#these were genuinely so fun to make its ridiculous

[justarandombrit]

Accidentally made a billion In9 text posts oops (some of these have probably already been done)

(Stage/Fright spoilers under the cut)

[ruporas]

special operatives (silly interaction beneath read more)

[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]

[ohzone]

aa1 edgeworth you will quite literally always be famous

[dandyshucks]

whyyyy does nobody ever come back to this group fjdkdl they show up once for a first time and then never return !!! its kind of crushing bc some ppl I've been like... excited at the prospect of seeing them again and then they just never show up ever again :')

and I didn't even get to draw anything good while sitting there !!! AUGH

[autism-corner]

goddamn

[devotion-disorder]

it ok yall i caved and bought the game moments after i made my last post and im living out my blissful love life now

this screenshot out of context is taking me out lol hes like you are.🫵 dumbass?😄 you🫵 illiterate🫵😄

Ive got through most of the game and boy i have some THOUGHTS... spoilers under the cut!!

I didn't expect to like the game so much cause im not actually that much of a horror fan (<- squeamish) , and like i said in the last post I wasn't sure how fun a game all about decrypting the dialogue will be (<- dumbass). But in the end I think the game mechanics is exactly the source of all the charm!! And come to think of it, it's a very unique mechanic too. The word-guessing makes the game exciting and scary (and sometimes is the key to avoiding certain death), but there's also just something about overcoming "broken" language to express your thoughts that is inherently really sweet to me. Maybe this is a wild comparison but its like that greentext thats like "bad times friend ahead...i go away but we are two of soul, i will return".

The game is also just pretty player-friendly, and the characters are all (well, mostly) really chill, so it wasnt very hard to guess most of the words too. But i will say that sometimes, you can kind of tell the nuance of the language-translation makes more sense as Japanese, so maybe that gave me a slight edge.

After playing the demo I thought this would be a really short game (like around 2-3 hrs), but I clocked in a solid 6 hours today LOL...and im still missing a few endings. Big spoiler but when MC "kills" Mr. crawling it genuinely upset me like GIRL WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL..........😭😭😭 but thank god he was fine :DD the scene where he shut himself in a closet crying because he thought the MC abandoned him 😭😭😭😭 IM SORRYYY but also like omg...😭😭😭😭 he ouppy............😭😭😭😭

ouppy 🥹🥹🥹🥹🫳🫳🫳🫳🫳👐👐👐👐😭😭😭😭😭😭

But in contrast to those heavy moments there are also points where i think the game doesn't take itself very seriously LOL so by like 3 hours in it just kind of became a really chill game :)) I love how the MC is just so ridiculously forward being like "Do you have a crush on me or something 🥺👉👈" and most of them were just like "whats that lmfao"

[justgiulia]

HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE

get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind

Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.

Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpicky—"

It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday

🎊

You didn't tell them about your birthday?!

characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Azul Ashengrotto, Grimm.

author's note: let's just pretend I didn't just post a request from almost 2 years ago 😭 I'm deeply sorry. also, I apologize for not uploading anything this month but I'm working on something big 🙏

warnings: none

Ace Trappola

For his Immediate Reaction, he is offended in the most dramatic way possible. He gasps like you’ve committed the ultimate betrayal.

Once he processes that you skipped celebrating because of an overblot situation, Ace feels a bit guilty. He won’t outright admit it, but his teasing becomes a little softer as a result.

He insists on throwing you an over-the-top, borderline ridiculous party.

“I’m talking about party hats for everyone and cake so big Grimm can’t finish it—well, maybe.”

His idea of a celebration is half a joke, but you know he’s secretly serious about making it memorable and deep down, he’s touched by how considerate you were and wants to make sure you never feel overlooked again.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is visibly upset, almost like he’s the one who forgot your birthday, feeling terrible for not realizing sooner.

“But Prefect, birthdays are important! You deserve to be celebrated!”

He gets way too worked up about making it up to you, like it’s a mission, he might also wonder if he’s a bad friend for not noticing your birthday had passed. He’ll pay more attention to your subtle hints in the future (even if you weren’t giving any).

"I won’t let this happen again. Next time, we’ll do something amazing. I swear.”

You swear his sincerity makes you feel just as guilty for not telling him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Acts unbothered on the surface but lowkey blames himself for not catching on sooner, especially since he prides himself on knowing useful details about everyone (and blackmailing them).

Azul will subtly try to make it up to you in his own way. Maybe he gives you a small but meaningful gift with a nonchalant...

“Consider this a late birthday present.”

He might tease you about this later saying something like...

“Oh, Prefect, you wouldn’t hide something as important as a birthday from us again, would you? It’s not wise to keep secrets from your allies.”

But the teasing is his way of showing he cares.

Grimm

“You didn’t even tell me, your best pal?! Unbelievable!”

He paces around the room dramatically, occasionally glaring at you with exaggerated betrayal.

As much as he tries to play it off as annoyance, it’s clear he’s genuinely hurt that you didn’t trust him with such important information.

“I live here! I’m supposed to know these things!”

His solution to everything is cake.

“Alright, let’s bake a cake right now. Wait, no—you bake the cake, and I’ll taste-test it!”

Grimm will insist on celebrating your birthday retroactively, even if it’s something small. He’ll demand a party and act like it’s all for you, but deep down, he just wants to feel like he’s making things right.

Overall, they argue over how to properly celebrate your next birthday. Ace wants chaos, Deuce wants heartfelt, Grimm just wants food, and Azul suggests something elegant but practical.

Despite their differences, they all agree on one thing: they’re not letting you keep secrets like this again. You can expect everyone to be hyperaware of your birthday next year—and they’ll make sure it’s unforgettable.

[ayukas]

r/UberEATS 21 fate is real

r/UberEATS posted by

u/sakumyaegi・16 hr. ago

i'm dating my uber eats driver!

hi reddit!

a year ago, i made a post asking for advice on whether i was in love with my uber eats driver or if i was just insane and i received tons of responses on it. well, i finally remembered to come back and update… and guess what? turns out, i wasn't as crazy as many of you thought, because i'm now dating said uber eats driver!

it's actually insane looking back at all this. i spent an entire month giggling and kicking my feet every time he delivered to me, convinced i was just a delusional customer with a ridiculous crush. but after making that reddit post, we actually talked for awhile, got to know each other and even went on our first date! >O<

fun fact: while we were talking, he actually made a reddit post about me too, trying to help me out with my problems despite saying he didn’t like me like that (i know who you are finickydriver141.)

we match each other's freak SO hard, we're basically soulmates, and i'm so so so in love with him. to everyone who told me to shoot my shot back then, thank you! and to everyone who said i was insane… my boyfriend loves setting houses on fire…

anyways, tl;dr: i was in love with my uber eats driver, he was secretly (VERY obviously) in love with me too, and now we're disgustingly happy together. fate is real :D

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u/rainsinheaven・16 hr. ago

its been one year since that post??? omg

u/back2u・16 hr. ago

congrats op!! i remember those two posts lol u guys are so cute

u/finickydriver141・15 hr. ago

i love u so so so much too

u/cooingpenguin・14 hr. ago

i wanna fall in love with a cute uber eats driver too :|

u/jendiggity・10 hr. ago

im not an uber eats driver but im cute dm me

u/rrremmm・13 hr. ago

he was definitely in love with u dude he had a whole ass account on twt dedicated to u

u/sakumyaegi・13 hr. ago

oh?

u/finickydriver141・13 hr. ago

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH U BRUH

u/creativehamster・12 hr. ago

called it from the start I KNEW HE WAS IN LOVE WITH U TOO

u/ynisafreak・10 hr. ago

genuinely cant believe ive been suffering for over a year already

u/yuwushi・10 hr. ago

same

u/ynisafreak・10 hr. ago

stop interacting with me

u/sioningz・9 hr. ago

finally omg. its sion's time to shine

u/jwisung・9 hr. ago

jisung's* time

u/yuwushi・10 hr. ago

the both of u suck. its actually YUSHI'S time

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[alwayzadorbs]

Feeling faint?

Summary: The Devildom is no place for humans, aside from being riddled with bloodthirsty demons who crave your soul. There is no such thing as the sun in the Devildom; inky darkness paints the sky, and the moon is the only constant. Naturally, you don't receive the proper nutrients you would get from the sun, no matter how infrequently you went outside in the human realm; it pales in comparison to the Devildom. Alongside that, Devildom cuisine is quite different than Human world cuisine; many of the foods here can easily kill you, and they do not give you the required balance. And when your body is starved of its essential nutrients, it begins to shut down.

Pairing: Lucifer x GN! reader

Rating: fluff, romance, 15+

Warnings: Talk of not eating enough, malnourishment, and health complications. Fainting. May be triggering.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling extremely run down over the past few weeks. It only seemed to get worse; your skin didn't look as vibrant and bore a somewhat pale complexion, no matter how much you slept, you couldn't seem to get enough rest. You'd find yourself thinking about human food more often, craving foods you normally didn't enjoy. Things high in salt intake, red meats, high protein foods. Your grip strength started getting weaker too, and you started losing a bit of weight; in general, you weren't doing so hot.

That morning, you had been getting ready to go to school, and you noticed an abnormal amount of hair just falling out. You sat there for a moment, unable to put it together. You had never paid much attention to taking your vitamins or making a point of eating healthily. You didn't have time to deal with it, so you carried on. You started to undress to put on your uniform when you noticed a difference in the mirror, observing your body and lightly pinching some loose skin.

"Have I lost a few pounds?"

At breakfast, you prodded at the food on your plate, attempting to find an appetite. You just weren't used to the odd shapes of Devildom foods, their coloring was offputting, and sometimes the smells imminating from the dish was anything but appetizing. By all means, you were hungry. but you couldn't bring yourself to swallow, nasuea building up in you. It's not always like this; there are some foods that you do genuinely enjoy, but some of them you aren't able to stomach, even with your already limited palette. Devildom food just isn't for humans; Many of the foods are poisonous to humans, and ridiculously enough, some of them are cursed.

"Not hungry? I'll eat it if you're not gonna." Beel leaned over, looking at you with pleading eyes

"Sure, why not?" you said, sliding your dish towards him.

His eyes lit up when you said yes, it made you happy to see the brothers happy, it warmed your heart. You couldn't help but compare Beel to a happy puppy when he smiled, and that smile was infectious.

You stared at the moon; It never left the sky. It held unique coloring, managing to have blue and yellow undertones while being a crisp, dirty white hue. When you stopped to think about it, it really did look like it was made of cheese. You could stare up at the moon all day; its enchanting qualities drew you in deeper every time you saw it.

"Helllloooo?? Mc? HEYYY im talkin' to ya!" A familiar voice snapped you back to reality

"Huh...? oh, uh... Sorry, Mammon i didn't hear you. Say again?" You said somewhat groggily, your voice sounding raspy.

"Geez, like, whats wrong with ya' lately? I asked ya' if ya wanted ta skip 1st period and play hooky with me, whatdya' say?!" Mammon beamed, intertwining his fingers with each other to support the back of his head while he walked.

"Mammon. dont even THINK about it." Lucifer sighed, narrowing his eyebrows.

Your legs started feeling a bit weak as you walked along, and it felt like your head was tingling a bit. Your face twisted into a look of discomfort, just subtle enough for no one, including you, to notice.

"Come on! You're no fun, Lucifer!" Mammon frowned, walking ahead of the group.

Breathing felt just a bit harder, a small amount of resistance in your chest as your lungs expanded. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as allergies or a lack of sleep.

"You idiot, I mean, what did you expect? You said that right in front of Lucifer." Satan smiled, rudely remarking.

You focused on breathing deeply. You weren't even at school yet, but you felt like you needed the day off. The laughs and bickering of the brothers faded into the background as your focus lingered on feeling better.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Sitting at your desk as the bell rang, you sigh in relief. You made it through the day; now, all you had to do was make it home.

Ding

You reached into your pockets, pulling out your D.D.D. to see who was messaging you. The bluelight of the screen strains your eyes

Lucifer:

Mc, I need extra help with Student council duties, and my brothers happen to be utterly incompetent.

Meet me in the student council room immediately.

You sighed before standing up and getting ready to tough out an extra hour of work at R.A.D. You gathered your items and walked through the halls, admiring the many portraits and paintings lining the walls.

When you arrived in the correct area, you opened the door. You weren't exactly thrilled to see the mountains of paperwork and forms on the desk; Lucifer was already hard at work.

"Hey, you need my help, Lucifer?" You rubbed your eyes, sitting down next to him

"Yes, I can't seem to break this constant stream of paperwork." He smiled. "It's quite helpful to have a capable asset around here. Thank you." he reached towards one of the multiple stacks of paperwork, sliding it towards you.

"I need you to review the expenses in the student council budget. It seems that there are a large number of unnecessary fines; Perhaps Mammon edited some things..."

"Alright, I think I can handle that. Is it always like this? you know, piles of paperwork building walls around you?" you asked, looking down at the numbers on the sheet, they jumbled in your mind.

"Mmm, unfortunately, yes. Thankfully, since you've picked up the slack my brothers won't, I'm not as swamped. This influx of paperwork has to do with an upcoming school event. Diavolo is looking forward to throwing an 'extravaganza' as he put it." He paused for a moment. "I suppose it worked out, though."

you looked up, "hm? how so?"

"Because I get to spend time with you without worrying about problem after problem. I value every second with you, even if we're doing all this paperwork."

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head.

"I'm so glad we're done!" you yawned, sitting up. "Still can't believe you do this every day, Lucifer."

You both exited the building, leisurely walking along the trail towards home. "Me neither," he chuckled.

That tingly feeling hadn't left you; You felt resistance as your lungs expanded, and your knees felt weak with every step. You matched Lucifer's pace, trying to power through it once more.

You observed your surroundings, noting the flowers and how the color seemed to saturate the longer you looked. Blinking for a moment, you tried to readjust your vision when everything started to get blurry.

"Are you okay?" Or at least thats what you thought you heard; you just couldn't quite piece together the words. "Hey, Mc."

Darkness starts to creep in, and you feel lightheaded; your knees begin to give way. You start to stumble, you think you feel yourself falling but you cant see, its all dark.

"Mc!" was that a voice? maybe. It sounded more like buzzing to you. You drifted into unconsciousness.

Lucifer would catch you, of course. He had noticed that you looked a bit 'under the weather', but he would have no idea of the extent. He understood that Humans were very fragile creatures, but he couldn't understand why you just collapsed. He had a hard time not panicking; he didn't know very much about humans, and this was HIS human. He didn't waste time securing you and calling Solomon with his D.D.D.

He wouldn't admit it, but Lucifer was scared. He didn't know what was wrong with you or if you'd be okay. He but on a front, not just for his brothers who were definitely paniced aswell, but for himself. He needed to cling to something to be calm, and he's too prideful to let it show. You were the only person he was able to really unwind around, act in ways that would usually hurt his pride. He enjoyed being able to act that way with you. Even more, he loved you and didn't want you to leave him.

When he eventually learned that the root cause of your state was simply a lack of vitamins, he felt a bit dumb but was relieved nonetheless. You'd wake up a short amount of time later, surrounded by the brothers, the angels, and Solomon.

You blinked, groggily asking, "Um...Why are you all standing at my bedside...?"

"You don't remember?" Asmo said, looking concerned

"You fainted earlier. I gave you a checkup, and it looks like you're severely lacking in some of the essential vitamins. It looks like the big ones are vitamin D and Iron deficiency, which is why you fainted." Solomon explained

"Wait, really?! I fainted?!" you blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed of all the attention.

"Yeah, sorry, I can't help but feel this is [racially my fault for not informing you to take supplements while here. It's easy to forget something like that, so I don't blame you." he smiled

"I brought you some basic supplements. let me know when you run out; please don't forget to take them, we wouldn't wnt you fainting again."

You looked around the room, locking eyes with the man who carried you towards the house of lamentation. Noting his focus, he was studying you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Later, you lay in your bed, still feeling quite terrible. A knock interrupted your thoughts, pulling you away from your la-la land.

"It's me, Lucifer. May I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in," you said, turning to see who was going to enter.

"Are you feeling any better, Mc?" Lucifer said, softly shutting the door behind him

"I still feel pretty crappy, sorry for making you carry me earlier," you said.

He sat on the mattress, "You say that as if it were a burden. I'm glad I was the one to catch you." he smirked, knowing what he does to you.

you felt your face heat up. "Thank you, Lucifer."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, reaching his hand to fix a stray strand of your hair that fell out of place near your bangs. "Can I get you water? Are you thirsty?"

"That's alright, you don't have to do that. You can just keep me company."

You shifted your position on the bed, scooting over towards the wall. "Will you hold me? I'm tired." You said, reaching your arms towards him.

Lucifer paused before saying, "I suppose, if that'll make you feel better."

He'd embrace you with a firm grip, the scent of his soft cologne infiltrating your nose. He smelled a bit like brandy, a warm scent that lulled you into safety. You practically melted into his touch, not daring to break the moment's bliss by opening your eyes. You shifted toward the bed, pulling Lucifer down with you.

He laughed, freeing his top arm from the hug to stroke your hair. "I'm glad that you're alright," Lucifer uttered.

You opened your eyes, peering into Lucifer's handsome ruby eyes. Youd stare into them often, but this time his face was flush. He seemed to be a bit embarrassed. "Hm? Were you worried about me?"

He looked away for a moment, "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"Spell what out...?" you grinned, hoping to make him say it.

Lucifer scoffed. "Since you want me to say it so badly..." he paused "I was worried. I didn't want to lose you. Because I love you."

"I love you too!" You said, nuzzling your head into his chest

"But you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

"I'll always worry about you, as long as you're my little lamb."

[imjustdreamingig]

Jesus, what's a girl to do?

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin meddles, Steve is clueless, and you're freaking out. So a regular day.

A/N: i genuinely have no idea where this came from, i legit posted the first part like 2 years ago. but I guess I want to start actually writing more? idk! we shall see. anyways, this fic stems from my (occasional) exhaustion to shy!reader and i'm basing this more on how horrifically i acted around the guys i would like even tho i consider myself an extrovert. enjoy whatever this is??? and lmk if u want a part 3! also this is not proof read so bear w me

warnings: sfw, swearing, uhhh i think that's it???

You were screwed. Absolutely, terribly, fucking screwed.

You were also very angry at your mother, giving her a glare every time she glanced your way at the dinner table. She merely gave you a wink in return, not understanding the true implications of her actions.

"So, Steve," your mom began as she cut a bit of the chicken on her plate, "you play basketball, right? Is that something you want to keep doing in university?" This time, you openly stared at your mom, trying to telepathically convey that you would literally kill her if she kept talking. You haven't made up your mind if you're joking or not.

Steve cleared his throat, "Yeah, I do, I'd say I'm pretty good at it, too. Wherever I end up going, I'll probably join their team for fun." He turned to you after taking a bite of his meal, smirking. "You like basketball too, right?"

You choked on your water, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. You looked at Steve properly for practically the first time that night, but your voice never wavered. "No, not really, why?"

He turned back to his food, amusement gracing his voice. "Well, I see you and Robin sitting together at every game, even the away ones, so I just assumed." If your face could sport a visible blush, you knew it would be a bright red, hot, mess.

"Well, I- I get dragged by Robin because she doesn't like sitting alone or going to random schools by herself like, half an hour away. Do you even watch the news? Girls by themselves are basically the perfect bait for random kidnappings and stuff, especially girls in high school, like I mean the statistics for-"

"Y/N" You're rambling is halted by your mother's voice. Steve is looking at you in bemusement. You are contemplating death. The situation is not looking good.

"Could you grab me some water from the kitchen, with ice," your mother said with a strained smile, holding out her glass. You grab it and push your chair out. "Sure, yeah," you replied. As you made your way to the kitchen, your mind replays the last hour of the events that have transpired, wondering what you could've possibly done in your past life to deserve this.

How could your own mother, the woman who birthed you, ask the hottest guy in your grade if he wanted to stay for dinner and not consult you first, all whilst knowing you had the most ridiculous crush on the guy.

Betrayed by the ones closest to you. This is probably how Julius Caesar felt.

After overcoming your initial shock, and lets face it, mortification of being paired up with Steve for your English project, you attempted to the best of your abilities to push down your feelings and remain professional in order to actually work on the project and make sure you got an A. Your grades would not suffer over a stupid crush on a stupid boy, that's where you drew the line. Unfortunately, this plan was not working out so well.

It was actually failing, horrifically at that.

It had been about a month since the semester started and the project had been assigned—a complex analysis of a classic book of your choice and how that particular novel has inspired the creation of others and advanced its genre. You had to write a collaborative essay to hand in to your teacher, as well as create an interactive presentation for your classmates explaining your chosen novel.

This was all due at the end of the semester and you'd be given no in class time to work on it since you had an ample amount time to work on it outside of school. It would also replace the need for a final exam, which was great news. When your teacher had explained the project, you were ecstatic, knowing exactly what book you wanted to do: Pride and Prejudice.

Then, you remembered who you had to do the project with, this huge, daunting, complex, project, where you would need to interact with your partner in close proximity for an extended period of time. You felt faint.

Steve, in his defence, had tried to approach you on multiple occasions to try and figure out when you two should meet to try and start the project. But, obviously, whenever you saw so much as a glimpse of him in the hallway, you would make yourself scarce.

The only time he would actually be able to talk to you was in your shared English class. Robin was beginning to go crazy at your increasingly outlandish excuses as to why you couldn't meet up with Steve after school in order to work on your project.

"Oh sorry, my mom needs my help on some stuff tonight."

"I have to take my brother to soccer practice."

"I can't today, I have an eye doctor appointment."

"My dog actually needs to go to the vet, she's sick, sorry."

"My family and I are going on a road trip this weekend, so I'm not free."

"My sister broke her leg uh— skiing, and she needs help writing stuff for school."

"Funny story, Robin has a crazy ex thats trying to get her to meet up with him again, and I have to help her slash their tires and like, do girl stuff, it's personal, so I'm not free, maybe next week though?"

That last excuse is what caused Robin to snap. She knew that Steve knew that you were making shit up, Robin has never even been in a relationship, let alone have an ex. Also, you didn't even have a sister, what gives!

You also had no clue exactly how close the pair had gotten due to working together at the video store and that she'd told Steve she was into girls. Therefore, like the great best friend she was, Robin decided it was time she intervened, for everyones sake really, but mostly yours.

"God," you sighed, "I never thought I would be so into arms, like not the huge, bulging one, you know? All veiny and red, that just scares me, hello, his are just ones that are like slightly defined, but have a very obvious outline of muscle, like I can tell he's strong, and fuck, his biceps, is it bad that I want to like, bite them? Because every time I look and him and he's fixing his hair I just keep getting this urge to—wait where are you going? Robin? Ok, OK! I'll stop, I promise! Come back!"

If Robin had to hear another anecdote about how you wanted to bite his arms, she was going to puke.

Your continuous blabbering about how good Steve's hair looked or how good those jeans looked on him and your inability to have one proper conversation with him or stay in the same room as him for longer than two minutes was making her go insane. She couldn't take it anymore.

So, Robin devised a plan, which one day she was sure you would thank her for—hopefully.

First, she inconspicuously made sure that you had nothing planned for Thursday night, already knowing you were free but wanting to double check that no random stuff had come up.

Then, she called your mom, who absolutely adored Robin. She told her about your situation and how if she did nothing, your infatuation for Steve was literally going to give her an aneurysm. Robin would tell you that she wanted to hang out Thursday night so you would get ready, but instead of her showing up, it would be Steve.

Not surprisingly, your mom agreed to Robin's crazy plan. She thought it was about time you got a boyfriend. You had already talked about Steve so much to her anyways, but any time she would tell you to just try talking to the guy, you vehemently refused.

"Mom, are you insane, I'm not going to do that," you scoffed as if literally just having a conversation with another person was the most insane idea in the world.

"Mija, how else are you supposed to get to know people if you can't speak to them? Besides, you never seem to have a problem talking back to me whenever we have an argument," you mom shrugged as she continued folding the laundry you were helping her with.

"Oh come on," you sighed exasperatedly, "that's not the same thing and you know it."

"I'm just saying, by the looks of it, I don't think I'll be a grandmother."

"Mom, what, hello!?"

Getting Steve to show up at your house was easier than Robin thought. She conveniently told him right before the beginning of their shift on Thursday that you'd told Robin that they should all get together at your house to finally get started on the project. Robin smiled a bit wider than necessary when Steve enthusiastic agreed to go.

When Robin gave Steve your address and told him that she would be over a little later because she left some stuff at her house, that no, she didn't need a ride and that no, she was fine walking, Steve was none the wiser to her actual plan.

As Robin saw Steve pull out of her driveway and making his way to your house, she gave herself a mental pat on the back and started thinking about what movie she should watch after dinner, knowing that the school day tomorrow would be very entertaining.

When Steve rang your doorbell, he was still clueless about the real intentions of Robin's plan, but when you opened the door and he saw your eyes go wide and your mouth drop slightly open, almost as if you weren't expecting to see him, something clicked in his head.

This was going to be fun.

[luiluvr]

more than life || luigi mangione

this is based off of this request! the ending </3 i hope someone gets the reference ^_^ and inspired by more than life bc i love glaive sm

WARNINGS: mostly fluff, ending is a bit suggestive ;) not completely proofread sorry it's a little short lol, i'm working on some longer fics atm !!

SUMMARY: Luigi has a bad dream about you leaving him for one of his friends, you wake him after hearing him crying beside you and he tells you what happened. You reassure him that you'll never leave and cuddle him close.

WC: 1.1k

Sleep at night was always rough for Luigi, not by his own choice. 

You’d notice his jitters and quick breaths as he tried to find comfort in the mattress beneath you both. Tonight seemed nicer than most, he finally got to rest, his long lashes extended from his closed eyelids and his breaths were calm – he looked so peaceful. You’d gone out to hang out with a group of mutual friends that day, everything was genuinely a lot of fun, Luigi enjoyed himself – so did you.

Well, you thought he did.

For Luigi, he was pretty insecure about one of his friends, specifically this one. Martin was a smooth guy, so cheerful, interactive and overall just an outgoing person. Sure, Luigi liked going out, exploring, socializing, but sometimes keeping up was more difficult than he led on.

He knew his back pains were inconvenient for you, he couldn’t do all the things you wished to and it really annoyed him – especially knowing how open Martin was about doing the same things you dreamt of doing with Luigi. Sometimes it was painfully obvious how he moved in on you, but you were a little oblivious to it; (and so deeply in love with Luigi.)

Luigi struggled to see the love some days.

Today was that day.

So vividly he dreamed, seeing those broad shoulders, his friend’s stronger build and those arms wrapped around you. He could see the genuine joy in your eyes as you looked at him. “I’m sorry Lu, I just don’t think we’re right for each other.” You said so sweetly despite the knives in each word.

Even if it was a dream; his mind did a damn good job of making it seem like real life – he hated that he couldn’t distinguish reality from a dream and it was bothering him terribly. “I just think we’re both better off this way…” You would never say that, right?

“No, no, you love me.” He says – barely above a regular whisper. Your head tilts, you give him the most heartbreaking yet loving smile he’s ever seen. “I do love you, I really do, Lu,” That voice broke him in a million pieces, he could feel his tear ducts swell with tears that fought hard to stream down his freckled-cheeks. “but I think I want to try something else.” 

He watched you, he didn’t know what truly happened after the fact, because you walked away, down the street; and like some cliché film - rain fell down, soaking his hair and mixing with his tears. 

You heard sniffles, shivering as though someone were crying. It was a few minutes of listening before you realized it was Luigi who was crying in bed beside you. Slowly, you reach over and flick on a lamp, then turn over in bed and gently shake his shoulder.

“Lu?” You whisper. He shifted ever so slightly,

“Luigi.” you repeated. He let out a soft groan, coming to, finding he wasn’t being abandoned by you, he was in the dim-lit room and accompanied by you. “Y/N…” He murmurs, rolling over to huddle up against you, it caught you off guard how clingy he suddenly was. 

“What’s wrong?”

He was so, so very embarrassed. He didn’t want to tell you that he was insecure – he didn’t want to admit he was so attached to you that something as dumb as a dream made him sob like a big baby. You take his head in your arms and gaze over his swollen eyes, “You can tell me anything, honey.” You say softly to him, brushing your fingers through his faintly tangled curls. 

“I had a dream,” he started, trying to catch his breath. “That you left me for someone else.”

You frown, it was a ridiculous thought on its own because you would never leave him. Definitely not for someone else either. “Luigi,” you hum, kissing his forehead softly. He lays his head on your chest and sniffles again. “It’s okay sweetheart, you know I would never leave you, right? Nothing and no one would ever make me even think about breaking up with you. You’re everything to me.”

He smiled weakly, looking up at you. You very carefully used your thumbs to wipe his cheeks of tears, then cup his face and trace over his stubble. “I love you so much, Luigi.” You say before planting a kiss on his pouty lips. He melts and kisses you back, his smile curving up more. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” He murmurs.

“You didn't, baby.”

“It was so real, it scared me.”

You lean back on the pillows and bring him with you, holding him close. He nuzzles against your breast and exhales out all of his worries. “I’ve got you, Lu. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

He opens an eye to look back at you. For a bit you lay in silence, cradling the taller male. He’s all cozied up beside you. Your eyes had fallen shut, in hopes sleep would be easier for the two of you tonight.

Then his voice softly perked up. “I need you more than life, amore mio.” He says quietly. "Seriously, I don't think I could live without you. I think if I ever lost you I'd just die." You shake your head and hold him closer, still cuddled close. "Good thing you're never losing me."

“You know what would make me feel better?” He asks.

"What is it?"

He leans up and crawls over your body, his smirk becoming a grin. "If you could remind me how much you love me." He states suggestively. 

“Oh Lu, you’re such a little shit.” You chuckle. "You know I love you, I tell you all the time."

He kisses you, cupping your smaller face in his large palm. “Yeah, I know.” He says as he kisses along your cheek, up to the base of your neck, and he softly bites your earlobe. “I just wanna make sure no one ever makes you feel the way I do.”

“Nobody can, my dear." You state, he got a little more confident in kissing down to your collarbones, placing a big kiss right in the middle of them. 

“So you won’t be leaving me?”

“No. God, no. Never.”

Luigi smiles, “Promise me, and sign the contract.” He says, gesturing to his lips.

“Seriously? This again?” He was obsessed with some movie on Netflix called Hit Man, you introduced him to it. In the film, he had her under the impression he was a hitman, and for their relationship to work out they had to keep it under the radar, she would tell him to sign the contract by kissing her lips.

“C’mon, I liked that movie.”

“Fair enough,” you say, kissing him to “seal the deal.”

He liked the ending the most.

“Anywhere else I need to sign?” 

“Maybe....If you don't mind,” Luigi smirks, “you’ll just have to get on your knees f’me.”

[lovelytsunoda]

club tropicana | lando norris

summary: on an all inclusive holiday in ibiza, y/n finds herself falling head over feet for the charming british barman

pairing: bartender!lando norris x female! reader

warnings: reader has some crappy former friends, please do not get into a car with a barman at a shitty three star spanish resort (lowkey inspired by my 'benidorm' rewatch), cameos from carlos and fernando, im so sorry that this took me literally a month and a half to write.

club tropicana drinks are free / fun and sunshine, its enough for everyone all that's missing is the sea / but don't you worry, you can suntan

the sun beat down on the resort-goers, reflecting off the chlorinated water in the swimming pool. sunbeds were arranged around the large body of water. swimmers in the pool sat on mosaic stools underwater to order drinks at the swim up bar.

she was supposed to be on this trip with her friends. well, some friends they were. ending a friendship over text with about six weeks left in her second-to-last university semester before graduation.

and so she had gone alone, to the most affordable three-and-a-half star resort in ibiza. truth be told, she hadn't wanted to go to the party island in the first place. if she didn't leave the resort, it wouldn't even matter.

bookmarking her page, she sat her copy of dark sacred night down on the sunbed and strode towards the pool. the pool was crowded, but the swim-up seats at the bar were, unfortunately, the easiest way to get a drink at the resort.

she took a deep breath and ducked below the water, swimming over to where the bar was. she liked being underwater. all her senses were dulled, and the noise of the real world seemed to fade away.

"one vodka orange, please." her voice was quieter than intended when she sat down at the bar, and for a moment she worried that the barman couldn't hear her.

"coming right up, love." the barman was british, with a mop of curly hair and a pale yellow resort shirt that had the name 'lando' embroidered over the heart. he winked at her as he got the vodka down from a shelf behind the bar and began to mix her drink.

lando wasn't oblivious to the understated beauty of the girl in front of him, water running down her soft skin and dipping into the curve between her breasts. her wide, gentle eyes. the way the orange fabric of her swimsuit hugged her curves.

she was wearing a one-piece, a rarity in ibiza.

"so," he asks, setting the drink down in front of her. "what brings you to spain"?

he always asks, even if he doesn't care. but one thing he's noticed since he started working behind the bar is that everybody has something to say, and sometimes they just need a stranger to say it too.

kind of like the characters in that old billy joel song, the one about the piano and the man at the bar making love to his tonic and gin.

and she doesn't know what it is about lando that put her so at ease, but suddenly shes talking and talking and can't make it stop and now he knows all about the three years of friendships she forged at university and how all she had to show for it were two refunded ryanair flights and a text message saying that they 'needed space' and 'our friendship will not be continuing at this time' with no explanation of what she had done to push them away in the first place.

funny that.

"does that sound ridiculous?" she cringed. "it sounds really silly now that i've said it out loud."

"people come to ibiza for dumber reasons. i worked in benidorm for two years, and you should see the train wrecks that come through there." lando laughed, leaning against the tiled bar. "you're better off without them, if you ask me. they sound very catty."

"catty is saying it nicely." she laughed along, sipping her vodka orange.

talking with lando was easy. more so, it seemed like he genuinely cared, and that he wanted to listen. it had been a long time since she had felt like anyone wanted to listen to her. even still, the voices in her head were getting harsher and harsher.

"what are your plans for later?" lando asked, head cocked to the side. "i've got this friend, he owns a party boat company."

"lando, i'm not getting on a spanish party boat with a man i hardly know." she cringed, stomach flip-flopping. had she gotten the total wrong idea about him? he seemed like the kind of guy who would know just about everybody in ibiza, and probably half of benidorm as well. "does anything that i've just told you make you think that i would literally at all be interested?

lando raised his eyebrows. "you didn't let me finish, love. he also does nighttime stargazing tours. that far out on the water, there's nothing in the way of you, the sky and the stars. i thought that was much more up your alley. i could take you tonight if you wanted to."

she felt a pit in her stomach and cursed herself for jumping to conclusions. for a moment, the barman had looked genuinely hurt, right now, though, he looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, and expression that inevitably made her cave.

after all, she was on vacation.

and here she was, waiting in the lobby of the hotel in a low cut black halter dress. she'd done her makeup, which was a rarity. she was tempted to turn her location tracker on, but wondered who she would share it with. she could always tell the woman working reception to call her at a set time, and then the police if she didn't answer, she supposed.

lando pulled up outside in a little fiat 500, looking dapper in a collared shirt. his hair was visibly caked in gel, and he smelled like expensive cologne.

far more expensive than a barman should have been able to afford.

"are you ready for the night of your life, milady?"

she fought the blush, looking at his extended arm. no doubt he wanted her to link her arm through his. and they said that romance was dead.

"take it away, bartender."

the fiat should have felt cramped, but instead felt cozy. spanish synthpop music played on the radio, something uplifting and calming as lando drove through the cobbled ibiza streets. she looked out the window in wonder, eyes wide as the city nightlife passed them by.

all too soon, they had arrived at the dock, and lando was speaking rapid-fire spanish to another man who was leaning through the window. they laughed, and the spaniard clapped lando on the shoulder before taking a small handful of bills from him.

the barman stepped out of the fiat, crossing around the car to open her door and help her out of the little hatchback car.

"your carriage awaits." he grinned, cocking his head in the direction of the boat. "come on, i got us the best seats."

on the boat, an older dj was playing a wham! record, 'club tropicana' blaring out over the sound system.

"when does the bar open?" she asked quietly. "i'm craving something."

"in about twenty minutes, as soon as we leave port." lando replied, resting his hands on her waist. "in the meantime, can i tempt you to a dance?"

ah, why the hell not?

"hey, fernando," lando started before rattling off something in spanish. the dj nodded once before changing the record on his turntable.

spanish synthpop.

lando took her hands in his, pulling her closer for a spirited dance, his hips swinging back and forth with abandon. she fought the urge to burst out laughing as she let him pull her close. the sun was dipping low over the horizon, and down at the dock the deckhands were getting ready to leave port.

but with lando's hands burning into her skin as he lead her in something that might have vaguely resembled the tango, she had forgotten all about the fact that she was on a stargazing cruise, not a latin dance boat.

she only realized the song was over when the audience that had gathered around her and lando had started to clap. red faced and blushing, she dropped lando's hands and shyly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"i think im ready for that drink now."

lando beamed, resting his hand in the small of her back. "of course, sweetheart. vodka orange?"

"you know me so well."

lando effortlessly slid behind the bar, hands flying as he grabbed glasses and bottles and shakers. she leaned against the bar, chin in her hand as she watched him work, muscles rippling in his forearms underneath the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt.

he winked at her as he passed her the glass. by now, the sun had fully dipped below the horizon, and if one craned their neck up, they would be able to see a glimmering landscape of stars, uninterrupted by the muted lights on the boat.

lando came to stand behind her, his hands resting on her waist, protectively holding her body to his.

"so, be honest, this just made your trip a whole lot better, didn't it?"

despite herself, she laughed, relaxing into his touch. "yeah, it really did. thank you, lando."

"wait," he started, hand moving to her chin. "my job isn't quite done yet."

"what are you-"

she didn't get a chance to finish as the barman touched his lips to hers. they were soft. way softer than any barman's lips should be, well taken care of like the rest of the brit in front of her. she fell, no, tumbled into the kiss, feeling herself falling faster with every second that they spent lip-locked.

and she knew that there was no way that barman wasn't coming home with her. who needs return flights anyways? maybe she could just stay in ibiza and snog him for the rest of her her working life.

for now, though, she'd just settle with getting him into her hotel room.

[ironunderstands]

These Aventurine, Topaz and Jade comparisons are getting out of hand…

As much as I adore both of them, I think it’s very disingenuous to compare Aventurine and Topaz’s lore and be like “but they are the same!!!! If people like Aventurine and dislike Topaz that’s just misogyny!!! and like… no?

Topaz’s whole thing is that she doesn’t know the extent of the IPC’s evil, and believes that what she’s doing is genuinely the right thing to do. Even if she never had a choice in joining the IPC, she (incorrectly) believes what they did to her and her planet is justified, logical and moral, and for those reasons she stands with them. Part of this is likely IPC brainwashing, as she was probably very young when she became an indentured servant to them, and someone living on a planet on the brink of destruction would likely view anyone who stepped up to save them as heroes (imo the IPC likely waited for the point of no return to establish contact so her people had no other choice to except).

However Topaz got best end of the proverbial stick, her planet and its people were deemed useful by the IPC, and didn’t fight back, even if in the end they were still exploited.

Unfortunately, we have seen through Boothill, Belabog and Aventurine what happens when that isn’t the case.

Boothill’s planet got bombed and people genocided because they had a resource useful to the IPC, but were unwilling to cooperate with them or hand over their home, so the IPC decided to eradicate them.

Belabog had a debt owed to the IPC that was ridiculously high and very unfair to expect them to pay back, and had Topaz not convinced the higher ups to give them some time (which she got demoted for), the IPC would have taken Belabog by force

That leaves us with Aventurine, whose story is in no way on the same level of bad as Topaz’s. Unlike her, he has witnessed and experienced firsthand the truly awful shit the IPC can do.

They took custody of Sigonia and promised to offer the Avgin aid in their fight against the Katacans, at the very least protect them from harm. (Sidenote, since the IPC held control over Sigonia, they should have stopped the fighting in the first place). However, they simply stood by and did nothing, resulting in the deaths of around 6,000 Avgin, with around 3,000 went missing (or injured, I don’t remember, either way it’s bad).

But wait! It gets worse! Aventurine when he was still known as Kakavasha referred to the IPC as “the men in black/the men in black suits”, and his first master says he bought Aventurine from “the men in black/the men in black suits”, likely mocking the way he referred to them. Therefore THE IPC TOOK PART AND LIKELY EVEN CREATED A FUCKING SLAVE TRADE IN SIGONIA

Look being made into an indentured servant isn’t fun, but idk personally I’d take that any day of the week OVER BEING ENSLAVED

That’s not even to mention how horrible of a reputation Sigonian’s have in the galaxy, one likely spread by/resulting from the IPC themselves, as at least on Aventurines planet they do not have the mobility to make a name for themselves. (Honestly it’s a mini theory of mine that Aventurines scam is what partly contributed to this reputation, and his status as a slave is something the IPC conveniently left out in their broadcast about it-)

But, you might be saying, didn’t Aventurine have a choice to join the masked fools and leave the IPC, isn’t he free now? And to that I say, it’s complicated.

Considering the amount of suicidal shit Aventurine has done while being part of the IPC, he clearly hasn’t been having a fun time as a member of one, so why does he stick around, especially with the Fools invite? Even if he was a slave, does that absolve him of the crimes he’s committing now? What could justify his actions?

Revenge, plan and simple.

This is going to delve into some spoiler territory for the end of the Penacony 2.2 quest, something which I didn’t feel like mentioning earlier because I’m sorry but everyone and their mother already knows Boothill’s lore. Now, let’s get into it.

Aventurine accepts Jades offer to join the IPC, and when he becomes a Stoneheart, the first thing he asks about is the fate of the Avgin, to which he then learns that besides him, they are all dead. You see, from birth Kakavasha was pushed onto a pedestal as the savior of the Avgin, but now that there are no more Avgin to save, his primary motivator in becoming a Stoneheart (beyond not being enslaved anymore) is gone.

So what does he do now?

Simple, try to kill the motherfuckers behind it.

That’s why he takes on such risky gambles still, and why he wagers and wants Diamond to promote him to rank p46. The higher Aventurine gets the closer he gets to his goal of taking down the IPC for good.

Which is why his meeting with Boothill is so meaningful. I think Boothill is going to “kidnap” him and together they are gonna take down the wicked bitch that is Oswaldo Schneider for his literal crimes against humanity.

Mark my words, an IPC downfall is going to happen, and I think Topaz, Aventurine, Boothill and Ratio are going to be at the forefront of it.

However, Topaz and Ratio (and by extension the rest of the galaxy) have to learn/realize the true horrors of the IPC (although I can sense Ratio doesn’t really like them, and he’s learned a lot from Aventurine, I doubt he knows the full extent of the situation or is in any way happy about it). Therefore? Topaz mental breakdown arc? Ratio lore? PLEASE??!? The IP3 compliment one another so well and god I can’t wait for that to come to fruition.

I really want to see a Topaz and Ratio centered story leading up to an IPC smackdown, and I think we are gonna learn a lot more about how shitty they are in the later half of 2.2 and in 2.3 when the interlude and Jades release arrive.

As for the aforementioned Jade, she’s gonna need a Aventurine squared amount of trauma or reasoning behind her actions to seem in any way sympathetic, because right now she just seems like an evil bitch (in a semi good way, I will always respect the commitment to the bit) who loves her job and would make Machiavelli weep over how hard her ends are trying to justify her means.

[hotvintagepoll]

Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh (Fire Over England, That Hamilton Woman)—That's a whole lot of beautiful in one on screen couple, and since both were stage actors they played passionate so well

William Powell and Myrna Loy (The Thin Man films)—i know they will have been submitted already but What If They Haven't Been!!!! the screen couple so hot together that people assumed they were married in real life! they match each others snark and dry deliveries SO well, theyre so married i still keep them tucked away in my mind as The Bar of established couples for movies. its also THEIR season rn new years is THE season for the thin man so a vote for loy-powell is a vote for love

This is round 3 of a mini tournament. Each poll lasts for three days. If you'd like to send additional propaganda supporting your favorite hot couple, you can reblog this post with your propaganda added, send it to my asks, or tag me in it. To vote in all the polls, click here. Happy holidays!

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Olivier and Leigh:

Loy and Powell:

William Powell and Myrna Loy from The Thin Man series. Glamorous and witty, with the banter of a will they or won't they couple combined with the mischievous affection of the happily married. And they're detectives!

They're ridiculously in love with each other, genuinely enjoy spending time together, respect each other, and just look at them:

He's dapper! She's gorgeous! Asta is adorable! They're simply the best!

Nick & Nora Charles, my pre-Code LOVES. Wikipedia describes them in one line as a couple who enjoy “copious drinking and flirtatious banter,” and they’re right for that.

Myrna Loy and William Powell, their delight in each other on screen makes me deliriously happy every time I watch them. I’ll even watch the later Thin Man movies, even if they aren’t great, just for those two flirting and smirking knowingly at each other. Watching them as Nick and Nora, you just know those characters really enjoy being with each other more than anyone else.

They had sizzling chemistry, and their real life friendship meant that they actually enjoyed being around each other, and it showed on screen.

I know I'm probably not the only one suggesting them, but I HAVE to nominate my favorite on-screen duo: Myrna Loy and William Powell. The chemistry between them has rarely been equaled; they're like the fun, cool couple that's clearly in love without ever being obnoxious about it. I love all of their movies so much, but my favorites are the Thin Man Series, Libeled Lady, Love Crazy, and I Love You Again. Obviously, I'm not alone, seeing as they had 13 movies together. Also, them+Asta? True double income, no kids goals.

(I know other people will be saying this but One Must Be Sure). MYRNA LOY and WILLIAM POWELL. From The Thin Man (1934), After the Thin Man (1936), and all the other Thin Man movies etc. They're just so into each other in such an equitable way, they push each others buttons and tease each other while drinking like fishes and solving mysteries and it's REALLY HOT. They both always had a twinkle in their eyes and adorably wrinkled their noses at each other.

Myrna Loy and William Powell, who are both life goals and wife goals simultaneously. The ultimate gender envy couple.

[sanguineterrain]

hii this is my first time requesting sth so i hope its okay. what about spencer dating a reader who is asexual or takes a long time to be comfortable with intimacy but people are always asking if he’s getting any and reader feels like she isn’t enough

if not that’s totally fine thank u anyways

(this isn’t self indulgent wdym)

Thanks for requesting lovely. you are definitely not alone in feeling this way 🩷

fem!reader. you feel insecure after derek makes a harmless joke about how often you and spencer meet for lunch

****

Spencer forgets to eat lunch.

It's just a fact. He doesn't always forget, but he forgets enough for you to meet him for lunch when you can or shoot him a reminder text.

Today, you have a day off, so you decide to visit. Spencer tells you he'll meet you at the entrance so you don't have to go through security and get a visitor's badge. You think it's a little ridiculous that you have to do that every time, but according to Spencer, it doesn't take much time at all for people to become a danger to others and themselves.

Not that I think you would do that! he's always quick to add. You adore him.

He gets off the elevator with Agent Morgan. You watch as they approach and Morgan sees you, then claps Spencer's shoulder.

"Oh, so this is where you disappear to for lunch," he says, wrinkling Spencer's shirt. You can tell Spencer notices right away and is mildly annoyed. He shrugs his friend off.

"What're you talking about?" Spencer asks, pursing his lips.

Agent Morgan grins. "How many lunches out do you need, Reid? Seems like you're always forgetting food. 'S not like you."

Spencer looks at him, brows furrowed. "I need one a day, according to the general medical opinion. And my lunch breaks aren't that long."

You suddenly feel queasy.

"Uh-huh." Agent Morgan just grins that sly grin. "Don't be too long. Have fun, you kids."

You walk out. Agent Morgan goes the opposite direction of where you parked your car. Spencer's warm hand squeezes your arm affectionately.

"Hi," he says. "I actually brought lunch today, I just wanted to eat with you, so I lied and told everyone that I don't have lunch so we can be alone."

"Sweet of you." You voice is thin.

"Are you okay?"

You try to keep walking, but hello! Behavior analyst boyfriend alert. Spencer gently tugs you to stop and face him.

"What's wrong?" he asks, forehead crinkled in concern. "Your voice has a tremor."

"Did you tell Agent Morgan that we have sex during your lunch breaks?" you ask, folding your arms.

"What? No, I don't—no!"

"Because I know I've been making you wait, Spencer, and I know I keep saying I'll be ready at some point, but it's really shitty if you're telling people that I stop by just to give you head in your car or something."

Spencer's mouth opens and closes a couple of times in genuine, horrified shock, like when he'd found you hunched over the toilet in pain months ago during a bad stomach flu, and you realize then that you're way off the mark.

How could you think that? Of course Spencer wouldn't do that to you.

"Spencer, I'm—"

"I would never say or imply that. I don't even—I'm not mad or resentful of the fact that we haven't had sex, okay? I wouldn't care if you never wanted to have sex. I don't date you because I'm hoping to 'hit it and quit it.'"

You both cringe at his choice of words. Spencer sighs. "Okay, never using that phrase again. But it's true. I'm not waiting you out, and I'm definitely not talking about us having or not having sex to anyone at work." He shudders. "My living nightmare."

"I'm sorry. You're right, you wouldn't say that. I know you wouldn't. You wouldn't tell people even if we were having sex."

Spencer shakes his head emphatically. "Of course not."

Of course not.

"Then why did Agent Morgan imply that we were leaving to do it on your lunch break?" you ask unhappily.

"He was implying that we were sneaking off to have sex?" Spencer asks. "Are you sure?"

You frown. "Yeah, Spencer. He was teasing you about taking long lunches and always going out with me because..."

He nods in understanding. "Oh. That's... weird. Okay. I'll tell him not to say that stuff. I'll say that it bothers me."

You rub your arms self-consciously and turn your body away from Spencer. "It's not that weird for him to think, though. I do stop by a lot. And you're a young guy. Other guys your age probably visit their girlfriends during lunch and do that."

Spencer raises his eyebrows. "That seems excessive. And risky. And highly unsanitary. And uncomfortable. And—"

"Okay." You laugh a little. "I get it, Spencer. You're not like other guys."

"Story of my life."

"I guess I'm not really like other girls either," you say. "Having sex on your lunch break is probably more normal than dating for six months and never having sex."

Spencer frowns. "There's no such thing as normal. There's socially accepted behavior and opinion and laws and a bunch of made up crap that a lot of people are too afraid to challenge. I'm about the furthest from normal that you can get."

Your mouth flattens. "You're not bad, though."

"Exactly!" Spencer kisses your cheek, startling you. He doesn't often initiate kisses, preferring to show affection in his own way. You don't mind when he does kiss you though.

"Exactly," he says. "And neither are you. I doubt that how you feel about sex is so unusual. But even if it was, it wouldn't make a difference to me. It's how you feel, and I respect it. If I had a problem with it, we wouldn't be dating."

You glance down the block, at the building entrance. "But people might talk."

"Derek wouldn't," Spencer says firmly. "He jokes, but he would respect this if I told him to."

"It's not him, Spence, it's just..." You shake your head. "I've hit a stumbling block with every guy I've dated because they thought I was a prude, a tease, frigid. One guy said I needed shock therapy."

"I don't think that," he says softly. "I don't think any terrible things about you for feeling this way."

"No? You haven't tried to profile me based on my aversion to intimacy?"

Spencer's face scrunches with sadness. "No. You're my girlfriend, not a suspect. This isn't something I have to diagnose. I love you. I like spending time with you. Please don't think that I don't have the capacity to know what I want in a relationship. You don't have to be suspicious of me. I have nothing to hide about how I feel."

"People might think something's wrong with you for dating me," you say.

Spencer shrugs. "So what? People already think something's wrong with me. Doesn't mean they're right. I currently hold the record for the longest relationship in the BAU, besides Hotch. I'm the winner."

You sigh. Everything you throw at Spencer about how he should run while he can, he has a response for.

You might just give up and keep on letting him love you without any strings attached.

"Have I convinced you?" he asks. "I'm really good at debating."

"No kidding," you say. "I'm surprised you didn't become a lawyer."

"Hotch says there's still time." Spencer smiles. "Wanna go to that Thai place three blocks from here?"

Spencer loves the Thai place. It's one of his safe restaurants. You like it too, mostly because of how much Spencer likes it. And you trust his recommendations. He always checks the health inspection grade before eating somewhere.

"Don't you have lunch?"

"I have a peanut butter sandwich in my desk and I'll probably stay late. It'll keep."

"Okay." You lean in and kiss Spencer. He responds immediately, stroking your cheek with his thumb. The tenderness overwhelms you.

"You're really nice," you whisper.

"You deserve a nice boyfriend," he says. "And Chicken Satay. I'll get you both."

You link your arm with his as you begin to walk.

"Is six months really the record?"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it."

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There was nothing endearing to him about you when you first met.

You were annoying, never took anything seriously.

If it wasn’t for his friends liking you he would have blown you to smithereens a long time ago.

Unfortunately for his pride that gave you a lot of time to cut through his personality.

He’d still go red when you came into a room and said something so out of pocket and dumb

Only cause he couldn’t stand how you smiled so brightly at everyone.

Why couldn’t you do that for him? Hm?

He shortly realized its cause he doesn’t really give you much to smile about. Until he starts blabbering out of nervousness about how “you’re not even that bad.”

He’s in a tough spot, because if he leaves you be, you stop talking to him. But if he approaches you, he ends up saying something dumb that you use against him.

It’s all in good fun to you and everyone else. But he doesn’t really take it that way at first.

Damnit.

The Bakusquad noticed all of this. And in his opinion we’re only making it worse.

Ensuring you’d always spend time alone together.

Once Kirishima invited both of you to study, then left to go to the bathroom.

For 2 hours.

And the entire time Bakugo couldn’t get a straight sentence out.

He tried. But he stumbled over trying to help you on the homework and embarrassed himself. Not like he’d admit it.

Of course you made it a joke.

While he was thinking of something else to say you were genuinely worried that you hurt his feelings.

So you shut up too.

So it was two idiots that were trying to look like they weren’t looking at each other.

Until he kicked your foot under the table.

“Why’re you so quiet?”

You say you didn’t want to annoy him. And he scoffed like that was ridiculous. Like he hasn’t told you a million times how annoying you are.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I’d just leave. Idiot.”