#I AM SORRY I TOOK THIS AS A CHANCE TO RANT ABOUT THEM

[lionheartedmusings]

i love how our opinion about the whole bad tubbo ron fred escapade is so different yet so close in many ways lmao

LISTEN THE THING IS RIGHT that it's really easy to understand the other person's perspective when you're following either q!bad or q!tubbo because at the end of the day, they're kind of doing things for the same reason: a) to help someone they love, and b) because their intentions are good. the execution? totally different.

q!tubbo is a character that i sympathize with more than actively like, mostly because he frustrates me a bit, but who very clearly has good intentions. while i think his primary motivator is fred and the fact that the workers have feelings (and in the same line ron's safety) is secondary, he's trying to help a friend. he doesn't want anyone to get hurt, and that's a very honourable reason of doing things. i also think that his relationship with fred is interesting because to an extent i wonder if it's a direct response to the loss of the eggs - a new friend he hoped to learn about and have company from, with the eggs not being able to do so.

now, i firmly think that q!tubbo's problem is that he thinks he's smarter than everyone else and that's bound to be his downfall in all of this, because the way he underestimates everyone and almost patronises them (not to their face, but i found his reactions to q!bad while they were both with q!bagi were both fascinating and left me thinking "oh boy, you've got a big storm coming") is all fun and good... but he isn't the smartest person in the room, and he definitely isn't the most calculated.

something something, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

and then you have q!bad who is playing some wild 8d chess that we can only half analyse because at the end of the day we only have half of the picture, but who ultimately is doing everything he's doing to save his children, to get them back safe and sound. you can argue kidnapping is a bit overboard, but his intentions? good. he's doing this to save the people he loves unapologetically, and given everything that's happened over the six months he's been on the island i'm not surprised he went this far.

he also has recognised ron not only as a friend, but as family at this point and thus ron is now higher on the list of "keep safe" than q!bad himself is - family is everything, and if anything happens to ron this man is gonna go apeshit (now, that's also a whole can of worms but yeno).

it's a matter of morals and priorities vs. how far you're willing to go for the people you love, for both of them.

now, the most fascinating thing for me is how q!bad doesn't underestimate q!tubbo at all, and told pierre point blank that he might be a bigger obstacle than the federation themselves...

q!bad is fully aware of who he's up against, but q! tubbo isn't and that makes me FERAL WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN AAAAAAH

ps. i do think fred is either not fred anymore, is dead, or has been manipulating q!tubbo from the beginning. i genuinely think something is off there, and it would be such a juicy plotline that i think the admins would love to give tubbo the real true horrors with it.

[via-l0ve]

Dating Carlisle Cullen HCs!

a/n: was the requested? absolutely not. am i a slut for daddy cullen? abso-fuckin-lutley

warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, im lowkey an edward hater in this i’m sorry, smut is fem!reader based!! dating daddy carlisle

- when you guys hang out at night /alone he’s all over you

- he holds you, lays on your chest, plays with your hair while you sit inbetween his legs SHSSUWHEISN

- he plays with your fingers while you guys are around other people and he gets a little nervous

- like if your hanging out with friends he’ll play with your fingers and hands, twist around your bracelets and rings

- i love him he’s so soft

- he desperately tries to stop you from popping pimples and blackheads

- “y/n sTOP”

- sometimes you’ll laugh at stuff he says bc it sounds so old fashioned

- he attempts to make you food and most of the time it’s amazing but usually when you two cook it almost always ends up burnt or undercooked or missing an ingredient

- bc he gets distracted by your stupid jokes that sometimes result in a food fight

- carlisle would do anything for you

- literally one time you brought up wanting to go to disneyland because they do a mardi gras parade and he almost bought plane tickets right then and there

- “what’re you doing?”

- “buying plane tickets.”

- “what??? STOP-“

- he loves how you hate when he spends money on you

- it makes him want to do it more

- you both have multiple matching things

- bracelets, rings, necklaces, etc

- he bought you this EXPENSIVE bracelet once and you almost passed out on the spot

- it has your and carlisle’s initials engraved into it and it’s your favorite color

- he lets you paint his nails frequently

- he loves when you do little designs on them too

- he loves being the person you feel comfortable ranting to

- it breaks his heart when he opens his door and sees you with puffy eyes and a red nose, tears reminiscent on your face

- he lets you in and picks you up, speeding you to his bedroom

- he grabs you a big t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tells you to shower or change before talking about it

- and then after that he does whatever you want

- sometimes he’ll comb your hair while you rant to him, or make you some tea on the kitchen island while you talk to him about what happened

- he’d totally sit you on the counter and cut up + feed you fruit and clean the juice from your chin. im sobbing

- 100% takes care of your stuffed animals

- he would love how you bond with his “kids”

- you and emmett would totally play horror games together

- emmett and you are this clip:

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxJdszrIKDCtmfnyVLdhVwf2sGqLcJ6NBU

- honestly either of you could be rhett/link and it would still make sense

- you lowkey make fun of edward ngl

- i feel like he plays games with you and emmett too and he sucks ass

- carlisle looses his shit when he hears you make a gooddamn good roast of him and you can hear him laughing from upstairs

- alice constantly tries to buy you clothes she thinks not only you, but also carlisle would like

- Rosalie would confide in you a lot

- tbh it took her a hot minute to warm up to you but when she saw how happy carlisle was with you she gave you a chance

- jasper loves you tbh

- he games w/ u and emmett and you guys kick ass in rocket league

- sometimes Carlisle will just stare at you for no reason

- you’ll catch him and he won’t break eye contact and you get all flustered and look away

- and proceed to look back to see him still staring

- “what’re you looking at?”

- “just you. :)”

- “okay but why”

- “youre beautiful.”

- “get a room!” ~ emmett

- reminds your to take ur medication

- after meeting your family, he’s always down to babysit with you or go to family reunions or vacations

- if it’s a sunny place he’ll just busy himself with work inside

- always liking ur instagram posts

- he always comments on them too

- just a simple “i love you” or “gorgeous🩷”

——— smut time

- respect and consent king

- wouldn’t dream of hurting you/degrading you ever

- he loves tits. sorry not sorry it’s true

- he’ll play w/ ur nipples and leave hickeys on ur boobs

- fucking looses it when you moan his name

- like, if you do that he’s giving you literally everything he has

- his fav position is missionary or when you ride him but you face him

- specifically if he’s sitting in his office chair and you get ontop of him and-

- makes your legs SHAKE

- he has his hands on your hips while you ride him bc that’s hot

- literally adores your body

- he couldn’t care less of your stomach pokes out or if you have love handles or stretch marks

- he loves you for you

- PRAISE

- this man loves to make you blush and he knows exactly how to do it in bed

- master at giving you head

- literally knows exactly what to do and how you like it done

- fucking dies when you ride his face

- like it’s not a thing that he wants he NEEDS it

- he pays attention to your body movements and how you react to certain things

- he’s the typa guy to get on his knees and eat you out

- tongue around ur clit and fingers inside you pumping in and out and moving around inside to touch your g-spot

[acowardinmordor]

You Left Me - You Miss Me - Six

Sup, I finally wrote the next part. Mostly because of someone trying to find it via the fic finder blog, which gave me a big ol spike in anxiety about the lack of update.

Part One .... Part Four - Part Five

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“Rob, no.”

“Don’t you tell me ‘no,’ Steven Dingus Harrington!”

“You can’t drive to Hawkins and kill the guy.”

“Oh yes I can! I'll take your bat with me!”

“Babe, you still don’t know how to drive, and I have work in the morning so I can’t take you.” 

“I’ll figure it out on the way!”

She wouldn’t. She wasn't going to drive to Hawkins. She would definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent kill Munson if she had the chance and Steve didn’t talk her out of it, but Robin wasn’t going to leave him alone when he’d had a breakdown an hour earlier. She wouldn’t let him sleep alone for the next few days, and she would go to work with him in the morning, and she’d probably skip her Stats class so she could stick by him after work too. 

It took Robin about thirty seconds to realize something had happened. 

That was the gap between her opening the car door, and Steve speaking. All he said was “hey, Robs” and she cut off her ramble about chlorofluorocarbons. The same way he could tell by the sound of her stirring soup, or which color eye shadow she wore, she knew immediately something had happened. 

She touched his arm.

And he had a breakdown in the college parking lot. 

Steve updated the tag on the side of the box and put it back on the shelf. He was,technically, working. Robin was ranting and using a tie-dye shirt as a prop. 

“You don’t need to crash our car trying to go kill a guy I’m not even mad at.”

“Ugh,” she flapped the shirt at him and slouched against the edge of the shelving unit. “Why not? Why are you not mad at him? How? I’m mad at him! He took the kids away from you! They’re annoying little shitheads but you loved them and he jus---”

“Rob,” he interrupted softly. He couldn’t get into that side of it right now. 

“Sorry. Sorry. But you’re not this nice, Stevie. You’re wonderfully bitchy and petty and it’s one of my favorite things about you, and I don’t get this. He sucks! This was super shitty! Why aren’t you mad at him for being an asshole?”

“It’s not his fault.”

“He said it was his fault!”

Eddie blamed himself, and maybe it was his fault, but it didn’t matter. Not in comparison.

“Are you going to inventory anything tonight, or is this just going to be me?”

“No! And why are you working?”

Because if he stopped, if he let himself turn his full attention towards it, he was going to fall apart again, and stupid as it was, checking inventory used up just enough of his focus that he couldn’t drown. Steve flicked through the stack of size smalls, and wrote it down on the list. “Uh, because we’re at work?”

“We both work tomorrow tonight and there is no way that Mary or Nick have ever looked at the stock sheets in their life, they aren’t going to look tomorrow either. No one will know.”

“I’ll know.” He glanced up to make eye contact for a second, and she caved with a groan. 

“If you were anyone but my soulmate, buddy…” She folded the shirt terribly, shoved it into the gap between the cardboard and the other shirts, and finally closed the box. 

Letting the silence settle gave Steve a minute to breathe, and reset himself without the rising tension. She knew that, and waited until, unspoken, she knew he was ready to keep going. 

“Steve.”

“I am mad, Robs. I am. You know that it’s.. At the kids, and at Hopper, and at myself for agreeing to this stupid idea, but I’m not mad at him.” 

“Why does he get special treatment?”

Hearing how that sounded, he tried again, “No, uh. I’m mad at him, but, like, the same way you get mad when the grandma in the crosswalk is going really slow and then drops something and goes back, and you end up stuck waiting again even though you should have made it through the light before. Yeah, it sucks, but it’s not like grandma was doing it specifically to fuck with you. She’s just, you know, shopping or whatever. 

“It wasn’t like there was a friendship there that he betrayed. He did something for his own life and it was sorta sucky, and it sucks for me, but he feels really shitty about it, so I don’t think he meant for them to, you know, vanish.”

Robin thumbed down the stack of Levis, whispering the count as she went. Three more sizes got counted before she responded. 

“You carried him out of there. You saved his life.”

Steve hummed absently. “He wasn’t bleeding that bad. His trash lid kept most of them off. I panicked when I saw blood and picked him up.”

“And that doesn’t make you friends?”

“It’s not like I only saved him because it was him. Not like I stopped and thought about whether I should get the bleeding guy to the hospital. Lifeguard, remember?” 

The other half of the thought, he bit back. He’d had nightmares about Billy after Starcourt. Dreams where he could have saved him, and didn’t. Where he could have saved Max from having to see that, having to recover from that. He saw Eddie bleeding, he saw one of his kids screaming, and there wasn’t a thought in his head. Just the need not to let it happen again. Not again. Not Dustin too. 

He kept his eyes on the inventory form so she didn’t see that part. 

“Still think it should have mattered more. Life saving creates friendships.”

“He was unconscious. I know you don’t know much about how guys act with each other, but generally both dudes are awake when they become friends.”

She snorted at his weak joke, throwing her pencil at him. It wasn’t anywhere near her. 

“New record, champ,  that one wasn’t even close enough for me to pretend to dodge it.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“Love you too, Robs.”

He got through a full set of kids dress shirts in peace, counted and listed. Then he pulled down the crate of kid’s dresses, next on the list to check. 

The whole can of worms would tear open when, if, when Eddie showed up with something from the kids. There was no version of that day that wouldn’t end with him falling apart. If he skimmed them, if he burned them, if he read them, if he wrote back, if he refused to take them at all, it didn’t matter. He was going to fall to pieces. 

If they wrote and it was real, if it was petty, if it was anger, if it was grief, if it was gloating he was gone, if it was begging him to come back, if it was proof that it was always fake, always a temporary placeholder until they found someone they actually like. The imminent breakdown was going to be bad no matter what. 

Like those safety videos in school about seat belts. 

Like knowing the car crash was coming, knowing it couldn’t be stopped, and knowing that nothing he did was going to make it any easier to bear. Slow motion, watching a car come -- a beat up old van come towards him. No time to put on a seat belt, no way to brace for it, just accept that it was going to happen and hope you survived.  

Robin cleared her throat to get his attention, and Steve blinked back to himself. 

“Did, uh, did you say something?”

Robin watched him for a minute. He let her this time. It was easier to let her see what he was feeling than try to turn it into words, and he needed her to let it go for now.. 

“I’m going to skip my bio lecture on Friday afternoon.”

“Birdie, you don’t--” 

“You are going to call in sick at the skate rink. We are going to make snickerdoodles and brownies and the cracker bark thing, and order pizza, and we’re going to make ourselves sick eating too much, and we’re going to watch some random movie on mute and make up our own story and dialogue. Got it?”

“Got it,” he smiled.

And it wasn’t going to make it all better. Eating two pounds of butter in a day wasn’t going to make it easier when Eddie showed up, but it was like hitting pause on that video. Car crash was still coming, but he could look away for a while. 

***

Steve clung to the pass shelf from the kitchen as the expected car crash hit him on Monday. John, always eager for the chance to throw someone out of the diner, looked over Steve’s shoulder. It was a nice moment. A nice little thought before he had to face what he’d agreed to. If he asked, John would throw Eddie out. Literally. Nice image, but not the one he got to see.

Instead, he declined the offer, and grabbed the plates. 

“Gimme a minute,” he mumbled to Eddie, heading to the sweet elderly couple celebrating the birth of their second granddaughter with a leisurely breakfast. If he spent an extra minute talking to them, complimenting the polaroid of what seemed to be some kind of mashed potato swaddled in white and pink, it was to get a good tip, not because he was stalling. 

Eddie hadn’t moved when he got back. He was a step back from the counter, stiff, holding a paper grocery bag under one arm, eyes trained on the ugly teal of the stool’s seat.

“Well?” Steve asked bitchily, “Did you bring milk and eggs and bread, honey?”

He put it on the counter, clutching the folded top hard, like he was making sure it stayed shut. 

Like it was full of spiders or something. Mutual sentiment.

Steve grabbed it, tossing it onto the shelf where they kept personal belongings and the leftovers they’d called dibs on. He hadn’t expected Eddie Munson to be up to Franklin at eight am on a Monday. Eddie wasn’t a morning person. Steve thought he’d have a few more hours to brace. Now he had to deal with customers while that bag burned a hole in the back of his head. 

Luckily, Rebecca was serious when she said he could get mean with guests if he wanted to. Today wasn’t a want. It was going to be a necessity. 

Eddie was still standing there. 

“You can tell them I got it, or whatever,” he tried to dismiss him.

Something that looked like the tortured remains of a smile flickered on Eddie’s face. He gave up after a second and nodded too many times. “Thanks. Thank you. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, right?”

It took a minute for Steve to catch up to the question. 

“I haven’t said I’m going to answer them. Or open them. Or keep them.”

Eddie was quiet for a minute, still not looking up, and Steve’s Travel-Size-Robin was vibrating with the need to make him so they could guess what the hell he was thinking. 

“Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday mornings?” he repeated. 

“Yeah. Sure, yeah,” Steve gave up. 

Eddie left, and Steve did the entire day’s front of house prep before Susan got in, trying to keep his head away from that damn bag. 

***

Steve didn’t open it. 

He fell asleep in Robin’s bed, grateful he didn’t have other work that evening, and doubly grateful when she made him eat some crackers and drink some water before they passed out for the night. 

If he was waiting for the impact the day before, seeing Eddie again the next day was so unexpected that the crash whooshed past him without an impact. He didn’t sit down, and he looked a little rough, probably from driving to Franklin in the early morning twice in two days. 

“Do you have…?”

“No? No,” Steve boggled at him, “How could I have anything for you to even -- No. Man, no.” 

Eddie nodded. 

Eddie left. 

***

Steve stared at the bag instead of taking a nap before their shift in the stockroom. Didn’t open it, that was way, way beyond him, but he did manage to look directly at it, and it was only a few saltines, but he did successfully eat. 

Robin, angel, light of his life, soulmate and perfect person got in the car after class, handed him a kinda gross protein bar that she stole from an athlete in her class who she didn’t like, and made him eat it. 

She didn’t make him talk about the bag shaped elephant in their apartment, and she spent the entire shift explaining the way Ann Carson’s translations of Greek plays had totally shifted how people read them, making them more accessible, and how the push to do the same with Shakespeare was incredible. 

When he went to crawl into his own bed that night, she grumbled, brought her favorite pillow, and climbed in after him. 

***

Eddie walked in at quarter to seven, right after three four tops seated.

“No.”

“Okay. Yeah.” Eddie looked small, probably because he was speaking at a normal volume, sounding like a normal human, which ran opposite to how Eddie was in Hawkins. He also looked like crap. 

“Why are you here, dude? You hate mornings. You don’t have to leave that early, I work until one.”

Eddie scrunched his face, but didn’t answer that. 

“No?” he asked instead.

Someone at table six shouted ‘waiter!’ 

“I’ll bring your coffee in a damn minute!” Steve yelled back, half turning with the carafe in his hand.

“Steve?”

“Look, I don’t have anything for you. Nothing. You don’t need to waste your time. I haven’t opened it.”

“There’s more than one -- oh,” Eddie scrubbed over his face. “Okay. Yeah. Okay. Do-- Are you going to? Open it.”

Thinking about opening it made him want to run away to Canada. 

Thinking about never knowing made him want to puke. 

Whatever weird face Steve made was something Eddie could translate. He only raised his head for a moment, just long enough to look. But then he covered his face with both hands, taking a deep breath that shuddered on the exhale. 

“See you Monday,” he said as a goodbye.

“Where’s my coffee?” the same guy yelled. Steve didn’t have the energy to deal with customers and whatever the fuck was going on with Eddie’s early morning emotional mess. 

“Wait a second,” he complained to both of them at once. Steve grabbed one of the big mugs, the ones they used for the expensive hot chocolate, filled it with coffee, and set the pour jar of sugar next to it. He looked from Eddie to the cup, pointedly. “Don’t crash. Bring the cup back with you.”

The asshole yelled for him again, and Steve turned on the terrifyingly polite smile that Robin had helped him hone. Then he deployed it on the asshole at table six. 

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We are headed towards Steddie, on a path that will, hopefully, not feel like I brushed off all this to get there. However. Wow, they're hurting right now. You can't have Eddie's pov yet, it would spoil things, but. just. trust me. ow.

Still don't do tag lists. Once I know how many parts it'll be, this will go to Ao3, promise.

[vrystalius]

I have been way too shy to ask you for a request and now that i am here writing it, it feels weird but, i love your writing way too much ❤️❤️❤️ can we get the Hashira and upper moons if it's not too much 😅. A scenario where they always been in love and had this huge crush on reader but they always say "I will confess when the moment is perfect" but then the reader falls in love with a boy from the village ,but then he breaks her heart by leaving her and now she is crying and sulking in her favourite spot when they find her and now they take the opportunity to confess telling her she needs someone who actually loves her and takes care of her.

(Sorry if it's too much it's my first ask and I don't know how else to put it please pardon my bad english) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Heartbroken

You’re crying from being heartbroken. What will the hashira do?

Note: I kind of completed this request differently and noticed it too late, I’m so sorry! And I apologise that it took so long. Thank you for sending in a request, I am extremely honoured that you entrusted me with this ask. I’ll try to write one for the Upper Moons as well. Your english is perfectly fine! Again, thank you!

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x gn!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He’s been denying his feelings for you for a while now. You’re too pretty, too smart, too strong and way too good for Sanemi to even have a single chance at dating you. He has been holding his feelings inside while watching you talking interacting with that damn kakushi everytime you saw them. Sanemi saw how much your eyes brightened up and your smile widened when with them.

He hated it so much. He fucking hated himself for feeling all these things and how much they’re making his heart hurt. It was distracting him from doing his missions properly. Sanemi started to get careless, getting slashed more often and taking more hits during practice. The others started to notice how absentminded he seemed and grew worried for the wind hashira.

Sanemi felt selfish when he helped you lean against his shoulder, holding you close to himself. Your tears were dropping onto his shoulder, beginning to soak his uniform. That damn kakushi rejected you and broke your golden heart, and now you’re here, crying against him. His hand was gently rubbing up and down your arm, trying to soothe you.

His mind was clouded with guilt, now thinking that he might have a chance with you. Was that shitty of him to think of that right now while you wrapped your arms around Sanemi and cried into his shoulder?

“I’ll kill that damn boy for ya. You don’t deserve gettin’ your heart broken…”

Kyojuro Rengoku

You two have been friends for such a long time and Kyojuro fell for you quickly after meeting you. He rants about you to his little brother, boasting about your incredible kindness and intelligence and how truly powerful you are. An incredible hashira who managed to defeat so many demons on your own! Senjuro would always listen quietly while sweeping the porch or preparing a meal for him as his brother. He noticed how brightly Kyojuro begins to glow and how his eyes shine. He truly loves you, he can tell. His brother might not even be aware of how much he actually fell for you.

Kyojuro was more heartbroken to see you this upset than being happy for himself that he has a chance now. He tried everything in his power to cheer you up and comfort you by giving you encouraging words, comforting touches and a big bear hug.

You two have been talking for hours now, about your feelings and what you want to do now. Kyojuro even offered you his dessert while you talked.

“How about you come home with me and we could eat dinner together with my brother? Company might do you good!”

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei would feel guilty for wanting to have you for himself after hearing that you expressed interest in one of the kakushi. Instead of persuading or trying to convince you to not confess to the kakushi, he’d actively try to bring you two together. If you are happy, Gyomei is. That also included on behalf of his happiness.

He’d encourage you to speak with the kakushi more, to create a bond between you two and create more of a chance that you might have a romantic relationship with him. Whenever you got nervous or unsure, Gyomei was there to encourage and offer advice to you every time.

After your heart was broken, the first person you thought of seeking comfort from was the stone hashira.

His deep voice and gentle hand on your back was incredibly comforting, making you lean against him. Your head was resting against Gyomei’s chest after he wrapped his large arm around you and soothingly stroked your back, offering his comfort.

“It will be okay. Your heart will heal in time. Please know that I will be here for you if you need any support.”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu didn’t want to get close to you after noticing how much you like that kakushi. He doesn’t want to interfere with your love life and who you choose to be. Instead, he drowns in misery and a wave of depression. Giyu barely spoke to you, and now he’s completely ignoring you. You felt bad for him and wondered if something might have happened that caused him to be so… downcast and depressed. Fearing that you are the reason why Giyu’s acting like this, you decided to stay out of his way as well, just in case.

He accidentally stumbled upon you after your heart was broken. You were crying your heart out while Giyu just awkwardly sat down beside you. His posture was stiff and he wasn’t sure how to comfort you, so he just patter your back silently. He felt a slight glimmer of hope in his chest after finding out why you were so upset, but was extremely bewildered why someone would reject someone as perfect as you.

In Giyu’s eyes, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, powerful, fast and best person in the whole entire world. How could someone be this blind and not see that? Even Gyomei probably knows how beautiful and perfect you truly are, and his eyes are completely clouded. Giyu carefully scooted a little closer to you and made you lean your head onto his shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort.

“You’ll be okay, trust me.”

💠

Again, so so sorry it took so long. My brain was being a little fried and I couldn’t work on any asks and I instead posted my own things. I’m planning to work on more requests!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Second Chances Are For Winners - Part 2

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

WC: 2k

TW: Swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of kidnapping, imprisonment, Criminal Minds General list of triggers apply here.

A/N: Howdy babes! I'm back in action (and in therapy!) so the will to write is stronger than ever. I am so excited that this is becoming a mini series since I loved the whole premise I had come up with last year. Pls enjoy part 2!

Part One

Last Week

“We have a White Male in his late thirties, breaking and entering into single women’s homes.” Hotch started, he put his hands in his pockets and continued talking. “ We know he used to be homeless, or transient, because of the manner in which he is gaining access to home.”

 Derek took over. “Pickpocketing. He snags the women’s keys, makes a copy for himself, and then breaks into their houses, condos, apartments.” 

Emily gestured to the board in the front of the room. There were several images, along with a map in front of the officers. “We know this because he leaves the set of keys on the kitchen table, along with the polaroid of the woman he’s kidnapped.” 

Derek spoke up. “He’s targeting women in their late twenties, with high paying jobs. We assume this is due to some kind of grievance where he believes he was wronged, and left him feeling powerless.” 

Hotch nodded at Derek. “Think promotions of jobs, priorities, breakups, divorces—something that would make this man feel as if he is no longer fulfilling the role of the head of the household.” 

 Derek leaned against the desk. “He takes his time with them. We know this because there’s been a body a week for the past three. We are assuming that he has a new victim considering the newest body was found yesterday. And we know that he picks up a body on Monday nights, and dumps them early Friday Mornings.”

“Look through reports from tonight and this morning about anyone missing. Even if it’s just a concerned call about someone not showing up to work, we need to know about it.” Emily held her hands in front of her as she spoke to the group. She gave a brief smile to the officers looking up at her. “Thank you.” 

As the room started to clear out, Derek looked over at Spencer, who was just staring at the board, deep in thought. “Earth to Reid. Hey.” 

Reid snapped out of whatever depths of his mind he was in, and looked up at Morgan. “Sorry, sorry. What.” 

“What? That’s it? Reid you just blanked out of that entire session. What is goin’ on with you man?” 

Spencer shook his head. “Sorry I-I, I’m not really…Sorry. It’s just..”

“Just what.” 

Emily nudged Derek with her elbow. “Be nice.” 

Derek rolled his eyes, and trudged away. 

“I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but I can’t stop thinking about the security cameras. How has he not been seen, anywhere. L-Like, for example, when he goes and makes the copies of the keys, all of the locksmiths in town have cameras everywhere because of safety reasons, right? And-and-and, even if he didn’t go there, and went to a Walmart outside of the city, or something, they all absolutely have cameras that work. So how has this guy not been seen by anyone?” 

Emily nodded while Spencer continued to rant. “And I can’t quite figure out how—” Spencer pushed out of his chair by the window and went up to the board. 

Across the center of one of the whiteboards was a timeline.. 

“It’s such a specific timeline—A-As if he can only operate on those certain days, like he’s limited to Mondays and Fridays, because part of his week is blocked off.”

“Or.” Emily chimed in, following his train of thought. “Something triggers him every weekend, like he sees her…whoever she is, every weekend. Maybe he works in a restaurant, or something.” 

“But why would she go into a restaurant where she knows he is?” 

“To taunt him?” Derek pipes up. “Bring a new man in, once a week, on a first date. Show him how much better she’s doing?” 

“And risk her safety? I don’t think so.” Emily scoffed and turned back to the board. 

Headaches have always been your least favorite part of waking up from being knocked out by chloroform. You had never been knocked out via towel and drug before, but whenever you would watch your favorite crime-related shows, you would think about how god awful that headache must be when you wake up. 

And you were right. It was a fucking bitch. 

Your vision had spots dancing across it as you let out a groan from being conscious for the first time in god knows how long. You were still in your pajamas and weren’t shivering, which meant that wherever you were, was warm enough to keep you alive. 

You tried to move your hands but found that that was over your head, chained to the wall. The chain connecting both of your wrists was pegged into the wall like you were in some old castle during the Medieval Ages. If you weren’t dying of thirst and hunger, you would have found the situation almost comical. 

Once you got used to the complete lack of sunlight, you were able to make out the rest of the room, which was decorated with splatter across the walls and floor. It was obviously not a choice in decor, and more of a mess someone wasn’t willing to clean up. There was an outline of what seemed like bars at the far end of the room, directly across from a small wooden staircase that had been built up against the wall. 

It was a cell. 

You had been stuck in a cell like one of those prisoners in Pirates of the Caribbean, and it was not as silly and fun as Disney World had made it out to be. 

You went to speak, with only a sharp intake of air, and only a cough could come out. Luckily for you, the cough had alerted whoever was upstairs that you were awake, meaning that the silhouette of a man appeared at the top of the stairs when the door opened. 

You were just hop[ping this was one of those stupid melatonin induced dreams where something bad would happen but then you would wake up and suddenly you were safe in bed. As the man’s footsteps echoed louder and louder as they trudged down the stairs, you realized you couldn’t wake up. 

“You’re up. Good.” 

Your back pressed against the wall as you recognized the voice from the man standing at the bars of the cell. 

“What. Y/n hasn’t texted you today?” JJ  elbowed Reid lightly as the two of them were sitting next to each other in the bullpen. 

Reid blinked and looked up at her. “How did you…” 

“You’ve been reading the same page for fifteen minutes. Either you’re really trying to analyze…something, or you haven’t actually read the page and something was bugging you.”

Spencer scoffed but put the file down. 

JJ gave his shoulder a little squeeze. She was about to say something when Garcia walked into the room, eyes wide, carrying a file. “New—we have to…” 

That was all the two agents could pick out of her sentences before Garcia was in Hotch’s office. 

“No rest for the wicked.” Emily called out to the two of them as all three made their way towards the meeting room. 

Eventually the team had all gathered in the conference room and Garcia was setting up the screen. 

“There’s been another body.”

The team sighed and nodded. This killer in DC has been evading them for a whole month now, that they knew of. It was becoming increasingly frustrating since the killer wasn’t rushing, wasn’t speeding up. They were still as meticulous as before. And right on schedule, a new body was discovered. Same markings as before, handcuffs on the wrists, and a quite gruesome death. 

“Still no fingerprints?”  

Garcia sighed and nodded. “Nothing.”

“I just don’t get how someone can be so meticulous, and stick to a schedule, and then….do something like that to a person.”

Spencer sighed and looked at the map Garcia had updated for him. “At least we have a slight geological profile. He’s picking houses all over DC, but then dumping the bodies in West End and Kalorama.”

Spencer pointed to the map. “He’s literally forming a route. Look. The bodies are placed almost like a trail. This newest body just connects the rest.” 

“He’s gearing up to someone. And whoever it is probably lives and works….” Spencer looked over at Garcia. 

Garcia’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh no. No no no no.” 

“What?” Emily looked between the two before looking over at Derek. 

“Spit it out baby girl, what’s going on.” 

“Uh…Y/n’s firm is in the West End, and she lives like a ten minute walk away in Kalorama…” She whispered. 

The whole team shifted their gaze to Spencer, who was frantically looking at all of the information over and over on the board, trying to find anything. 

“Just because she hasn’t texted you doesn;’t mean that she is the next victim of our killer guys, I mean come on. What are the odds of that.” Derek tried to talk Spencer out of whatever he had just induced for himself. 

Spencer shook his head and turned towards the team. “Who always has a strict schedule that they have to follow, even if it’s against their wishes. Court-mandated.” 

Derek was stunned into silence at the fact that Reid didn’t even bother giving him a pity statistic. 

Hotch spoke up. “She’s a lawyer right?” 

Spencer nodded. The team was not following where they were going with this. 

“Have any of her clients, or opposing councils given her grief recently? That you know of?” 

Spencer was about to shake his head but then remembered what you had told him last night. “S-She has this, uh, client, that doesn’t like the schedule he was ordered to by the court. And hasn’t left her alone now...for weeks…blowing up her phone…she told me about him last night, complaining that he hasn’t stopped calling her work phone and somehow even got her personal number…” 

“So you talked to her last night.” Derek crossed his arms. 

“She texted me saying she made it home b-because she fell asleep at her office and walked home…at two in the morning...” 

Hotch nodded and stood up. “We’re going to head down to the main station, and bring all new information with us. Clear?”

“I already sent it over to them electronically sir.” Garcia piped up. 

Hotch nodded. Everyone exited the room, but Hotch and Reid stayed back. When the last person had left, Hotch closed the door and looked at Reid. 

“I’m not going to tell you to sit this out. I know you, and I’d rather have you focused on the task at hand with us than trying to do your own investigating.You have emotional stakes in this Reid. And you know how that clouds judgment. Every single decision you make, you run by me. Clear?” 

Reid set his jaw and exhaled, but agreed to Hotch’s request. There would be more room for arguing when you were found safe and sound. 

Reid’s silence continued throughout the next twenty minutes and then in the car on the way to the station as well. Every single one of the agents could tell this case was going to be a lot more painful than initially believed. 

And Spencer was freaking the fuck out. All he could do was sit and stare out the window as the building passed, a sinking feeling in his gut that wherever you were, it wasn’t pretty. He just didn’t understand how he failed to miss the literal trail of bodies the killer had been leaving for you. Literal warning signs in front of you. And he let you walk home alone last night. 

It was his fault. He should have known better. 

Spencer had just found you again—he couldn’t stand to lose you a second time. 

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[dragon-watcher03]

I am a simple woman with simple tastes.

All I want is that when my crush rejects me, Kung Lao, Bi-han and Smoke are there to comfort me and to tell me 'if he doesn't want you, then I'll keep you'

(and yes, this is a request for some headcannons, please 🙏 and thank you 🥰)

Damn, aight then. (sorry it took me so long to answer this-)

Mk1 x Reader who got rejected

Ft: Kung Lao, Sub-Zero, Smoke

Note: I have been suffering from writer's block recently so for those who sent me requests, it might take a while for them to be answered.

Kung Lao

Bro was flabbergasted. Like the "what kind of idiot would reject you?" kinda flabbergasted.

He tells you they didn't deserve you anyway, and that you deserved someone who would dedicate all their time to you and love you with every fiber of their body, like him.

He thinks he's far more deserving of you than that douch who had the balls to reject a wonderful person like you. And deep down, he's happy they rejected you so now he can have you all to himself.

But he knows you're not in the right mindset to make that decision right now. Right now, he needs to reassure you that they didn't deserve you and you deserve someone better.

He'd wait a few weeks at most before confessing to you, he thinks that's the right amount of time to wait.

And when you accept his feelings he's extremely happy that you finally got over that person.

Now, whenever he sees them in public, he wraps his arm around you and smirks like he's showing them what they just lost.

Sub-Zero

He honestly wasn't surprised, no weakling like them could handle a beautiful, kind, caring, hard-working person like you. He doesn't tell you that though, he just stands there awkwardly as you rant to him about how they rejected you.

He's also a little happy they rejected you, so now you can realize your worth and see that you deserve better. He's not very emotional when you tell him, he's very good at hiding them.

He might pat your back to try and comfort you but overall he isn't really good at this kinda stuff. No one usually comes to him for comfort and they don't teach them how to do it in the Lin Kuei, so he just listens to you talk, and sometimes he'll pat your back or shoulder, but that's about it.

He probably waits a few months until he confesses to you, and he does it over a letter because he's too shy to say it to your face.

And when you accept his feelings, he lets out a sigh of relief and for the first time, he'll smile at you softly.

When he sees your ex-crush in public, he'll give them a death glare and grab your hip with one hand.

Smoke

He'd be very understanding and supportive when you come to him.

He offers you a cup of tea and sits you down and tells you to let it all out. So you do. And he listens to every word intently.

But deep down, he's celebrating over the fact that he still has a chance with you. But he'll never share this with anyone. Ever.

He's rubbing your back with one hand and will offer you a hug that lasts quite a long time, saying that it isn't your fault and you should focus on yourself for the time being.

He'd probably also wait a couple months before confessing to you, but he'd be spending those months with you as you work on yourself.

And when you do accept his confession, he's ecstatic and relieved. He's a very touchy lover, especially when around your ex-crush. He won't stare at them but he will make sure they know what they lost.

[aritsukemo]

Heyyy! I hope the requests are open and im not putting too much work on your shoulders...

Anyways, this is my first ever time requesting... ANYTHING at all so i hope this is a not-so-hard or something that i shouldn't request (if not or you just don't feel like doing this request do NOT respond/do this request. I don't want to cause you burnouts or anything...)

Okay.. so...

May i request OMORI main gang x reader (all separate ofc) how long did it take for them to get comfortable around their s/o fully and how do they act in the developed relationship?

Thank you for your time! ^^

How long would it take the Omori Gang to become comfortable with their s/o? Well..

( @weed-stoner )

Warnings: Spoilers ahead! ( Implied in others and blatantly stated in Aubrey's part )

A/N: I AM SOOOOO INCREDIBLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I started this shortly after you requested it but then things happened and I had a little dry spout with Omori and forgot about it completely. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this! ( And again, I am SOOO sorry, love! 😅)

I'd say, based on their level of openness, the ranking of how quickly they'd become comfortable with their significant other would look something like this..

Kel

Mari

Hero

Aubrey

Sunny

Basil

And here's why..

Kel is the type of person who can vibe with anyone as long as they aren't a horrible person. ( Or act like Mikhael. Even then there's a chance. )

I'd say give it maybe a couple weeks? He's never been in any kind of relationship like this one so he may act a little different than usual for a while. Once that's over though, he's pretty much the same eager ball of sunshine! He'll always want to nag them to come out and enjoy the world with him and will do everything in his power to be around them! After all, it's way more fun hanging with them than being at home..

Now this can be up for debate, but I think Mari wouldn't take long at all to grow comfortable with her significant other. In her opinion, communication and trust are key parts to any lasting relationship so she doesn't mind coming to you when she's a little bothered by things. ( Which happens more times than one may think )

I see her taking maybe around a few months ( like three to four ) before completely letting the person in. It's nothing personal, she just wants to gauge their personality and see whether or not this relationship will be able to last.

Now, Mari doesn't act much different when she's comfortable with people. Subtle things do change though. For example, her smile seems more relaxed and she gets less upset when making mistakes around that person. Their presence soothes her and as a result, she's less uptight around them.

For Hero, it really depends on when he got into the relationship. If it was before his relationship with Mari, which is not likely, he's not that much different to Kel. He'll spend a lot time with the person and pretty much tell them anything and everything. If it's after his relationship with Mari, which is more likely, it'll be much different.

You see, Hero has experienced heartbreak in one of the worst possible ways and it'll take time for him to heal. That being said, I really don't see him dating anyone until that happens, but let's say that he does. Realistically, it take quite some time which can vary from a few months to a year to way longer than that.

Now, Hero is still Hero so he'll treat whoever he dates with the kindness and respect that they deserve and will do everything he can to make sure they're happy and healthy, ( both physically and mentally ) however when it comes to verbalizing his own emotions, that's where we hit a nail. Whoever he dates would have to be very patient with him otherwise it may cause him to put even more walls up.

When he's finally comfortable around them, it'll show. He'll start telling them things he wouldn't before and'll even rant to them about his problems occasionally. He'll be way more open with his partner and'll be just a tad bit ( a lot ) more clingy than he used to.

Aubrey is a rather tough cookie. Ever since Mari died and everyone distanced themselves, forcing her to cope with everything alone, she has never truly let her walls down in front of others. And, if someone attempted to break down those walls, she'll grow defensive and even violent towards that person.

How long it would take Aubrey to even be comfortable enough to date someone really depends on the personality. Like, I see her letting her guard down quicker if the person is more kind and patient with her like Mari rather than someone's who's short-tempered or rough around the edges like her.

When Aubrey is comfortable around her significant other, she'll be less afraid to tell them how she feels. She'll vent to them, but because of that, she'll be more shy towards them. Aubrey'll also hold that person in higher regard than others and'll hold them close to her heart. When they scold her, she actually listens and tries to do better. If they're upset, she'll be the first to notice and'll be there to listen to them rant/help them out in any possible way. And, she'll always try to make sure that her little fights and other violent affairs never mesh and disturb the person's daily life. In a way, she sees this relationship as a way to pay them back for putting up with her for so long so she'd pretty much do anything for that person.

Sunny's next and oh boy..

I honestly don't see him indulging in any kind of romance with anyone unless him and that person were like childhood friends—I'm talkin' never leaving each other's side, seen everywhere together type of close childhood friend with someone—and even then, it's hard to imagine post-traumatized him feeling comfortable around anyone besides his former friends, let alone a relationship. But for the sake of this, let's say he does..

I can't put a time limit on how long it'll take him simply because I see it depending on which ending we're talking about. Obviously if we're talking about any of the bad endings, he's pretty much a lost dead cause. He's not going to make any attempt to open up to them and no matter how much they may try, there will always be distance between them. Now, if we're talking about good ending Sunny, the person actually has a chance.

There will be a lot of trial and error simply because Sunny's used to keeping things bottled up. He's not used to being upfront and truthful and he's only used to running away and not facing his problems. That being said, I see the process quickening a bit if the person he's dating is super gentle and patient with him. If they just gave him time, and a tiny push here and there, he'll come around. And when he does, he'd be stuck to them like glue.

I feel like he'd make it known with his body when he's truly comfortable around his partner. Whether his shoulders noticeably slump in their presence or maybe he lets his guard down enough to hold you or lean on you. Just something that'll let the person know that he feels truly safe around them! I see him being sorta touch-hungry and expressing it once he's comfortable with that person by giving them a bunch of hugs and cuddles and such.

And hey, maybe he'll even talk! ( Nah I'm playing BAHAHA- )

Finally, we have our sweet boy Basil. The gardening genius that carries a ginormous bouquet of trauma wherever he goes..

It's easy to say that whether the person was his friend prior to the incident or not, it'll take forever for Basil to truly feel comfortable around them.

If they were his friend prior to the incident, well, it all really depends. Was he close ( closer than he was with the others ) with them before the incident occurred? Did they distance themself from the group like everyone else? Did they stick to him and never let him go? Depending on what the person does all depends on how long it'll take. To me, I definitely feel like Basil would spill everything eventually if the person decided to stick with him when everyone grew apart and, as a result, would become sort of this unhealthy lifeline to Basil. Since they'd be the one he confides in about everything, it would grow to the point that they'd be the one thing keeping him together. He'd be at their mercy, and in a way, they'd be at his and nothing would really change until probably after the truth comes out ( if it were to come out ) and Basil got the proper help he needs.

If they weren't his friend before the incident, good luck. They'd be lucky enough to even get a full conversation from him, much less get him to be their friend and harbor any kind of romantic feelings for them. But let's say that is the case. Let's say that through some stroke of luck they managed to befriend Basil and eventually end up in a relationship with him. The person is going to have to put up with a lot. Basil is a very sensitive person and all it takes is one bad interaction for him to completely shut them out. They'd have to tread very lightly ( but not too lightly; if they don't try enough, the relationship's not getting anywhere ) or else they'll end up back at square one. I see this taking years ( specifically four or more ) and really, I only see him completely growing comfortable with the person after some extensive therapy.

When he's finally, fully comfortable with them, he'll be way more verbal and open. The fear of being rejected/judged would've been less apparent and slowly pushed to the back of his mind. Being with them for so long, ( and having gotten at least some bit of therapy since I literally don't see this happening otherwise ) he's grown to trust them to some extent. He's also grown to love rambling to them about whatever's on his mind. Whether that be about flowers or things much darker. I see him craving their touch and he wouldn't mind asking. ( But not too many times, he's still Basil after all ) I see those two spending so much time together that Polly would see them as an extension of the household. ( She'd fix them dinner every evening and would grow concerned if they didn't show up to get it and say hey to Basil. That's how much they'd be together. )

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To Be So Lonely

Our Story Masterlist Summary: How To Be So Lonely was made.

Warning: alcohol usage, talk about relationship, swearing

Harry didn’t understand how quickly things could change. He’s gone from feeling hopeful that things between him and YN were heading in the right direction, that there was a chance that they could work things out. But after their strained conversation last week over coffee at Beachwood, he started to lose hope. 

Noticing how down Harry had been and how lost he seemed, especially after he had written the song ‘Falling’ a few days ago at the studio, Sarah and Mitch had invited him over for some dinner with them. 

Sarah was in the kitchen prepping and cooking their dinner, and Mitch and Harry were lounging in the living room. 

“Still haven’t heard anything from YN?”. Mitch asked, knowing how much this was affecting his best mate.

Harry shook his head, as he started to play with the loose cotton string on his dark jeans. “I did speak to Louis the other day after we met up…and he said she’s having a lot of panic attacks at the moment.” Harry felt so useless, knowing he couldn’t help her any more. “They started after her Mum passed.” 

“It’s hard man.” Mitch sympathised, knowing it can’t be easy for YN either. Sarah had now joined them, sitting next to Mitch and naturally his hand found his way to her thigh. Harry feeling a tad a jealousy that he no longer had that type of relationship.

“I just don’t know why she thinks I’m interested in some other girl that Glenne was talking to the other day…I hate the media…they twist everything.” Harry frustratedly ranted, knowing how unfair it was that something so innocent had been made into him now getting close to another woman. 

“It would be boring if they didn’t twist it.” Sarah added to their conversation. “Plus I don’t think the headline ‘Harry’s wandering hands’ helped you there.”.

Harry scoffed “Wandering…I didn’t even speak to the girl…I was too busy talking Jeff’s ear off about YN.”.

The sound of Harry’s phone ringing filled the room, and as he took it from his pocket he was surprised to see Louis name. “It’s Louis.”.

He pressed the green button, accepting the call quickly. “Hey Lou…everything okay mate?”.

“Sorry to bother you lad…it’s YN-“. Louis voice sounded defeated, almost like he’d ran out of options and Harry was his last hope. 

“Is she okay?” Harry panicked, thinking something bad had happened.

“Yeh she’s fine…well she’s fookin’ wasted..and right now she’s lying on me floor just repeating your name.” Louis began to explain but soon YN’s voice could be heard faintly in the background.

“Harry…is that Harry?”. YN’s voice was slightly slurred.

“Do you want me to come over?” Harry asked, assuming that’s the reason Louis reached out to him. 

“Do you mind H?” Louis hated to bother Harry, knowing that their relationship wasn’t great right now, but he was his last hope.

“Course not…I’ll be there in five.” Harry began to stand and gather his jacket ready to drive to Louis house. 

After ending the call with Louis, Harry explained the situation to Mitch and Sarah and apologised for leaving so suddenly without having dinner. But Mitch and Sarah understood and just want YN and Harry to work things out. 

Harry was feeling nervous as he drove towards Louis house. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t know if YN really wanted him there or if it was a case of she was that intoxicated that she forgot that they weren’t even a couple anymore. 

Pulling up into Louis drive, Harry exited his car and jogged up the few steps as Louis opened the front door. “Come in man…I am really sorry to fookin’ bother you-“.

“Lou…it’s alright mate.” Harry interrupted him, not wanting him to think he minded coming over. He’s always want to be there when YN needed him. 

Louis walked Harry into his house, and showing him where YN was currently sprawled across his grey rug in the living room, attempting to sing ‘Somebody To Love’. 

“Can anybody find me somebody to love.” YN sung badly, and Harry could only assume that was down to the alcohol roaming her body right now. 

Usually Harry would laugh at YN in this mess because it would be entertaining, but it was clear to him that she had been drinking alone in the house and he felt guilty that it may have something to do with him. 

“Hey Kiddo…if you’re done murdering that song…do you think you can get up from the floor?”. Louis walked further into the room, Harry a few steps behind him. 

“Fook off…and leave me here to mope.”. YN slurs her words, as she childishly rolls on the rug beneath her. 

Harry remained silent, not wanting to aggravate the situation any further. “Well the reason your moping is standing right here so…please get your arse up from my fookin’ rug and talk to him.”. Louis wasn’t being nasty, just using his assertive voice. 

It was in that moment that YN noticed Harry standing next to her brother. “Hey bubs!” YN gave him a tipsy smile. 

“C’mon bab-“ Harry had almost let the pet name slip out after hearing YN openly call him ‘bubs. “C’mon, let’s get you up from the floor.” Harry held his hands out, hoping YN would comply. But Harry knew how stubborn she was. 

YN wore a cheeky smile, one that would appear whenever she was about to make a joke. “Did you just call me baby?”. 

“It slipped out.” Harry confessed, but still confused why YN was teasing him when she had referred to him as his nickname first. 

Just as quickly as YN teased, so her expression changed to a serious one, even her eyebrows frowned. “Don’t call me baby again!”. Harry was taken back, how someone’s mood could change so quickly. 

He looked to Louis for help, but he shrugged his shoulders. “This is what I’ve been dealing with since I came home…good luck lad…I’m off for a smoke.” Louis announced as he grabbed the packet of cigarettes and lighter from the side and closed the living room door behind him. 

Silence surrounded them for a short while, for a moment Harry wondered if YN had fallen asleep. But his question was answered when she stood up from her position, swaying slightly and Harry quickly stopped her from hitting the coffee table in front of her. “Hey! Friends don’t touch each other…remember you just want to be friends!” YN snapped. 

“YN…I never said I wanted us to be just friends”. Harry bit back, frustrated at all the assumptions she was creating recently. 

YN had now made herself comfortable on the grey L shaped sofa. Harry following and sat down on the opposite side, choosing to keep a safe distance. 

“Do you still love me?” YN asked quietly, in between her tipsy hiccups. 

Harry snapped his head up to look at her. How could she think any different? “I’ve never stopped loving you.”. 

“It felt like it when you were on tour.” YN admitted and Harry wonders if this was the alcohol talking. 

“I did act like a dickhead, I won’t deny that.” Harry couldn’t disagree, when he was on tour, he prioritised everything before his relationship.

“Hmm my words would be arrogant son of a bitch.” YN’s words stung, but Harry took it well.

“M’sorry!” Harry apologised. “I know it’s probably too late but I am.”.

When YN didn’t respond, Harry wondered if he should leave. Since he first arrived, she seemed to have sobered up a little, she was still hiccuping but she wasn’t slurring her words as much as she was when he first arrived. 

“I think I’m gonna leave.” Harry stood from his seat, about to walk towards the living room door. But he stopped in his tracks at YN’s words. 

“Please don’t leave me.” YN pleaded, Harry turned to look at her, tears were forming in her eyes. “I-I..don’t wanna b-be alone.”.

At the sign of weakness, Harry ran to her side. “Hey…it’s okay I’m here.”. Harry pulled her body closer to his, his arm wrapping around her and YN was quick to hold him tight. “You’re never alone.”.

“It’s so hard going home and being lonely.” Harry’s heart broke there and then. He hadn’t been back to their London home since they split. But he could only imagine how that must feel, walking into a house you once shared to find it dark and empty. 

“M’sorry.” Harry left a soft peck to YN’s head. He was reluctant to ask but needed to know. “Is that why you’ve been having panic attacks?”. YN didn’t speak, just nodded her head. Harry held her tighter and ran his fingers through her hair.

After a while, Louis gently opened the door to find the reason it was so quiet in the house. YN was half lying on Harry, her leg over his and her tucked under his neck. He was glad to see that YN was back with her safe place. 

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It had been a few days since Harry was at Louis house. When Harry and YN woke the next morning, they were still snuggled up in each others arms but neither of them made an effort to move. 

They had made breakfast together, but bath didn’t bring up the antics of the previous night. Silently telling each other that they needed to move forward. Harry had left before Louis had woken that morning, purposely because he didn’t want to give him the wrong impression that something more had happened between him and YN. 

Harry had a studio session today with Mitch, Tyler and Kid. Mitch didn’t question Harry on what happened after he left their house that night. That’s one of the reasons Harry loved him so much, he was a good friend, he was a good listener but he never probed for information. 

As Harry entered the studio, Mitch was already playing something on a new instrument in his hand. “Mitch…what’s that?”. 

“It’s a Ukulele.” Mitch continued to strum on what Harry could see was a smaller version of a guitar. “I’ve got this melody that I just can’t see to stop playing.”.

“Show me.” Harry instructed as he took a seat on the stool, opposite his guitarist, folding his arms over his chest in concentration. 

The minute Mitch began to play, Harry loved it. It had a unique sound and he instantly knew he needed to use it for a song. Harry signalled Mitch to keep playing, a rush of creativity coming over him. 

Don't blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don't blame the drunk calling Wasn't ready for it all

Harry reflected on how young he and YN had fallen in love. They were young and innocent and had no idea what life was going to throw at them. The drunk calling referring back to the night a few days ago, it wasn’t Louis fault, he just didn’t what to do with his paralytic sister. 

You can't blame me, darling Not even a little bit I was away And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry

Thinking back to their conversation, Harry could resist using YN’s directness of calling him out on his shitty behaviour when he was on tour and confidently calling him an arrogant son of a bitch. 

Don't call me baby again You got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends I know you mean it Don't call me baby again It's hard for me to go home Be so lonely

YN’s words about her feeling alone and lonely will always haunt him. No matter what, nobody should have to feel like that. 

I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? 'Cause I miss the shape of your lips You'll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I'm sorry

Harry has always been a jealous lover and looking at all the happy couples around him only proves that. But it was true, he missed her, he missed everything about her and this was his way of saying “I’m sorry.”

As Harry finished, he and Mitch a look. “We make a good team!”.

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi! Could I maybe request a one-shot about about an autistic reader who’s been asked out as a joke a lot, so when Terzo genuinely asks they assume he’s doing it to be a jerk?

Hopefully you enjoy this one…apologies if anything isn’t exactly correct! -Death

Terzo Asking Out Autistic GN!Reader

You had heard quite a lot about the infamous third Emeritus son. He was charming, kind, flirtatious…some less kind words as well.

Though you weren’t bothered much by the rumours about people the other siblings wanted to date. At this point you pretty much decided you didn’t need romance due to how that often panned out in the past.

People thought it was funny to bet their friends to ask out the “weird kid”. Standing you up on dates all because it was a cruel joke to them. To them you couldn’t possibly feel anything.

Not since an asshole of a teacher outed you as being autistic. Stereotypes defining you to your peers despite it being a spectrum. The higher functioning end of the spectrum was where you were classified, though you did have some sensory issues surrounding the fluorescent lights in the classrooms and certain textures.

A substitute had outed your condition, asking in a very fake whisper about it. Which started the mockery and years of teasing. Years of your emotions being played with until you just gave up on the idea of anyone seriously asking you out.

Even after joining the ministry, romance wasn’t something you actively sought out. Fearing the same fate as in your younger years.

Though your eye was drawn to Terzo Emeritus.

The anti pope was flamboyant, charming, charismatic and…very attractive. Half the congregation was attracted to them. Wanting nothing more than to win his eye. To be his.

You kept to the background. There was always a chance you would simply get hurt again by an uncaring soul. Working quietly in the library among the shelves.

Not noticing the curious eyes following you in the hallways, the longing glances after you as you exited black mass. One green, one white eye filled with the desire to find you and talk to you. Terzo determined to get to know the stunning sibling which he never saw much of.

Which lead to them appearing in the library one day, paintless. Wearing nothing but a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a tight tank top carrying a stack of books. Placing them on your desk carefully and offering a gentle smile.

“Excuse me, sibling. Would you mind helping me put these away?”

You blinked a few times at the request but nodded, grabbing an empty cart. Not recognizing the man before you right away.

“Sure, split the pile in half so we don’t lose any.”

You instructed calmly, watching him move the books carefully. Grabbing a few cards you had made to help you find certain sections that were harder to distinguish. The man getting behind the cart to push it as you began walking.

The conversation between you both was mostly about the choices of books the man brought you. Though when you finally looked at his face you took note of the mismatched eyes.

Mid-rant about one of your special interests no less.

“O-Oh my Satan, I am so sorry Papa-!”

Terzo just smiled warmly at you as they shook their head to stop the apologies. Continuing to walk to the nest section.

“No need for apologies…I quite enjoy how much knowledge you have on the subject. I would love to hear more over dinner sometime soon.”

That particular phrase made you freeze in place, heart racing as you processed the request. The library suddenly felt far too small as you backed away. Terzo taking notice of your reaction and growing concerned.

“Sib-“

“I-I’m sorry Papa…but I just can’t do this again.”

You explained shakily before running from him. The satanic anti pope calling after you with wide eyes. Not that you bothered responding as you rushed away in tears of frustrated disbelief.

He would never seriously ask you out. No one would. No matter how kind or attentive he seemed listening to you before…

No one seriously asked you out.

After a few hours of hiding alone in your room, getting your emotions back under control, and wallowing in self pity you finally decided to walk through the gardens to clear your head. Going to a spot Primo showed you for when the world seemed like far too much.

An isolated fountain in a lonely corner. The sound of the water trickling down the intricate artwork calming your mind during smaller moments of overwhelming circumstances.

Though you froze seeing Terzo sitting there; painted up and staring into the water. Perking up once he saw you.

“There you are…I’ve been looking for you.”

They frowned as they noticed your red eyes, reaching out to offer a hug.

“Sit, tell me what or who has made you cry…”

You sniffled softly, debating taking the offer.

“Would you even care…? Is this all some trick just so you can hurt me too?”

His face softened as he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you to his chest. Their hand softly rubbing up and down your back with a tender whisper.

“I don’t care if you are different than other people…I know the pain of being mocked and ridiculed for something you cannot help. I would never toy with your heart like that…”

The sincere words made quiet sobs escape you as you hid in his chest. Their arms wrapped tightly around you as he offered the comfort you never thought you’d get.

It was no shock that you decided to go out with him after all.

~

Written by Death.

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[double-0h-no]

Full Disclosure

This is my prompt fill for "kept secret" from the whump table, and 777 from the word count table, my personal nemesis this week.

Boy this was a bother. I don't know how the rest does it, landing on an exact word count, especially one below 1k. If brevity truly is the soul of wit, there's bad news for me. Huge thanks to @l219tj for supporting me so much, I don't think this would have gotten anywhere if you hadn't let me rant at you for lines on end. I hope you enjoy some domestic angst and finally some 00Q from my side.

CW this time around for vague discussions of medical issues, just to be on the safe side.

on ao3

A letter Q couldn't wait to open until he really was alone with no chance of James coming in starts a conversation Q would have wanted to avoid altogether.

"And you didn't think it prudent to tell me?"

Q didn't dare to meet James' eyes, so instead his gaze rested on the opened letter on their dining table.

"Do you know what I'd been telling myself these last weeks?", James went on. "I was so convinced you were either cheating on me, or selling off some blueprints, or following a lead on your own because M had told you to drop it, and a hundred more things, and at the same time I knew you wouldn't.

"Because I bloody know you, and you've never... You wouldn't do that to me."

And now he had, and there was no taking it back. Q knew he should have handled it better, knew that it was the one thing not to do with James. Keeping secrets. He swallowed harshly, but set his jaw.

"Did you really think you'd get away with it? Not telling me?"

And that rubbed Q the wrong way. "Get away with - James, I wasn't trying to - Of course I would have told you! If there was something to tell. But according to this letter," he grabbed it and held it up, "there isn't."

"Q, this is a gene test. I happen to know that this is one of the last resorts any doctor takes. They will take three MRIs before they do that. So for how long has this been going on?"

"Going - You make it sound like did have an affair!"

"Well, you do have an ex in Medical," James said dryly, and Q slammed the letter back down on the table.

"Are you serious right now?! I've been to - I don't even know any more how many appointments, and how many different specialists, and you seriously wanna call names now?!"

"And how am I supposed to know that?!" James matched his volume. "How am I supposed to know to how many specialists you've been?! I don't even know why you had a need to see them!"

"Well, good thing those tests came back negative, then, because it really can't be all that serious!"

James threw his hands in the air and started pacing. "Yes, just spiffing, because what I'm so concerned about right now is what the doctors say, or that you haven't told me!"

"What is your problem, then?!" A sudden movement followed by a loud clonk made Q realize that this time, he had shouted - and spooked Velma, who'd dashed to the safety of the cat tree. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Truth be told, he was beyond relieved that the test had come back negative, and all he wanted to do was cry with relief and ride out the endorphins, but now he was here, stuck in a fight with James because - well, because he'd fucked up.

"I'm sorry, James, I..." He took another deep breath. "When this first started, you were on a mission, and by the time you'd returned, Medical had jumped the first scare on me, and I... I both didn't want it to be true, and I didn't want you to worry for nothing. And it looks like it truly is nothing." When James didn't answer for several seconds, Q looked back up at him, but couldn't read the expression at all.

"I don't care about that right now, I -" James interrupted himself again and stared at him in utter disbelief. "How hard is it for you to believe that I might be worried about you?"

"Worried? James, those results are negative, there's no-"

"Is it gone?", James cut him off. "Whatever made you go to Medical in the first place. All those tests came back negative and we know that all that means is that Medical hasn't found a cause, not that you are alright. Because unless you are, yes, I am bloody worried."

Of course he wasn't. The test result had felt like a victory, as if this declared him healthy and all evil would fall away. But James was right. This only meant he still didn't know the cause.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Both for not telling you, and for snapping."

To his surprise, James snorted. "How often have I tried to hide an injury from you? I'm rather sure it was Bates who told you about the knee surgery. I'm still angry about this, but darling, it's... not the number one priority here. So. Do you want to tell me what's been going on?"

Q sighed, pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes and gestured vaguely at the sofa. "Alright. Let's sit down, I'll fetch some tea, and I'll tell you the whole story from the start."

[melodygatesauthor]

Melody

Since I've had a rough week, can I ask for some fluff to warm my heart and calm my mind?

Marc Spector + 23 “Thank you for choosing me”, please💕

And happy upcoming birthday again!🌷

The Agreement

Marc Spector X gn!Reader

Anna this is so sweet. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this out but I hope your week got better even without this drabble 💙 Soft Marc is such a baby boi. - I also didn't get the chance to use the prompt itself in the fic, but it has the overall vibe of that line so hope you like it! Hahaha.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, comfort fic, soft Marc, fluff, just a nice little drabble to make you smile, might hit you in the feels, mentions of sex but no actual sex.

Word Count: 532

You’d had a rough day, that much was apparent when you walked through the door. Marc froze, he knew that look. It meant one of two things. You either needed Steven to comfort you and watch your favorite movies, or you needed Jake to fuck you until your brain was mush. Either way, Marc wasn’t your go to guy.

His brow furrowed as you waved and said, hey, and made your way to the kitchen. He’d been looking forward to seeing you, and spending the evening with you, but when you were upset, he knew he wasn’t the one you needed.

Like riding a bike, the boys all fell into place, Steven fronting, Marc in the headspace where he would stay for the evening, and Jake waiting for his moment if you needed him instead of Steven.

You knew it was Steven when he came over behind you and kissed your cheek. You turned around and he was smiling at you, but you sensed something burning just under the surface. His eyebrows always gave him away.

“What?” You asked, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “This is Marc’s coat, did he front today?”

“He was fronting, yeah, but then he saw you were having a rough day so…here I am.” Steven let out a nervous chuckle and leaned in for a kiss.

You put a finger up, stopping him, “I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Oh well…”

Pendejo, this is something we just do, we don’t need to tell them about it. Jake said in a gruff tone that made Steven nervous.

“Do you guys have some sort of agreement? Steven?” He would always be honest with you.

“No.” He pressed his lips together tightly.

“Steven Grant, don’t you start lying to me now.”

He changed, his expression went from sorry to a harsh scowl. Marc.

“You don’t expect us to think that we don’t have you pinned after a bad day, right? You have a bad day, Steven comforts you, Jake gives you what you need…physically. You don’t need me.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“Marc.” You put a hand on his arm. “You’re being stupid.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“No I mean…Marc…” you touched his cheek and brought his gaze back to yours. “Yes it’s nice what they do for me, but I need you too. I was always wondering why I don’t have you there to rant about idiots with when I’m mad or someone to laugh with me when I bitch about my shitty boss.”

He shook his head in confusion, “you like complaining?”

You laughed, “yeah sometimes! It’s nice to have someone to talk shit with. The other two are great but, I don’t get to vent the way I do with you. Steven just tells me it will be alright and makes me tea and watches tv with me and Jake just…well you know.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Those things are both really great, but sometimes I just need something else.”

“So…you do need me? Even when you’ve had a bad day?” He raised an eyebrow before finally lowering his arms. “Sometimes I especially need you.”

Celebration Masterlist

[theshiftingwitch]

Shadow work for beginners:

The easy way to dive in.

In my previous two posts, I explained what shadow work is and how you can use it to manifest your desires.

Now, I'm going to tell you how to use to as a complete beginner.

The first thing you must understand is that shadow work is not just journaling or talking about your issues. It is deeper than that.

Shadow work is patter recognition.

You're going about your day, and you see or hear something that sends you into a spiral on negative emotions, a bottomless pit of despair if you will.

You want to pull up your journal or your diary and rant all about that thing that happened. Cool. Do that. But don't stop there.

In order to stop repeating the cycle, to break the loop, if you will, you must find out what about that event that triggered you in the first place.

Because yes, you were triggered by it.

Was it a word? A tone? A memory? An action?

What made you have such a strong reaction?

Once you figure that out, look back to other times in which the same trigger happened, to when you had the same reaction.

One memory? Good.

Two memories? Great.

Three memories? Even better.

Four memories? I'm so sorry. You don't have to pull it all up, just identify the trigger.

Now you have a bank of information relating to similar events in your past.

That is pattern recognition.

Okay, now I know all of this. What the hell am I going to do with it?

Now is the hard part, because you see, I told you shadow work isn't just about journaling and ranting. But don't worry, you got this.

Once you identify your trigger, and you know the negative consequences it has on your mental health and emotional wellbeing, you nip it in the bud.

You have to set firm boundaries.

Whether with yourself or with other people, your goal is to minimise the chances of being in a situation that would light up that trigger again.

Someone said something you didn't like, an ongoing joke at your expense? You make it clear that you will not tolerate that anymore and that if they insist on doing it again you will be cutting them out.

The trick here, is to go through with the threat if your boundaries are crossed.

Someone took advantage of your time or energy and you felt used or disrespected? Make it clear you will not be used for free labor again, and go through with whatever ultimatum you give.

You have to keep your promises to yourself and other people.

You also have to remove yourself from any and all toxic environments.

Have you ever heard the saying "you can't heal in the same environment that made you sick in the first place"?

Yeah, you have to prioritise your wellbeing, and if that meant leaving behind a toxic environment, then so be it.

I recognise this might not be easy from the get go, but it is something to consider. With strong boundaries and the ability to prioritise yourself, leaving, in time, will be easy.

So, let's recap:

Shadow work for beginners is the recognition of patterns that trigger you. Find out what or who is causing you emotional trauma, identify the trigger, set strong boundaries, and if all fails, leave.

I hope this was helpful, and if you need something more substantial to star with, I have a shadow work book for beginners with easy prompts to get you started.

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I am so floored by the response! It is absolutely so fun that y’all want to read my silly stories! This is a relatively short update but I am working on the rest! Hoping to post the full story by Valentine’s and I might also post an AO3 link at some point if anyone would like that I Part One I Part Two I Also on AO3!

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Chrissy and Eddie had been taking bets about what type of business was opening up across the way. Eddie’s guesses had run the gamut from hipster coffee shop to hipster hairdresser to hipster high-end taxidermy while Chrissy had more or less stuck with her original guess of a speakeasy style bar. Eddie was starting to close up shop for the day when some guy in an honest-to-god sweater vest and jeans ran over.

“It’s too late to place any orders today. Sorry if you need to apologize to your wife and 2.5 kids and forgot until the last minute.” Eddie had to admit the guy was pretty infuriatingly handsome. If you were in to normie core, that is.

“What? I’m not- okay, uhm. I’m actually here because I just rented the place across the way and I wanted to ask about setting up a recurring weekly arrangement?” Steve asked.

“What?” Eddie yelled over Judas Priest.

“It’s a wonder you can ever hear anything over all this noise.” Steve gestured towards the speaker.

Chrissy had overheard the exchange from the backroom and cut Eddie off before he could start ranting about real music, “Yes, we are interested in setting up a recurring weekly bouquet arrangement for our new neighbors, Eddie.” 

Chrissy turned back around to lower the speaker's volume and pulled Eddie and Steve into the shop and onto stools by the workbench Eddie uses for arranging. Eddie glared at her but they’d just lost one of their regular accounts to some online service that was apparently way cheaper than what De Lucas’ could offer.

“Sure. What were you thinking, dude?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Just something nice for our front desk. Not too big and maybe nothing that people are commonly allergic to? But I’ve seen the arrangements you load up for delivery and I trust your eye. I’m not a live flower expert.”

“Of course, big boy.” Eddie noticed Steve flush a little bit at the pet name. Eddie reached behind Steve to grab one of the flyers Chrissy had made for company floral services. He purposely invaded Steve’s space a little more than necessary just to see if he could get the guy to flush a little deeper.

“Uhm, thanks, man. I’ll get out of your hair since it’s late. Sorry.”

“I’ve got time for you now if you want to talk through anything,” Eddie couldn’t resist biting his lip a little bit. Steve was apparently very easy to ruffle and Eddie sure did love antagonizing his hipster neighbor. “Tell me a little bit about your place?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a tattoo studio? Just me and my friend’s helping run the, like, business part of it.” Steve responded

“You tattoo?”

“Yeah. Really fucking well actually,” Steve pushed back. It seemed like Eddie had hit a nerve.

“Shouldn’t you have like at least one tattoo?” Eddie’s brain to mouth filter had apparently stopped working. He shouldn’t be actively shitting on a potential customer.

“Who says I don’t?” Steve answered with a wink. It was Eddie’s turn to feel a little faint as his imagination took a little too much creative liberty thinking about where Steve’s tattoo might be.

Thankfully, Chrissy took the awkward silence as an opportunity to step in and work with Steve to confirm what level of floral arrangement he was looking for, how often he wanted a new arrangement, and if he wanted pick up or delivery.

“I can stop by and pick them up. Wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of adding me to your schedule since I’m just across the way. Any chance I could pick one up tomorrow around lunch time? My first client is coming at two.” Steve asked.

“Noon’s great, Steve!” Chrissy reached out to shake Steve’s hand while Eddie was still working on slowing his heart rate back to a reasonable rhythm.

“Amazing, thanks so much guys!” Steve called as he headed out of De Lucas’ and back across the street.

“Woah, Eddie. Truly a masterclass in both flirting and getting new clients. I should have taken notes,” Chrissy said once Steve had made it halfway into the road.

“Hey, fuck you.” 

“He speaks!” Chrissy patted Eddie’s head and added, “You’ll have to get better at interacting with him since you’ll be seeing each other once a week now.”

Eddie dramatically sighed and laid his upper body across the workbench, getting little pieces of flower refuse stuck in his hair.

“I’m so screwed.”

You wish, babe,” Chrissy cackled as she grabbed her bag and headed out for the day.

***

Part 4 now available here!

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I think I caught everyone! I seriously am so genuinely amazed by the reception! 

[gtraccoon]

honestly feeling angsty at work so

a g/t trope: /unwanted/, but not really (and the names im using are just some of my favorite ocs :))

Vivina sat with her legs crossed, head leaned up against Otto’s neck. She loved them, and they loved her—she knew that for a fact—but there is a problem. There’s always a problem with her.

Otto is a human. Vivina was a borrower. She says was, because she doesn’t really borrow anymore—and that eats her alive. There’s nothing in the world she hated more than being useless, not being able to give back—yet Otto feeds her, helps her get around, houses her, all for free. For nothing.

It’s fair—at 4 inches tall, there’s not much you can do to help your human, and yet here she is, praying and hoping and wishing, doing everything she can.

Otto was ranting on about something, probably the Military again. They’d wanted to join since they were young, but they couldn’t: they never told Vivina why, either. It’s not like it mattered, that’s what they said.

“Otto?” Vivina asked suddenly, interrupting them in the middle of a rant about the Navy. “Oh, sorry—“

“No worries. What’s up?” They talk so softly, clicking onto a new tab on their computer.

“Er, so, uh, you want to join the Navy, right?”

«Да.» (yes)

“Why don’t you?” She sat up a little straighter, and they just hummed.

Otto paused, tilting their own head slightly. “Oh, I dunno. I wouldn’t want to leave you here by yourself,” they replied, clicking a few words into the search bar. Some Russian stuff.

“…Otto, am I holding you back?” They stopped again, pulling their hand back from the computer and lifting Vivina off of their shoulder, holding her in cupped hands infront of them.

“Vi, you know you don’t. It’s just a personal decision. I’d rather be here with you.”

“Are you sure? God, I just…” She trailed off, and they waited. Fuck. They always waited, patient, gentle, careful. “I just don’t want to be a liability.”

They furrowed their brows, avoiding eye contact for a moment. “You are far from a liability.”

“But I don’t help you. I’m not even noticeable.”

They frowned. “Vi…”

“I can’t do anything. I just… I don’t know, I sit here, and I watch what you do. Why do you even love me?” She felt her head ache, forcing back tears. “You could be so much more. You could do so much more; you’ll always be more than me.”

“Physically, yes,” they muttered, hoping for their partner to stop degrading herself. “And you are small. But that’s fine—you are my whole world, and that makes you way more important than just your body. I cannot express to you enough how perfect you are, everything about you.” They smiled weakly. “You do help me. You just don’t know it.”

“I love you, but how do I help you. At all?” She took light notice of their partner’s Russian accent, which was slipping through a bit. It tended to happen when they spoke quickly.

“When you came to me I was nothing, you know. I didn’t have family to go back to. I couldn’t enlist because I wasn’t old enough; I couldn’t go back to school because I didn’t have any money. I didn’t think I deserved a chance—“ They paused, momentarily, before tightening their hold ever so slightly on their girlfriend. “—but here you are.”

She couldn’t help but smile. She hated being proven wrong, but yet when it came from Otto it just… it was okay.

“Thanks.”

“If anything, I should be thanking you—you stay with me through everything.” Before she could reply, they continued, pressing their thumb softly against Vi’s side. “You are everything.”

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there r prolly some fucking spelling mistakes but i’m a lonely queer guy like i just need to write some romance ok 😞

[katz-chow]

blissful ignorance

synopsis: Grey's Anatomy is not a show that is praised for its medical accuracy. Although some cases are better than others, this show is just downright frustrating to the trained eyes. aka: 141 boys really appreciate their Doc and love to entertain their many rants.

warnings: sfw but nsfw jokes, fluff, platonic reader but they're close with Gaz & Soap, Grey's Anatomy, medical gore(?)

a/n: i genuinely hate Grey's Anatomy so much, I too, have not watched a single episode. Sorry for those who love this show, but I just can't watch it without being upset at its inaccuracies. So if I get any show things wrong, my bad guys.

Being a medic meant there was a lot of time in between saving 20 men and women in an hour to having nothing to do but count how many flushes you have in the storage room. But when the time hits, there's never enough of it.

But you managed, you always did, because being a head medic meant that you had to be 3 things; quick, efficient, and decisive. You were a master of these values and elements, which made you the best medical personnel this task force had ever seen. From being your field medic's eyes to managing medevacs when they land in your medical bay.

Today was different, however, because well...there was no one hurt. It was as if God had answered your prayers and given you the chance to clock out at 4 pm instead of 4 am.

Trudging over to the rec room, the boys were also left to their own devices for the rest of the night. Soap laid on the cracking leather couch with his feet up on the small wooden coffee table with Gaz on the floor by his feet, a plate of food in his hand. Price and Ghost were on their bets again as the foosball table shook underneath their intensity and focus for 50 bucks.

"What're you two watching?" You smiled as you sat down on the couch with them, propping your legs onto Soap's lap.

Gaz took a piece of a salty cracker and reached up behind him for you. You reach forwards and bite it out of his hand. "We're watching Grey's Anatomy, apparently it's the only thing on right now."

You scoffed as you chewed, throwing your head back onto the leather armrest. "Fucking hate this show, it's so damn stupid."

Soap's hand laid onto your leg as he rubbed it up and down in instinct. "C'mon Doc, it can't be that bad...I mean it's a medical show that's been going on longer than you've been alive probably."

You kicked him in his chest lightly, but enough to get your point across. "I've never watched a damn episode but I can tell you, no fucking intern can do surgery in any hospital! It's just wrong and very risky!"

On the tv, you can hear some of the main characters complain about how their colleagues are stitching wrong. At first, you started to focus on the stitching technique to nitpick but soon it dawned on you that these interns were stitching up their fellow intern's shoulder. You gasped and screamed, "Oh my god?! She did that on purpose?!"

"Sounds like something you'd do, Doc," Ghost's voice boomed over to the three of you as he slaps 50 bucks into Price's palm. Price snorts and pats him on the back as they leaned over the couch to watch with you.

You took offense to his comment and crossed your arms and huffed. "Not at all, I love my techs but I love me more. This is just weird..."

Price scoffed and stood up straight from his place on the backside of the couch. "You do you, Kiddo, but you do seem the type to do that."

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically, giving up on this show. "I had a good day today and this show ruined it! I mean come on, who in their right mind would let INTERNS perform life-threatening surgery on them?"

Price looked at Ghost, they shared a look, and both shook their heads as they went back to their competition. Gaz screamed as blood squirted out in a surgery scene and you hit him on the head to shut him up like a snooze button. "I don't even know what they hit, they probably killed that woman from holding a scalpel like that. Might as well use a switchblade and stab randomly at her."

Johnny stretched himself out and grunted as he draped his arms over the edge of the couch. "Go on, Bonnie, you tell them."

"I'm just saying, why doesn't she just get an actual surgeon?" You grumbled and screamed.

Gaz laid his head back and you rubbed his head. "It's late at night, but it's a big hospital and it's an emergency. It's not hard to find an on-call surgeon that can do a simple appendectomy instead of risking your life just because 'I like my friends.' Stupid, stupid girl!"

Soap giggles with a hand over his mouth as he sees your hand grip Gaz's head and tug it back in forth. Gaz's eyes filled with tears as the pain radiates through his head. "Doc, stop..." He says quietly.

"Yeah, Doc, take a chill pill," Soap laughs as Gaz grasps your wrist and peels your fingers from his skull.

You screamed out in frustration as the one thing that EVERYONE should know, is done wrong in a medical show: CPR. You jump from your seat and tackle Soap out of his spot as you tumble on the ground. Gaz leaps from his spot too and tries to break the two of you away from each other as it quickly turns into a sparring-roughhousing match. Ghost and Price turn over from their game of darts and sigh.

"Johnny, get off of them, by God!" Ghost grumbles as he throws a dart into the 25-ring. Price growled as he slides Ghost a 20.

The two of you stop and you pretend to have collapsed and died as you reach out to Ghost, "Ghost...just know..." you cough, "That I...I...left the oven on..." You flop over and die.

Johnny springs into action as Gaz fakes sobs over your passing, tears forming surprisingly quickly as you feel them fall on your cheek. "No, no! Doc, stay with me here!" Johnny puts his hands over your sternum and prepares to do really bad chest compressions on you. "Don't worry Doc, I saw this on Grey's Anatomy!"

"GET OFF ME YOU SHIT FUCKER!"

[boydepartment]

MY ONLY LOVE- Jake Sim x Reader: Ch. 5

description- y/n is an upcoming soloist in belift, she was previously in a disbanded group and the company decided to give her a chance. one day she runs into ex-boyfriend, jake sim, in the canteen. it was awkward and embarrassing and for weeks she tries to avoid him. you can’t avoid people forever though, especially when the company who gave her a chance tells her she has to fake date her ex boyfriend publicly.

genre- exes to lovers, fake dating, idol AU, romcom.

includes- enhypen, y/n (obviously), bahiyyih (kep1er), hikaru (kep1er), new jeans, different idol cameos (i.e probably mark lee, bangchan, etc)

WRITTEN CHAPTER- wc: 1.5k

warnings- the reader gets creeped on (nothing written it is just mentioned)

“FOLLOW UP MEETING!”

You sat there unaware of the events happening backstage. Meeting your fans was truly a blissful experience if there were more women in your crowd. You tried not to tense up anytime a man went to grab your hand or hand you a present. The only fansign you had previous to this was with your group, and safe to say, the fanbase was primarily women. This was a whole different field for you, your brain kept telling you not to be rude and just try your best to look happy with the compliments you were getting. All their eyes on you stressed you out. Around the end of the fansign your face hurt from trying to keep up your composure.

When you finally got backstage after waving to everyone you took a deep breath. You hated this. You hated the gross comments and perverted smiles the male fans gave you. You were thankful for the other people in the crowd who treated you like a human being, but it wasn’t a lot.

“Y/n!” You looked up and saw Bahiyyih running towards you. Soul not near her.

“What’s going on?” Your jaw slacked as she dragged you to another part of the building. Your confused eyes bouncing around the different area’s corridors. You swore you locked eyes with someone familiar.

Bahiyyih sat you down and started ranting and raving about Soul doing something. You just sat there, eyes welding up with tears. You finally got your solo career and yet, why does it feel this bad. Did your hard work really mean nothing? All your trials and tribulations led up to just being outright disrespected by people who were supposed to be your-

“Soul literally-“

“I am not Soul!” The voice said, your eyes looked up and locked with a very tall guy, his roots blond and the tips almost a black. You recognized him. He was from Enhypen, which meant-

“Y/n are you alright?” The guy knelt in front of you, Bahiyyih went to push him away from you but stopped when a couple tears fell from your eyes.

You blinked them back and looked down at your hand which was now automatically wiping your face, “I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Just then two more bodies came into the room…

Soul and Jake…

“Y/n!” Soul rushed over to you. Jake not far behind him.

“Did someone say something to you?” Bahiyyih asked, sitting down next to you. Riki pulled Jake and Soul to the side, telling them to give you space.

You swallowed hard and looked down, “I-“

Before you could speak your manager ran into the room, “what happened?”

“I was disrespected the whole time…” You blinked as if you couldn’t believe what the past tortious two hours involved, “there were barely any respectful male fans and I just had to sit there…” Your manager nodded, listening and kneeling in front of you. He held your hand and tried to calm you down.

“I will talk to people about this alright? We will figure it out…”

You stared down at your hands, your manager got up and said something to your friends and part of-

“Wait.” You looked up and really looked at Jake and Riki, “what are you two doing here?”

Your manager looked at you, “you know them?”

Soul chuckled lightly and Bahiyyih glared at him.

“You can say that, yeah. I’ve known that one a little longer than anyone here.” Your hand rose lightly to point at Jake in the softest way possible. You were always taught that pointing was rude. Jake looked at you silently, the only thing showing emotion was the fact he was blinking rapidly. Maybe you were just emotional at the moment, but it was comforting in a sense that he still had that habit. Your manager nodded before rushing out. Presumably to get a car ready for you to leave.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked and took a tissue from Bahiyyih.

“Soul invited us!” Riki said and put his arm around your friend. Soul only glared at him in an accusatory manner.

Jake was still looking at you, it was like he had something to say but didn’t know how to word it. For both of you, a million things could be said. But before either of you could say anything, you were swept away by staff as Jake just sat there looking at you.

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Right when you got back to the BeLift building, immediately you were called into a meeting. This scared you immensely. You just got this job, then had a mental breakdown after a fanmeet, everything about this was a recipe for disaster. You sat in the chair, waiting for your boss to talk to you. Your manager sat next to you and tried to keep calm as well. If you were out of a job, he was out of someone to manage. The room was tense, almost like they were cutting off the oxygen supply slowly and steadily.

When your boss sat down in front of you, he had a smile.

“It’s nice to see you again..!”

You forced a smile back, “very nice to see you too!”

He nodded and set down a folder in front of him, “I am going to cut right to the chase, if that is okay with you? I am busy and so are you.”

“Are you firing me?” You cringed at the thought, your manager tensing up too.

Your boss let out a small laugh, “nonono!” He sat up and looked at you, “I have a deal for you.” He stood up now and pulled up his laptop on the medium sized TV on the other side of the room.

“You see, we could kill two birds with one stone here! You have male fans that make you uncomfortable, no?”

You blinked slowly, “I-I do…”

“And our company has an issue with fans in general!” He pulled up a slide that showed various graphs and photos of tweets, trucks, statements, and more that you didn’t really have time to comprehend, “our idea is simple, you show that you have a public relationship with another idol in this section of the company and 1. Your male fans should lay off you, 2. The fans in general should start to lay off the fact their idols talk to other people.”

Your manager sat up, “so you want Y/n to fake date a random guy she doesn’t even know? You are putting her in a position where she is forced to be around a man she isn’t close with even when she had to sit through-“

“Ah no! You see, when you told us Y/n had friends to talk to after the fanmeet we found the perfect other candidate!” Your boss walked through the door and opened it, practically ushering someone in. You felt your heart stop when you saw it was Jake.

You had to fake date your ex-boyfriend.

“Jake?” You looked at him, he looked at you, almost frozen in place. You assumed they had already told him in a separate meeting. He was stiff when your boss sat him down next to you.

“The plan is, for you guys to go on little dates for a few months, we will let disbatch collect photos well as, sneaking them an insider tip to let them reveal your relationship by New Years.”

Your manager didn’t look too happy, “it’s September. You want them to fake date well into next year? This is immensely messed up, not just for them but also to their fans. This could be a disaster.”

“And if it isn’t a disaster, our boy groups won’t have to worry about not conversing with someone the opposite sex, and Y/n won’t have to deal with as many creepy male fans.” Your boss seemed sure of himself.

“I’ll do it.”

You looked over to Jake who had seemingly relaxed, his eyes focused on the PowerPoint, which now displayed photos of the protest trucks, and now things that were said about you from after the fanmeet. You didn’t want to read them, so you looked down.

“Y/n?” Your boss called up to you, you looked up and saw he was ushering a pen and paper, another contract. You read it over carefully, making sure it was everything he just went over. At the bottom of the page, you saw Jake had already signed it. When you looked over to him, he was looking at you, almost like the same way he did back when you were 16.

You grabbed the pen and signed it. If this is what protected you, and hopefully other people, then you might as well. How bad could this really be?

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a/n: i think i maybe made this chapter a little too intense for a romcom :( i really blame the minecraft music in the background! i couldn't help it! anyways, i really embarrassed myself in my online bio class so that's nice :( i also have a quiz tomorrow AND LITERALLY AN EXAM ON MONDAY! I FEEL SICK! i also have a doctors appointment tomorrow and i am really nervous. its for something that has been bothering me for the past couple years and i am just now getting looked at. so i am very scared, i will be okay though :0 i am posting this chapter the tomorrow morning so in the future lol. i hope tomorrow morning jayjay is feeling okay! anyways, remember to eat well today, i have been lacking in that department and need to get better at it.