#if i wanted to get to another stop id have to walk across a whole ass highway

[vagueshape]

I hate my city's public transport system and I hate that I have to rely on it

[chuluoyi]

A suggestion: a drunk Satoru! Maybe in the middle of his slurring he delulu seeing Suguru, the rest is up to you! <3

wasted

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend is a very uncooperative drunk, and chaos (read: innuendo) caused by it ensues.

genre/warnings: a crack fic, takes place during gojo's past arc because i just love that setting so much, slight profanity, mildly suggestive

notes: okay nonnie, i have some ideas regarding this *wink*

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Gojo Satoru is straight up a bad drunk. He even said so himself, and everyone could attest to that.

So why did you let him drink at this godforsaken bar?

"Shokooo!" Satoru flailed his glass, wobbling on his feet. He sounded so unhinged that made the people next table gave him stink eyes. "Give me anoth-er! Anotheeeer!"

"Hells," Shoko winced at the sight, her hands moving the beer bottle away from his reach. "No, you're positively wasted."

You plucked the glass out of his hands. "Cut it out, Gojo. You're making a scene!"

"Anooo—" he hiccupped, his weight dangerously leaning on you in an attempt to get his glass back as well as forcing Shoko to grant him another cup. "—theerrr! Anotherrr! Shokooo! C'mon!"

"Do something about him! Or else we're going to be stuck here."

"I'm trying!"

This whole night was a total mishap. None of you are of age, and therefore neither of you should have gone out for drinks by falsifying your IDs. Shoko initially just invited you and Nanami, until the latter promptly declined when Satoru sprung out of nowhere and declared himself going.

He whipped his head so suddenly when the bell in the entrance of the bar jingled. A customer walked in, and he was a total stranger—neither you or Shoko recognized him.

“Oh my… isn’t that…”

But Satoru, teary-eyed in his drunken haze, seemed to see far beyond you did. "...Suguru? Suguruuuu!"

"Oh God, no!" You kept your hands on his waist tightly as he almost leapt out to barrel towards the poor stranger. "Shoko! Help!"

"Gojo, you shithead! He is not! Stop it!"

"But he is! Suguruuuu~!"

And so his thrashing and the ruckus he caused got the three of you kicked out of the bar. Shoko immediately washed her hands off him by saying that she was hopping to the next bar and left you struggling to keep your balance, with Satoru heavily leaning on you as the two of you trek across the road to Jujutsu High compound.

"Gojo���don't do that! Keep walking!"

"Mmmmm~" he slurred, swaying to the left and right as he pleased and you swore, one more time and you would fling him to the asphalt. "Why Gojo? It's Satoru! Sa-to-ru!"

"Come on you ass, we need to go back!" you hissed.

"Say my name first!"

And when he deliberately swayed dangerously to the side, you really let him go—and then he hit the sidewalk.

You wanted to scream. Satoru merely burst into a fit of giggles though.

Somehow, you managed to get him back. But this whole disaster didn't end there as right after you unlocked his door, he suddenly pushed his whole weight on you, making you bump into the counter.

"It hurts! Satoru, you idiot!" You scowled, rubbing your stinging shoulder—it would probably leave a nasty bruise. And it caught his attention. Satoru turned to you, his sparkly eyes boring right into yours.

"You're pwetty," he jabbed a finger at your face, slurring. You flinched at how close his finger to your eye socket was.

"Thank you." You swat his finger away, not in favor of the possibility of being blind tonight. "Now we must get you to the bed. Come—"

You apparently didn't know that alcohol could mess his system so much that it came as a total surprise when he crashed his lips onto yours without warning. "Mmfh!"

Satoru grabbed the back of your head and entangled his fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss. It was searing, his tongue attacking your mouth and sometimes bit your lips and he was so good—

He then led you to his bed, and tore your shirt open, his deft hands caressing and fondling everything your body had to offer, and for a moment even you felt drunk too. It was intoxicating how quickly he rendered you putty, how the blue in his eyes darkened with desire, and it was all for you—

"Sweetheart," he whispered in a low, scratchy voice. "Now, open up for me, yeah?"

You barely caught the meaning of his words when a finger inside you made you see stars. Your eyes widened, and your moans were muffled when he shoved his mouth again against yours. It was dizzying, and you felt lost in his arms, as he kept twisting his finger inside.

This certainly wasn't what you imagined it was going to be. You two were a couple, and couples fuck. But this... you had half a mind to push him away, and you were really going to, when he suddenly pulled away from the kiss, gazing at you with half-lidded, unfocusing eyes and sloppy grin.

"... really... you are..."

And to your horror, he suddenly collapsed, his full weight squashing you.

You blinked in disbelief. What just happened? You felt like a starfish pinned under a rock.

And all you could fathom now was that this grown-ass man child had left you aroused and wet down there.

When Satoru woke up the next morning, he was in a shocking amount of hangover. There was this dull ache in the back of his head and forefront of his temples, and he felt nauseous. He braced himself against the headboard, willing it to pass.

He had been drinking. He took a mental note not to ever drink again. He always feels so miserable afterwards. What possessed him to go for it last night? Darn him and his impulsivity.

He remembered thinking the world had became such a happy place. He remembered seeing Suguru and thinking he had come to give him a hug. He remembered you sulking against him, and you looked so freaking cute that he couldn't help but pounce on you altogether.

And that's where his memory blanked out. What happened afterwards?

Then he realized that you were beside him on this very bed. He looked at you, who had barely cocooned yourself in the blanket. Your hair was in disarray, a few buttons of your shirt loosened—missing, even? And is that what he thinks it is on your neck?

Did he bite you so hard that you bled?

Dread pooled at his gut at the possibility of what he had done.

"Hey," he muttered, shaking you, in a state of half-panic. "Hey—wake up, please."

You whined at the rude awakening, cracking one eye open. "Satoru..." your voice was still thick with sleep and a deep frown creased on your face. "...what is it?"

And Satoru shuddered. The way his name rolled from your lips so languidly seemed to ignite something feral within him, but he ignored it.

"Hey, uh—are you... are you okay?"

"Huh?" you shot him an annoyed grunt. "It's still early, Satoru. Please, I need sleep. I'm tired after the shit you pulled on me last night."

"What shit?" he tried to sound unconcerned with the way you referred it, but he still gulped.

"...you don't remember?"

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Gods..." now you were frustrated. You buried your face in the pillow. "You put me through hell, Satoru. And not to mention—"

"Did I force myself on you?" he asked with a lower tone. "If I did, I'm... sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Hu—what?"

Satoru felt another wave of nausea at his gut, and he tried to suppress it. "I didn't mean to wreck you. I know I'm lousy, but that definitely wasn't what I planned."

Confusion was palpable on your face, even though you were still half-asleep. "Sure... it's okay..."

"I..." Satoru was at a loss of words. You were all but confirming that he did rail you in the worst way. He wasn't exactly the type who would make the first time memorable or such, but he certainly didn't want it to be a forceful act on a spur of a drunken night. What could he say to that?

"Satoru? You don't seem well," you furrowed your brows, noticing how restless and pale he was. "Are you having hangover? Do you want some water?"

He wanted to kick himself as his sanity eaten away by the sheer guilt and shame. He pressed both hands to cover his face. "I'm so uncool..."

"Finally you're realizing it. Would be better if you do it during the day and not—" You checked your phone. "—at freaking five in the morning. But seriously, are you doing okay? You drank quite a lot last night."

No, he wasn't. The urge to puke was still there and his head was still pounding.

"What's gotten into you?" now worry was present in your tone. "Satoru, please. You're acting strange. It's still to early for whatever it is that you're plotting. Just tell me if you're not feeling well."

He stayed quiet for a while, trying to remember to what extend the damage he had done. But you seemed to translate it as him not feeling well as you let out a sigh and begrudgingly sat up to get him a glass of water. Poor you, he thought. Should he take an advantage of you fully and unashamedly just like he usually did?

You handed him the glass. "Here, drink this." He took it, but just stared at it. His crestfallen expression made you twitch in irritation. "Drink already. What are you thinking anyway?"

"Don't you... resent me?" Satoru mumbled with resignation, finally having the courage to look at you.

"For what? Last night?"

"What else? Why are you still worrying about me?"

"That's..." you faltered, bewildered. "You feel that bad about it? Satoru, you were a pain but it's your everyday thing already so be grateful that I'm not holding it against you."

"Everyday thing?" he asked incredulously. "Hey, it's—that's not something I do everyday!"

"It sure is! You are always whining, being dramatic and causing trouble!"

"Hey, but it's not about that! I'm talking about how I almost did you with violence!"

"Do... me?"

"That!" he pointed at your bruised neck, then looked away with guilt. "I... don't know how it escalated to that, but I'm truly sorry."

You reached to the bruise, somewhere between your neck and shoulder, and winced a bit. "Ah this. You pushed me and I crashed into that cupboard."

"Oh?" Satoru blinked in surprise. "And that, your shirt? Your missing buttons?"

"You tore it, but then you fell on me, you idiot."

"So... I didn't rape you?"

Your face immediately burst into the shades of red. You scrunched up your face in exasperation. "I'll blast you if you did it without my consent, Gojo Satoru. But thankfully no."

A whole load of self-blame dissipated from him and he almost laughed had the urge to throw up not this overwhelming.

"Apparently you're decent enough to think if you've wronged me. It's a surprise," you mused with a smug grin.

"Of course I am!" he scowled. But suddenly his queasiness shot up, and his vision blurred. And what came next was the contents of his stomach.

"Satoru! What the hell!? Don't vomit on me!"

Epilogue

"And that's what happened," you explained with contempt. Satoru puckered his lips in indignation, meanwhile Shoko threw her head back, wheezing in a fit of laughter.

"Gojo, you're such a baby," she cackled with satisfaction. "Losing against mere alcohol. Not the strongest, after all, huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "I hope your liver rots from drinking and smoking so much."

[trickphotography2]

Eeep!

I would LOVE to know what went through Jake’s head when he heard the word “pregnant”! I know he’s so loving and supportive and gives theeee biggest “family man” vibes, so was his first thought “she’s mine forever now and she’s having my baby!” or was it “oh fuck, we’re having a whole ass human” or maybe both??

Okay, this got away from me. You get some angst and additional Jake backstory (including why he stayed married to his ex even after they separated)! Here's 1.8K words of Jake's POV of finding out Darlin's pregnant.

Jake was drinking his coffee on the couch, trying to motivate himself to get up and shower when you called.

“Can you come get me?”

Those five words and your shaky voice made his heart stop. As you explained what happened, he was sprinting across the house to throw on a pair of jeans and grab his wallet and keys. It was only after you assured him a few times that someone was with you that he was willing to get off the phone.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he waited in line for the gate guard to scan his ID, teeth grit as he fought against screaming at them to move faster. It took all his training to block out that little voice in his head that whispered something was wrong. He needed to focus on the mission - get to the hangar and the hospital. Point A to Point B. He couldn’t spiral because you needed him.

His boots slapped against the concrete as he bolted out of the truck towards the Bounty Hunter's hanger. As he raced across the parking lot, he heard someone call out his name.

Fucking shit. Admiral Tritz. Jake skidded to a halt as the uniformed officer approached, snapping a quick salute and standing at attention. Impatience warred with insubordination as he stood there, watching Tritz stroll closer. “Out of uniform, Hangman?”

“Sorry, sir… my girlfriend works here, and I need to… she’s not feeling well.” Tritz frowned. 

“Another officer?”

“No, sir. She’s a civilian. Contracting specialist.”

“Ah. Well, don’t want to keep her waiting then. I hope she feels better.”

“I’m taking her to the hospital, sir. I… I’m not sure how long that’ll take. I’m due back for mids.”

“I’ll let Kennedy know he might be getting a call and to have another pilot on standby.”

“Thank you, sir.” With a jerk of his head, Tritz dismissed him, and Jake took off, mumbling apologies as he ran through the hanger to your office. The sight of you in your office chair, head in your hands with a trashcan between your feet, greeted him as he skidded to a halt outside your door. “Darlin’?”

Your watery gaze rose to meet his, eyes dark against your pale skin. “I’m okay,” you whispered. 

“You still need to get checked out,” another woman said, and his eyes swung to the woman leaning against the wall. She waved before tipping her head towards you. “Going to need paperwork for the occupational health report, and worker’s comp is probably going to call to make sure they don’t need to worry about a lawsuit.”

“I’m not going to sue,” you grumbled.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Jake huffed, walking towards you and moving the trashcan away with his foot before kneeling in front of you.

“I’ll let the boss know you’re out for the rest of the day. Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Armitage,” you said softly. With a nod, the woman left just as Jake spotted the paper towel darkened with blood on your foot. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and rested your foot on his thigh, gently pulling away the towel and hissing.

“Damn it.” 

“It’s not as bad now,” you observed. He ignored the droplet of blood that saturated his jeans as he rewrapped your foot.

“Let’s go.” The words came out like an order, and you shrunk back into your chair. He mentally kicked himself - you didn’t need Lieutenant Seresin right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, running his thumb along your ankle. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I… I don’t know what happened. I just woke up on the floor.” 

“Let’s go get you checked out.” 

“I need to clean up first. I can’t leave… that,” you said, glancing at the trashcan. He peeked into it and saw that you’d been sick. He didn’t hesitate before grabbing the sides of the bag and tying it off. 

“I’ll get rid of this. You stay right here - don’t move.” He jogged to the men’s room, threw the bag away, and grabbed a few more paper towels for your foot.

You were leaning against the desk when he got back, work bag slung over your shoulder. Jake raised an eyebrow and darted forward when you took a limping step towards him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled. Without a word, he took your bag and crouched, bracing one hand under your knees and the other across your back as he swept you off your feet.

Red stained your pale cheeks as he carried you out of the hangar and across the parking lot.

Jake hated hospitals. Hated the smell of antiseptic, the constant overhead pages that never meant anything good, and the hurry up and wait.

He tried not to think about the other times he’d been in the emergency room - the night Lina fell off the roof and broke her arm trying to sneak back into the house drunk, the too-close calls with his friends nearly burning in, and when his ex had a bad epileptic seizure. He’d gotten a few calls from her needing to be picked up from work or a friend’s house after having a seizure, and getting that call from you had put him right back into it. So he held you tighter and pressed his lips to the top of your head, assuring himself that this wasn’t the same. Fainting wasn’t a seizure. 

That didn’t mean he was less irritated when a medical student was sent to take your medical history. If they’d been on base, you would have already seen a doctor, not some kid in a white coat pretending he knew more than he did. You could have gotten to a hospital sooner, period. Because you weren’t his dependent, he had to drive back off base to the closest civilian hospital. If something like this happened again… if it was the start of something serious, he needed to know that there wouldn’t be a delay in your getting help. That was unacceptable. As much as you wanted to wait to get married, it would offer more protection. This wasn’t a matter of wanting you to have his last name and the promise of forever. It was a practicality. It was the rational thing to do - why put off something you’d both agreed to just because of the arbitrary decision about how long you had to be dating? You were a rational person. 

That’s what he would argue when you got home. Getting married - the benefits of being a military spouse - would be his selling point. He’d be willing to trade almost anything else for you to agree to let him put his ring on your fingers and share his last name. 

As you dozed against his shoulder after the EKG, he took out his phone and typed your symptoms into Google: headache, fainting, and nausea. The first result said it was low blood sugar. Others said it was a migraine, but you’d have known if it was that. It could definitely have been stress or anxiety. Vertigo was an option, and so was low blood pressure. He didn’t want to consider it a brain injury or tumor. Pregnancy came up a few times, which gave him pause, but you’d had your period. 

So when the doctor came in almost three hours after you’d gotten to the hospital, Jake tried not to be too anxious. If it was bad, they would have done more tests. 

Vasovagal syncope. Low blood pressure probably triggered by your hormone fluctuations. “So she’s okay?” Jake asked, squeezing your hand. The doctor smiled at him.

“Yes, she’s okay. I wanted to discuss some of the symptoms you were experiencing before the syncope. You mentioned being nauseous - was that just before the syncope?”

“No, it’s been a couple of days.”

“Have you vomited?” Nod. “Have you been keeping food down?”

“Not really. I’ve mostly been eating crackers the last couple of days.” Jake frowned, frustrated that you hadn’t told him what you’d been dealing with. If you’d been honest, he would have pushed you to go to the doctor earlier instead of waiting this long. 

“Have you been more fatigued recently?” Brow furrowed, you nodded again. “How about any other physical symptoms?”

“Like?”

“Any tenderness in your breasts?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Jake answered. You’d turned down shower sex over the weekend, cringed when he’d brushed your nipples while reaching for shampoo, and shielded your chest from the water pressure. As much as he’d wanted to enjoy your being shirtless all day, knowing that it was because you were hurting put a damper on his enjoyment of seeing your breasts. 

“The labs show that your HCG levels are elevated, which probably triggered the vasovagal syncope.” Her eyes darted between you before she added, “HCG is what we look for to confirm a pregnancy.” 

The world stopped as Jake’s hand flexed around yours. 

“P-pregnancy?” you stuttered.

“Yes. I would recommend setting up an appointment with your OB in the next couple of days…” Jake tried to listen to the doctor but couldn’t hear past the ringing in his ears.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

A baby wasn’t in the plans. It wasn’t even something you would discuss for another couple of years. There was too much you both wanted to do before having a kid. 

Don’t be stupid enough to knock up some tag chaser, his father had ordered. 

You’re married already - I want grandbabies while I’m young enough to enjoy them, Jacob, his mother had told him.

Come on, I want a baby, baby! His ex had begged.

But you, you were just as shocked as he was. This wasn’t part of the plan - the only part that hadn’t needed negotiations. No kids for a couple of years, if ever. It was you and him, a team of two. The Seresins. 

A baby…

“I’m pregnant?” you asked softly. 

“You’re pregnant.” 

And Jake felt a mixture of terror and hope he’d never experienced. 

Fuck. We’re having a baby.

We’re having a baby.

Your hand shook in his, and Jake forced himself to look at you. Your eyes were wide with shock as you nodded to whatever the doctor said. His gaze drifted down to where your hand pressed against your stomach.

That small, protective gesture told Jake everything he needed to know.

No matter how terrible a father he would be, the baby would always have you. They would have at least one parent in their corner against the world.

So if you were in, he would do it too.

We’re having a baby.

Jake’s hand itched to cover yours, adding his protection to the little person growing inside you. 

Baby Seresin.

The thought made tears spring to his eyes, and Jake blinked them away, refocusing on what needed to be done to ensure you were taken care of.

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[trueshellz]

A/N: This is based on something I did today, thankfully my mum had my spare keys to the back patio door so I could climb over.

"Nooooooooooooo."

Leaning your head against the door with a sound of frustration as your front door slammed behind you. The mocking sound of keys jangling inside still in the lock where you left them, somehow you had forgotten that your door can't open without the stupid keys. And now you were stood on your doorstep in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with your hair in a messy bun.

Another groan of frustration when you tried to stick your hand through the letterbox, if you could just... nope. Your hand did not fit and now you had a ring of red from the action. Stomping your feet you glanced around quickly and smiled awkwardly at a passerby who was walking with her son. She had a look of confusion on her face which quickly turned into shock as she saw your lack of clothing.

Oh great.

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your bra where you had shoved it earlier and dialled a locksmith... who unhelpfully told you that they would be there in an hour as they were short-staffed. Next was your landlord, who was also unable to come out as he was out the city visiting family. And of course, since lady luck was not shining down on you at all, your mother and sister were both unable to come out for at least 2 hours since they were getting their nails done.

Which left you with one option... something you really didn't want to do, but honestly, sitting outside in your loungewear was really not it. Dialling the number for the police, you quickly explained the situation and apologised for the silly reason for calling.

"We actually have some pro-heroes patrolling the area near you so we'll ask them to stop and help you out. Just sit tight for now."

Murmured thanks as you planted your butt on the ground next to the door, keeping an eye and ear out for the pro-hero in question when suddenly a bunch of cursing and loud words caught your attention.

"-is that? I mean, who manages to lock themselves out nowadays? And why call the police? A locksmith would have been better. Do we look like Inspector Gadget?"

Oh great.

Dynamight.

A thud of boots as he neared you, suddenly you could hear Red Riot reprimanding him and a slap followed by a loud 'ow' from him. And them two pairs of boots in front of you where your chin was rested on your arms over your knees. Looking up, you could see Dynamight's frowning face and Red Riot's friendly smile and wave.

Katsuki was pissed.

Not only had he been called away from patrol to sort out whatever the hell this was, but to make it worse his dick suddenly perked up with interest at the most annoying time. Seeing you say on the floor, the way your shorts rode up your thick thighs, the poor excuse for a shirt stretched across your heavy tits almost made his jaw drop to the floor.

"The hell happened?" Instead came out of his mouth.

Fucking perfect.

"Got locked out."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

Reaching over and trying the door once, he heard your snort before turning around to glare at you but somehow seeing your arms crossed over your chest made him stumble. Closing his mouth quickly, he tried again but this time barged his shoulder into it until it popped open with a loud 'thunk' onto the wall.

Smiling politely, you quickly ran in and pulled in your hoodie, suddenly very aware of the size of the two of them and how very underdressed you were as they stood in your doorway.

"-ID?

"Huh?"

"Have you got ID showing you live here, sweetheart?" Red Riot's face was friendly, Dynamight was outside on his device mumbling to himself.

Nodding quickly you grabbed your drivers license and a bill that had come recently before handing them over to him to check. A look up and down, between you and the papers as he grinned again and handed them back.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been on patrol for almost the whole day and he's a little hangry. Have a good evening

Nodding again, you watched as they both left after handing their business cards to you. Just in case they said, flipping them over in your fingers you frowned when you saw dark writing on the back of Dynamight's, his number and a short message in neat handwriting.

Next time you're stuck, call me.

[leiawritesstories]

I saw the below prompt and could easily imagine Aelin running a black market of printing services and I would love to see what kind of favors she’d take from a certain buzzard who is pressed for time.. especially if they’ve maybe been secretly pining after one another this whole time? 👀

Prompt: You’re the only one in our college dorm building that owns a printer so you run a black market of printing services for favors/money/food/etc. I don’t have time to walk twenty minutes across campus to the library, please help me.

Congrats on 500!

ANON DID YOU READ MY MIND????

Okay so.....this is actually real-life me at my college 🤣🤣🤣 I own a desktop printer so I don't have to use the campus printing service all the time and half the people in my building want to use it. Naturally I charge a fee--either money or food or coffee, i'm not picky lol. Anyway this is literally me in real life except for the secretly pining part bc i'm very very single and I adore this prompt, thank you so so much 😁

Here you go!!

Word count: 870

Warnings: maybe some swearing

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"Hey, Galathynius! Do me a solid?"

Aelin glanced over her shoulder to find Fenrys jogging after her, catching up to her before they made it to the dorm building they both lived in. "What do you want, Moonie?"

The blonde huffed a dramatic sigh. "First of all, stop calling me that, you know it doesn't fit my mature persona." Aelin snorted so hard she almost coughed. Fen just rolled his eyes. "Secondlyyyy," he groaned dramatically, "I need to print a paper. Lemme use your printer? Pretty pretty please?" He widened his big brown eyes irresistibly.

"Your sad puppy face isn't gonna get you free printing, Moonie," Aelin drawled. "A dollar a page, or $30 flat if it's more than 20 pages."

"Highway robbery!" he gasped.

She rolled her eyes. "It's the same price I've always charged and you know it."

"Ugh, fiiiiine," he grumbled. "Unless...how about I cover your coffee for the next week?"

"Hmm." She pretended to seriously think about it, knowing full well that she'd accept. Who was Aelin Galathynius to turn down free coffee, especially when she spent somewhere around 40 dollars a week on her precious caffeine. "All right, I accept. I'll text you my drink order, and I expect it delivered every morning as I leave for my first class."

Fen saluted her. "Yes ma'am!" he chirped.

She smacked his shoulder teasingly. "Cut the flourishing, drama queen." Fen flashed her a grin and jogged off towards his next class, while she swiped her student ID in the building's card reader and walked into the dorm. She, Elide, and Lysandra shared a triple room with an ensuite bathroom on the fourth floor, so she had to climb three flights of stairs to get to her room. As she opened her door, she noticed a sticky note stuck to the wood. It wasn't uncommon; people who wanted to buy her printing service often left notes stuck to her door. She gave the note a cursory glance.

HELP! Need to print 30 pages for 2pm class! -RW, #350

Aelin glanced at her phone. It was 1:15 pm, meaning whoever had left that note was probably pacing around their room in distress right about now. So of course, she decided to go pay Room 350 a little visit.

"Ah, shit!" yelped a male voice from inside the room when she knocked. There was a flurry of noise and stumbling, and a tall guy wearing a UTerr Hockey sweatshirt opened the door, his pale blonde hair a frazzled mess. "Um, hi?"

"Well hello there, Whitethorn," Aelin smirked, delighted to see the normally perfectly put-together Rowan Whitethorn, star defenseman of UTerr Hockey, all flustered over not having printed materials for class.

"Aelin, thank the fuckin' gods," Rowan gasped. "Did you get my note?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, intentionally vague.

"Ae," he groaned, his desperation showing, "can you print my articles? Please?"

"Got payment?"

"I--yeah, gimme a sec." He vanished into his room and banged around for another couple of minutes, rummaging through drawers and probably his closet as he tried to find cash. He reappeared with a sheepish, embarrassed blush staining his chiseled cheeks. "Uh..."

"No cash?" Aelin clicked her tongue softly. "Sorry, Ro. I don't take credit cards."

"Please," he begged, dropping right down to his knees in front of her. "Fuck it, Ae, I'm desperate! I'm fucked if I don't come to class prepared, the professor already thinks all athletes are dumb jocks who pass classes on daddy's money." He clasped his hands together and stared imploringly up at her, his deep green eyes wide and pleading.

A very naughty part of Aelin wanted to tell him all the sinful ways he could pay her for printing his articles. But because she was a mature woman, she kept that part of herself quiet.

"Well," she mused, "I suppose you could offer me a favor, but it better be worth thirty pages."

Rowan closed his eyes and tipped his head back, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he frantically tried to think up a worthy favor. That gods-damned little groan of his did bad, bad things to Aelin's naughty little inner voice.

Or maybe that was just her enormous little crush on him.

"Dinner." Rowan's voice broke through her traitorous wandering thoughts.

"What?"

"I'll buy you dinner," he repeated. "Anywhere you want, as much food as you want. I swear."

Aelin couldn't have stopped her response no matter how hard she tried. "Like a dinner date?"

Rowan's face flushed a surprisingly endearing shade of vibrant pink. "Um...yeah?"

A tiny, pleased smile curled the corners of Aelin's lips, blooming into a full-blown smile the longer she made him squirm. "Okay, I accept. It's a date." Without waiting for his response, she waltzed off.

When she returned to his room, his articles in hand, he was waiting by the door. He took the papers from her with a slow, relieved smile that made a dimple in his left cheek pop out.

"Thanks, Ae."

"Of course." She waved him off. "Better not be late, Ro."

"You too." Her brows furrowed in confusion, and he winked. "Our date, darlin'. Seven o'clock tomorrow. I'll pick you up."

Gods help her, she could not wait.

~~~

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[kayyybenson]

How You Met - SVU Gang

Olivia, Alex, and Amanda are mother AU because I personally would love to have one of them be my mother

Sonny Carisi:

    Ironically, you used to be a lawyer. You came from a rich family that always pushed you to do your best and moved from Boston to New York after secretly attending the police academy behind your parents' backs.

    I walked into the squad room, Liv had told me ahead of time that there were some changes but I wasn't expecting a whole new seating arrangement. "Y/N, I know you and Amanda work harmoniously together but we have a new guy so you're going to break him in." She gestured towards the man sitting across from my desk. I placed my stuff down and sat, ignoring him. I wasn't trying to be rude I just had a lot of paperwork to do

    "Nice to meet you, I'm Dominick Carisi Jr. but you can just call me Sonny." He stretched his long arm across the desk and I shook it.

    "Y/N L/N. I'm guessing you're my new partner, I'm happy to be working with you, Sonny."

Nick Amaro:

    You met him at the same time Amanda met him when he walked into the squad room with a full beard. Funny thing, you moved to New York long before Amanda, you were getting tired of Kim's shit. 

    "When are you going to stop bringing new people in?" Liv asked Cragen, it was almost like she wanted to be fired.

    "When you get over Elliot. Look at Y/N, she's recovering well." Cregen pointed at me.

    "I'm only doing well because Amanda is here. I'm telling you she can read my thoughts." I whispered the last part, earning a smack on the back of the head.

    "Well don't hate me for this, I'm partnering you with a Narcotics transfer, and Amanda, you'll be with Fin."

    "Jesus Christ, another one? Was Fin, not enough?" 

    "That was uncalled for." Fin jokingly glared as the elevator opened.

    "Oh wow," I mumbled when I saw my new partner I walked up to him and introduced myself. "I'm Y/N Rollins, you must be the narcotics transfer."

    "Is it that obvious?" I nodded and he chucked. "Nick Amaro,"

    "Careful Amaro, your new partner has a bad temper." Amanda chuckled when Nick turned to you shocked.

Rafael Barba:

    You were an elementary school teacher, first grade specifically. You met Rafael when one of your student's parents raped you for giving their kid a bad grade on a test. 

    "You know I'll never be able to return to my job after this, right?" I frowned and looked at the SVU captain.

    "Well, not at that school. But maybe another school would take you." The door opened and a man in a suit came in. 

    "Ms. L/N? I'm Rafael Barba, the ADA." 

    "Nice to meet you." I scooted away, scared he would touch me.

    "Now, I understand what happened to you, so let's win this. Yeah? Tell me what happened."

    "Well, I had requested for this parent to come in for a conference because his daughter was failing all her tests, he agreed and when he was in my classroom he pinned me against the wall and raped me, he kept saying 'no one fails my daughter, this is your fault'." 

    "Well, we got enough from the rape kit to arrest him, we just need a positive ID from you." I nodded, anything to but this perv away.

Olivia Benson:

    You were found in a pimp house that the squad infiltrated, and you were around 5 years old. Your mother pimped women out to "Give them better lives"

    "Everybody get down!" I heard a voice yell, and people started rushing in and pushing people down. I quickly ran to the corner of the room, trying to escape the chaos. A woman came up to me and crouched down to my height.

    "Hi sweetie, my name is Olivia, what's yours?"

    "Y-Y/N."

    "Nice to meet you Y/N. Don't worry, you're safe now." They brought me to a hospital to check me out, and once they were done they sat me in a room with toys, No one else was there though, it was just me, in a room, all alone. I decided to draw with some crayons. The door opened and the same women from before came in and sat across from me. "Hi Y/N, do you remember me?" 

    "Yeah, you're Olivia, you arrested my mommy." I continued working on my drawing.

    "Do you know why I arrested your mommy?" 

    "Because she sold women. I was next. She said I was going to a nice man named Josh."

    "Well, you're not anymore. What are you drawing?"

    "Me and Josh. Mommy had us meet, and said I had to be broken in."

    "Sweetie, did they make you do something you didn't want to do?" I rapidly nodded.

    "Something was shoved inside of me, I said it hurt and to stop, but they didn't."

Amanda Rollins:

Amanda adopted you in Georgia, after a case that involved your older sister. You were waiting in a room in the hospital for your 'new mother'

    "Hey honey, how are you holding up?" I recognized the woman, she asked me questions about my sister,

    "Good." I made one of my Barbies hit the other one.

    "Your doll says otherwise."

    "She's fine, just a bruise." I colored a purple mark on her forehead. "If she doesn't recover I'll have a nice burial for her."

    "....Okay... Let's go home, okay?" 

Alex Cabot:

    You were the daughter of a rapist, he would use you to lure women in, they would come to babysit you then he would pull them into the bedroom. You were a main witness in the trial, going against the person who gave you food and shelter.

    "Okay, are you sure you can do this?" Detective Benson rubbed my back, we were in the hallway, waiting for Detective Stabler to come to get me to testify.

    "Yeah-yeah totally." The door opened and we were motioned to come in. "No turning back now."

    "The people call Y/N Hewwitt to the stand." I took a deep breath and sat down, bad enough that I was testifying against my own father but the crowd staring at me just made it so much worse. "How old are you Miss Hewwitt?" The blonde ADA asked. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, I could feel his eyes on me, and when I looked over he was giving me 'the look'

     "I-I uh,"

    "Answer the question Miss Hewwitt." The judge badgered.

    "I-" my chest got tight, "my-" tears blurred my vision, "10." I pushed out trying to calm myself.

    "Stop this madness, my daughter is clearly in distress." My father tried to trick everyone, oh how I wanted to see him get locked away.

    "The witness is dismissed."

    "No-" I wheezed out. "No-I-I saw it! He did it!" 

    "Miss Cabot, control your witness." The ADA came over to talk to me but when she touched me I broke even more.

    "Don't touch me! He would look for babysitters, tell them he had a 10-year-old daughter who needed to be looked after while he was at work, he would pretend to leave then come back and drag her into the bedroom. She would beg him to stop, he did that to at least 8 babysitters." There was a pause before my father jumped from his seat.

    "You little slut! I gave you a place to live and you ratted me out! You will die for this, just like your mother!" He was dragged out and I started sobbing the ADA held her arms out to me, I accepted this time and sobbed into her chest while she rubbed my back and promised I'd never have to do that again.

[mabelstone]

Promises

matt stone x reader

part two of handsome stranger <3

masterlist ✧˖°.

note: i am such a sap this heals something deep within me. enjoy babies, hopefully gonna post more but don't hold me to that.. also sorry for all the typos in part one hehe. aiming to do some of your song reqs because there are SO MANY, anyway love ya

word count: 1278

Last night was more fulfilling than words could express and you couldn't stop reminiscing. The way he said your name, enunciating it with his accent, each vowel that dripped from his tongue sweet and thick like honey. He was so respectful, so obviously not trying to push any boundaries. You wanted so badly to touch him, to interlock your fingers, feel his lips on your own... only somewhat satiated when he hugged you goodbye, his big arms around you, so warm and gentle. He smelt so nice, not necessarily of cologne but maybe his sweet pheromones. It sounds weird when it's put like that but it's all you could think about.

Thats why you were thankful to be walking through your apartment door at 5pm sharp, a chance to see that sweet smile through the window again. You exchanged numbers last night but he hadn't messaged you yet. You were a little worried naturally that maybe he didn't enjoy you as much as you did him, but you tried your best to ignore the negative thoughts and enjoy your evening.

You opened your window and were surprised to see Matt leaning out of his, cigarette between his fingers as expected. Not wanting to disrupt him you eyed him for a moment, before walking away to start dinner. Then you phone buzzed.

Matt: She's home!

Matt: And she didn't even say hello

You giggled down at your phone, walking back to the windowsill to shoot him a shy smile that was reciprocated with a wave.

You: hello :)

Matt: What's for dinner?

You: what do you feel like?

Matt: I'm invited?

You: always

You glanced up to see him cheesing at his phone, looking up at you before clutching a hand over his chest. As someone who was very bold in her early twenties, this was incredibly vanilla for you, but something about him made you a whole new level of shy. You were worried to mess anything up with him already, and you'd only just formally met the guy.

His caller ID flashed across your screen, answering with your eyes locked on one another.

"I'm thinking something simple, like pizza," he beamed through the phone, his voice just as warm as the night before.

"Thank god, I have no food," you laughed, nervously fiddling with the cord of your blinds. "I'll send you some money if you know a good place."

"No, no, my treat to you." He offered, gesturing no with a wave of his hand. Oh no... you were going to fall hard for this man. "I'll go get it now and I'll bring it up to you. What do you like?"

"Uh, anything," you smiled down at your hands, now toying with the hem of your skirt. "I feel bad... I owe you one."

"You go get all cosy for me and we'll call it even." And with that he hung up, taking the final drag of his cigarette before waving goodbye and slipping back into his apartment.

You quickly collected yourself and got in the shower, that stupid grin not leaving your lips once. You opted for this nice white dress you owned considering he'd only seen you in your work clothes and pyjamas. You lit a few candles and put on some soft music in the background.

As a knock sounded from the door, Ho Hey by the Lumineers started playing. You rolled your eyes, how cliché. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, nothing special, but wow. You played it cool while your organs were doing acrobats in your stomach, opting for a soft, "hi, Matt."

"Hey, pretty," he smiled as you moved out of the way for him, placing the pizza on the kitchen bench. "It smells so good in here," he sighed, eyes scanning over your apartment as he leant against the bench.

"Caramel," you smiled, grabbing a candle to hold to his nose. "I used to make them when I first moved here to pass the time."

"Do you have any spares?" He asked gently, eyes not leaving yours once.

"Mhm," you disappeared into another room to give him one with a ribbon wrapped around the jar. The look he gave you was incomparable, and for a second there, you were certain he felt the same. "So, what'd you get?" You tried to pierce through the delicious tension in the air that you were far too sober for.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got one of each." He opened one of the boxes to reveal a full pizza with mismatched slices.

"That is so sweet," you swooned, fighting every urge in your body to not attack his lips with yours right then and there. "I- do you like wine?"

He made some comment about how he'll drink just about anything, which led to the most pointless yet captivating conversation about your social lives. You wanted to know everything and anything about him, he was singlehandedly the most magnetic person you'd met in this country.

✴︎✴︎✴︎

You'd been sat comfortably on your couch for 3 hours by this point, although it had only felt like 15 minutes. So comfortable, in fact, that your legs were now sprawled over his as he played with the charms on your bracelet.

"I'll be going back home for Christmas," you answered his question on what your plans for the holidays were. You felt kind of shitty considering he told you about how he doesn't see his own family much. He pursed his lips and nodded, to which you sat up beside him, hoping to lighten the mood with, "but I really wish I could see snow. It'll be summer in Australia."

"You've never seen snow?" He sounded shocked, brows furrowing in disbelief.

"Nope. Sometimes in winter there, the days are too warm to even wear a jumper. But the nights are freezing."

"Jumper?" He asked confused. This was what most of your night consisted of. You'd use a word that he didn't understand, which resulted in you americanising it.

"Sorry- sweatshirt." You laughed.

"Oh!" He laughed too, nodding. He'd eventually learn your tongue. Double entendre maybe? "But really? I practically lived in snow growing up in Colorado."

"I'm so jealous!" You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. "I've always always wanted to, and of course I'm not gonna be here when I finally get the chance."

"Don't worry, kid." He reassured you, his hand finding the back of your head to smooth your hair down. "I'll take you to the snow someday."

"Yeah?" Your voice lowered as your eyes connected yet again, each of your different shades of green starting to be disappear behind growing pupils.

"Promise," he nodded, eyes shifting between your gaze and your lips, before the space between you diminished to nothing. You closed your eyes as you melted into him, his lips warm and soft, the vague smell of cigarette lingering intermittently. You moved together synchronously, his warm hands guiding you into his lap gently, your own finding themselves nestled in his hair, travelling down to cup his jaw. You parted your lips slightly in invitation, one he silently accepted as your tongues danced with one another, the feeling of his soft breaths tickling your upper lip. He tasted like wine, and he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his arm wrapped around your waist, tracing gentle circles into your sides.

You pulled away briefly, arms draping his shoulders as you grinned ear to ear, "I'll be holding you to that, you know."

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, placing a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips. "You'll learn that, I promise."

awhhh so cute. sex next chapter lol xx

didn't proof read again, forgive me i'm lazy

[mchlgayser]

𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 - barou shoei

featuring: barou shoei x f!reader nana's lil' note: ion considered this a bowling date but ok.

It was that day after the match against the Japan U-20, Y/n was on her way home when she got a phone call. Answering the call in hurry without looking as she still busy cleaning the cafe she worked at "Hello?" Sound of rigid breathing coming from the other line as she put away the phone from her ear and at that exact moments she sees the caller id "Barou?!"

-

And here she is ended up coming all the way from Tokyo to Shibuya, she is looking for a small dining place that her boyfriend informed her, a place he'll be at. You came across someone in a jacket standing across the road "Barou!" Upon hearing his name being called for, he bashfully tore his eyes from his phone and directly looked at you. You were grinning from ear to ear as you sped up your pace and letting yourself falling into his arms "Oi what are you doing?!" You chuckle in contempt, happy that he's back after months.

Alas, the man ended up hugging you back with the same amount of affection and immediately broke away "Now that's enough!" You grinned at him.

People constantly called you both the definition of opposite attract. Barou has an imperious personality, seeing himself as above others and rather a selfish and arrogant person and you was 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 the opposite. You was rather a nice, friendly and humble person. Totally different from how Barou is and most people is quite shock when you both announced that you both are seeing each other.

But that obviously didn't stopped you both from going out. Barou may seems harsh on you but that's just because you both are in public. He's quite the baby when you both are alone together

--Now that you noticed it, Barou carried a bowling bag with him "To the bowling arena?" "Yeah," He stare at you for some minutes and then huff "Wanna come along?" You nodded your head excitingly and you both headed off to the arena with his arms around your shoulders

It was when you registered for the both of you and Barou was wiping off his custom bowling ball, "The price is 1300¥" You gave the cashier the exact amount of money and left to pick a shoe your size and Barou's as well. He already put both yours and his name and the game started. You started first and it just turns out you was so bad at it--not that it ended up on the gutters, you can't just happens to hit five pins and above but Barou always get the strikes or eight the lowest. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.

After a few rounds, you excused the the bathroom "Yeah, be back quick." You hummed and smile leaving the arena to the toilet

-

After washing your hands, you left the cubicle and the toilet to go back, upon hearing the loud voices coming from the inside of the arena, you peeked your head in seeing Barou with a group of people surrounding him. "Wow you have your own ball?" He shouts at the guy for touching his ball with his 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 hands "Can I throw the next one?" a guy with black and golden under-lights bob cut hair said next "I'm gonna kill you!" Another two guys were laughing at them, you couldn't help but to walk faster to them wanting to know who these guys are.

Barou scoff turning head his away and battled his eyes on you "...Hey.." You stammered, the whole guys had their eyes on you "Woah who is she? She's so beautiful!" The same guy with bob cut spoke, Barou snarl at him "Shut it you dimwit." You chuckle nearing yourself to the guys and bow "Hello I'm Y/n L/n!"

"Ah is she a girlfriend?" A bulky man sneer at Barou, Barou wanted to go after him but another guy pulled him back "He's jelly!" The bob cut laughed.

Suddenly, a guy with black silky hair came close "What type of hair treatments do you use?" You back off from him since he's going a little too close "Anything my mom bought me." He smile "Should I ask my mom to buy me one too? That's so unstylish of me by the way, I'm Aryu Jyubei" You nodded "Nice to meet you."

"What a very unstylish greeting."

"Fuck off already you dingbat." Barou shoot him a dagger

"Now now stop it already, Anyway Barou we were just about to start a bowling game, wanna join?" You clapped your hands "That would be good! He's very great in bowling! You should try it Barou!" He stare at you for a brief seconds and sighed "Let's just do it." They were playing whilst you sat at the bench watching your boyfriend "How long has you two been together?" You turned to your side seeing Isagi sitting beside you "Oh-"

"I'm sorry! I was just asking, so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable! "You relaxed and smile "We are friends since we were kids and started going out when we were 16."

He smiles then getting up "Alright that's all I wanted to asked you. Barou is like a whole different person when he's with you y'know." He chuckle and you smiles tearing your eyes away from Isagi to gaze at Barou who's currently shooting and another strikes "I know." You murmured to yourself

"So they're like your friends?" He groaned "No Y/n! They're just my teammates?" You snickered "...What now?"

You lowly chuckle and looks away "Nothing it's just you are different from before. Since when is there a 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 to you, you king." You punch his chest and speed your pace. Barou stopped looking down and scoffed "Shit, since when are they my teammates?"

"Let's just leave already, it's cold!"

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 6 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari's alarm rang, making him moan as the noise was too loud. He yawned, getting up and rubbing his eyes walking towards the bathroom. He had a massive headache and quickly showered, brushed his teeth before making a strong cup of coffee.

20 minutes later he was sitting in his car driving to work, there was so much traffic all the horn sounds were making his head hurt. While sitting in traffic, he opened the glove compartment and took two ibuprofen and downed the last of his coffee. 

Shortly after, he arrived at the university. Ari parked his car, grabbing his bag and ID, putting on his sunglasses before walking in. He scanned his ID, going through the barriers and rushed straight to the staff room for another cup of coffee. 

He poured himself a large mug of coffee, taking his sunglasses off and walked over to Steve, Jenson, Andy, Clark and Frank who all stood near the vending machine. He said his hello looking at everyone just staring at him. Steve broke the silence and spoke, 

"How did the wife take it that you came home drunk," Steve said, patting his back and getting Ari to choke on his coffee. 

"What? I'm not married. What are you talking about," Ari said, his eyes widened looking at the men all shocked. 

"So who was the lady who kept calling you last night then," Jenson said curiously, thinking he would have a shot with her. Ari grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the calls from last night, and blushed.  

"Look he is blushing just thinking of her," Frank said, making the others chuckle. 

"Yeah Ari tell us who she is," Steve said, elbowing Ari.

"It's no one guys, just a friend," Ari said not wanting to talk about this anymore. 

"Was it the girl you were moaning in your sleep," Jensen said, making Ari quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What, when did I do that," Ari said, confused about the whole situation. Jensen took his phone out and played a video of Ari sleeping in the back of the car and August holding his head up, you can hear him moan her name. Ari blushed, wanting to disappear into a black whole, while few of the others laughed. 

"Oh no, Ari has a crush," Colin and Jensen said in unison, making Ari again blush, his feelings for Nadfy growing stronger. 

"So Ari who is she, if she is not your wife. We are all friends here," Frank said. 

"She is just a friend, I met her at the train station on my first day to work. The way she walked onto the platform, her hair blowing in the wind. It took my breath away,"

"You are in love, you are in love," Clark sang, and everyone chuckled singing along.

"No guys, stop it" he said, wanting to hide away from the rowdy schoolboy kids who are professors. The university bell rang, and most of the teachers left to go teach while Ari and Andy had the first period off so went to the canteen to get some food.

"Everything ok Ari," Andy said sitting down with a bowl of chaat in front of him.

"Kinda man, you know Maddy. You know the girl you met at the clothes shop. I like her a lot," Ari quickly said, taking a few gulps of his coffee. 

"That's nice, have you asked her out," Andy said after taking another spoonful of chaat in his mouth. 

"No man, what if she will reject me," Ari said, scratching the back of his head. 

"I don't think she will, why don't you try," Andy said, letting Ari try some of the chaat. 

"Andy, can I ask about your love story," Ari said, seeing a huge smile across Andy's face. 

"Of course you can, we have been married for 4 years this Saturday. I met her at a Gujarati festival navratri 6 years ago. My close friends where all going to this festival and wanted me to join them. I was reluctant at first but then putting the Indian outfit on and learning dandiya with my friends was so fun. I saw Y/N dance, doing all those intricate moves that mesmerized me. I even asked her to do dandiya with me, at first she said no but later on joined my friends and it was love at first sight," Andy said his heart beating fast and a high grin plastered on his face. 

"That all sounds wonderful Andy, what does she do," Ari said watching Andy talk with such joy in his voice. 

"She is my cutie 5ft nerd. She is a web designer/coder working for World India, here let me show you some pictures," Andy said, grabning his phone and unlocking it to show Ari pictures of his wife, smiling while explaining each photo. 

"She looks beautiful Andy, I want the same with Maddy," he said looking at Andy's smile shutting his phone.

"Ari you like Maddy a lot, I can see from the way you talk about her to me. Ask her out man, if you don't then how will she know you like her," Andy said seeing Ari look nervous and worried.

"I haven't ask out a girl in a long time, what if she says no," Ari said rubbing his eyes, yawning. 

"Why don't you facetime her, talk about random things first then tell her you really like her and like to go on a date. See where the conversation goes and take it from there," Andy said, getting up to get a little more chaat. 

"If she agrees, any ideas for a first date. I haven't dated anyone in 4 years," Ari said looking at Andy who was willing to help him out. 

"You could call her to your place and cook for her. Make something simple and talk about life back home. Make the date comfortable for the both off you," Andy said and Ari nodded his head somewhat agreeing to what he said. 

"What shall I cook her, I'm not a great cook you know," Ari said scratching the back of his head. 

"Simple, let me send you a recipe I made my wife on the first date, it was tacos and she loved it," Andy said smiling at Ari who looked nervous. 

"I love tacos, they shouldn't be that hard to make, do send me the recipe," Ari said thinking of making some margaritas to drink. 

"Oh and Ari, if you run through any issues, send me a text and my wife and I will come over to help out," Andy said looking at his watch to see it was nearly time for his lesson. 

"Oh before we leave to go teach, I have been talking about you a lot to my wife and she would like to invite you over for dinner. If you're free on Thursday evening, I can take you straight after class. She is making her famous Khichdi and Kadhi, you will love it," Andy said and Ari grabbed his phone to look at his calendar to see if he was free and agreed to come over for dinner. 

Both of them went opposite directions to their class to start teaching. It was going to be a long day and all Ari could think about was Maddy. 

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Thank you everyone who showed the first chapter so much love, I hope you are all enjoying this short story just one more chapter to go which I will be posting soon.

Chapter 2

Jake closed the door behind him walking over to the mini bar in his room, he picked up one of the small bottles of alcohol drinking it all in one go. He picked up another and slumped down in a chair, his mind thinking about everything that's happened. The whole reason why they had come to Miami was to catch a murderer that had gone unsolved for many years. Jake had narrowed it down to a couple of suspects and was waiting for everything to unfold.

Had he lost MC for good? Is there going to be a chance he can win her back and tell her just how he feels about her? Jake is knocked from his thoughts by a knock at the door before he can answer when a man comes in with a gun pointed at Jake. "What the hell? Why are you here?" Jake had a look of confusion laced on his face at the events in front of him. "I was told to come here, I got told you had the murderer'' Jake looked at Ray standing in the doorway. "You want a drink? I've got whiskey, gin, vodka" Ray put his gun down and took a small bottle of vodka from Jake.

They both sat talking for a while then the doors leading to the patio swung open, it was Paul the teenage kid they had spoken to at the beginning of the investigation. "Paul? What are you doing here?" Paul lowered the gun and a look of confusion spread across his face. "The murderer, I was told the murderer was here" Jake sat up from his chair and got up putting the empty bottle of whiskey down on the table. "what? No, the murderer isn't here who told you this?" Jake walked over to the mini bar and asked Paul what he wanted to drink. Jake handed Paul a small bottle of gin and sat back down.

"I don't get any of this, what is going on? Why haven't you caught the killer" Paul slammed the empty bottle down on the table. "Look just hold on, everything will become clear soon" Ray stood up and grabbed another drink from the fridge. "I loved her, you know, I really loved her, she made me feel what it was like to love again." Jake paused listening to what Ray was saying. "I have to go to the airport feel free to stay mini bar is on the FBI"

Just as Jake was about to leave two women came bursting into the room, one holding a gun. "Sarah? What are you doing here? And what's Amy doing with you? Don't tell me you got told to come here?" Sarah kept the gun pointed at everyone in the room. "I know it was Ray who killed Emma, I know it was him" Jake put his phone behind his back and sent an SOS to his boss who was sitting downstairs. Moments later Jake's boss Dennis and agent cho came bursting through the room. "Jake what's going on?" Dennis walked towards Jake wanting to know what was going on.

"I need your car keys, where are they? Please I need to go" Dennis looked at Jake with a confused look. "Why do you want my keys?" A sense of urgency was laced in Jake's voice. "I need to get to the airport, please I need your keys" Dennis handed Jake his keys before he ran out of the room he let everyone know who the killer was. "The killer is Sarah, she couldn't handle how successful Emma was getting and when the spotlight moved from her to Emma she decided to kill her"

Everyone stood in shock at what Jake had just said as he went running out of the room to get into the car and race to the airport. Jake drove as fast as he could once he arrived at the airport he checked the flight's board and went running towards the gate. "FBI please I need to get passed" Jake pleaded with the women to let him last "can I see some ID please, I can't let you past without ID"

The disappointment showed on Jake's face and he backed away trying to find another way to get to the plane. He couldn't let MC leave without telling her how he really felt he had to stop the plane at all costs.

He went running through the airport trying to figure out a way of getting to the plane, an idea struck him he knew just how to get to the plane before it took off. It was now or never now was his chance to tell MC just how much he loved her.

[etherealbxbyy]

ARGUMENTS OVER THE PHONE

characters: oikawa & kageyama

synopsis: you ditched a party that your boyfriend took you to, and he calls you.

warnings: f!reader, vulgar language and no comfort.

a/n: i lwk suxx at angst, since i need to cry while writing it and ofc i didn’t because i was in a bleh mood. NOT PROOFREAD!!

O I K A W A

You carefully sit on the stone bricks of your favourite place you and Oikawa used to go to after school. It was a little house filled with anammesises, and they stay locked in your mind. Tonight wasn’t exactly your favourite night, because you entered a party filled with people who don’t even know you and decided to harass you. They continuously called you names that weren’t very nice for someone who just met you and stepped into that party.

And Oikawa would call you crazy for thinking his friends, or acquaintances would call you that, because he made sure no one will ever hurt you. But where was he when you called him to the bathroom? Right. He was taking shots with his new bundle of friends, who were girls, covered in revealing clothing. You weren’t happy with it.

When you’re about to take another sip at the bottle of alcohol in your hand… Your cell rings. Ringing hard against the stone bricks, and you take a glance at the Caller ID… You see ‘Oikawa’ spread across the screen.

You sighed, biting down on your lower lip and pressed answer. “Hello?” You hiccuped.

“You’re wasted. Where are you? I’ve been calling you thr entire hour,” he grumbled. You only snort at his explanation, because he didn’t call you the entire hour. Your phone didn’t even ring the entire walk here, at your safe place. A place you can call home. Your safe haven of anamessises. “That’s not true. My phone didn’t ring the entire fucking walk here to my favourite place, Oikawa. You’re a damn liar,” you snapped.

“Well, I did—” Before he can reply. You added another bite back. “And this is the first time you’re calling me, because I can screenshot my fucking call history and you only happened to only call right now. At 1:01 a.m. So, don’t even try to lie yourself out,” you slurred out. Who was Oikawa to try and be a know-it-all? But clearly, he isn’t. He wasn’t one. And it hurts that he was trying to lie to you, or try to out himself.

“Well, I brought you here to meet my new friends. Not to fucking ditch me. Where the fuck are you?!” Oikawa shouted through the line.

“Don’t fucking shout at me!” You shout back.

He had no reason to be upset with you, because you were doing him a damn favor. And that was leaving him with his new fucking friends. They weren’t all nice to you.They harassed you, making you take your leave out of that shit-hole of a party. And you thought it was a good favor, but clearly, it wasn’t. It never was. Not from you, especially.

“It’s a simple answer. Where were you? I brought you here and the whole time you’re hiding in the damn bathroom. I asked you to be nice to them, but all hear is you calling them names!” He threw something on the other line, making you sigh. Why is it always you getting in trouble and not him? I mean, you were always a good girlfriend. But he makes it nearly impossible to be one.

And why is he yelling at you for something so small? And what is he talking about you calling other people names? You would never do that, whatsoever. “What are you talking about? I never called anyone names! Your friends are fucking lying! I would—”

“Well, girlfriends do too. They lie themselves out of situations that mean nothing to them, and that’s what you’re fucking doing.”

“What do I have to lie about? I’m a good girlfriend. I never fucking lie to you! I never did. So, get your fucking facts straight, you fucking dumbass.”

“No. You get your fucking facts straight, you fucking whore. You always lie, you always do. So, stop trying to lie about my friends! If you don’t want to be honest. We should just fucking break up right now.”

What?

“What?”

“We’re breaking up.”

“No, Oikawa. We’re not fucking breaking up!“

“This isn’t working out. It never was.”

“Oikawa, I never called your friends names! If you’d actually listen to me. Your girlfriend, the one who never dare tries to lie to you. You got to understand that I’ll never lie—” Before you can even explain yourself… He hangs up.

Leaving you to die in your own tears.

“I’ll never lie to you.”

K A G E Y A M A

You sit down on the chair at your best friends place, knowing Kageyama will come and get you later. But you weren’t entirely sure if he will, because you ditched his friends party. And he took you there because he was working with one of his friends, making that job an occasional break from volleyball.

And that party he took you to… Was just him and his friends causally talking about new stuff in their careers, and one of those conversations were about girls. And that left you upset with Kageyama, because who even talks about girls, exes or sloppy seconds. What the hell? So, you left him. He didn’t notice, but he probably will… Sooner or later.

Your best friend is upstairs with her boyfriend, leaving you downstairs to drink your alcohol… Alone.

And honestly, being alone can be nice, but being alone 24/7 can be tiring and depressing. But Kageyama never left you alone… Ever. Until now, since you just left him there. When you take a sip out of your beverage, letting the burning liquids go down to your stomach. But suddenly… Your phone rings.

Signalling you that Kageyama has noticed you weren’t there.

“Hello?” You answered the call.

“Is this what you do when you’re pissed? Leave and not fucking tell me? What if someone fucking takes you away? Is that what you want?!” Kageyama snapped. Well, you didn’t want to be taken away from Kageyama… But he didn’t have to tone his voice. He could just be nice about it.

“No.”

“Then, don’t fucking leave.”

“I’m at my best friends. Shut up.”

“And I’m not your best friend?”

He wasn’t about to pull that card right now. He wasn’t about to make you choose who is the best friend and who is the important one.

He can’t do that.

“Of course, you are.”

“And why are you at your other best friends?”

“Because she’s my fucking best friend. What the hell is wrong with you?!” You inhaled a harsh breath. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s cool to be talking about your old girlfriends, sloppy seconds or exes. It fucking hurts, Tobio!”

Kageyama frustratedly sighed into the phone. “I wasn’t the one talking about it. It was my co-workers! Don’t fucking blame this shit on me!” He snapped. Oh, so he’s blaming it on his co-workers? Real big of you, Kageyama.

And he’s probably having one of those tantrums of failure and confrontation. That was something you had to deal with, because he hated it. This always caused the both you to sit in the room, to work it out and make up. To start all over again.

“Okay, blame it on your co-workers! It’s not like I fucking heard it before! Two months ago, you were talking about your exes, because I don’t give off the same energy. I am sorry I am not her and I don’t give off the same energy. But you have to fucking understand that she hurt you!” You screamed.

You and Kageyama never seemed to shut up in an argument, but he always starts it. Making you think it’s your fault… When clearly it never was.

“Don’t bring my exes into this conversation—”

“No. You need stop bringing them up in our arguments! You need to stop making me think I’m a bad girlfriend! I am trying to be there for you and not hurt you, but you always make it look like I started it!”

“But you did. Stop trying to be the fucking victim, you whore. I am sorry your family is literally going to be divorced and split up! But you started it!”

“Literally… Fuck you. Don’t fucking talk about my family like that. Don’t fucking do it.”

“No, fuck you. Fuck you, Y/n. You literally think everything is all fairy’s and sparkling shit. But it isn’t. If you’d actually understand that you’re the only one starting shit between us!”

“Fuck you.”

“I rather not sleep with a whore.”

You wasted no time in hanging up on him.

He always does this.

Hurting you and making it look like it’s your fault.

Maybe it was and you didn’t know, But no one should ever talk about their exes or last relationships like that… They shouldn’t.

I’m breaking up with you. - Kageyama.

Me too. - You.

a/n: well, this was bad… idk 💀 thank you for reading!

- B

[verbo-s-e]

june 4, 3:10 pst, scene of the crime, 17 days later

if i were to paint you a picture using words, this is what i’d say:

i’m at the park, on the bench by where we sat in the grass. rewatching it all unfold, trying to understand and i can’t. i don’t know how. honestly: i don’t understand any of it.

i’m listening to ‘fine line instrumental’ on repeat. it’s calming and healing and about the only source of outside stimulation my nervous system can tolerate. i have a migraine. but i’m here. i’m here. i’ve always been here.

so why do i feel invisible?

i need to do a hard thing. a painful thing. i don’t want to. i don’t know how. or, maybe i do. i’ve done it before. but this? this feels different. but like everything else, it comes. one foot in front the other. day by day. minute by minute. second by second. i know. i know. i know. i’ve always known.

what? you ask. what’s your point? what have you known? a blaisé answer: everything and nothing. i shrug.

nothing of the last four + years has felt real. yet the most real. so as i’m sitting here on this bench, extremities falling asleep, i say to myself, so what’s the problem, chuck? chuck is a nickname my childhood best friends grandpa called me one saturday morning. it stuck.

i’m stalling, all in the name of art to get my point across. maybe in another life, or alternate universe i’m not making these choices. writing these words. maybe. maybe. bartering is fun.

not here and now though. now we’re faced with something far more tragic. does it feel tragic to you? ‘square peg, round hole’ comes to mind. you want to so desperately make something work and it just… won’t. nothing wrong with the square. nothing wrong with the round. they just don’t fit. we don’t fit. and i’m not sure we ever truly did.

i used to think we fit. so perfectly like two puzzle pieces. but…. square peg, round hole. i stopped trying to figure out why we both don’t like chocolate or how we both want to name our firstborn kid, river. for the same. exact. reasons. i stopped trying to understand how or why our mannerisms were so similar, or the way we talk or gesticulate. ‘same person dude’ a running inside joke no longer just shared between us.

i, foolishly put weight into those things thinking we were bound by the cosmos and divine to always find and orbit each other. we were two lost halves of one soul. or.. whatever.

because it’s been so obvious this whole time and yet one giant question mark. ‘what does it mean?’ i’d always ask. ‘why?’ ‘why why why why why’ why me?

these questions plagued me. for so long. and id often wonder if they had the same effect on you. if you noticed or wondered about these things at all. i stopped asking a long time ago. all it did was break my heart. the more i asked myself, the sky, the universe — the more you proved to me you never did.

it’s okay. in the way that is, actually not okay, but in a self realization moment of, ‘okay, this is just where they’re at.’ i blame myself mostly and think it’s easier to just shoulder the blame. walk away. go underground to never be seen again. nurse my pride and ego away from everyone.

i want that. god do i want that. but honestly, i think i’d be doing us both a massive disservice.

we mirror each other in all the best and worst ways and there is something profoundly beautiful in that. tragic, albeit. but beautiful, none the less. i think we’ve reached an impasse. a place within in this friendship that no longer looks or feels like friendship anymore, if you can ever even call what this what it is/was.

this is my long winded, verbose way of saying that as friends, i think we should ‘break up’ if you will. put the final nail in the coffin of something that’s already been six feet in the ground. we’ve exhumed it too many times. valiant efforts were made, make no mistake. but we need to put it to rest. give it a proper burial and send off. insert hard thing done here.

at the end of the day, we’re just two people trying to figure life out in the ways only we know how and by doing so, it’s no longer healthy to keep the presence alive. in this great quest to answer the big questions between us of, how and why — i lost myself. abandoned myself. i set you center stage all in the name of curiosity. well… you know what they say about curiosity. i died a long time ago.

i’m never going to truly be able to turn what i feel ‘off’ and i think that unsettles you. just as i’m never going to feel fully safe around you emotionally. we’re both always going to question the motives behind the other and the mess that lays between us is just that: a mess.

make no mistake: this is not me throwing in the towel because you don’t reciprocate my love or for my lack of trying to make things work between us. because i tried for a very very long time. bleeding out right in front of you while you just turned your cheek the other way. ‘i didn’t know if i was helping or hurting you by being in your life.’ yes you did. yes you did. you’ve always known just as i’ve always known. whether tou realized it or not. after all, nothing is ever truly a surprise between us, is it?

[hymn-of-muse]

I'm a time-what?? - p1

getting back into dr who and remembered i wanted to write a story for my oc so thought i might as well put it on my fic blog!

enjoy!

Yet another mundane day began with the loud noise of a digital bedside clock alarm. A hand reached out from under the cocoon of covers on the bed and slapped down on the nightstand before feeling around and hitting the button on top of the clock to turn off the alarm, soon after hitting another button to turn on the radio and tune in to a station playing music.

With a grown the pile of blankets started moving aside for a head of messy strawberry-blonde hair to immerge, letting out a yawn as she stretched the sleep out of her limbs and pushed herself out of bed for the day.

Alicia shuffled to her bathroom, softly nodding along to the music on the radio while she tamed her matted hair down with a brush before twisting it into a loose braid.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" A muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"Thanks Mum!" Alicia called back, peaking out of her bathroom doorway so her voice could be heard past the doorway of her whole bedroom.

after brushing her teeth and an outfit change, the girl made her way down the stairs to the kitchen table where a plate of toast and a cup of coffee sat waiting for her.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mother asked from the living room, diving a hand between the couch cushions.

"Did you try your purse yet?" Alicia asked, opening her moms purse and looking inside from where it sat on the counter.

"I did but I had no luck there-" Alicia cut her mom off when she spotted the set of keys on the other side of the counter next to the coffee pot.

"Found 'em. You must of set them down while you were making coffee" she pointed out, handing the keys over to her mom.

"oh, thanks, love." The woman sighed, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her purse and heading to the front door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number."

"Right, have a good day at work, mum." Alicia nodded, sitting at the table and starting on her breakfast as the door shut behind her mother.

Soon enough she'd slipped on her shoes, plugged a pair of earbuds in and headed out the door herself, strolling down the street and through the town.

She paused her walk just before she had completely gone passed a blue police box stationed across the street just off the sidewalk in between two buildings. "Odd.." she mumbled to herself.

it seemed out of place like a sore thumb, the paint was a fresh bright blue and stood out against the brown-grey stone buildings nearby. She shrugged at it, assuming it must just be brand new, and kept walking.

Alicia soon stepped inside the town's public library, taking out her earbuds as she did so and making her way behind the counter, quickly tossing a lanyard over her head with her ID attached.

"Anderson, you're early." commented one of the librarians sorting through the returned pile of books gathered from the front mail slot. "you dont start for another-" she checked her watch "ten minutes? alright so youre not as early as i thought." she chuckled.

"better than being late, right?" alicia snickered.

"yeah well since youre here now, can i get you to make me a list of people and their late books?" the librarian asked, glancing over her shoulder at the young lady.

Alicia nodded before sitting herself in front of the computer she'd been stationed at behind the desk and typing away at the keyboard. she took some time going over what was on her screen, scribbling down on a pad of paper she'd pulled out next to her.

the sound of the library's door swishing open and the quick tapping of footsteps snapped her attention up from the monitor to the entrance to see a man walk in and stop at the front desk.

"excuse me, you lovely ladies wouldnt happen to know if this town has a giant satellite dish would you?" he asked, earning a confused look between alicia and the librarian.

"no, sir. im afraid not." the librarian replied.

"are you..some kind of repairman?" Alicia asked, tilting her head slightly in her confusion.

"you could say that. i'm the doctor." he said confidently. "ah well, i'll have to try something else then." he muttered before strolling back out of the library.

"what would a doctor even need a giant satellite dish for?" alicia questioned, going back to her task.

"oh i wouldnt mind him, hes likely just some quack from the next town over" the librarian spoke.

after the long day at the library sorting books, helping people search shelves and check out or renew a copy, Alicia was more than happy to head back home.

"right, i'll see you tomorrow then, misses Hannigan." alicia said to the librarian with a wave before heading outside. on her way back down the street she passed by the blue box again, only to see the self proclaimed doctor head inside it. she shook her head, thinking the police were just going to brush off whatever he had to call them for as a prank call, and kept going.

"mum, i'm home" alicia called out after she made in through the door.

"hey, love, im making supper." her mom called back from the kitchen. "figured we both had a long day so i tossed a pie in the oven." she stated, smiling at her daughter.

"sounds good. you know the weirdest man came in today" alicia spoke. "didnt come for any books just asked if we knew if there was a giant satellite in town, claimed he was 'The Doctor' and left when we said no."

"oh yeah? sounds like a strange man for sure, that one." her mom nodded along.

"yeah, but on my way home i saw him get into a police box. cant imagine they'd wanna hear about whatever his 'emergency' is" alicia snickered.

"well you never know, could be something unrelated." she mom pointed out.

"oh yeah, guess youre right." alicia shrugged. "should i put on our show?" she asked, walking into the living room and picking up the remote from off the coffee table, turning on the tv and starting to surf the chanels.

the next morning alicia once again slapped her alarm silent and sat up with a yawn, but before she pushed herself out of bed the paused. the song on the radio was the exact same as yesterday at the exact same time and the date on her calendar was the same as yesterday's.

she shrugged it off, guessing she must have tuned into a different station playing the same hits and forgot to cross out that day on the calendar before going to bed last night. 'it's just a coincidence' she thought as she crossed out the day and shuffled into her bathroom.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" her mom's muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"thanks...mum..?" alicia paused. didnt the same thing happen yesterday morning? her mom was supposed to have gone to work much earlier today wasnt she? "mum, are you taking the day off?" alicia asked, leaning into the hallway from her bedroom doorway now.

"no, love, why?" her mom asked from the bottom of the stairs. "you feeling alright?"

"nothing, im fine" alicia called back before shaking her head, trying to brush off the weird sense of deja vu and go through her morning routine again.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mom asked from the living room once she'd come down stairs.

Alicia looked at the kitchen counter next to the coffee pot and spotted the keys, picking them up and walking over to her mom with her hand extended out to give them to her. "you left them in the kitchen again"

"again? oh, well..thanks love" her mom nodded, taking the keys with a puzzled look before grabbing her purse from the kitchen and heading to the door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number." she said after slipping on her shoes.

"yeah..have a good day at work" alicia nodded, once again feeling that weird sense that this has all happened before as she sat down at the table and took a bite out of the toast that was waiting for her.

maybe today was just going to be a weird day.

[forgrantedc]

Removing yourself from a tough situation is never easy. Especially when you’re in love.

I’ve spent the past 6 months falling for a woman. A woman so gentle, beautiful, insightful, intelligent, understanding, and vibrant. I see in her all the beauty the world has to offer ever time her smile lights up. Her eyes simultaneously become brighter making the hazel and green pop even more. She looks right through me, or so it feels, every time our eyes meet. I’ve been playing tug a war with my heart and I can’t seem to win. She has the tightest grip on me. Funny thing is she doesn’t even know it.

When I fell in love with her, I knew there were challenges in front of me. I began to numb myself to the overwhelming desire I had in my heart. I managed to dim the light enough around her to not raise suspicion. I just knew I wanted her in my life. I didn’t care what form that looked like. I was okay with being in the background.

I began to realize she was in love with another. Another who I knew well. It hurt my soul because of my own inner quarrels. I definitely knew my chances were long gone. So far gone I lost my hope. I start evaluating my own relationship. I made up my mind I was done. The love I felt for this other woman trumped all the love I once possessed for my current. I decided even if I couldn’t get her, I didn’t want to fake being in love with another. I made that decision for myself though.

As time progressed, something happened. We organically came together in time and started to share each other’s space. I was healing from making the decision in letting both of the women go in my life. She was healing from hard truths in a heart break. Together we began healing together. It’s beautiful and it feels so genuine. I never thought this would happen. I lay in her arms most nights listening to her heart beat wondering who makes it skip. I feel her hands wrap around my waist and wonder if I’m the one on her mind or if she’s dreaming I were someone else. Her feet dwindle between mine flirtatiously and I wonder if she did this with her. The only thing I don’t wonder is. I know when I hold her, I feel whole. I feel all the broken pieces of my soul come together slowly. I feel the good in the world. I feel the butterflies flying around my stomach trying to escape through my chest. I feel my lips twitch at the thought of pressing them against hers ever so gently. I feel the gentle caress of her fingers across my body. I smell her sweet perfume. I smell her freshly washed hair. I crave this. I crave her intimacy and her love more and more. Am I the lucky one? Do I get to finally show her and give her parts of me that I’ve been hiding because I didn’t have a chance. Do I move forward? I was running to her.. now I walk slowly. Only because I’m afraid she’ll change her mind.. I’d never change mine.

I told her she deserved to be chosen without hesitation. The only hesitation I have is whether or not she’d do the same for me. I’ve already made up my mind. I have nothing to lose. I’d give into her with every ounce of my soul. I’d bent and move anyway she wanted to see that beautiful smile I love so much light up her face. Not only her smile but to see her daughter and son be so happy too. The love I have for their mother is unwavering. I’d show them i love them too for who they are. They are pieces of her that I hold near and dear to my heart. I love them so deeply because they’re already a direct reflection of her. Id give them all whatever they wanted. I wouldn’t stop trying to be the best version of myself because they deserve that and so much more. Ugh.. I need to stop.

I get lost in these thoughts and my fear creeps over. The little voice in my head says no. I’m not the one because I’m undeserving. I’m not enough or I’m not the others. I know I’m not what she sees in them. I just want to show her I’m more. I’d never let her think she isn’t enough, or she isn’t loved. She would know I’d chose her. Every damn time. I would chose her.

[babyyweebbitch]

Hey! I really like your posts and stuff and I wondered if you could do a Yautja × Reader, any of them you want!

Maybe a what their reaction would be to the reader defending a Yautja Pup!

sure! thank u for ur request! also i have no idea what yautja call their or know what they look like, id imagine they all have their own big ass apartment with a whole back yard or something like that. also the size of the place depends if it’s a whole family or just one and since there are two (a yautja and a human) they have the big ass apartment with a back yard 😀 if that made any sense at all (this look a long ass time i’m sorry 🧍🏾‍♀️)

content warning : female reader (she/her pronouns used) ; HumanYautja relationship ; blood ; fighting ; limb being removed ;

y/n has lived on the ship for quite a long time after being taken in by a group of yautja as a child, she wasn’t a hunter obviously but she did work with everyone there quite well. she had hall sorts of non dangerous jobs such as medical duty, working with the weapons and technology, helped raising the younger yautja there and more! she was a great help to everyone.

her mate had brought their mutual friends small yautja pup to her to watch over while his parents were out hunting together one day. the day was going very smoothly, she helped him with plenty of stuff and even played a few games with him, having a fun day babysitting him.

“his parents should be back any time soon, it was a pretty short hunt due to his mother getting injured pretty badly” your mate told her, she picked up the young yautja and let him play with her hair, her hair was pretty long, fluffy and smelled pretty good. there were some dreads in her hair she let one of the young put in her hair while she was babysitting them a few days ago. she loved them so much that it’s now apart of her new style and will get a lot more

“oh god…. okay — i’ll take him to their home and i can tend to her wounds once she gets back.. i hope she’s okay” she said as she let the young yautja climb to her back and latch on while she walked around her own home to gather all of his things he had scattered around the place. once she had everything she put it all into a bag and went on her way. her and the young were talking the entire time she walked all the way across half the ship. she felt the presence of another yautja who wasnt her mate behind her so she turned around and one about to take the young. she backed away and she stared at them

“he’s not yours…. what are you doing?!” she said, she somehow got the yautja pup to get off her back and stand behind her, standing in front of him as if shielding him from the big predator

“he isn’t yours either, human scum! you have another’s young and i will return him to them” they reached out to grab her shoulder and pull her away from the pup but she instinctively turned and hugged the pup, using her own body as a shield to keep the yautja from hurting the pup

“stop it! i’m returning him home!” she said, the bigger yautja obviously didn’t care and tried to pry her away from the pup. after a while they finally got her off him and pushed her off. she fell on her butt and was pretty hurt from being pryed off the young. she watched them try taking the pup but he bit the side of their hand, damn near taking off their pinky and out of instinct they smacked him, causing him to fall to the floor and he started crying. she watched as all this happened and out of no where she grabbed the closet sharpest object near her and stabbed the bigger yautja in the back. they roared out in pain and she crawled to the pup, picking him up and trying to stop him from crying

“why you little piece of human scum! i will have your skull added to my collection!” they yelled, all she remembered seeing was them about to run and attack her so she protected the pup once again with her body, rather taking any hit, cut, bruise or even die than ever have this pup hurt or even killed because another yautja wouldn’t listen. once she didn’t feel any pain or being hit she looked up, seeing her mate fighting the yautja. it looked like watching two very angry wolves fighting over food. there was growling, blood, roaring and even one picking up the other and throwing them down.

she watched in terror for a few more seconds before going to check up on the pup, making sure he had no injuries or something. she got him to stop crying after a while. he wasn’t hurt too badly, he complained the side of his face hurt and that he was scared of the yautja. she held him and told him everything was okay now and that he was safe. she stood up still holding the pup close to her and she went to see if they were still fighting. her mate had won the fight but spared the yautjas life. he ended up taking their arm as a trophy instead of their head

“do not ever! and i mean ever! hurt her or that pup ever again! or next time you won’t be so lucky!” he yelled to them. she went over to calm him down a bit and checked over him to see if he had any injuries, he had a few minor cuts on his person so she handed the pup to him and went to go check on the yautja he had fought. her mate was curious as to why she was worried about them, they had tried to hurt her! maybe even have killed her if he didn’t get there when he did so why was she helping him

“why must you tend to them? they could have killed you!” he asked, letting the pup play with a shark tooth necklace he had around his neck. watching as she helped the yautja up

“it’s my duty to tend to anyone’s wounds. i am a nurse on the ship after all. i’m gonna take them to the actual doctor, please take the pup to his parents and tell the mother i will tend to her shortly!” she said as she guided the yautja to the  infirmary and got him checked out by one of the fellow nurses there. she quickly explained what happened before she left to the pups home. her mate was very confused because they tried to kill her but yet she let herself over the pup and in the end even helped the yautja who attacked her…. he wish he was as kind as her to be able to help someone who just tried to kill him…

after a few minutes of walking she finally met her mate, the pup and the parents. the mother was sitting on the floor trying to stitch herself up but Y/N went to stop her and did it for her. the mother reached out for her son before realising something was off about his face, some side was red

“y/n…. what happened to my boy?” she asked before seeing how red her back was and there were a few cuts on her “what happened to you too?!” now she knew something was wrong…. she had a tendency to get very overprotective of her since they have known each other for a long time and have been through a lot together so obviously she grew protective

“i’m okay! i promise. these are just scratches but earlier some yautja thought i was taking him away but i was trying to explain that i was taking him home… they didn’t listen and attacked me, your son bit him which cause them to smack him, i stabbed them and then my mate came and took care of them — they’re in the infirmary right now” she explained “your son was very brave by the way! not even i have the confidence to bite one of you guys” she said, going on to take care of the next wound

“you stabbed them?” her mate asked…. he was shocked she did that, he knew she was a strong human but everyone he’s met before always ran away or something so he was shocked she did that “maybe you can start going on hunts with me, you have proven you are strong even with no combat training. i shall t—“

“i’m not hunting” she said, already knowing the lecture about going on hunts he was going to give her, he’s given her this lecture so many times she knows it word for word by now. after she had cut him off the father of the pup started to laugh very hard and loud, using a laugh he had memorised from a human

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” the father laughed with his arms crossed and everything

“she will give in one day! i just have to try harder and longer!” her mate protested, she shook her head and looked at him

“you’re not gonna convince me, dear” she said with a smile on her face. she went to the mothers back side and moved her long dreadlocks out the way to see a huge cut going across her back. she started to clean the wound and the mother would roar each time the cleaning stuff got inside her cut. “i know… i know it hurts…. just give me a few more seconds and i’ll stitch it up” she said in a calm and oddly comforting voice, the mother held in her urge to punch something until she was done with cleaning everything. after she was done and backed up a bit “okay now you can” she gave the mother the go ahead to punch the floor, which she did

she went to get the needle and thread and started stitching up the mothers back. while she did both of their mates watched this interaction between them…

“y/n is very kind…. is that usual for humans?” the mothers mate asked hers… he was confused as to why y/n was super nice even when she was threatened

“it’s usual for her…. other humans i’m not so sure about… she protected a young that wasn’t even hers… she risked her life for a child she didn’t even birth… she is amazing….” her mate said, not taking his eyes off her the entire time. he knew there was something about her he liked that he didn’t see up until that day…

this is so bad, i rushed the end tbh. and this also isn’t proof read or edited at all. ALSO, i do have a job now so pls don’t be upset if i dont do ur request right away or it takes a long time. during october is when i should be working a lot more because halloween so yeah!

[mossy-rainfrog]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Martin and Jon in season 1 of the Magnus Archives. Martin is seen out in the archives hallway, through the doorway to Jon’s office. Martin a fat Black man with short coily hair, round glasses, and snake bite lip piercings. He wears a blue sweater over a white collared shirt, and carries a brown satchel with him. Martin is looking over his shoulder with interest as he walks into work, and in a smaller panel to the side, we see Jon watching him with wide eyes. Jon is a thin Persian person with long greying hair tied back in a low bun, and rectangular glasses. He wears a red button down underneath a brown jacket, and is seated at the desk in his office. He stares out at Martin, looking flustered. There are small lines by Martin’s mouth indicating the piercings, and there are exclamation marks by Jon’s head indicating his reaction. End ID.]

I found an old fic in my notes about Martin dressing alt/punk outside of work and accidentally leaving on a small indicator of his usual fashion when he comes into the archives and I just. had to bring it back. Also, because I am still fond of it, please enjoy the aforementioned fic🥰:

Jon is having a difficult morning, to say the least. He had believed that coming into work an entire hour early would provide him with ample time to get a head start on today’s organizing, but that has decidedly not been case. He’s already had to take the statements of two utterly ridiculous liars who could barely keep the grins off of their faces as they recounted their ludicrous tale, and then listen to Elias subsequently dress down his so-called ‘attitude towards patrons’ for nearly half an hour, and suffice it to say, he would really like to get started on something that is actually worth his time.

He dislikes settling down with the more... difficult statements before all of his colleagues arrive, an attempt to keep them from interrupting his recordings to greet him, so once he’s finished his other menial tasks, he finds himself simply sitting and waiting for the ensemble of his assistants to arrive.

Tim and Sasha are the first - entering together as usual after having stopped for coffee on the way in - but Martin is slow to follow, taking nearly another fifteen minutes to arrive. It’s nearly ten past seven at that point, and once Jon hears Martin’s steps coming towards his office, he has half a mind to give the man yet another lecture on punctuality and work ethic. He gets as far enough as bracing his hands on the table to stand up, and then Martin appears in the doorway to his office, and he realizes something strikingly different about his appearance.

That is to say, Jon’s whole world narrows down very suddenly to the little black studs decorating the space underneath his bottom lip.

He’s staring, he knows he is, but Martin is busy looking down the hall for the moment, so Jon doesn’t force himself to tear his eyes away just yet. How long has he had his lip pierced, Jon wonders? Has it been there the whole time he’s known him? Has he only recently gotten it done? How? Why?

It’s hard to imagine Martin - soft, unassuming Martin who is far too large for the amount of space he crams himself into, always slouching, always pulling himself inwards as if he can make himself disappear - dressing in any way other than soft sweaters and slacks, but if Jon’s honest, he’s never actually seen the man outside of work. He has no idea how Martin chooses to dress himself when out from under the Institute’s rigid dress code, and this tiny window he’s been provided with is making him maddeningly curious.

He’s not... he doesn’t have feelings for Martin, aside from a general annoyance, occasionally marked with curiosity. He’s a professional, for God’s sake, not to mention that Martin’s very existence as a given is like a grain of sand in his eye, rubbing and irritating. Now he cuts clean through without even noticing. Jon itches to know more.

“Jon?” Martin’s voice tears him from his thoughts. “Is something wrong?”

Oh, shit. Jon can feel his gaze heat up as if he’s done something horribly wrong - how embarrassing that he can’t even keep a blush off of his face - but he still forces himself to open his mouth and stutter out an excuse. He means to remark on one of Martin’s missing reports, or the fact that he’s coming in nine minutes late, but what ends up leaving his mouth is; “Your lip is pierced.”

Just a sentence, not a question. He thinks he’s positively beet red. Martin freezes, the tips of his ears darkening visibly against his brown skin as his hand shoots to his mouth and his eyes widen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I must have forgotten to take them out,” the poor man looks like he’s about to panic as he whips his gaze around as if to see if anyone else has noticed. “Don’t tell Elias, please, I’ve seen how he gets after Tim for the dress code, and there is no way, I mean no way—”

“Oh, n-no, it’s- I- it’s fine, really,” Jon raises his hands in defense as Martin rambles, for some reason inclined to reassure the man. “I won’t- I’m not- I’m not going to tell him.”

Martin hesitates, wringing his hands, apologies visible on every pore of his face. “I- Thank you. I’ll- I’ll go take it off. Christ, that’s embarrassing.”

“Only if you want,” Jon shrugs, which is definitely not the correct thing for him to say as a boss, and it definitely comes out a little gentler than he intends it to, and Jon is three seconds from screaming if he can’t figure out how to make himself react normally to this. It’s a non-traditional piercing in an academic institute of research; it’s against the rules, however dated they may be, and further than that, there is no reason for it to completely undo his composure the way that it has. He tries to get a hold of himself. “I-I mean, that’s likely for the best.”

Martin is giving him a funny look - probably a response to seeing the whole spectrum of human emotions flash across Jon’s face in a millisecond - but he still nods and says: “Sorry again. Thank you,” and then disappears down the corridor.

Jon immediately buries his face in his hands and sighs.

What is wrong with him? For God’s sake, he’s just seen Martin with a lip piercing, it’s not like he’s witnessed the man undressed. Besides, he works in an archive where he has to read statements about the intricacies of monsters that rip off people’s skin and suchlike every day, he should know how to keep his composure better than this. He should just move on with his day and focus without a problem, just like he does every morning.

Except, his mind keeps wandering back to it; the way the little studs had followed the shape of his mouth, the way they had quirked up when he flashed one of his nervous smiles, the way Jon is still desperately curious about what brought him to get them done, and also what it might feel like to brush a thumb, or perhaps even his lips over them.

Jon sits up so fast his head actually smacks against an open filing cabinet behind him. His mind is too busy reeling to notice the ache that fills his head, and he stares straight ahead with wide eyes and utterly scorching cheeks. Absolutely not. He absolutely did not just think about kissing Martin Blackwood. that was- that would be...

He blinks hard, clears his throat. It doesn’t matter what that was. He’s decidedly not interested in Martin Blackwood romantically, or in any other capacity given his truly ridiculous academic competence and his obnoxious habit of interrupting seemingly every stable thing Jon has in his life. He crushes the feeling down hard, locks it up in a box, stuffs it down under his lowest two ribs, and resolves himself never to open it again.

He is not going to keep thinking about this all day. He has work to do, and if something as simple as a pair of metal studs can distract him this badly, then he needs to make absolutely certain it doesn’t happen again.

He tells himself he’s not disappointed when he sees Martin without the piercings later that day.