#….normally but this is me we’re talking about so that means disaster usually

[mychemicalasexual]

i’m currently 4k deep after months of rewriting a wip fic without a beta or co-author to stop me getting sidetracked…

putting together a voltron rewrite doc in a completely random order and don’t quite know what i’m doing

AND trying to get my v-day ship art done to be post throughout the month and only just finding out i won’t be able to get anywhere near my tablet for the next week bc i’m visiting family in half term

oh and i froze my ass off filming cosplay today and it set off my sensory issues……ha

[garbinge]

BIO-HAZARD

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x F!Reader // Word Count: 670 Summary: Based on S2E22, Swak. When Tony opens an envelope with an unknown white substance, Gibbs gives you a call to give you a heads up. Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Light angst. Bio-Hazard material mentions, banter. A/N: A little small Gibbs fic I've had in my WIPs for a while :)

When the phone rang, it was clear you weren’t expecting the news that it was ringing with. You thought it’d be a quick minute to tell you he’d be home late, again. Which never bothered you, you knew Gibbs was married to the job just as much as you. It was more of a disappointment these days than anything else. You had a few weeks off and were taking the opportunity to be home, catching up on relaxing and being still. Two things Jethro was never good at. Currently, you had decided to give baking a try, the kitchen was a disaster, and so were the brownies you were attempting to make from scratch. 

“Why do people bake again?” You answered the phone, wiping some batter off your forehead and moving to the sink to wash it off. 

You couldn’t see it, but Gibbs gave a slight smile, a disappointing one as his eyes shut. All his way of preparing to tell you as he realized how good of a mood you were in. He was able to see past your disdained comment to know despite failing at baking, you were having a damn good time doing it. 

“Oh no, you’re doing that silent brooding thing that usually means you’re gonna be home late. Look I don’t normally mind, but these are my last few days home before I’m back on the job and I’ll be the one calling you that I’m coming home late.” 

You were met with more silence. 

“Jethro?” You stopped what you were doing and grabbed the phone with a slight eagerness. 

“We got a letter sent here with white powder in it. Got opened up in my bullpen.” His voice was solemn–straight to the point. Giving you the information he had and you needed. Nothing else. 

“Jesus Christ.” You felt like you needed to be moving, grabbing your keys to go rescue him even though every logical fiber in your being knew there wasn’t anything you could do. 

“We’re on lockdown here until we know more. I’m workin’ with Duck. Everything’ll be fine.” His voice was so calm, it was so like him, if you wanted to be with anyone in a crisis, it was Gibbs for this very reason.

“You know, you say that every time and it never makes me feel better.” You fully let go of the idea of rescue now, trying to wrap your mind around what you were going to occupy yourself with while you waited for more information from him which definitely wasn’t going to come now. You had to be just as strong as Gibbs was right now. 

“But every time it’s true, right?” Now you two were talking like there wasn’t a biohazardous emergency at hand. 

You tossed your head back and forth before teasing him. “99% of the time.” 

“What’s the 1%?” 

“When you forgot our anniversary. I’ll get a last minute reservation for tonight, everything’ll be fine.”  You mocked his famous words from that one forgotten anniversary. 

“I recall everything being more than fine that night.” The power he had to be making sexual innuendos to you in a moment like this. 

“We ate goldfish and whiskey for dinner.” And the power you had to continue the conversation just the same. 

“Wasn’t talking about the food.” 

After smiling to yourself over the quiet line, you brought the conversation back to the reason he called. “Call me with updates please.” 

“Yes, boss.” 

That earned him a bigger smile from you. Always did. It made you not want to hang up the phone yet even though you knew you were on a short timeline. “How’s Abby?”

“A working wreck.” His answer came quickly, and you could tell he was on the move now. 

“Me and her both.” You took a deep sigh. “I’m gonna be at the edge of my seat all day.” 

“Work on that brownie recipe. I’m gonna need one when I get home.”

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[justmeinadaze]

In Your Corner Part 2 (Steve X Plus Sized Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve still resides in my brain and I wouldn't mind him taking care of me rn <3

Warnings: Boxer Daddy Dom Steve X plus sized Sub fem reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, dirty talk, more of a softer Steve in this one, FLUFF (they love each other), ANGST, reader has a rough day and Steve is trying to make her feel better.

Word Count: 3516

Steve came in from training that afternoon to an abnormally quiet home. Usually, if you didn’t meet him at the gym after work, you would be watching tv or reading on the couch with some music on. 

“Baby?”

After doing the obligatory scan around the living room and back patio, he headed for the bedroom finding you curled up under the blankets in bed. He crawled in behind you and without hesitation you folded into him as you took hold of his hand, placing it under your cheek. You love this side of him just as much as the rough and rugged side. The soft, doting man that wanted to make sure you were happy. 

“What’s going on, baby girl?”, he whispered.

“I just had a long day. This new client we’re working with is an imbecile and then my dad was being a jerk. That mixed with other things one right after the other… I needed a moment.” You felt him nod in understanding before gently placing kisses along your shoulder making you giggle. “You are still so sweaty.”

“You like it.” Playfully, you fight against him as he tries to use your shirt like one of his gym towels as you laugh louder, rolling over to face him. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we take a shower, get dressed, and we’ll go see a movie. Get some dinner afterwards.”

After kissing his lips, you press your face into his chest, inhaling him as you hold him closer. You never knew what it was about him but when you had a bad day or just felt down, you allowed yourself to let go and enter this particular side of that little girl headspace. You had never done that with anyone else and would always insist that you could take care of yourself. Hell, you had done it most of your life. 

The first time you had an off day in the beginning of your relationship, you shut down and disappeared. A few hours later, he knocked on your door with the intention of punishing you but as soon as he saw your face his anger faded. Steve spent the rest of the evening on the floor in your living room, making you laugh and sharing a delicious, gigantic pizza with you.

“This isn’t going to ruin your training, is it?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I mean with the pizza and beer. Don’t boxers have to be at a certain weight?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me is that beautiful smile returning to your face.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, don’t ever be afraid to tell me when something is wrong, ok? No matter what it is. I would rather take care of you or if it involves me have us talk it out than have you disappear again.”’

“I’m sorry. It’s just…how I handle my stress. I let it all build until I implode. I struggle with letting go like that. I’ve always taken care of myself, you know?”

“I know, baby, but I’m here to help.” Steve scooted closer to you, propping up on his elbow till his lips were below yours. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

From that moment on, you did and were completely surprised with how easy it was or maybe he just made it that easy. 

“You’re too sweaty.”, he mimicked in your voice making you giggle as you pushed him away and rolled out of bed. 

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get ready.”

###########

“Oh my god, Steve Harrington. You know me too well.”, you grin as you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I was going to ask you about it when I got home anyway so it was perfect.”

Every week the local Hawkins cinema would play a movie that wasn’t normally out in theaters and this weeks showing was “Shaun of the Dead.” You loved any kind of disaster fueled film especially if it left you laughing and Steve knew you needed that more than anything right now. 

Another thing you loved about him was how much genuine attention he paid to you and what you said. Like with his career, he spent a great deal of time studying you even now to make sure you were happy or to avoid making you sad. The first time you noticed it was when he went with you to the mall a couple of weeks after you started dating.

His gorgeous honey eyes kept track of everything your hand grazed or anything you pointed to that made you smile. When you entered a makeup section that’s when he started asking questions. 

“Wait so why this brand instead of that one? Are they different colors or?”

“Not exactly. This brand here feels better on my face whereas this one kind of feels cakey.”

“Cakey?”

You grin as you reach for his hand and grab both the sample bottles, dapping each one on his skin. His eyes meet yours as he softly smiles and you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips. 

“Ah, ok. I feel it now. Cakey.” Giggling, you wipe his hand with a wet wipe as you continue explaining different products to him. 

A week later he surprised you with a little bag of gifts including that makeup and some other things he’d thought you’d like from that store. 

What you didn’t know was Steve enjoyed listening to you explain things to him. You always got so animated if it was a subject you enjoyed and, personally, he loved that you didn’t talk down to him or make him feel stupid. Even when he was explaining something to you he felt like he wasn’t making any sense or sounding like a moron but you never reacted that way. 

The first time he really broke down boxing for you, he ended almost every sentence with “Does that make sense?” To which you would nod and ask him a follow up question. 

After purchasing some snacks, you made your way to the theater and as soon as you both took your seats, he wrapped his arm around you as you curled up closer to his side. 

“This was a good idea, baby. Thank you.”

“Of course, honey. I love you.

As the movie played he relished every giggle and laugh that left your lips. Seeing you happy was like a drug to him. The same adrenaline high he got after a fight was the same thing he felt when he was able to make you smile especially after a rough day. 

############

“I don’t feel like we’re dressed fancy enough to be here.”

“Sweetie, this is down the street from Enzos where people go in sweatpants. I think we’re ok.”, Steve chuckles. “But at least you’re wearing a dress. I’m the one in jeans.”

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Oh, thank you but I didn’t order this.” You politely smile as the waiter placed a martini in front you. 

“Yes ma’am. Compliments of the gentleman over at the bar.” He leans in lower so only you two would hear him. “I told them you were here with a gentleman of your own but he insisted.”

“It’s ok. Thank you. Can you give this to him and tell him even if I wasn’t here with my boyfriend I would rather die than except a drink from a smarmy asshole sitting alone at the bar?”

The waiter smirks as he nods, taking the drink with him. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking sexy. Always loved that attitude.”, Steve grins as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. 

As you two continued with your dinner, you vented to him about your day and your new client at work. He growled under his breath when you mentioned your boss who did nothing to help make your job any easier. When you started talking about the conversation with your dad, however, he noticed you breeze past the topic.

“Hey, honey, wait now. What did your dad pick a fight with you about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, babe. Just the usual stuff.”, you sighed.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in on you as he held your hand in his and kissed the back of it. 

“It was about me again wasn’t it?” When you nodded your head, he knew. You could handle the chaos at your work and still be your feisty yet cheery self but when it came to your family especially your dad it always seemed to hit you hard. 

“I just don’t understand why he can’t see you the way I do. I’ve told him your nothing like your dad or even how you were when we were growing up but…”

“Is that what the fight was about?”

“Steve…”

“Hey, it’s ok, baby girl. You know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed again as your sad eyes landed on his loving ones. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me. He said that if you were really serious about being with me…”, you shook your head in embarrassment. 

“Then we’d be married by now?”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I know you love me and I know when we are both ready we’ll take that step. I don’t think like he does. I—”

His tender, mint flavored lips cut you off as he interrupted your train of thought. 

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to marry you since freshman year. I just know you deserve the best and I’ve been waiting for the right time you know?”

“What do you mean ‘the best’?”

“Well, when it comes to a wedding I know it has to be perfect. Perfect flowy dress with the veil and pretty flowers.”, he grins as he leans back in his chair and paints a picture with his hands making you smile. “Of course, obnoxiously poofy bridesmaid’s dresses and a BEAUTIFUL venue. Then after we can honeymoon anywhere you want. I’ve been thinking Italy or maybe Hawaii. I know you love the beaches and the clear water.”

Steve looks at you then with a soft smile as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“After that, I want us to be able to come home to a house with enough rooms for us to start a family. Somewhere you feel safe and happy.”

“As long as I’m with you, Steve Harrington, I feel safe and happy.”

Once you finish your meal, he quickly runs to the restroom while you wait for him by the door. 

“I can take care of a beautiful woman like you if you let me.”

You roll your eyes at the asshole from the bar as he tries to get your attention. 

“I highly doubt that.”

“Let me show you, honey.” The man stands and strides towards you as you raise your hand to stop him. 

“I’m warning you now, honey. Sit back down and keep drinking before my boyfriend comes back and knocks you out. Trust me, he’s a boxer. He can and will.”

“Pfft like I’m afraid of that asshole.”

“Problem, baby?” Steve saunters out with confidence as you hand him his jacket you had been holding. 

“I don’t know. IS there a problem?”, you ask the man sarcastically. 

His eyes shift between you both before he shakes his head and turns away. “Fucking fat ass bitch.”

The man is forcefully turned around and met with a fist to his face. As he starts to tilt backwards Steve yanks him by the collar and turns him to face you. 

“Apologize to the lady. NOW!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m sorry!”

“Mhmm.” You roll your eyes at him again before beaming at the man you love.

##########

The entire ride home was a blur of desperate touches and needy hands mostly from your side. As he drove, your hands ran up his thigh and over his chest into the V neck part of his shirt so your fingers could graze the hair on his chest. Your lips trailed along jawline down his throat as he groaned and did his best to keep his eyes open to get you home safely. 

“I need you, Daddy. I can’t wait for us to get home so I can feel you inside of me and fill me up, baby. Fuck, Daddy, I’m so fucking wet. Please drive faster.”

Both of you practically fell into the apartment as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Steve walked you backwards with his lips attached to yours. Squeaking when the cold counter of the kitchen touched your back, you bit your bottom lip when he roughly turned you around and pushed your front half down on the granite. 

Lifting the bottom of your dress, you moaned as his hand ran along the meat of your ass before firmly coming down to spank you. Ripping off your panties, he smacked your behind again but before you could react you felt the wind of him hastily kneeling and gasped when his tongue breached your folds. 

“Yes, baby. O-Oh my god.” You whimpered as his palm came down once more and his head tilted so he could taste more of you. “Daddy, please. Don’t stop.”

Standing to his full height, Steve leaned his chest over you as he thrust two of his fingers into your entrance and pumped them so fast inside of you, you heard your slick obscenely squelch against his movements.

“Does that feel good, honey? You like when Daddy uses his fingers to make you cum?”

“Mmm—yes, Daddy.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby girl. Just making a mess all over your legs and my hand. Say it, Y/N. Say ‘I’m a dirty girl.’”

“I-I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl.”

“Yeah you are. Cum, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” Your vision was blinded by white as your body shuddered against the counter. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good girl. Ride it out. Use my fingers to make it last.”

Turning around, you cling to his neck as he smiles against your lips, throwing off his shirt as you push him towards the bedroom. 

“I like when you get needy for me.” Falling on to the mattress, you hastily remove each other’s clothes and you whimper as his palm comes down hard on your behind. “Come here and turn around, baby.”

You paused and a flash of annoyance passed through his eyes as he grabbed your throat to pull you closer to his face. 

“How many times are we going to have this conversation, little one? You are not heavy. If I couldn’t handle that sexy ass on my face I wouldn’t have asked, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As if to prove his point, Steve leaned over to take hold of your hips and effortlessly lifted you till your knees were on either side of his head. His hands pushed against your back, urging you to lean forward so you could take his cock in your mouth. 

“That’s my good girl. Fuck me.”, he groaned as your lips delicately kissed his sensitive tip before wrapping them fully around his length. 

Steve was always a man about hands. You loved his massively large, beautiful hands and everything they could do. Whether they were nestled in a glove flying towards someone’s face, moving around wildly as he told a story, or like right now spreading your pussy open wider so he could flick his tongue in and out of your entrance…you loved them and what they could do. 

Your mouth came off him with a pop as you continued to stroke him with your palm.

“Baby…please…fuck…”

“No, no, baby girl. Keep that mouth open and on me.” Doing what he wanted, you felt his fingers tangle in your hair as his hips thrust up into you. As he held you still, Steve shoved his face further into your cunt making you whine around him. The man devoured you as he fucked your face and both sensations were driving you wild.

Both hands abruptly reached beneath you as he pulled you off his cock and lifted you till you were up right. 

"Make yourself cum, honey.”

He guided your motions until you were riding him, Steve’s fingers playing with your tits as you moan his name. He had told you before he didn’t mind when you said his name instead of his title. It told him you were lost in the feeling and he liked that when you were about to reach heaven his name was the first thing from lips.

Your body shook as you came, collapsing on his stomach as he continued to lick you clean. You fell onto the bed on your side and he eagerly flipped around so he could hold you while kissing your lips. 

“Good, baby. You did so good. You’re so gorgeous when you cum hard like that.”, he whispered between kisses. Your eyes were still closed but you turned into the sound of his soothing voice as he began to peck down your jawline to your ear. “Do you feel what you do to me, pretty girl? How hard I am just from you riding my face?”

After guiding your hand to his cock, you both mewled at how firm it had gotten as precum oozed from his tip. Steve’s jaw fell open when your thumb grazed across it and he lightly shuttered in pleasure at the feeling. 

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby?”

When you nod your head, he rolls on top of you and without hesitation you circle your legs around his waist. His fingers tenderly brush some loose hair out of your face as he places soft kisses on your lips. Warm air hits your tongue as Steve moans, sliding his length into your core.

You love the rough stuff with your boyfriend but you utterly reveled in seeing him like this to. Either way he had you whether it be fucking you or making love, it was filled with passion. His eyebrows knitted together as he pumped into you slowly at first, absorbed in the full feeling of you.

“I love you, Steve.”

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you with a gentle smile. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” He pressed his forehead to yours as he gradually began moving his hips a bit faster. “Since the moment I saw you, honey. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he thrusts into you harder, your fingers clinging to his hair and shoulders as you whimper. 

“Fuck. Just like that, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Is that the spot, baby girl?”

“Cum…cum with me, baby, please.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, his eyes lock with yours as his hips practically punch into you, hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly until your back arches off the bed and your pussy squeezes his cock as you cum.

While you continue to flutter around him, his rhythm becomes sloppier till you feel him warm your sides.

After a quick shower, Steve wraps you up in one of his shirts and you cuddle against his side as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you for today. I had fun spending time with you.”

“Me to. Are you feeling less…overwhelmed?”

“I am. I always feel less stressed when we’re together.” 

“Me to.” You feel his smile as he kisses your forehead. “Y/N, if I did ask you to marry me would you say yes?”

His question throws you off guard as you sit up to fully face and he does the same. 

“What? I don’t understand—”

“Yes you do. If I ask you, Y/N Y/L/N, to marry me, Steve Harrington, would you say yes?”

“Of course, but you said you wanted to wait for the right time…”

“I did but like I said at dinner, I’ve been wanting to marry you since high school. I know weddings take some time to plan but no matter what, sweetheart, I love you. I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, or twenty years from now.” He rolls over and crouches down towards the tiny safe you know is at the bottom of his nightstand. 

You smile as his tongue pokes out while he inputs the code and grins when it beeps signaling success. Retrieving something from it, he scoots over to your side of the bed and yanks your legs making you giggle as he tugs you towards the edge. 

“I got this year ago and I’ve been saving it… I honestly think right now is the perfect time and I don’t care what I have to do or how hard I have to work I’m going to give you those things I said.” As he descended to one knee, he opened the tiny black box and you gasped when you saw the beautiful engagement ring nestled inside. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Steve Harrington! Of course!”

He breathes a sigh of relief, unaware he had been holding his breath, and promptly tackles you in his arms as he slides the ring on your finger.

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 7: Cœur

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2k a/n: bet you weren't expecting a twofer, huh next

When you were back in your office, Marco was already there, perched on your desk as usual. You assumed he saw you leave with your father and made a beeline for the room to wait for you. He knew you’d want to talk to him. He looked at you with a raise of his eyebrows. You shook your head.

“I’m still unsure. He mostly just came to ask if I wanted to come back to the family?”

“But why?”

You shook your head. “Said he’s gonna start looking for a successor but…he already told me that he was some time ago. Maybe he forgot? It was a few years ago.” You tapped your chin. “Though, doing a task like that, it’s unlikely he just forgot.”

“Maybe he’s not having luck finding someone and thought he’d try you one more time?” Marco suggested, leaning back on his hands. He watched as you plopped into your desk chair. “I suppose.” You shook your head.

“The timing is just weird, I guess. Puts me on edge.” You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Nothing about this meeting was sitting right with you. It was all too specifically timed to you.

“I’m saying. We almost got C-” Your head snapped in Marco’s direction as his own eyes widened. He clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Almost got who to do what?” You narrowed your eyes at Marco. “I fucking knew you were up to something! You and Law!” 

Marco put his hands up. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh. “Got me. We were trying to set the two of you up. Apparently, he’s got quite the crush on you. Always asks about you when Law gets home.” 

Your ears suddenly felt like they were ablaze. You folded your arms and sighed. “Well, I’m sure that’s no more.” You shook your head. “I suppose it’s better that he found out now instead of me explaining things later.” You still couldn’t believe this happened in the manner that it did. 

“However, knowing you, you probably would’ve spilled everything if he had successfully asked you out.” You nodded. He was right. If Corazon succeeded, you’d tell him everything. With him being who he was and you being who you were, you weren’t going to start a relationship off with secrets.

“It’s no matter now. I’m sure we won’t see him again. Fate had her fun. Now things can go back to normal.”

Marco just looked at you, narrowing his eyes at you. “So quick to dismiss.” He shook his head, folding his arms across his chest.

You stared at him with a confused expression. “There’s literally no coming back from this, Marco. It’s over. Done for. We’re from opposite families.”

“You both left.”

“But it’s going to be natural distrust.” 

“Do you not trust him?”

You paused for a moment. “Well, naturally.”

“You hesitated.”

“You threw me off.”

“Uh huh.”

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms and pouting slightly. “Whatever.” You weren’t even sure what you were talking about anymore. What you did know was that you were getting a headache. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“Got a bad feeling though.” Both of you spoke at the same time. You opened your eyes, locking eyes with him. “Awesome. Great. You know what that means.”

Marco chuckled, nodding. “Shit’s about to get wiiiild.” Whenever you both had the feeling and ended up syncing up, it was always a recipe for disaster. You fell into a fit of laughter with your best friend. Honestly, everything was such a fucking shit fest right now, all you could do was laugh. 

You could only imagine what was going to happen.

--

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly - a little too smoothly. You didn’t like it; Marco didn’t like it either. You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, only it never did. No surprises, nothing too crazy, a smooth, uneventful afternoon. 

Which was weird for a hospital to begin with so you knew something was wrong. At least something was going to happen to really just throw a wrench into things. Marco was on edge too. Nothing was more stressful than easy days because there was always a catch. You two never had it easy.

But, the day was fine. Nothing happened and next thing you knew, it was time to go home. Everyone showed up for their shifts on time, so you didn’t even need to stay late. It was…unsettling.

You stuck around an extra hour or so just to make sure nothing bad happened, but time came and went. So, you decided to finally leave. Marco had left a couple hours ago, letting things just be. He tried to get you to leave too only to fail in that endeavor. Just in case, you kept telling yourself.

On your way to your car, you thought about the day’s events once more. It was all just…weird. You couldn’t get over your father’s entire visit. It just didn’t feel right. It was off. He was off. Could it be because he saw Corazon? You wouldn’t be surprised if that threw him into a loop.

You were about to open your car door when you suddenly felt something behind you. Something hard pressed against the back of your head and it didn’t take a genius to know what it was. You didn’t feel fear. It was something that you’ve unfortunately experienced before.

“Don’t move.” You didn’t. Not with a gun pressed to your head. And you already knew who was at the other end of it.

“Corazon.” Your voice was flat, but you sighed softly. 

“You know, most people would be terrified to have a gun pointed to their head. Guess you really are that bastard’s child then, huh?” You made a face as he called your father a name. You really didn’t want to deal with this but you also had no choice. What if someone saw him? You were still in the hospital parking lot!

You moved quickly, turning around. You grabbed his hand with the weapon, twisting it towards the ground in an angle that made him loosen his grip. In moments, the weapon was in your hand, the magazine taken out and the chamber unloaded. You looked at him. “Are you fucking serious right now? The fucking parking lot? Are you insane?” You shoved the pieces of gun into the pocket of his jacket.

Corazon cradled his arm, just staring at you. “What the hell are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who just does that without a second thought? I’ve never seen anyone so easily disarm and render a weapon useless like that. It looked as easy as breathing to you.” The man was absolutely dumbfounded. He looked impressed but he also looked like he was trying not to be for the sake of the argument.

“Cause it is.”

He just stared at you like you grew a third head before he finally stood back up. He easily towered over you and you could tell he was trying to use that to his advantage. You looked up at him, folding your arms. You didn’t give two shits how tall he was. “So, what’s the meaning of-”

“What’s your angle?” He narrowed his eyes at you, gaze intense. 

“I don’t-” You shook your head as you spoke, only to be interrupted.

“Bullshit.”

The way he was looking at you and the dominant way he spoke made your heart race. And not with fear. Jesus fuck what was wrong with you? Now was not the time for that.

“You knew who I was the whole time, didn’t you? Played me like a fiddle.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I-” He clenched his jaw, the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

You just looked at him for a moment, trying to gather your own thoughts. Also giving him a moment to say what he needed to. After he was quiet, you spoke up. “Rosinante.” He seemed to tense as you called him that. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“It is true. I did know who you were. But, I assumed, like me, you weren’t in that scene anymore.”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit either. I clearly saw your father earlier. You’re still in the scene.” You paused, pursing your lips together. He was right on that one. You licked your teeth in thought.

“Okay. Here’s everything…” You told him. You told him just about everything. Who you were in association to your father. How you took on the Newgate last name to stay incognito. The hospital. Both sides. You told him about how you helped people from all families but you also helped people escape that kind of lifestyle. You told him all of it. When in doubt, tell the truth.

Except the whole saving Law thing. You were still keeping that one a secret. You didn’t feel like it was time to reveal that quite yet.

Corazon was silent as you spoke, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. He let you talk at him but something told you it wasn’t going to matter anyway. You were currently talking to a brick wall, but you couldn’t stop rambling.

“So, you mean to tell me that you’re neutral in all this? That you just help out all the families with no drawbacks? I’m having a hard time believing that one, chief.” He rolled his eyes at you and, for some reason, that made your blood boil.

“You know what, Rosinante?” His eyebrows raised and he looked at you. “If I really wanted to kill you for whatever reason - or kill Law - don’t you think I would have already done that? I’m a fucking doctor. I’m trusted by just about everyone in this city. I can make just about anyone fucking disappear and I have. I know you’re out of the scene. You have been out. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories. I wanted you to feel comfortable at my hospital just like everyone else.”

He started to look slightly guilty which wasn’t even what you were going for - you were just frustrated by everything. You were starting to bubble over. This day just wouldn’t fucking end.

“The lifestyle is terrible and toxic. I didn’t want to be a part of it and it was obvious you didn’t want to either, so I didn’t say anything. And if it’s a fucking crime to want to make my hospital a safe space, then arrest me.” 

He just looked at you for a long time before he shook his head. “I don’t even know if I can trust all that. You could be covering your ass.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You were trying to keep your own temper in check but you were struggling with that. You opened your eyes, looking at him. “Believe what you fucking want, Rosinante. I know my truth.” You didn’t have to prove anything to him. Why waste your time when it was clear he already made up his mind?

You turned, opening your car door. “Now, if you don’t mind. I’m going home.” With that, you climbed in your car and took off without even glancing back at him.

Well, you supposed the other shoe finally dropped.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Kusanagi doesn't want to leave the bar under the care of Saru and Yata anymore because they will fuck in the balcony again. 😞

Can you blame him, like come on guys people eat here. Normally Kusanagi is hesitant to leave them in charge of the bar anyway, like he’s not so worried about Fushimi but Fushimi and Yata together seems like a recipe for disaster. One day though he needs to go out somewhere and the other Homra guys who he would usually ask first are busy. Kusanagi’s wondering if maybe he should just close the bar for the day and Yata’s like wait I’m here, I can help. Kusanagi just looks at him and Yata’s all what, I can handle the bar. Fushimi came by for drinks and starts snickering, Kusanagi says it isn’t that he doesn’t trust Yata but there’s a lot that goes into running a bar. He wonders if Fushimi would mind helping out if he’s free, Yata’s all wait why is Saruhiko trustworthy but not me. Kusanagi says consider it just that he doesn’t feel this is a one-person thing, he’d feel better if they handled it together. Fushimi is off for the day so he agrees, probably smirking the whole time about how Kusanagi trusts him with the bar more than Yata.

Anna is also gone on a class trip for the day so they have the bar to themselves, business is pretty slow and Yata’s starting to get bored after a while. Maybe he decides to start practicing his own bartender skills, Kusanagi has a book on how to make drinks for whenever someone else is watching the bar and Yata figures he could learn. Fushimi clicks his tongue and thinks it’s a waste of time but then Yata ropes him in to testing some of the drinks and soon they’re both a little tipsy. Fushimi starts teasing Yata with different drinks, like Misaki why don’t you try Sex on the Beach next and Yata gets bright red, Fushimi laughs like but we’re not on the beach I guess. Yata’s all I could give you…I mean make you…Sex on the Beach, leaning in all close. Fushimi smirks and leans up for a kiss, saying maybe we should try something else, like a Screaming Orgasm. 

Eventually Kusanagi returns to the bar, pleased to see it’s in one piece. There’s no one at the counter though and he wonders where Yata and Fushimi wandered off to. That’s when he hears a crash above him and looks up into the balcony to see Yata desperately trying to put his clothes on while stuttering out that he didn’t hear Kusanagi walk in. Kusanagi’s mouth drops open and then Fushimi’s head pops up from between Yata’s legs, looking for once actually vaguely sheepish as he reaches for his discarded shirt. Yata’s already apologizing and Kusanagi just facepalms all ‘Yata-chan…don’t.’ After this they’re never asked to watch the bar alone again, imagine of the Homra alphabet wondering why Yata never has to watch the bar and Yata just laughs nervously while Kusanagi is like he knows why and we’re not talking about it.

[a-flux-uchiha]

I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, we’re not technically done, since I haven’t done Mikoto yet, but what can you do.

From top left to bottom right, it is Dot(Grimoire), Tenten(Tome), and Mai(Archive), then on the bottom it’s Ivy(name undecided), and Kushina(Kitsune).

The top three are the focus of Shuriken, Spikes and Swords, a crossover magical girl au I’m still working on, although it is fully planned out, just not fully written out.

Kushina and Mikoto were the generation before them, so they function a bit as mentors. I'm hoping to write out some shenanigans from when they were active. I've been meaning to get around to doing Mikoto, although I haven't managed it yet. I have a sketch for her, I just have to do it.

Ivy will be introduced in a second fic, something I had been intending to do anyway, just because it's been a lot of fun working on SSS. I had been intending to just continue with the three from the first one, however...I am not active in loz anymore, and that is very much on purpose, so I'd rather not have a fic still involving that. So, we're swapping Dot out. She'll just be moving away and Ivy will take her place. Ivy will be a couple years younger then Tenten, so just a year younger then Dot.

Please ask me about this au, I love it dearly, I have so much for it.

It got Long, so design notes under the read more.

Design notes going from top left to bottom right:

Dot: Her colors were a little rough since, well, almost all of her associated colors are already in Tenten or Mai. Pink, Red, and Teal all show up in one of those two. So it was a bit of a struggle to work that out. I think it worked out alright in the end though. Her design was originally a bit more complicated, then someone noted that her design was more complicated then Tenten and Mai's, so I ended up simplifying it a bit in the final version. She does have a cape, although it's rather hard to see. I swear it's there though. The bag at her side holds her magical item, which is a book, a grimoire you could say. It holds spells and potions and other such things. Her and Tenten were designed first, then Mai, so I could work out what things the two of them had in common and make them show up in Mai, since she had the least direction as she doesn't have any particular typical outfit from her anime. If you're wondering, the golden orb is magic and yes it's fully there to hide the fingers of that hand. We don't talk about that hand. Oh yes, please note the crown as well, that blue diamond is something you can note shows up on Tenten, Mai, and Ivy. It's a sort of team identifier thing. It's used when multiple teams of magical girls are in the same area, for something like a natural disaster usually.

Tenten: I settled on that hair option after it was decided to be the superior one between it and something similar but with braids. That one's probably more fun, if very Sailor Moon ish. Oh well. Her outfit does look very similar to one of her canon ones, which of course is on purpose, although note her forehead protector has the blue diamond on it instead of the Konoha symbol. She has a thigh pouch, and the bag hanging from her waist holds her magic item, which is a scroll similar to the ones she used in Konoha. When she's transformed it holds seals for all weapons she used in Konoha, when she's not, she draws her own seals on it, and those work like normal seals where she needs to put something in to take something out, as opposed to the transformed seals, which just spawn things in for her. There's a good chance I designed her first, since she's got the easiest design. You'll notice the waist belt system thing also shows up on Kushina and will show up on Mikoto, that is on purpose.

Mai: There was no particular reason for the boob window, Mai just wanted one and thought it was fun. Which, fair. It's mostly blocked by her hand in the drawing though. She's holding her magical item, which is a binder she writes in. She uses it to keep track of things, including the kinds of monsters they're seeing and in what quantities. She's got a couple other uses for it too, but that's the big one. She's technically a support type magical girl as she does not have magic from a past life, but she does still have magic she can use. Her specific ability is to briefly slow down time. She can't use it for very long though, as she doesn't have much magic. She's got blue diamond earrings, and if you're wondering, no one can pull on them, they're actively not technically attached to her ears. Not just a design choice they're actively not attached. Grab one and pull and you're just going to pull it away. It'll reattach itself when you let go. Notes I had when designing her outfit primarily were the skirt design, the lining of the top and sleeves, the gloves length, the bag, and the presence of the blue diamonds. Oh and the boots being like that. Her hair is held back by a headband, to go with the forehead protector on Tenten, and Dot's crown and hair bow.

Kushina: Her name is Kitsune, I'm sure you can guess why. She originally did have the long elf-like ears the others do, but after she figured out she could change her transformed state, she swapped them out for the big fox ears. It doesn't really matter as long as the ears aren't human. (Editor's note, here I realized while looking at my Ivy design that I had forgotten to do the long ears, and hurried off to fix that, this post has the proper version.) The whiskers on her face are fully because she knows Naruto had em in the other world, and she remembered his birth(and her death) soon after she became a magical girl. So there are very very few pictures of the times Kushina didn't have whiskers or big fox ears. Her magical item is the necklace, Mikoto's is also a necklace, although hers is a hawk. If you're wondering, Mikoto does have giant hawk wings, just because she could. And she should match Kushina. Kushina's actually wearing shorts under the green over dress.

And Last but Not least, Ivy: I lowkey almost forgot to draw the long ears on em. Luckily I remembered before posting this lol. Most important thing here and now: I'm going with a genderfluid Ivy! Mostly since I think it'll be fun. There is gender stuff going on with the whole magical girl situation, and while this isn't on display with any of the others, I figured I might as well get someone on board who could show off that side of this. that's mostly why I ended up picking Ivy out of all of my options for who would replace Dot. I'll just be using she when describing Ivy this time, but I'll probably switch it up in future posts. Ivy's one of the rare genderfluid magical girls who doesn't mind being active when they're not a girl, many genderfluid individuals who become magical girls are only working essentially part time. Whenever they comfortable with it. They're only found in teams of 3 or more because of that, so there's always at least two active magical girls. Actual design notes now: She's wearing kind of a variant on what she's normally wearing in the show, just without the jacket. Her magical item is Sora, although the slime only comes alive when she's transformed. Otherwise it's just a cute little plushie she carries around. She does have a fourth bag in the back attached to the belt around her waist, similar to in the show, and she can pull about anything out of those bags that she wants to. Similar to Tenten's scroll, they just spawn in the item she needs, although they are temporary. The blue diamond is on her bag strap, so still visible. Sora often hides out in the red bag, and is capable of healing large injuries, as well as smaller scrapes. Can and will eat bigger things now as well, although still prefers the potions Ivy can toss it. You will note that Ivy doesn't match Tenten and Mai quite as well as they match each other and Dot, that is on purpose, that's fairly typical for magical girl teams where one person was added later, since Ivy didn't become active at the same time as them, although they are her first team, she's technically considered a latecomer, which isn't bad. It's fairly normal for magical girl teams to switch up who's in them, especially early on when everyone is in college and early adulthood. Oh yeah you can note that her bangs are slightly off, particularly in the front, that is on purpose on her part, they look like Lattrua's.

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Thanks to you

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Hello-o.

Kusanagi: Welcome. New member is first in the club today?

Saya: I'm not a new member anymore. It's almost summer.

Kusanagi: Oh, come to think of it, summer will be here soon.

Saya: By the way, are there any other new members in the club?

Kusanagi: Yeah, a lot of people come here for our ability.

Saya: Ability...

Kusanagi: But most of the time, they just looked at Mikoto from a distance and go home scared. It's only you this year.

Saya: So it's just me. I'm getting kinda nervous...

Kusanagi: Hahaha. Relax. No one is going to eat you.

Totsuka: Thank you for your hard work! Ah, there's only you two?

Kusanagi: Uhm. You're too late.

Totsuka: Sorry-sorry. We were on day duty today.

Saya: We...That means, Suoh-senpai and Totsuka-senpai are in the same class?

Totsuka: That’s right. I guess it’s because we're in the same club. I'm often in charge of King's duties.

Totsuka: Actually I was paired with someone else before, but for some reason they decided to switch.

Kusanagi: Oh, by the way, I've heard that there is a teacher who is afraid of Mikoto.

Saya: Teacher too?

Mikoto: It’s not “too”. I didn’t do anything. They're just getting scared on their own.

Saya: Oh, Kusanagi-san said something like that when we were talking about new members before...

Kusanagi: It's a secret.

Saya: !!!!

Saya: (Kusanaga-san just wispered into my ear. He's so close....!)

Mikoto: Hey, if you're going to make out, do it somewhere else.

Kusanagi: Ahah. I wasn't going to. I just thought I'd help her relax, since she looked tense~

Saya: So that's what it was...

Saya: (It definitely helped relieve some of the tension, but it gave me a heart attack!!)

Totsuka: Are you all right? Your face is bright red.

Saya: Yeah. I was just surprised.

Totsuka: Hmmm. If so, it's fine then.

Yata: Oh, there he is! Totsuka-saaan!

Saya: Yata-kun, Kamamoto-kun.

Yata: Totsuka-san, you did a great job at the sport festival yesterday!

Totsuka: Huh? I don't remember me being active.

Kusanagi: Are you referring to someone else? I got the impression that Totsuka and sports are incompatible with each other.

Kamamoto: That's not true! I heard you set the record for the fastest scavenger hunt in the school's history.

Totsuka: I was just lucky. I found someone to lend item to me very quicky.

Yata: Seriously? I mean, wasn't the scavenger hunt difficult this year?

Yata: I had one that said "Anaconda." There's no way you're going to find it.

Totsuka: Phee, that must have been a disaster. Mine was a "good luck charm". But she had it with her.

Yata: Good luck charm...It seems possible, but it's not something you can suddenly have.

Totsuka: Right? It's her credit.

Choice: [I'm glad it was useful]

Saya: Since I was indebted to Totsuka-senpai I'm glad I could help!

Totsuka: No-no. I didn't do anything that big. It's you who really helped me.

Choice: [I didn't do anything] ♥

Saya: I didn't to anything like that.

Totsuka: No-no. If it weren't you I don't know what I would be doing right now. I can't even imagine.

Kusanagi: "Can't even imagine", you're just overreacting. But, the fact that Totsuka took first place without incident is all thanks to you.

Totsuka: Right. Kusanagi-san got what I mean.

Kusanagi: Why are you so proud of that...

Totsuka: ...Me, The fastest in school history.

Saya: Fufu, are you happy?

Totsuka: Heh. I don't feel bad.

Totsuka: Oh yeah. The good luck charm you gave me, it was effective immediatly.

Saya: Eh. Something happened?

Totsuka: Yesterday on my way home from shopping I noticed that the luck charm was dirty, so I stopped to wipe it off.

Totsuka: Suddenly, when I looked down, I saw an open manhole that was under construction.

Totsuka: If I'd walked around like I usually do, I probably would have fallen right into it without even noticing.

Saya: Totsuka-senpai...I think it's something you normally have to notice...

Totsuka: Ahaha. But thanks to the good luck charm, I was safe!

Saya: I'm glad the good luck charm helped, but, please, take care of youself, senpai.

Totsuka: Yeeeah. I know, I know.

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[chasing-rabbits]

And sure it’s easy to say you can’t spend your life worrying about it that you shouldn’t be worrying every time you have a prolonged period of happiness. And we’re not talking about just good days we’re talking about happy happy days like really good days that can lead me to worrying and having bpd doesn’t help because I can have elevated days or moments because of it that could mimic the early warning signs of mania albeit it doesnt usually last long hours, a day, maybe days but not often. But the thing is until you’ve experienced mania you can’t really understand why. After years of not being vigilant or being able to recognise the symptoms whilst it might not always be healthy to analyse when I get this happy the alternative is I miss the signals and am unprepared & so are those around me for when I inevitably go into full on mania. It’s no longer a fun happy time for me which undiagnosed me did feel that way. Now it’s scary because I have entire gaps of time just missing where I have no idea what I said or did. I have no control and no boundaries & that’s the scary part the combination of having no control with the lack of boundaries. The increased impulsivity & the lack of lucidity for the duration. You have to understand at my worst I felt so euphoric I felt like I was invincible ( I wasn’t suffering delusions I didn’t think I was literally invincible like Superman but it was more like a I feel so fucking great nothing can stop me) I felt like I was the best thing I was so confident it could have veered into arrogance at times. I felt like nothing could stop me in achieving the things I wanted (invincible). I actually got to a point where I wasn’t eating I slept maybe 2 hours in a 48 hour period but had so much energy I couldn’t sit still. I was talking incoherently jumping from topic to topic incredibly fast. I got down to an unhealthy weight I didn’t feel hunger and I didn’t feel like I needed food. I didn’t recognise or understand the impact that was having on me because I didn’t feel it just like my body survived on no more than a maximum of maybe 5 hours sleep and often a lot less for what may have been weeks on end and yet I felt on top of the world. My body went over the limits of what it could normally do, what anyones body should be able to do. So the last thing I want is to relapse into mania again because it’s warped over time and mania can be worse the longer it’s left untreated and whilst I was on medication none of it was actually working or treating the Bipolar so I might as well have not been on meds because they did nothing for my Bipolar but gave me a whole host of awful side effects. I’m sure I am worrying for nothing and it’s just my anxiety and maybe I should worry a little bit less because it’s been a few days and I have had lows during these days (but arguably bpd based lows which can happen even during manic episodes) and I don’t think I’m going into mania I think I’ve had a very tough few years with disaster after disaster & I’m finally starting to heal and grieve and try to put my life back together again and we are getting sunnier weather it’s leading into summer and weather does affect my moods (some research has suggested living in sunnier climates can help ppl w/ Bipolar and such). It doesnt mean mania just because and I need to learn that but I also don’t want to relax so much I forget to be wary of actual blinding signals of mania but idk if I could tell them apart from just being happy like I said early warning signs aren’t necessarily that noticeable and my usual warning signs aren’t too applicable anymore for a variety of reasons incl changes in my physical health.

[reidscanehand]

Where The Love Light Gleams

A Merry RCH Christmas

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Christmas Fluff

TW: cursing, mentions of typical CM cases, drinking by adults, mentions of Haley’s death and Jack missing her

This is pure Christmas fluff, as are all of my Christmas fics and I hope you like it! xx 

~  “Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.” - Charles M. Schulz ~

“You know,” you say, as you sit in Aaron’s office, eating lunch together as you do nearly every day, “if we spent less time together, the team wouldn’t tease us about getting together.”

“But then we’d spend less time together,” Aaron states as though it’s obvious.

“That’s true,” you reply, not looking up from your salad. 

Aaron studies you for a moment, “Does it really bother you that much?”

You sigh deeply, clearly embarrassed by your answer, “Usually? No, not at all. But this time of year? Yes. A lot, actually.”

Aaron nods in agreement, slowly. It’s not the first time the two of you have discussed this particular issue, but this is by far the most serious tone the conversation has taken. Since you’d joined the team almost two years ago the team has been confounded by the closeness of you two. He supposes it’s because, aside from his friendship with Dave, he isn’t exceptionally close to anyone on the team. Or, he wasn’t, until you. And he knows - and hates that he knows - that, to you, this is a friendship. But to him it’s so much more. To him, his closeness with you is something he’d tried to avoid, something he’d worried and contemplated over for ages, terrified to let anyone - especially someone like you - in. Because from the moment he saw you, the moment you’d spoken in your interview, he’d known. 

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly. “Christmas does sort of...spotlight singleness, doesn’t it?”

You’re quiet for a minute, still poking your fork around in your salad. 

“What?”

“What if we weren’t?” you ask, suddenly looking up at him. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, trying not to let his natural frown settle over his features before he fully hears what you have to say. 

“What if we weren’t single for the holidays?” you ask, as though this clarifies every point of confusion he could possibly have. 

“I’m still not sure what you mean,” Aaron says after a moment. 

“What if,” you say, fully abandoning your salad now, “we pretend we’re dating?”

“Y/N, I’m not-”

“Look,” you continue, as though determined to get it all out before he disagrees, “I know you don’t want to date me.”

Untrue, he thinks, so untrue. Thankfully, he doesn’t say it. 

“But,” you swallow, your mind clearly working double time, “we just pretend to be together for the BAU holiday party? It’ll get everyone off our backs and then we’ll ‘break up’ over the week off and come back, ask everyone not to talk about it so we can get over it. Say we realized we’re better off as friends, and then everything will go back to normal.” 

It’s clear to Aaron that you’ve thought this through. But, what’s unfortunate for him is that he doesn’t think it through. He doesn’t at all. Because from the moment he met you, he knew he’d fall in love with you. And he absolutely has. And that’s why, with almost no thought and almost no hesitation he replies with, “That actually sounds like a great idea.” 

And just as he’d known he’d fall in love with you, he knows this is going to be an emotional disaster for his poor heart. 

~~~

“I just can’t believe it,” Penelope says for what has to be the billionth time that evening. 

“It is pretty wild,” Emily agrees, “that the two of you were able to keep this under wraps for so long.”

Aaron looks over at you, pleased to find you already smirking at him. It had seemed simple, and, truly, it is. Well, to you it is. But pretending the two of you are together to get the team off of your backs (at least for the holiday season) is far easier for you than it is for Aaron. Because he’s pretty sure he’s never going to recover from...whatever this is. Or, rather, from the feeling of having you actually be his. Because knowing how it feels is far harder than he’d ever imagined.

“We have our ways,” you giggle, leaning into Aaron. He tries not to smell your perfume. He tries not to enjoy the warmth of you tucked into his side. He tries not to enjoy the thrill that runs up and down the arm that’s wrapped around your waist. He tries and fails rather quickly. It seems that all he can do tonight is fail, even at pretending with you, as he’d fucking agreed to do. You stare up at him, eyebrows slightly raised, obviously expecting him to respond.

“Oh, yeah,” he nods, thinking far too hard for there to be absolutely zero ideas in his head. “You know us profilers...always...always knowing how to hide...stuff.” 

It’s like he can feel a mental face palm as everyone stares at him blankly. 

“Well,” Spencer cuts the tension, “I’m just relieved the two of you finally realized how great you are together.”

“Yeah,” Aaron smiles, quite literally grinning and bearing it, “we’re really...really something.” As though the universe finally decides to take pity on him, his phone rings. “Oh, excuse me, it’s Jess.”

He steps away from the group, finding a hallway far enough from the Christmas music to hear not Jess’s voice, but Jack’s.

“Jack, hey buddy, what’s going on?” he asks gently. It’s the second Christmas without Haley, and yet, somehow, it almost feels harder. As though trying to keep her memory strong is making it more painful than it was when it was still so fresh and new. 

“Nothin’,” the boy answers quietly over the line. “Is your party fun?”

“Yes,” Aaron responds, concerned about the reason behind this call. “Is Aunt Jess there? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Jack says, “she’s right here...I just...I just wanted to talk to you.” He’s quiet for a second before adding, “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, buddy,” Aaron replies. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Okay,” Jack says vaguely. “Aunt Jess wants to talk. I’m sleepy.”

“Goodnight, kiddo,” Aaron says gently. “Get some rest.”

“Goodnight, daddy,” the boy says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Jackers,” he whispers. The phone is passed to Jess and he hears her saying another goodnight to Jack before leaving his room and closing the door. 

“He had a nightmare about Haley,” she whispers into the phone, clearly trying not to cry herself. 

“Oh my God,” Aaron mutters, “listen, I’ll be there in, like, 20 minutes, okay?” 

“Aaron, you don’t-”

“Being with my son is more important than any party,” he cuts her off tersely. 

“Absolutely it is,” your voice agrees. He turns around to see you standing at the edge of the hallway. You nod in encouragement and he says a quick goodbye to Jess before turning back to you. He tries to speak, he really does. He tries to come up with something to say, but he’s so overcome with emotion - even more than he’d anticipated - that he can’t really manage to say much of anything at all. 

“Aaron,” you whisper, much closer than before. You’ve stepped closer to him, not quite touching him. “What’s wrong?”

“J-jack,” he manages to rasp out, a tear falling down his cheek. “He had a-a nightmare.”

“About Haley?” you ask quietly. 

“Yeah,” Aaron nods aggressively, more tears falling. “A-and I just think I should be h-home with him. I’m sorry to leave you-”

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” you coo, wrapping your arms around him gingerly. He pulls you closer to him, thrilled for the comfort of your arms. “Shhh, hey now, don’t you worry about a thing, lovey. Jack needs you and you need to go to him, okay? That’s the most important thing. I’ll make your excuses for you; go right on ahead.”

He pulls away, rubbing away his tears and smiling down at you, “You can make it home? I know I gave you a ride, but-”

“I’ll make Prentiss take me,” you assure him. “Go, go, go, before you make yourself more worried.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispers sincerely, pulling you back into his arms briefly. He starts to leave, walking through a different exit than normal to bypass the party in the bullpen. It’s then that your words play back in his head. It stops him dead in his tracks. He spins around suddenly, running back at an almost embarrassingly fast pace. 

You’re still there, standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, your face turned to the ceiling, eyes shut. 

“You called me ‘darling’,” Aaron states plainly, unsure of how else to address it. 

Your eyes snap open and you push away from the wall, staring at him, wide-eyed, “I did.”

“And ‘lovey’,” he adds. You nod affirmatively and he continues, “Did you...did you mean to do that?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Well, yes and no.”

“Yes and no?” Aaron asks, taking a timid step closer to you. 

You take a deep breath before answering, “No, I didn’t mean to because I’m usually in more control of my feelings than that, but also, yes, I meant to say it because I...I mean it.”

“You mean it?” Aaron asks, taking another step closer.

“Yes,” you reply nervously, not stepping back at all, allowing him to get closer. 

“And you have...feelings?” Aaron asks again, stepping closer still. 

“Y-yes,” you stammer. “I’m sorry.”

For the first time all evening a genuine smile bedecks Aaron’s face, “Oh, Y/N, there’s no reason to be sorry.”

“But-”

“In fact,” he cuts you off, stepping directly in front of you and tenderly cupping your face in his hands, “darling, there’s never been anything to be less sorry about.” 

Your eyes widen in understanding and then you smile, “You-you have feelings, too, then?”

“So many,” Aaron nods, merely a breath away from your lips now. You smile again and then tip on your toes to press your lips to his. And suddenly he realizes that, though he’d known he’d fall in love with you, nothing could compare to how wonderful it was actually going to be.

You pull away and stare up at him, a huge smile on your face, “You need to go to Jack.”

“I do,” Aaron agrees, not letting go of you yet. “But, I...I don’t want you to think I’m - this means a lot to me, Y/N; you mean a lot to me.” 

“You mean a lot to me, too,” you breathe. You peck a quick kiss to his kips again before saying, “And so does Jack. So you need to go.”

“But-”

“Call me tomorrow or later tonight,” you cut him off sweetly. “Get home to your sweet boy; this is not going anywhere.”

“I’m going to fall in love with you, you know that, right?” Aaron asks suddenly, overwhelmed by your ability to keep him grounded and on cloud 9 all at once. 

“Good,” you giggle, “because I’m falling in love with you already.”

Aaron leans forward once more, incapable of resisting the urge to kiss you again after a statement like that. 

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper when he finally pulls away. 

“Best Christmas ever,” he smiles, the smile deepening as you laugh in agreement. 

~ “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ” - Norman Vincent Peale ~

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Prompt: NMJ gets caught in a time loop that makes him repeatedly relive the day Meng Yao leaves for Langya, until he realizes that it's a bad idea and stops him from going?

Time Loop - ao3

Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn, mind already racing ahead to his tasks for the day: getting in some morning saber practice, working on a giant pile of sect business and even more giant pile of work related to the war, making time to write a letter scolding Nie Huaisang (for what, yet to be determined, but inevitable – if he didn’t, Nie Huaisang would complain of neglect), trying to find a replacement deputy (or seven) to do the work Meng Yao did now that he’d headed off to the Jin sect…

There was a lot to do, and even less time to do it in – and moping about it would only make it build up even more. Nie Mingjue sighed and swung his legs to the side, intending to get up and get started right away.

He stopped as soon as he saw the calendar on his desk.

It was the wrong date.

Now, there were two possible reasons for this. The first was, of course, that he’d simply forgotten to mark the day as completed on his calendar yesterday evening, even though that was generally the very last thing he did before bed and longstanding habit had trained him to have trouble falling asleep if he didn’t do it.

They said forgetfulness was one of the first signs of mental decline.

Easy enough to check, though.

He got up and walked to the tent door, cracking it open. “Hey, you,” Nie Mingjue said to one of the guards going by on patrol. “Where’s Meng Yao?”

“I believe at this hour, Viceroy Meng would be checking over the supplies,” the guard said. “Would you like me to call him?”

“Mm,” Nie Mingjue said, because that wasn’t definitive; the guard didn’t know for certain, and he might just be making an assumption based on past precedent. “What about Lan Xichen?”

“Sect Leader Lan hasn’t yet arrived – I believe he’s due in for later today, closer to noon. Did you want –”

“No, I don’t want anything,” Nie Mingjue said, deeply relieved to have identified that he had not, in fact, forgotten to fill out his calendar. “I’m stuck in a time loop.”

“…ah,” the guard said, looking taken aback – he must be new to Qinghe, like many of the cultivators in the army. Like Meng Yao, for that matter. “Is that…bad?”

“No, it’s fantastic. I’m going back to sleep. No one is to bother me all day.”

“But – Sect Leader Lan –”

“Meng Yao can host him,” Nie Mingjue decided. He’d write out Meng Yao’s recommendation letter, put a big red mark on the calendar right now just to make sure he didn’t forget, and go back to sleep for the entire day like he hadn’t done in what must be literal years. “Like I said: don’t bother me.”

-

Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn. He looked at his calendar.

No big red mark.

“Fantastic,” he said, and went back to bed.

-

He slept for four days.

-

“Sect Leader Nie?” Meng Yao said, poking his head in. “Sect Leader Lan is – I’m sorry, are you painting?”

“I haven’t had time for it in ages,” Nie Mingjue said, scowling at the paper. “You know, I thought he was just trying to get out of practice, but actually Huaisang’s right. It really does require quite a lot of dexterity.”

Meng Yao opened his mouth, then closed it again.

After a few more moments, he asked, voice very cautious, “Are you painting a battlefield map?”

Nie Mingjue stopped, appalled. “Is that what it looks like?” he asked. “I was trying for a beaver. You know, the small furry swimming mammal from Xinjiang.”

“No, it looks like a beaver,” Meng Yao said, though now Nie Mingjue wasn’t sure if he believed him or not. “I just thought it might be some sort of – code. Maybe.”

Nie Mingjue conceded that this made sense, given what he was normally like. “No, no code,” he said. “Just a beaver. Thought it’d make for a funny fan painting to give to Huaisang.”

“I see,” Meng Yao said, and seemed to struggle internally for a moment.

“Is this about Xichen’s visit?” Nie Mingjue asked. “You can just show him around yourself if you like. I’ll see him tomorrow, should it ever come.”

“…right,” Meng Yao said. “I’ll – do that.”

“If you want a recommendation to leave to join the Jin sect, you can pick it up on the desk on your way out,” Nie Mingjue said, already turning back to his painting. “Have fun, good luck, kill Wen-dogs. The usual.”

Meng Yao didn’t say anything, just bowed. His expression was very strange.

-

Turned out that painting was a lot harder to accomplish when your supposed ‘friends’ kept trying to spring unwanted and unnecessary medical interventions on you.

Ugh.

-

Actually, that Song of Clarity shit from round 13 seemed really helpful? He’d have to look more into that.

-

Apparently, reading novels was even more concerning than painting.

What, like he wasn’t allowed to have hobbies? What else were time loops for if not to catch a break, damnit?

-

“Oh all right,” Nie Mingjue said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll fix the time loop.”

“You’d better,” Nie Huaisang said, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “What in the world did you do to freak them out at the crack of dawn such that they flew all the way to get me and back before it reset?”

“Uh,” Nie Mingjue said. “Nothing.”

“Did it involve sex?”

“No comment.”

“Did you forget that they’d reset when you woke up?”

“No comment.”

“Just fix the damn time loop, da-ge.”

“That sounds like someone who is not getting a beaver fan.”

“…beaver? Fan? For me? Wait, did you paint it? Da-ge! I want it! No, don’t go to sleep, I want to keep -”

-

“Please sit down,” Nie Mingjue said to Lan Xichen and Meng Yao. “I’m going to need your help on a strategic question of great importance.”

“Anything we can do to help, of course,” Lan Xichen said, and Meng Yao nodded.

“I’m always at your service, Sect Leader,” he said.

“Good,” Nie Mingjue said. “Now – what do you know about time loops?”

-

It took about five days, but he finally managed to figure out how to word the explanation so that it only took as long as a cup of tea to explain and got them to believe him without immediately deciding that he was insane. At that point, they were able to finally start seriously brainstorming solutions.

“We just need to figure out what it is that went wrong and fix it?” Meng Yao asked, sounding dubious. “What is considered ‘wrong’ in this context?”

“Things resulting in massive amounts of death, usually? Sometimes your own.” Nie Mingjue shrugged. “It’s a matter of fate, a natural opportunity to avert disaster; you only encounter one when you’re very lucky. Otherwise do you think my father would’ve died the way he did?”

“…an excellent point,” Lan Xichen said, grimacing. “Very well, let’s make a list of all the things you did, play out the possible consequences to see which ones could potentially result in disaster, and then you can try to change them one at a time.”

“Worth a shot,” Nie Mingjue said.

-

“Good morning, Sect Leader,” Meng Yao said, saluting. “What do you need me for this early? Sect Leader Lan has not yet arrived.”

“I need to talk to you about your future,” Nie Mingjue said. “And what you hope to get out of it.”

Meng Yao straightened his back and blinked owlishly, looking wary. “What do you mean, Sect Leader?”

“You want to go rejoin the Jin sect, don’t you? To earn a position with your father?”

Meng Yao blanched. “Sect Leader –”

“It’s a perfectly reasonable ambition to have,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “Unfortunately, I don’t think a letter of recommendation from me will cut it. I’m too young, and one of his rivals; Jin Guangshan doesn’t give me face – and what will you do if he sidelines you and puts you under someone awful to suppress all your achievements? Wouldn’t it be as good as throwing away your life, ruining your best chance for success?”

Meng Yao frowned. Nie Mingjue was pleased to see it was having an impact: he’d consulted Meng Yao the day before on precisely what wording to use, since his own versions were having no luck.

“I have no objection to your ultimate goal,” Nie Mingjue said. “But we’re going to need to be a bit more clever about it. When Xichen gets here, we’ll put our heads together and think about what we can do to make it impossible for your father to reject you. How does that sound?”

Meng Yao swallowed. “Thank you, Sect Leader,” he said, his voice low and sounding, if anything, a little touched. “I – appreciate it.”

“Good,” Nie Mingjue said, and put a red mark on his calendar. “Also, there’s another issue to discuss involving yourself and Xichen –”

-

Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn. He looked at his calendar.

There was a big red mark.

“Oh good,” he said, and turned around and laid back down.

“What’s good?” Lan Xichen muttered into his collarbone. “Mmm, A-Jue, no, don’t lie down. It’s time to get up.”

“It is not,” Meng Yao said from the other side. “It’s time to sleep in.”

“Listen to Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue said, settling his arms around him. “The world can wait a little more.”

“It really can’t, though,” Meng Yao said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes and starting to sit up, which was obviously the wrong move. “We’re in the middle of a war, and we all have important things to do today.”

“That’s true,” Nie Mingjue said, a little reluctantly. “I owe Huaisang a beaver.”

Meng Yao blinked.

Lan Xichen blinked.

“…it’s a long story.”

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 3,666

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 

Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

You can find Part 2 here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.

“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”

“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.

“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.

“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:

“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.

Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"

"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.

“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.

“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.

“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.

“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”

“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.

“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.

“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.

“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.

“Unbelievable.” 

“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.

“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?

“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?

“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.

Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.

---

It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.

Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?

“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.

“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.

“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.

“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.

“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 

Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.

“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.

“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 

“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:

“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.

“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?

“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.

“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.

“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”

“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:

“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…

“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?

“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.

“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.

A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:

“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.

“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.

“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.

“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.

“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”

“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.

“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.

“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.

“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.

So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:

“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.

“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.

“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.

"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?

"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.

"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"

"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"

"I wouldn't say persecuting…"

"Oh, you wouldn't?"

"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 

"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"

"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.

“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.

“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”

“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.

“Wait, what news?”

“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.

“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.

“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”

“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”

“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.

“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.

If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 

[en-lov]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 — ❛ working together on a project with your ‘popular’ crush isn’t exactly the ideal situation, especially when you’re partners for a love potion, will your secret be safe or will it turn out in a disaster? remember amortentia never lies. ❜

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐒! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

“could it be more obvious?” jungwon exclaimed as he threw his weekly stack of letters on the table. “girls are swooning over you aren’t they?” you retorted as you looked at the amount of letters in front of you.

“couldn’t say the same about you, you’ve been eyeing a certain someone at the gryffindor table for over 10 minutes already! why don’t you just talk to him?” jungwon nudged you as he pointed at the gryffindor table.

“he’s right y/n talk to him!” jake sat down next to you. “i can’t!” you shrieked. “we’re not alike! i mean look at the girls swooning over him, i can’t compete with that” you sighed as you lowered your head. “you can’t or you won’t?” jungwon asked, a playful smirk plastered on his face.

“i won’t, unlike some girls I actually have self respect” you cried out. “not to be a party pooper but, we have potions in 10” jungwon exclaimed

“fuck! we’ll spend the whole day listening to sunghoons troop swooning over him” jake groaned obviously not in the mood to spend the class with gryffindors. “let’s just go, complaining will literally do nothing” you let out a soft sigh as you stood up, jungwon and jake trailing behind you.

chills ran down your spine the moment you stepped into the dungeons. snape's classes weren’t the most pleasant ones to be honest. you scanned the room looking for your usual assignment partner jay. “there you are, i was starting to get worried you were ditching” jay giggled as he wiggled his eyebrows causing you to smile.

“i wish i was! i can’t skip this class though, i’m failing so hard” you pouted at him. “i can always help you study y/n! just tell me, i would love to help you” jay exclaimed proudly “thank you jay! you’re a real one” you whispered out while softly squeezing his hand.

any normal person would see that jay was crushing on y/n but she was too oblivious to see. her eyes were only focused on sunghoon. his smile, his dimples and the small mole on his face, she loved it all.

“we’re gonna work on assignments again” snape spoke up his cold eyes scanning the room “we’ve already talked about this, i gave you the sheets and we’ve recapped it!” his voice echoing through the cold dungeons. “i made new partners! no buts and no changing. if i find out you’ve changed there will be consequences!” his eyes glaring at sunghoon.

“go sit with your partner once i called out your name!” snape scanned the list with names on it his fingers tracing the parchment as he stopped and read the names out loud “y/n and sunghoon”

dead silent, so silent you could hear the soft rain ticking against the window. the world felt like it stopped for a moment, why were you paired up with sunghoon? there was no link between the two of you and you were pretty sure snape just partnered you and sunghoon up to annoy you.

“come up to the front everyone so i can show you what we’re dealing with!” snape said catching my attention. “I prepared some concoctions these morning, any ideas on what these might be?” he asked stirring the cauldron.

jay’s hand immediately shot up in the air. “yes, mister park” he said. he walked over to the potions and examined them before speaking up. “that one is veritaserum, i believe it’s the truth telling potion. and that one would be the polyjuice potion, rather tricky to make if i say so myself! and this is amortentia the most powerful love potion in the world!”

“we’ve arrived at nerdville” sunghoon gawked at jay “i’m so smart please notice me!” sunghoon mocked jay as he and his troop laughed. you quickly grabbed jay’s hand and pulled him towards you “don’t pay attention to them jay, i think it’s cool that you’re so good at potions” you whispered to him causing him to blush.

“you’re such a git sunghoon i can’t believe i’m paired up with you!” you said as you sank down on your seat. “don’t think i like this either l/n” he spoke through gritted teeth as he skimmed through his textbook. “i just expect you to do your job. no buts.” you exclaimed. “meet me in the library tonight to do research” and with that you left the dungeon.

i have to say hogwarts wasn’t exactly the most friendly place to be, everyone knows everything about everyone. it’s what keeps them thriving, the gossip and the drama. so there was no surprise that the world knew you and sunghoon were paired up together.

“it’s okay y/n! we’ll partner up again someday” jay said. his soft lips pouted at the unfortunate news. it’s not like he wasn’t satisfied with his partner jungwon, it’s just that he would much rather spend his free time researching with you in the library.

you quickly shot him an apologetic glare and rubbed his shoulder to comfort him. “i really got to go! dinner is soon and i can’t be late again” you said while walking away.

“you got paired up with sunghoon! how are you feeling?” jake said, his eyes focusing at the feast in front of him. “i don’t know” you sighed. “he’s so mean but so hot” you banged your head on the table while groaning in frustration.

“i’m supposed to meet him tonight at the library” you uttered as you drank from your pumpkin juice. “so like.... a date?” jungwon wiggled his eyebrows while smirking. “no not a date jungwon. it’s for educational purposes only” you chuckled.

“it’s already 7” you muttered. your eyes scanned the room looking for the gryffindor table but sunghoon was nowhere to be seen. “he’s not at the table? i might as well just do this project on my own, i’ll see you guys later in the common room okay?” you said while standing up. “mhm! good luck y/n, i’ll see you tonight” jake said his eyes not leaving his tray in front of him.

it was an exceptional cold evening. the rain trickled against the windows in the corridor, the thunder booming loudly in the background. you were too immersed in your thoughts to not notice the two first years walking behind you. “isn’t that the girl that’s being paired up with sunghoon? she’s not even pretty” the younger giggled. the rumors, the lies, the gossip. even first years were participating in it.

you decided to ignore the younger girls and took a sharp turn towards the other side of the corridor, the library was finally in sight. you were about to walk through the big doors until you heard soft giggles. “sunghoon we’re gonna get caught!” a girls’ voice was heard. “we won’t i promise” sunghoon said.

“this bitch is fucking around while we’re supposed to make an assignment? not on my watch” you quickly ripped down the curtain. “what the fuck sunghoon?” you crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at them. “we’re supposed to make an assignment remember! i’m super sorry but i’m gonna have to take him away from you” you grabbed sunghoons’ ear pulling him along with you towards the library.

“what the fuck l/n?” sunghoon crammed out once you both arrived at the library “cockblocking me seriously?” he whispered frustratedly. “yeah. you were supposed to meet me in the library remember?” you pushed him towards the table “fine, but we better get a good grade or i’m gonna make your life a living hell” he sputtered as he sat down in the chair.

“i wrote down some resources that will help us figuring out how to make the amortentia. you can copy my notes if you want to” you spoke up after 30 minutes of awful quietness that consisted of you doing actual research and sunghoon aimlessly reading some books. “yeah, that would be great. you look cute when focusing by the way.” sunghoon said while chuckling. “i beg your pardon?” you giggled at him. “nothing l/n. just give me the damn notes.” he growled.

the next morning came around quickly. you arrived at the great hall for breakfast, waiting to tell the big news to your two best friends. “you won’t believe it! he called me cute yesterday?” you whispered yelled. “that’s the first step GO BESTFRIEND!” jake yelled out causing people from other tables to look at you.

“shut it will you?” jungwon said. “i don’t think i can do this. he makes me too confused” you muttered. “think about ir y/n! this assignment is only for a month right? just finish it and leave it because there isn't a way out of it. you know how snape and sunghoons troop work. if you go up to him, he'll reject you and potentially embarrass you and everyone will know about your crush on sunghoon” jake spoke up.

another day another potions class you sighed and turned around, raising an eyebrow as you meet the eyes of sunghoon. "what are you looking at sunghoon?” "no need to be so mean, i’m just asking what you think yours will smell like” a smirk plastered on his face. “i hate to break your heart, sunghoon but not you, never in a million years” you glance at him.

"we’ll see about that, l/n." you sit back on your chair, huffing as you do so, snape comes over to your table, peering into your cauldron. “i see you’re finished y/n? why not tell us what it smells like.” you bend over your cauldron as you inhaled the scent

“i smell” you paused inhaling the scent deeper “vanilla but very plain? mint and” you took a final whiff from the potion. “flowers, but not the sweet kind” you sat back as you heard a chuckle.

“since you think it’s so funny mr. park” snape says sternly “why not smell y/n’s potion since yours.... obviously failed” snape spurred out as he eyed his cauldron up and down. sunghoon scoots over too your cauldron and took a whiff from the potion, the familiar vanilla smell came up again.

“i can’t smell the potion because y/n is sitting to close to me sir” sunghoon huffed. snape mouth turned into a small smile “that’s all i wanted to hear mr park you may go back to your seat” sunghoon? attract to you? that couldn’t be possible.

“you may leave now” snape said. cheers could be heard from the students, it was once in a lifetime where snape would let you go early. “y/n” a familiar voice could be heard “i need to talk to you, it’s kinda important” sunghoon said while scratching the nape of his neck. “i didn’t want you to find out this way, but I actually really like you l/n” sunghoon said, his cheeks blushing at his own confession.

“so please” sunghoon whispered his soft voice ringing through your head. “please go out with me”.

[thewritetofreespeech]

MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys

prompt: All the boys suffer the same fate as Satan by reading ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’

Lucifer

You have to wonder why they kept so many cursed books around, just out like this. You would think, like any normal person, with this continuing to happen, that they would keep them locked up or something. But no. They just leave them out for anyone to find….

“I’m going to the meeting!” Lucifer yelled, stamping his foot. His face twist in a petulant frown. It would be rather adorable, if you hadn’t been arguing with him for the past 20 minutes

“Lucifer, we talked about this. You can’t go to the meeting. You need to stay here.”

“No! I wanna go to the meeting! It’s very important and everyone is counting on me!” His arms are wailing now as he stamped his foot more.

Of course, you couldn’t let him go to the first of the month meeting like this. His pride would be wounded beyond compare if anyone else saw him like this. But reasoning with him wasn’t working. You had to resort to more, unsavory tactic to win. “But the meeting was cancelled. Lord Diavolo called earlier to let me know.”

Lucifer stopped stamping his feet and waving his arms to look at you with a vacant expression you didn’t know he could muster. “Really?”

Gods help you. “Yes, really.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he beamed, “ok!” His mood instantly brightening. “I believe you, because [Y/N] would never lie to me.” ‘Forgive me Lucifer’ You think to yourself. “What are we gonna do instead then?”

“Why don’t we play a game instead to pass the time? Would you like that?”

“I know chess!” He exclaimed loudly. “Let’s play that.”

Of course, knowing and being good at it were two different things. In this state you were actually able to beat Lucifer several times. When he retuned to normal the day was ‘conveniently’ put away for sometime after.

Mammon

“Mammon. Please. I’ll just be gone for a minute.”

“Nooooooo!” Mammon wailed when you tried to get up again. Clinging to your waist tightly to keep you on the couch. “Onii-chan said you had to stay with me! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

After reading The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization, Mammon had, of course, reverted to the personality of a small child. His brother made fun of him, say ‘what’s the difference’, but Lucifer knew that this could be a disaster if he was set to wander free in this state across the Devildom. So he sat you to babysit him.

“Mammon, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get us some snacks for our movie.”

“Then let me come with you!” He whined, still clinging to you. In this state it seemed he had also taken on the personality of a baby duck. Imprinting on you and following you around everywhere you went in his room. He hadn’t left you alone for 5 seconds since he got this way. “I promise I’ll be good!”

“It’s not a question of you being good or bad Mammon-chan.” He liked to be called Mammon-chan right now. “It’s that you need to stay here. If someone sees you like this well…they could use it to tease you.”

“No…I don’t want to be teased anymore….” His voice was low, and sad. His bright eyes looking on the verge of tears, like kids do when they’re said, before he buried his face into your side. “Mammon-chan doesn’t want to be made fun of anymore. Mammon-chan also doesn’t want to be alone anymore.”

You sigh. Unable to argue with him when he was like this. Your hand lifted to pet his head, which he seemed to appreciate, before you text Satan to bring you some snacks. He was always reliable and would do it for you.

Once the affects of the book had worn off, Mammon denied any of this happening. The mere mention would cause his face to turn red and yell about how, “that didn’t happen!” You almost wish you had taken a video of it to show him. Guess you would just have to keep Mammon-chan forever in your heart.

Levi

You went to Levi’s room after class to check on him in his….condition.

Since he did remote learning a lot of the time, being an otaku, it was pretty easy to keep him away from people so they did see him in the current state he was in. Apparently as a toddler he didn’t like being around people either.

So, you had set him up comfortably in his room before heading to class. Promising to come back that afternoon to be with him.

“Levi! I’m back! How are you—what are you doing?!?!”

“Playing with my toys.” Levi replied, with an obvious expression, as a sea of toys stretch out in front of him where he laid on his belly on the floor.

Your brain stopped. Completely at a loss for words. Levi was going to kill you when he returned to normal, because toddler-Levi, left unattended, had unboxed nearly all of his figurines from their packaging. Some of which were incredibly rare, and unable to get anymore.

“I just…I mean…Why?? Why would you do this??”

“They’re my toys.” Levi replied with a pout. Sitting up. “I can do what I want with them. What’s the point in having neat toys if you aren’t going to play with them??”

He did have a point there. But adult-Levi was going to be so mad!

“Do you want to play with me?” The demon asked with a hopeful expression. “You can even be blue Ruri-chan.” The limited edition, color swap Ruri-chan from 1999. He was gonna blow a gasket!

“Yeah. Ok.” But then again, when were you ever going to be able to touch them again.

As expected, Levi totally lost it when he came to his senses. Of course, there was no one to blame but himself, in the end, so he just had to be upset and mope alone. Thankfully, none of them were broken or beyond just out of their originally packaging. He bought them all clear showcase boxes for his ‘ruined’ figurines. Some of them he could rebuy to replace; which seemed to make him happy to have two.

Satan

It had been hours since the affects of the book had taken ahold of Satan. You were starting to wonder if they would ever wear off.

Lucifer had left in search of another book, one that might help speed the process along, and left his younger brother in your care. Of course you were happy to help, but you were getting nervous you would never see the old Satan again.

“[Y/N]-chan?” You look up from your phone, waiting for Lucifer to text you back, to see the blonde demon looking timidly at you from around the corner. 

“What is it Satan?”

“Would you….read to me?” His hands holding out the small children’s book he had some how found in the piles of books covering his room.

You smile softly at him. Your heart warmed by his request. “Of course,” you tell him, and the demon scampered over to sit on the bed beside you. His long legs and body tucked neatly into you as he waited for you to tell him the story of a little lost chicken and it’s journey back home. “[Y/N] tells the best stories!”

After 3 stories, he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Satan was back to normal. He doesn’t answer your questions on where the children’s books had come from, but you spot the red & gold spines on his book shelves sometimes.

Asmo

There was no denying that Asmo was fascinated by art and all things beautiful. He went on and on about it any chance he got. So you shouldn’t have really been surprised when his toddlerfied self just wanted to draw all day.

“Look, look [Y/N]-chan! I finished another one!”

“That’s great Asmo.” You praise. Just like you had done with all the other ones he had handed to you. “Wow! This is really great! Is that a….chicken?”

“No, silly! That’s the white horse for our carriage when we get married!” The demon beamed, then shuffled over on his knees to instruct you on his picture properly. “That’s you, and that’s me. That’s the princess carriage that’s going to ride us off into the sunset. That’s Solomon and Simeon throwing flowers at us. That’s my brothers crying because I got to marry [Y/N]-chan and they didn’t.”

“You certainly seem to have all the parts here.” You praise. Giggling at his enthusiasm and picture.

“I want to have a perfect picture of when we get married. Because I love [Y/N]-chan! And we’re gonna get married and live happily ever after.” He replied, with certainty, with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be glad for that. Why don’t you draw me our perfect house for after we get married?” Asmo scampered off and did just that.

When Asmo came to, and back to his normal self, he took all the pictures he had drawn and framed them. Forcing his brothers and Solomon to take a tour of his mini-art gallery. The piece ‘Marriage of Two Bonded Souls’ was met with some controversy.

Beel

Beel, in his younger days, seemed to have boundless energy. Or you at least had to assume he did, because ever since he had read that stupid book he had been running around.

Lucifer had told you to take him outside. Irritated at hearing his large feet clump around the house, but trying not to show it since it wasn’t his fault. He even let you both take Cerberus outside to help run Beel out. It would be good for the pup too. Get some exercise, he said.

That had been sometime ago, and it seemed baby-Beel and Cerberus were an even match in energy. They had been running around, chasing each other, and play fighting in the back yard all afternoon. You were tired just watching them.

“Beel! Do you want to come in? I think it’s time for a break.”

Both Beel and Cerberus pop their heads up, in a comical and adorable unison head tilt, before jogging over to you. “Break time means snack time right?!”

You chuckle a little. Somethings never changed. “I brought some apple slices & peanut butter for you, for now. We can get you something bigger when we go inside.”

Beel grinned and sat in the grass with the container. “I like apple slices!”

“You do hn?” You don’t think you’ve seen Beel eat an actual fruit on its own. It was usually attached to, baked in, or covered in something, to get him to eat it.

“Yep! They’re crunchy and sweet. Just like you! Though, I guess you aren’t crunchy. Do you want one of my apple slices [Y/N]?”

You blush a little at Beel’s bright, unwavering expression. How could he look so innocent while still looking like that?

He finished his apple slices, minus one, before asking if he could go play again. You let him, but then all of a sudden he spotted playing with Cerberus and stood straight up. Seeming confused on how he got out here and what was going on. “Did I eat an apple? I haven’t had one since….do you think we have more in the kitchen?”

Belphie

It was honestly hard to tell if Belphie was under the spell of the forbidden book or not. He’d been asleep for most of the time; which was not uncommon for him. Then he would wake up and whine a little about something; again, not uncommon for him. Then he would take another nap.

You had figure out that he was still under it’s spell by the requests he was making when he woke up. Juice boxes. More plushies. His ‘blankie’. Eventually it would run its course though, and Belphie would be back to his own sleepy eyed, grown up self. “[Y/N]?”

You walk over to the bed when the demon called your name. The boy half sitting up, but still tucked under his covers. “What is it Belphie?”

“I can’t sleep.” He stated. Which seemed ridiculous since he had been sleeping most of the day. “I miss Lilli. And Be-be. Can you sleep with me?”

You blink at little at the request. You supposed it made since. Kids often wanted someone to sleep with them, so they didn’t have bad dreams or could keep them safe. Maybe that’s why he had been sleeping so much. Because he hadn’t been sleeping well, just sleep.

“Sure Belphie. I’ll lay down with you.” The demon smiled softly, sleepy, before he scooted over to give you some space to lay next to him.

He slept for a while this last time. Clinging onto you in his sleep, with a soft smile on his face. When he woke up, it seemed he was back to normal. “Gosh [Y/N]. If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to trick me with that lame book.”

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rapid change of POV, angry makeout, hate sex, smut 18+ (very rough sex btw), smart ass reader, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control)

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst? (i still don’t really know what classifies as angst), confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean

𝐀/𝐧: sorry if the pov change got too crazy i was imagining it as if it was like a scene from a movie; just tried something new to spice things up :) also thank you guys so much for the love from only the first chapter?! you guys are literally awesome! i do have a taglist so let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts! there’s only five chapters by the way!!!!

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(𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)

You were hanging out with Peter after you found out that your fight with Bucky made him cry. You two had taken a walk to grab some coffee from the cafe down the street. 

“Why do you and Bucky hate each other?” Peter asked you as you two were walking home.

“Oh, I don’t- I, uh… I don’t hate him,” you stuttered and hesitated, in truth you couldn’t care less what happened to the ass.

“Y/n, you say mean things to each other all the time, and you fight a lot.”

“I know. Peter, sometimes people just don’t get along. I don’t personally think Buck’s a bad guy.”

“Then why do you always fight?”

“I don’t know.”

You two got to the compound and Peter went straight to Tony and Bruce who were in the lab. You went to look for Natasha who was on a step ladder changing a bulb. 

“Why are you changing a bulb? Doesn’t Vision usually do that?”

“He and Wanda… are on… and date,” she huffed trying to reach the screw.

“Do you need help?” you laughed at her struggling.

“Yeah, you’re taller than me right? You try.”

You stepped on the ladder with the bulb in hand reaching to screw it in. Steve and Bucky walked in coming up to you with concerned looks on their faces. You reached up and could barely fit the bulb in so you opted to stand on your toes. That very quickly went south however.  

You fell forward on Nat making the step ladder fly sideways from under you. She grabbed you and rolled you both so you would land on the floor with minimal injury. Steve and Bucky both widened their eyes rushing to you two lay laughing loudly on the floor.

“You guys ok?” Steve asked, grabbing the step ladder.

“Yeah we’re ok-” you cut off, your laughter immediately dying from Bucky grabbing your arm and pulling you up. He grabbed your face and checked to see if you might’ve scratched yourself. 

You pulled away confused.

“Why are you so fucking careless? Ask us next time,” Bucky growled.

“Careful Barnes, don’t want people to think you actually care for me,” you rolled your eyes.

That pissed off Bucky who lunged at you pushing your shoulders. You used your powers to expand a black ball of mist before thrusting it at Bucky making him stumble back. Nat and Steve dove in to stop what could be another potential disaster between you two.

“Can you two stop fighting for five fucking seconds?” Nat yelled. 

“He started it!” you shouted.

“Enough! Barnes, L/n. Asses in the conference room. Now,” Fury found you guys.

You looked at Buck, who had nostrils flared breathing heavily in anger. He was fuming; and for what? 

“You two have a mission,” Fury said when you two entered the conference room.

“Is that really the smartest thing to do. We don’t work well together,” Bucky said.

“The only thing smart about you is your mouth. Go on this mission, together. Any casualties will come out of your paycheck and field time.”

“What?” you both said in shock.

“I said what I said; wheels are up in 20.” 

You grabbed the files handed to you by Maria and walked to your rooms to pack. Nat came into your room to ask what happened. Same with Steve and Bucky.

“What happened?” Nat asked you.

=

“Fury, sent us on a mission,” Bucky told Steve.

=

“I can’t imagine how quickly shit will the fan. I can’t stand him!” you told Nat, talking about the upcoming mission.

=

“I can’t stand her.”

“Why?” Steve asked Buck.

=

“He’s so infuriating. Like everything pisses him off…”

=

“She’s always angry and wants to fight.”

=

“Do you think maybe you like him and you’re convincing yourself you don’t by being mean?” Nat asked you.

There was a long pause as you two stared at each other before you guys burst in laughter.

“Good one,” you laughed, “Anyways, I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back.”

=

“I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back,” Bucky said to Steve patting him on the shoulder. 

You both got to the quinjet, not even thinking about talking to each other. The file you both had basically said there was a fundraiser being held to mask an underground meeting for Hydra agents to meet in secret. 

Not a secret anymore though.

You two arrived at the hotel still haven’t spoken a word each. All that was heard in the elevator on your way up was both your breathing echoing off the metal walls. You got in and set your stuff on the couch. 

“We should set up a game plan,” you huffed.

“Ok,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes but began setting up what should be the tactic to approach the mission. You didn’t want to be too aggressive but being too stealth might take too long. Bucky came out of the bathroom after what seems to be having taken a shower. 

“Come up with anything yet?”

“No,” you responded.

“Seriously?” 

“What? It’s not like your fucking helping.”

“Watch your fucking attitude. I didn’t do anything so knock it off.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna help me or are you gonna sit there and watch me do all the work just to take credit?”

“Why would I take credit for your shitty plan that’s gonna get compromised.”

“Can you not be a dick for two seconds and be helpful for once?”

“I’m not helpful?” he stood up getting angrier every passing second. 

“God, Bucky get your head out of your ass! Stop taking everything so negatively; this is why I can’t stand you!”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, princess,” Bucky walked up to you, pulling you close by wrapping his metal hand around your throat.

“Am I turning you on?” you mocked.

“Shut up!” 

“Or what? You’ll spank me?” you whispered.

“Fucking bitch,” Bucky said before smashing his lips to yours.

He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you burtally. Your lips were swelling as Bucky trailed rough kisses down your throat. You wanted to moan because Bucky’s rough hands touching your body was overwhelming. 

There was a harsh contrast between his hot flesh hand and his cold metal one. You finally gave in after feeling Bucky’s hard dick brushing against your thigh considering he still had only a towel around his waist from his shower. 

“Does that feel good? God you fucking slut; falling apart under a man you hate,” Bucky whispered roughly in your ear.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “Fuck you, Bucky.”

He lifted your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. You stood up and Bucky fell to his knees in front of you taking your pants while you unclasped your bra. 

Bucky let his poorly wrapped towel fall to the floor as he pushed you down roughly onto the couch once again. Bruising kisses were exchanged and Bucky’s hand traced your stomach following down to between your thighs.

He rubbed roughly but slowly at your clit making your hips wiggle under him. 

“Fucking stay still,” Bucky said. 

“God Bucky, I already don’t like you so teasing me will just make me fume.”

“Then I guess I’ll enjoy every second I get to tease you and pisssed you off.”

“Bucky,” you grunted bucking your hips into his roughly.

“Knock it off,” Bucky grabbed your throat, squeezing gently; sure he hated you and wanted you be quiet but he wasn’t trying to kill. 

“You want me to fuck this pussy? Want it rough? I’ll give it to you rough then,” Bucky said hoarsely, “I'll make you scream and cry from how good my cock is. I’m gonna ruin you, babygirl.”

You whimpered and nearly screamed when Bucky thrusted into you hard and fast. Your hands  held his forearms not in fear but to steady yourself when his hips started moving faster and faster. His hips dug into yours; you were getting sore already from his manic thrusts. 

You moaned loudly and Bucky kepting thrusting into you ferociously chasing his orgasm. You breached the edge yourself, tears forming in your eyes. You sniffled making Bucky look at you with the slightest bit of concern on his face. 

“Is it too much? I thought this is how you wanted it, you fucking cockwhore.”

“Ugh Bucky,” you moaned.

“Come on, Y/n. Cum. Let it go,” he said.

You nearly screamed in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Bucky came inside you then collapsed on you knocking the air out of your system momentarily. You pushed him off then practically ran to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

Bucky came in you and you could feel the mixtures of both your cum dripping down your thighs. You were on the pill so you just cleaned yourself and quickly showered. When you came up Bucky had dressed himself and was writing stuff on a piece of paper; as if he hadn’t choked the shit out of ou and made you cum so hard you almost passed out. 

“I came up with a plan,” he said, so normally.

“Ok.”

“Look, Y/n-”

“This never happened. We don’t fucking like each other ok? If you tell goddamn soul I will rip you apart limb by limb.”

“Then you can’t tell anyone either,” he pushed.

“As if I’d tell anyone about this.”

“Are you that repulsed by me? Admit it! That the best sex either have had, probably ever.”

“Enough, Bucky. We hate each other.”

“But-”

“James, stop!” you yelled, quieting Bucky.

“Fuck you,” he said walking out.

“The plan’s on the table, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before going to sleep.

You breathed out heavily before grabbing the paper. There was little room to make mistakes but all in all it was a good plan. You went to your own bed seeing Bucky already asleep in the other. You turned off the light and prepared yourself for what was to come tomorrow.

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[sleepysnk]

Heard the requests were open so I had to come slide in, I was hoping you could do a enemies to lovers for Eren x reader. I just really like that entire troupe.

hey emon! ♡ i got this idea when i was watching a TV show earlier, and i felt like it would fit the enemies to lover troupe with Eren. thank you for requesting bb, i hope you enjoy! <3

Stuck..With You?

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, don't read if you're claustrophobic, some suggestive content

"Can you fucking move!?"

A smirk plastered across Eren's features when he saw the annoyance in (Y/N)'s face. It was his usual time of day where he chose to annoy her, he had been doing it for the past two years, and it always happened to annoy the girl.

"Should I? I mean.. it doesn't seem like you're in a rush," Eren said, his arms crossing over his chest.

She rolled her eyes, "Fuck off dude.." she replied.

(Y/N) walked past him in the hallway, a few students stared as she walked by; it was almost like an aura was fuming off of her. Something like a dark cloud.

Eren decided to follow her. "Come on! Don't be a stick in the mud (Y/N)," he cooed, trying to reach for her bag.

(Y/N) stood in front of the elevator, she was trying her best to ignore the annoying boy behind her. Eren had always found a way to piss her off or ruin her day, he was such an idiot and she hated the way he would come by anytime to mess with her. Honestly, who was this guy? He needed to get a life.

"Come on.." she mumbled, pressing the small button next to the elevator. She was trying to get out of his way as quick as she could, her ears were picking up on the sound of footsteps meaning Eren was most likely right behind her.

"Why are you using the elevator? Nobody really uses this thing," Eren asked, his brow raising in confusion.

Her head snapped towards his. "Can you just mind your own business? Jeez.. go away," she replied, pressing the button again.

The doors to the elevator opened, a student stepped out past the two and into the hallway full of students. (Y/N) walked in, happy that she was finally going to get away from Eren, but to her surprise, he followed in with her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

He smirked, "Walking up the stairs, no, I'm taking a lift. You're kind of dumb," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes before looking over at the buttons with different floor numbers, she pressed the second one and watched as the doors began to close. She just wanted to get out of the elevator as quick as she could.

Eren leaned against the railing, his mind wandering to other things as he felt the elevator beginning to move downwards.

That's when the two heard a noise, a noise that didn't sound normal.

(Y/N) looked around, her brows furrowing as she felt the elevator coming to a complete stop. "What the.." she said, nodding her head to the side.

Eren looked around, "That didn't sound too good.." he said.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, she walked in front of the different buttons and pressed one, but the elevator didn't move. She pressed another button, nothing.

That's when the horror of the situation took over her body.

She was stuck in an elevator.

With Eren Jaeger.

Fuck.

Eren seemed a little freaked out, were they actually stuck?

"Um.. I think we're stuck," (Y/N) said, looking at Eren with concern.

He let out a sigh. "Well no shit.. the elevator is stuck. We have to call 911," he replied, taking out his phone to call emergency services.

She leaned against the wall as Eren spoke with the operator, her mind wandering on what was going to happen now that she was stuck. Why did she have to be trapped with him out of all people? This was a disaster.

Eren looked at her as he put his phone away. "They'll be here soon.. they told us to be calm," he said.

She looked down at the floor, keeping quiet. She really didn't want to speak to him right now, especially since the situation wasn't exactly the best.

Eren noticed her discomfort, it was starting to get hot in the room. It felt stuffy, he wanted to try and be of some help; he couldn't imagine how scary being stuck in an elevator could be. He wasn't extremely freaked out, but he could see how freaked out she seemed.

"Do you want some water?" he asked, nodding his head.

She remained silent, it annoyed Eren. He just wanted to help.

"Hello!? Do you want water?" he asked again, his voice a bit louder this time.

She looked up for a second before speaking. "No." her voice sounding annoyed, almost angry.

Eren shrugged his shoulders, if she didn't want help then he wasn't gonna force her to do anything she didn't want to do. It was nagging him though, he hated the silent treatment and he just wanted to snap her out of it.

"So.. what do you wanna talk about?" he asked, trying to ease the tension in the room.

She remained silent, her eyes glued to the floor. Eren wasn't having it anymore.

"Hello!? I asked you a question," he said again, this time his voice was a bit louder.

She clenched her teeth before speaking. "What is there to talk about? How I'm stuck in an elevator with an asshole!? Just leave me alone.."

Eren rolled his eyes, "I'm just trying to be nice to you! Ugh.. whatever.. why try with someone like you," he replied.

She scoffed, "Whatever asshole.."

That was the last straw, before she knew it Eren was hovering over her; his arms caging her in and his hands up against the wall. "You wanna repeat that?" he asked, his breath fanning over her face.

She avoided his eyes, "Can you back up? Seriously, go away," she said.

He stared at her intensely. "Not until you fix your attitude," he replied.

She sighed, "Okay fine.. just please, back up," she said, putting her hand near his chest.

Eren leaned up, "Good.. we have to keep each other calm. I don't want you freaking out," he said.

It felt awkward being so close to Eren, he was such an outgoing guy compared to (Y/N); he was always that loud and bubbly student. She wasn't exactly sure what to talk about with him, not like they had any similar interests anyway.

"It's kind of hot in here.." Eren said, fanning his face to get some relief.

It was true, the room was stuffy and warm. It made (Y/N) regret wearing a sweater that day.

"Yeah it is.." she replied, looking at the floor.

"Hold on I have an idea.." Eren said before removing his sweater.

Her cheeks burned as she watched him take it off, she swore she saw the glimpse of his abs underneath his white shirt. She couldn't lie that she found Eren attractive, he was what any girl wanted; tall, brown hair, emerald eyes, pearly white teeth, and his muscular figure. It drew girls in all the time.

"You like what you see?" he asked, smirking.

Her eyes grew wide, "H-Huh?! What? N-No!" she replied, looking away.

"Yeah you do.."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah.."

"No!"

"Uh huh, sure"

"Shut up!"

"Okay fine.. whatever you say! You're lowkey cute when you're mad," he said, smiling.

Her head snapped towards his. "What? Definitely not.." she replied, her cheeks growing warm.

Eren leaned down towards her face. "You definitely are.. in my opinion anyway," he said, looking into her eyes.

Their gazes locked and before she knew it, Eren's lips were pressed onto hers. The kiss was rough and it made her stomach bubble, his lips were soft and warm, almost feverish.

Eren pressed her against the wall, her arms finding their way to his neck; Eren had one of his arms around her waist, squeezing at the skin.

"For someone who hates me, you seem to like to kiss me a lot.." he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, "S-Shut up.." she replied.

Eren moved his lips down to her neck, he peppered kisses along her skin; it made goosebumps form.

"Fuck.. you're so pretty, I've always dreamt about kissing you," he said, licking along her sweet spot.

A slight whimper escaped her throat. "E-Eren.. please.." her moan came out breathless.

"Please what..? Use your words (Y/N).. you've always had a mouth on you," Eren asked, his teeth slightly grazing along her skin.

She lightly tugged at his brown hair. "Please Eren.. I want you.." she whimpered.

He chuckled, "Fuck.. you turn me on, let me make you mine, I've always wanted you,"

She pressed her legs together, arousal pooling between them. She could see the print in Eren's pants, it made her throb with need.

"Make me yours Eren.." she said, running her fingers along his jaw.

Eren brought her hips towards his, his print pressing against her stomach. "Shit.. say less," he replied.

Eren was about to kiss her again when they both heard a sudden pounding against the ceiling of the elevator. "Hey! Is anyone in there?!"

It was the fire department.

"Yeah! Down here!" Eren called back.

The two grabbed their backpacks, fixing themselves so they didn't look suspicious of anything. The fire department helped them get out of the hot elevator, it felt like a wave of relief when they stepped out.

"Well that was.. an experience," (Y/N) said, laughing a bit.

Eren chuckled, "It was.. I guess you aren't so bad after all," he smiled.

She felt her cheeks growing warm again. "Y-Yeah, same to you.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, nodding her head.

Eren grabbed her hand before she could leave. "Actually.. do you wanna come to my dorm later? We should talk.. about what we said," he said, his cheeks slightly pink.

She smiled, "Sounds good.. I'll text you?"

"Bet! Come swing by later," he replied, squeezing her hand a bit.

She waved before walking in the opposite direction of him, Eren had a huge grin on his face. Maybe being stuck with her wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.

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This Week in BL

May 2021 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

It’s a cray cray Friday when Vietnam gets its eng subs up before GMMTV Thailand. What alter-reality are we in? Well, the Vietnamese offerings are better right now anyway. (Oooo, feel that burn.) 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Top Secret Together Ep 2 - pulping it up in the best possible way. Sure sound and production values are pants, and in classic Thai fashion the editing in post is exacerbating (rather than fixing) pacing issues, but it’s still CUTE AF. I don’t even mind the added university storyline, because they’ve got good chemistry (and a confident gay fresher after a panicked gay hazer is an old favorite... what can I say, SOTUS was my first love). We aren’t spending too much time with any one couple, so it’s weighted a lot better than Brothers was, but also character development is slow. 

Siew Sum Noi Ep 2 - Unfortunately, it’s just too hard to find, plus no subs. I’m dropping it in the hopes it comes back on my radar some day. 

Y-Destiny Ep 8 - (Thurs) It’s rough having a ghost boyfriend, half your friends are scared, the other half think you’re crazy, and kissing shortens your lifespan. This was a cute couple even if I wasn’t wild about the surrounding story. 

Close Friend Ep 5: (Dear My Star/JimmyTommy) - about high school penpals. It had to rely entirely on voice over work as the actors only meet face to face at the end. It’s a good thing they are appealing screen presences on their own, with good vocal control. It’s hard to imagine any other BL pair carrying this kinda plot. It’s by far my favorite of the series so far, and I’m not even a big JimmyTommy fan. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 7 - no subs. Do we care? Not really. Because we have... 

Nitiman Ep 3 - currently my favorite out of Thailand. It’s the university Thai BL i’ve been waiting for since... when was the last good one? My Engineer? Yowza. Anyway we got: head on my shoulder, baby is a floppy drunk (but still wants to be in control), proximity alert, boyfriend’s closet, seme gets seriously jelly, and a cute twist on feeding him. There’s something fun and complex about Jin’s character. He’s not a panicked bi. He knows exactly what’s going on, he just hasn’t decided if he wants Bb or not. He clearly enjoys being looked after, the compliments, and the attention, but he’s not sure if he’s going to like what happens if he gives in. I like that twist on the usual tsundere uke archetype a lot, cautious rather than willfully obtuse or freaked out. We can see Jin realizing in stages: I like this person, I like that they like me, I like the romantic attentiveness. But in the background is... do I actually want to f*k him? It’s a dynamic we don’t often see on BL. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 10 fin - the most ridiculous show using BLs worst tropes in a sort of weird smoothie of bitter greens and too ripe banana. The ending was the sappiest cheesiest thing ever, like cheese syrup tapped from the cheese tree. So of course I loved it, but I’m pretty sure I giggled through all the bits meant to be profound. Because, in the end, to tolerate this show at all, you just can’t take ANY of it seriously. RECOMMENDED (with some SERIOUS reservations and trigger warnings.) Full review here. 

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan) Ep 1-2 - I don’t mind a damaged seme character but this one is a bit weird for me. Like creepy Cheese in the Trap level weird. On the bright side, the story has given our tsundere uke good motivation for his angst and great existing friendships, loyalty, and likability. Plus I’m invested in the cafe owner/innocent puppy side dishes. So if it’s only the seme character I’m not jiving with, and he’s the most established actor, it should all turn out fine. I believe in you, Taiwanese BL. 

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 6 fin - speaking of belief. This such a good show but they gave us a cliffhanger ending. Now we must hope against hope for season two. That’s never guaranteed with Taiwan tho. So, I’m docking a few points and saying, RECOMMENDED so long as you realize it’s a cliffhanger. 

Love is Science? (Taiwan) Ep 1-9 (BL subplot) - this is a good het romance, but the fact that the BL subplot is a beautifully acted disaster bi + confident gay means you’re hearing about it whether you want to or not. Plus they just added in some GL! Come on! I gotta support Taiwan normalizing queer to this extent. They are fighting the good fight and if I also have to watch a career lady and her much younger softest straight boi get it on, too? Twist my arm with that service sub subtext. Go on Taiwan, TWIST IT. It’s on Viki. Join the revolution.   * Incidentally if you actually like the D/s het dynamic of this show, I highly recommend Japanese Kimi wa Petto - career woman keeps a hot young dancer boy as a pet. Oh yes, an actual pet, that IS the pitch. Never doubt Japan when kink is on the line. It’s also on Viki. Go get your kink on, thank me later. (If it helps: That was not a request.)  

Most Peaceful Place 2 (Vietnam) Ep 2 (AKA 5) - love triangles aren’t my thing, but if you’re gonna do it short form, by all means bring in the lead’s other BL pairing so the chemistry is on point. Now I've no idea who I want him to end up with. Can’t they just be in a poly triad? 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 7 - I’m still enjoying it a lot. It’s still unabashedly queer and the tension is ramping up. We now have secret identity, blackmail, femme fatale, faen fatale, and incoming seme confrontation. Best of all, the series is still airing, which makes it longer than any other Vietnamese BL I’ve seen (aside from Tein Bromance - which is just too weird to count). 

Gossip - Thai BL 

SEVEN PROJECT TEASERS

No one is entirely sure what Studio Wabi Sabi’s Seven Project/7Project will entail. 

It might be like Close Friend (1 episode per couple, no linking), 

or Y-Destiny (2 episodes per couple, loosely linked), 

or The En of Love (4 episodes per couple, linked but independent consecutive stories). 

They’re giving the couple’s arcs separate titles. So each one would be what? Seven Project: Once Upon a Time or the like? We’re in Taiwanese title territory people and NO ONE WANTS TO GO THERE. Anygay... 

Once Upon a Time is the BounPrem (og UWMA) anchor story, and seems to be the most dramatic and likely saddest. These two can handle most of what’s thrown at them at this juncture, so it should be good. 

Vs Love is a BoomPeak (og Make it Right) university vehicle. Since I thought Boom was done with our nonsense, I couldn’t be more thrilled and surprised this pair is doing another show together. I don’t think either of them are the greatest actors but I find Peak very endearing and Boom charismatic on screen, so I’ll watch. 

Would You be My Love is the hotly anticipated SantaEarth launch. They’re a (cultivated) IRL ship and Earth is an established BL actor. They have great chemistry and high energy so this could be lots of fun. 

We are also getting a GL from this series from established BL actresses Samantha and Pineare. Nothing teased yet on that, but I’m looking forward to this installment the most. Also curious to see how the ladies handle the branding and promo side, not to mention the culture. (Thailand variety shows gonna force *girls* to play the Pepero game?) 

Secret Crush on You upcoming Thai BL with no release date, co-produced by and featuring (but NOT staring) Saint and directed by Cheewin (sigh) with all fresh faces. (Previously known as Stalker the series.) It looks like pure pulp and I’m not wild about the plot but could be better than expected as it’s adapted from a novel. Cheewin is an okay director when he has an actual story to follow. 

Don’t Say No the series. Coming from the producers of TharnType this is the JaFirst vehicle many have been waiting for. Friends to lovers + a good boy/bad boy pairing on a sports romance foundation. It’s basketball so they tapped Meen as well (he’s semi-pro). The bad news? You get one guess as to who is writing the darn thing? Yep it’s MAME. So, ya know, expect some slam dunk kidnapping, a light dribbling of rape, and me turning into a basketcase. AKA... 

Will I have to live blog this series in order to survive it? That seems to be the only way I can. So probably. Which means the bad sports puns will continue. Look, if I’m suffering, SO ARE YOU! 

Rumors of a new YinWar vehicle The Best Story (mini series) coming in July. Also rumors that their previously announced Love Mechanics (full length series) has either been delayed, is facing money issues, or is moving studios, or all three. 

Breaking News 

DELAYED (I’m talking these three off the watch list until we get new airing dates) 

Love Area’s release was pushed out but it got a trailer. 

Golden Blood was supposed to drop Weds but comments in MDL report that it is delayed due to C19.  

Love’s Outlet (Taiwan) is supposed to have started a 50 episode run (only 3-5 min each, what utter nonsense). Sadly, this delay is due to a surge in cases in Taiwan which was doing so well, but also doesn’t have many inoculations. 

Bad Buddy has started workshopping at GMMTV actual. 

Kang Insoo’s BTS for Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding is SO FLIPPING CUTE. You have to watch it. Trust me, I don’t rec behind the scenes stuff often. 

Next Week Looks Like This: 

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.