#the first date fic is circling my head rn

[luniarix]

*⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

sypnosis: basically in which toji and you are having sex for the first time after a 3 year long distance relationship <3

NOTE: WHY DID I TAKE HALF A YEAR TO FINISH THIS BRU. feeling like cory rn LMAAOOO— no but frfr school has been in the way and some personal problems have made it hard to write but im getting back on track i promise. i tried to make this longer than i originally wanted! more fics are otw i defff have plenty of ideas while i've been gone.

CW: fem!reader, virgin!reader, chubby reader!!, possessive!toji, domestic!toji, shy!y/n, whipped!toji, whipped!reader, age gap, established relationship, mentions of sexting, dry humping, unprotected!sex(wrap it before u tap it), mating press, marking, scratching, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, handjob if u squint, fingering, cunnilingus, after care, toji bein an absolute sweetheart cause i’m a sucker for affection, vv domestic moments bc im a romantic at heart, pet names such as; baby, sweetheart, mama(s), etc

majority of people say that long distance relationships were bound to fall apart one day.

not yours and toji’s tho!! of course not, even with all the stigma surrounding online relationships and with the added on fact that it’s “taboo” for toji to be years older than you, didn’t mean you two wouldn’t work out. duhh, you guys are safe from all that.

and so here you were, sat nervously on his couch in his house waiting for him to finish coming back from the convenience store. you guys had decided on your first ever actual date to be a more domestic one— so a movie night with snacks was the go to move. the click of the front door opening has you springing up and walking over to toji who has multiple bags with all kinds of treats.

“give me some. let me help you, kay?”

you mutter, taking a few bags from him before he could protest and setting them down onto the kitchen table. you go into the cabinets to pull out a few big bowls, and start pouring the food into them. all while you were doing this, toji unexpectedly comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“have i told you how pretty you look baby?”

he presses a few kisses to your neck as he rubs circles on your soft hips, and you turn away from him to hide the way you’re becoming flustered.

“you’ve only been saying it since you’ve picked me up at the airport.”

toji spins you around to face him, and you begin biting your lip at the way he’s eyeing you down. good lord he was so sexy. but looking at him for too long would put you into cardiac arrest with how his green eyes pierced through your own. damn, since when did it get so hot in here?

“i’ll keep on saying it sweetheart, cause i like the way you squirm underneath my gaze.”

you swallow and give a shy giggle in return. you were so glad that toji was your first ever real long term relationship, because him being your first everything? the idea always had you squealing like a middle school girl. but your train of thought had dissipated when toji begun to gently squeeze your ass.

“toji… i- i needa set the bowls down onto the living room table.”

oh wow, now you’re stuttering? you felt a bit embarrassed considering how assertive you were between your texts and calls. yet here you were, getting shy at every gesture he made. obviously during your relationship you two had always been lovey dovey, but you never actually believed that toji himself was clingy. you aren’t complaining tho!! you adored that he was like this with you.

“that can wait, just let me kiss for a bit.”

and who were you to say no to his request? with the way he was holding onto your waist as he pulled you into a sweet kiss was when you knew this was worth waiting for. the soft sounds of your lips parting and connecting once more had your head spinning— your knees becoming weaker from every caress he gave.

“you taste so good mama.”

the signature nickname he gave you since the start of your relationship slips out, and you moan in satisfaction. you grip onto his black wife beater shirt, then smooth your hands up to grab onto his shoulders, jabbing your nails into his skin from how jittery you were getting. he softly bit your bottom lip, and that made you part your lips enough for him to slip his tongue in.

your vision grows hazy and your eyes close shut before pulling away in a gasping manner. toji gazes at you in desire as you begin to act like that didn’t phase you— when in fact you were trying your best not to start jumping around and doing jumping jacks. good god, you really did win the lottery with him. you push your hair back from your face and grab the bowls before walking right past him and setting them down on the living room table.

toji follows right behind you, pulling you back into him as he sits down on the couch. you squeal as you fall right into his lap, chest right against his. you flutter your lashes at him as he licks his lips and leisurely glides his hand down from your neck all the way down to your ass once again. it made your body twitch in delight, and you grind against his crotch in response to his tease.

“oh? ‘you finally gonna stop bein’ shy with me mama?”

toji rubs his hand up towards your waist and pinches your hip dip. you have your own hands massaging his shoulders as you begin to mutter in embarrassment,

“you keep trying to provoke me, asshole.”

toji gives you a sly grin before you impulsively decide to pull him in by the straps of his wife beater shirt, kissing him once again. you gasp desperately and he soon had his tongue dancing with yours. you nibble on his bottom lip and pull back just a little to tease him, which has his eyes widening in shock. your confidence boosts at that reaction and you begin to go down to his jaw, peppering soft kisses towards his neck and that’s when you begin to suck.

you give wet kisses to his adams apple and switch from sucking on his skin to kissing over the markings that began to fold. you do the same all over his neck and you then trail down to his collar bones. you moan in surprise when you could start to feel toji’s boner pressing against you through his sweats. wearing biker shorts wasn’t helping either because you could clearly feel the imprint.

you whine and grind against him, trying to create more friction as your arousal begins to stain your panties and possibly through your shorts. toji groans and grips onto your hips, both of you moving in a messy rhythm. your thighs began to tremble as your clit became more and more sensitive with each reaching second. soon enough you’d orgasm, all while being clothed.

this idea makes toji stop grinding against you, gripping onto your hips to stop you. you’re dazed out expression contorts into a frustrated one as you pout. why wasn’t he letting you orgasm? you knew toji was the type of man to put your pleasure over his own and yet he was stopping you from reaching your high.

toji only chuckles and brushes a thumb over your soft lips, nudging his finger in a bit to coat a bit of saliva on it. meanwhile, he’s rubbing your hips and thighs.

“i know you’re frustrated baby, but it’s our first time together, and you deserve to orgasm in a much better way than just dry humping.”

your lashes flutter against your skin as you melt against his touch. gosh, he was always thinking about you first and you loved it so much. you were so entranced that you could only nod in response, a dreamy expression on your face. after all, this was the first out of many that you guys could get intimate with each other face to face. toji smiles lazily, admiring how beautiful his baby looked. he’s then quick to take off your shirt and helps you slip off your shorts, only leaving you in your undergarments.

he squeezes at your pudge, loving how soft you were— grinning at how you twitched and tried to hold in your giggles. he loved every part of your body, and he was going to make sure to cherish all of you. you deserved to be loved right. toji leans forward to rest his head against your tits, reaching his hands behind your back to smoothly unhook your bra. you gasp in surprise as the straps begin to slip off your shoulders.

he pulls back to have your bra fall off, pretty tits now being exposed to him. toji sucks in a sharp breath as he internally groans at how big your tits were, bringing his hands up to cup them. you softly moan and your already perked nipples hardened even more. he fans his breath against one, and gently pulls on the other. your soft sighs is what brings him to hurriedly put his lips around your nipple, licking and kissing the bud.

you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders. you felt like a mess, because you couldn’t think straight and the only thing your mind could focus on was the way toji’s boner was right against you and neither of you were fully naked yet. you just wanted him to fuck you so good— to make up for all the years you two missed out on each other’s bodies.

toji kisses the nipple he was teasing his fingers with, and then begins to suck on it as he then swirls his tongue around your areola. you bite your lip and shutter in satisfaction, as you feel him begin to toy with your other nipple. toji makes sure to leave marks all over your chest before actually gently laying you on the couch, and taking his own shirt off. you’ve seen it all the time through pictures and videos when he would be sending you gym videos, or when you would facetime when he would be at the gym or when it was late at night, but it still came as a surprise to you on how well sculpted he was.

“ya like what ya see baby?”

he’s grinning at you, and you realize that you’ve been staring at him for too long. you roll your eyes and smile back at him. there wasn’t any point in denying at how in awe you were with how sexy your man was.

“i do. you look so handsome.”

toji’s eyes become hooded, pools of emerald green darkening at your compliment. he licks his lips before pulling at your panties, ripping them in the process of quickly having them be thrown somewhere on the floor. wow, he must’ve really liked that comment.

you prop your elbows up against the couch and watch with wide-blown eyes as he pulls down his sweats and boxers, also discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor. his cock was— big and oh so girthy. you were definitely turning into puddy by the next morning.

you gasp when he pushes your legs apart and he’s sloppily pumping himself as his gaze latches onto yours, and blood rushes to your face from how self-aware you were. he was jacking himself off to you right in front of you. and dirty enough, you liked it. you liked having him look so desperate right above you, as he gets himself prepared to fuck you.

god, was that whole length seriously going to go inside you? toji would always speak about how big he was in a cocky tone and when you saw it on camera for the first time, you knew not to doubt him. but seeing it in actuality made it sink in on just how big he really was.

your breaths get heavier the more his pre dripped onto your lower abdomen, and as he was beginning to groan more. you were quick to put a hand around the top of his length, teasing his tip. toji’s body jolts for a second before he’s quick to relax once again and his pace becomes faster.

you draw circles around his tip, making sure to gently squeeze him every few seconds. you could tell how bad toji wanted to cum with the way he started to buck his hips and the lewd squelching noises got sloppier.

“fuck, i can’t take this any longer.”

toji abruptly pulls away from you, backing up to then grab your thigh and slide his hands up to your knees, lifting your legs off the couch to have you be folded against him, legs now hooked over his shoulders. your eyes widen when his nose is pressing against your pubic area, and he’s looking up at you with devilish eyes.

“been waiting to do this for a while..”

he murmurs, licking his lips feverishly. he’s quick to press his mouth right against your cunt, giving leisure licks to your clit. you cry out in surprise, thighs quickly beginning to tremble. you try to silence your moans by biting your lip and having a hand cover your mouth. but toji looks up at you and furrows his brows.

he pulls you closer and pushes your hips upward, your ass slightly lifting off the couch cushion as he gropes your asscheeks. he’s eating you faster, tongue swirling against your clit and then feverishly leaving sloppy kisses— and repeat. your eyes roll back as your body jolts in utter pleasure.

you try to push his head back from how flustered you were— but instead, your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as you pull on it, tears prickling at the brims of your eyelids. you mewl pathetically, trying to move your hips in a rhythmic pace against his tongue. you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form.

“oh god! toji! m’gonna— gonna cum!”

you shriek, thighs closing around his head as your body shakes in such a way that has toji holding onto your hips to steady you a bit. you try to hide your moans with your hands again but he’s quick to grab your wrist with his free hand and pin it down to the bed.

when he feels like you’re wet enough, he slowly inserts one thick finger into your twitching hole. your pupils dilate and your mouth turns into an “o” as you desperately gasp for air. his relentless pace becomes too much to bare when he’s inserting another finger, and you squeal with pleasure. your own fingers couldn’t compare to how good his own were stretching you, working you to a release.

his mouth goes back down again, gently sucking on your clit, as his fingers roughly fucked you. your eyes are practically crossing and toji could almost see stars swirling in your pupils as you succumbed to the immense feeling that was beginning to build up. you were whispering his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer and it made him want to reach down to his cock and pump himself to your moans.

“oh! oh, tojiii! please! please let me—”

a sly grin forms on his swollen lips, and he curls his fingers at that spot that has you almost screaming, back arching off the couch as you grip onto his hair for dear life, pulling on it as your body quivers in delight. he was so good at this you feared that you’d end up closing your thighs around his head without thinking and suffocate him on accident.

and when he gently takes your clit in between his lips and sucks all while hitting that sweet spot inside, you come undone. toji could barely hear the "m'cumming!" you squealed out before you're creaming against his face, juices flowing down to his chin as he laps up your overstimulated cunt, moaning in satisfaction at how addicting your taste was.

"god you taste so fuckin' good, sweetheart."

you whine in response, hardly registering what he said over the loud drumming of your heartbeat, a dazed expression painting your face which made toji chuckle. but he didn't want you to get tired just yet. and so, he's quick to swipe his tongue over his lips, fingers taking the dripping cum on his chin into his mouth all while looking directly into your eyes. he's then towering over you once more, green eyes shining once more through the illuminated moonlight peaking through the curtains of his home, streaks of dark raven hair being outlined by said light.

"I love you, to'."

the words slip out so easily, so naturally, that it almost surprised you. but it didn't, not as much as the faint sharp inhale you heard from the man above you. it wasn't that you guys hadn't really used the words between you two, but more so it felt more real, more raw, now that you could actually say it to each other face to face. not that it hadn't already meant a lot during the time that you were long-distance but cmon, who couldn't say that this was so much better?

he lines himself up against your folds, bending down to kiss you on the lips. he didn't say anything. but he didn't need to, not with the way he brought his free hand up to intertwine with yours, giving an affectionate squeeze. and certainly not with the way he had begun peppering kisses all over your face, from your forehead down to your chin. rather than saying it back, he's showing you. showing you that this? this was going to be you two from now on.

"you ready, baby?"

after seeing his dick for the first time? since forever.

but you only smile against his lips, nodding in response. he nuzzles your noses together, tip slowly pushing into you. you moan, back slightly arching off the couch once again. toji then gently puts your legs over his shoulders anew as he finally wedges the tip inside, stopping every now and then so you can begin to stretch out and accommodate his girth and length without much struggle.

"oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight."

toji moans as he bucks against you slightly, pushing another inch further in. you throw your head back against the soft cushions behind your head and gasp. he was so big, you already felt so full. he inches in slowly, and you could feel yourself loosening up more and more. your thighs are visibly trembling, and you could feel every trace of his vein that trails down his entire length. at one point, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach. toji finally goes in to the hilt, and your mind went blank.

it felt like forever for him to fully stuff himself into your pussy but when he had, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your body was tingling all over, tears forming at the brims of your eyelids as a reaction of pleasure. your bodies were finally connected and you were thrilled, so much so that you began squeezing around him—tighter.

"shit baby, you're sucking me in."

toji whispers huskily, thick black bangs of hair stuck onto his forehead from sweat as his beefy arms are caging your head. you moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and fingernails pressing on his back, scratching him. he grunts, lifting up to position himself to squat on top of you. oh my god, toji had put you in mating press.

his hips move back and slam back into you and you force down a scream when you feel him go so deep. your tits circle as you shake in desperation, and your cunt spasms at the feeling of the way his cock twitches. toji laughs, voice so deep and raspy that it made you wetter than you already were. he was amused at your reaction.

but you were getting impatient. finally getting used to his size meant that he didn’t have to hold back, and you didn’t want him to. you wanted him to have you not feeling your legs by tomorrow morning, and screaming until the entire neighborhood knew his name.

“please to’… want you to fuck me hard.”

being so close to him meant that you could not only see his reactions, but feel them too. so when he shudders from your words, it has you whining. his hips slowly begin to move, and your hands squeeze his shoulders in utter delight as you repeatedly gasp with each soft thrust.

and when he grabs your disheveled hair to tilt your head back, aligns his lip right against your ear? it has you quivering around his cock as he whispers to you,

"y’want me to fuck ya until you’re cumming all over my cock hm? want me to fuck ya ‘till you’re seeing nothin but stars?”

your toes curl as you tighten around him, the delicious feeling has him sighing in ecstasy. you then nod frantically, raking your nails against his biceps. you couldn’t even give him any other response besides a pitiful whimper. toji chuckles darkly, before fixing his positioning on top of you.

he pulls out just enough so only the tip and an inch or so are wedged in, and then snaps his hips back into you with full force as you jolt while screaming out his name. and then he starts fucking into you, almost at a feral pace. you grip onto his shoulders like your life depended on it, jaw slacked and the most erotic moans spewing out of your glossed lips.

“oh- oh my god! toji! please! ffucckk!”

you never knew you could moan so loudly, and god was it embarrassing. not in the shameful way, but more so… the fact that you couldn’t ever imagine yourself moaning like this until toji made it possible. your thought process is shortly cut off when toji begins to groan— and, was that a whine that you just heard?

you feel his hand trail down to your twitching clit, and your lips form an “o” shape as he begins to ever so softly pinch it. you wail as you frantically claw at his back, bright red scratch marks appearing that were sure to last for a while. toji grunts, he wouldn’t admit it just yet but the pain from your nails mixed with the sheer pleasure your pussy was bringing him was making his balls swell much faster than he expected.

and the way your tight gummy walls were sucking his fat cock in— it was like you were begging to be filled up with his thick cum. but maybe that was just him speaking for himself. the idea of cumming in you was enticing; one that consumes his sexual desires. but not just yet. toji looks down to see a white ring begin to form at the base of his dick, and he licks his lips as he glances back up at you.

you looked so pretty, fucked out on his cock like this. your tits were jiggling in rhythm with his animalistic thrusts, and your nipples were rubbing against his chest. and he was even more enamored with the sound his balls slapping against your ass were making. fuck, he was bound to cum soon. but you looked like you were on the brink of shattering more so than he was.

that specific feeling of your stomach clenching and your body tensing up has you knowing that you were going to reach your release any minute. and so when toji begins to messily rub his fingers against your clit to overstimulate you all while he’s rutting into you with one goal in mind— you break.

your thighs are quaking against his body, as your cunt gushes out milky white cum, coating toji’s cock and his inner thighs. you whine when toji pulls out and releases on your stomach and tits, feeling empty without him inside anymore. with your eyes rolled back, lights swirling behind your eyelids as you were trying to form coherent thoughts, with you trying to control your ragged breathing; you almost didn’t register toji’s “you okay mamas?”.

you look at him through half-lidded eyes, and exhale out a velvet “mhm”, a lazy smile spreading across your lips to reassure him even more. he laughs softly and then slowly pulls back from you to have your legs lay on his sides, as he begins to slowly and gently massage from your thighs down to your ankles. you moan with relief as you hadn’t even taken notice to the slight pain within some parts of your legs that toji was rubbing on.

“you did so well baby.”

he mumbles, bringing one leg up to kiss from your calf to your ankle, then the other. you practically melt from his touches— he was so good at making you feel loved in all kinds of ways and it made you go crazy.

“thank you for this amazing first time experience, to’.”

you reach for his free hand, pulling him down so you can give him sweet kisses on his lips and cheeks. he kisses you back, squeezing your hand affectionately. you both pull away and you slowly sit up, leaning against him for support.

“only the best for you, sweetheart. i’ll be right back with a wash cloth for ya, ‘kay?”

you nod and watch as he gets up and goes back into the bathroom across the room to get a wash cloth, and he comes back in a few seconds. you sigh at the feeling of the warmth of the water on the cloth, and toji cleans the sticky mess he left before going down to in between your thighs to clean, then the couch. he jogs back into the bathroom to leave the cloth and wash his hands, and maybe his dick, and comes back to you once more.

he sits next to you and brings an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. he then tosses a blanket that was laying on the side over you two— and you realized how bad you’ve always wanted this. gosh, you couldn’t wait for more moments like this.

and then you look in front of you, and you remember what you two were actually meant to be doing.

“baby, what about the movie we were supposed to be watching?”

toji’s eyes widen, almost like that never crossed his mind, and you can’t help but giggle at how fast he grabs the remote to put on Netflix and swipe through movies you two could watch.

“we still can mama, jus’ don’t fall asleep on me.”

“you’ve already tired me out, so no promises.”

you grin at the way he playfully rolls his eyes and gives you a cheeky laugh. so when he pulls you in to peck your forehead, and for just the sake of being closer?

you know that this is where you were meant to be.

P.S: wow!! this was so much fun from start to finish. writers block is a real pain in the ass but more is to come, at a less-half year disappearance-rate LMAO. def going to write more abt this trope, i loved it sm.

feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk！and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

[redr0sewrites]

I’ve been lurking around recently and I have been loving the Dick Grayson fics. I have an unhealthy obsession at this point. Could I request a period comfort fic by any chance? Thank you thank you! Love your work and I can’t wait to read whatever else you put out

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🥀 A/n: aaaa ofc!!! im on my period rn so this is v fitting hehe- im considering doing fully fleshed out period hcs for each of the batboys, but this is written in fic format so there may be some hcs in the future!!

🥀 Cw: afab!reader, fluff, mentions of cramps, blood, headaches, etc

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x afab!reader

waiting for Dick to return from patrol was never fun, but tonight was more excruciating than usual. your currently curled up in fetal position on your bed, burying your face in your boyfriends pillow and praying for him to arrive home soon. your head is throbbing and your eyelids burned from exhaustion, but you needed to be awake when he returned home.

your only comfort was his scent that still clings to his side of the bed, but it wasn't enough. the pain in your abdomen was driving you insane, and combined with your exhaustion, it was safe to say you were more than a bit irritable. you just wanted Dick to be home and by your side once again.

the first few days of your period were always the worst, between your hormones running rampant, your constant aches and pains, and your overall neediness, you always felt bad for dumping it all on Dick. he endlessly reassured you that he could handle whatever you gave him, and that he loved you regardless, but you knew how busy he was. his roll as Nightwing was important, and you would never want to disrupt that for him.

you still remember the first time you were on your period when you both were officially dating. you had been sleeping over at his house, when your period caught you by surprise and you bled through your pajamas and ever so slightly stained the sheets.

you had apologized profusely and had been so utterly embarrassed, yet Dick had simply assured you that he could handle it. and handle it he did. not only did he change and wash the sheets, he pulled out a box of pads he kept under his sink for emergencies and even went out to buy you chocolate. if you hadn't been hooked on him before, you sure were then. he was always so considerate, and the sweet memories only make you miss him more.

a few more minutes ticked by, and it felt like centuries had passed when you heard the familiar click of your bedroom window being pried open.

Dick was quiet at first as to not wake you, quickly changing into more comfortable clothes and joining you in bed. at the sight of you wide awake and all curled up, his gaze softens. the mattress dips as he joins you in bed, and you quickly wrap around him in a needy hug.

"hey, baby, you feeling okay?" Dick coo's, checking your forehead for a fever. you shake your head before pulling him impossibly close, nuzzling your head into his chest.

"no.. jus' cramps.." you whisper, finally letting your eyelids fall shut. Dick rubs soothing circles onto your back and rests his chin atop your head.

"you should have just gone to sleep baby, you knew i was gonna be out late..." he murmurs, and you slide upwards so that you can see face to face. his hands find purchase on your hips, and he slowly massages your stomach and eases the tension of your cramps.

"but i missed you," you pout, "and you always make me feel better anyways.." Dick chuckles, and your breaths cross as he leans in to kiss you. he's gentle and slow, lashes fluttering against your skin and noses brushing together as he slowly pulls you closer.

"can't argue with that logic," he murmurs between kisses, and you chuckle. Dick reaches over to turn of your nightlight, plunging you both into soothing darkness. without the fluorescent lights keeping you awake, your headache lessens and you find your eyelids slowly drifting shut as Dick begins to lull you to sleep. exhaustion begins to wear you down, and your lover gives you one last kiss before you nuzzle against his collarbone.

"jus' go to bed sweetheart, i'll be here in the morning, okay?" Dick whispers into the darkness.

"mhm.." you sigh, finally letting yourself relax, safe and content in your lovers arms. it doesn't take long before sleep claims you, but just before you slip into dreamland, you swear you hear the softly uttered words,

"i love you".

this is a bit short but still sweet!!!! i love him sm he's literally SUCH an angel he would take care of me on my period and i stand by that‼️ would any of u guys like to see like full on hcs for him, jason and bruce of like how they would respond to their partner being on their period....? 😇

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Could you do headcanons for dating Shayne Topp from Smosh? I’m kind of obsessed with him rn lol

shayne topp x reader headcanons

｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist • shayne x reader fic ｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: ok, sorry this took so long and i hope you enjoy!! im kinda obsessed with him too ngl but shh 🤫 🤭🍒💌

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dating shayne would include…

ok so like when you were a new member at smosh he was the first to show you the ropes as the sailors say

you became friends with all of the cast really quickly 

and maybe developed a bit of a crush on shayne 

you and courtney hung out often and talked about it 

shayne immediately started liking you and constantly tried to impress you 

he was honestly so scared to ask you out 

but eventually he made the first move

everyone says that they all saw it way before you guys did 

like they placed bets on when you’d get together ian won

the man is a perfect boyfriend 

ever the gentleman

any time you even mention it being a little chilly he’ll give you his jacket 

which definitely smells like his cologne tell me I’m wrong

or put his arms around you 

he takes you out for picnics 

and long walks where you just talk 

you and shayne read together too and it’s so cute

like imagine resting your head on this man’s chest just reading into the night 

you and him and damien hang out all the time obviously 

so many game nights 

he definitely got you a card once that said “you’re my favorite pizza place”

he takes you on so many fun little adventures

posts about you constantly

he always tries to cheer you up whenever you’re upset by making you laugh 

and it works 

always rubbing circles on your back 

and EYE CONTACT 

like you’ll look over and he’s just admiring you 

he thinks (and tells you) that you’re such a creative, talented person 

he definitely played music on the jukebox at a restaurant one time and insisted you dance with him 

much to your embarrassment 

but you loved it

he actually loves it when you run your fingers through his hair 

you make each other laugh constantly 

definitely calls you babe 

he said i love you for the first time on camera because it just slipped out

he then assured you afterwards that he really meant it

“i think I’m falling in love with you y/n”

your first time reading the bible (if you got that reference i love you) he was so sweet and gentle 

he always says he’s so lucky he found you 

��No seriously, you saved me from dating. I don’t know what I’d do without you” 

he loves playing with your jewelry 

you two always win at couples games 

loves getting you gifts that are really specific and thoughtful 

he definitely lost a bet once and, dressed up however you wanted, went out in public and smiled the entire time  

he gets kinda flustered performing in front of you and everyone thinks it’s so cute 

like you’ll watch his old acting jobs together and he’s nervous about what you’ll think

but amidst your teasing you assure him he’s so so talented

you guys will fall asleep together on the couch and it’s so adorable that your friends almost don’t wake you up with an air horn and tease you for it

almost 

he just loves you so much and you’re so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed!! i really hope this is what you wanted (and please keep in mind that it’s after 2am as i’m finishing this lol) let me know if you want any other smosh headcanons <3🎀

[teagballs]

hello angel! I was wondering if you could write a Dennis Reynolds x fem!reader one shot where basically, reader is apart of the gang and has been for a while. Surprisingly, one time when Dennis was really angry, she calmed him down. Everyone was shocked the first, but slowly overtime got used to it. Dennis always ignored the warm feeling in his chest when she calmed him, but when he went on a date and got really mad and the girl tried to calm him down, he got even more angry than realised he liked reader??

sorry if it’s confusing 😭🫶

calmed | dennis reynolds x reader

read part 2 here!!

authors note: HEYOOO still alive. thank u sm for this prompt anon! tbh it was a bit of a challenge and i struggled 😭 i always struggle to write for dennis. i hope i did this idea justice cuz i love it. also this is my first iasip fic im publishing yayayay please send more requests for it im sooo deep into it rn. ive got a dee fic in the works rn.

cw: average dennis insanity ofc, swearing, mentions of D.E.N.N.I.S ing girls so yk, mentions of sex.

fic under the cut!

You can recall the first time you ever saw Dennis freak out.

"Idiots! Fucking idiots all of them!" Dennis ranted in his usual methodic tone. The gang wasn't phased, this sort of Dennis rant was something they'd become accustomed to. For you - the latest addition the gang - you had never witnessed one of Dennis' outbursts. It was probably that empathic nature or yours that made you want to act, to console him. And you did. Despite the gang's protests, once they noticed you about to leap into action. They knew it was better to just let Dennis ride out the anger and come down again. But you reached out and touched his arm. The gang collectively held their breath, expecting Dennis to bark out some obscenities in response, but it never came. The feeling of your hand on him made him turn to face you, to look at you.

"Dennis, it's okay, we'll fix this, I promise."

And he calmed. And took a deep breath.

"You know what? You're right. I can fix this." Dennis exhaled. Everyone was shocked,

"What the fuck just happened." Mac said blankly. In the whole time they had known him, Dennis had never been able to be pacified from one of these insane outbursts.

But then it became frequent, because Dennis's raging was frequent. Every time he would begin ranting and raving, you were able to calm him down. It was a voice of serene amidst the chaos. It went on for years like this, as you became part of the gang.

You were usually there hanging out with the gang when things would go wrong, and you'd be able to solve it and calm him down. But today, that wasn't the case. Today, Dennis was on a date.

Dennis was in the process of getting this woman to sleep with him, his stock procedure. But the date had been falling apart. It first started with his suit getting ruined. After dressing himself up in a nice blazer and shirt outfit, it was massacred by spaghetti after Mac spilt it on top of Dennis. Mac was haphazardly carrying it through their shared kitchen and failed to notice him.

"Christ Mac, what the hell are you doing!"

But that was okay. He could manage. He would just have to change. And although this did delay him, he could still D.E.N.N.I.S this girl. He could just say he was late because he was helping some old lady cross the street or looking after a stray kitten.

After successfully making it out of the door, he began to drive to the date. A cute restaurant not too far from his apartment, a picturesque rendezvous. But this was stalled even further by the lack of parking spaces available. Dennis groaned at threw his head back against the car headrest. After circling the block for what felt like the 100th time, Dennis decided to just park further away and book it to the restaurant. He settled for a tucked away corner of the city. Sure, it was far, but hey, at least it was a space.

Finally, after running to the entrance of the restaurant, he saw his date waiting, arms folded.

"Dennis! There you are! What took you so long?Are you.. okay? You look at a little out of sorts." Cadence spoke.

"Sorry. Sorry. Some old hags cat was- was trying to cross the road. I had to run from the other side of town." Dennis panted. He didn't expect the journey to have made him so debilitated. 'Not a perfect excuse, either. I might have messed up the wording..' he thought.

Dennis and his date, Cadence finally entered the restaurant. Dennis regained most of his breath and approached the host.

"Reynolds, table for two." He told the host.

The host scanned their notebook with a pen and searching eyes.

"Sorry, sir, I don't see anything for Reynolds here. Are you sure you booked for this restaurant?" The host replied. They lacked any kind of care for the situation, replying in a detached tone. Most likely years of working customer service had drained them.

"Am I sure I booked for- do you think I'm some kind of bumbling buffoon? Of course I fucking did!" Dennis snarled. Seemingly the frustrations from the evening were overflowing and spilling out.

"What do you take me for some kind of idiot!?" Dennis continued to bawl.

At this point, his date was getting embarrassed of his uncontrolled emotions. Cadence leaned in and touched his forearm. And maybe if it wasn't Dennis Reynolds she had performed this action on, it could have worked and soothed him.

"Dennis its okay, we can go eat somewhere else if you want?"

Immediately Dennis shook her grip off him.

"If I want? Why would I want to eat somewhere else when I made a fucking reservation here. What I want is to eat here!" He snapped, tapping his finger on the hosts notebook.

"Dennis, it's okay. We will do whatever you want." Cadence tried again.

"What I want? What I want is... well, what would you know about fixing shit! You're just..! Well, you're not.. not." Oh. And that's when it hit him.

What Dennis wanted now was not a reservation at this pseudo-rich restaurant. And he knew he certainly didn't want Cadence to try and comfort him. Her words didn't seem to hold any mindfulness or meaning... but yours did. She wasn't you. What he wanted was you. That's all he ever wanted. Everything else he had been doing for was a pathetic search to fill the void. The women he was trying to do, D.E.N.N.I.S, the dates he'd go on, the sex he would have, it all meant nothing.

All he wanted was you. A pure undivided love and something he had never felt before. Dennis had an unprofound realisation that he liked someone. Something most come to grips with in adolescents. But for him, that realisation was something he had never had. It made his heart ache and burn. He needed to act. He needed to call you and spill his heart out. Because no one was like you, and that's all he could think about as he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.

[missmonsters2]

hihihihihihi, i am neglecting work to read this <3

First few sentences are already devastating me bc i know tara baby is in pain and wary </3

It was only when the back of their heads was hit — quite forcefully — with a book, that they stopped laughing. The cheap mask fell to the ground with the hit, gaining a crack on its edge.

and then reader killed them. I totally understand and condone it <3

"Nothing," Tara interrupted quickly, getting up so she could land a gentle punch to Mindy's shoulder, "nothing to notice," she said again, pointedly.

i am feeling stressed knowing tara is hiding it from sam. Like i get it from both sides but i am s t r e s s e d

"I'm okay," it was instinct, but Tara didn't know if the words were true.

crying screaming puking cuz i know you're not tara baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She felt tears steadily collecting on the bottom lid of her eyes.

STOP THAT RN ESTHER. UNDO THAT.

Mindy glanced towards the living room, a soft smile on her lips when Anika's silhouette came into view, "people aren't meant to be islands."

now i'm actually crying and puking because mindy and anika deserved so much better. WHY

Her blue shirt had more red than blue in it, dried blood was all over the fabric, making you feel a mix between relief and nauseousness; her hair was messy, tangled, and damp in some places; her skin still coated with bits of dirt and blood too; her arm was held up by a makeshift bandage.

literally perfect description and tara slayedddd looking like this LOL

With her cheek pressed to your collarbone, she spoke; "you still owe me a date."

TENDER TENDER SO TENDER

I wanna hold tara so bad 😭✋ I love you for writing this because ughHHHhHHHh i love tara. This fic and your tara tiktok edits will literally be circling around my brain like a rotisserie chicken baking <3

you're all I want love to be

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Tara is still afraid to allow people close, to allow herself to trust again. Until she finds someone who makes it easier.

A/N: The idea for this was also given to me by my dear @iamnicodemus. Hope y'all like it. Tara, I love u. <3

Masterlist

Tara never meant for it to happen.

It was actually the one thing she wanted the least. Catching feelings for someone only opens up more opportunities for her to get hurt.

And yet it happened so easily, so subtly, that she only realized it when the damage was already done.

She found you on her first day at the university. When she was admittedly very lost; backpack hanging from one shoulder, fifteen minutes late for her class, and walking in the opposite direction of it. You were the only person she'd bumped into when going past Blackmore's cafeteria, and after a bit of an internal pep talk, Tara walked up to you.

And if kindness could be a person, it would be you. Instead of just taking her to class, you gave Tara a simple tour of the university, promising to be around if she ever needed anything else.

Tara started noticing you on every corner of the campus after that. She didn't take you up on your offer though, choosing instead to keep her distance. Still, you always had a smile reserved for her at times you'd catch her staring. That didn't change when the rumors about her and Sam started, if anything, you became more approachable than before.

But it was only after an unfortunate incident, that Tara actually started hanging out with you;

October had started four days ago, and with it, the Halloween season. Parties were already being scheduled every other weekend and sometimes on weekdays as well.

Tara was walking towards her class, her head in the clouds while she thought about what costume she would wear if she were to go to one of those parties.

She was usually one to be early for class now that she had her paths memorized, preferring the calmness of the minutes before everyone started rushing to arrive on time.

So she wasn't exactly expecting what happened next.

As Tara rounded a corner, she was surprised to come face to face with two other students; one of them adorning a black hoodie and a cheap Ghostface mask. The 'boo' that left his lips was as childish as it could be, but the abruptness of the encounter got Tara stumbling on her own feet as she took several steps back, eyes wide and her body momentarily entering fight or flight mode.

"What's wrong, Carpenter?" The guy in the mask said in a mocking tone, his friend joining in on the laughter, "thought I was your sister?"

Tara's voice was tangled up in her throat, she couldn't remember if she packed her inhaler this morning, or was it her taser that she forgot?

If unkind memories weren't flashing behind her eyes, Tara would have recognized the two idiots in front of her; the boys who came here to do anything but study, taking getting on people's nerves as a hobby.

It was only when the back of their heads was hit — quite forcefully — with a book, that they stopped laughing. The cheap mask fell to the ground with the hit, gaining a crack on its edge.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do?" You came from behind them, tucking the book back in your backpack, "fuck off before I tell the director what you've been doing out in the parking lot when you think no one's watching."

With a few complaints under their breath, they eventually walked away, allowing Tara to let out the breath she'd been holding.

"Morons," you huffed, tugging on the straps of your backpack before turning around to Tara, your gaze softening immediately, "you okay?"

Her dark eyes found yours. She simply nodded, feeling her lower lip quivering when she tried to speak. She noticed the way your hand twitched to reach out to her but you stopped yourself midway, instead tucking both hands in your pockets.

"I'm sorry about them," you told her with the usual gentleness you never lacked, "they should know better than to do that."

Tara shook her head softly, managing a smile when her heartbeat started to settle, "thank you for… stepping in."

You just shrugged, your smile coming as a copy of hers, and it got Tara wondering if it could hold the same sentiment too.

"Anytime," you told her then, and Tara hardly left your side after it.

It was easy to fall into the routine of having you near and pretending she was just a normal girl with a crush on her friend. Being with you was so easy that it made Tara forget about all the bad, forget about all the reasons why allowing people close became dangerous.

And today? Today should be a good day, it's a day Tara has been looking forward to, a day that took away her sleep for all the good reasons. And it's not like she never stopped to get coffee with you on the way to campus, but today felt different because you had asked her to, as a date.

And Tara had been counting the seconds for it; until Ghostface came back and nearly killed her and Sam at that grocery store, until Mindy said 'never trust the love interest', until her worst nightmares came back again and suddenly nothing was easy anymore.

"Alright guys, as much as I love discussing possible suspects with you," Chad pushed himself off the bench he'd been sitting on, "we've still got classes to go to, come on Ethan." The two boys gathered their things and walked away, Quinn soon following behind.

Tara slumped back in her seat, her hands coming up to cover her eyes. With her sight momentarily gone, it felt like everything else was louder, heavier; she could perfectly hear the rustling of leaves from the trees around, the cacophony of voices from all the other students hanging out outside, and feel the weight of Sam's gaze on her.

"I think someone's looking for you, lovergirl," Mindy said out of nowhere, kicking Tara's sneaker with her own. When Tara glanced up at her friend with a frown, all Mindy did was tilt her head towards the university, where you had just walked out from and were now making your way to them.

"Don't think I haven't noticed," Mindy teased with a sing-song voice and a grin plastered on her lips.

"Noticed what?" Sam sat up straighter, her gaze shifting from Tara to Mindy.

"Tara's girlfr-"

"Nothing," Tara interrupted quickly, getting up so she could land a gentle punch to Mindy's shoulder, "nothing to notice," she said again, pointedly.

"Alright, let's go, Sam," Mindy extended a hand for the older girl, "we'll meet back at the dorm later."

Sam still had a confused frown on her features but she took the hand offered to her anyway, while Mindy leaned closer to Tara so she could whisper; "always knew you had good taste," before both of them walked again.

Tara's cheeks went aflame as she let out a groan, predicting the onslaught of questions she'd get later today. She slowly turned around to meet you in the middle, her soul naturally filling with incessant butterflies.

Had she really been that unsubtle when regarding you?

"Hey," you greeted her a little breathlessly, letting go of your backpack and leaving it on the floor as you took a small extra step closer to Tara, your eyes frantically looking her over, "I was so worried when I saw what happened last night, are you-"

"I'm okay," it was instinct, but Tara didn't know if the words were true. There was something about you that always made her feel more than she wanted to, she suddenly felt like the last pieces of herself she'd been trying to hold together so hard over the last months started crumbling. Tara took hold of your hands, squeezing tightly. She didn't know who she was trying to comfort, you or herself.

You held her back, glancing down as your fingers intertwined with hers. Tara observed the way your lashes kissed the corner of your cheeks; you were all golden softness and spring warmth, presence rivaling the one of a welcoming sun on a cold day. Tara wanted to memorize that, keep it in her heart as if it was the first and last time she'd be seeing you.

It should be easy to forget and pretend, but it suddenly wasn't, because Mindy's words kept ringing inside Tara's head even if she didn't want them to be true. She felt tears steadily collecting on the bottom lid of her eyes.

"But," she closed her eyes at the unsteadiness of her own voice. More than anything, she wanted this, wanted you. But she was stuck. It felt like quicksand, pulling her further down the more she struggled to get out. "about today…"

It's like you knew her better than she knew herself sometimes, maybe for you, it still felt easy. "It's alright, Tara." Your thumb brushed over the scar on top of her hand, "we don't have to go, I understand."

Tara pursed her lips, blinking away her vulnerability. She let go of your hands only to loop her arm around yours and bring your bodies closer together, "walk me to class, though?"

—

"Come on, spill it, what's up between you two?" Mindy leaned back on the kitchen counter beside Tara, "I was joking earlier today, but now I actually think there's something there."

The carrot Tara was cutting ended up with a slice too big, she had to turn it around and cut it one more time in the middle, "I've told you, there's nothing going on," Tara told her friend with a sigh, making sure to cut smaller slices so she could keep her hands busy as long as possible; "she's my friend."

Mindy scoffed, she picked up a spoon from the sink and tasted whatever Chad was cooking up on the stove. A grimace came to her face at the lack of seasoning, "I've heard that before."

"It's not like that," Tara dropped the knife then, unsure what she was frustrated about or what she wanted to convince Mindy of, "how can I get… involved with someone after what happened?" Her voice grew quieter by the end.

Mindy softened at that, she turned to face Tara fully — everyone knew the younger Carpenter was still struggling with what she'd been through, even if she didn't want to admit it. "I know it's not easy, T. But you can't close yourself off for everyone, some people are still worth it," Mindy glanced towards the living room, a soft smile on her lips when Anika's silhouette came into view, "people aren't meant to be islands."

—

There are times when the pain is so big, that it almost doesn't feel like pain anymore. If it comes from a wound, that's usually the time when you'll pass out. If it comes from inside, you start to feel numb.

Sitting at the back of an ambulance as she watches cops walking out with another one of her friends in a dark body bag, Tara thinks she's close to that feeling. Mindy is sitting beside her, she's not moving. Tara doesn't know what to say in moments like these, they feel almost awkward. A morbid kind of awkward.

So when she gets up, cell phone in hand with your number already ringing, she blames it on that; on the pain squeezing her chest almost to the point of unbearable, on the helplessness she feels twirling in her gut.

Tara paced back and forth on the sidewalk, trying to draw out the noise of the sirens as she counted up the seconds until you picked up.

… Two, three, four.

Tara could hear her own heart rate quicken, she closed her eyes, thinking about how her inhaler was still all the way up in the apartment; where there's blood, and-

Please, pick up. Please, pick up.

"Hello?"

A long sigh of relief left Tara's lips as soon as she heard your voice through the phone. As if she hadn't cried enough, she could see tears clouding her sight.

"Tara? What happened, is everything okay?"

"No, it's not," Tara forced out, her voice tight with a sudden rawness. She turned her back to Mindy so the girl wouldn't see her crying, "there was another attack… Anika didn't make it."

"Oh god, I can't-" Tara could hear you choking on your own voice, "are you okay? Please tell me you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm-" Tears made a steady path down to Tara's chin, some getting caught under the phone pressed tightly to her cheek, "I'm alright."

"Tell me where you are, I can be there in like ten- five minutes."

"No!" Tara said with urgency, "don't come here, please, I don't want you anywhere near this," she gulped back a lump in her throat, "it's too dangerous."

"But what about you?"

"I'll be okay," Tara closed her eyes, wishing the words really were true, "I just-" she hesitated, a confession lingering on her tongue, "I just wanted to hear your voice, is all." She bit onto her lower lip until it drew blood.

"We- we can talk for as long as you need," it was like Tara could hear your smile, "I'm happy to hear your voice too."

—

Ambulance lights and police sirens were clouding your senses as you run up to the commotion. It was quite a sight; your oversized shirt, shorts, and sneakers with mismatched high socks. But you couldn't remember to care because your heart had been at your throat ever since Mindy called.

There were several reporters blocking your view but you squeezed your way through them until you reached the police tape. You've always hated this; the white and red colors of the vehicles that only showed up in tragedies, the panic and grief that lay heavy in the air, the clicks of the cameras from people who saw it as an opportunity — you hated it all, but right now the only one on your mind is Tara.

You ducked to go under the police tape, immediately attracting the attention of one of the cops, "Miss, you can't be here, please go back behind-"

"No, you don't understand," you gripped at the fabric of his jacket when he tried to keep you back, trying to push through, "I know them."

And the cop kept speaking, probably about things you weren't allowed to do and places you shouldn't be. You didn't hear any of it, because you found her. Her blue shirt had more red than blue in it, dried blood was all over the fabric, making you feel a mix between relief and nauseousness; her hair was messy, tangled, and damp in some places; her skin still coated with bits of dirt and blood too; her arm was held up by a makeshift bandage. But she was there, talking to a blonde woman on a stretcher; she was alive.

"Tara," you called quietly as your sight blurred over, and then a little louder, "Tara!"

She looked up, any words she'd been saying dying on her lips when she saw you. For a beat, it seemed as if she was assessing if you were real or not, before she was all but running towards you.

Not caring for consequences, you pushed the cop off of you and met her halfway — lucky for you he apparently noticed you really knew them.

"What are you doing here?" Tara's eyes were glinting under the red and blue lights, there were clear tracks on her cheeks where tears had run down.

"I was-" you tried, stumbling over your words as you took her in, all blood stains and bruises. You raised a hand to push back her fringe, the strands of hair were damp to the touch; from sweat or blood, you didn't want to know. "Mindy called, and scared the shit out of me. I came as fast as I could."

With her lower lip stuck between her teeth, Tara leaned into your touch. Her eyes closed tightly when your thumb traced the outline of her eyebrow.

"Are you okay? I mean of course you're not okay, what am I even-"

You were cut off when Tara threw herself at you. She pulled you close with her free hand, nails almost digging into your skin with the force of it as she buried her head on your shoulder.

Quiet sobs shook her body and you held her back the best you could whilst being mindful of her injuries. One of your hands cradled her head, fingers tangled in her dark hair as you breathed in everything that was her. "Shit, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

Tara only pushed herself into you more as you spoke. There was a beat, a moment of hesitance from someone who'd had the bitter taste of betrayal more than anyone should. Trust was a gamble, but when you had a place in her heart no one else could ever have, Tara knew you'd never break it. "I'm okay now," she spoke against you; and she believed it.

You only squeezed her tighter, pulling back just enough to land a kiss on her temple. And you allowed your lips to linger, to feel her skin against you and her heartbeat pressed to your own.

Tara melted in your hold, allowing you to support most of her weight. With her cheek pressed to your collarbone, she spoke; "you still owe me a date."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keep me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3

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[jawnjendes]

we’re free | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

oo another thing for @fourtristattoos spring fest! this is just pure fluff and soft shit. i dont write shit like this often. its short (1.4k) and (sickly) sweet and yeah. take it before i start to hate it lmao

masterlist | series playlist

Time really does fly when things improve in your life. I felt this when I had a continuous streak of high self esteem last year. I didn't realize how good it was, or the fact that it lasted for 3 months until the new year hit and I crashed. It was just another declining slope in my never ending depression battle. Meaning, I survived and I felt okay again after a while.

I caught myself in the middle of another high streak about… five months after I started dating Shawn. He was the one who made me realize it.

He summoned me to his apartment after midnight on an oddly chilly spring night. Luckily, I was awake in my dorm, frantically cramming for midterms. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to haul ass over there, because midterms, but Shawn was insisting that it was urgent. I shoved my books and notes into my backpack and somewhat reluctantly yeeted my ass over to his place.

“I swear, if I fail research methods again,” I said the second he let me into his place, “I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“I will take that responsibility,” he told me. “Thank you for coming.” He took my hand and led me to the living room.

His guitar was leaning against the couch, and there was a notebook and pen on the coffee table. This is what he’s been doing all night? Did this boy not have any midterm exams?

“Keeping busy?” I asked, dropping my backpack at the foot of the couch as I sat on the soft cushion.

“Very.” Shawn sat down next to me and grabbed his prized instrument. “I need your help writing a song.”

I blinked, trying not to seem annoyed or frustrated. I had four finals, and one of them was a repeat. “What kinda song?”

“A song about us.” He smiled.

Now I was confused. Shawn had written a song about he and I a couple of months back. He performed it for a grade with his singing class friend Julia, and it was a wonderful song, even though we had a minor argument after he showed it to me. It totally called me out on my bullshit, but it also proved to me how serious Shawn was about staying with me. It helped me get over my rational doubts and irrational fears.

“I thought we already had one,” I said.

“Yeah, that was from when you had your walls up,” Shawn explained. “Before you let me see all of you. I want this one to be different. It’s about where we are now.” He strummed a tune I hadn't heard before as he said all of that.

“So what do you need from me?”

“I need you to tell me how you feel about me.”

Over time, it’s gotten easier to express myself. I was getting used to allowing myself to acknowledge and feel my feelings. Turns out, feeling things helps you process things and eventually, let go of the bad things. Shawn had been very patient and far nicer than I deserved. He hasn’t left me hanging at all, nor has he made any sign of doing so. Plus, the fact that he was so open about his own thoughts and feelings helped too. It was almost odd having to admit that I was feeling safe and free with him.

But… while I was getting better, the habit was hard to break.

“I… talk of… emotions?” I mumbled.

“You’re cute when you have to say you love me.” Shawn affectionately stroked my cheek.

I talked about how much I love my boyfriend to anyone but my boyfriend. That’s not to say I don’t show him any affection at all. He liked to be held sometimes. I gave him the best anniversary gifts. I was planning to finally take him home with me to meet my family. I was the type to internalize my emotions, as if that’s a shock. Shawn was the type to randomly say “I love you,” tell me I was pretty, and show me off to his friends. He gave me random hugs whenever we’re together, and he liked having me as his big spoon. He was externally loving.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” I said in thought, “but you lay on my chest a lot.”

“Well, you’re small and cozy,” he replied with a laugh. He reached for his notebook and pen and made a note. “What else? Don’t be afraid to get deep. It’s just you and me.”

All the deep thoughts hit me at once. Thoughts I didn’t dare speak of because they were way too mushy or because I would cry. I still didn’t like to cry in front of Shawn, I just wasn’t that type. Even when we watched Deathly Hallows Part 2, I was practically made of stone. Whenever I had moments of being close to a meltdown, I always stood my ground. But talking out loud about how this guy has impacted me and my life? Oof.

“I lowkey thought, if we weren't going to be in a relationship,” I said sheepishly, “maybe we would have hooked up at one point.”

Shawn tilted his head. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, if I had decided to go home with you after our first date. Or, if I was still in that mental place of sleeping with guys who don't give a fuck about me.”

“Hey, if I give a fuck about you now, I would have given a fuck if we were only sleeping together. I think this was meant to be.”

Somehow, I believed him. I was going through a personal change just before he came into my life. I thought I wasn't ready for him when he came along, but he was just what I needed. He was one of the things that kept me afloat.

“You’re, uh, the kindest person I’ve ever been with,” I told him, shifting so I was sat cross legged. “I mean, every person I’ve been with before you started out kind…”

“But they were never how they appeared,” Shawn finished.

I nodded. “I thought that was all I had to expect from a relationship: one sidedness, passive aggression, doing certain things because you think you owe them.” I sighed. “And then you came along…”

Shawn stayed quiet as he scribbled on his book some more. Then, he looked at me again, a certain sparkle in his eyes.

My throat was starting to burn. I looked down at my hands. This was getting more intimate than I expected. I had barely said anything and I felt exposed.

“Okay, let me go now,” Shawn spoke up. “You see the world as it is, and you never bullshit about any of it. You refuse to change who you are for anyone. You’re incredibly honest, and it makes me feel… safe. I can talk to you about anything because I know you will tell me the truth. You're also…” He paused. “You're morbid, and dark and fixated on things like death and the afterlife… And it should be creepy, but when I look at you, everything seems better.”

Easy for you to say. You’ve never had to consciously hold back your feelings for someone.

“You… brought out a part of me that I thought was gone a long time ago,” I continued, my throat burning up. “I used to be like you, I used to be in love with love. My experience with failed relationships took that away from me. You…” I cleared my throat. “You don’t think I’m weird because I live and breath in the color black. For some reason, you like that I get too invested in video games and TV shows. You’re way too patient when my paranoia flares up or when I get sick to my stomach. You kind of made me believe again.” I sniffed.

“Honey…”

“Shush, I’m not done. I constantly feel like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.” I paused, internally cringing at how fucking true that statement was. “And I can’t find anything wrong with us, apart from the walls I had up when we met.” I coughed. “Is that enough material for you?”

Shawn chuckled. “It’s perfect.” He held out his hand. “You’re perfect.”

I took his hand, actual tears in my eyes. Holy fuck, I’m happy. I’m so happy. “I love you.”

“And I love that concept.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

“No.” Shawn leaned in and kissed me sweetly. “But I love you too.”

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

dunno if its okay to put a little vent here but my anxietys spiking so hard rn i gotta get this off my chest. if you dont feel up to answering this pls dont worry.

i feel so insecure lately. i fear eddie wouldnt fall in love with me in a romantic way because 99% of guys i ever liked never liked me back the same way. and i know it sounds stupid but i rly am scared eddie wouldnt love me that way either. it starts to effect my writing and reading fic too and i dunno what to do. im kind and id go as far as call myself pretty most days, and people always rely on me and tell me im funny so its not like a general insecurity just...eddie would be that guy for me. and im so scared that once again i just wouldnt be that girl for him because its been like that most of the time in the past and i dont wanna start associating this feeling of sadness and rejection with eddie :(

Hi nonnie!

You can vent here if you'd like to!🫂💞 I'm so sorry your anxiety is spiking; I hope something here helps you to feel even a little better. I do wanna answer; I've spent the last hour or so since you sent this in, reading it over and over and letting my thoughts marinate in the Word Sauce and I think I finally have it ready to go down to a simmer. This is for me and @munsons-maiden and anon and anyone else feeling this way!!!🫂💖

Eddie would fall in love with you in a romantic way. He would. You would tell him that you've never been anyone's first choice, no one has ever felt for you as you have for them, and after staring at you incredulously, trying to work out if you're being serious or not, he would tell you that he's that 1% that does like you back in the same way. He's the 1%, the black sheep of Hawkins, he's the one who is a self-proclaimed cynic but practically told Steve to go after Nancy just because he couldn't bear to see two people in love but not together. A man who has never experienced that kind of love for himself yet knows it when he sees it with other people and encourages it just because he can, no ulterior motives. Eddie is that 1%, he says it as confidently as he tells you he loves Black Sabbath, and he'd make slightly awkward jokes about how he's "the one for you" and then he catches himself because you're on the third date and whoa, Munson, slow down.

But luckily for Eddie, you know him, and you're saying things like, "that makes me your one, too" and, "we can be black sheep together, it's okay, Eddie," and squeezing his hand. It's not enough for Eddie and so he interlocks your fingers together and squeezes and you giggle and you squeeze back and it turns into a hand-squeezing contest until your fingers are numb and Eddie's are bright red and it matches the colour on the shell of his ears.

It's so surreal, loving Eddie and being loved by him. Well, no... loving Eddie isn't the strange thing. Loving Eddie is the easiest thing, it's the sweetest torture you've ever known, but being loved in return by the one you love? That's the strange thing. That's the part you just cannot for the life of you wrap your head around. You've always been the one to watch from afar, the one who loves quietly, knowing you could easily voice your feelings but not doing so because there's no point, you already know they don't like you the same way you like them. But with Eddie, you were both staring at each other from afar, you were both pining for the other person, you were both thinking you weren't good enough for the other person so what was the point of even trying to confess?

But that was the point, you would both come to realise. Because you were both so scared that the other person wouldn't love you, you were both so kind and so good, so soft in a world which tried to bring out the opposite in you. You always smiled at Eddie in the corridor, you always helped him to drag his throne over from the prop cupboard back into the main circle where Hellfire Club was held, you always listened to new albums with him and stayed up late to make mixtapes when Eddie was too busy to do so, and you genuinely enjoyed him and his company. Spending time with Eddie was as relaxing to you as time spent alone and that meant something. Eddie felt the very same way with you. He always helped you when you had had a long hard day and couldn't be bothered or didn't want to cook. He rubbed your back when you cried or fetched you a thick pillow for when you wanted to scream but didn't want him to hear even when he was sat right beside you. He helped you to find really specific songs you wanted based off one lyric or a badly hummed tune. You can word vomit at Eddie, making no sense even to yourself, but Eddie will listen and say a short sentence back which is, you realise as you repeat it back to yourself, the core of what you've been thinking or feeling, and you realise he understands.

Eddie listens and he gets it and you feel most yourself when you spend time with him; he makes you want to be a better person even though, in Eddie's eyes, he sees you and all your flaws, all your negative traits (in your words, not his), and knows you to be perfect for him. He makes you want to be a better version of yourself and just by being you, you bring out the best in Eddie too. He meets you as you are, he meets you in the middle of wherever you're prepared to join him on the path of love, and the two of you so, so shakily join hands, but then it's like falling asleep; all at once.

You and Eddie work and the both of you love each other hard.

You cannot tell me in all seriousness that Eddie wouldn't love you. You can't. You're kind and you're not shy about your feelings for Eddie. This man is so sensitive, though he masks it well when the time calls for it, and he's always jumping in to defend his lost sheep or adopt another one. No one really wants to be associated with him and the ones that do willingly are labelled as freaks and become social pariahs in the hellhole that is Hawkins High. But there you are, smiling at him so hard you make yourself cry, heart squeezing in your chest and, oh, Eddie's faux shot to the heart joke suddenly becomes something he experiences from the inside. And it scares him. But the thought of not having you in his life scares him more, so Eddie sits with it just as you sit with yours. And you both channel it into loving each other harder, essentially leading each other into a very intense, very passionate, very right relationship. One for the history books.

So, listen to me.

Eddie would love you just as much as you love him. If you're kind to him and to his friends and at least nice to others when you can't handle being kind (that's hard, you know, being kind is a choice and it costs effort and that's why it's so important). He's your Eddie, he's the guy who watches you from afar thinking he doesn't deserve you, and then one day your eyes meet from across the street and you see your facial expressions mirrored in the other person and you realise you've found your 1%. Your Eddie.

And you're his Y/N; the one who loves him so hard you can only cry. So, again, you're you and you're kind and you're gentle and you love him, so why wouldn't he love you?

Because I can't think of a reason and neither can Eddie.

[cdyssey]

Yes, I already locked in my vote. Yes, I’m going to rewatch the two finalists anyway. 💕 “Holiday Hookah” first, a Christmas episode in June!!

I want more of Zach is S3. He’s so fucking funny SKSJDNS.

God, I adore Janine being inclusive of all her students’ religions when it comes to cookie decorations. I’m reading Quinta’s memoir rn—(it’s so good!!)—and she mentions that she grew up Jehovah’s Witness. So, Janine making an undecorated cookie for her student who’s a JW feels like a nod to that child self.

Gregory letting the kids dress him up as a Christmas tree is so dear to me; he’s grown so much since S1 when he wasn’t sure of how to play with the kids and let loose.

Ava in that Santa suitttttttt. Ma’am, I am looking respectfully. 😵‍💫

“Thinking small’s what got you in a dead-end job in a poorly run school.” WOQOOWJDNS.

Mr. J’s gift to Melissa is so thoughtful ANDJSJDJ, and Barb’s double take is hilarious.

The famous Work Wives talking head. Oh, my God. It’s so gay of them to have a dinner alone to themselves every year at Christmas. <3333

“It’s our own little slice of Heaven.” The line that made it in, like, a gazillion WW fics around the world.

“Well, that sounds fun. Come on, Barb.” / “What in the world?” QKOWQOJEIWIEUD

A cool directing moment—one of the cameras shakily spies on Gregory and Janine’s conversation at the school party behind a bookshelf. Little shots like that make you remember that this is a documentary, and we’re all getting precious insights into these teachers’ lives. Some moments are even stolen by the camera people.

The way Barbara says “wine” and cocks her hip out a little is so WIWIDJSJSJ.

Janine panting is genuinely one of the funniest moments in the episode. KQKWDNS, Quinta is so good at physical comedy.

“Sorry. I don’t speak line.” AQoiqeieiieiwJjw. Ava Coleman, I love you.

Erica about Ava: “Mm, that’s an impressive circle twerk.” Hejiejwjdsjsj.

WW arguing across the table like a married couple. (I’m so delusional. <33)

Melissa is such an ass QKWKDJDJ.

Gregory slowly dancing over to Janine, lmaooooo.

“Is Barbara here? Oh, my God. I’m gonna throw up.” / “No. No, no, no, no. She’s not here. There’s too much sinning going on.” AKQKQOKWOEWONENDKDIDID, okay this is still the line of the episode

“My liquor coat will make it a toasty 42.” AOWKDJDNS.

“Oh, I don’t dance to songs I don’t like. I don’t want the DJ to get the wrong idea.” AIQOSKDJWJ.

Erika’s friendship with Janine is so dear to me!!!!!!!

“They chose frostbite over your withering takes.” SIDJDJWSN. But sincerely, man, I’ve always loved this conversation between Jacob and Mr. J. When Mr. J steps into the mentoring role for the junior teachers, it’s always to great effect, giving them new perspective from his life well-lived.

It’s also one of the first times we’ve gotten some vulnerable candor from Jacob, and I so appreciate and relate to his complicated relationship with Christmas. This is a really good episode for him.

“Okay, next year, we’ll go back to just you and me.” GAY GAY GAY!!!!!!!

“You sure you won’t miss being visited by the ghost of NPR’s past?” FIEIEIEDJS.

Melissa crossing herself and Barb going “that boy” when Jacob almost gets hit by the car. AIWOWKJD

“Not my work husband grinding on my work nemesis. Pour me something cheap so I can spit it out.” AOQOQOEJJDJWJS. She is the funniest fucking personnwiwowjsjsjaj.

Gregory and Janine dancing on each other is sooooooooooooooo 😳😵‍💫😳!!!!!!

“Why you can’t move like that during step practice?” Love little continuity lines like these that let us know the step team is still going.

Ugh, the way Gregory looks at Janine when he says, “Beautiful.”

This almost kiss was so tenderly and delicately done.

God, this Ava and Janine moment!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH, I see the Avanine vision.

“Well, he’s been dating me for five years, but I’ve only been dating him for two.” AKKWIEJWSJ. Her one liners are so fucking insane.

I love this episode with everything in me. It’s an incredible ensemble episode where everyone gets the chance to shine, it’s got some of my favorite WW moments to date in it, and it’s just replete with so many wonderful fandom memories for me. It got my vote for the final round because of those things! If “Teacher Conference” wins, I won’t be disappointed, but “Holiday Hookah” will always be number one in my heart.

ABBOTT BRACKET [FINAL ROUND]

Holiday Hookah (★8.2): Janine is convinced by a friend to go to a popular hookah club where she runs into unexpected colleagues; Jacob crashes Barbara and Melissa's traditional holiday dinner and in the process begins to learn the true meaning of Christmas. Teacher Conference (★8.7): Staff members head to the Pennsylvania Educational Conference; Gregory reluctantly attends after a disagreement with Amber; Jacob finds himself charmed by the Addington teachers. Abbott S1-2 Bracket

[kaaytea]

hi kay hello hello!! can i request a miyuki fic where he goes to an amusement part (or disneyland, whichever u can relate more to or whichever would be easier to write) with his girlfriend on a date and they do just simple cute stuff or something like that?!??!!

'Magic' Moment

Warnings: female reader, I don't think I used any pronouns so technically could be gn reader, I've never been to Tokyo Disney, not edited...I'm just going off of my general knowledge for this one

A/n: Fun fact, I am a Disney parks fiend (and I'm actually in the car to visit one rn 🤭) I'm sorry this took so long, dear. I hope it's what you're looking for <3

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One of the few perks of being with a pro baseball player is being gifted tickets to Tokyo Disney. Mind you, it doesn't happen often because of how tight Kazuya's team's schedule is, but every once in awhile, during particularly rough off-seasons, management would pay for the player's and their families admission to the park.

When he first signed onto his team, this wasn't something Kazuya would take advantage of, but when you came into the picture and insisted he enjoy a day off, he couldn't refuse. It's become sort of a tradition now; every time tickets are offered, Kazuya takes them.

Kazuya never really understood the appeal of the "Disney experience" (as you called it) but you loved being enveloped by it—gushing on and on about the twinkling music and exciting sights and tastes around the park. Seeing you so happy resulted in Kazuya feeding off of your joy; even if he didn't fully understand it, he found that it was an enjoyable experience with you by his side.

"Hurry, before the fireworks end!" You called over your shoulder. You were a few paces in front of Miyuki, paving a way to your destination by weaving in and out of the crowds.

"I'm right behind you," Miyuki assured. He snuck a glance at his watch as he side stepped to avoid ramming into a stroller. "We still have a few minutes until they start."

You slowed your pace to grab ahold of your partner's hand; getting separated in the hoards of people migrating to watch the fireworks would setback your plans. Kazuya linked his fingers with yours, giving a light squeeze in confirmation that he was with you.

"I know, but we have a small window of time where the carousel is 'child-free'," You stated. Your walking came to a halt at the corner of a street to let an elderly couple and their grandchild cross in front of you. You looked at Kazuya on your left. His face was lit with the warm light flooding out from the confectionary shop on the corner you stopped at, but what would have been an etheral view was soiled by the amused smirk spreading across his face.

"What's that look for?"

Miyuki breathed out a laugh and started leading the two of you forward, as you had continued to stare at him.

"You're always so worried about making it to the carousel—and stop pouting," he said, poking at your cheek with his free hand. "We always make it in time; you have this down to a science by now."

You grined at the praise of your planning. There wasn't much you were organized with, but when it came to carving out a special day like this, you were outstandingly efficient.

You were going to gloat about getting praised by Japan's most meticulous catchers, but the chiming of music fluttered through your ears and sapped whatever words that had been on your tongue. The music pulled your attention to your destination, a pavilion covered in glitzy lights and warm, inviting colors, circled by pure white steeds: the carousel.

Your heart internally squealed in exciment as you pulled Miyuki towards the attraction, he followed close behind you—half afraid that you'd rip his arm from it's socket if he refused—and shook his head at your childishness.

The music and glow wrapped around you like a warm hug when you entered the beginning of the queue for the ride. There wasn't a line at all, infact, there were only a few people on the ride, as most of the guests had rushed off towards the castle to watch the fireworks show.

Your planning had, once again, proven true.

The pair of you waited patiently at the entrance of the ride. Miyuki's thumb brushed against your knuckles intermittently as you stalked the spinning circle of horses like a cat.

Eventually the ride came to a stop and the few attendees started filing off from the direction of the cast members posted around the gated area. Once the previous occupants were safely off, one of the cast members walked over to where you were both waiting.

The carousel attendant, a young man just about college age, greeted the pair of you with a smile as he reached to unlatch the gate door, only to do a double take at your boyfriend. The young man's eyes lit up in realization of who was standing in front of him.

Kazuya just smiled and gave a practiced 'hello' to the obvious fan. The man stumbled out a response before turning to address you as well.

The attention Kazuya drew in public took some getting used to when you first started dating. People were generally polite, but the staring and hushed whispers would still eat away at you patience; there was no blending in when with Kazuya. He had been dead set on keeping your relationship private, which it still was fairly reserved, but it quickly became apparent that keeping it a secret entirely would have ended the relationship as quick as it started.

You gave the young man a small wave and cheery smile as he opened the gate for the two of you. You had only gotten a few steps in before he asked if you'd like him to run the ride twice for you and Kazuya. You immediately said yes and thanked him before hurrying off to find the horse you always chose. Miyuki followed you, not before expressing his thanks and slipping the kid a quick signature.

Miyuki found you sitting happily on a white, gold, and powder blue painted horse, swinging your feet happily as you waited for him to take his spot on the white, armor clad steed besides yours. Not long after the both of you settled down, the ride softly lurched forward and started it's revolution around it's set course. You grasped onto the gold pole securing your horse in place as it eased up and down, making it feel like the horse was even more alive.

You looked out in wonder at the park. The illuminated buildings and stores cut gently through the inky black surroundings; the lights pooled onto the pavement like puddles of milled gold and flickered off of the bundles of balloons still being sold on the sides of shops. You could still smell the toasty, sugary scent of the caramel apples being produced at the confectionary shop you passed every time the ride circled by its street.

You tore your eyes from the fantasy land before you and looked over to the man sitting beside you.

Miyuki continued watching you, his head resting gently against his hand holding onto the golden pole of his steed.

"Happy?"

"Always," you answered. You smoothed your fingers down the cool metal of the ride, "We just need one more thing before our night is perfect."

As if on cue, there was a loud pop! in the distance, followed by a sunburst of colorful light. The both of you looked off in the direction of the firework show before it was hidden by the center of the ride and reappeared when you turned the corner again.

"Perfectly timed, as always," Kazuya mused.

You hummed in wonder as you watched the prism of colors flitter in the sky above the elaborate castle in the distance. Silently, you reached out one of your hands and Kazuya's instantly met it halfway. His hands were warm, rough and dwarfed your own, but he still clasped your's securely as you continued to get lost in the atmosphere and each other's company.

[maximoffwitch]

The Wake Up Call She Needed

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

warnings: slight angst and arguing

summary: emily’s new unit chief position is taking a toll on your relationship

a/n: my first fic posted here! i’m still setting up the rest of my blog so stay tuned for some more stories (criminal minds & marvel rn)

“You ready?” you asked, entering your girlfriend’s office.

Emily looked up from the files she was reading with an apologetic look on her face. Before she could even say anything, you cut her off.

“Seriously, Em? Again?”

This hadn’t been the first time Emily had to cancel one of your date nights for work. Usually, you were understanding, considering you were a BAU agent yourself, but ever since your girlfriend became unit chief, you’ve been seeing less and less of her.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N),” Emily apologized earnestly, “but Barnes demanded these papers on her desk by midnight tonight.”

“What? Are we in high school?” you chuckled sardonically. “You know it’s been weeks, if not months, since we’ve had a night to ourselves.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” she repeated, moving to stand in front of you, but by now her apologies meant little to you, “but I can’t do anything about it.”

“You’ve really changed,” you lowered your voice, as you could feel the rest of the team’s eyes on you through the blinds.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You should’ve known that based on her tone that this wasn’t going to end well, but you were too upset and tired to care.

“What I mean is that,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair, “ever since you became unit chief, you’ve become this different person.”

“I thought you were okay with me taking this position,” Emily argued. “You even encouraged me.”

“Yeah, I did, because you deserve it,” you replied sincerely, frustration still evident in your voice. “But I didn’t think you’d turn into a person I barely recognize.”

Emily parted her lips at a loss for words.

“The Emily Prentiss I know would tell Linda Barnes that she can have those papers first thing Monday morning so that she can spend some needed and well deserved time with her girlfriend,” you ranted. “I understand your workload, Em, I really do, and I know how much the team needs you, but I need you too.”

Emily bit her lip and looked down at her feet, feeling the shame take over her body. Before she could respond, a knock on the door interrupted you two.

“Agent Prentiss,” Linda Barnes stepped through the door and into the office, “may I speak with you?”

Glancing at you briefly, she added, “privately.”

You went to stand up for yourself, wanting to tell her that you were in the middle of an important conversation, but Emily spoke for you, “Of course, ma’am. Agent (Y/L/N) was just leaving.”

“Right,” you scoffed under your breath, pursing your lips. “I’ll see you Monday, Unit Chief Prentiss.”

You emphasized her official title, one that you rarely used, to convey your annoyance. Emily was smart; she would figure out that you wouldn’t be coming home tonight, most likely spending the weekend at Penlope’s.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you missed Emily’s longing eyes following you out.

As you stormed through the bullpen, heading towards Garcia’s bat cave, Spencer called out, “Everything alright, (Y/N)?”

“Not now, Reid,” you shook your head, as you tried to hide the tears pooling in your eyes.

You arrived in the doorway of your best friend’s office, the tears fully streaming down your face, the frustration you’d been bottling up finally boiling over.

“Can I stay at your place for the weekend?”

Looking up from her screen, Penelope immediately softened at the sight of you crying. “Oh, sweet cheeks, of course. Come here.”

You collapsed in her arms, letting the sobs overtake your body.

“Shh,” she cooed and rubbed soothing circles on your back. “Come on, let’s get out of here and you can tell me what happened over a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream. Sound like a plan?”

“That sounds good,” you gave her a small smile. “Thanks, Pen.”

“Anytime, love bug,” she pinched your cheek, as she gathered her stuff, and the two of you made your way out of Quantico.

Meanwhile, after Linda Barnes exited her office, Emily collapsed into her chair, dropping her head into her hands.

Your argument replayed in her mind, and she was embarrassed to admit that you were right. Ever since she became unit chief, the two of you had spent less and less time together, at least time away from cases.

“Hey,” JJ entered hesitantly, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, lifting her head with a forced smile.

“Emily, I know when you’re lying,” JJ took a seat in one of the chairs across from the other woman. “I also know that you and (Y/N) just had an argument and that she stormed out of here. So if you wanna talk about it…”

Emily picked at her nails, trying to gather her thoughts.

“We got into a fight over me being Unit Chief,” she admitted. “I’ve been spending so much time at work that I’ve been neglecting my duties as a girlfriend.”

JJ nodded knowingly, causing Emily to narrow her eyebrows.

“You don’t look so surprised.”

“Well, (Y/N) may have complained to me about it,” JJ admitted. “And it’s not like the rest of us haven’t noticed either.”

“What does that mean?” Emily titled her head. “Are my relationship problems so obvious to everyone?”

“No, of course not,” the blonde reassured. “I just meant…when’s the last time you came to a girls’ night or a dinner at Rossi’s?”

Emily took a moment to think about it before wincing.

Seeing the realization take over her friend’s face, JJ spoke up, “Emily, we all know, including (Y/N) how much this job requires of you, especially now that you’re our Unit Chief, but you’re also our friend and (Y/N)’s girlfriend.”

“Thanks, Jayje,” Emily said appreciatively. Looking down at the paperwork in front of her, she made the decision that you were more important than some silly old reports, especially ones Linda Barnes wanted.

“I gotta go talk to her,” she immediately stood up, grabbing her coat and bag.

“I think she went over to Penelope’s,” JJ informed.

Emily shot her a grateful smile, as she exited her office.

Speeding over to Penelope’s apartment, Emily rehearsed in her head what she was gonna say to you.

The buzz of the doorbell caused you and Penelope to halt your giggling and pause the TV.

“That must be the pizza,” the blonde chirped. “I’ll get it, don’t worry.”

As she swung open the door, the smile on her face was quickly replaced with a scowl.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Emily Prentiss,” Penelope harshly whispered.

“I know, Pen, but I really need to talk to (Y/N),” Emily explained, desperation written all over her face.

“No,” Penelope asserted. “Do you know how badly you hurt her? Just give her this weekend and you guys can talk on—“

“Pen, what’s taking so long?” you asked, as you approached her, stopping as soon as you see your girlfriend standing in the door. “Oh.”

“Hey,” Emily sheepishly greeted. “Can we talk?”

“What about your paperwork?” you retorted.

Penelope whipped around, her eyes wide, “(Y/N)! I told her to leave but—“

“Penelope, it’s alright,” you squeezed her arm assuringly. “Thank you.”

Looking at Emily, you motioned your head behind her, “Let’s talk outside.”

The two of you moved to sit on the front porch, a moment of silence passing between you.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” Emily whispered, still staring out into darkness of the night. “I’ve been a terrible girlfriend lately, and I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but supportive these last couple of months, and I’ve just turned into this monster workaholic.”

Emily’s voice began to crack, as she quickly tried to wipe away the tears that were beginning to form.

“Emily, look at me,” with one hand, you gently lifted her chin so she could meet your eyes, and grasped her hand with the other. “You are in no way a monster, alright?”

Emily nodded with a sniffle.

“A workaholic on the other hand…” you trailed off, causing the both of you to share a small chuckle.

“Look, Em,” you sighed, as you ran your thumb over her knuckles, “this job is important, to the both of us, but at the end of the day, we,” you leaned forward to connect your foreheads, “are more important.”

“I know,” Emily breathed, “and I’m sorry that I’ve been too wrapped up in work to remember that. I’ve been so worried about trying not to disappoint you guys and fill Hotch’s shoes that I guess I forgot to be Emily.”

“You don’t need to be anybody but yourself, babe,” you cupped her face to wipe her tears. “We are proud to have you as our lead and to be your team. I’m so proud of you, alright? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Emily leaned forward to connect your lips for a brief but tender kiss. “And I promise to be better, to make more time for us.”

“All I can ask is that you try, Em.”

“Well, I’ve already ditched the work Barnes gave me, so how about we go home and spend the weekend together?” Emily proposed, the light having returned to her eyes.

“I’d love that,” you beamed, bringing her in for another kiss.

A bright flash and a clicking noise caused the two of you to pull apart. Turning around, you saw Penelope standing there with her phone, taking a picture of you and Emily.

“Oops,” she gave you a sheepish look, “sorry. I was just letting the team know that the office OTP has made up.”

You looked at your girlfriend, as the you both were trying to conceal your laughter.

“Come on,” Emily said, squeezing your knee before taking your hand, “let’s go home.”

As your girlfriend helped you stand up, you turned back to your best friend, “Thank you, Penelope, truly.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” Penelope nodded knowingly.

Before you got into Emily’s car, you called back to Penelope, “Oh, and Pen?”

“Yeah?”

“Send me that picture, will you?”

“Duh!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the other woman, as you climbed into car.

“You ready for a weekend to ourselves?” Emily looked at you with a smirk, starting the engine.

“I can’t wait.”

[sleepysnk]

i had to write these the moment that me and my friends started talking about it, credit to @erensapologist and my other friend @chosocore who gave me these ideas. ENJOY.

Dating Skater Eren Headcanons

Characters: Eren Jaeger

Warnings: mentions of weed usage, slight suggestive if you squint

Eren Jaeger:

- small little mention that Eren will have an indie style in this!

- ooh boy, you just know i had fun writing these, dating skater!eren would be an absolute delight and he would look amazing.

- you met Eren when you both attended the same party, Sasha invited you to join the smoke circle and he was there. it was your first time smoking actual weed and seeing him there made you feel tense.

- when things got serious between you both, you learned that Eren wasn't a very.. basic guy.

- Eren was chill, laid back, nice, everything you'd want in a guy. it made him so much more attractive than he already was.

- now this boy.. he is a lot of fun.

- Eren loves to skate, he often tries to get you to join him. you didn't really know how to skate and that's when Eren decided to teach you, it was a hilarious but cute experience. you were so nervous to embarrass yourself in front of him, but he eased you a lot.

- he'd hold your waist while you're trying to ride the board 😩, if you almost fall you already know this boy would catch you.

- his style?? IMMACULATE. Eren is always so well dressed whenever you two hangout, sometimes he'll make the most bummiest outfits look good.

- he is very affectionate when it comes to you, he'll always have you sit on his lap and he'll press kisses into your cheeks. he's also very protective, he'd never let any guy come near you thinking they have a chance.

- LET'S YOU PAINT HIS NAILS.

- Eren would have the most amazing room, he'd have those vines and led lights all around his room. he'd also have music records hung up against the wall, i also see Eren having plants in his room. he'd honestly name them and he'd take amazing care of his plants, they're his kids, yk?

- you already know his Instagram is full of pictures of you. he deadass shows you off whenever he can, you are Eren's s/o. you deserve the best.

- his favorite artists are definitely mac demarco, mac miller, clairo, the weeknd, travis scott. there's so many i can name 😭.

- this little baby would make you a playlist dedicated to you 🥺, it's so adorable and he takes his time with it.

- he'd drive a Jeep, i said what i said.

- Eren would have the most amazing cuddles, he's so warm and whenever you come over he has to have a cuddle session with you. his skin against yours is what he loves to feel, he'd also love kissing you <3.

- let's you take his clothes anytime, he'll give you anything you want babe.

- i definitely see this Eren smoking, i just feel it. Eren isn't one to force you to smoke either, if you don't like it, then he isn't gonna force you to do it. though.. Eren being high is kinda hot.

- he wears rings and he'd give you one so you can wear it all the time, even if it doesn't fit 😭❤.

- wears a key necklace around his neck, you already know you'd want it dangling in your face 😩.

- calls you "baby", "babe", "princess/prince", "beautiful/handsome", "pretty girl/boy".

- MAKES YOU THOSE CUTE LEGO NECKLACES, HE IS SO CREATIVE SOMETIMES I SWEAR.

- the dates are the best part, he plays music and he'll have his hand on your thigh. he'll also take you out to eat and get you anything you want, he'll spoil you so much.

- you'll have to clean his scrapes when he falls off his skateboard.

- his pictures are so fucking nice, whenever he posts you're shocked to see how sexy they are. he even asks to take pictures of you, for his own personal usage <3. he thinks you're so fucking fine babe.

- when you come with him to skating parks he makes sure to hold your hand or come up to kiss you often, he doesn't want any guy getting the impression that they can get with you.

- EREN WOULD BUY YOU A PAIR OF VANS AND CUSTOMIZE THEM HIMSELF, IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE AND THEY LOOK AMAZING.

- sneaker head, i'm saying it rn.

- he'd take you on a picnic, it's definitely one of his favorite dates. he'd take pictures of you on his Polaroid and hang them around his room, he'd keep one in the back of his phone too <3.

- I AM SO WRITING A FIC ON THIS BYE.

[milkybonya]

midnight blue

order 008 for anon: large honey milk tea with mango jelly and fresh taro

Warning: some angst

Summary: idol!boyfriend!Yunhyeong takes you out at night after noticing you feel sad

[a/n]: i'm sad rn so what better thing to do than write this lovely request! also i hope the anon who requested is having an amazing day/night <3

this is such a nice playlist to listen to when you're reading this fic/generally when you're sad :") (its full of shinee songs!!)

Curled up on the sofa, wrapped in blankets and not noticing that the movie you were watching had ended, you didn't realize that your boyfriend, Yunhyeong had arrived home. He stood in front of the TV, hands filled with groceries that he was waving around to catch your attention while you were still spaced out.

"Babe! I'm home!!" he called out for the third time.

With a sigh, he dropped the groceries and then dropped himself on you, wrapping you in a hug. His coat smelled like the rain and the stubble of his chin tickled your forehead.

"Hm?" you groaned, finally realizing his presence.

"[y/n], what's wrong? Why are you so spaced out?" Yunhyeong asked you, pulling away so he could get a good look at you.

"I don't know... I just feel a little blue," you mumbled, pulling down your boyfriend's black mask, revealing his worried expression.

"Hmm... I'm sorry I haven't been home these days to take care of you, since we're preparing for a comeback, but... I'll make it up to you now, okay?!" Yunhyeong exclaimed.

"Yun... It's 12am!" you pointed out, laughing.

"So? Perfect time for a date!" he said, pulling your arm and forcing you up.

"My face is so puffy right now from being half asleep all day," you groaned.

"And I haven't shaved in a couple of days, but that's fine! Let's go!" Yunhyeong said, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.

He held out his hand to you and tilted his head, asking you, without saying anything, if you'd join him on this adventure. And you took his hand, letting him guide you to the bedroom so you could get changed as Yunhyeong put the groceries that he bought away.

Once you were ready, he took hold of your hand and whisked you out of your apartment, wisely picking up an umbrella on the way. When you stepped outside, it began to lightly drizzle, and you were thankful for Yunhyeong and the umbrella he brought as he opened it and held it over you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close so both of you would fit under it, but still tilted the umbrella more towards you so you wouldn't get wet, even if it meant his shoulders would get a little soaked.

Luckily, in the dark of the night, no one was out on the streets and Yunhyeong could get away with only wearing a hood, still not being recognized.

"So where are you taking me, Yun?" you asked, your voice just audible over the sound of the rain.

"To the sea!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"In this weather?" you asked.

"We're already outside... so let's just go all the way!"

Luckily, the Han river was near your house - you always called it the sea - and Yunhyeong was able to take you there.

It was fairly empty of people as you sat right by the water, except for the few people who were running and rushing to get home in the rain. Yunhyeong held your cold hand in his, warming yours up while gazing at you, lovingly.

"[y/n], now that we're here... you know what you have to do," he told you.

You gave him a questioning look.

"Shout all your worries into the sea! Here, I'll go first," Yunhyeong said, facing away from you for a second and turning to the water in front of him.

"I WISH THE IKON BOYS WOULD LISTEN TO ME A BIT MORE!" he shouted, laughing afterwards. You laughed along with him, slapping his shoulder.

"Yunhyeong, be quiet! Someone might hear you..."

"There's no one here, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to your damp cheek.

"Now, your turn!"

You shyly turned to the water before you, taking a deep breath before raising a quiet shout:

"Why is it so damn hard to live!" you yelled, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You leaned your head on Yunhyeong's shoulder and he caressed the top of your head with his hand that wasn't holding the umbrella.

"Living is hard, [y/n], but you're doing such a great job," Yunhyeong mumbled into your hair.

Watching the dark water drift by, the soft, yellow light of the city lights and the gentle hue of the sky while being pressed against Yunhyeong made you feel alive, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you feel a bit better, babe?" Yunhyeong asked, and you nodded.

"I'm glad to hear it," Yunhyeong said, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Do you feel cold? Yunhyeong asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, slowly.

"Just a bit," you said.

Yunhyeong flashed a playful, meaningful grin before standing up and touching your shoulder.

"Tag, you're it!" he said before running away.

"In this rain you're gonna make me chase you?" you yelled after him, still standing up to run behind him.

He laughed, looking up at the sky while running and slowing himself before almost falling in a puddle, giving you time to catch up and wrap your arms around him from the back in a tight bear hug. After kissing the top of your hand lightly, Yunhyeong let you run away so he could chase after you this time. When he caught you, he held your face with both hands and peppered it with a million kisses using those soft lips of his, stirring butterflies within you.

The two of you giggled a lot under the rain, running in circles after each other by the water until you were tired, but in a good way. It was the kind of exhaustion that you feel after you know you've had a good day - the kind of exhaustion that tells you you'll be sleeping well tonight.

"Are you ready to head back to bed?" Yunhyeong asked you, taking your hand and guiding you away from the water.

You nodded.

"But let's shower first! I'm drenched," you said.

"Does a warm bubble bath sound okay?" Yunhyeong excitedly suggested, swinging your hand in his.

"It sounds lovely," you replied.

[theballadoffinchesandsaints]

Let’s talk about the Vaincre trade:

(As I am writing this, only the first full chapter, July, has been published)

I’ve said before that I’m fairly certain it’s going to be Leo, but I want to walk through the thought process that got me there (this is long and unedited. You’ve been warned).

First, since this is going to be such a major plot point, I think it’s going to be a character who’s inner circle had at least a minor spotlight in the first chapter. These were Coops, O’knutzy, O’darwin, Thomas & Noelle (do they have a ship name???), Regulus (tho he’s obviously disqualified for not being a pro player rn), and Cole (with a bit of Dumo).

Additionally, I think a key component of this plotline will be developing characters so that they can stand on their own once separated from a crucial relationship (thematically, it makes the most sense to me).

With that in mind, let’s do some quick (yeah lol prob not quick) disqualifications from the list:

Remus: I know this is a more common theory (and god would it hurt) but Remus’ storyline is already jampacked with living up to the standards of the league, team, and public, as well as adjust to a new relationship dynamic with Sirius. On a more heavy note, Remus will have to navigate how playing hockey will interact with the trauma of Greyback’s attack and the resulting injury. I’m sure most of us inferred that this would be a plot point, but the idea was solidified in a snippet of Remus and the team discussing predictions for the top teams of the season.

Sirius: while narratively, I actually think it would be fascinating to see the lions learn to be a team without their leader and to see Sirius have to learn that there are other parts of the world he can trust, this one falls apart in both logistics and clues Hazel has already given us. Truly, I cannot imagine a trade in which it would make sense for the Lions to give up their beloved, talented, effective captain and first line center, especially after he just led them to Stanley Cup. And when someone asked Hazel about (I believe) what relationships would be highlighted in Vaincre, Coops made the list with the qualification that their storyline would largely center around Remus’s adjustment to the team. A Sirius trade requires long-distance Coops angst which, while possible, would be both difficult and against the spirit of the statement.

O’Darwin and Thomas & Noelle already have long-distance angst happening in July, so trading either Kasey or Thomas would miss some of the emotional punch we know Hazel is going to give us.

Cole: I mean, the kid’s a rookie. It doesn’t really make sense. Threads seem to be being set up with the Dumais’ baby sitter and maybe one of the new PTs? (I don’t remember exactly where I’m getting this from, but I’m near certain it was from Hazel’s tumblr). It seems like physical encounters are going to be a big thing with both of these relationships, plus all the obvious great storylines of a new rookie getting comfortable in the team, make it unlikely Cole will be the trade. Not to mention, there are no guts to punch with Cole. We love him already, but he isn’t close with anyone on the team yet. We’d feel disappointed, not devastated, if he got traded. We all know Hazel’s going for devastation.

Dumo: this one approaches probability for me. Dumo would be heartbreaking for every member of the team, but especially Sirius and Logan. It would also sort of follow through on a previous idea from a rough draft of SW where Dumo has a career-ending injury. All the players would have to learn to navigate life without a father figure, and it would break down the system of where many Lions rookies live. But this one’s all speculation, at least as far as I know. It’s not hinted at in July, and I can’t think of any snippets that suggest Dumo. Plus, it feels like all of the main POVs have been set up in July, and we know from the dreaded “of being a lion” snippet (in which said player gets called about the trade) that we do get POV chapters from the player who’s traded.

We’ll get back to O’knutzy later. First, some people who aren’t on the list that I feel are worth discussing briefly (tho these are unlikely for the reasons at the end of Dumo’s):

Kuny & Nado: Now, I remember Kuny’s “no trades, no trades” thing from Hazel’s tumblr. It hurts. It feels like foreshadowing. But, remember, Hazel has also said that these boys will both play a more secondary role in Vaincre. They’re both safe.

James: I go back and forth on this one all the time. Thematically, separating Sirius and James would be both heartbreaking and deeply interesting. James was a major force in bringing Sirius out of his shell, and Sirius would have to learn to maintain that without his best friend always by his side. James and Lily are also suspiciously absent from July. I know Hazel said they’re on their honeymoon, and I’m not disputing that in any way, shape, or form. However, it does provide ample excuse to become a new POV in August. However, I can’t find any snippets to really support it. And, just, in general, James as a character in Hazel’s fics (or at least in Solntse and SW) provides a stable backbone for the other characters. He’a developed as a character but stable and happy. This could be the thing that changes that, but, at the very least, it doesn’t fit the narrative role he serves in SW, and I think it would change the feel and character dynamic of the fic as a whole (not just of the team) too much for that to be the choice.

And then there’s O’knutzy:

Going into Vaincre, I asked myself: what are everyone’s plotlines going to be? Remus will adjust to the team and playing Greyback. Sirius will largely be his support system, tho some stuff may be done with his relationship with Regulus and/or moving on from any semblance of his parents’ influence. Dumo will welcome rookie Cole onto the team. James will be a new father. Thomas and Noelle will have long-distance relationship feels. Kasey will adjust to O’darwin, and probably also deal with his reoccurring injury.

And the cubs? Are in a happy, stable relationship with everything they’ve ever wanted. The seeds to a storyline regarding whether or not they choose to come out was definitely hinted at in July, but I don’t think it will be their sole focus. Thankfully, there is nothing pressuring them to come out currently. They think about it. They long to do it. But nothing has changed since the end of SW/CtC. If one of them was long-distance, that would change the dynamic. When you can always go home to your two loving boyfriends, it doesn’t hurt quite as bad when you can’t be affectionate when out with them in public. When you’re only in the same city for a day or two roughly every month (depending on which team the trade is with), every second you could spend holding them and don’t hurts more and more. Whether I think they choose to come out or not, I really don’t know. I think so, but I’m definitely not sure. But the real question is, which cub goes away and prompts this?

If it’s a cub, it’s definitely Leo. Hazel posted a snippet that just...says so much.

Do I even need to explain? She practically told us. I’ve spent over an hour analyzing nearly every prominent Lion when Hazel practically told us Leo was going to be the trade with this right here.

But I do have more to say. I don’t think either Finn or Logan would work well as the trade. The plot of them being separated was well explored in CtC, and I honestly just don’t think it needs more examination. They learned to cherish each other, talk to each other, love each other freely and honestly. Them being separated again would just hurt. It wouldn’t serve a narrative purpose.

On the other hand, I do think Leo’s character could actually benefit from some time alone. He had barely a few months as a full-blown adult, working in the NHL, before he entered a committed relationship with his two lovely boyfriends, both of whom had had years more time to live with and explore themselves (tho it’s not as if they were doing that freely). A couple of months or even years dating long-distance could force Leo to have some more adventures on his own and come into himself more. Then, he can fully return to his boys, his “long-lost lover[s],” and be more stable in his love.

In a similar vein, Logan and Finn have only had short amounts of time to make their leg of the relationship stable and happy in comparison to the time they spent yearning or heartbroken. Even in CtC, their reflex is to go to Leo first, which is, of course, perfectly fine and lovely and adorable, but I think they need to spend some time unlearning that knee jerk reaction.

Then, when Leo comes back (because one way or another, in canon or in my head, he will), all three are confident in themselves as individuals and in each leg of the relationship as well as the three of them as group. No one and no couple n e e d s anything, but they come back together because they all love each other, more than anything.

That’s what I think will see in Vaincre. At the very least, it’s what I want.

Vaincre is by the one and only @lumosinlove

[shozaii]

can u pls gib me kunikida and dazai fluff hcs? i love them sm

(a/n):hello anon! why, of course hehe🥰thank you so much for the request!

@amourzai my cielo helped me with this fic ilysm☁🌹

masterlist 

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fluffy hc’s 

pairings: dazai x reader, kunikida x reader

warnings: none!

dazai osamu

despite being the chaotic person that he is, dazai tends to turn into the mushy soft puddle when he’s with you. swoons around you, always shows you his best side, brags about him being better than chuuya, basically what you see him do to atsushi, but it’s ten times more emphasized and complex.😌

when he wants to confess his feelings, he does it in a quiet, peaceful place. namely, while watching the yokohama sunset. may or may not have found time to walk back home alone with you, held your hand and locked his arm around yours. “i need to show you something special, love~.”

feelings to him is something so cherished, so sophisticated and important. as a person who has gone through a series of emotions; he prefers to let them out in private.

even kneels down and asks, “would you be mine, mon cheri?” while rubbing little circles on the back of your hand.

when dazai confesses, his eyes would look directly into yours. if anything were to bother him; consider his other side to be seen. and we all know we don’t want that to happen.

i don’t know why but i always imagine dazai’s hands to be soft and delicate, and lovely to hold. (yes, i have seen too many gifs of them and i am in love) anything he does with his hands are just so attractive.

blows kisses when he’s like across you. so it becomes a series of sending each other kisses when you’re like one metre apart....and when he really does miss it, he gets up from his seat, leans over and pecks your lips real quick.

height difference is pretty obvious between him and his s/o(unless you’re super tall :0). if you were shorter, consider the t e a s i n g 24/7. if you were nearly as tall/taller than him, the floor is all yours🥴

lowkey wish i was taller rn

okay but real talk - he loves carrying you bridal style. a lot. and here’s the thing, it happens at random timing. for instance, when you’re working on your latest paperwork. during a mission (just to boast how strong he is). very unpredictable but so adorable, you can’t help but blush harder.

“osamu! put me down or else....!”

“or else what, my honey bunch?”

“you’re not getting kisses for a week.”

mans sets you down with raptor speed. unless if he’s in a flirty mood, you would see yourself winning.

yes, he loves seeing you flustered. i feel like you can do so as well - but i headcanon him winning everytime. how do you win this...? maybe kiss him when he least expects it. do it.

cute pet names like belladonna, my love, mon cheri, any new language he learns, he uses them. and if he almost forgets them(because he collects so much), he writes them down on a sticky note, and sticks it on his desk. when he goes back to the dorms, he sticks it on the wall or some place he could remember.

dates with dazai are either during work hours, or the after hours of yokohama. and he makes sure you’re going to have the time of your life on every single date; so he plans a new activity on every one of them.

when he doesn’t have the chance to do so, he pouts. but when it has been replaced with a job given by the president/kunikida, there you go. a date and mission in your hands.

he gets this rush of energy when he realizes that what was supposed to be a relaxing date out just got a whole lot better with the mission.

dazai gives kisses anywhere he likes. nose, lips, cheeks, jawline, the list goes on. he even knows where you prefer him to do so. i’m surprised that he still isn’t a psychic.

double suicide? he would never think of it. all his life, he wants to find a reason to live. he does get his reasons - one of them is you. your tears to him are anguish and heartbreak at its worst. cue you crying while telling him to stay by your side. 

“please...never leave my side,” you sobbed as you buried your face in his chest. “if i can stay alive in this place we call earth for as long as possible, then so can you.”

that moved him so much. a whole lot. “oh, belladonna. don’t you ever think i’m going away.”

silence.

“not without you.”

you punched him, and he couldn’t stop laughing. but he’d stop, giving you an unlimited amount of kisses.

b a b y. dazai is babie.

kunikida doppo

oh my god we have baby number 2.

in his eyes, you were the definition of perfection. he even tries to remember exactly when did he catch feelings for you. it was totally unexpected, according to him.

cue almost all of the members of ada teasing him all the time about him finally finding his ‘ideal’ partner.

but to him, it wasn’t the ideal that mattered anymore. you outmatched almost everything he wrote down. and man, was he the happiest person alive.

how does he confess...? well wonderful question. he didn’t plan it. the members did.

maybe yosano-san called you and told you about another ‘crucial case’ a few blocks away from your completed one and ‘since you were out there, you were perfect for it.’ you agreed because why not?

meanwhile, dazai probably said, ‘this case involves yet another series of men wearing glasses - you and me must go out to end this person.’

of course kunikida goes ??? ‘where are the evidences/pictures???” but dazai brushes it off saying ‘ah~ i left them somewhere.’ to which,,,well you already know. they went out and not even a minute after, the bandaged man goes missing. with the intercom, he leads him to - you guessed it - the exact same place you were in.

‘kunikida! you’re here for the non-existent case too...?”

‘non-existent? OHMYGODDAZAI-’

the line was cut off, and he goes on and on about him, until;

‘i can never be the same when i’m with someone i obliviously like-,’

he’s a huge mess when he’s around you, trust me. so him blabbering that out loud is completely normal.

butterflies in your stomach because you’re so in love with him.

‘i don’t know if this is the right time, but our friends probably did this for us. so i hope you’d be okay if i said my feelings are mutual?”

kunikida is alright with just a little pda, maybe some hand-holding and little ruffles on your hair because he secretly loves how floofy it is🥺when it comes to kissing, the furthest he would go is on your head. nothing more, nothing less.

he needs to maintain his composure *cough* but my mans right here couldn’t, you’re just too perfect.

so when you’re two alone, expect lots and lots of wholesome kisses around your face; and also loads of cuddles. this side of kunikida is what i headcanon today, folks. the ‘soft for you’ side. he lovesss it when he kisses your forehead, he finds it so cute.

p l e a s e kiss him on the cheek, kunikida would be all over the place.

if you go somewhere on a mission with someone else, he would be on his feet. he gets so worried, thinking of what might happen. don’t get me wrong, he trusts you in your job so much; he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

so when you do return, he’s the first one at the door.

checks if you’ve eaten, if you’ve drank enough water, if you’ve gotten enough sleep. if you’ve not he’s just going to pull you to bed, holding you tight and lulling you to sleep.

during work hours, you walk over to him, wrapping your arms. 

‘y/n....we only do this after work.’

‘so you don’t want my hugs then?’

stays silent and just lets you stay there for as long as you want. he will tolerate you and you only.

kunikida loves you a lot. sometimes he might not show it, but just know that the love he has for you is drastic it tears you up. 

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(a/n): i am s o r r y this took so long! ahh i’ve had so much to do and i really do hope this was worth it!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

OBEY ME! LESSON 49 DETAILED SUMMARY + THEORIES

One locked lesson

Mammon, Luke & MC are visiting Diavolo’s hotel. Mammon talks about wanting to book a suite and have a party, Luke says he doesn’t like the devildom opening businesses in the human world cause he’s scared they’ll take it over completely. Barbatos says that Diavolo is only interested in coexisting in peace & if he’s gonna snitch to Michael he should tell him their actual intentions. Luke says he’s not a tattletale Mammon vehemently disagrees with that. Barbatos reveals that Diavolo & Levi have started staying up till dawn gaming together (I’m so happy they’re friends!). Mammon said he never knew that Levi previously had issues against Diavolo. When Luke asks where Diavolo is Barbatos tells him he’s out on a date with Lucifer. Mammon asks about Barbatos’ choice of human clothes and MC says he looks really good in it. He says the look he was going for is ‘tea leaf importer’. In a private lounge Barbatos serves them fairy ring tea which surprises Mammon & Luke. In the Devildom on rare occasions small sparkling golden flowers grow in a ring rather than the more usual mushrooms, and the teas is supposed to smell like those flowers. He says despite what the ring is made of there’s a legend they form when fairies dance in a circle. Luke says the tea smells and tastes amazing and MC asks if fairies are real. Barbatos says fairies in the human world are supposedly extinct and us humans are really fucking up the ecosystem huh

Mammon seems really disappointed by that and when MC asks why he says that treasure can be found near fairies, leprechauns are also related to fairies btw. Barbatos says there’s still a chance there are fairies somewhere in the human realm – there are rumours about fairy rings made of flowers in the human realm which can only be caused by fairies whereas mushroom fairy rings have a scientific explanation. And that there are rumours that those flowers can be used to make a rare sweet. Obviously Mammon & Luke are excited about finding fairies for their own reasons (AND is this gonna be a Mammon & Luke lesson!??? I desperately need that) and MC says lol good luck with that anyway byeeeee~ Mammon & Luke immediately strongarm MC into coming along. Barbatos tells them to bring some flowers back and he’ll make tea for them out of it. Luke & Mammon briefly argue about whether they’re after sweets or money, and Luke wonders where they might even start looking. Mammon suggests going to a library to find out what they can and Luke is surprised Mammon suggested that to which Mammon gets annoyed.

Mammon suggests splitting up to be more efficient and Luke is surprised ‘efficient’ is part of Mammon’s vocabulary. MC can go with either of the boys. With Luke; they find books about angels and demons, including a picture of Michael but nothing about fairies. Luke says the picture doesn’t capture how amazing Michael really is. MC can say A.) that Luke seems to really love Michael. He says everyone loves Michael before remembering the brothers and saying they’re the only ones who don’t (no offense but everything I hear about Michael has made me highly suspicious of him too – I’ll get into that later). B.) MC asks how Michael’s been doing lately and Luke says the way they worded it made it sound like they know him personally. But he says it’s understandable that they’re curious when Michael’s the greatest angel to exist (how can you say that when Simeon is literally raising you!?). He says Michael is till sad about what happened with the brothers and seems to regret it and that though their portraits are no longer in the Celestial palace you can find Michael standing and staring at the empty spot looking lost time and time again – that though he doesn’t say it, he misses them (I’LL GET INTO IT). Luke says that the brothers are happy in their new home and have forgotten the celestial realm and Michael and that after meeting them Luke acknowledges that they have a FEW good qualities but whenever he remembers Michael standing under that empty spot and how the brothers don’t even stop to think about how Michael feels or to look at things from Michael’s perspective he gets pissed off (do…do you think Luke knows about Lilith…..I – I highly doubt it because the circumstances behind her death and everything we’ve seen and heard about the celestial realm so far makes me feel like the brothers were completely justified to leave it all behind). With Mammon; He finds a book about Angels, Demons, Fairies and their worlds – though it’s mostly about angels and angel!Lucifer. Mammon asks where the part about him is and MC says they’d love to hear about his time as an angel. He says he was really talented and that Lucifer recommended him to be a Cherubim (so the others as angels said that angel!Mammon could do anything he set his mind to and we’ve seen that despite what his brothers say Mammon actually has a pretty vast array of skills and can really step up and be the responsible big brother when it’s needed so am I the only one who feels like Mammon’s that ‘gifted’ kid in highschool who got burnt out and then said fuck it and decided to stop trying? And now everyone looks at him shakes their head and asks wtf happened to him? Solmare gave me a blank canvas of a character to project on to and instead I go and choose Mammon :))) I’m in pain). Michael & Raphael treated Mammon like he was a problem child but Lucifer saw his potential (GIVE ME THEIR BACKSTORY!). MC can ask A.) If he was sad to leave the Celestial Realm. He looks surprised and then thoughtful and distant and says he never thought about it. He says dwelling on the past isn’t his thing but if he had to pick he’d say he didn’t miss it. But he doesn’t hate it and or like he never wants to go back and that he doesn’t hold a grudge (okay so usually during a Mammon centric lesson I write this after I finish the whole lesson instead of one by one after each chapter like I usually do and I’m gonna tell you things happen that show that he might’ve been unconsciously lying about the grudge thing). He says he doesn’t know how his brothers feel and that they maybe less happy with the celestial realm than he is (calling back to the grudge thing we know Mammon tends to bottle things up emotionally, specially when it’s things that hurt him, we also know that right after they fell Mammon was the one who took care of everyone so I think it’s very likely while the others had their emotional fallout about Falling and Lilith and being Demons and Satan’s birth Mammon just never got the chance as he was taking care of their well being and I have this whole fic floating in my head about it let’s see if I put it into words). He says even if they wanted to it’s not like they could go back )  B.) If he loved Lucifer back then. Mammon goes Loved!? LOVED!? -ED!? PAST TENSE!? I still love him and fjeodkkfnak BABY! (love that angel!Mammon refused to admit he loved Lucifer while demon!Mammon was like fuck yeah I love him what’dya think!?). Mammon then blushes and then tells MC not to tell Lucifer cause he’ll get a ‘I knew it’ look and grin like he was self-satisfied. Given how happy Lucifer became the last two times Mammon admitted to caring about him and how in the recent lessons Lucifer said he didn’t think his brothers love him I really want them to tell Lucifer. In the end they don’t find anything. Mammon wants to quit. Luke doesn’t want to, he wants to see Michael’s face when he eats one of the Legendary sweets. Mammon gets annoyed saying that Luke’s always going on about Michael and asking if he’s worth it (NO GRUDGE HMMMMMM?!) Luke gets really pissed in return. Mammon laughs and tells him to cool down and that despite being a demon he’s being honest and asks why a ‘goody-two shoes angel’ so pissed (no grudge huh? I mean it’s miniscule rn but everything’s way too complicated for Mammon to be just over it). Solomon interrupts them and tells them to stop shouting. Okay so first off starting from S2 Michael’s being brought up a LOT and I’m pretty sure MC spoke with as well and nearly met him and he said he’ll have to meet them on a later day. S3’s going into depth about the Celestial Realm and Michael’s getting way more mentions and they’ve started bringing up Raphael as well and at this point I’m 100% sure they’re gonna actually introduce them as new characters? Maybe by the end of the season? And I’d love this cause I need new dynamics and to learn more about the brothers’ past and the celestial realm but it also sucks cause I have such a clear vision of what they look like and ik solmare’s gonna destroy that. ANYWAY I don’t think they’ll introduce “bad guys” to the story given that this is a dating sim at the end of the day and Michael & Raphael will probably wanna bang MC too but with what they’ve given so far the Celestial Realm and the higher up angels seem very morally dubious? We know that Michael as an angel gave out punishments that were worse than Lucifer as a demon – Mammon saying he still shakes when remembering them thousands of years later. We know they were against mixing with humans and demons – enough that they were willing to kill off an angel for healing a human. We know they supported the war with the demons and were not actively looking for a peaceful end to it unlike Diavolo (to the point that even Lucifer one of the highest angel in ranking was surprised by the notion of peace). We know their rules were much more strict than that of the Devildom and Raphael acted as somewhat of an enforcer and he considered human parties immoral. We know they highly looked down on the demons and considered them pure evil & below them despite not really knowing anything about them. And sure all of these facts are things that happened when the brothers were still in the celestial realm and I bet they’ve changed after thousands of years and are more open minded, but have they changed enough? The way ‘Michael’ spoke to MC when he called the brothers wicked despite not really knowing what they are like as demons, despite the fact that ‘wicked’ doesn’t cover what the brothers are at all and that there are probably humans who are worse people than them, that he thought MC would be wicked too just because the brothers liked them, the fact that Luke still had these beliefs that all demons were evil and terrible despite having never met a demon, which were the same beliefs angel!Lucifer had when he met Diavolo thousands of years later, the fact the angels still have a very strict idea of what exactly an angel should be like and enforced those ideas on the brothers during the angel event to the point that after they were back to normal they all freaked out. All makes the angels seem highly…..um? questionable. Also luke said Michael missed the brother, but does Michael actually miss them or does he miss the perfect angel versions of them? We know in the celestial realm the brothers had to repress a lot of their urges, likes and even small parts of their inherent personalities to be accepted/to not be threatened to be kicked out (ex: Mammon supressing his pranks/more playful/mischievous side in the celestial realm vs being comfortable enough to fully express that side despite Lucifer’s punishments in the devildom) to the point that they had a secret room they’d escape to just so they could skip work/hang out/relax, we know angels still see demons as evil beings and probably don’t still accept them despite the peace, we know that Michael’s view of the brothers as ‘perfect angels’ completely strips them of any identifiable characteristics even if you were to compare them to what they were like when they were really angels. So when luke says Michael misses them I feel like he doesn’t miss them he misses them as these perfect angel versions of themselves that never really existed. If this season is about getting MC’s stars will next season be about getting Michael and Raphael to accept the brothers for how they truly are? More interdimensional therapy sessions? Does this make sense? Talk to me

Solomon says he doesn’t know what happened to the fairies but that they’d have more luck finding them if they went out and looked deep in places free from human influence than looking for info in a human library. Mammon says Solomon should change his name to the “not so wise” & Solomon says it’s not like he came up with his nickname in the first place. Luke has the idea to ask Crowe for help. When Mammon asks Levi about his falling out with Crowe Levi says though they aren’t friends anymore he’s still useful. MC asks crowe where they can find fairies and they find out about rumours near Lake Io Lanthe. Though they can only get there and back within a day with a private jet. Mammon says it’s not like they can use their own wings to fly in the human world either and I’M!!!!!!? would Mammon have had to carry MC? Have they seen the brothers flying in the devildom? Has anyone carried them and flown? In the end they decide on an overnight train ride. Levi says the “kids” should probably first get permission from the “adults.” MC who’s a fully independent grown adult doesn’t need permission.

Simeon happily agrees as long as they can find someone to cover Luke’s shifts in the café. Luke asks MC which of the brothers they should ask, there are 6 options and for each the 3 of them imagine the scenario that would take place. 1.) Levi; Simeon getting steadily more and more irritated while Levi tries to win a game instead of working till black-purple smoke is rising out from Simeon even as he smiles sweetly and calls Levi. 2.) Lucifer; looking deeply disappointed with crossed arms says “So, are you going to tell me your order or not? Hurry up. I don’t have all day. I have (list of café related chores) French chocolate cake with hot cocoa? Are you insane? Who in their right mind would pair chocolate cake with hot chocolate?” why is this so funny!?? 3.) Satan; Fully serious “Simeon, table two wants an earl grey. And a pretty kitty special to go with it.” Simeon, “WTF is a pretty kitty special!?” The pretty kitty special is paw shaped pancakes and Simeon thinks they’re cute. In this universe no customers or Levis are harmed. 4.) Asmo; Asmo starts almost instantly hitting on the customer. “You know I don’t usually do this but how about I sit down with you for tea?” Luke says while bright red, “ABSOLUTELY NOT! He’ll turn the Angel’s Halo into a different sort of place.” And umm Luke buddy what exactly were you thinking of here… 5.) Beel; Simeon: Hey have you seen the BLTs? Beel: *actively munching away* No. Can’t find them? Want me to help? Simeon: …Nevermind 6.) Belphie; Orders food for himself from Simeon during a lull in the customers and takes a nap before Simeon even gives it to him. In the end they decide on Satan.

They find Satan at the pizza place watching his tab with a serious expression, Luke wonders if he’s learning new things about the human world (languages, the economy, etc) Mammon says that’s the face he makes when he watches cat videos. When Mammon tries calling him he pretends he doesn’t know them until Mammon’s yelling his name and he can no longer ignore them (Wonder how humans feel about some buy yelling ‘SATAN’ in the middle of a diner). Satan immediately refuses to work at the café cause he’s busy (watching cat videos) until MC lies through their teeth and says that Simeon wants to turn the café into a cat café. Luke jumps on board instantly and starts supporting MC’s claims further adding that as a cat lover they need Satan’s advice and that working part time at the café will give him a better understanding to how the business is normally run. He then agrees to help. (Luke none of that lying seems really angelic…). At the café Satan immediately goes “okay, so… let’s talk cats”. And Simeon’s like????????

At home Lucifer’s still not back from his date & they tell others about their plans for the trip. Asmo says if he had a choice he’d like to meet Narcissus… Mammon tries to play off the fact that he’s nervous about asking permission from Lucifer and Belphie tells them to watch out for Banshees – a type of fairy - when they get there (I first heard about banshees as a little kid and they freaked the shit outta me, gave me way more anxiety than I already had). Satan says there are lots of types of fairies including those that make you fall in love. Mammon is way more interested in them than in Banshees – Asmo tells him he’s being a pervert. Lucifer arrives after dinner and they follow him to his room. Lucifer says a quiet lake might give Mammon the chance for some self-reflection and personal growth (pretty sure Lucifer needs that too ngl) and it’ll give Lucifer some peace and quiet but also who the fuck’s gonna pay for you huh!? Mammon tries to play the “my favourite older brother” card. Lucifer disagrees and they decide to gamble on it – if Mammon wins he gets to go and if Lucifer wins Mammon gets bathroom cleaning duty for a week. Lucifer says Mammon’ll just cheat so MC volunteers to play and Mammon gets really happy that they’d do that for him, saying he feels like crying. Lucifer agrees except if they lose BOTH of them get bathroom duty. MC has to guess if the card Lucifer draws is odd or even. Even’s correct and they get to go without a fuss. If they pick even they lose.

If they lose the next chapter starts with Mammon crying in MC’s room about MC and Luke being allowed to go and not him and how with MC gone bathroom duty is all his, MC says they’ll do anything to get him to forgive them and he blushes and asks them to stay with him till he allows them to leave and that means they’re gonna be at it all night…. ALL RIGHT ANYWAY Luke then texts them saying he’s impressed that they managed to convince Lucifer to let Mammon go and that Lucifer had actually sent Luke three tickets for “Mammon’s journey of Personal Growth” and Lucifer’s such a good dad sometimes I can’t deal with this BS. Mammon immediately runs off to thank Lucifer and you can then hear lucifer screaming at Mammon to get out and stop hugging him cause he’s in the shower and I love them both so much I NEED them being soft to each other more and the only reason Mammon ended up being the avatar of greed is cause Lucifer probably spoilt him rotten growing up *cough*Lucifer’s B’day Present To Him*cough*. If they win the next chapter starts in Mammon’s room where he’s asking crowe, who’s apparently been borrowed from Levi, how much money he could make selling fairy ring flowers, he then asks MC to ask crowe something too. They can ask crowe about tomorrow’s weather or tease Mammon by either asking crowe how to control Mammon or asking if they’re compatible with Mammon. Mammon blushes but Crowe says they’re fairly compatible and if they can control Mammon’s self-destructive tendencies and how he puts money before everything they may last – mammon says all of that is wrong (I mean we have seen that he actually puts MC before money and material goods quite a few times so yeah…). He says they already know how well they work together better than anyone in all the 3 worlds and they don’t need anyone to tell them that and MC kisses him. Mammon blushes and says “yeah ik Luke’s gonna be with us but let’s try and get our own room to share cause this is the one chance to get time alone away from the others so we can have all kinds of fun. Though we can still have plenty of fun rn” and then he calls them closer and the screen fades to black :) It later opens to screams being heard from inside the house somewhere.

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So it’s like 2 am rn and I’m tired but can’t sleep so I wrote this down quickly. It’s a little Marichat fic that probably won’t be very good because I’m running on like 5 hours of sleep. I’ll probably fix spelling mistakes tomorrow or even just delete this but for now, enjoy.

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The class decided to have a picnic to celebrate their last year at Francois DuPont high school. They were about 17 now, some were 18. Everyone lounged around, eating pastries, talking about their first day back from summer and just genuinely having a good time. Unfortunately Adrien’s father had instructed him to go home so while he packed his belongings, he listened to his friends conversations. That was when he saw a younger girl run up to Lila.

Now Adrien knew he had a lot of fans, as Chat and as himself. The older and more, how you say, well defined he became, the more fans he acquired. Though when it came to Chat, being a fangirl was much more dangerous. At one point it got so bad that Ladybug had to schedule an interview with the Ladyblog telling them to stay away during akuma attacks. They would quite literally, chase after Chat while he was being chased after by an akuma. He even saw one of them pretend to be hurt so he would swoop in and save them. Yeah very dangerous stuff. Which is why it was quite a scared to hear that Lila was a fan.

“Of course I’m a fan of his, in fact, I’m quite close with one of Paris’s superheroes.” She spoke, hiding the lying tone to her voice. As irritating as she was, he had to admit she was good. “Really?” The girl squealed. She was on the younger side, maybe 13 or 14, about his age when he first got his Miraculous. “Oh leaving so soon Adrien?” She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Yeah, my father again.” He replied, trying to sound friendly. “I can walk you home if you like! I wanted to speak with Mr. Agreste anyways. About our up coming photo shoot.” Damn it, he’d almost forgotten about that. He hated shoots with Lila. Adrien had always liked physical affection, but with her it was almost unbearable. “No that’s ok, I can walk him.” Marinette offered, stepping in to shield him from the object of his discomfort. And what a beautiful shield she was.

Her days of pigtails were over, instead she would wear her hair in different styles everyday. Today was a half up half down style with space buns, very reminiscent of her fight as Multimouse. She has also settled for a mint green t-shirt and a black skirt which clearly paid homage to his superhero self. It was nearly impossible to wipe the Cheshire grin off his face as she strode over, picnic basket in hand. He was visiting her while she finished the little paw prints along the hem of the skirt, but of course she wouldn’t know that. “Wow miss, I really like your outfit! Where’d you get it?” The girl squeaked rushing over. Her eyes shining with pure joy. “Oh why thank you, I actually made it myself.” She curtsied, very adorably in his opinion. “Wow that’s so cool! Could you make me one?” If she got anymore excited she would float into space. “You know, I can get Chat to stop by if you wanted.” Lila chimed in, drawing the girls attention back to her. “Really?” She turned and ran towards her new favourite person. “Of course I can, my boyfriend always seems to find me.” She faked a gasp and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Whoops.” She exhaled. The class gasped. That was what she was looking for.

“You’re dating Chat Noir Lila?” Marinette snickered, silencing them. It was clear that Lila had more influence over the class now. As much as they all loved Marinette, Lila had successfully made herself more interesting. “Yes I am, but I wasn’t supposed to say that. Oh no, I’m going to get into so much trouble.” She delicately placed her fists over her chest for added effect. Marinette burst out laughing and that’s when Adrien slowly started to back away unnoticed by his friends.

He ran and ducked into an alley way making sure he wasn’t followed. “Oh come on kid, I didn’t even get anything from the picnic. You should have at least slipped me something.” Plagg groaned. “I will after I go sort this mess out, it’s dangerous if people think Lila is dating me, she could be targeted by Hawkmoth.” He rationalized. “Big deal, if she gets akumatized we can just purify her no problem.” “Uh yeah Plagg it is a big deal. What if Hawkmoth kidnaps her instead, as much as I don’t like her I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.” “Well kid if she gets kidnapped because she lied about dating you it’s not your fault is it? Now can I at least finished eating?” He sighed, Plagg was right. If she got kidnapped now she only had herself to blame. An idea did pop into his head. Maybe if she was proven wrong, she might stop saying things like that, and he knew the purrfect purrincess to help him achieve his goal. “Later, Plagg Claws Out!” A flash of green later and there’s stood Chat Noir, in all his leather-clad glory. Hopping onto the roof, he made to move towards them when the sound of shouting caught his attention.

“Do you realized how dangerous it is to even say things like that!” Marinette squeaked, really living up to her super identity and the mysterious multimouse. “You can’t just tell people you’re dating superheroes for attention Lila, you’re safety could be at risk.” She pointed, Lila seemed to be unphased but there was something about her posture that showed she was guilty and ticked off. “I already told you I didn’t mean to let it slip, I have a rare condition c-“ “called Liars Luny or something like that right?” Marinette interrupted. He had to hold back a laugh at her clever remark. “Marinette that was incredibly rude.” Rose intervened, and one by one everyone turned their faces to Marinette, a glared placed on almost all of them. All but Nino and Alya, who had long discovered Lila’s manipulative ways. Though they were still afraid to say anything about it, they didn’t want her to get akumatized after all.

“Look Marinette, if you’re jealous just say so, I won’t be mad. I’m sure a lot of other women would love to get their hands on my sweet kitten. I mean, considering your outfit it’s pretty obvious you have a crush on him.” You know, for a compulsive liar, Lila seemed to be good at getting the truth out of others. Marinette’s face turned pink and her fists began to clench. Her back stiffened up too, was she really jealous? Or was it just his imagination. Maybe he hoped she was, he had fancied her for a while now but he never made a move. Suddenly his classmates were surrounding her and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

His anger from earlier started to rise to his chest as he let out a low growl and leapt off the roof. Thankfully, his years as a model made him a fairly decent actor as well.

“Fancy seeing you here my purrincess.” He purred walking over to the group. “You look radiant as always.” Lila stiffened but quickly tried to look relaxed as she confidently strode towards him. “It’s nice to see you here too kitten, couldn’t stay away from me I see.” She smiled, it almost looked genuine. It didn’t take long for her possi of classmates to follow behind, leaving Marinette standing there clearly distraught, he growled again as a tear slid down her cheek. Keeping it cool, he cooked up a response. “Umm, I’m sorry but do I know you?” He said in mock confusion. The class gasped slightly, “Of course you know me, didn’t you just call me your princess?” Lila chimed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “No. I have no idea who you are, I was talking to the lovely lady in green and black. She is radiant isn’t she, and she looks fantastic in my colours.” He replied cooly. Before anyone had time to react he ran through the crowd and picked up Marinette, twirling her in a circle. She giggled slightly, her throat a little strained. She placed her forearms on his shoulders, intertwining her fingers behind his head as he slowly lowered her to the ground. “What’s wrong love?” He reached up, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. She got the hint to play along. “Nothing I’m all good kitty.” She smiled genuinely and he smiled back. Ignoring the eyes of everyone around them. He held up his arm and gestures to her skirt. “Do you see all of these little paw prints? She sewed them all herself! It took her 4 hours too, I almost couldn’t draw her attention away from the stitching.” She blushed and buried her face in his shoulder, oh mon dieu she was so cute. “And these shoes,” he scooped her up bridal style and she laughed. “See the little toe beans, how adorable.” The girls squealed and ran over to admire her craftsman ship while the boys kept glaring daggers at Ms. Lie-la. “Ok now stand back everyone! We have to show you how it spins.” Marinette cocked and eyebrow at him. “How it spins? Excuse me sir but my pronouns are she/her.” He chuckled before pinching the black fabric of her skirt. “No I mean this, you did wear shorts today did you not?” “I did.” She confirmed. “Good,” he subtly winked at her before continuing, a little louder than necessary, “Wouldn’t want everyone else seeing what’s mine now would we.” Before she could register his words he held a hand above her head and gave her a little twirl, her skirt flowing beautifully in the wind. “See what’d I tell you? Absolutely beautiful.” He turned and smiled down at her, she blushed back up at him. Dieu, he could happily die drowning in her eyes. The two of them seemed to be in a world of their own, just looking at each other.

Until a voice snapped them back to reality. “I can’t believe you! You filthy cheater!” As well as a liar, Lila was a good actor. Tears streaming down her cheeks, arms straighten and hands curled into fists. He rolled his eyes before forcing them to look at a more revolting sight. “Like I said miss, I have no idea who-“ he paused “Oh wait I remember you! You were the liar that nearly got Marinette expelled weren’t you! The one who tried to intervene when Onii-chan was akumatized just because you disliked Ladybug.” He didn’t mean to get so angry but he couldn’t hide it anymore. His hand gripped Marinette’s shoulder a little more tightly than he would have liked but she wasn’t hurt by it. Everyone gasped on cue and turned to Lila who stood there pale. Karma is a bitch isn’t it? In his fury he barely registered Marinette’s hand on his arms. “Come on Chat, let’s get out of here.” She whispered. Coaxing him back to the present. “Yeah ok, I’m sure your friends will deal with her.” She smiled at her classmates who had turned towards Lila with furious looks on their faces. “Did you have a place in mind mousinette.” She giggled at that. “Well there’s always that spot you took me to the first time you came to visit, remember where it is?” She smiled. “I don’t think I would forget that.” He turned towards the crowd. “Welp, me and the princess will be taking our leave now, though I did enjoy seeing you all again.” Then he stooped down to pick her up bridal style as she giggled. For good measure he placed a light kiss to her temple before racing off towards that lovely spot they had just discussed.

“WHAT THE F***.” The fangirl screamed after all the confusion.

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So it’s been a month or two since I first posted this and I decided to clean it up a bit and add a few more details to it. Not that this is suddenly going to blow up but I do like the impurrovement (hehe I have puns for days). So yes, if by some miracle you are reading this, I hope you enjoyed!