#will's route is just him leading you on (probably accidentally) and then just going 'yeah um sorry i dont like you. or anyone actually.'

[fungus-no69]

DOL: The Visual Novel

aka. I Need to Nuke This Town!

Including many pcs from the pcverse!! (that i didn't draw.) Here you can interact with, potentially fight and get insane mental damage from desperate orphans in your area!

Coming out never

Inspired by this post!!!

Ummmm pcs included

Cain and Will: me

Yunie: @wreckowafer

Angel: @ladyofalabyrinth

Nico: @psychophanticpervert

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk--------

-you might say something that hurts.

p10 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. The PR teams strike again.

Y/N was unusually giddy while doing interviews on the grid that day. It was hard to be nervous when in the corner of her eye she saw Lando, in his usual glorious unbothered style, seemingly more confident than he'd been the past few weeks.

Smiles shared in secret, both of them being lifted up by enormous amount of butterflies. Yet they both tried their best to keep busy in order to push off their inevitable "what are we" talk.

She was more than sure what she wanted to be to him. But the thought of him not being willing to make the lead was a scary one - so let's just ignore it and keep thinking about his tongue on her neck. And Lando? He was doing exactly the same. Both of them blissfully unaware that their crush has started to become impossible to hide.

//

"Y/N, what do you think about the car on this track? Will you be competetive enough for a podium?" was a simple and boring question that Y/N tried to answer in a creative way, but nothing was coming to her mind. With a great smile, she replied: "Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling that things are turning out for good."

Lando was "not so accidentally" passing by at that exact moment, deliberately taking the rout where he would have to walk past her, because his body just wanted to be near her at any point possible. His school boy instinct kicked in and in the same way as a five-year old boy would pull his crushes hair, he snatched Y/N team cap of her head gracefully in order to tease her.

"Hey!" she screamed in the middle of listening to another question from the interviewer and turned around, knowing well who that was, as she watched him approaching before. A small amused smile escaped her, it was impossible to stop it. Same for Lando.

"Oh, hello, Lando," the interviewer acknowledged him, hoping for some good viral content.

"Hey," was his speedy response, probably not ever trying to hide his own amusement.

Y/N tried to keep it cool and look at his lips. "Give it back, Lando." Nope, she failed at keeping her smile in.

"You know where to pick it up, honey," he said simply, winked and said goodbye to the interviewer as he walked away. Y/N's stomach dropped at how obvious he was with his flirting in public and how impossible she found it to keep herself together. She took a moment before resuming, internally fuming. She was happy and mortified at the same time.

"Well," Y/N said as she turned back to her interview. "Where were we?" And there it was - a fatal smile that would cost her in the future.

The interviewer was full on a mission to not let that go. "I see the mood has shifted between you two, has the previous feud passed now?"

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, slowly pulling herself back, heart still beating like after running a marathon.

"Do you guys spend time together off the track? Has that maybe helped?" How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

Not so confidently, she pulled out a cliché line in order to save her. "We do our talking on the track." It was technically not a lie - what they did in their spare time was definitely not limited to talking.

"I see," the interviewer said, not satisfied with her answer.

"I'd love to chat, but my team is calling," he pointed somewhere off camera, somewhere where there definitely was not someone from her team pointing at her. She excused herself and strolled away, in the other way that Lando went, as quickly as possible.

Yes, she did. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable. How was he so infuriating? How can one manage to be so....ugh!!

The day passed by in a blur of meetings, interviews and fan meet and greets. Since their "joint" interview was live though, it took only few hours for the first edits to appear on social media, hashtags getting created and the two of them going viral once again. It was all a bit overwhelming, Y/N sat there and secretly watched every single edit she came by. There is one thing to fantasize secretly about your crush, another thing is when the whole seems to get on the same boat and romanticize the fuck out it. Was it making the whole thing more awkward? Probably, but Lando's and Y/N minds were too busy thinking about each other in order to take in the point of view of others. The whole grid became aware of the pair quickly becoming a meme.

Oscar limited himself to eye rolling only, as he was more than aware of what was going on.

Y/N was shocked to find Lando already sitting in with his and her team in one of the FIA's meeting rooms. The fact that this was happening outside of their team premise should have been a clear sign - they are being called into the same meeting. Nowhere to hide now.

Lando was sitting there, casually cramped up in a chair in an anatomically impossible position, legs twisted all around. "Can't he not sit like a normal person for once?" was Y/N first thought. The reason he sat like that was to prevent himself from foot tapping the whole building down. Acting cool and innocent, that was his strategy. He was sure they'll tell him to tone it down, not to bother Y/N publicly, he'll just nod at everything they say and then go finally cum all over her chest once again, just to prove to her that she is his. Not a hard task. He glanced at her innocently as she stepped in, doing a real bad job at hiding her shock. He rolled his eyes and smirked. This girl was so innocently cute. His own comms team shot him a warning look, so he just proceeded to stare into the ground. Y/n had very little time to get her strategy ready, cursing herself for not discussing this with Lando prior to this.

"Thank you both for coming on such a short notice," was how Lando's team opened the conversation with. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

"As you're both aware, we have tried several strategies in the past in order to get your image out in the best light as possible."

Y/N let out a laugh which she could not contain in, to which Lando shot her a surprised, horrified and slightly amused look. Unbelievable.

"Continue, please. I am listening," he said, just to spite her.

"Thank you. Please guys, let's keep this civil and adult," this time her team stepped in to put her down. Lando could not remember having this much fun.

"To continue what my colleague started to say, lots of several approaches which did not bring the ideal results. And with today's development, we feel like this is another time for us to step in. You're both faces of prestigious brands and the teams rely on you being likable characters. Am I right?"

Lando nodded, as if he was lying about understanding a new topic in a math lesson - maybe little too much. Y/N just bit her lip and remained silent.

This whole thing was so bizarre, like being caught for stealing a candy bar while having a stolen gold necklace in your pocket.

"What would you suggest?" Lando asked and Y/N doubted anyone in the room was fooled by his act and must have seen though him. He was obviously having the time of his life. At this rate she would have a hole in her lower lip if she would keep biting it down this was.

"I'm glad you're asking, Lando, and hope you'll be able to cooperate."

"You can count on my sincere involvement in your strategy," he stated seriously and stared at Y/N comms team. His own team knew what was up with his attitude but decided not to call him out just yet.

Y/N glanced at the papers resembling a contact on the table. This is it, she thought, the no contact and no involvement agreement. They're going to stop them from talking to each other in public? Is that even allowed?

His's comms manager took a deep breath. "The numbers on all our socials have spiked up greatly since your interaction became of a positive nature. What we've seen today - that will make our sponsors more than happy."

Lando was quicker than Y/N to connect the dots. His mood changed drastically within seconds and he finally sat up straight.

"No. Not a chance," he burned his team with his hard stare.

"Lando, please, let us finish."

He was not having that. "I know what you're going to say and no, you can't just order us to do that."

"Nobody is ordering you to do anything. We're simply...Putting this on the table.

"Forget that, no way in hell am I ever going to agree with this," he said, pointing at the contracts lying on the table. The room went silent for few seconds.

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?" asked Y/N, not really having the dots connected just yet. Lando briefly forgot that she was in the room, suddenly regretting his quick dismissal. But he was not the one to be forced into anything like this. Better him having it break to her then them, right?

This time he was the one to take a deep breath and while speaking to Y/N, he still stared at the comms teams. "They want us to start fake dating for PR." He was hoping he got it wrong. But the silence on the other side of the table just proved him right.

This came as a shock to her. Was this their masterplan? Did they really have to meddle all the fucking time? "I...I didn't think these things actually happened in real world," she stated, honestly.

Why couldn't these two just get a minute to talk among themselves? Y/N's mind was once again stuck in a rut because of Lando Norris existing at the same time as she did. Million questions on her mind, but the biggest one - why was it such a hard and obvious no from him? He did not even consider it. This could have been an easy escape for them.

"What would that look like exactly?" she asked, wrapping her head around it.

She received smiles from the team, them being happy that she was seemingly somewhat on board. "Well, we would set a clear timeline with a deadline and a scheduled break up, set up a social media strategy, you'd accompany each other on social event and the PDA would be very clearly stated upon the mutual agreement between you and your lawyers. Involvement of other people around you would always be discussed prior and clear communication is key. We do not want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, an NDA is part of this agreement."

It was impossible to look at him just yet. Her head was spinning. She was on the verge of crying and had to somehow hold herself together in front of all those people. She had to get out fast, like fast fast. She had her answer. He did not like her in the same way she liked him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick," she said and swiftly got up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she sprinted out.

part 11

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[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- hajime iwazumi

masterlist

table for four

hajime was 2 days into his master plan of never seeing you again. it was going…rough. his mind had already adjusted to his new routine of running to the little diner and getting a cup of coffee. but he would be fine, he barely knew you. only knowing things like your name, and snippets of your personality he learned from stories you told as you refilled his coffee cup, or jokes you’d tell about the other customers.

but he wanted to know everything about you. your go-to coffee order, how many freckles you have, what your favorite color is, even your last name would be nice. he shakes these thoughts from his head.

he has no right to even wonder, because he was just a customer who happened to sit in your section. you probably haven’t even thought of him since he left. but why can’t he stop thinking about you?

“why have your runs been taking so long lately?”

hajimes head snaps up to see his roommate, toru oikawa. fuck he’s been caught.

“what are you talking about?” he asks, trying to cover.

“well, usually you’re back by 7:15 at the latest, and i use your door slamming as an alarm. but lately you haven’t been getting back until like 7:40.” toru rattles off, leaning against the doorframe.

“just been taking a longer route.” hajime dismisses him. ”doesn’t sound like you iwa…” toru sounds extremely suspicious.

hajime rolls his eyes.

“is that all you wanted from me?” he asks, turning back to his paper.

“no, i was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with mattsun, makki, and i.”

hajime thinks for a moment. he is hungry. but does he really want to sit through his friends nagging? he decides it’ll be worth it.

“fine.” he stands up, stretching his legs. makki and mattsun already sit in the shared living room.

“where should we go?” mattsun asks, scrolling through restaurants on his phone. makki sits next to him doing the same thing.

“theres a diner just a few blocks away, it looks pretty good.” makki muses.

“oh i would kill for a stack of pancakes right now.” toru groans.

hajime freezes. he hopes there is a different diner a few blocks away that he just never noticed.

“sounds good, what’s it called?” mattsun asks.

“um…” makki scrolls to the name. “the ravens eye diner.” well shit.

“oh, i’ve heard of them, their food is apparently really good.” mattsun says.

“okay, let’s go!” toru cheers.

hajime wants to die. at this point he knows there is no way that he can convince them all of a different restaurant, especially with torus heart dead set on pancakes. it’s okay, theres like a 25% chance that you are working, maybe less.

so, the party of 4 treks out into the great outdoors, and take the brief walk to the ravens eye diner. he’s greeted by the oh so familiar sound of the whir from the coffee machine, and the familiar face of the blonde hostess. hajime hides himself behind the other three men. sure he’s acting a bit childish, but he feels a bit embarrassed.

“hello! how many today?” she asks.

“table for four please!” toru says, smiling at the girl. she picks up the familiar menus, and as she looks up, hajime makes accidental eye contact with her. her eyes widen. that can’t be a good sign, he thinks.

she leads the group to the same table hajime sat at 4 days in a row last week. the table in the corner by the window. he takes the seat closest to the window, and everyone files in around him. the quartet goes quiet for a bit as they scan over the drink menu. hajime already knows what he’s getting, and he knows whats coming. the server.

much to his dismay, he is greeted by a smiling face. your smiling face.

“oh hi hajime! been a while!” you greet. he feels the confused stares of his friends on him.

“hi y/n, uh just a-”

“black coffee?”

“yeah, thanks.” he looks down at the table, ignoring their gazes.

“and for the rest of you?”

hajime doesn’t listen as the other three rattle off their drink orders. he’s too focused on the fact his head might explode because of how red he is.

he listens to the click of your shoes as you leave the table, and he knows he’s about to get attacked.

“how come you never mentioned you’ve been here before???” toru jumps in immediately.

“or that you knew the cute waitress!” mattsun adds, tagging on.

hajime just sits with his blushing face in his hands while his friends bombard him with questions. thankfully, they can’t pester him for long before you are back with a tray propped up on your arm, handing off their drinks. you set down hajimes hot coffee carefully in front of him, just like you’ve done the last 3 times.

“i’ll give you a few more minutes with the menu.” you say, waltzing off with your tray.

hajime wishes you would stay at the table forever. so he’d be protected from his friends nagging. what other reason would there be?

“ooo our little hajime has a crush! this must be why your runs take so long! i knew you were suspicious!” toru has won. this may end up being the worst meal of his life. toru has starting poking him in the sides, and hajime defends himself by slapping the back of his head.

“i do not have a crush! i just… come here for coffee some mornings.”

“oh so it’s just random when you come?” makki asks, skeptical tone evident on his voice.

“yes!”

“lie. nothing you do is random. you totally have a crush.” mattsun catches him. he hates how they are 100% correct.

“keep your voice down. please.” hajime pleads.

“he’s not denying it. wow, in our many years of friendship i have never seen you this flustered!” toru jokes.

hajime quickly finds his head in his hands again.

the next few minutes are filled with relentless teasing for hajime, and you freaking out in the back.

“your lover boy is back!” alisa cheers after hearing the news from hitoka.

“he is not my lover boy!” you defend yourself, grabbing your notepad and rushing right back out of the kitchen to take their orders.

funny how on opposite sides of the restaurant the same conversation is happening.

you arrive back at the corner table to see an extremely red faced hajime. maybe you want him to be your lover boy.

“alright, ready to order?” you ask, as the group turns to you.

“i’ll do toast and sunny side up eggs.” from the guy across hajime.

“waffle please!” from the one next to him. you turn to hajime next.

”um…i’ll just stick with the coffee for now.” he sounds unconfident in his answer. ”you sure?” you ask, looking up from your notepad. he nods, face still red as ever.

“hm, and for you?” you ask, turning to the final guy, you recognize him as one of the university volleyball players, but you can’t quite recall his name.

“i’ll do the stack of pancakes please,” he starts. “and also….your phone number for my dear friend hajime here!” he finishes his sentence with the most gleeful voice, it actually makes you laugh a bit.

“alright then.” you say, before turning on your heel and leaving. as you walk away you can hear hajime scolding him.

after you drop off their food and refill hajimes coffee, they request 4 separate checks, so you head to split the check in the back.

but, at the bottom of a certain check, you scribble down a quick note.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-you started looking forward to your shifts when iwazumi was showing up but then he stopped so you went right back to being late

-hitoka was very scared by the group of 4 giant men

-alisa is a gossip machine, she knows everything about everyone in this restaurant

-toru loves to wingman

a/n: HE GOT THE NUMBER oikawa best wingman ever even if he wasn't asked to be.

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@chloiyoomi @causenessus @bubooo @lvtilzs @nishayuro

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[ducky-the-mucky]

Can you imagine how the world’s perception of Bakugou would change if one or more of his kindergarten classmates with ‘hero-like quirks’ were afraid of fireworks? Or better yet had a bad encounter with fireworks, leading to them or some they know getting hurt?

Bakugou wouldn’t’ve been seen as a powerful kid fit to be a hero, he would have been seen as a danger.

Not to mention with his pride, he would try to prove to his classmates his quirk isn’t dangerous and he can be a hero with a dangerous quirk. And his classmates might panic, because he’s using the ‘dangerous quirk’ around them, leading to someone accidentally getting hurt in the confusion. It could just be something small, but it would lead to Bakugou being labeled a villain.

This, of course would change his relationship with Izuku. And it could grow into a stable friendship, or it could lead to a toxic one, where they hangout because they only have each other, except they each hate the other.

I see the good relationship going like this: Izuku provides someone to hangout with along with quirk analysis so Bakugou doesn’t hurt someone again (bro be scarred), and Bakugou keeps the bullies from him and is someone to hangout with.

I can also see Bakugou hating or have feelings against Izuku in either situation, simply because he has to get advice from ‘quirkless Deku(?)’ just to control his quirk.

Or you could go a with a slightly different route, (that I personally like better), where Bakugou thinks he’s the high and mighty one in the relationship, and keeps bullies from beating Izuku, and uses his quirk analysis, but Izuku is the one in control. And he’s using Bakugou to test quirk theories and what not and lets Bakugou talk down on him to manipulate him. (This reminds me of a fic I read but I don’t remember the name, so if you feel like the last part is familiar, that’s probably why.)

Anyways, yeah.

[otome-mondays]

Amnesia Memories Review 💭

So going into playing this game I was very excited. I have heard this game’s praises being sung for years, so I was so excited to play what seems like a classic to the community. As always, trigger warnings first. Please look up the full list for any I might have missed. Amnesia, hospitals, manipulation, abusive behaviors, murder, blood, cyber-stalking, kidnapping, and bullying.

Amnesia’s prologue is very short. Probably the shortest to any otome I’ve played so far. We start with this little guy named Orion being like oh my god I’m so sorry but I somehow crashed into you and am accidentally causing you amnesia. Unfortunately, he is attached to us and can’t leave until we regain our memories. Our player character here doesn’t have a default name which I am not a fan of, so I’m going to be referring to her as MC or main character, or I will be using we/us/etc. Our big issue with Orion being stuck to us and having no memories is that there are multiple world or universes and we don’t know which one we’re from. Now we have to take a guess, which leads us to the route split. Yeah very short common route. As always, I’m listing the love interests out in route order.

Spoilers Ahead

Shin ♥️

Well this was a rough start. Shin’s route drops us off in a world where we’re already in a hospital. Well that’s just great. At least we’re discharged pretty quickly and can start pretending like we don’t have amnesia because how are you gonna explain having a dude in your head causing amnesia without getting concerned responses. I’m going to be honest, I had good hopes for this game and Shin’s route. Unlike last week’s game, I was unfortunately disappointed. Shin is very harsh and abrasive, and while I enjoyed Sasazuka for some reason I hated Shin. I think it might have been the execution of this game, but I honestly am not sure as it’s been so long since I played his route. Shin’s route is solving a mystery about how the MC was injured, which makes everybody think she got amnesia from the incident. I only really remember the good ending for the route where the conflict was resolved, and then a weird bad end partway through the route. After this route, I was worried for the rest of the game. This is because I had only really been close to this level of disappointment with Henri’s route, who is still admittedly worse to me. 3/10.

Ikki ♠️

Spoiler alert, this route was not much better. Ok so this is where I discovered that each route is a fully separated universe. Ikki’s route was a weird one. Ikki here is some random dude that is apparently so attractive he has a crazy fanclub. He’s already dating the MC by the time she gets amnesia, meaning she’s really gotta sell the fact she doesn’t have amnesia. This route explores why Ikki has a fanclub that’s so aggressive. I genuinely only remember the good ending, which they obviously end up together. I started joking about the game being torturous to play at this point. 3.5/10.

Kent ♣️

I was running out of hope and hating this game by the time I got to Kent’s route, so I was just dragging my feet about completing it. I was so uninterested I didn’t pick this game up for over 6 months. That is the only thing I regret about this game. Kent and the MC are also already dating, but they have a very rocky relationship. His route is about trying to understand why they’re dating in the first place and why he is the way he is. Honestly, this was the only enjoyable route in this game for me. I genuinely enjoyed Kent and his route. He’s the best character. 7.5/10.

Toma ♦️

With how good Kent’s route went, I was actually starting to have hope for Toma’s route! I wish I could warn past me. Ok before I get too negative, let me start by saying I was already the most interested in his route because of how much I liked him as a side character. He was a bit sketchy in Shin’s route, but besides that I was excited. That was once again wrong and Toma’s route is awful, I hate it. The MC is the target of severe and intense bullying at the start of this route, and we’re exploring why during this route. Toma, our MC’s best friend, is trying his best to protect her from it. Quick spoiler, there are 2 parameters in each route. Except for Toma’s. Toma has an extra third one as the protagonist’s doubt. Clearly, red flags and I was scared! I’m not going to get into details about how wild this route gets, but it is wildly messed up. I hated this route fully. He made it lower than Henri. 0/10.

Ukyo 🃏

So Ukyo unfortunately had a rough start with me personally because I was already putting him on my “dude what is wrong with you list” right next to Henri and Toma. That’s not where you want to be by the end of a playthrough, and definitely not where you want to be at the start of one! Ukyo’s route is where we try and understand why Ukyo is so weird. And I would go into more detail, but it’s lots of spoilers. Another absolutely disgusting route. The endings are wild. I hate it too. Still not as bad as Toma’s. 0.5/10.

Overall Thoughts 💭

Oh my god it’s finally over. If you’re unsure whether you should buy this game or not, don’t. I got it for like $2 on steam before it was even announced to get and English switch release. Still not worth it. Save your money. As for route order, this one doesn’t really matter. Go for whoever you want whenever. Ukyo is only unlocked after all the other routes have been played. 2/10

Time for rankings, this one is hard for the opposite reasons as some other games because I hated the majority of it! But thankfully by the time I made this review, my mind has been set on who I hate the most.

Route: Kent > Ikki > Shin > Ukyo > Toma

LI: Kent > Ikki > Shin > Ukyo > Toma

Resources 📝

I used Otome Kitten’s walkthroughs to help me get through this game.

[ratgingi]

some little doodles and rambles pages :-] bonus Longer Ramble under cut, goes into some general oc stuff as well as kinda how things work in my oc group set up

on the topic of michy, her name is accidentally a nod sorta to her relationship with mingus. since her last name is knight . you can make the connections there but it was Not intentional on my part i just happened to name her that (just like i. named her michelle before finding out that was mingus' original name HJSHBAVJDSAB) and my qpp cress pointed out the potential for it

speaking of names, i got inspired to pick jacksons name based on a tiktok i saw while creating him, with a character named 'chase wood'. i thought it was Really Funny but didnt want to directly rip either of those names so got to work thinking of something. i took the name jackson from the song that sort of inspired his personality (called "jackson, you are dying" by picture us tiny) and grabbed the last name coxx after seeing a randomly generated npc in a video i was watching to complete the joke

also charlie got his last name the same way jackson did in the sense of a random npc in a game video i was watching had it and i thought it was good enough. while i was trying to figure out what kind of name to give him (hed already had the name charlie for a good while, since he was a generic objecthead oc i had but decided should Become a dt one) a character named 'warden steiner' was mentioned like. once. and i thought that sounded close to frankenstein and was like. yeah thatll be cool

also kara has a second major nondateable technically. she may or may not get scrapped bc shes genuinely horrible (i hate. writing her. i made her design pretty nice but i just actually hate her BHJSJHABJD), but shes a rival from karas pageanting days who would lead to two different bad ends if she became real, one of which is. a death end for kara. i dont wanna go into full detail bc again its likely to get scrapped just bc i literally hate the rival but tldr kara gets shot(? or smth idk she eats absolute shit either way) during a performance because the rival convinced the player that the only way to help kara realize performing isnt for her was to sabotage it and it goes Wrong. the other bad end is just kara trying to warn the player that the rival isnt good to hang around and eventually cuts off from the player which would lead to the shit yourself and die end bc player probably gets thrown under the bus by the rival during smth. most likely in a literal sense

i wanna talk about mechanics some now uhhhhhhhh ok so on the topic of 'major nondateables'

i have probably explained how it works before but in order for a character to qualify as a 'major nondateable' they have to 1. heavily effect the route [to the point of interactions with them being able to change its course] and/or 2. heavily influence the route's dateable's thoughts/actions/general motivations during it, sometimes both. they also CANNOT be another dateable in a different route. if i were to apply this to in-game characters for example, mr dickens would be a major nondateable from olivers route, and mayor mingus would be a major nondateable from norms. the majors dont have to have an active presence near the dateable during the route, they just have to apply to the above guidelines. these are the reasons why characters like exie, adelaide, stephan, stop, etc are not considered major nonedateables, because while they are close with the dateables from the routes they have a presence in, they do not change the route or motivate the dateable toward anything. charlie actively changes the route and clearly has a big sway over lillith, oakey would be mentioned several times by kara as a reasoning for why she says or does certain things during her route, and juniper - despite not being close to margo - has the ability to effect the outcome of the route.

and not every route Has to have one obviously . and there are some that would Technically be major nondateables for each other (ex. murr and roe, isaac and vinnie) but Because the other half of the pair is also dateable in a separate route, they do not qualify

also smth i dont think ive talked abt much is the fact that yes outis genuinely does call the ocean his wife. i mentioned he does that a few times when i first made him but there would be several points in his route where he does this (its mostly joking but there would be points where hed be talking abt it and say smth like 'i love my wife a lot but she scares me very much'). also originally i was going to give him a shark tooth on his necklace, based on the one i have irl, but the story for my irl one is a guy punched it out of a sharks mouth and i think if outis found out about that hed start crying and would not want anything to do with it. so shell necklace it was

also the two instances the petstore would show up in are once in outis' route and once at the end of murrs. for outis, you would be accompanying him to his shift that day, and brainstorming ideas for what you can do to try and figure out how to help him overcome his anxiety. kiki would approach you once you arrive and would spend a moment interrogating the player on who they were and what their intentions with her friend were, and would occasionally chime in with her opinion while you talk to him. in murrs route, youre taking him there to introduce him to the idea of maybe getting a pet he can dote on. after he doesnt really connect with any of the animals there would be a little interaction with twerpy where he gives the two of you directions to the shelter that their sister works at and he decides hell go sometime alone. (he ends up getting a cat, her name is darling and hed kill for her. you dont get to meet her bc murr and roe still dont show up in ch3/4 but she Exists)

murrey is a firm believer in the concept of true love and believes hes found it multiple times in the past, and absolutely Despises the thought that some people have of only being able to really find it Once. during his route thats what hes chasing (there would be a point where he complains hes gone so long without feeling true love that he intends to find it again, and the player has the option to tell him you can only find it once - which would start you down one of his bad ends), and the thought that its something you can only obtain once and never again makes him incredibly miserable.

murr is also entirely aware that there are different kinds of true love, but hes been stewing in his loneliness for so long that the romantic kind is the only one his brain will allow him to focus on. this is why his good end sort of helps remind him of that along side dealing with his loneliness in healthier ways

also adelaide has a side job at the shelter as well. when you meet her with margo and juniper in chapter 4 shed mention something about murr adopting darling and inform you that hes a lot happier now that he has the cats company. also margo and juniper are doing better after your help as well bc margo is getting a bit better at communicating and juniper is trying to be less. [gestures vaguely] . shes still an ass bc thats just her but yknow what i mean

also im thinking about making michy my only dateable that shows up in chapter 3. everyone else's interactions that would be in ch3 have been moved to 'chapter 4' but she was my first gal i think she deserves her spot there. youd meet her with norm while heading down to the subway and shed run up to you two after recognizing his voice (shed talk about being on her way to a date with her partners, i Wanna make them show up in person but as they both belong to friends of mine im not confirming anything really bfhdjbfdjs) and talk about how after your help to get out of her parasocial issue shes found true love and is focusing more on her friendships and her happiness. :-]

also funfact i have partial scene scripts for stephan and stops routes somewhere on my laptop. they were both going to be dateables at one point and i wrote a little about what mightve happened + pieces of a scene from each but idk if ill be able to find them nor will i ever show them if i do probably but they are there. somewhere

also !! alex is intersex . i dont think ive ever stated that anywhere bc it isnt really relevant to the story or anything but its pride month so might as well share. good for them

also i am gonna confirm at least ONE of the library dateables is actually a vampire. probably. yall dont get to know who though (my qpp knows but cress keep that info to urself /vlh)

i had more i wanted to say but forgot to write down somewhere so. take this

[tyler-lawson]

DUI - 01

Memorial Day weekend always saw a spike in stupid behavior. Which was great for me. The state always had grant money available for paying overtime to volunteers that gave up their holiday to go out and get arrests. And it always helped boost my arrest numbers for the month. Not that I usually was lacking, but always good to throw in a few more to make the numbers look great.

I had a few spots I liked to set up at, and just watch traffic. They had great sight lines and I could see the telltale signs of drunk drivers from quite far away. Tonight I was on the road leading away from downtown, headed to one of the residential areas. A very common route for impaired drivers heading home from a night of drinking.

2 AM rolled around and I saw a set of headlights slowly drifting back and forth in their lanes. I got in my cruiser, and pulled in behind the car as it blew past me at 14 over. The driver probably recognized the light bar on top or the spotlight, as he immediately slammed on the brakes to bring it down under the speed limit. As he did, he swerved out of his lane a little bit.

“17-Charlie. I have a possible DUI. Driver is struggling to maintain his lane and driving erratically. I clocked him at 14 over before he recognized me. I am going to stop him and check it out.” I called over the radio as I hit my lights.

“Copy 17-Charlie. I have you in service.” The dispatcher responded.

The red and blue lights and bright white spotlight suddenly lit up the dark street, playing off the houses on both sides. I blipped the siren twice, trying to not disturb the sleeping civilians around us.

As the lights came in, he again braked hard, swerving more as he struggled to control his vehicle. It seemed like he was maybe contemplating running, but after a few tense seconds he yielded, pulling his car over into the side bike lane along the edge of the road and stopping. Amusingly, the rear passenger-side tire was up on the curb, giving distinctly disheveled look to the scene.

I turned the spotlight to brightly illuminate the cabin, shining through the rear window and letting me quickly see the silhouettes of the occupants. The only occupant was the driver, and he was appearing agitated already, bobbing around in his seat.

I stepped out of the cruiser, pulled out my flashlight, and carefully approached the vehicle. The window was already rolled down as I approached, stopping just behind the A-pillar.

“What the hell do you want?” He yelled as I approached.

“Good evening sir. Where are we headed tonight?” I asked, needing to flip control of the conversation. As I passed the rear doors, I shone my light in, confirming there were no other occupants.

“That is none of your fucking business.” He spit back. “I know my rights.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing the encounter was only going to get better from here. “Sir, I am going to need to see your license, registration, and proof of insurance.” Starting to switch from polite to commanding.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He said reaching over to the glove box and shuffling around. As he turned, I bent down and shone my light in the window, keeping an eye on both of his hands as he retrieved his documents. He was blinded by the bright light as he turned back, throwing up a hand to cover his eyes. “You mind getting that thing out of my face?” He whined.

I turned the flashlight slightly, down and to the left. As he dropped his hands, I could see that his eyes were red and bloodshot. He tried to shove the documents at me, managing to drop one into the footwell as he did. He bent down to retrieve his license, and accidentally hit the steering wheel with his head. The manages to trigger to horn, causing him to jolt back in his seat as looked around for what had caused the noise. It took him a couple of clicks before he figured out what had happened. He bent down again more carefully this time, grabbing his license and jamming it out the window to me.

I took his collected documents, starting to glance through them. “Alright Scott.” I said, reading his name and info off his license. “Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

“Cause you liked my bumper stickers?” He stated, a smirk on his face.

“No, that is not why I stopped you tonight. Can you tell me what the speed limit is on this road?”

“Yeah, I think it is not quite enough to catch air as you go over the bump back there.” I responded, clearly not interested in cooperating at all.

“Look, Scott. This attitude is not going to get you very far in life. And certainly not with me. Sit tight, I will be back.” I said, straightening up and starting to walk back to the cruiser.

I heard a wolf-whistle as I did. “Ow ow! Nice ass, Officer.” He called after me. “Strut that stuff!”

I sat back in the cruiser, typing in his information and pulling up his record. As the computer processed, I took a look at the bumper stickers on his car.

“No Donuts Are left In This Vehicle Overnight”

“I eat bacon for breakfast.” With a picture of a pig wearing a police hat.

“Master to a public servant.” With a man with a whip and a pair of handcuffs standing over a cop kneeling on all fours.

I chuckled to myself at the performatively belligerent bumper stickers. His record was relatively uninteresting. A handful of traffic tickets, a citation for minor in possession and public intoxication, presumably from college. Enough contact with the police to, I guess, justify his clear disdain, but nothing particularly interesting.

I returned to his window, with my written citations for speeding and unsafe breaking, just in case the next step ended differently than expected, somehow.

“Scott. Where you are coming from tonight?” I asked, leaning back down to his window and sticking my face close to his, smelling for alcohol on his breath.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

���Anything to drink tonight?”

“Why, you have something for me to slurp, you fucking pig?”

“That’s it. Step out of the vehicle, now!” I ordered, straightening up. The smell of alcohol was unmistakable on his breath, his eyes were glassy and bloodshot, his speech slurred slightly. I had more than enough evidence to warrant road-side sobriety check. But, his attitude was the real reason I was pulling him out of the car now.

“Nah, I’m good.” He said, folding his arms across his chest and turning his head away from me in a childish show of defiance.

I tried the door handle, glad to find that when out the vehicle in park, the car mush have automatically unlocked the doors. I pulled the door open and reached in, grabbing his arms. He was a bit shocked when the door started opening, but he continued to sit there petulantly. I reached across and unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbing his arm and leg and dragging him out of the seat.

His arms and legs flailed as he was suddenly falling toward the ground. He landed on his butt, but his fall was lessened a bit as he grabbed the seatbelt with his right arm and used it to slightly hold himself up. “What the hell was that for?” He asked as he tried to collect himself.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him to his feet and slamming him against the car. He cushioned himself a bit with his arms, but his chest still hit hard. “Oof. Fuck off, man!” He snapped. His arms were bent at the elbow, from cushioning the slam. He turned to look at me over his right shoulder, and slammed his right elbow back, aiming for my head.

I ducked back away from it, and stepped back and to the left. His swing spun him around so he was facing towards me. As I squared up with him, he followed up with a left hook, stumbling forward slightly as he reached for me. I ducked back again, stepping to my right this time, letting the swing pass by me again, guiding it past my head with my left hand.

As I guided, I grabbed onto the wrist. My right hand came in behind the elbow. I pulled with the left and pushed with the right, hyperextending his elbow and pushing his shoulder away from me and towards the ground. He was already off balance from throwing the haymaker, and this just accelerated things as he stumbled trying to catch his balance again. He landed hard on his left knee.

I held onto his outstretched left arm, pulling it hard to the left and spinning him down to the ground. His chest landed hard, sliding against the asphalt. His right arm had helped slightly catch him as he went down, but was now being pulled straight. I landed next to him, kneeling at his side, tucked up against and pointing toward his outstretched left arm. I pulled my knees up, putting them on his wrist and elbow, pinning him down as I fetched the cuffs off my belt.

He struggled, trying to push himself up with his right arm as his left was trapped under me. I grabbed his wrist again, pulling it up away from the pavement again hyperextending his elbow. He collapsed back down, as he cried out in pain. With his wrist elevated, I could snap the cuff around his wrist. I held onto the cuffs as rolled his arm forward toward his head, then used my knee to force his elbow to bend as I started rotating his arm behind his back. He continued crying out, cursing at me between cries of pain.

“Get off me! Let me go you fucking asshole! Ow! Fuck! That hurts!”

I ignored him as I pulled his left arm fully behind his back, using my knee to push it up high behind his back. He tried to flail his right arm a bit then pulled it under his chest.

“Give me your other hand behind your back.” I ordered, holding the cuffed wrist with my hand and knee and pushing it up further.

“Fuck off, get the hell off me. I didn’t fucking do anything. Why are you doing this to me?” He replied back.

I dug my arm in between his right arm and his side, sliding it up into his armpit and forcing his elbow out from underneath him. I slid my arm down along his arm to his elbow, and wrenched it back behind his back. I finally slid down to his wrist, grabbing it and twisting it back behind his back. I slammed it into the remaining cuff, and relaxed slightly.

(Special thanks to @readysetgoworld for the inspiration for this story! Hope you enjoy!)

[legendtraineremily]

Day 4 of My Pokémon Yellow Nuzlocke Challenge!

Today we’ve got some great stuff happening because we finally get to the first couple gift Pokémon, there’s a bunch of nice items we can get, and we can knock out another gym on our list! First up is another rival battle. That little dork has been trying to train up his Pokémon in spite of being defeated twice. Let’s really teach him a lesson this time! (Spoiler alert: he doesn’t learn.)

Spearow leads again is is again wiped by Zippy. I’m gonna try using Stinky to take out his Sandshrew then smash his Rattata with Lily’s Double Kick. And it works no problem! I’ll keep Lily out for his Eevee and finish this battle without a second thought. You know buddy? Even “Growl-ing” and lowering my attack won’t work; Eevee is just too cute, sorry! 🤷‍♀️

Let’s heal up just a tad and take on Nugget Bridge. This is just a bunch of trainers basically making you battle as a toll but end up paying you a toll in prize money, EXP, and a gold Nugget at the end. It should be pretty easy for my team.

Ouch! That dang Caterpie landed a crit on AngryBoi! At least he gained a level for the trouble… Anywho, that’s 1 of 5 trainers on the “bridge” down. Zippy and Stinky made short work of No.2. And in spite of what No. 3 says, he was actually quite easy.

Nooooooo!!!!!! I accidentally reset the game when I went to leave to finish some errands! I’ve got to redo the rival and the first two trainers on the bridge. Bleh. That’s super annoying.

Rival battle again, no problems there. Went mostly the same as last time thankfully. This time, however, I’m saving after I heal so I don’t have to repeat that again. I’ll probably get into an obsessive, constant saving routine for a while before returning to my irregular style of saving. Gotta love crazed over-correction, right?

Also, while it’s on my mind, I’m going to evolve Lily so we’ve already got an extra strong member on the team this early into the run. Oh yeah, No. 3’s Rattata went down even faster this time.

I’ll admit, I have mostly forgotten what Pokémon each of these trainers have so it’s just a tad embarrassing when I have one Pokémon out first and have to immediately switch for another before I get smooshed. It’s spreading out the EXP sure, but I like to think I can predict the computer pretty easily when it comes to these older games. Eh, might as well place Goober up in front anyhow so he gets a bit of EXP too. And if I predict disastrously wrong, he can take the brunt of the damage and let someone else sweep up.

Or, ya know, BIRBY could get smashed with a critical hit and go down.

…

What? Did you expect some tears or something? I’m annoyed if anything! That Mankey just squashed my poor Pidgey in one hit! And on top of that, it almost wrecked Zippy!! It took Lily to finally put it down. Thank goodness I evolved her or we might have been swept by a stupid martial arts monkey. Into the box BIRBY goes to await a transfer to a better life.

BIRBY—Final stats

Lv. 12

Hp: 34

Attack: 19

Defense: 15

Speed: 19

Special: 15

Cause of Defeat: a Trainer’s Mankey’s critical hit Karate Chop.

Location: Route 24, Nugget Bridge

In the meantime, I’ll just head a little farther north and grab the Charmander from the self-proclaimed bad trainer there. Additionally, there’s some grass to the left of the bridge I can grab another Pokémon from.

Gift Pokémon—Charmander/Crispy

Lv. 10

Hp: 30

Attack: 18

Defense: 13

Speed: 20

Special: 15

I had forgotten that this little derp is so low leveled compared to the typical party at this point. We’re gonna have to grind him up a bit to be at fit fighting status.

Gift Pokémon—Bulbasaur/Frogasaur

Lv. 10

Hp: 30

Attack: 17

Defense: 17

Speed: 15

Special: 18

Back down in Cerulean City, we got our next gift Pokémon, a Bulbasaur, due to having higher friendship levels with Pikachu. Again, we’ll have to grind up a bit before it’s ready to battle but a reliable Grass/Poison type is pretty handy. Definitely could’ve used him back against Brock at least.

Route 24 Encounter—Bellsprout/Belle

Lv. 12

Hp: 37

Attack: 23

Defense: 17

Speed: 16

Special: 22

And just in case Frogasaur doesn’t work or gets ruined, we’ve got a pretty decent backup Grass/Poison type. And on top of that, it already has Vine Whip and Growth (which is a big thing as it boosts Special in battle). Actually, I might just bring Belle instead of Frogasaur for now. I’d rather lose a Bellsprout I can find more of another time. Yes, that’s a callous way of thinking. Counterpoint- all of these creatures are a bunch of pixels&chunks of code, so phbbbtt! >:P

Route 25 Encounter—Venonat/Natti

Lv. 13

Hp: 42

Attack: 23

Defense: 21

Speed: 19

Special: 18

Nice little purple guy, sweet! And even better? Venomoth (this little friend’s evolution) has higher stats in Gen 1 than Butterfree and access to great moves naturally without any TM’s! Sorry Stinky, once Natti evolves, you’ll have to go to the sidelines. Thanks for your service to the team.

Enough Lallygagging and catching Pokémon! Time to go to Bills house on Route 25 to get the SS Ticket for our trip to Vermillion City. I’m fueled up with my last bottle of Spark (don’t worry; we got some cans of Code Red today so I’ll still be gamer fueled going forward), and now I’m ready to finish this chunk of the game.

So I’m having loads of fun battling with Natti even though she doesn’t even have to really good moves in her learnset yet. Same with Belle. This is concerning especially since I talked them both up a bit.

Where’s a distraction? Bill being turned into a human/Pokémon mixed up monster. That’s a good distraction! Heh-heh. 😅

Sudden weird but interesting thought: Bill was working on a special transporter for Pokémon; in the second generation Bill is fine tuning and working on a time-traveling transporter. Related research? I think so!

Before we head to the party on the boat with Bill’s gifted SS Ticket, we’ve got a gym to beat! Misty’s Water-types may seem like an easy job when you’ve got a reliable Electric-type but the issue is both of her Pokémon have decent Special stats and, therefore, have a higher resistance to Electric moves regardless of being super effective. My previous play through of Yellow had some issues because of that. Oh and her Starmie’s Bubblebeam attack can be really nasty.

Here we go! I’m going for some evasion set-up with Zippy’s Double-Team then try to sweep with Thundershock. I’m keeping my one healing per battle in mind and may have to do that. Now, Misty is programmed to occasionally use an X-Defend. This is kinda cool but ultimately useless, as all Electric moves in this Generation use the Special stat. But it looks like my evasion strategy is paying off well since her attacks are missing and I’m chopping off large chunks of Hp with each attack.

And Zippy wins it with a reliable crit. Sweet! And with that, we have our 2nd badge out of 8. Now, she gives the TM for Bubblebeam which I would have sold with the rest of the TMs and junk items, but I’m actually going to store this one to use on one of my losing Pokémon that will be transferred. It’s a fun move, don’t judge me! I’m not going to use it on any of my viable Pokémon, so don’t worry about telling me my own rules.

Now, before I turn in for tonight, I’m going to beat up this Team Rocket grunt that stole some people’s TM for Dig and head out for Vermilion City. Cya and love ya’ everyone! -Emily

[writingsbychlo]

hi 🫧 if you have some spare time at some point, could you write Azriel headcanons in a modern world with reader? What would your hobbies and outings be? And if you have something +18 I will appreciate it too 👀

I loved your writing 💗💗 (I'm really shy, so I'll have to stay at anon, sorry 🙈)

please don't be sorry!! you're always more than welcome to stay on anon!!

modern!az definitely meets his girlfriend in one of those accidental ways and they're definitely friends first.

I think they probably meet through cassian, actually.

she goes to cassian's boxing gym but has never actually had the bravery to try boxing, she just uses the regular gym stuff.

and one day, a later night session, azriel and cassian are sparring in the ring.

azriel has had a rough day, like a really rough day, all his leads on his latest case fell through, he got a parking ticket while stopping to get coffee, the coffee order ended up being wrong, he forgot to set his washing off this morning so he didn't have the clothes he wanted, and he had to stop for gas at a place where it was like twice the price.

honestly, he's moody.

so, when he senses her watching them both, when he breaks for water, he doesn't really think about it when he whips around and just sort of glares at her.

because, he knows he's good at this, and logically, he knows he's attractive.

she hasn't seen his scarred hands inside of those gloves, or seen him up close.

she's just staring at him the same way a lot of women stare at him, when they just want a quick, hot fuck, and then to leave him, because as his ex told him many years ago, he's "got way too much baggage to be serious, and he's not the kind of guy she'd ever want to build a future with".

didn't matter that azriel had been looking at engagement rings, of course.

so, yeah, he snaps a little, and he hates himself for it instantly because he's not that guy, and the way you flinch a little at his tone when he says "can I help you?" makes him feel awful.

but before he can really calm himself enough to apologise, you're apologising, mumbling a soft "sorry" and leaving.

and he wants to go after you, but by the time he's made it out of the ring and down the steps, you're gone, gym bag bumping against your leg as you swipe your entry card and jog across the parking lot.

he feels like an ass, and cassian doesn't let it slide either

"dude, you had a bad day, I get it, but don't scare my patrons. I work hard to make this gym feel like a safe space, especially for women, so get your shit together, or don't come here to blow off steam."

and he knows cassian is right, he does work hard, even so far as to have women-only hours, where even he won't come in.

it's three days later when azriel sees you again.

he has been working later these last few days to catch up on that one day, making his workouts much later than usual, and there you are.

you keep your head down, particularly when you pass him by, and he knows you've already seen him.

you take the long route round to the changing rooms, walking all the way through the cardio section to avoid him.

he feels like crap again.

so, he waits til he's finished his workout, trying not to look like a creep as he watches you move between the equipment.

and when you're taking a break at the treadmill, he makes his move

"hey." he practically terrifies you with his sudden appearance. "I wanted to apologise for the other day."

"it's fine, I shouldn't have been staring, it was rude, and-"

"no, I'm rude, I shouldn't have snapped, I was having a bad day, you were just watching, you did nothing wrong."

"well, thanks." and then he lingers, because it still doesn't feel right. like maybe you're just saying it's okay because you feel like you have to. "it was very impressive."

"have you ever boxed?"

"I don't even look at that side of the gym. punching bags and high kicks and- wow. I mean, it all just looks terrifying. I wouldn't know where to start."

"I can show you some things, if you'd like?"

and that's where it starts.

he shows you a few things, and he actually finds he likes it, and so do you.

so you make a loose plan to do it again sometime. really one of those 'we should do this again sometime' comments.

the following week he sees you again, and he asks if you remember what he taught, you show him.

four days after that, he sees you again, and he shows you something new, and also gets your phone number.

you start meeting up for boxing lessons, because he finds it helps him on bad days to at least do something useful.

so, when those lessons end up getting a little more handsy and flirty, its really no surprise.

the first time he kisses you is by your car, in the middle of winter, after a lesson. a really good lesson, where you're both laughing and teasing out to the parking lot, and he can't take it anymore when you wish him a goodnight and he just wants to stay right there, in the freezing cold, talking to you all night, just being with you.

so he presses you back against your car, and leans in, letting his nose bumps yours because he's so sure you want this too, but he wants to give you a chance to pull away. you don't. he makes it one hell of a kiss.

your back pressed up against the cold car, his hands sitting hot under your jacket on the bare skin between your shorts and sports bra, breath clouding in the winter air between pants for breath, it's intense. just like him.

after that, azriel permanently shifts his schedule to nighttime workouts.

you would both workout together, spotting one another, practising boxing. when you get good enough, they'd become sparring matches, which was practically foreplay with all the teasing and gambling and trash-talking that would take place.

also, az is an active man. dates would consist of things like hiking, or activity adventures, or simply walks around the park.

he would also often make trips out of his work, the perks of being a bounty hunter private investigator meant being his own boss, nobody to tell him what to do.

so, whenever he had to go away for weekends/a few days, he'd always ask you to come with him. during the day, he'd track his mark and do his research, make calls, etc, but he'd plan times for dinners and sightseeing too.

there's a rule that he absolutely will not take you on stake-outs in person anymore. he'll call you and stay on the phone the whole time chatting, but an incident the one and only time meant he stays strong now.

the incident being that azriel couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you both nearly got arrested for fucking in the backseat of the car.

he missed his mark, had a ruined orgasm when you got caught, and had blue balls for hours afterwards until he could finally get you alone.

a very, very active sex life.

"we're done here, time to head home, baby."

"we haven't done cardio, yet."

"we're going to my place to do cardio."

"oh."

always up for trying something new. always.

you can't tell me he wouldn't have a box full of toys in his closet. this man would be kinky.

definitely tests your limits, but is also the king of aftercare.

likes you to stay over and always cooks you breakfast in the morning.

especially when it means he gets to smirk at the way your legs are still a little shaky when you stumble into the kitchen.

cooks shirtless, of course.

his biggest weakness, like, sends him weak in the knees, is when you trace the tattoos on his chest with your mouth.

he would crawl to you if you asked while doing that.

he is a 'flowers at every date' kind of guy.

even if that date is a date in, which is his preference. cooking together, or ordering takeout, watching movies or playing games or just generally being together.

if you come over during the day to work and you both sit in silence for hours doing your own work, he'll consider that a date.

modern!az would be very domestic.

despite all this, azriel always would keep things casual.

he never asks you about the future, he barely even clears a drawer for you in his dresser, you have a few things in a drawer with his stuff, and he never leaves things at your place.

after almost year, you start trying to push it. because, things are going great, you're wildly in love with him, and you can really see a future with him, but it seems like he doesn't want that.

so, you try to get him to meet your mom. it's casual, really, you bring it up over dinner one night.

"so, my mom's gonna be in town, I'm going to go to dinner with her, if you're free next thursday, you should join us."

you both know he's free next thursday, it's one of your dedicated workout nights, has been for over half a year now.

"eh, I don't think so. but, bring me something back." he doesn't even look up at you as he says it. and that hurts, he just dismissed you while scrolling on Instagram. you have no idea how much his palms are sweating, he's not even processed the last few posts he's seen, he's just randomly liking things in hopes he seems casual to you right now.

"seriously?"

"what?" now he looks up. he knows that tone. knows he's in trouble.

"unbelievable. I invite you to meet my mom, and you just say 'I don't think so', I mean, you can't even make up an excuse."

"I don't need any excuse! I just thought, you know, we don't really need to take that step. that's not.. us." and damn, if that doesn't sting you the most. azriel feels like he's swallowing acid as he says it, but he feels like someone gutted him where he stood at the look that takes over your face.

and you, you're staring at him. you want to scream 'why isn't that us? what do you mean? I love you, I want my mom to know about the man I tell her about!' but then it clicks. the extreme pain when your mind flickers back.

to the first time you'd told azriel you loved him, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.

to the second time, the same night, bundled up in his arms as he snapped his hips into yours in a way that made you so sure he felt the same as he held you, made you see stars, and he'd merely pressed his face into your neck and bit the spot that made you weak.

to the third time, when he'd just smiled bashfully, the eighth time when he just tapped the tip of your nose and laughed at the way you stole his ice cream, to the fifteenth time, to the twenty-second, all the way through to this morning, when you'd left his house, happy smile on your lips again and you'd whispered it at the front door.

"don't forget your scarf, can't have you getting a chill, pretty girl." was all he'd said. it meant so much at the time, like his way of telling you he loved you wasn't through words but actions.

now, you doubted it.

azriel had never once said he loved you back.

that realisation crushed you from the inside out, like something in your chest had snapped.

azriel didn't know what was going on inside of your head, but nothing made every single cell in his body feel like it was turning to rock-hard ice like watching that look take over your face. heartbroken, into understanding, into closed off. you were shutting him out, he didn't know why, what you were thinking, what he'd done, but you were putting up walls right before his eyes and he had no idea what to say or do to stop it.

"right, of course, you're right."

"what?"

"you're right, that's not us."

"it's not? I mean, it's not, right? we're not.. serious like that. we're just, I mean, what's happening right now?"

"nothing is happening." he could feel the double meaning behind your words, he just didn't know what it meant.

"okay.. well, I found a movie for us to watch on netflix while we have dessert."

"I actually have to go after dinner, I have some stuff to do in the morning."

and that, right there, is when azriel knows that whatever just happened ended everything. you never leave, you brought a bag, he knows you have spare clothes with you because you only ever bring the purple gym bag when you need extra space for the next day's clothes, and now you're leaving.

you never leave on an argument, you always work it out, even if you're still mad at him.

which is what tells him you're not mad at him, you're simply done.

he watches you leave exactly thirty-two minutes later, with the blasted purple gym bag over your shoulder, his heart aching in his chest.

you walk away from azriel thirty-two minutes later, feeling like a total idiot, with your heart breaking in your chest.

nine days later, you’re cautiously making your way through the iced-over parking lot, trying to work out exactly how to explain to your mom that the man you were so sure was the one is now gone, when only a week ago you were fawning on the phone, heart-eyed and utterly stupid.

there’s a host waiting at the stand, smart pressed waistcoat and a smile, and when you tell him the name of your reservation, he frowns a little. 

“sorry, ma’am, we already seated that booking?”

“I’m sorry?”

“well, two people already arrived. we seated your booking. do they know you’re coming?”

“uh, it’s my booking, my name.” producing your ID from your pocket, he checked it, cheeks tinting a little.

"my apologies, ma’am. it’s really no trouble, it’s a table for four, so I’ll just grab another menu, and I’ll take you over.”

he did just that, wandering away to collect another selection of menus, before motioning you to follow him. you did. 

your mom brought a date? and didn’t tell you? at least someone was happily in love, then.

except, it definitely wasn’t your mother’s date when you rounded the corner on the second floor to your table.

hazel eyes met your own, and you froze, stumbling a little in your smart heels as your sights locked with bright hazel eyes. 

azriel lifted his water glass to his lips, taking a deep and nervous gulp, but never looking away.

you shuffled a little closer to the table, and when you finally made it close enough for your mother to notice your appearance, azriel’s chair scraped across the floor loudly. he stood.

as though sensing the tension, the host placed your menus down neatly in the chair beside azriel’s, promising to send a waiter over to take a drinks order soon.

“hi, baby,” you croaked out the word roughly, the petname feeling oh-so-wrong on your tongue, and oh-so-right at the same time. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” there was something raw in his voice when he spoke, and you simply nodded. he shuffled forward again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you were slipping your coat from your shoulders. he took it from you, always such a gentleman, one of the reason you fell for him, and laid it with his own and your mother’s over the spare chair. he pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“okay, okay, I see you trying to act reserved because your mother is here. I’m going to nip to the bathroom, give you two a moment.”

she winked, before getting up from the table to leave, having no idea just what she was leaving you in. utter silence took over as she walked away.

azriel pushed a bouquet of flowers towards you, twisting a little in his seat.

“these were for you, but, uh, when I got here you were running late and I was intending to apologise, but, your mom didn’t seem to know we were.. so, I said they were for her, but..”

“I hadn’t told her yet, hadn’t really worked up the courage to do so.” he only nodded, licking over his lower lip. “if you don’t mind, could you stay tonight? just, for the dinner now, and then in a few days, I’ll tell her it didn’t work out. I don’t want to spend the whole dinner with her questioning me, and-”

“or, you don’t tell her anything at all.”

“what?”

you finally looked up at him, having felt his gaze burning into the side of your head until you met it.

“I miss you.”

“azriel..”

“no, I miss you like I have never missed anyone or anything before. I miss you and it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything, because every time I remember you’re not there, you’re not coming back, it feels like something inside of me dies.”

“why are you here?”

“because you invited me, and I wanted to meet your mother.”

“you didn’t want to when I asked you!”

“yes, I did!”

your brows furrowed, and azriel lifted a hand, resting it over your cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it a little bit. “last time I let myself love someone even half as much as I love you, I got hurt so bad I thought I’d never be whole again.”

your throat burned, the words he’d finally spoken rattling around the inside of your skull, ringing in your ears. 

“so, what changed?”

“you did. I had put up so many walls that when you were fixing everything, when you were doing and being everything I wanted, I couldn’t see it. I was so sure you were going to leave me, and so I figured it would hurt less if I never let you get that close. but you did get that close, you’re under my skin, running through my mind, living in my heart. so, I love you, and if you still love me, I think we should kiss and make up, because I’m going through withdrawals from your love, baby.”

“that last bit was so cheesy.” you whispered, eyes flicking down and lingering on his lips, which twisted into a smirk before you looked back up. he smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, urging you a little closer.

“say you still love me.”

“you were an asshole.”

“yeah, I was. say you still love me.”

“you’re here.”

“yeah, I am. say you still love me.”

“I love you, azriel.”

“I love you, baby.”

and his lips brushed yours, once to tease, a second time to linger, and then he pressed his mouth firmly against your own. your sigh matched his, the feeling of pure bliss racing through your veins, a feeling you’d missed so much finally coming crashing back down. it was like you’d been cold for days, cold since the moment you left him, finally warm again.

“I missed you so much.” his words were mumbled into your mouth, softly between needy kisses, the hand on your cheek slipping down to rest on the back of your chair, the other slipping down to under the seat, your chair scraping on the floor as he pulled you closer to him. “don’t ever leave me again, think I was going insane.”

placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back just enough to take a proper breath and catch his eye.

“trust me, azriel, I am not going anywhere. you.. you’re it. I know you’ve been hurt, you don’t have to tell me the ins and outs of it, but just know, I’m in it with you, all of it. it’s us, always. I just need you to trust that, trust that I love you and I want you, all of you, and we’ll make everything else up as we go.”

he only nodded, blinking away the shine that took over his eyes, and resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing lightly.

“oh, to be young and in love again.”

you jerked apart as your mother sat back down, staring between you both like she knew everything and nothing all at once.

maybe she did. you didn’t care, you were simply happy about having them both here. azriel’s hand smoothed down your arm lightly where it sat on the table, linking your fingers together, and squeezing.

it was a promise, that this was it, now. from now on, it was the two of you, together.

“so,” your mother started, leaning conspiratorially across the table. “I want to hear all about how you two met.”

[artistfingers]

how. how does Identity Crisis happen in- Fun Danny and Super Danny. how do the Danny's try to explain their personalities suddenly changing- do they try to claim they got hit by something in the Fenton's lab at the same time and it messed them both up or do they just. try so hard to be normal and keep failing-

[Undercover AU]

OH MAN. IDENTITY CRISIS.

It probably begins with Danny throwing in the towel on needing to be in two places at once. He can’t duplicate and he can’t come clean about his two identities because he’s just too far gone—there isn’t a way to do it that might potentially cost him the friendships. who’s gonna be a fan of, “know how we’ve been really close friends for months and months now? Well i’ve been keeping core aspects of my identity a secret from you and also did some very questionable things in that process. let’s go for ice cream!”

so what does he do? Decide to go check out that Fenton Ghost catcher of course! Once, last year, he accidentally split himself in two with it. Not for long, of course, enough to be creeped out, sure. BUT. It worked, so surely he can keep it up all day, right? And really he only needs to be split like, sometimes. Friday nights and weekends, mostly. Yeah. He can make that work. Why did he never think of this before??

...He didn’t expect that neither half of him would want to go back to leading a double life and just. Straight up refuse. He didn’t expect the personality shifts, either. That’s definitely a new… experience...

Sam and Tucker have already seen the way ghosts can get messed up by tech, what with the way they all met, so it’s pretty easy to explain away as Phantom, if nothing else. As for Fenton? A little harder. I’m really amused by the idea of them trying so hard to be normal, but continually failing pfdhjf for that route, i might make the shifts a bit more subtle, or at least easier for him to put a cap on for a while. Ironically he probably nearly spills the beans on like ten different occasions across whatever week this incident spans and digs himself into several holes

At least he can get sam and tucker to stop bugging him to meet Phantom! Except when he lets them set it up and goes through with it, wow. Uh. interacting with himself is so off-putting and weird. he probably argues with himself about something. There’s an obvious secrete side-huddle between the two Dannys. Sam and Tucker are watching them like hawks and the whole thing ends with more questions than answers for those two.

And, a twist, just for the fun of it: he doesn’t stay stable, split in half like this. So not only is he trying to act normal and living twice as much life as he normally does, but he’s also cut off from half his powers when he needs ‘em, and he’s got worsening destablization symptoms in both forms. And at the point he realizes it’s becoming a real problem, his halves can’t agree on how to fix it. Go back through the catcher? Or enlist Tuck to help build something new, the way he reverse engineered the thing that got Danny stuck as Phantom way back at the start?

So Fenton’s off with Tucker trying to build something new, and Phantom’s off with Sam trying to locate and wrangle Fenton into “helping” them “heal” Phantom with his “parent’s scarily useful inventions” and it leads to a big ruckus in the lab that, once he’s back together, Danny has to lie through his teeth to keep Sam and Tucker from figuring out his dual-identity right then and there hsgdfghs

… and onto Sam’s conspiracy corkboard Identity Crisis goes, and this happens directly after.

[skeezsbbygirl]

kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

[skiller0dani]

Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

//

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

//

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

//

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

[willwriteforhugs]

you saved me- park seonghwa

seonghwa x reader - one shot !

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, meet-cute

synopsis: a busy and cold winter day leads you to a (very close) brush with death. but a stranger seems to be in just the right place at just the right time...

warnings: mentions of loneliness, near car accident (nothing too serious)

a/n: 

me as i open tumblr with the intent of actually posting for once: god i need to go post something so i feel less bad about being alive

so, anyways. first seonghwa fic- which is really just a long drabble. i always knew i wanted a seonghwa meet-cute, and this idea just seemed to suit him... please remember that this is for entertainment purposes only, though, so be respectful! (also, ^^^THIS genre of seonghwa pic, with the grainy filter and the tan...bruh...)

 anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always- thank you for reading :)

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your breath comes out in short, angry puffs, which you can see reflected in the cold afternoon air. the temperature in seoul is absolutely freezing, and you are not dressed for it. when you had left for work this morning, (in your standard sweater + jeans combo) you clearly were not anticipating that the sky would dump snow all day long. you long desperately for your warm winter coat.

so now, here you are: jogging, but only as quickly as you feel is safe in this weather. your condo is only a few blocks down- hence why you had walked in the first place, and why you hadn’t brought cash to pay for a bus. but god, the cold is just piercing.

the streets are practically empty, because of the terrible weather. so, at the very least, you are spared the embarrassment of having to waddle awkwardly on the ice in front of others.

but, to add to the stress- your day had seriously not gone as planned.

 when you first took it, you thought that the simple receptionist job would be easy- and doubly so with the convenient location. but these past few weeks were proving you wrong, today especially. while being distracted by coworkers, you accidentally put an important client on a somewhat permanent hold, and ruined a potential sale. as if that wasn’t enough, the next call you routed to a completely different office by mistake, earning you a strict talking to by the supervisor. 

so, to put it plainly: you were tired, annoyed, and cold. so. freaking. cold.

heaving a sigh, you continue your jog/waddle towards your street corner, which is two intersections away. faintly, you can hear a city bus approaching, the one that always stops near your work building. from where you are standing, the bus will be driving perpendicular to you, and you cock your head in thought. you don’t need the shuttle itself, since you live so close, but you wonder how close the bus is now...

feeling a sudden burst of energy, you speed up a bit, challenging yourself to beat the bus to the empty corner, even though you know it won’t stop there. this is something you do often- set up little games for yourself. it’s mostly an attempt to stay busy, but- though you’d never admit it, it helps with the loneliness too. when you race against the clock (say, to make a speedrun to the copy room at work) it almost feels like you are competing against an old friend.

you obviously know that you can’t beat the bus, but the thought itself is entertaining, so you throw caution to the wind. your feet slap the pavement as you run, and you hear yourself laugh a little. the cold air rushing by your cheeks helps distract you from your own thoughts.

you sprint through an empty intersection, and as you approach the final corner- having obviously lost the race to the bus- you begin to slow down a bit. but as you near the end of the sidewalk, (which is parallel to the moving bus, whose hulking body is getting ready to pass you) you feel your previous momentum get the better of you. 

you stumble off of the curb- and right into a vicious patch of ice on the waiting asphalt. 

it happens in slow motion: your feet slide harshly backwards, and you scramble for any traction- but to no avail. you hear yourself cry out as you fall forward, right into the path of the oncoming shuttle.

you slam your eyes shut.

but instead of hitting the ground, or the bus, a sudden weight catches you around your middle and lurches backwards. you scream again, certain you’ve already died.

you hear the sound of the bus honking as it speeds by- the only thing traveling faster than it is your frantic pulse.

you hit the ground hard, with all of your weight on your left shoulder and hip. even so, you start with the relief of knowing the bus didn’t even graze you. 

only after a moment do you realize why it hadn’t.

someone had caught you.

grabbed you from behind, and used their whole body weight to get the two of you to safety. 

you lurch forward, startled. as you turn around, you see him lying on the ground, in the same position you were in just seconds before- and you meet the eyes of the person who’d just saved you. 

it’s a man- a young one. and good god, he’s beautiful, too. the boy on the ground before you is seriously the epitome of korean beauty- large, dark eyes, an open face, and full lips. as soon as he opens his mouth, you wonder at how his teeth could possibly be so perfect.

it takes you a moment of staring before you realize he’s speaking to you. 

“um.” your voice breaks. “what?”

the boy scrambles onto his knees, shuffling towards you. “i asked if you’re alright- are you hurt?” his voice is concerned, and his hands flutter about your face- too wary to touch you, but clearly wanting to.

his eyes are more genuine than you can even take in, and you hesitate at the whole scene- what the hell is happening? did you hit your head?

you stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. the boy leans back on his heels as you finally catch your breath. 

your words are breathy, but deliberate. “you- you saved me.”

the boy tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. “yes, i suppose i did.” a beat passes before he continues. his eyes, though now bordering on playful, still look worried. “you probably shouldn’t be running in this sort of weather.”

you heave a sigh that comes out in a laugh. “yeah, i realize that now.”

your counterpart picks himself up off the ground, brushing off his front. he then extends a hand towards you. you stare at it for a moment, confused. for a moment, he looks down at you intently, waiting. your puzzlement passes, and you blush as you cautiously place your palm in his, allowing him to help you up. 

“i’m seonghwa, by the way. park seonghwa.” the man- no, seonghwa looks down at you, letting his sentence hang.

you clear your throat, feeling a harsh wave of embarrassment at the situation. “um- i’m y/n.”

seonghwa nods at you, taking a step back. his brow is furrowed. “well, y/n-ssi- you didn’t actually tell me if you were hurt or not. do you feel dizzy? nauseous?”

you throw your hands up in protest, not wanting to cause any more distress than you already had. “no, uh- i’m fine, really. maybe a little bruised, but i’m okay. i think it would be a bigger problem if you were hurt...”

you are not exaggerating- you can only imagine the guilt you would feel if he’d been injured. 

seonghwa represses a smile. “i’m alright too. you did startle me, though. thought i was about to witness something pretty terrible...”

at this, you give a surprised chuckle. “yeah, i’m so sorry...you really came out of nowhere, huh? i seriously didn’t even know you were there until i was on the ground!”

this time, it’s his turn to laugh. “yeah, those bus stops provide great cover.”

the two of you settle into a stiff silence, and you can practically hear your heart pounding- both with leftover adrenaline, as well as the sudden nerves that seonghwa was giving you.

“here,” he says, breaking the quiet. “take this.” he shrugs off his long winter coat, and before you can argue, he’s reached over and settled it on your shoulders. the relief is near instantaneous, but you find yourself a bit too tongue-tied to thank him.

you sigh again, determined to get the words out. “oh, god, i really am so sorry about that, um-” you stutter. “i really should thank you, for the coat. but also-” you take a deep breath. “thank you, park seonghwa, for saving my life.”

at this, the man actually blushes. he reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. “no, really, it was just a gut reaction...”

you shake your head, insistent. “it doesn’t matter. i could have died, but you prevented that. now-” you can feel yourself gaining confidence. “what can i do to repay you?”

seonghwa’s face, which had previously harbored a look of child-like innocence, suddenly turns mischievous. 

you tilt your head, indicating an answer.

his smug smile is full now, chin tilted upwards. “i actually do have a request.”

“okay, shoot.”

“you’ll do anything i ask?”

you frown, narrowing your eyes in an almost flirtatious way. “i suppose i have a few limits...”

to your surprise, seonghwa interrupts you, eyes twinkling. “you’ll repay me- by allowing me to take you out on a date, y/n.”

your mind goes fully blank for a moment. 

...huh?

you blink in shock, not being able to suppress your initial reaction. “wait, come again?”

“will you go on a date with me?”

you stare at him- this terrifyingly beautiful man was asking you on a date? after you’d fully humiliated yourself in front of him? what on earth?

suddenly, before you can even finish the thought, you find yourself nodding. “i suppose i can arrange that.”

seonghwa’s smile is completely smug at this point. “does tonight work?”

you bite your lip, heart pounding despite the chilly weather. your voice comes out in a whisper: “yes, i suppose tonight works.”

seonghwa tries to bury his smile and looks at the ground. “that’s great.” he pauses, allowing his gaze to flit back to you. “do you- i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you want me to walk you home?”

you smile, but shake your head. “it’s alright, i live close. here- i’ll give you my number, though.”

you dig through your work satchel for a piece of paper and scribble your phone number on it. when you extend it, he accepts the slip, still trying to suppress his grin.

a beat passes, and the two of you look at each other intently.

and with that, seonghwa reaches down and gently takes your hand, glancing at your face to make sure the action is alright with you. when you don’t pull away, he lifts it up and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, holding your gaze the entire time. his lips are cold, an unlikely and romantic nod to the temperature.

you feel your neck and cheeks go red, but you smile in an attempt to seem casual. “thanks again, seonghwa. for helping me.”

“of course.” the man’s eyes are twinkling again. “as grim as it sounds, i’m sort of glad it happened. if it hadn’t, i probably wouldn’t be talking with you right now.”

you smirk in what you hope is a flirtatious manner. 

“well,” he continues. “don’t let me keep you. after all, you’ve got a date to get ready for.”

seonghwa begins to walk away, then turns back. “although,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’m pretty sure the guy you’re meeting with won’t care what you’re wearing. you could probably show up in your pajamas and he’d still think you were gorgeous. just for the record.”

before you could manage an answer, he turns on his heel and strides away- but even from here, you can tell he still has a goofy grin plastered on his face.

heart pounding, you turn and make your way towards your apartment building. 

despite yourself, you also can’t seem to keep the grin off of your face.

[quinncupine]

Yo imagine being in the general class of UA and being recovery girl’s little apprentice/intern and one of the 1A boys constantly getting hurt (whether its on purpose or accidentally ) as an excuse to come visit; I’m imagining todoroki or kaminari because I’m in a mood for those 2 and Deku wouldn’t need to an excuse 🙄

Ha, of course Deku wouldn't need an excuse!🙄 That's his second home at this point. I’ve never written for Kaminari before so this was a fun little experience! Sorry I’m answering this so late, I took a little writing break last week, but now I’m back on the grind! (Also I tried to keep this gender neutral as well!)

Word count: ~2.8K

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Midoriya, Kaminari, and Todoroki with Intern!Reader

Midoriya

"Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya," a soft voice sighed in mock exasperation. "How did I know I would find you here yet again."

Izuku flinched and looked up from his spot on the bed to see you casually leaning against the doorframe. That signature white lab coat draped over your form suited you perfectly. You looked like a real doctor standing there with the little clipboard tucked neatly into your waist and that warm smile radiating off you. To say that your smile had an effect on him was an understatement.

"Uh," he chuckled with a nervous smile, "sorry, I know I was just here yesterday."

"Yesterday? Midoriya, you've been here every day this week." Hopping off the door frame, you crossed your arms. "Do you wanna see me that bad?"

It was only a joke, but his face flushed a bright crimson at your words. Suddenly, every spot other than you seemed much more interesting to stare at, so he didn't catch that smirk lighting up your face as you stepped into the room.

A quick flip through the probably too many pages in his chart that he'd racked up this year alone, "So, what's it this time?"

"Just a sprained wrist," he held up said wrist. "I thought it was fine, but then it started to swell so I, uh, thought I should come here…just in case."

"And how did it happen?" you set the chart down and pulled the little wheeled stool to sit in front of him. With gentle fingers, you prodded the bruised skin.

At your touch, he stiffened. You were so close, eyes solely focused on his wrist. While you were examining him, he took the opportunity to stare at you with those giant green eyes of his, cataloging every inch of your face. When you began your internship with Recovery Girl, he was shocked the first time he walked in here to see you instead of the older woman. Not that he was complaining. You were way more amiable with him and although you didn't appreciate him injuring himself so much, he'd come to quite like these little meetings with just the two of you.

"Lucky for you, it's not too bad," you decided, looking up to meet his deer-eyed gaze. One which he promptly looked away from. "Ice it for twenty minutes a few times today and the swelling should go down. I'll get you a compression bandage." When you stood up to root through the doors for the bandage, you glanced back at him. "What'd you do, punch a brick wall?"

"Concrete actually," he stuttered out. "I missed my opponent, couldn't stop my follow-through in time."

The power he held always amazed you, but you were always the one to see the after-effects during training. He was strong to a point of recklessness. Something he really needed to work on. Finally finding the bandages, you walked back to your stool.

"Well, I hope you kicked that wall's ass then." Grabbing his hand, you locked eyes with him, "just don't overdo it too much. You only have two hands so try and keep them for at least a few more years yeah?"

Izuku was only half-listening, too entranced by your touch to keep up with the conversation. As you carefully wrapped his wrist, he sat back, taking the time to take in your image. This was really the only time he ever got to see you. The support department was on the opposite side of campus and those classes rarely ever teamed up. Besides, you were part of the relief support courses, not tactical, which meant the two of you would never train together while here. And while you were great at this part, patching him up right quick, and sending him on his way, he couldn't help but wish you were slower. All he wanted was to just sit here forever with you, injuries be damned.

"Right then, here we are," Straightening up, you finished wrapping the limb, and with a double check to make sure everything was in order, you smiled up at him. "You know, I should start charging each time you come in here. I bet you'd be able to cover this entire department's budget in a week.

"Oh, you think so?" the way he cocked his head, that cute little innocent widening of his eyes seemed to inject serotonin straight into your veins. The boy was just too adorable for his own good and he didn't even know it. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother."

"A bother? You?" An airy laugh blew past your lips. "My day would be so boring if I didn't have my favorite patient to keep me company." He tried his best to hide that all too obvious blush creeping up his neck. "Although, I could do without all the injuries you seem to be racking up."

Izuku turned his focus to the newly wrapped wrist, biting on his lower lip. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you or he might combust on the spot. When you left his side to go wash your hands, he finally sneaked a peek. Now that you were done, he was going to have to leave. He didn't want to leave. He liked being here with you. For whatever reason, anytime you were near him, his heart raced and he felt lightheaded, but also a million times better, even with whatever injuries he was sporting. If he didn't already know your quirk, he would've thought you had the ability to heal with just a simple smile. You were an adrenaline boost he always looked forward to.

"You're not always here, right?" the words left his mouth before he even realized he said them aloud. "I, uh, I mean, you do other things outside the recovery ward?"

"Sure," you shrugged, drying your hands. "You're not always training, right?" With a pause you shook your head, "wait, don't answer that. I think I already know that answer." Casting a smirk at him, he looked down at his shoes, a smile of his own taking root. "I'll have you know I do do other things besides patching up one Mr. Broken Bones Midoriya."

"Oh yeah, of course, you do!" he tripped over the words as they spilled from his mouth. "I just mean that your really cool and stuff but I never really see you other than here and I know the campus is big, but I just thought that maybe you, or I, or, or…uh…" he was running out of gas and confidence so he decided to abandon ship and jump to his feet, intent on escaping this sinking boat. "Um, anyway, thanks for the uh-thanks for this!" Waving his wrist, he made for the exit but before he could make his hasty getaway, you stepped in front of him.

"Geez Midoriya, calm down," it was like trying to corral a frantic bunny. The boy's eyes were darting all over the place, probably looking for a different escape route. "Tell ya what, when that wrist heals up and if you don't get any more injuries before the weekend, let's see if we can change not seeing each other around."

Izuku froze, the words processing in his mind a few times before they finally clicked. "You mean like a-a…"

"Just try not to get hurt for at least a few days? You placed a hand on his shoulder and lead him towards the door. "Think you can manage that?"

He'd never been so motivated to stay this healthy before. A furious nod and you sent him off with a wink. When the door closed, he slumped against the wall outside, bandaged wrist against his chest, trying to stop the mini horse race trampling through his chest. What he didn't know was that you were on the opposite side of that door, one hand to your own chest, the other trying to combat the heat on your cheeks. You'd been working up the courage to do that all week because god knows when Midoriya would ever find the courage to do it. An all too excited squeal rushed out of your mouth before you could stop it. This was going to be an interesting week.

 KAMINARI

You could hear the babbling from down the hall before you saw him. That stupid deep-fried laugh was synonymous with one person and one person only. Dropping the pen and whirling around in your chair, you leaned your elbow on the armrest as two of the school's med bots ushered Denki in. Thumbs up and that dopey smile plastered on his face had you trying your best to contain the giggle building in your throat.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," you smirked at the blonde who'd been sat on one of the beds. "Go over your limit again Kaminari?"

"Yay…" he mumbled and fell back on the bed with a groan.

It wasn't the first time he'd come in with a fried brain and if there was one thing you knew about him, it wouldn't be the last. The good thing is he usually just needed to sleep it off for a bit. But being the ever diligent medical intern, you came over to check him over.

Denki laid sprawled out on the bed, hands finally giving out and falling to his side. After a quick examination, he appeared to be in working order, just needed a bit of a recharge, so you returned to your paperwork and let him be.

A half-hour later, he sat up with a loud groan, rubbing his head, "Uh, that majorly sucked."

"Ah, so sleeping beauty finally rises," you didn't even turn to him but still felt that charming smile bounce off your back.

"You really think I'm a beauty?" he grinned, standing up to stretch. "You know I'm still pretty sore, I could always get back in bed and we can see if a kiss will make me feel better."

"Tell me," a playful tug on your lips as you twirled in your chair to face him, "do any of those lines ever work?"

"That's for you to answer and for me to find out."

"Sorry to disappoint bud, but I don't think you're gonna like my answer." Satisfied with his little pout, you turned back to continue your work. "You're fine Kaminari, you can go back to class now."

"Aww, but being here with you is so much better," he trudged over to your desk and leaned on the back of the chair. "Can't you write me a doctor's note so I can stay here with your beautiful face for the rest of the day?"

"And what would you even want to do here with me for the rest of the day, hmm?" you hadn't meant it to sound like an innuendo, but judging from his flushed expression, he'd taken it that way.

"Don't tell me you're interested in the medical field now?" it was your attempt to gain control of the conversation again. "And after all that hard hero training you do."

"Uh, I…" a small spark shot between his hands as he tried to think of something to say. You must've really thrown him off this time, although that isn't very hard to do. After a few moments of fidgeting, he deflated and dropped his head. "All right, I'll go back to class."

"Aww come now, don't look so down," you laughed, leaning back in your chair. "I'm sure Mr. Aizawa is much more fun than I am."

"Yeah, if you think torture is fun," he pulled his hair with a whine and slogged towards the door. When he reached for the handle, he paused and glanced back at you with a forlorn look. "Not even a kiss for the road?"

"Hmm," tapping your chin with the pen, you smirked, "maybe if you come up with a less cheesy pick-up line, then I might be more inclined."

That perked him up more than any jolt of electricity could do. "Well you're in luck babe, I've got plenty of 'em!"

"Let's hear it then, I'm all ears."

"Okay, okay…" he scrunched his face and crossed his arms. You could practically see the gears turning as he thought it through. "Damn," he spoke after a moment, trying to hide his smirk, "you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick-up line."

You chucked the pen at him with a snort, which he narrowly dodged, hopping halfway out the door in the process. "Oh my god Kaminari, I said less cheesy, get out of here!"

That dorky grin back on his face, he held up his hands. "Fine, but don't think I'm finished here. I will find one that works." With a wave, he disappeared, yelling through the door, "mark my words!"

TODOROKI

Honestly, the scrape wasn't even that bad or that deep, but he still found himself marching towards Recovery girls office in hopes he'd find you there. Ever since you became her intern, he seemed to find himself injured more and more frequently…by total accident of course.

"Oh, Todoroki," you smiled as he walked in. "What brings you in today?"

"I injured my arm during training today," he said flatly, holding the appendage up. There was a sizable gash under what looked like scorch marks. "I thought it best to get it checked out."

"Geez, who were you fighting this time?"

"Bakugo," with a shrug, he glanced at his arm.

"Well, that makes sense," you waved him to one of the beds, "come on, let's have a look then."

Silently, he sat down on the examination bed, the stiff paper ruffling as he scooted back slightly when you approached. His whole body was stiff, eyes staring everywhere but your face. It didn't look much different from his usual self, but internally, he was having a slight meltdown from your mere proximity alone.

Sliding the stool over, you sat down and twisted his left arm back and forth to get a good look, muttering a few things before giving it back. "the cuts shallow which means no stitches, so that's good. Should heal on its own in a few days. I'll just clean it and wrap it, then you're good to go."

"Oh," the word unintentionally slipped out.

When you looked up at him, you noticed the tiniest of pouts forming on his lips. "Unless something else is wrong?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly.

Something else was definitely wrong. Throwing him a quizzical look, you headed for the drawers that held your supplies. "That's good I suppose," you said lightly, "It seems like I've been seeing you almost every day this week alone."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I didn't say I was complaining," with a grin, you sat back in front of him with sterilizing pads and gauze.

Those words alone were enough for his left side to flare up. When your fingers touched his arm to clean the wound, you flinched away.

"Uh, hey Todoroki," you cocked your head, trying to maintain that professional demeanor Recovery Girl kept pestering you about (although the old woman should take her own advice) and not crack a smile. When his eyes finally met your own, you pointed to his arm, raising a brow. "Might wanna tone down the heat there."

He blinked. Then blinked again before realizing what the problem was. His cheeks flushed almost the same color as his hair and turned his head in embarrassment, rasping out a quiet apology.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" dapping the wound after the skin cooled down, your eyes wandered up to his. "You seem a little worked up."

"Something like that," he mumbled, watching your hands delicately work, using that as a distraction to keep from staring at your face. The same face he could easily find himself lost in if he gave himself the chance. So he decided to change the subject. "It's quiet here." Yeah, way to go, man, real insightful.

"Yeah, Recovery Girl gives me the quietest shifts until I gain enough experience." Once the soot was cleaned off, you grabbed the gauze. "You don't always have to be injured to come visit me, you know." Sparing a quick glance up at him, you started wrapping the limb. "I wouldn't mind the company."

"Am I even allowed in here without an excuse?" It was just a curious question but your frown caught him off-guard, wondering if he said something wrong.

"Couldn't hurt to find out," you mumbled, "I mean we are in an infirmary." Tying off the gauze, you patted just below the cut with a small smile. "Okay, you're all patched up. You're free to go."

"Does it have to be here?" Shoto suddenly stood up, eyes meeting your own.

"What?"

"You said you wouldn't mind the company," he furrowed his brow. "Does it have to be here?"

"Well, no, I was just saying…wait, you wanna see me outside of here?" you gestured around the room, a little baffled.

He nodded, looking less confident by the minute. "If that's alright with you."

The smile that lit up your face was brighter than any flames Shoto could ever hope to produce. "It's more than alright with me."

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[sakamaki-richter]

2. | 9. | 24.

TIDBITS HEADCANONS

— ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇʀ?

♚ — well that’s a subjective question BUT i’d say yeah, he is. he’s had a lot of time to earn experience, and i’m sure his time spent with cordelia wasn’t anything less than eventful. his kisses usually start of slow, and more gentle— but can build momentum depending on his intentions. if he’s angry, they can be quite intense and overwhelming, definitely leaving you breathless if you aren’t careful.

— ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ?

♚ — well. aside from the obvious being to resurrect cordelia and to, hopefully, earn a lot more time with her than previously allowed??

♚ — (i’m going off the fact that in every route, “cordelia” seems to fall out of his reach). personally i’d like to see richter pursue a future that leads to much better self image. maybe take another trip around the globe. learn to find something that’s actually fulfilling and not mentally straining. find a hobby, lifestyle choice, just something he could call his own without relating it to any other person. and honestly just??? live a lot healthier?? (i also love the route of richter yoinking karl’s seat but thats just me).

— ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ’ꜱ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ? ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ/ꜱ?

♚ — he’d give it an attempt but lord knows this man doesn’t know how to use it. would for sure be on facebook, yet he wouldn’t be one of those facebook moms. he’s 100% only post accidentally, have it go viral, then wonder why people are making fun of him T-T. and the same would probably go for any other social media.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine getting shanks out of sticky situations part 1

Shanks: *surrounded by women pawing at him at a bar and is looking very uncomfortable*

Women: *starting to bicker and fight*

You: *leans over to Benn* is he okay?

Benn: *looks over at Shanks* probably not

Shanks: *taps his forehead*

Benn: definitely not, that's his signal for help

You: I'll handle it, can I borrow the cargo manifest?

Benn: sure

You: *heads over to Shanks* sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow

Woman: *slaps you* get lost he's busy

You: *ignores her and lies your ass off* captain, here's the cargo manifest to go over and like you asked I'm reminding you that you need to do a hull inspection before we set off tomorrow since we accidentally hit a reef coming into port.

Woman: *afraid* you're a member of his crew

Shanks: *glaring at her, he takes the files from you* I must get going *gets up and lead you over to where the crew is, and he cups your cheek to get a better look at you* you alright (y/n)?

You: *smiles and laughs* yeah, if something like that was enough to hurt me I wouldn't have survived this long.

Shanks: thanks for the rescue, but how did you know I needed to check the hull?

You: I made that up, that's a thing?

Shanks: yes, and it's been something I've been putting off. So thanks for reminding me. *Ruffles your hair*

Benn: but you seriously need to do you duties before we set sail tomorrow. You need to pick where we're going next, plan our route, check if we have enough food, go over the cargo manifest, inspect the ship, and that just to name a few.

Shanks: *pouts* that'll take all night

Benn: you've had three days to do it and you've been putting it off *drags shanks out of the bar by the back of his shirt*

Shanks: no! (y/n)! Save me!

You: *waves him good bye* I'll finish your beer off and drink enough for both of us