervous, too? The truth escapes you before you can bottle it up again: 

“Is that so? I always I assumed that you didn’t.”