#i will really do anything to avoid putting text on slides

[whentherewerebicycles]

baby is soooo active today lol he's like YEAH let's get this show on the road. i keep forgetting there's still a chance he might come early on his own too... my mom had three of her four kids at 38 weeks so who knows! maybe he'll arrive in two weeks on his own (i say, sweating).

okay... i got the day's small tasks done and so now it is just time to do the workshop slides. here is rough outline:

slide for intros

slides for opening discussion questions

slide that lists factors or qualities that make mentoring relationships challenging vs. factors that make mentoring relationships rewarding/energizing/joyful

slide that gives the core thesis of the workshop, which is something like: mentoring becomes easier, more rewarding, and more beneficial for both parties when mentors prioritize cultivating students' autonomy and giving their mentees true ownership over the work.

slide that has some kind of framing question on it... basically like, how do we do that? [here i'll talk about how most mentoring workshops and resources focus on the beginning of the mentoring relationship. they'll discuss things like mentoring contracts, or documents that lay out clear expectations for the mentor and mentee. these expectations often center on student autonomy: they might assert an expectation that students be self-directed learners who prepare for meetings in advance, communicate well, take initiative, reflect on their own learning, etc. all of that is great! it's good to name those things up front. but as mentors we have to provide students with the scaffolding and support to actually meet those expectations. we are often given fewer concrete tools and strategies for navigating the middle of the mentoring relationship, when the work is underway.]

slide explaining the purpose of this workshop: to give you some concrete strategies & structures you can use to cultivate students' autonomy within the mentoring relationship.

slide listing the strategies... I am thinking I might string them together to show how you can scaffold/integrate multiple strategies to promote student autonomy? so maybe the first string is process journals + micro-meetings + think-alouds, and the second string is maybe... informational interviews + structured peer feedback sessions + board of directors activity? or hmm a possible third string could be accountability structures + project plans + peer feedback structures? (first string is really focused on teaching students to be more reflective, to diagnose issues and identify patterns in their own work, to prepare for meetings and to learn how to identify next steps so that the faculty mentor doesn't have to bear the full cognitive load... etc. second string is focused on... idk... i have to think about this some more)

slide describing process journals (bullet points)

two slides with sample process journals

slide describing micro-meetings

slide with possible micro-meeting structure template

maybe a slide with actual example from student meeting notes?

slide describing think-alouds

slide with questions you can use to prompt a think-aloud

slide with short discussion prompts?

OK i think i will focus on generating those for now and then will think more about the second string... but let's say i did...

slide describing informational interviews

slide describing how to prep students for these... i think i had them do a workshop on cold email templates & on drafting and workshopping questions

slide describing structured peer feedback activities

slide giving an example of a structured peer feedback activity... basically a timed troika structure where three students rotate between describing a problem/challenge, asking clarifying questions, and discussing the original person's project while they listen and take notes

slide describing the "board of directors" activity one of my students came up with?? or the mentor network mindmap thing we did that one time??? idk gotta think about this one more

slide with a picture of her mentor network mindmap?? if i can find it??

slide explaining the purpose of these activities together? or this could go at the beginning... tbd... but basically the purpose is to intentionally expand the student's network and to help them develop a network of mentors (ranging from peers to other experts in the field) instead of relying wholly on their faculty mentor for answers or direction when they get stuck.

slide that restates the strategies with a discussion prompt underneath it... something like: which of these strategies resonated most with you? why? how might you adapt or extend it to make it work in your specific mentoring context? (we could take time to discuss with a partner, then come back together as a whole group to debrief)

slide with another discussion question: what are some mentoring challenges or frustrations you've encountered in your work that aren't addressed here? can we pool our knowledge/expertise as mentors to talk through some of these?

the end

[rinsnumber1fan]

MDNI 18+

When bllk men think you're cheating but you're really just reading smut. But when they catch you? You're cooked.

Featuring: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser + smut.

Itoshi Rin:

Rin has been watching you for a few days now. Giggling on your phone, thighs pressing together to avoid being caught wet, biting your lip, cheeks red and thousands of other signs.

But he played dumb for now.

Rin knew it was a man, it was his instincts, he called isagi once and asked him about it and isagi tried to be logical "Maybe she's not cheating. It could be anything just because she laughs---" blocked. How dare he not agree with rins opinion?

It got to a point that you would hide your phone behind your back everytime he'd enter the room. And if he spots your phone you flip it to the other side.

You were lying on rins apartment bed, it was a day off and rin had gone to practice so you had the room to yourself. A smug grin forms on your lips as you open ao3 whilst listening to music on Spotify. Your legs and thighs pressed close together as you scroll through the pages, reading through every little line: he grabs a chunk of your hair making you moan in pleasure, "fuck.. I didnt know you were into that."

You didn't even notice when Rin got home, he was standing right behind you his tall frame hovering over yours casting a shadow over you and you still didn't notice. He leans down glancing at your phone and his brows furrow in confusion, "bondage? What the fuck." He asked loudly enough and you screamed. You jumped back, pulling your headphones off and looking at him wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "Y-you-- why didn't you tell me you were home??" You paced and he scoffed, "what the hell are you reading?" He somehow snatches your phone from your hands and has you frozen in embarrassment. "No..." you murmured as you watched his eyes trail left and right over the text on your phone. "NOOO!! I-it opened on accident!! See I was watching a movie and uh it was a pop up ad!! So I clicked and it led me to this strange website!!!"

Rin glanced at you and back at the screen,

Bondage, pet play, breeding kink, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, exhibitionist, public teasing, corruption kink...

"So that's what you've been doing." Rin said, his voice low and raspy as he puts the phone down on the side table. You knew you were absolutely fucked when he leaned closer. You pulled back, trying to slide off the bed but he grabs your ankle quick and pulls you back towards him. "That's what you were into?" He laughed, not in happiness or whatever but in mocking. You couldn't speak. You remained quiet. "So this is what you get off on? Books..?" He furrowed his brows "fucking pervert."

He obviously wanted you to feel atleast a little ashamed but you were a goner at this point. Hearing him call you a pervert made you hornier. Made your thighs shut tighter. Made you feel humiliated. And he noticed it, very well. He blinked once, twice, "are you kidding me?" He rubs circles on your ankle "you like it when I humiliate you? God, there's no saving you. And here I thought you were a good girl." He pulls you towards him, leans down, and grabs your jaw, "you like being humiliated? being a slut?" His words were like weed to you right now and you gasped lightly "yes- yeah.. i-" you panted, "i like it." And he shoves you down, sliding your panties to your side and pulling his shorts just low enough.

"Then be a good girl and take it." He groaned, pushing into you and making you scream loudly, "shut the fuck up. You want someone to hear?" He slaps the surface of your thigh making you squeal.

You lived off of being humiliated by him. "Freak." Is all he said to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear and you came. Hard.

His eyes widened slightly and he spoke "just from that, huh?" He grinned. "I'm gonna have fun with you."

Itoshi Sae:

Sae loved you. But he noticed things about you more than he loved you. Like how you always hide your phone from him. Today he's going to confront you.

You're on your phone again, in a restaurant date. He went off to the bathroom and meanwhile you opened up your phone to check some stuff and while you did, you ended up going back to wattpad to read something.

Sae had returned, your phone was in your hand, and when he sat down? You almost threw your phone away in panic. You didn't sense him coming. Sae blinked, "what is it that you're always doing on that phone?" He glanced at you and you stammered "Uh well.. lots of stuff like-" "let me see your phone." His words made you pause, smile almost run away. "W-why?" "Because I asked you to."

You grab your phone hesitantly and licked your lips. "Okay but why?" You sighed and he deadpanned "because youre cheating on me."

"WHAT?!" You said it out loud, heads turned and you turned red in embarrassment. "I'm not cheating on you, I'd never!!" You put your phone in his hands immidently "then what are you always hiding?" He frowned and you pouted "um..."

He scrolls through your phone, opening up one of the apps called wattpad. "What's this? Book app?" And you froze. Ready for the humiliation, he went through your reading lists. Smut..?

"It's not what it looks like!!" You said in a loud whisper and sae blinked. "Wow." He said, "I didn't know you were into.. cnc." You almost crumbled.

"Sae I'm- no. I'm uh" He tilts his head, "do you like it when I force you?" Your brain stopped functioning at this point and you leaned back and cleared your throat.

"N-.. y-..yes'nt?" You replied and he paused his hand trailed on your thigh for a moment. "You wanted that you couldve just said so" He leans his head down to your level. His hand playing with the hem of your skirt. He puts his hands through, pulling your panties down, just a little bit. "Sae.. what if someone-" "that's better." He cuts off, his hand going through your inner thigh to cut through your walls. He let's his fingers get sucked in as he twists them in a way he knows you'll like. You whimpered, clinging to his arm helplessly with a red face "S-sae..." and he glances down and back up at you, "dont make too much noise." He glances at you. "You didn't want anyone to hear right?" He goes in and out and you hide your face into his arm. "S-saee..." you whimpered as you reached your down, came all over his fingers. "Let's finish this, hm?"

Michael Kaiser:

You thought you were careful.

Reading your spicy books under the blanket, screen dimmed, thighs squished together in a pathetic attempt to be discreet.

But Michael Kaiser? He noticed.

He noticed everything.

From the way your breathing changed.

To how your eyes would go glassy.

To how flustered you got when he walked in suddenly.

So one night, when you’re curled up on the couch, knees pulled up, phone close to your face...

He snatches it.

Just like that.

“What the hell—KAISER!”

“Relax,” he says smoothly, holding the screen up as he scrolls.

Then he stops.

Grins. Slowly.

“spanking?”

You freeze.

“Give it back.”

He doesn’t.

He reads aloud.

“‘He slapped her face and told her to say thank you like a good girl.’”

His voice is mocking. Drawling.

“...Aww. y/n.” He glances at you over the screen.

“You like that shit?”

Your face burns.

“N-no—wait, it’s not like that—”

“Nah, no need to lie now.” He tosses the phone onto the table and stalks toward you. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

You try to scramble away.

He catches your ankle and drags you into his lap, caging you there with his arms.

“Cute little girlfriend, always trying to act innocent, gets off on being called a dumb, used-up whore?”

You squirm. Whimper.

And that’s when he notices:

You’re wet.

“…No way.”

His voice drops.

He presses his fingers over your soaked panties and laughs.

A dark, wicked laugh.

“Oh, this is perfect.”

“You’re actually getting turned on right now.”

You try to push him away, humiliated beyond belief, but he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him.

“What else do you read?” he hisses against your lips.

“Getting tied up? Slapped? Filled with a stranger’s cum? Is that why you get all shaky when I’m mean?”

You tremble.

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

You’re His Now. His Little Pervert.

He doesn’t even give you time to think.

Pulls your panties to the side. Pushes two fingers in.

“You know what this means, right?” he breathes against your neck.

“You’re mine now. My little toy. My filthy, depraved, closeted freak who’s gonna say please when I make her crawl.”

You whine. Already falling apart.

He’s relentless.

He Makes you read out loud from one of your bookmarked smut scenes while he fingers you.

“Slower. Louder. If you can read it, you can take it.” he spanks you when you get shy or stumble earning a whine

Marks you. Everywhere. Neck, chest, inner thighs.

“You don’t need books anymore. I’ll give you everything you want, baby.”

You thought he'd stop soon maybe, maybe.. but no.

He Breaks You In.

Kaiser takes full control.

Choking. Spanking. Praise mixed with filthy degradation.

He grabs your face, makes you look him in the eyes as he thrusts deep inside you.

“You’re mine.”

“Say it.”

You choke out: “I’m yours.”

“And what else?”

“I’m… I’m your pervert.”

He smirks. Kisses you deep and slow.

“Good girl.”

“Now moan for me like you do in your head.”

A/n: HII GIYS IM WORKING ON THE REQUEATS IGOT BUT I HAD THIS IDEA AND I D3VIDED TO OOST IT DONT WORRY THO IM GONNA TOTALLY POST THE OTHER REQS TOO SO YEAH AND PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND ALIKE BECAUSE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 JUST BECAUSE.

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part eleven

Back to our regularly scheduled chaos 🫶🏻

Warnings: angst, reader is just really down on herself in this one sorry guys, Hotch being so strangely sweet for once, but then Hotch being down on himself (these two are a fucking wreck i wish they'd just TALK IT OUT)

Hotch doesn’t give you the day off after this case, but when you walk into the bullpen the next morning, you wish he had. For no particular reason other than you weren’t able to sleep, and dread seems to have made a home in your bones overnight.

And, of course, everyone notices.

“Oh,” Penelope’s frown looks out of place among her bright outfit. You hate that you’re making her frown. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you reply instantly, flashing her a smile. “Just exhausted.”

She doesn’t seem too satisfied with your answer, but wraps you in a hug all the same. “If you need anything, come see me. Okay?”

You squeeze her tightly. “Thanks, Pen.”

She pulls back and lightly pats your cheek. “Anytime.”

Morgan comes sauntering over with his coffee, eyeing you both cautiously. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope,” Garcia saves you the grief, turning to rest her hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Just telling her to come bug me when you guys start boring her to death.”

Derek laughs. “Riiight.”

Garcia heads back to her office with a flourish, something about needing to do her own paperwork to justify all the hacking she did for this last case. You dump your things down at your desk with a sigh.

You try to discreetly look up into Hotch’s office to see if he’s here. When you glance back at Morgan, you see he’s caught you red-handed. 

“Looking for someone?” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, busying yourself with putting your things away. “Is Hotch in yet?”

“Not yet, we’re the early birds today,” Morgan says, propping himself on your desk like he belongs there. “Why?”

I’m trying to avoid him at all costs, why else? “Just curious.”

Morgan hums. “Alright. Well, no, he said he was taking Jack to school this morning, so he’d be in late. You would know that if you didn’t put yourself in time out on the jet yesterday.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna start up that tally again,” Morgan jokes.

“Be my guest,” you mutter through a small smile.

Morgan goes quiet and that scares you, because you know exactly what’s coming next. Goodbye Joking Friend Morgan, hello Serious Big Brother Derek.

“Hey,” he says, leaning toward you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You nod. If only everyone who says that knew that you can’t. “Yeah. I know.”

“‘Kay. Good.” Derek nods as he slides off your desk, returning to his own and leaving you alone.

Reid whirls into the BAU next, nose in a book, nearly taking himself out when he stumbles into Morgan’s desk. So, a typical morning for him.

JJ and Emily come in next, coffees in hand, having run into each other again on their morning commute.

Rossi next, stopping by your desk to ask how you’re doing. He doesn’t press when you say you’re fine and heads up to his office, leaving you alone.

Then, there’s Hotch, who comes in with his phone pressed to his ear, a frown on his face. He doesn’t even glance toward the center of the bullpen as he practically floats up the stairs into his office, shutting the door.

You share looks with the rest of the team. Reid grimaces. He must’ve read his lips through the office window. He goes back to his book without saying anything.

You return to your paperwork, scanning the text. It’s necessary, and you know why you have to do it, but that doesn’t make any of it less boring.

Next to you, Emily leans back in her chair. “You should join us for coffee tomorrow before work.”

You lift your head, your eyes slowly trailing over to her to make sure she’s talking to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “JJ and I always end up at the same place, we should get there a little early and have breakfast.”

“Uh, hello?” Morgan pipes up, pointing his pencil between himself and Reid. “What about us?”

Emily inhales sharply through her grin. “Sorry, girls only.”

“Alright, I see how it is,” Morgan laughs. He turns to Reid. “Hey kid, wanna get coffee tomorrow?”

“Why?” Reid asks without looking up. “The BAU has free coffee.”

Morgan sighs. “You’re not helping.”

Reid still doesn’t look up, but his lips stretch in that little smirk he always gets when he pushes Morgan’s buttons just for fun.

You turn back to Emily. “I’d love to. Where?”

She lists off the name of the cafe and then pauses, “Oh my god, I need to add you to the group chat.”

“Group chat?” Reid looks up this time. “You guys have a group chat?”

“Girls only,” Emily says again, looking down at her phone.

“Is Garcia in it?” Morgan asks.

“Duh,” Emily replies. “There.”

Your phone buzzes. Emily added you to Women Only. You snort. “Thanks.”

Garcia sends a few hearts and other emojis when she sees you’ve been added to the chat. You laugh quietly before returning to your paperwork, even though you’ve read the same line probably fifty times by now. 

The conversation carries on around you, with Reid even chiming in here and there, but you’re mostly silent. You know it’s unlike you, so you figure it’s a matter of time before one of the profilers calls you out for it.

But they don’t, because they don’t get a chance to.

Hotch calls your name from the second level. You lift your head, eyebrows raising. You find him standing just in the doorway to his office, nodding his head for you to come up.

Just great. Great.

You’re too tired to offer any protests, so you stand immediately, taking your lukewarm coffee with you as you head up the stairs. You don’t need to glance down at the bullpen to know the team’s eyes are on you.

Hotch seems to notice, too, because when you walk into his office, he draws the blinds.

You freeze in the doorway. This can’t be good, if he’s purposefully trying to prevent Reid from lipreading. He normally doesn’t bother.

“Come in,” he says quietly, rounding his desk. “Sit, please.”

You’re being fired. You’re sure of it.

Still, you shut the door, eyeing him warily as you sit across from him. You place your coffee on his desk so you can clasp your hands together.

“So?”

Hotch tilts his head. “So?”

“What’s the reasoning?” you ask. “I’m assuming I’m being transferred or terminated, whatever we’re calling it these days.”

If you aren’t mistaken, his expression seems to soften. Just barely. “I’m not firing you.”

You sit back. “Oh.”

“Why would you think I’m firing you?”

“Why would I not?” you shrug. “We don’t get along, I’ve done nothing but cause problems — that I will admit—”

“Stop,” Hotch almost looks pained as he cuts you off. “Stop. You’re not causing problems by being here.”

You stare at him tiredly. “You know I hate it when you lie to my face.”

“I’ve never lied to you,” he replies, just as tired. “And I’m not lying now.”

You’re not convinced of either of those things. “Okay.”

He sighs, leaning onto his elbows on his desk. “I know we don’t…get along, as you said, but you are a valuable asset to this team.”

“Hotch, my first two cases, both unsubs have gotten away.”

“Is that what this is about?”

You don’t know. You don’t know what any of this is about. “I guess. Look— I’m just not on top of it today. I’m tired.”

“Do you need to go home?”

You glare at him. “No. I said I’m tired, not that I can’t work.”

“Just clarifying,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair to study you. 

It makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You hate the way he looks at you, like he knows something about you that you don’t know yet — or that you don’t want to know. Because knowing him, he’ll say it out loud, and then you’ll have to deal with it, and you don’t want to.

You think for a fleeting, terrifying moment that maybe Rossi told him about your father, but Rossi wouldn’t. Right?

“It’s not your fault,” he starts, but he keeps his eyes trained on his desk. “That the unsubs have gotten away. We got Lila back home safely, and that counts for something.”

You hum, uncertain.

“We don’t always catch the unsub,” Hotch continues. “We help where we can, and sometimes that has to be enough.”

“It’s not, though,” you shake your head slowly. “It’s not enough.” You look over at him, that anger still simmering like always. You’re tired, but it doesn’t take much for it to spike again. “I still don’t think we should’ve left them.”

“I did what I thought was right and I stand by—”

“What if it was wrong?”

“I’m not going to sit here and argue what if’s with you,” Hotch snaps, voice firm and tone final. “I don’t have to explain my decisions to you.”

“No,” you reply, pushing yourself to stand up. “But you could at least act like you care about your team’s opinion of you.”

You get to the door before you pause, eyeing the closed blinds. You turn around as you cross your arms over your chest.

“What was it you actually called me in here for?”

Hotch barely shrugs. “I just wanted to check in with you after the conversation we had yesterday.”

You roll your eyes. Highly unlikely that that’s the only thing, but fine. “Sure.”

Hotch sighs tiredly. “Here we go,” he says under his breath.

Might as well tease him. “Just saying,” you give him a wicked look.“You better be careful. Kinda starting to make me think you like me or something.”

He scowls at you. “Go back to work.”

You’re laughing as you leave his office.

+++

Hotch stares at your coffee on the edge of his desk. You forgot to take it with you. He could call you back in here to get it. Or let it get cold and get rid of it later. Or he could take it to you.

He needs a fresh cup anyway.

He grabs his mug in one hand, yours in the other, and heads out of his office. You’re already back at your desk, laughing at something Prentiss said. Hotch feels the corners of his lips trying to tug upward, listening to your laughter. He doesn’t hear it often, especially not like this. Carefree and light. He’s used to the sarcastic, condescending laughter that you usually give him. 

His frown returns with that thought. He’ll never be the cause of this kind of laughter from you. Not as long as you seem to have him at the top of your shit list. It’s been a decade, so he doesn’t expect that to change.

Shaking the thoughts away, he heads down the stairs to drop your mug off on your desk with a silent, “You left this,” like he did with your jacket just over a week ago.

He doesn’t hear you say anything as he strides past you and everyone else to the coffee machine at the edge of the bullpen. 

Hotch loves his team for many things. Their subtlety is not one of them.

He can hear them whispering, all trying to figure out what you and him discussed and why the blinds had to be drawn. None of them believe you when you say it was nothing.

For what Hotch had originally planned, yes, the blinds needed to be drawn. He wanted privacy to ask you about your father.

But how was he supposed to bring up your father when your first thought was that you were being fired? When your first thought is that you’re doing more harm than good by being here?

Regardless of how much pleasure you seem to find in pushing his buttons, he couldn’t let a member of his team go without addressing those kinds of thoughts. You’re a valuable addition to this team. If you weren’t, you never would’ve been hired by Strauss, let alone by him.

It’s bad luck, sure, that these last two cases haven’t ended the way they’d like. But that’s no one’s fault, and certainly not yours alone. It just happens. They can’t save everyone, solve every case quickly and easily. Nothing is neat and tied in a bow in this field. He needs you to understand that. Because if you don’t, you won’t survive. 

And he needs you to survive.

Hotch turns around to head back to his office, pausing to raise an eyebrow when his team scrambles cartoon-style to “act natural” — as if he has no clue they weren’t watching him.

He loves this team, he does. He shakes his head as he walks around them.

He feels your eyes on him, though, as he ascends the stairs. He glances down at you and you avert your eyes masterfully. If he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn’t have known you were watching him.

Hotch is too busy looking at you to notice Rossi has stepped out of his own office, and the older man gives Hotch an equally skeptical look when Hotch nearly crashes into him.

Rossi follows Hotch into his office, shutting the door behind him.

“What’s with all the secrecy today?” Rossi asks, gesturing to the closed blinds, tugging one down with a smirk as he makes eye contact with Prentiss. He lets it snap back into place.

“Nothing,” Hotch replies, settling back down at his desk. “You can open them.”

Rossi doesn’t.

Instead, he stands in front of Aaron’s desk, hands shoved in his pockets. “Did you tell her?”

“She’s still here, so obviously I didn’t,” Hotch mutters, looking up at his friend. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Rossi says, turning to open the blinds.

Unsurprisingly, the entire team, except for you, is caught in their attempted eavesdropping. Rossi laughs as he turns back around to face Aaron.

“Warn me before you do? I’d like some time to prepare to get out of here before you get a chair thrown in your face,” Rossi says.

Hotch stares at him. A chair will be the least of his worries when he eventually confronts you.

His eyes flick to you down in the bullpen, focused and content, swatting Morgan away when he tries to toss balls of paper at your head. Hotch doesn’t want to ruin this, the joy you’ve found here. 

But ever since the first day you met, that’s all Hotch has known how to do. Say the wrong thing and make you hate him. Over and over. 

It’s no wonder you push his buttons so much and fight so hard to get under his skin. It’s not like he can’t understand. It’s a vicious cycle with the two of you, and there’s no way out.

At least not one where no one gets hurt.

[steddieas-shegoes]

stuck

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘plug’

rated m | 437 words | cw: hospital | tags: modern era, platonic stobin, pre-relationship, getting together, highly embarrassing moment

😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

Robin was quiet on the ride to the emergency room. She was quiet while they waited for x-rays and a doctor to examine Steve. She was quiet when they took Steve into a private room.

But once the nurse told her she could go in to sit with Steve while they monitored him, she started in on him.

“I cannot believe you got a plug stuck in your ass.”

“Robin, please.”

“What was the end goal?”

“Definitely not to be here. With you. Listening to this.”

Steve closes his eyes and leans his head back against the hospital bed. They didn’t even give him an IV, or pain meds, or anything but a stern look and suggestion to avoid using something of “this size” again.

“You cannot tell Eddie.”

“You think he won’t find out?” Robin sat down on the side of the bed. “Why keep it from him?”

“Because he’s the one always telling me to come to him if I need advice with toys and stuff and I was too shy and he’ll give me that sad look like he thinks I don’t trust him and I do! I trust him more than anything! It’s just asking him about that stuff makes me wanna kiss him and let him use those toys on me and do whatever he wants to me, actually.”

“Steve.” Robin laughs. “Isn’t that all the more reason to just tell him? He doesn’t exactly offer his advice to any of his other friends. Don’t you think that means something?”

“It means he’s just nice to the dude who has no idea what he’s doing,” Steve sighs.

There’s a knock on the door and Steve tells the person to come in, assuming it’s a nurse.

It’s not.

It’s Eddie.

“I texted him the moment you called me, dumbass.” Robin explains as she stands up. “He’s your problem now, dude.”

Steve’s too busy blubbering to stop Robin from walking out of the room. Eddie sits in the chair and folds his leg over his knee.

“So you didn’t get something with a flared base.”

His tone is too knowing.

“I didn’t think it would keep going.”

“But it did.”

“It sure did.”

Eddie and Steve stare at each other in silence for a moment before they burst into laughter.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“To dig the plug out of my ass?!”

“To put one in there in the first place!”

“You would want to?”

Eddie slides onto the bed, doesn’t waste time at all, leaning in to kiss the corner of Steve’s mouth.

“Yeah, Stevie. I would really love to.”

[sosasturns]

valentine who?, shoota!chris

february twelfth, 9:59pm….

valentine's day items was everywhere-red and pink aisles full of stuffed animals, heart-shaped boxes, and overpriced flowers that would die in a week. couples all around, carts full of cliché gifts and last-minute surprises. you weren't the type to get caught up in the fairytale of it all, but the sight still made something twist inside you.

"you need anything else?" chris asked, pushing the cart with one hand, the other tugging at the hoodie he had thrown on before y'all left. he didn't even look at the decorations, didn't acknowledge the obnoxious love shit flooding the store.

you, on the other hand, were hyperaware of it.

"nah," you muttered, tossing a pack of gum in the cart. your tone was clipped, but chris didn't seem to notice-or maybe he just didn't care.

february thirteenth, 1:24am…

"bitch, i got my wax done before my shift, and let me just say, i'm feeling brand new," your coworker, maya, said as she leaned against the counter, adjusting her top. "smooth as hell. like a lil' dolphin."

you laughed, shaking your head as you poured a drink. "you so damn extra."

"whatever," she waved you off. "so, what's your man doing for you tomorrow?"

your stomach tightened. "not my man."

maya gave you a look. "girl, please."

you didn't answer. because truthfully? you didn't know what the hell chris was or doing for valentine's day-or if he was doing anything at all.

february thirteenth, 11:05pm…

you were over it. the silence. the avoidance. the way he acted like valentine's day wasn't even on the damn calendar.

"so, you really not gon' say shit?" you finally snapped, sitting on his couch, arms crossed.

chris, lounging in his chair, didn't even look at you. "say what?"

something small-a remote, a balled-up napkin, whatever was closest—left your hand and hit his chest. not hard, but enough to get his attention.

"don't play dumb, chris."

he sighed, rubbing his jaw. "you know i don't do that valentine's day shit."

you scoffed. "but you do every other holiday, huh? what, this one just don't matter?"

he finally looked at you. "you knew what this was."

your jaw tightened, heart pounding.

he wasn't wrong. but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"whatever," you muttered, shaking your head. you pushed up from the couch, grabbing your bag. "i'm not finna sit here and-"

"yo."

your hand paused on the strap of your bag. you looked at him over your shoulder, brows raised.

chris stretched his legs out, fingers tapping against his thigh. "we still on for tomorrow night?"

you stared at him for a beat, then rolled your eyes and headed straight for the door, leaving without another word.

february fourteenth, 11:57pm…

you should've ignored his text. should’ve ignored his calls. but now you were here-pressed against his mattress, legs wrapped around his waist, breathy moans slipping from your lips.

"knew you was gon' act up," he murmured against your skin, lips on your neck. "you just needed some sense fucked into you, huh?"

your fingers gripped at his back, nails digging in as he rocked into you, deep and steady-like he was the one going through the motions all week. like he wasn't the same man who ignored every hint you threw at him all week.

“uh-uhn, move your hand.”

like he didn't just pretend valentine's day wasn't a thing.

“move your fuckin’ hand.”

and it pissed you off.

“take this shit.”

“gotta put your ass in check.”

“fuck.”

because now, now he wanted to be all over you. now he wanted to fuck you like he had something to prove.

he hadn't even said the words, hadn't even tried— and yet here he was, hands gripping your waist, jaw tight, eyes locked on your pussy swallowing his dick like he needed this.

like you were supposed to just let it slide.

and yeah, you were letting him fuck you. but that didn't mean you weren't still mad as hell.

some time later, your body was still buzzing, chest rising and falling as you laid beside him, the heat between you two still thick in the air.

you were barely catching your breath when chris shifted, reaching toward the nightstand.

then something light landed on your stomach and this time it wasn’t his cum.

you blinked, looking down at the small swarovski gift bag before flicking your gaze back up to him.

"quit bitchin' and take it," he muttered, arm draped over his forehead like he was already seconds away from a migraine.

your heart stuttered.

because he was paying attention the whole time.

but before you could even say anything, he was already getting up, sweatpants hung low as hell, grabbing his controller off the dresser.

you rolled your eyes when you saw the game load up, shaking your head as he sank down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he adjusted his headset.

"you’re so fucking annoying," you muttered, shifting under the covers and placing the bag on the nightstand near your phone.

"yeah, yeah," he muttered back, a smirk evident in his tone. "ain't hear you say nun of that earlier."

you sucked your teeth in response, turning to lay on your side.

even though he didn’t say those three words, you decided to say them for him.

“happy valentine’s day.”

@ sosasturns

[serenity--writes]

Devotion | Peter Parker x Reader

Being friends with Peter Parker is easy. You fit together so well, it’s like sliding a puzzle piece into its designated slot on the first try. It’s studying together, laughing together, having him take you up to the Empire State Building in the middle of the night because he can, gaping down at the city in awe because wow, New York really can be beautiful. Or, Peter Parker as your best friend, your boyfriend, and then your husband (to be). //3.7k~ words. Unedited. GN! Reader. Any Peter, I just really like Andrew Garfield's face (even though it's hidden in the gif lol).

You can’t sleep. 

All you can think is, ‘Is he okay? What if he’s hurt?’ Your mind spins with each and every fear, and your body aches with it. Anxiety is nothing new, but it’s so constant now. You wake up and wonder if he’s still alive, if he’s safe, and it feels like you can’t breathe until you see him in person. Texting doesn’t help much anymore, because he could be texting you on his metaphorical deathbed and you wouldn’t know—

Your name echoes in the air. You whip around, eyes wild. “Peter?!” He’s barely inside your bedroom before you’re throwing yourself at him. The window falls shut as he slides his leg in with the rest of him. 

Peter winces as you enclose his waist in your arms, groaning. Jerking back, you peer worriedly at him. You spot dark red on blue and your blood runs cold. “Do I need to get the med kit?”

He shuffles over to your desk chair with his breath stuttering in his chest. Despite the jerkiness of his movements, his voice is even. If you hadn’t seen him, you wouldn’t think anything was wrong. That thought frightens you. “Yeah. Please.”

You’ve done this what feels like hundreds of times, but your hands still shake as you grab the stocked up med kit, courtesy of your nurse mom. She probably never imagined you’d be using it for Spider-Man. Who also happens to be the little boy (now teenager) she’d watched grow up with her kid.

She would shake Peter up and down, asking why he was putting himself in so much danger. 

In that, you and your mom are very similar. 

You return with the cargo, watching as your idiot best friend inhales, then exhales. He’s sprawled out on your chair, all long legs and mussed hair. His face is pale. No shit.

“Okay,” you start, hands ghosting over his suit. You don’t know where to touch and where to avoid, anxiety cruising through you like it was on a fucking joyride. You kind of want to puke, but don’t feel like vomiting up chili right now. It would burn. “Suit off. Can’t stitch you closed if the suit’s in the way.”

Peter wiggles his eyebrows, eyes still closed. “If you wanted me to undress, all you had to do was ask—”

“You’ve been saying that line for six months, Parker, learn some new material.” 

“Ouch,” he pouts, but complies. The suit is skin-tight, and he struggles to get it off without wincing so hard you’re afraid his face will stay that way, so you help him tug it off his shoulders, letting it pool around his waist. Blood soaks his stomach. “Last name already?”

Your stomach churns, his joke going in one ear and out the other. “Jesus Christ, Pete.”

He smiles shakily. “Not as bad as it looks, promise.”

Looks pretty fucking bad. You dig out the needle and suture kit without looking, then grab a disinfectant pad and steel yourself for another night of praying your hands don’t fail and you accidentally fuck him up even worse. 

Peter grabs your shaking hand and squeezes. “You got this,” he says, soft. His eyes are tired, but so kind. “You’ve done this before, and you were perfect. Okay? You can do this.” 

You nod, wiping your hands with the disinfectant pad before grabbing another. The wound looks daunting compared to the last, and it’s no wonder he’s drooping like a sunflower with too little sun; he’s losing a lot of blood. “Shit, okay. You’re right. Fuck, Peter, you really need to be more careful.”

His response is swallowed by a pained gasp as you run the pad over the serrated skin. “Fuck,” he whines. Then he laughs at himself. “Hurts more than getting stabbed, which is really w-weird.” 

“Duh. Alcohol burns, and you were probably running on adrenaline back there.” Your lips will be ruined in the morning, with how much you’re biting them, but you can’t bring yourself to care. The small sting of pain helps you focus as you thread the needle and start sewing him up.

You try to distract him from the pain. And yourself from the heavy weight on your chest; if this gets any worse, you’ll start suffocating. “So, we’re still on for the Star Wars marathon this weekend, right?”

Peter grins, and the sight of it steadies your hands. “Smooth. But yeah, unless there’s, y’know.”

You roll your eyes, kissing your teeth as you complete the first stitch. “Not all of us are masters of conversation, Your Majesty. And yeah, I do—gonna ditch me for your heroics, huh?”

“Let’s hope t—they… all decide to take a day off,” Peter jokes. Despite the improbability of it happening, it’d be nice to have a night with him all to yourself. “Mandated time off, even. With pay.”

“Paying criminals now?” You tsk teasingly. “Spider-Man, the meddling menace who’s secretly working with his, quote, ‘greatest foes!’ to make a quick buck—”

Peter laughs so hard he almost dislodges the stitches; would have, too, if you didn’t put a hand on his stomach (wow, he’s toned) to keep the wound steady. “You did not just try to imitate Jameson. Oh fuck, that’s funny—” He giggles breathlessly. 

“Laugh it up, Spidey, and there’ll be a new podcast out there slandering you any day now.”

The last stitch is done, and you don’t even attempt to hide your grin as you tie off your work. Peter hands you the bandages before you can reach for them, whispering a small ‘you’re welcome’ before you can say anything—typical Peter—and helps you wind it around his stomach. 

“For the record, your podcast would suck.”

“Suck it, Parker.”

—

Being friends with Peter Parker is easy. You fit together so well, it’s like sliding a puzzle piece into its designated slot on the first try. It’s studying together, laughing together, having him take you up to the Empire State Building in the middle of the night because he can, gaping down at the city in awe because wow, New York can be beautiful.

It’s… patching him up after a long day, taking him in your arms as he weeps because he couldn’t save her—God, I couldn’t—and trying not to cry as your hands shake and you feel like your body is an electric current, so in tune with him that it feels like you’re falling apart with him but not knowing why. 

.

.

.

“Honey.”

You narrow your eyes. Shake your head. 

“Love?”

You grimace. 

“Yeah, not British enough.” His eyebrows furrow. “Love-er?”

“Pete, we are not British. We are also not in the middle ages.”

He laughs, throwing his hands up. “'Babe'! That’s literally a classic. Can’t go wrong. It’s like the bread and soup of pet names.”

You wrinkle your nose. 

“C’mon, that’s perfect. You’re acting like a baby, so it fits, anyway.”

“Fighting works, Parker,” you warn him, biting your smile away. 

Peter raises an eyebrow. “Right,” he drawls. You don’t look at him but you know he’s flexing his irritatingly good-looking arms. Yeah, you have eyes. And a functioning brain. 

“Just call me by my name,” you suggest. Like a normal person. 

He sighs like you’ve exhausted all of his patience. “I love you, babe, but you are seriously in need of some relationship etiquette lessons. I’m sure Aunt May would love to be president. She’d be great at it. And she wouldn’t charge you admission because being my boyfriend has benefits—”

“Yeah, gotta make up for the lack of health care somehow.”

You turn around to find him wide-eyed. 

…

Okay, maybe that was too far. “Pete?”

He collapses onto the floor with a dramatic gasp. “Stone cold words from the love of my life! That hit harder than Rhino, and I gotta tell ya, he hits like a truck. Wow,” he chuckles breathlessly, eyes meeting yours. 

You soften. “Hey, bugboy.”

He doesn’t make fun of the nickname, but you can tell he wants to. “Hey, lover.”

“... Still weird. Why’re you so bad at pet names?” You crawl over and lay down beside him, cushioning your head on his upper arm.

He shrugs his other shoulder. “I guess I just excel in every other field but that one. Don’t hold it against me?” Cue the puppy-dog eyes. 

You snigger. “Help me with that chem question, and we’re all good.”

“Mmm, fair trade. I accept.”

—

You’re familiar with it: the longing. The loneliness. It doesn’t get better, but you adapt to it. It hurts less, even though the sting lasts longer now. You can’t brush it off as easily.

You know what you signed up for, and you’re not a quitter. 

Especially not when it comes to Peter Parker. 

He’s late, again, and you know why—it’d be hard to not see the fight happening a few miles away. Social media is blowing up with doom and gloom, worry for Spider-Man, hate for Spider-Man (you block people who post those comments; you don’t need to see that shit), and demands for better security. 

Peter’s swinging circles around Electro, who blasts electricity at him in between moments of chase. How he got out of the Raft is anyone’s guess, but he did, and now your boyfriend is chasing him around Harlam like it’s life or death. Which—you guessed it—it most likely is.

Being in prison, much less one like the Raft, festers a type of hate that can only bring destruction for the person who put you in there. 

People rush to the windows to gape at the scene, pressing you against it as they vie for a look. You’re suffocated literally and figuratively, your breath stuck in your chest and unable to escape. “C’mon, Spidey,” someone whispers from beside you. 

You glance at the man, but he’s already walking away. 

Your fists clench at your sides as you brave another look at the man who haunts and blesses your dreams. Electro staggers as Peter throws something—a car door?—at him. Your body lights up with hope from the inside. Yeah. C’mon, Peter. You can do it. 

Soft, brown eyes. Gentle, calloused hands. Warm, inviting arms. Feathery, windswept hair. You breathe out slowly, remembering the feel of him. The sound of him. He’ll be okay.

He always is. Even if it takes a while. Even if it’s hard. Sometimes, it feels impossibly far away, but you’ve been there throughout it all. You know him.

And he promised—

“I’ll always come back to you.”

—

“Honey?”

You pause your stirring, heart beating so fast that you have to take a deep breath before turning around. Tears well in your eyes and he panics, stumbling forward. He calls your name as you tremble. 

He holds you against his chest, knowing just what you need. Thump, thump—

Peter’s arm moves away from you, moving the pot off the burner. It makes a small clink against the glass stove. You exhale warily, knees shaking as the stress that weighed on your shoulders dissolves. Thump, thump, thump. It’s all you can hear, that lovely sound. His heart beating is your favorite thing to wake up to, and it’s so beautiful. Too perfect to put into words. 

“You’re okay?” you ask, voice a whisper. You can’t manage anything more.

Peter’s grip tightens for a moment as he tugs you away from the kitchen and to the couch. “Just a little fried. I’m okay, everything’s pretty much healed already.” He pauses, and you wait. There’s more. “He wasn’t prepared like last time. I don’t know who got him out, but… it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.”

Not Octavius, then. 

“I’m sorry for missing dinner. I—I really wanted to make it. I tried to text but he fried my phone.”

Thump, thump, thump. 

You shake your head against his chest. His heartbeat jumps as you settle against him, and you smile. Thump, thump—thump. You want to crawl inside him, that’s how empowering your love is. It scares you, sometimes, how much you crave him. A world where only you and him exists doesn’t sound too bad on days like these. Love crawls up your throat like acid, but it’s sweet. You can’t help but let it go, let him experience your devotion—“I love you, Peter Parker.”

His name is like honey on your tongue. 

Peter laughs, voice wet. “I love you, too. More than anything.”

You grab his wrist and slip your fingers between his, and marvel at the snug, comfortable fit. It’s perfect.

—

Being partners with Peter Parker is like a trip on acid, if you had to sum it up. It’s messy, full of ups and downs, euphoric but with a crash that’s unlike any other. But there’s always another rainbow on the horizon, another chance that maybe it’ll go better this time. It’s a life unlike any other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

.

.

.

Peter gets down on one knee the day he almost dies. 

He’s pale as a ghost, blood crusting underneath his fingernails. His arms shake as the pain sets in, but his eyes never leave you.

Neither of you are dressed up, and you both desperately need a shower, but he gets down on one knee, no ring, and lets his devotion spill from his lips and the genuine love in his eyes make the emotions bubbling inside you burst. A sob tears through your throat, and you let him devour it with his lips, and it feels like healing. 

Yes, yes, yes, yes—

It’s an easy choice. 

Blood soaks your clothes as he falls into you, but his frantic eyes and strong hands pull you from your worry and you fall into pleasure. He’s lovely, this way, so fierce and vibrant, vigour pouring out from him in waves. 

Thump, thump, thump—thump. 

He murmurs your name, and that’s all it takes.

I love you.

—

“Blue,” you suggest. “And white. With hints of red.”

Peter side eyes you as you conspire with your mom about the colors of your wedding. You smirk at him when she turns away, and he grins back, bashful, before letting May steal his attention.

“You’re not at all patriotic,” your mom complains. “Where is this coming from? And why couldn’t you do this when we went to that football game—”

“Spider-Man wears red, white, and blue,” you explain. You know you’re confusing her, but it’s fun to watch. And Peter’s blushing face never gets old, even as you two do; teasing him is one of your favorite pastimes. 

Your mom thinks Peter has a ‘man-crush’ on Spider-Man, and she doesn’t tolerate it. ‘His heart is meant for you, and only you, honey. This Spider-Man is a good man, but he’s not Peter’s man. Take some sense into him before I do.’ 

It’s hilarious. 

Peter’s gone through this before, which makes it even more funny. Posts on Twitter about him dating Spider-Man have gone viral before, and you tease him about it mercilessly, more than a decade later. 

“You’re not really planning our wedding based on Spider-Man, right, honey?” Peter slides an arm around your waist, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek as your mom watches in approval. She loves Peter, Spider-Man crush notwithstanding, and she makes sure he knows it. He’s been a part of your family for a while, but she doesn’t want him to question his place. Even your father loves Peter, which is a miracle in and of itself. 

“They are,” your mother sighs, leaning back in her chair. You and Peter share an amused look. “I told them that blue and white were perfect, but they insisted.” She eyes you. “Talk with him, and get his opinion. It’s your day together, not just yours.” She smiles at Peter as she stands, patting his head like she always does. “Don’t let them strong-arm you into something you don’t want, Peter.”

You cross your arms, every bit the petulant child you were twenty years ago. She says that you’ll always be her little baby, and you’re kind of convinced she’s mind-controlled you or something. She did have a pocket watch when she was younger… Maybe she hypnotized you, like that one Scooby-Doo episode; you’ll ask Pete later, he’ll know. “Mom.”

She does that mom-thing, you know the one—she goes ‘ah-ah-ah’, finger wag included, and gives you a look. “You are stubborn, and Peter is madly in love with you. He will say yes to everything, despite what he wants. Be mature, child of mine.”

Peter pouts as she walks away. She throws her arms around May and laughs; they’re the perfect picture of best friends. You smile before turning back to your lovely fiancé, whose pout dies down as you snuggle up to him. “Hey,” he says breathlessly. “Love you.”

(… Your mom may have had a point earlier.)

If you thought you fit together perfectly before, years ago, then you are practically melded into one being now. His skin against yours was like being enveloped in warmth, and his breath mixing with yours could send you into a lovesick spiral if you weren’t careful, too drunk on him to do much else. But his smile, crooked and unabashedly stunning, stands out as the moon to your night sky. 

You kiss him, slow and deep. He tastes like chocolate and mint tooth-paste. You pull away when your smiles become too wide to continue. Your voice is tinged with sweetness as you giggle into his neck. “I love you, too.”

—

The hectic day of wedding planning ends with the sky streaked in golden rays, oranges and yellows towering over the blues. It ends with long, dark eyelashes resting against soft cheeks, chocolate eyes hidden from the world. Soft, chestnut curls tickle your cheek from where Peter leans into you, and your thumb drifts over his hands, calloused and worn but ever-so gentle.

Your music hums in your ear, the artist crooning about love and life and the days that fly by. You tap your foot to the beat, the slow rhythm unfamiliar but lovely all the same. It gives you nostalgia for a life you’ve yet to live.

Suddenly, you get an idea. 

Gently guiding Peter onto his back, your couch significantly better than the one he’d endured while he was fresh from May’s house, you press a kiss to his forehead. 

Your earbuds stay in your ears, and you sway back and forth as you enter the kitchen, letting the infectious happiness of the music overtake you. 

One thing you know Peter loves is wheat cakes, May’s recipe. Of which she’d just given you as the two of you left. ‘A little gift,’ she’d hummed, clicking her tongue as you stammered and thanked her. Her hug was warm and kind, and you had melted into it without a second thought. May Parker will always be a lovely woman, but she shone like diamonds to you in that moment, when she pulled away and told you that you were the best thing to ever happen to Peter.

Even now, just thinking about it makes you tear up. 

Knowing how much Peter values May’s opinion makes it all the sweeter. You feel like you’re on top of the world. It’s almost too much, but the view you’re gazing at now is so much better than the one you saw on the Empire State Building; you’re staring at Peter, and he’s so bright, a star glowing amongst the dark, and he’s yours and you’re his, and he’s the best thing to ever happen to you, too.

—

You shake Peter’s shoulders, coaxing him out of sleep. He groans and wipes his eyes groggily. “Lover,” he says with a lop-sided grin as he takes you in. You’re wearing his clothes. A soft, faded MIT sweatshirt with sweatpants that hang low on your hips. You’re surrounded by the smell of him, and the only time you’ve felt safer was in his arms.

“Bugboy,” you retort fondly. The game is old and familiar, memories of nights spent play-arguing rushing to the forefront of your mind before they’re stolen by the lips pressing against yours. You smile against his lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. They’re broad, strong enough to hold the world upon them if they must. And your ankles, but that’s neither here nor there.

“I made food,” you say as he pulls away. He looks dizzyingly attractive, all flushed and pliant. You want to eat him instead, but you worked hard on that dinner, damn him. 

He’s smug as though he knows what you’re thinking, scooping you up and into his arms as he waltzes into the dining room. Your music plays softly in the background, earbuds unplugged and set aside. The wheat cakes are finishing baking on the stovetop, the smell enough to make him perk up and remove his face from your neck.

Peter’s eyes sparkle. You want to grab his camera and capture him in the moment—you're rarely the one behind it, and it's a shame. “No way!” 

Abruptly, the tension—the good kind—fades into lighthearted tones. From rose-red to tulip-pink, from dusk to sunrise. You grin. “May gave me the recipe,” you say, settling into your seat.

“Really? Oh wow, they smell so good…”

Without looking, you call out, “No dessert until after dinner. Y’know the one I just spent an hour making!” His chair, right beside you, sits distanced from the table, right where you left it. 

“Whatever you say, honey.”

You grin smugly, swallowing your bite. “Good boy.”

He doesn’t whimper, but it’s a near thing.

—

Being (almost) married to Peter Parker is like… dancing in the dark, not knowing where you’re going but having so many feelings in your heart that you’re about to burst. It’s small moments of silence, comfortable in each other’s presence that no words are needed. It’s biting back tears as he grimaces and comforts you as he bleeds onto your floors. It’s the days where you wake up to his face, painted gold and flush by the morning sun. 

It’s the small acts of devotion. Notes left in every nook and cranny of the house, small little assurances and reminders and nonsense that leaves you smiling. Dinner made and put away for him to reheat when he gets home, cold and hungry. Little things you had your eye on, placed perfectly in your space so you can’t miss them. Arms open, so he can soak in your presence and bask in your love for him. Music playing, low and crooning, as he takes you into his arms and twirls you around your home, laughter decorating the walls and saturating the air.

Thump, thump, thump.

[kpop---scenarios]

Reckless (2)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Bestfriend

Warning: Hurt.. smutty smut [18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2.6k

Part One |

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

“Dumb enough to do what, exactly?” You ask Jisung, eyes darting between him and Minho.

“Fuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that.” Jisung chuckles.

“Would that really be so bad?” Minho asks, locking eyes with you as Jisung looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.

“It would be hell on earth.” He yells. “My little sister and my best friend? Ew, never happening.”

“Don't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. She's not even my type.” Minho laughs.

You glance at Minho, who is now avoiding eye contact.

“But you can go after my best friend?” You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.

“What?” He asks. “When did I go after Hyunjin?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Not Hyunjin, Jisoo you moron!”

“She's hot.” Jisung laughs, looking at Minho. “And judging by his face, he thinks so too.”

“Ah, um, no, I don't.” Minho says. “I really don't.”

“It's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her.” Jisung offer.

“Since when are you a casual hook up thing with her?” You ask.

“Since last night.” Jisung explains, with a giant smile on his face. “So, you wanna get set up?” He asks Minho, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own.” Minho laughs.

“I'm gonna set you up anyway!” Jisuung yells, excitedly. “Minho and Jisoo!”

You look at Minho, you're not even sure with what kind of expression.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, goodluck with the whole Jisoo thing.” You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.

“What's up her ass?” Jisung laughs as you walk out of the room.

You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.

“Go away.” You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.

“Open the door.” You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Minho standing there, looking guilty. “What?”

“Listen.” Minho starts.

“Don't.” You say, putting up your hand. “Whatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it.” You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door.

“Guys fucking suck.” You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.

“I'm sorry, not you. Just a select few.” You sigh.

“Your brother?” He asks, glancing at you.

“He's one, yes. He hooked up with Jisoo.” You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.

“Yeah, unfortunately I saw that.” Hyunjin sighs. “I had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back.” He pouts.

“Ah, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jisung's friends apparently. Changbin.” You explain, opening your text book.

“That creepy fuck?” He almost yells. “Stay away from him.”

“That's the plan.” You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hyunjin leans over, his lips brushing your ear. “Do you wanna get a drink after this?” He asks.

You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class. At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.

“Drink?” Hyunjin asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub. You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hyunjin. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.

“Let's get you out of here.” Hyunjin laughs, pulling your arm.

“I don't wanna go hooooomeeee.” You whine. “Stupid Minho is there.”

“What'd he do?” Hyunjin asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.

“I'm not his tyyyypee.” You exaggerate.

“But you're everyone's type.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Especially mine.”

“No..” you hiccup. “No No don't do that.”

“Do what?” He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.

“Hellooooo?” You answer, moving away from Hyunjin's close face.

“Where are you?”

“Minho?” You ask.

“Yes, Y/N, Where are you?” He asks again.

“Why do you even care?” You wonder.

“Y/N. Please, just tell me.” He sighs.

“I got a drink with Hyunjinnie.” you giggle. “That turned into 6.. I think he's trying to kiss me.” You whisper.

“At the pub by school?” He asks.

“Yeah, we left. He's walking me home.”

“Stay there.” He deadpans. “I'm on my way.”

You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hyunjin walked over to you. “Who was that?”

“Minho.” You slur. “He told me to wait here.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I'm more than capable of taking you home, you know.” He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.

“Yeah, I know.” You smile. “I didn't ask him to come.” You chuckle.

“Doesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you. And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him.” He huffs.

“It's complicated Hyunjin..” you sigh. This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.

“Complicated how?” He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.

“More drinks.” You huff, Hyunjin in tow. Hyunjin chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Minho busted through the door.

It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Minho walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hyunjin, but drunk you weren't the best at hiding.

“Minho.” Hyunjin says, placing his hand on Minho's chest to stop him. “She's fine with me. You can go.” He finishes.

Minho looks down at Hyunjins hand, swatting it off of him. “She's fine with you, huh?” He laughs. “After you tried to kiss her?” Hyunjin doesn't say anything. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jisung I'd bring you home.”

“So you're not here because you want to be.” You sigh, standing up. “Jisung sent you?”

“Yeah.” Minho responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hyunjin, towards the front door.

Minho follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. “I'm parked right there.” He says, pointing to his car.

You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Minho climbs into The driver's seat, turning around to look at you. “Why are you back there?” He asks.

“It's much safer back here.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Safer from what?” He asks, starting the car.

“Safer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type.” You yell.

“Y/N.. that's not..” he starts.

“Don't wanna hear it.” You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jisung tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jisung had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jisoo, seeing what she was doing.

[To: Jisooooo] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?

[From: Jisooooo] 10:05pm: Party at the EXO house. Come!!

You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Minho and Jisung watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.

“Y/N?” Jisung yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jisung's shadow in the door frame as you take off.

Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively house.

Jisoo came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.

“Y/N, this is Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.” She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.

The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you. ‘Wanna dance?” He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.

You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kai’s hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his, you are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Minho standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Dancing. What does it look like?” You ask.

Minho is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Minho's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.

“What the fuck, man?” Kai yells, shoving Minho back. “Y/N, Do you know this dude?” He asks.

You sigh, running your hand over your face. “He's my brother's friend.” You say. Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Minho. You grab Minho's wrist, pulling him outside the house.

“What are you doing here!?” You ask.

He chuckles a humorless laugh. “Why are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Why are you jealous? I'm not your..” you say before he cuts you off.

“Cut the shit.” He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Minho pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.

He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jisung's name flashes across the screen.

“Don't answer.” You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.

He swipes to answer. “Yeah?”

“Did you find her?” Jisung asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Minho's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.

“Yeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon.” He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .

“You lied to him.” You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.

“It's not a lie.” He smirks. “I do have eyes on you.” He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Minho moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.

“God damn.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.

“Fuck.” You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum in my pussy.” You breathe, bouncing harder. “I'm on birth control.”

Minho moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.

The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jisung is in the living room.

“Don't take off again, please.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“Night.” You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Minho and what this night meant for the two of you.

The next morning you wake up happy as fuck. Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jisung and Minho in the kitchen talking and laughing.

“What's your plan tonight, Y/N?” Jisung asks, popping a candy in his mouth.

“I'm not sure yet.” You smile, glancing at Minho. “What about you?” You ask your brother.

“Gonna have people over later, but first Minho and I are going on a double date.” He laughs.

“Oh?” You partially choke. “A date?”

“Yeah.” Jisung chuckles. “Minho has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jisoo and I are going to join them.” He explains. You look over at Minho, who won't look at you.

“Sounds fun.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” Minho pipes up. “It should be.”

[strangelysamantha]

F.Y.B.F ✧

rafe cameron x fem!reader.

warnings: infidelity/cheating, swearing, smut, 18+, MDNI! unprotected sex, use of the name baby and good girl.

summary: cheating on jj maybank with rafe cameron, after you and jj have a huge fight.

a/n: this song. ( i recommend listening to it while you read this story. it's my inspo) also i don't condone cheating, this is completely fictional, if you feel like you and your partner don't work, break up. don't put someone thru the pain of being cheated on. im just a silly story writer ok don't mind me :)

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"i'm not trying to fight with you about this jj. i just need to explain how i feel." you cross your arms together; he paces back and forth. "you are always making things bigger than they actually are." his words are harsh, and you sigh. "maybe, it's because you don't take me seriously." he chuckles, "can you give me a break?" you roll your eyes, anger seething. "this whole week has been a break, after break. i haven't blown up or asked for anything." he grabs a jacket shaking his head, "you are just too much. i need air." you frown, "YOU ALWAYS WALK OUT." jj ignores you, slamming the front door behind him.

jj storms off, and you hesitate. unsure if you want to follow him or give him space. you look down at your phone, a pool of guilt swarming your stomach. without a second thought, you dial the number in front of you. after a few rings, a low voice answers. "what did he do this time, baby?" you grimace at yourself, his smooth words hitting your stomach immediately. 'it was stupid. he never listens to me. nothing will ever get better." rafe tsks, "awh, well you shouldn't settle. especially for someone like jj." you look around your empty apartment, "i just want it to work." he's silent for a moment. "if you really wanted it to work with him, you wouldn't have called me." you close your eyes, conflicted. "are you busy rafe?" he hums, "of course not. come over."

you thank him, hanging up. you quickly change into clean clothes, fixing your hair, and touching up your make up. you hop into your car, the regret of meeting up with rafe fading away as you blare upbeat music, forgetting about your argument with jj. you arrive outside the cameron house, quickly turning your headlights off. you hurriedly sneak up to his front porch. you avoid knocking, sending him a simple text instead. he meets you downstairs, opening the door for you. "hey, sexy."

"sarah's not around, is she?" you wanted to avoid her too, knowing she'd expose your little secret if she actually knew about you and rafe. "coast is clear, come on." he grabs your hand, leading you upstairs, he pulls you into his room, his lips immediately crashing against yours, his hands roaming your body. you moan under his touch, he hastily pulls your shirt above your head. "oh i love that." he points to your bra, the design capturing his attention. he massages your boobs, his bulge grinding against you as he plants kisses around your chest.

"ive been waiting for you to call me." you bite your lip, "oh yeah?" he nods, smirking. "jj can't handle you, he doesn't deserve you." you hide your face in the crook of his neck, he grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to lock eyes with him. "you need a real man to take care of you." he pushes you on his bed, he gets on his knees in front of you. he takes off your pants, his lips kissing up and down your thighs.

"you are perfect." he slides your underwear down, and tosses it to the floor. he fits two fingers in your mouth, you coat them with your saliva. he uses his now lubricated fingers to stretch your pussy out. his mouth attaching to your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a quick speed. you throw your head back, your hands grabbing his hair. you whispered profanities under your breath. he pulled away momentarily to look up at you, "i'm gonna make you feel so good baby." you nod, "dont tease me." he grins, gripping your chin. "i wont."

he removes his pants, ushering you to lean back in the bed. he gently spreads your legs open, easing himself between your thighs. he slides into you, his hands holding your waist. "fuck i've missed your pussy." he allows you to adjust to his size, his cock straining against your soft hole. "fuck rafe, you fill me up." once you are adjusted to his size, he pulls out, moving you to your hands and knees. he slaps your ass, sliding in you again, at a quick pace. "you just can't get enough of me, can you baby?" you struggle to speak, his cock deep inside you. "rafe-" his hips continue to drill into you, "every time lover boy fucks up, you call me..." his hands grab at the flesh of your hips, "rafe please don't stop." you took your free hand to rub your clit. his cock was a perfect distraction from jj, you hadn't noticed the missed calls from him. you had stopped sharing your location with jj, knowing he would freak out if you were at rafe's house.

"such a good girl for me, go ahead and cum for me." he continued his persistent pace, you let your climax wash over you, rafe continued to catch his own high. he settled inside you for a second, then pulls out of you. he handed you a nearby towel, and you clean yourself off. "thanks." you now felt empty, and worse than earlier.

usually when you slept with rafe it never ended so suddenly, your heart started to ache slightly. "baby, don't give me that look." you shake your head, clearly in denial. "im not giving you a look..." he sighs, "i prolly wouldn't treat you better, but i'd do you better." he hesitates before continuing, "look, you're a great person. but i have too much on my plate right now. you'd feel neglected if you were actually with me." you nod, gathering your clothes. you put them back on, awkwardly sitting on the edge of rafes bed. he hands you your phone, "i hope it works out with jj, if not you know i'll always be around." you let out a soft laugh, "thanks rafe." he squeezes your thigh, running downstairs to get you a cup of water. you glance through your notifications.

you halt, reluctant to call jj. after seeing his concerned texts, you dial his number. "why did you turn your location off?" before he even muttered a hello, he is asking you multiple questions. "where are you?" you look around, your heart conflicted. "i'm with a friend, i just got upset by the fight. i'm sorry." you can hear jj sigh with relief, you take a deep breath. "i will call you when i get home." jj attempts to holds off but ultimately decided to ask regardless. "can i meet you there?" you hold back a smile. "yeah, i would love that. see you soon." jj softly said a goodbye. thankfully you hung up when you did, ward stormed into rafes room, "you're not my son." you shake your head, "no, sorry sir." you give him a respectful nod, maneuvering around him to exit rafe's room. you slide past rafe, escaping out of his front porch. he watches you escape. he shakes his head, drinking the water he had prepared for you. you quickly run to your car, rushing home so you can hopefully beat jj before he's there.

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i figured since i've wrote multiple stories about jj cheating, id make one with the reader cheating instead. lmaoo variety.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Chapter 1 Part 2 Preview

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not a full translation.

Mitsuhide: "Oh? It seems we have a guest."

Sasuke: "Pardon the intrusion. Lord Kenshin."

(Sasuke!)

While everyone's attention shifted, Sasuke casually walked in from the hallway.

Kenshin: "You're late. You finally caught up."

Sasuke: "Please don't go ahead on your own. Stalling the guards was pretty tricky."

Kenshin: "Struggling against just a few opponents? Pathetic."

Sasuke: "Being a ninja in this chaotic era is one of the worst jobs ever."

Sasuke: "But at least I got to meet my idol, Tokugawa Ieyasu, so I guess it's all good."

Ieyasu: "Huh? I think I just heard my name."

Sasuke: "Yes, can I shake your hand?"

Ieyasu: "Why are you holding out your hand so seriously? There's no way that's happening."

(Oh yeah, Sasuke's a history buff and a huge fan of Ieyasu.)

Kenshin gave Sasuke a piercing glare.

Kenshin: "Sasuke, stop wasting time. Where's Kanetsugu?"

Sasuke: "Kanetsugu is..."

Sasuke glanced towards the hallway, and someone gracefully entered the room.

Kanetsugu: "Where's Lord Kenshin?"

Kanetsugu: "Hm? The sliding doors are broken. Was there an attack?"

(This is my first time seeing Kanetsugu.)

Kanetsugu looked down at the broken sliding door as Ieyasu let out a sigh.

Ieyasu: "That's the work of your lord, you know?"

Kanetsugu: "I see. The blade technique is impressive."

Mitsunari: "Yes, it looks like the sharpness has been improved even more since the last time I saw it on the battlefield."

Ieyasu: "Don't start analyzing the door."

Sasuke: "This is serious. This is a valuable sliding door and a historical artifact."

Sasuke: "To the members of the Oda army, I'm really sorry."

Nobunaga: "You're the one apologizing?"

Sasuke: "Well, my boss would never apologize even if the world turned upside down, so I might as well apologize on his behalf."

Nobunaga: "That's an unusual statement. Interesting."

Nobunaga: "How about you join the Oda army as a ninja?"

Kenshin: "Oh? If you're trying to pick a fight, I'll gladly accept."

Sasuke: "Headhunting, huh? I'm honored. But first, let's use this for now."

Sasuke pulled out of his pocket a round, brown-shaped thing.

(Is that the kind of packing tape that's always found at hardware stores!?)

Hideyoshi: "Hey, what on earth are you planning to do in someone else's castle?"

Sasuke: "Don't worry. I'm just going to repair it."

Kanetsugu: "How exactly are you going to use that tool?"

Kanetsugu curiously crowded around Sasuke.

Sasuke: "This is something I recently developed, the Sticks-to-Anything Tape."

Sasuke: "It's a strong adhesive applied to a sturdy strip of paper."

(He's saying this so casually.)

Mai: "You can even make things like that? As expected from you, Sasuke!"

Sasuke: "Thank you; I have my background in astrophysics to thank."

Sasuke: "By the way, I originally came up with this at Yukimura's request to keep Lord Shingen from stealing sweets. Though that plan ended up being scrapped."

(Better not to wonder how he planned to stop Shingen with it.)

Sasuke: "Lord Hideyoshi, could you hold this for me?"

Hideyoshi: "Hmm? Like this?"

Sasuke: "Thanks. Kanetsugu, you hold that side."

Kanetsugu: "Why me? Hey, isn't it a bit off? Measure it precisely."

Sasuke: "Understood. Trying to minimize the area to avoid damaging a national treasure painting is tricky."

Kanetsugu: "Then, Keiji, you lend a hand too."

Keiji: "Alrighty!"

Masamune: "Need my help as well?"

Kanetsugu: "One-Eyed Dragon, I didn't say you could step into my view."

Masamune: "No need to be so wary."

Kanetsugu: "Don't speak to me so casually."

(I'm definitely not imagining Kanetsugu giving Masamune that glare.)

Hideyoshi: "Mitsuhide, stop grinning over there and help."

Mitsuhide: "Sorry, but I'm far too busy cheering you on."

Hideyoshi: "You're obviously just relaxing."

Mitsunari: "Then I'll help. I just need to put the adhesive here, right?"

Ieyasu: "Great, now I've got that thing on my sleeve. Don't touch me, and don't come near me!"

(Oh no! Ieyasu's kimono is all messed up.)

Still, the work somehow progressed, and Sasuke wiped the sweat from his forehead when he finished applying the tape.

Sasuke: "Phew, I managed to fix it somehow, thanks to everyone's help."

Kanetsugu: "The strength looks sufficient."

(I'd heard Kanetsugu's name many times as Kenshin's brilliant retainer, but…)

This was my first time meeting him in person.

(He looks so unapproachable, but since I finally got to meet him, I should introduce myself.)

Mai: "Kanetsugu, nice to meet you. My name's Mai."

As I stepped closer and extended my hand, Kanetsugu coldly avoided it.

Kanetsugu: "I haven't yet acknowledged you."

Mai: "W-What?"

(Hasn't acknowledged me?)

Startled by his harsh words, I returned his gaze, looking into his purple eyes.

Mai: "Could you tell me why? If I've made a mistake, I'll correct it."

Kanetsugu: "Hmph."

Kanetsugu: "I have no intention of accepting that you've become the lover of Lord Kenshin."

(That's the reason?)

(Wait, no, that's really unreasonable!)

Kenshin: "Kanetsugu."

Kanetsugu: "I apologize. Please forgive my immaturity in questioning my lord's thoughts."

Kanetsugu bowed his head quietly under Kenshin's low reprimanding voice.

Nobunaga: "Oh, so the strategist of Uesugi isn't fond of Mai?"

Hideyoshi: "What's wrong with our Mai? Go on, say it!"

Masamune: "We can't just let someone like him be around Mai, can we?"

Ieyasu: "Masamune, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Mitsuhide: "If you don't find this amusing, there's something wrong with you."

The warlords exchanged light banter, but their gazes were intimidating, creating a tense atmosphere.

Mitsunari: "Lord Kanetsugu, Lady Mai is a wonderful person."

Keiji: "I just met her, but I think so too."

Sasuke: "Everyone in the Oda army, you're all being overly protective; ahem, I mean, please calm down."

(He said overly protective.)

Sasuke: "To put it simply, Kanetsugu worships Lord Kenshin, so it doesn't matter who becomes his lover."

Sasuke: "He doesn't particularly dislike Mai, so please understand that."

(I've heard rumors about his devotion.)

(Apparently, Kanetsugu's loyalty is absolute; he's been completely devoted to Kenshin since he was young.)

Kanetsugu: "You're saying unnecessary things."

Facing the disgruntled Kanetsugu, Sasuke nonchalantly pushed up the bridge of his glasses.

Sasuke: "Kanetsugu is just being Kanetsugu."

Sasuke: "He's not a mother-in-law who refuses to accept a bride based on personal feelings."

Kenshin: "Bride, huh? That has a nice ring to it. Say it again."

Kenshin pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

Kenshin: "You think so too, don't you, Mai?"

[heartofwritiing]

home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

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@trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @highstonedcat

[onlymingyus]

I Hate to Admit

• pairing; lee jihoon x f reader • genre; angst • warnings; alludes to cheating in the past, arguments, tension -- no happy ending • w/c; 770 and some change  • i hate to admit - bang chan • don't listen in secret masterlist • a/n; this song is one of my favorite songs. it hits me right in the feels every single time. i was in a sad place when i wrote this, so i am sorry for that. thank you to @onlyhuis for betaing. i also hope you all don't mind a bonus posting 💕

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He took the same path every day, rarely looking up, but your voice caused Jihoon’s heart to clench and his eyes to lift today. You were talking on your phone, a pretty smile on your face. Ending your phone call, you slide the phone back into your pocket only to stop when you find the man looking at you. 

He missed you so much. He wanted to tell you that. You instantly put a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide. You made his heart beat faster, and his palms sweat. He felt warm around you as if you were the sun. 

“Jihoon…hi.” 

Your voice was quiet and timid, but that was to be expected after the fight and his avoiding your calls and texts. He didn’t want to read another text about how sorry you were when he knew it wasn’t real. 

“Hey.” 

Jihoon clears his throat, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his long hair. He knew he needed to get a haircut, but with everything going on…it had become the least of his worries. His eyes move over your face as he takes a step forward, his hands sliding into his hoodie to hind how nervous he actually was about seeing you now. 

“You look…really good, Jihoon. I–did you get any of my calls?” 

You watch as the man in front of you nods to answer your question. It made his answer sting that much more. You knew you didn’t deserve him to answer the calls or to even call you back, but it would have made things feel better. Easier? 

“I see–” 

“You look pretty, Y/N. Uh…” 

Jihoon’s words cut you off causing you to furrow your brows. He felt confused and in pain looking at you. He loved you so much and yet just looking at you hurt. He wanted to give you a second chance more than anything, but he had spent his time trying to forget. You watch Jihoon’s mouth start to open only for it to close again. 

He wanted to say something more, but you could see him processing it in front of you. In his mind, Jihoon was considering if you’d go out to coffee with him, and talk through everything that had happened. If maybe that could get you and him back to where you had been before it had all gone to shit so quickly. But as soon as the words started to form on his lips, Jihoon pushed them away knowing it was a bad idea. He hated to admit to himself that there was no saving this. 

“I hope you have a good day. I should get going. I gotta get to work.” 

Jihoon doesn’t wait for you to argue. He can see the hurt in your eyes, the way you want to try to change the past and present. He wanted to change it too, but he had spent too many nights already trying to do that. Walking past you, Jihoon doesn’t look back and you blink the tears from your lashes knowing it was what you deserved. 

With his studio door shut behind him firmly, Jihoon lets out his uneven breaths as his own tears threaten his eyes. He hated knowing that he had probably made you cry. That was one thing he had promised you while you were dating that he’d try not to do and yet he had lied. He had lied because you had lied. 

Sliding down in his chair, Jihoon blows out a deep breath before closing his eyes trying to push you from his head but instead, he can only remember more. He pictures your hand in his, your body against his, your lips meshing with his own. Fingers clench at the arms of his chair and Jihoon remembers asking you “Why, him? Why, Seokmin?” 

He remembers your eyes full of tears as you tried to think of how to lie your way out of it only to break down into apologies because you had been the one to cheat. You had cheated on him with one of his best friends. You had said you loved him and it had been a lie. 

Lifting his hand, Jihoon groans in annoyance pushing tears from his cheeks as he mutters to himself that he has to stop this. He had cried over you too many times. Every time a text came to his phone with another apology. Every time you had called him trying to tell him how much you loved him, Jihoon had cried because he loved you. 

“I gotta forget her. She's changed, just gotta let go.” 

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[coldgrapefruits]

Playing Pretend: Chapter 1

pairings: Light Yagami x Male! Reader

warnings: NO SMUT but heavy sexual tension, manipulative conniving d*ckhead Light Yagami, Reader is a heavy ride or die, Major character death, (rest tba…)

word count: 1,329

summary: tba

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(M/N) sits in the lobby of Yoshida Productions, along with his co worker Misa, waiting with her for her boyfriend, Light to arrive. He remembered the boy faintly, he went to the same highschool as him, but they weren’t exactly close. (M/N) sat, playing a game on his phone as Misa typed away on her flip phone, most likely texting Light about how excited she was to finally see him after so long.

 (M/N) groaned in frustration as he lost a game of Tetris. Just as he got ready to play another game, he heard Misa squeal in excitement. “Light!” (M/N) looked up to see the blonde running into the arms of a tall brunette young man who was fairly attractive. This didn’t surprise (M/N) though, Misa never stopped talking about Light’s looks, and (M/N) never doubted it. Misa may have been a bit of an airhead at times, but the woman was far from blind.

 (M/N) stood up and walked over to the two. “Light Yagami, right?” (M/N) said with an air of nonchalance. “Yeah, that’s me. And you are?” Light asked, politely. “(M/N)” He answered. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Though, I do wonder, why exactly are you waiting with Misa?” Light asked. Before (M/N) could answer, Misa cut him off. “I wanted you to meet him and see how you feel about him. We’re modeling together soon and have to be all couple like for the public. If you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll call it off.”  (M/N) cocked an eyebrow at that. She hadn’t told him that, she said the guy wanted to meet him. But it was obvious why. If (M/N) knew that the reason was so stupid, in his opinion of course, but also… they’re models…models have to do stuff like this all the time…. Long story short, he wouldn’t have shown up.

 (M/N) didn’t say anything however and went with it, nodding. “Well I’m glad you were so thoughtful, Misa. I’d definitely like to get to know you better, (M/N). You’ll be playing my girlfriend’s boyfriend for some time after all.” Light said, still quite chill. (M/N) was impressed by the guy’s maturity. Based on Misa’s reason for them meeting each other, he expected the guy to be a total jackass who reeked of insecurity. “Likewise” (M/N) responded.

The lobby was filled with an awkward silence for a bit before Misa spoke up, “Come on. We should have dinner together! It’ll help you two get more comfortable with each other!” The two men muttered and nodded in agreement, following behind the flamboyant woman.

During the walk, Misa was of course the most talkative of the trio. Her rambling consisting of future plans, moments she had while at work, and a few mentions of (M/N)’s catalog. Eventually the three stop in front of some random burger place. (M/N) frowned in confusion, “Misa, didn’t you say that you try to avoid greasy things before filming?” Misa pouted slightly, “One burger won’t hurt, plus I’m sure Light doesn’t wanna chat over a salad.” Light chuckled, “Yeah, sorry, but I’m not really a salad kinda guy.” (M/N) hummed, not really caring to press on the matter further.

The three walk in, hit by the smell of fast food. They walk up to the counter, everyone ordering what they like. (M/N) sat quietly in his chair, waiting for Misa and Light to do the same. Light sits across from him, Misa sliding in beside Light. “So, what made you get into the modeling industry?” Light asked suddenly. “I always wanted to be on billboards when I was younger. My mom said that only people who are dead, criminals, or models get put up there. The first two didn’t sound too appealing.” (M/N) said, sipping his drink. Light let out a little shocked laugh, “Well that’s quite the reason…” (M/N) nodded, setting his drink down and putting his hands in his pockets. “I hear you’re in the police force. That’s quite impressive, you look quite young.” Light waved his had dismissively, “I’m just helping out on a case, I’m still a college student. My dad works on the force though. He’s a Chef.” (M/N) hummed a little, “So… how did you and Misa meet exactly?” Light seemed to hesitate in for a moment, before Misa butted in, “We met at a cafe. He looked really cute so I decided to ask him out.” (M/N) noticed how Light noticeably sighed in relief as Misa told him how they met. “Definitely a lie, but it was none of my business I guess…” (M/N) thought.

“So you said you’re helping on a case, right? What case?” (M/N) changed the topic. “Oh, I’m actually working on the Kira case.” Light answered. (M/N)’s eyes visibly widened in shock at that. “The Kira Case? That’s a little too serious of a case for someone who’s not even a graduate student don’t you think?” Light scoffed, a bit of pride in his voice, “For most, yes. But I’ve had a gift for solving cases from a young age.” (M/N) still was a bit off put that someone who wasn’t even technically in the force was working on such a high stakes case, glancing over at Misa who munched on some fries while the two spoke.

“So, you have any questions for me? I’ll be quite close to your girlfriend for a while after all.” Light thought for a moment before answering, “Yeah, it’s actually a question I’ve wanted to ask you since I saw you, Do I know you from somewhere?” (M/N) nodded, “We went to Highschool together, I was in senior year when you were a Junior.” Light made an ‘ah’ sound, finally remembering. “Yeah I remember now, you weren’t very talkative, there was a rumor that you were mute or something.” (M/N) was well aware, he had a few people he was close too while just trying to get by in school. “Yeah… I hated that place.” Light nodded, “Yeah, it’s definitely great to be out of Highschool. I’m assuming you aren’t in college?” (M/N) answered, “I am actually. I’m just a part time student.” Light looked visibly shocked, “Really? What’s your major?” “Chemistry.” (M/N) responded. “Wow, a model and STEM major. Quite the ladies man huh? Maybe I don’t want you working with my girlfriend. You might take her from me.” Light joked.

(M/N) dryly chuckled at the man’s comment, “She’s all yours, trust me.” Misa scoffed at this, “Hey! I’m a very lucky catch thank you very much!” “Never said you weren’t. You’re just not my type.” (M/N) said without batting an eye. Misa huffed, still a bit annoyed. Light smiled “Well good to know. Are you dating someone or anything?” “Nah, I’m not really interested in anything at the moment.” Light smirked, “So you’re the playboy type, huh? Hey, I can’t blame you. You probably see too many pretty ladies to settle on one.” (M/N) shrugged, “I guess you could say that. I’m just not a fan of having someone I need to keep in touch with constantly. I need my space, ya know?” Light nodded, “I get that. A pretty girl who makes you feel happy is nice, but sometimes being alone is all you need.” Misa chimed in, “Glad to see you two getting along well, but we can’t stay in here too long, fans might start coming in.” (M/N) nodded, throwing his food away and grabbing his drink. Light and Misa followed, all of them exiting the restaurant. As they walked back, instead of just Misa talking like last time, all of them comfortably conversed with each other.

They all finally made it back to the agency, Light getting ready to leave. “It was nice meeting you (M/N). Hopefully we get to see each other again.” (M/N) smiled “Same here. Be safe on your way back.” “I will.” Light said, turning to Misa and hugging her goodbye before walking out of the building with one last wave.

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a/n: This is kinda a rough draft (maybe? Idk if I’m going to come back and fix it before I continue writing), also, apologies if Misa comes off as the classic “female in the way of mlm ship” archetype. I don’t plan on making her some unlikable character, because I personally don’t mind her.

[wardingshout]

Hi!! I just wanted to say that the way you draw characters/use colors in your art is an absolute dream, I've never seen anything prettier. Do you have a specific way you pick/use colors, or any advice for coloring? You inspire my art so much, and I'd love to learn how to color like you someday :)

@braventheninth gonna reply to both of you here hope that's cool!

aaaah thank you so much I'm really honoured to hear you both like it and that it inspires you anon !! ;v; I don't actually know much about art theory-wise, aside from very basic colour theory that I always forget so most of my choices are pretty instinctual and based on my own preferences!

i can do my best to explain my thought process though! uuh it is. lots of text though just as a warning.

one thing I tend to do with almost everything is pick what kind of colour mood I'm going for! usually, since I love orange and also warm feelings, I'll aim for some kind of warm tone and when doing that I try to slide every colour I pick towards the warm end of the colour wheel. Blacks and whites are especially good for this! As a general thing I almost fully avoid picking any colours along those edges of the colour picker

instead I'll move all my colour choices a nudge into the square for the colours towards the tone I want (in this case warm) (the white is there be warm too I just forgor to type it).

and since I wanted warm colours for this drawing I desaturated the blue of Brain's pants so it would fit in better. I once heard someone say you should always pick one main colour and saturate fully and the further away from it on the colour wheel you got, the more desaturated your colours should be. I don't really do that bc I like my colours to stay bright but I do keep it in mind to mess around with sometimes.

I'm not always great at keeping this consistent, but I think it usually makes for pretty decent results... Other things I keep in mind are that when I pick the colour for my shadows I always make a little slide on the colour wheel towards the opposite tone of what I based my main colours on. oh and picking the right base colours ?? no clue tbh I always put every colour on it's own layer and then I spend a couple minutes adjusting them all seperately until I feel like they go well enough together. I usually avoid the bottom to right section of the square fully, bc I find they often get oversaturated and muddy, but that's just a personal preference I guess.

also since I enjoy the way coloured lineart works for my stuff I tend to mess around with layer settings for my lineart! usually the end results will look something like this:

where the clipped layer is clipped on to my colours folder. lineart is the only place where I just use plain black since I'm gonna change it with these layer settings later. it often still shows up as black for darker colours (and especially blues?) but it keeps a slightly coloured edge that I enjoy. if the blacks of the end result don't look good, messing around with the layer opacity usually changes stuff up. sometimes I'll also erase part of the lineart from one of the layers as a way to adjust.

I think what might be more relevant though, is the way I've been picking my colours for most of my recent posts though, which is. very differently. and also quite dependant on the fact I've been drawing on Tegaki! Tegaki has a limited colour palette that looks like this

only the 6 colour slots next to the bottom greyscale can be replaced by your own colours. As shown here I only bothered to add something to half of them; mainly the beige-ish colour I like to use for whites, a brown that I never use bc it's ugly with everything else here and a purple? that I only Think I added. both the brown and purple suffer from being too desaturated for the rest of the palette, which makes them stand out in a pretty bad way when used tbh.

I have. absolutely no idea what I'm doing with colours on this site though ngl. I think it just automatically pushes you to be a little more chaotic with the choices? a simple example is the green I picked for Link's tunic here doesn't really have any good, easy choice for shading imo. most of the "darker" green tones just feel more saturated, and it sticks out pretty bad as a shading colour for the more muted green I picked for the tunic. Removing those, the choice was either a mossy green or a blue.

and while the mossy green is still green, it feels far too dark a shading colour compared to what I picked as shading for the rest of the drawing. The blue has the added bonus of being closer to the purple I used for the black-ish parts.

I think my point is that it's really easy to push yourself to make some fun new choices when the tools you're using limit you a bit in a way? Looking at it now, I'm also seeing that the hands were lined with very different colours. I remember just thinking that I couldn't be bothered to find the exact same purple I used for the first hand so I just went with the first thing I landed on, that being a pink. But now I think it works pretty well since the one hand is lifted a bit more into the light and that goes well for a bright colour like pink. happy accidents and all that right ?

I am fully just yapping at this point 🧍 but the point still goes for most things drawn on this site.

like there was no reason to add the blues or reds or pinks to the heather here but I only had so many purple shades to work with. it might be less realistic but I don't think it would've come out as well if I had stuck to only the purple shades from my reference photo.

This ended up way way too long and I have no idea if any of it made sense or was helpful at all, but it was surprisingly fun to reflect on my own choices a bit more! especially since I often just do whatever I feel like I think it's helpful to sit back and consider what instinct actually tells me it's the right thing to do.

in an attempt to do something actually helpful uuh I recommend messing around with 2 specific things and switching around with them a bit; namely limited colour palettes (like 1 or 2 main tones imo) and then just going absolutely ham and just using whatever colour for everything (make them orange! put some blue and purple on the bark! leaves can be blue if they want to! (go more ham than I did tbh))

I think just messing around does so much for making some kind of sense of colours even without Knowing how they work. it's easy to say we should all study, but personally I'm pretty bad at it and it's more fun to just trial and error it... errors do happen a lot though omg do they happen, but that's helpful for figuring stuff out too!

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Right After All: Part Seven

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: You've studied so hard to be a nurse but you're finding yourself wanting to go on more hunts with Sam and Dean. After you've convinced them to let you go on a vampire hunt, you don't realize how exhilirating it is.

Right After All Masterlist

Square Filled: gas station for @spnclassicbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You and Clarissa haven’t talked since Disneyland, and you’ve been avoiding her. You told her that you love her boyfriend. What sister would be okay with that? Clarissa is a very emotional person and you hate doing anything to upset her. You never wanted to come between them. Still, you have to face her eventually so you go to the Bunker knowing she’s been staying here since you got back from Disneyland.

You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer it, and you’re kind of disappointed when Sam does.

“Hey, come in.”

“Thanks. Is Clarissa here?” He doesn’t have to answer because you see her in the war room about to head up the metal stairs. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you. We should talk.”

“I gotta run but I’ll see you at home.” Your heart drops knowing she is avoiding you but she pulls you in for a hug. “It’s going to be a girls weekend, okay? I’m taking you out.”

“Okay.”

She pulls away from you and leaves the Bunker with a smile on her face. She doesn’t seem all that upset. Then again, she’s a good actress. Once she pretended to be nice to you for a family gathering but then when you were alone, she gave you the meanest cold shoulder. You forget why you two were fighting.

“What was she doing here?” you ask Sam.

“I don’t know. She’s been in Dean’s room the whole time.”

Speaking of, Dean walks into the war room and tenses when he sees you. Oh no. What the hell did Clarissa tell him? Shit. Of course, she’d tell him that you’re in love with him. God, you shouldn’t have said anything.

“If you’re looking for Clarissa, you just missed her.”

“I know. I saw her.”

You and Dean try to avoid each other’s eyes and Sam looks at both of you.

“Okay, I found a case.”

“A hunt?” you ask with interest. “Can I come?”

“You want to go hunting with us?”

“Yeah. The last time was fun. What are you hunting?”

“A nest of vampires.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you shrug.

“Easy? Have you ever used a machete before?” Dean asks.

“Yes, have you?” you tease.

Dean finally cracks a smile and shakes his head without answering your question.

“What about your job?”

“Look, I love being a nurse and helping people but after Disneyland, I realize the best way to help people is to hunt. Isn’t that what it’s all about? To help as many people as I can? I can still be a nurse but it won’t be in a hospital.”

“What about the internship? You worked so hard for it,” Sam says.

“Yeah, I did, but that was before. All I know is how I feel now, and I want to learn how to be a hunter. Who better to help me than the best.” You smirk. “Unless you’d like me to go to someone else, you know, who isn’t the best.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Dean playfully glares at you.

“Does that mean I can come?”

“Fine.”

“The more the merrier,” Sam chuckles.

“Yay!”

You don’t have a lot to pack so it doesn’t take you long to pack the car up with what you need. Sam and Dean take longer than you so you’re inside the car with your feet on the dash, talking to Clarissa on the phone.

“Looks like I’m going hunting with them. A nest of vampires, according to Sam. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for our weekend.”

“Good. You really like doing this kind of work, don’t you?”

“I do,” you smile. “Listen, are we okay? You know, after Dis--”

“We’ll talk when you get back, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You don’t feel any better about the situation. Sam and Dean join you in the car and put the bags into the trunk.

“Feet off the dash,” Dean says and slides behind the wheel.

“Yes, sir,” you say sarcastically, but you don’t miss the way his jaw ticks and how he shifts on the seat.

For the first few hours, you listen to your own music and play games on your phones, but by hour five, Dean turns down the music and glances over at you.

“So, tell me how you think you kill a vampire.”

“Okay.” You put away your phone and shift so you’re facing him. Sam is sitting sideways with his legs stretched across the back seat. Even in that position, he has to bend his legs since they can’t fit all the way.

“Stake through the heart? Put it in sunlight?” You think that’s funny but Dean doesn’t laugh. Sam chuckles but he coughs to cover it up when he sees his brother’s look. “I’m guessing that’s wrong?”

“No. Decapitation is the only way to kill one of them. That’s why we have machetes. Listen, they’re strong but you’re craftier. Whatever you do, don’t let their blood get in you--through eyes, open wounds, or the mouth. You’ll turn into one of them. If you do happen to get turned, don’t drink human blood. There’s a cure for vampirism but it won’t work once you fully transition into one.”

“Got it.”

It’s a lot but you’re not going to let it scare you. You chose this. You have to be okay with everything that comes with hunting. Dean stops for gas and Sam goes inside to get something to eat and to stretch his legs. You stand off to the side with your machete in hand and practice swinging it. You don’t think it will be hard to slice a head off the body but it can’t be easy. You three are the only ones at the gas station so you’re not worried about scaring someone with your machete.

Dean puts the gas nozzle back into the hook and looks at you. He chuckles to himself when he sees you swinging the machete around. He looks at Sam to see him still browsing the food so he walks over to you carefully.

“Careful there, slugger. You might take an eye out,” he jokes.

“Sorry. I’m just practicing.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Am I doing it wrong?”

“Your stance is off. If you stand like this,” he spreads his legs slightly and turns his body slightly toward you, “then you’ll swing more smoothly.” You try to copy his stance but you look as stiff as a board. “Here, let me show you.”

Dean presses his body to your back and you immediately freeze. He grabs your hips and turns you while keeping your legs where they are. He kicks your right foot lightly and you move it further by a couple of inches. His fingers trace up your body and to your arms. Goosebumps follow his fingers as they make their way down to your hand. He wraps his big hand around yours so you’re both holding the machete. He keeps one hand on your hips and turns you slightly before swinging the machete down. Your heart is racing a million miles a second. This shouldn’t be happening.

“See how much easier that feels?”

“Yeah, it does,” you whisper.

Dean’s hand flexes on your hips as if he’s holding back from exploring your body. You turn in his arms and look into his beautiful green eyes. What you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now. His eyes dip to your mouth but before anything can happen, Sam calls for you two.

“Hey, you guys good?”

“Are we good?” Dean asks you, his voice low.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

Dean’s the one to break away from you and you feel sad that you can’t feel his body anymore. You only have two more hours to go. Two more hours locked in a car with Dean. The sheriff is waiting for you when you three arrive in town.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with us,” Sam says and shakes his hand.

“Of course. Thanks for coming. We’re having a bit of a crisis here. Our small town doesn’t do well with back-to-back murders. Well, supposed murders.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not a single body has been found. People go missing and everyone speculates that they’ve been murdered. It’s a small town. No one ever leaves and if they do, we know exactly why--money, new job, marriage--people don’t disappear from here.”

“Do you have any theories?”

“I don’t want to start drama but a new family moved into town on Old Miller Farm. Justin Miller, bless his soul, got sick and sold his farm to the first person he could get to buy it. They’re weird, won’t talk to anyone, and they only come out at night. They’ve got everyone freaked but they haven’t broken any laws.”

“We’ll take care of it, Sheriff. Thank you for speaking with us.”

Old Miller Farm is the next stop, and there is a small space for the Impala to park where you can see the farmhouse in clear view. If they are vampires, then they won’t show themselves until the sun has gone down, and they do. As soon as the sun disappears beneath the horizon, they file out of the house. Two of them sneak to the back of the property at a place where you can still see from the car. There is a huge woodchipper and tornado shelter doors that lead further underground. The vampires outside talk to each other for what seems like hours before heading back inside.

The two vampires by the woodchipper open the storm doors and head down into the shelter before returning with two bodies slung over their shoulders. Even from where you are, you know they’re dead. One of them starts the machine and the other tosses a body into the shipper. Seconds later, the entire body is shredded only to be fed through the chipper again. Whatever is left over is poured into buckets. You’re not sure where they plan on taking the contents but if they have pigs, no one will ever find their remains.

“God, this is horrible,” you sigh and look away from it.

“They must be doing this to hide the bodies. Feed them to the pigs and everyone is none the wiser,” Sam says.

“So, how are we going to do this?” you ask.

“Well, you’ll stay here and Sam and I will--”

“Excuse me,” you cut him off, “I did not travel a thousand miles with you to stay in the car. I’m here. I want to help. Look, I might not be ready to take a nest on by myself but I can distract. Use me.”

Sam and Dean look at each other in silent conversation.

“Fine,” Sam stutters. “You distract from the front and we’ll sneak in the back.”

“Alright, if you’re going to go in there, you need to know a few things,” Dean says. All three of you get out of the car and Dean opens the trunk where the weapons are. He takes out two syringes from the bag. “This is Dead Man’s Blood. It won’t kill them but it’s like poison. It’ll take it down to where you can kill it, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod and take the syringes.

You wait for the vampires to be done crushing the bodies before you three head to the house. You break off from the brothers and walk to the front door. Sweat forms on your hairline but you try to keep calm. Vampires have super hearing. They’ll hear your racing heart and smell your fear. They’ll know something is up before you can distract them. You take two deep breaths before knocking on the door. A woman answers it and she looks dirty like someone just picked her off the street.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“Yeah, my car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone?” You point to the Impala which can be seen from the house. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Are you alone out there?”

“Yeah, can I use your phone? My cell died.”

“Sure. Come in.”

She opens the door wide enough to squeeze you in, and you have to stop the gag when you smell how bad she is. There are half a dozen people inside, all of whom are staring at you like you’re a piece of meat. You keep your eyes cast downward and follow the woman into the kitchen where the wall phone is. There is another woman inside eating something red. You don’t want to know what it is.

“Thank you.” You pick up the phone and dial your sister’s number. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up. She doesn’t and you chuckle nervously at the two women who are staring at you. “Damn, she’s not answering. Let me call someone else.” You dial Dean’s number knowing his phone is on silent. He doesn't answer it so you hang up with a slight blush on your cheeks. “Sorry to waste your time. It looks like no one is answering.”

“Do you need shelter for the night? There’s an extra bed here,” the woman offers.

“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you any longer. It’s okay. I’ll charge my phone in the car and call a tow truck.”

You turn to leave but she blocks your path.

“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” You open your mouth to answer but you hear a loud thump coming down the stairs. She hears her friends shout in anger and she turns to you with deadly eyes. “Hunters.”

She bares her fangs and lunges at you, pinning you to the wall. You grab one of the syringes and stab her in the neck, emptying it into her system. She cries out and stumbles back but you’re not free yet. The other woman runs at you and slams her body into yours. She knocks you over the kitchen table and onto the floor. You reach into your jacket pocket and unsheath your machete but the female vampire is too quick for you. She kicks the machete out of your grip and steps on your hand. You scream out in pain just as she leans down to attack, and the kitchen door slams open. Dean rushes in and slices his machete through the air and right through her neck.

“Are you okay?” he asks and helps you up with your good hand.

“Yeah, just a bit bruised. I don’t think it’s broken.”

The vampire you injected with Dead Man’s Blood writhes on the ground, moaning in pain, and Dean yanks her up by her hair.

“Wanna kill your first vampire?” he asks.

You flex your injured hand, deciding that it’s okay enough to grip the machete. You pick up your machete from the ground and twirl it in your hand.

“Yes.”

You do what Dean taught you to do and bring the machete down on her neck. Her head falls to the ground and rolls to the side, and you gasp at the shock of it.

“Look at that. You’re a natural,” Dean smiles.

The kitchen door slams open and you and Dean look at Sam.

“We gotta go. The cops were tipped off.”

Party’s over. You don’t bother cleaning up your mess knowing the police will either cover it up or make some excuse as to why the new family in town is no longer living there. You’re back home earlier than you thought you’d be, but you stay home to unwind from the case before hanging out with Clarissa. She made a spa appointment for you two on Friday, which is a good thing since your body aches from being thrown over a kitchen table.

“I saw them, Claire. They shoved those bodies into the woodchipper, but I killed my very first vampire. It was exciting. It was awesome. Dean was awesome. You should have been there.”

“Nah, that’s your thing. Spas are kind of my thing,” she chuckles.

You lean back on your chair and sigh happily.

“This is nice, too.”

You and Clarissa are alone in the room to unwind before they call you back and give you a massage, and Clarissa looks at you with a sigh.

“I gotta tell you something. We should talk about Disneyland.”

Yep, there is it. Hunting took your mind off this conversation but now you’re forced to confront your feelings.

“I know. Look, it wasn’t fair for me to--”

“No, let me talk first.”

“Okay.”

You sit up and remove the face mask off your face so you can see her better. She does the same and tosses the mask into the trashcan.

“When you saw me in the Bunker earlier this week, I was there to break up with Dean. We’re not dating anymore.”

Wow. You were not expecting her to say this. You blink rapidly as you try to think of a response.

“Oh, wow, I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said at Disneyland and it’s true. I don’t love Dean. I’m ashamed to say I only kept him around for selfish reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I really did like him in the beginning but he’s not the man for me. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He loves you.”

Okay, now you don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything.

“Are you okay?” you ask once you find your voice.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve been talking to this guy for a while. Dean knows about him. I’m not a cheater so I ended things with Dean so I can be with this guy. His name is Asher. He’s rich and loves spending his money, especially on me.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a man who has a lot of money. It doesn’t make Clarissa shallow. That’s just what she’s into.

“Well, I’m happy for you. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Yeah, but I think you should be with Dean. You two are clearly meant for each other, and I didn’t want to hold you back from who makes you really happy. What kind of sister would I be if I kept him from you?”

“Thank you, Clarissa,” you smile with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t mention it. Oh, and I know you switched the presents on our birthday. I know he got me that gun.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, at a loss for words.

Dean was single for the entire hunt. He was single when he held you in his arms. He was single when he held your hips. He’s yours for the taking. How the hell are you going to bring this up to him?

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[javishifts]

25 Days of Shiftmas! MHA DR ｡𖦹°‧

⌗ 𝟗. snowflakes ; What are some headcannons you have about people in your dr?

I have soooooo many for everyone but I'll cut them down to the ones I interact with the most

Izuku

broski can fall asleep ANYWHERE. We found him face-down snoozing on the coffee table thing in the common room

can't lie to save his life

loves dinosaurs; me and him bond over it (my favourite is a deinonychus, look it up)

swears he isn't judgemental but gives the nastiest side eyes ever

on edge at all times. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder to ask him something and he quite literally jumped out of his own skin and almost used air force on me. Bless his heart

biggest back in the class

Bisexual critter

Katsuki

loves kicking the back of people's knees

very clingy when he's tired

his mom is one of those who signed their kid up for everything so he has a bunch of random talents

Massive Kendrick Lamar fan; Mina complains about his 'spitting bars' all the time

loves anything outdoorsy (I think we all knew this)

occasionally uses me as an armrest; I'm like 3 inches shorter than him but he still does it

his mom posted a picture on Facebook of him as a baby wearing a bear onesie and it was actually the cutest thing ever; Denki would not let him hear the end of it for 2 months straight

Pansexual; bro likes what he likes what can I say

"I'd rather shove my fingers up my nose and nuke my brain so you idiots have to watch it all ooze out" - his response when Mina wanted to do his makeup

Shoto

has a bit of 'tism i think

says 'no shit' a lot

has very deadpan humor

sometimes we train together; He makes ice spikes shoot up from the ground or blasts fire in my direction while I use my wind to avoid them or use it against him. He finds it funny when I lose my footing and slide down on his ice while I'm fighting for my life not to get impaled

we text back and forth the most random things in the middle of the night it's actually so funny

My nose just started bleeding I know I did that Telepathically How dare you

there's this one picture of me and him looking at someone with a disgusted face during our work studies that Izuku took and the class used it as a meme for weeks it was hilarious

Straight but was fully convinced he was gay once for no particular reason

silliest

Ochaco

unhealthy obsession with cinnaroll from sanrio; Momo bought her a huge plushy of it for her birthday and she cried

does little excited hops

her love language is physical touch; we were riding on the bus to the training camp together and she dozed off on my shoulder and it became my life's purpose to stay as still as possible

we're both huge space geeks; I got her a solar system model for her dorm and she got me a NASA tapestry

Is kinda chubby but she's got the craziest sleeper build

Bisexual

Momo

always, and I mean ALWAYS, has her nails done with french tips; material girl fr

literally the sweetest soul ever

we always have spa nights in her room because she has a massive stash of face masks and skincare products

devious at times; once snuck up behind me and started strangling me WITH MY OWN BRAID. I was talking to Sero and Kiri when she did it and they started laughing their asses off and rolling around on the floor

her wardrobe consists of designer brands

uses 'oh!' as a reaction a lot like that one tiktok audio

I have this habit of poking people in the side right below their ribs cuz it's fun; I've done this to Momo so many times to the point where she keeps her arms glued to her sides at all times around me

She gets so worried and insecure for no reason; Her and Shoto were in a talking stage for a while and ended up setting up a little coffee date and she would keep asking me what clothes or perfume she should wear and how to do her hair like girly just calm down you're perfect 😭

Straight; never really put much thought into it

Hanta

we make dance tiktoks together

we had a Minecraft server for a while until he killed my dog and blew up my house. I didn't talk to him for two days until he apologized by buying me a keychain that looks like Runo (my actual dog)

loves wearing beanies; has a whole collection of them

has one of those wheezing laughs

thinks saying 'I'm gonna touch you' with no warning whatsoever is the funniest thing in the world. I laughed a total of two times mostly because it was so out of context

Tugged on my braid really hard during training once and almost made me fall back; I chased him and strangled him with it

actually crazy at Mario kart

we were taking turns insulting each other for no reason at all and I called him a power ranger from temu because of his costume and let me tell you, his face dropped so fast and he turned around and walked away. I laughed SO hard at him bro everyone in the common room at the time was concerned for my life because I was coughing so much after

We were making a tiktok when some of us were training in gym gamma and you can just see Izuku and Kats just beating the shit out of each other in the background; it got over a million likes and people used it as a meme for the longest time

will randomly tape peoples mouth shut when they're talking; his current fave to do this to is Monoma and he gets so pissed LMAO

These aren't really headcanons I know but I treated it as if I've shifted and experienced these things firsthand

[study-core-101]

How to do Visual Supports/Aids for an Oral Presentation

A Power Point, a poster, a Canva presentation. It is so easy to get them wrong to the point they end up being more an annoyance than a helpful tool. There are a few things to keep in mind to avoid these:

1. They are VISUAL, not blocks of texts

When you are doing the presentation, your visual supports helps your audience connect the ideas you are explaining (with arrows, diagrams, etc) and help you remember what you should say next. If you forget what you have to say, the information needs to be easy to find in your visual support. This means:

NO blocks of text

NO small text

NO hard to read font

NO extra information

NO compressing of information

NO images as background

What you should do instead to make it easier to find and read:

Use a big and undertandable font

Use arrows, diagrams, concepts maps, etc. Anything that isnt a block of text

Separate ideas with font size. Title: gigantic. Primary ideas: Major big. Secondary ideas: big

Only write the nessesary information, dont overwrite (we'll revise this later)

Look at these. If you were in front of your professor and needed to quickly check for a number, a word or a concept you forgot, which one would you rather find when you turn your head to your visual aid?

It looks hard to make your aids look like that, but there are a lot of pre-made presentations you can use. I personally like Canva for that but if you know how to use (really use, the whole tricky trick thing) Power Point/Prezzi/LibreOffice are literally heaven.

2. Dont put unnesasary images

They dont help you. You ignore. Your audience ignores it. At most, it makes you waste seconds when you try to look up the info. Why is it there? Because there is an empty space and you want to fill it. Because the presentation is a block of text and you want to make it look more presentation-like. If you wont use it, dont put it. Save the space for graphs or symbols that help identify what you are saying (ex: you are talking statistics, put ten symbols of people and paint them in different colors according to your numbers). Negative space is better than a distracting image that turns away your focus of the important stuff

3. Only write important information

This is probably the hardest thing to do. In your presentation, time and space is limited; you cannot explain everything, you have to pick. And in your visual aid, specially so. My way of picking what to write is the next:

Divide your presentation in the big topics. Like, the titles of all you are covering.

For each title, think what are all the important concepts (or ideas) you have to explain in your presentation. Shortly, a few words each

Define those concepts. Not more than a line or two

Is there ant other information you cannot miss at all?

Now you have all the parts. Write only these and not even that. Sometimes, you dont need to write Point 3. When you are speaking, you can should expand the concepts, add examples, etc but in your visual aid, a few words/sentece is all you need

4. Keep it topic-appropiate

When you are preparing you aid/support, of course you are going to use different colors and add some shapes to keep it dynamic. But! if you are presenting consequences of child abuse for your psych class, adding the rainbow of colors and flowers may be a little bit insensible. Keep in mind what you are presenting, use appropiate colors/colors that fit (scale of greys for sensible topics, greens for nature, blue for corporate/bussiness and like that).

5. Have a secuence

Both your presentation and your visual aid have to be organized. There needs to be a logical order and no repetition. For your presentation you should have a draft/guide and that order should be the same for you aid. If you are presenting a problematic, you start talking about the causes and your first slide has to be the causes. Next what it involves so your slide has to have the topic and like that. The order in which you speak and the order in your aid have to be the same and they have to be organized

Now that we covered the basics, go luck with your presentation!