#saving this for when i need to congratulate anyone about anything

[haikyu-mp4]

Keeping it down

Suggestive workplace romance for the Schweiden Adlers with your secret husband Ushijima for my workplace romance event <3

requested by @iatethemochi. word count; 630 – f!reader

The Schweiden Adlers were reaching new heights, easily maintaining their spot at the top of the ranks week after week. Through being the team’s star spiker, Ushijima met you. You were the main team manager, always running around and ensuring that the players had anything they needed and were in the right place at the right time.

None of the other team members quite understood when the two of you had made a spark, so it was quite a surprise when you two first kissed after a tough practice. It was an innocent peck that had all the other members questioning Ushijima wildly in the locker rooms afterwards.

“We have gone on a couple of dates and have decided to be exclusive now.” He had answered so simply as if this wasn’t a complete shock to all of them. Romero had clapped his back with a booming laugh.

“Congratulations to the happy couple!”

Now, you were both what some might call private people. You didn’t particularly desire anyone to have their nose in your business, so you kept the relationship secret from the media to avoid any scandals. Also considering that their team was very popular with the media lately, you mutually agreed to keep your relationship secret.

However, it started bothering him now, several years later and a couple of months into being married to the most gorgeous and wonderful woman ever.

After the season’s last game, he was interviewed by the press and asked if he had any interest in dating, the interviewer suggesting it’s what the fans want to know.

His eyes drifted past the camera to where you were listening intently to Hoshiumi, who was rambling about something he had thought of during the game, and you were no doubt trying to figure out if you could help him sort anything out.

Usually, it didn’t bother him much, but he just really wanted everyone to look at you and know you were the love of his life.

Alas, he bit his tongue, answering dismissively and moving along with the team heading back to the hotel. He had asked for a separate bedroom to share with you, so the team would be saving on an extra room anyway, and the second you entered your bedroom, his tongue went from clutched between his teeth to exploring your mouth.

You tasted of that one gum he knows you like, and his hands explored you like it was the first time. He moved over your hips and upwards, kneading your breasts in the way that usually made you pull him a little closer before pulling away from your lips.

“Join me in the shower?”

You answered by pulling him along, leaving a trail of your clothes on the way in and only just managing to close the door before his lips were back on yours.

“You did so well today, Toshi,” you sighed, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Thank you, darling. You take such good care of the team, now let me take care of you.”

His lips moved achingly slow across your skin. You tried to close your legs for some friction while the water ran over your skin, but his hand clutched your right thigh to hold it up against his hip while carefully pushing your back against the shower wall.

“I think we should go public. If it makes you uncomfortable, that is completely understandable, but-”

“I agree,” you cut in. “Everyone should know you’re my husband, and mine only.” There was a giddy smile on your face, all teeth as you panted from the make-out.

It’s a pity you both left your phones on the floor somewhere in the bedroom, as Hirugami was begging you in the group chat to keep it down this time.

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[shirefantasies]

First off, congratulations on 300 followers 🎉 I’m a big fan of your work! I was wondering if you could write about the different elf characters and how they would react to realizing they have feelings for a hobbit! reader?

Thank you & my apologies for the late response on this one 😅 but this is a fun one so let's see!

The Elves Realizing Their Feelings for Hobbit!Reader

Thranduil

Denial penetrates every corner of the woodland king's mind- such a humble creature, known not in the slightest for their ways of allure, and yet you permeate his thoughts so! Surely it was your reaction to the sight of him, the simplicity of your manner that was ever so refreshing. Thranduil knows little more than reverence to a fault, cowing and great shows and yet…you see him. You treat him as anyone else. No fanfare, but no expectations either. No doubts. Thus he works to doubt you less, to make less assumptions about your ability and even jokes about your stature. He finds as you talk that you share a love of nature, all your reverence dedicated almost solely to the earth’s growing things, the way roots seek what they need. Thranduil does the same, you point out, and ever does he endure in his place of nourishment, but sometimes any plant needs a good repotting. Astute, very astute, and yet your words strike his heart like an arrow. You, he wishes to say, are his repotting. But perhaps he should put that more romantically… all the greatest shows of elvenkind for a mere hobbit. Who would have thought? Thranduil reflects with a fond, amazed smile.

Feren

From the moment he grabbed hold of you, knife pressed to the back of your neck, Feren puzzled at the way his heartbeat sped, not yours. You were no threat to him, you were nothing in fact save an intruder in his lord Thranduil's realm, one of many his patrol took into custody. You were the smallest, he noticed, and certainly the least deadly if the startled, pleading look in your eyes was anything to go off of. Why did you keep... No, he could hardly relent, not when he had orders to- "You are afraid?" He found himself whispering to you, hiding his gaze upon you by hovering it over you and the other hobbit. You nod and he begins to whisper words of comfort to you, explaining that while stubborn, his king was nothing if not benevolent and would likely simply detain you. No harm would come your way. When indeed Thranduil sentenced your odd company to imprisonment, he found himself strolling to your cell time and time again, offering you food and drink and answering your rapid fire of questions ranging from what would happen to you to soon what customs were practiced in the Woodland Realm. "I think this place is beautiful," you told him, "I think if I were to rot anywhere, I am glad that it is to be here." "I think so, too," Feren agreed, and why he spoke the next part he still did not know, "And I do not think that shall be your fate." It was not until he walked away from you, considering what things he might bring to show you, that he realized how attracted to you he truly had become.

Legolas

Finds himself studying you, gaze unable to fall from you for too long, searching your every movement. Suddenly his interest in hobbits has increased tenfold; in fact, Legolas begins speaking more to Frodo and Sam about their customs, favorite things back in the Shire. His heart swells further for it just as you, taking in with bright eyes every spray of harebell and piping hot cup of lavender tea with scones and little gift of courtship presented to the hobbit of one's dreams. Pastoral, joyful, many delights absent from the prince's own upbringing- what a breath of fresh air you are! But what does he say to you? If possible, the elven prince finds himself even quieter than normal, simply captivated by your every motion. As a result he leans upon conveyance through action, rushing to your defense in battle and being there to catch you when you fall, enjoying in the briefest moments the feeling of his hands about your waist.

Haldir

Years have worn him. Battles have hardened him. Customs have dictated he be free of emotion as much as possible, or else suppress display of them for decorum. You, by contrast, are so innocent, almost painfully so and every sight of your wide, shining eyes has Haldir swearing to protect you. The world cannot take away your wonder, your sweetness, the good you see in all people. Oh, he cannot even wish immortal life upon you for all its horrors, and does he even wish it for himself? The small being remaining within him cries out for your life, to be swept off to your Shire and work hard at cultivating joy above all else. While that future may not lie ahead of him, he seeks it in every question he asks, every story he requests. Often does he marvel at your hidden strengths and wonders, especially in such a deceptively small package.

Galadriel

Oh, the way you charm and flatter her! Someone so small yet without any fear in the world as you spill the sweetest words before her. Galadriel cannot help smiling, especially when you gently take her hand and she sees just how small yours looks in hers. She begins to dream of ways she could hold you, how she can reach down to cup your cheeks… And then without warning she is lost in reverie. Her space is yours and you all but have free rein of her home. All from these unexpected, wildly blossoming feelings. Secretly she wishes you would still seek her out, but Galadriel knows above all that that choice is yours. She will simply have to wait and see and hope each dream she shares of simple joys like a riverside walk or even drawing closer to you in greater, deeper ways from the recesses of her mind, are shared by you…

Lindir

These unfamiliar sensations he experiences in your presence can only be one thing. The desire to run his fingers through your curls, surely soft as they appear. The way you have become his muse, inspiring more than a single song. You have a greater appreciation for arts than Lindir must admit he would have expected of the Shire-folk, and your wonder has him wishing to experience it all again for the first time. Is he to speak these things aloud? Does he dare? Whatever might Lord Elrond think if his servant were to do such a thing? Not, of course, that he has not wished Lindir great happiness. Happiness. Your smile, so genuine, sincere as your bright words. Yes, you are happiness, and such cannot go unspoken, or perhaps unsung…

Elrond

Many words have been spoken of the quiet strength of hobbits, quite a few of them by the Lord of Imladris himself. You are no exception to this, appearing before him as a little blaze of fire unafraid to make demands at council. He cannot even fight, just chuckle and hear your terms, and he wonders if you take notice of the way the others look at his soft response. Why, he wonders, is he being so giving- simple appreciation for the pastoral little folk and all they symbolize for the joy and hope of the world? Perhaps, but a part of him is forced to admit… He is attracted to you. Much time has passed since Elrond has been met with such a force, and quite simply put it stirs something in him. Much as he has endured in this world, your desire to fight for every joy you've ever known rings true to Elrond's own creation of a house of comfort...in your own special way. He cannot help but smile as he listens to you.

Arwen

Developing a little habit for teasing you, Arwen always manages to slink behind you and offer to help you reach something off a high shelf, voice low and lips curved upward. She is older than her visage suggests, wiser, thus you are not the first hobbit to cross her path and she looks upon you with no great shock. She does, however, seek to show a greater level of respect than the so-called 'little folk' tend to be shown. During discussions with her father and the other elves, Arwen smiles and waves you forward, especially if you happen to be shy, then her affection only grows, a hand falling over your shoulder and her smile widening. The more time you spend together, the more this happens, Arwen taking your hand to wish you well, sliding a hand over your waist to move past you, even playfully nudging you when you run together and always keeping pace with you. She is comfortable with you, she realizes, happiest at your side, and that is when it sinks in: she loves you.

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tags: satoru gojo x f!reader, bridgerton!au, reader and gojo are acquaintances, brief mention of satoru's mom passing when he was young. also please don't come at me if I got the garter belt/stocking thing wrong (I did a quick google search) so may not be historically accurate. (this could be a part two to this story that is also bridgerton gojo based).

“my lord,"

"please," he says, "gojo is fine."

"mr. gojo," you say, because frankly gojo feels too personal though it had been the last name his friends, such as lord nanami, have refered to him by. he stands at a respectable distance from you, watching over as you sit on a stone bench around the garden of lord kusakabe's home. your family visit had served to wish him congratulations after recuperating from a terrible cold this past winter. now, lord kusakabe stands as he used to, laughs as he holds a cigar between his lips as guests enjoy tea and play outdoor games.

though a lady like you, having a wardrobe malfunction, thinks it's best to hide behind a maze as you fail to adjust the garter belt that pulls up your warm stockings that keep the cold air from entering your skin. lord gojo stands at a respectable distance, towards your right as he attempts to look over your shoulder. your cling onto your left garter, saving any decency you can maintain.

you had met gojo through the first spring dance of the season, right after you had danced with higuruma. taken aback by his intial comments on how lord higuruma was a terrible choice for a satoru, and by your naivety by speaking your mind (respectably, of course) in front of someone so.... well of. regarded as royalty by even the queen herself. lord gojo did not hold your behavior against you, and to that you were partially thankful of. your honor must remain impeccable as your mother's. everyone has a standard to uphold, no?

what set you apart, nearly three weeks into the season from most, was lady whistledown's kind and praiseful remarks during the ball. it would be later made aware that perhaps you could be the diamond of the season. who knew as meeting the queen was only a week away.

so you had to keep your reputation as clean as possible.

"my lady, are you alright?" your jaw tightened at his words. you guessed perhaps your body tightened as well since the man approaches you carefully, slowly. waiting to see if you put a stop to him.

"yes, quite alright thank you." you laugh nervously, "just... a bit worn out from today's activities." he noticies you hold your leg.

"is your... leg alright?" he asks. you don't know how you do it, but when he suggests to get help, you stop him. it would be far worse for him to get help from others while you're here, with an intimate wardrobe malfunction.

"no! just... leave me be," he eyes you.

"I can assure you, leaving a lady in distress goes against my honor code. tell me, is there anything I can do?"

you hesitantly bite your bottom lip.

"it's... it's a wardrobe, malfunction, my lord." your eyes don't meet his as your cheeks burn under the sun. he looks at your figure, not sensing anything wrong at first glance.

"underneath."

"oh," he remains quiet for several seconds. "may I... may I know what it is?"

"my garter belt."

"what do you need to do?"

"I need to hook the end of the belt to the opening of the stocking, but..." you sigh, "it won't work."

"may I have a glance?" he asks, and you guess he senses the panic in your eyes and silence as he holds his hands up. "I promise I won't do anything, in fact, I'm sure your family might suspect your absence relatively soon if you don't return." but that isn't what worries you.

"I can't have a man that isn't my husband to do something like that," you try your best to not snap, "if anyone were to see or hear about this, my reputation would be ruined."

"not with me it won't." he says, "if you allow me to help, neither one would speak of this, and we can return back to the estate as if nothing happened. I don't wish to ruin the life of someone so...."

"so....?"

"someone honorary," he swallows, "respectable. most women your age enjoy ruining other people's lives, spreading misinformation to cause harm, and do anything as selfish as one can imagine."

"how would you know that?" you question almost bluntly, "you... you don't know me."

"I'm afraid you yourself aren't quite aware of the impression you have made on others, miss." he says as he slowly approaches, getting as far as to his knees to assist. "now please, allow me to assist you."

your lungs paused for what felt like an eternity. you didn't know what was more intimate, either his soft spoken words or his delicate fingers on your belt, causing your heart to beat loudly it would possibly errupt from your chest.

"how do you know how to do this?" you find yourself whispering. the lord looks up at you for what you can finally see up close are mesmerizing blue eyes, bluer than anything you've seen or dreamed of before he says.

"I used to watch my mother dress herself when I was a boy," he clarifies, "she passed before I turned 7."

[hiraganasakura]

I'm rewatching RWBY and I just finished V3 and like. I'm having so many thoughts about Ruby

She was an eager student, yearning to follow in her mother's footsteps and help others, who got accepted into Beacon Academy two years early. But she felt worried that she'd be singled out; she wants to be normal among her peers, not anything special. "I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees," she says to Yang.

Then she's thrown into the position of leadership despite her young age and relative inexperience, and while she takes it in stride she's incredibly hard on herself in the process. "We need to put our teammates first, and ourselves second," she says to Jaune.

And just when she grows comfortable in her skills and her position as team leader, everything falls apart. Beacon falls. Penny and Pyrrha die horrifically right before her eyes and she's left behind to blame herself. Yang loses her arm — and a part of herself. Weiss is snatched away by her father, Blake runs away. Ozpin has vanished, his lieutenants left to pick up the pieces of the broken, ruined Vale. Most of the ppl that Ruby has come to count on, just... gone. And then immediately after she wakes up from all that, Qrow dumps on her that, congratulations kid, you have silver eyes which basically means you're destined to save the world, have fun! "Then what can I do? If I'm so special, I can help, right?" she says to Qrow.

It's no wonder she got such a martyr complex, no wonder she threw herself so heavily into the identity of a hero, no wonder she fell to pieces and grew consumed by guilt and grief and self-loathing later in the show. She just wanted to go to school and learn how to protect ppl. And then she couldn't even protect the ppl who mattered most to her, not out of some failing on her own part, but bcus she is a child, a child with way too much on her shoulders. And it's just gotten worse. Now she's expected to save the whole world, all bcus she inherited her mother's eyes.

The weight of the entire world upon the shoulders of a grieving teen girl.

How would that not be too much for anyone to bear?

[tomhollandisabae]

I've got a request! Ghost and reader on a mission together. They both have definite feelings for each other already. Reader gets shot and from Ghosts pov it looks fatal, but it isn't. Reader has to play dead to escape from the enemy and scares Ghost half to death in the process. THANK YOU

thank u so much for ur request love!!🥰🥰

faking- simon "ghost" riley x reader

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summary; as the mission goes on, you are forced to fake your death, hurting the man you love most.

warnings; angst, death, mentions of blood, mature language, violence, fluff, english is not my first language, unedited

words; 1.7k

a/n; doesn't follow the events of mw2, but there are some hints here and there

to clear things out MI5 works within the UK (MI6 is the opposite)

“Vox, report.” You heard ghost’s voice.

“I'm going in.” You replied.

“No, no. You stay where you are, you hear me? We didn't agree on that.” He insisted.

“Ghost there is no other way. It has to be done now. Over.”

The situation had as follows; you had organised an ambush on Graves and his team, while your top priority was to capture him and take him hostage to use him against Shepherd. However, your plan wasn't keeping up with theirs as much as you wanted, so you had to improvise. That's why you argued with Ghost and disobeyed his instructions, putting yourself at risk.

As you broke in you started taking down one soldier after the other, but sooner or later found yourself on your knees, putting pressure on the front of your thigh trying to prevent more blood loss as you had apparently been shot.

“Vox, what's going on?” Ghost’s worried voice sounded once again over the comms.

“I'm hit, but I'll survive.” You informed him.

“I'm coming in.”

“Ghost no, I'll be fine.” You insisted, but it had no result as you show him entering the building you were in and approaching you carefully, trying not to compromise himself.

“I told you not to do that. You didn't listen Y/n.” He spoke once he leaned down taking you in his arms and picking you up carefully making you hiss due to the pain.

“I'm sorry…” You responded weakly.

“Hey it's okay, you're going to be okay. Just keep your eyes open, can you do that for me doll?” He asked you, panic written all over his voice.

“Mhhm…” you murmured as you started feeling lightheaded.

“Y/n, Y/n” he shook you “I need a medic immediately! Vox is down!” He shouted over the comm.

“Simon…” you exclaimed his name slowly.

“Everything's going to be okay Y/n, you'll be okay. Please keep your eyes open.” He pleaded as his hands started trembling.

“I'm sorry, i'm so sorry…” a tear rolled down on your cheek.

“Medics are on their way.”

“You hear that darling, they're coming to save you.” He placed you down again, once you were outside the building.

“I'm really sorry…” you kept repeating over and over again.

“You don't have to be sorry about anything sweetheart, everything's fine. Just stay awake.” You could tell that under the mask a sad and hurt expression had overtaken his facial characteristics.

“I'm so…”

“No! No no no! Please no!” He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly as if he could keep you soul in from exiting your cold body.

When the medics finally arrived they found Ghost on his knees holding you as tight as he could, trying to memorise the way you felt for the rest of his miserable life. They tried to take you away from him and after a few tries they succeeded as Soap appeared from behind them, approaching Ghost and kneeling down next to him trying to comfort him, but it was too late.

Ghost had lost his last hope of life. He had lost you…

It took three months for the Task Force 141 to finally give an end to everything. They had accomplished their mission and were now celebrating in a small bar as they waited for Laswell to arrive, so she could congratulate them face to face.

Ghost never spoke to anyone, only when it was needed for the mission. He distanced himself from everyone and everything and promised himself to avenge for you death. As he did.

Now the team were having their time of their lives, when finally Laswell walked in.

“Hello boys.” She greeted them with a smile.

They all said their hellos back, apart from Ghost who just nodded towards her.

However, nobody noticed another figure entering the bar, behind Kate.

“It can't be…” Soap exclaimed shocked and everyone turned to him in question and he pointed towards the person behind Laswell.

“Vox?” Gaz said and Ghost head shot up feeling his heart racing.

“Hi” You finally waved at them appearing now next to Kate.

“How?” Price questioned.

“Sit down boys, we can't talk standing.” Laswell motioned towards the booth where everyone was sitting.

And they did so, as you sat down across from Ghost, not daring to look at him. You didn't know what to expect from him. You had left him, you broke him, making him think he had lost everything once again. You were his war partner, wanting to be his life partner eventually, but you betrayed him.

“So where should I start from?” Kate sighed.

“How's Y/n alive, no offence Y/n, I'm really glad your alive, but.. how?” He turned to you and you just nodded.

“Y/l/n works for the MI5, she's been a secret agent for the British army since the beginning of her career. When she was placed in Task Force 141, she had already agreed that her alliance would always be to MI5, so when she was asked to fake her death she couldn't do otherwise.” She began explaining “Y/n, you wanna continue? You know the situation better than anyone.” She asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, umm… M asked me to get into the Shadow company swearing my allegiance to them, but to do so I had to make you all believe that I'm dead. I had approached Graves and talked to him about it. I promised him that I would be by his side and I would let him know everything about our team. Of course I had already spoken with M and we had agreed on what I would be giving away to him, most of them were false informations. So when I entered that building I had already a bag with fake blood on my foot and prosthetics above it to make it look real. I stabbed the bag and you know the rest… Once I was in the Shadow company I had found a way to secretly commuting with M and gave them all the information they needed. Graves trusted me with everything and I was beside him all the time. When he was finally killed, I was… well… brought back to life.” You said.

“Wow…” Soap was in awe.

“Badass.” Has smirked.

“That's a hell of sacrifice you did there Y/l/n. If they had found out, you'd be for real dead.” Price told you.

“I know, but I was extremely careful.” You smiled at him.

“So you were out secret informer” Soap raised his eyebrow.

“Don't think so. I was providing some information to the MI5, I guess M was talking with Kate and then passing the info to you.” You bit your lip.

“So badass” Soap agreed with Gaz.

Suddenly, Ghost rose up from his seat and walked out of the bar leaving you speechless.

“You should go talk to him. He went through a lot after what happened.” Soap looked at you.

“Yeah, I remember…” You exhaled as you had flashbacks of when he wouldn't let you go as the paramedics were trying to take you away from him.

You got up and finally went outside to find him leaning against a tree in the far back.

“Simon…” You breathed out his name as you approached him.

He didn't respond, didn't even look at you for a second.

“Simon I'm really sorry…”

“Yeah, you said so. Now it all makes sense, the way you were repeating that you were sorry over and over again, the fact that there was no funeral… it all makes sense now.” He shook his head.

“I had no other choice. You have to believe me.” You tried to reason with him.

“Everyone has a choice Vox.” It took you aback as he used your code name and not the real one. He would never call you that when you weren't in the battlefield.

“Well I didn't.” You raised your voice having enough at this point and he finally looked at you shocked.

“You don't know how it is to work for the secret services Simon. They have no morals. They used my fucking family. They had promised me that they would provide them protection as long as I was away for the mission, but they had captured them and threatening to kill them all in the name of saving thousands of other lives. As much as I love you Simon, I love my family too. I might not be able to have a decent relationship with you anymore, but at least you and my family are alive.” You cried out as words kept spilling out of your mouth.

“You love me?” He interrupted you after a while.

“I… yes Simon, I love you more than anything.” You wiped your tears away as you saw him walking up to you.

“Is your family okay?” He asked once he stood in front of you.

“Yeah” you shook your head positively “they're fine.”

“Good.” He placed his arms around your waist pushing you closer to him, making you gasp at the gesture.

“Simon…” you looked up at him.

“What about the MI5?” He asked you.

“I'm out. I don't work for them anymore.” You bit your lip nervously, but he placed his thumb on top of your lower lip, freeing it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You barely whispered.

“Good.”

What he did next was something that you never expected him to do. He lifted his mask, taking it off completely, revealing his beautiful face to you.

With your hands trembling, you placed them carefully on each side of his face.

“I love you Y/n.” He lowered his head, your lips only centimetres from each other.

“Please…” you pleaded.

“What do you want darling?” His lips brushed the crooner of yours softly.

“Kiss me.” Your eyes looked with his.

And he did so, finally connecting your lips in a so long awaited kiss. His soft once moving slowly on top of yours with so much care and love.

And that was just the beginning of a new chapter of both your lives.

Because you would leave a happy ever after, together and forever!

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A Prevailing Love

ukai keishin x reader words; 1614 synopsis; a memory from childhood- getting locked in the bathroom. the life he's living now still carries themes from his teenagerhood.

If there were at least two things that Ukai Keishin knew, it was that he was in love with her, and that he was a reasonable volleyball coach.

The second thing was due to all the time he spent working with the volleyball team, and ensuring that they were doing their best to perform at maximum capability. The first thing however, was much more of a challenge to understand. His love for her was blurry and confusing, like the way when he rubbed his eyes too hard and that static darkness that covered his eyelids, that was his adoration for her.

He wished that he could have been high school sweethearts with her, the girl who came to all of his games just so she could be the first person to congratulate him on a win, or be there to comfort him after a loss.

He only realized he liked her when she started dating some other guy from school, a green jealousy coating his senses as he kept being her friend.

There was always a thousand excuses for why he never said anything to her. The timing was never right, there were other people (for her, he never liked to date around), there was volleyball to focus on, a team to manage, shops to maintain up to standard.

She owns the small tea shop directly across from the Sakanoshita Store. If he times it just right, he can go for a smoke break when she goes outside to water the flowers in the pots splayed into the windowsill. Talking easily, and words flowed like the exhale of burnt smelling smoke from his lips.

She hated when he smoked, always citing studies about cigarettes. But he was a chainsmoker at this point.

She was the one who caught him more than once behind the school gym, smoking cigs and trying to burn leaves without starting an actual fire.

"Ukai, you can't be serious." She hit her hand to her forehead. He quickly threw his smoke to the ground and stamped on it with his shoes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." An eye roll later, and she dragged him to the non-gendered bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"Geez, if you wanted me alone, just say that." She filled a cup up with water and dumped it on his head. She tilted her head, as if to say: care to argue with me now?

He apologized, and took the piece of gum she offered. Chewing slowly, he climbed up and sat on the counter, the sink was running as she scrubbed his jacket and tried to massage enough hand soap on it to get rid of the scent of smoke. He had caused her more than enough trouble this time.

They had a science examination coming up, and their teacher had subtly, not subtly, mentioned that if anyone smelt like any kind of drug, then he would void their test and give an automatic fail. She was just trying to save his ass once again. Saving him from burning up his whole life.

When she was satisfied with the clean jacket, she held the clothing under the hand dryer, as Ukai repeatedly hit the button to start the air flow. The jacket got moderately dry, and the scent of the smoke was faded enough and replaced with the green apple hand soap. He slid his jacket back on.

The bigger problem, aside from the wet clothing, and her being mad at him yet again, was her rapidly twisting and jerking the door handle.

"It's stuck."

"It's not stuck, you just have a weak grip." Ukai motioned her aside, turning the handle with more force than he guessed was needed.

She folded her arms and began tapping her foot.

"I wasn't the one who got both of us stuck." He raise his hands in the air, claiming innocence.

She started hitting the door, banging and calling for someone to save them. He finally looked at his watch after he traded spots with her calling for help, 30 after the last bell. Their exam had come and gone, and the cleaners for the non-gendered bathroom only came around 7 pm. If no one came within the next fifteen minutes, then they would definitely be stuck for at least four hours.

They sat on the floor, digging through her bag to see if there was anything to unlock the door from the inside. She hadn't carried any bobby pins, no cards, no knives (which she said he shouldn't be carrying at school anyways), and no secret master key to the school.

"Let's play seven minutes in heaven." He shrugged and offered a solution to pass the time.

She smiled and shook her head, "Now I'm starting to think that you're the one who wanted me alone."

"I always want you alone." Muttered, under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

In true studious fashion, she pulled out her notebook and pens and began doing her assigned practice problems. Ukai didn't like sitting across from her, so he scooched around until he was sitting side by side with her. Watching as she carried the two, divided the 14, and added the variables.

He glanced at his watch again, only 5 o'clock. Two more hours to go. He dug through her bag to find anything to pass the time.

Lip gloss, more stationary, notes, oh.. a note.

"What's this?" He waved the pink paper in front of her face, shifting it from face forward and face backward between his pointer and middle finger. She reached to grab it, but he pulled it back to him.

"Who's it from?"

She grimaced, "That third year, the one who stops by my grandma's shop." Her face was fully flushed now, she kept trying to grab the note back, but Ukai shoved it in his front pant pocket.

"No! The same one who totally tripped on the stairs when he had to give a speech at the beginning of the year?" Ukai left out the third year's better qualities, one of the top ten students at Karasuno, played on the baseball team, was captain of said baseball team, had a job lined up with his dad's automobile company right after graduation, had an actual future, stability, guarantees.

He pulled the note back out, she didn't attempt to take it. He read the note. It was genuine. He listed out the reasons he liked, nay, loved her. The same reasons Ukai loved her too.

That blinding smile.

Her big brain (baseball boy said her intellect, but Ukai knew that it could be summed up as her big brain).

Her heart, especially the fact that she was super respectful to the elders in town. The way she held her grandma's arm so they could sit on the porch sipping lavender tea together.

The way she looked in a swimsuit (utterly true, although Ukai wondered under what context this idiot saw her in a swimsuit).

Ukai shoved the note back to her, refusing to read any more than he had to.

"He's nice." She whispers.

"Nicer than me?" He joked.

"Not quite." It was an honest reply.

She never ended up dating the golden boy. But she didn't date Ukai either, so he considered it a break even circumstance.

The principal's office the day after they had gotten found by the custodian was brutal. She even had to take a 'just in case' pregnancy test, and she was mortified. Ukai had to do several hours of community service. The non-gendered bathroom was therefore and forever closed down. But they always fondly recalled the bathroom incident.

“Remember the time, when that one dude from that opposing high school called me Heracles?” Ukai finished wiping off the counter, and turning the sign on the store from open to closed.

She laughs a bit, wiping her hands on her apron. She leaned against the counter as Ukai opened the freezer to get out some ice cream. The crickets outside chirping from the simple temperature drop as day slid into night. They were older now. He said his back hurt more than once a month. She complained that her mom wanted her to get married and have babies as soon as possible.

“And then, I said something along the lines of, ‘He’s more like Hunk-acles rather than Heracles’ I do remember that.” Ukai smiles as he hands her favorite ice cream to her. Opening his own ice cream sandwich as she lets out a content sound from the taste of the refreshing treat. She looks over to him and she bumps his shoulder with her own.

“I had the biggest crush on you when we were in high school. Looking back on it, I’m sure it was obvious.” She scrunched her face up, her nose wrinkling and her cheeks lightly dimpled from her grin. Ukai decides to toy with her a little, just like when they were teenagers.

“And now? Still have a little crush on me?” Ukai throws away the paper wrapper of his frozen delicacy and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it before taking a slow drag from it.

She shrugs, leaning over and wiping away something from the corner of his mouth. The cigarette almost falling out of his mouth from the sudden touch from her. “Maybe I do.”

Ukai smirks, scratching the back of his head before rolling up his long sleeves and folding his arms. “What if I told you I also have a crush on you?” She laughs and she tugs on his arm, adjusting it so that she was holding his hand.

“Then I’d say, let's go on a date.”

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Hello ! I have a request for you so I hope you can do it ! 🩷 (no rush obviously, take your time ☺️💓)

I wanted to request for Verosika mayday and (she's my favorite gal) with a cute idol reader (they're in a relationship)

example for idol reader: (basically They're cute as hell)

Can be any gender you want

Verosika Mayday With A Cute Idol S/O

Now, I'll start this off with the obvious: before you start dating, she sees you as competition. I mean, how dare you come onto her turf and steal her fans?!

However, it doesn't take long for her to meet you with intent of threatening you away, only for her to begin swooning over you soon after.

You're just?? So sweet??? Like??

She's enamored with you, but she thinks it's suspicious. Soon after, though, she learns that it's not an act, that you really ARE that sweet and that cute.

It isn't long until you two start dating, and she makes it VERY clear to her posse that you're off-limits because you're HER sweet little S/O.

She'll also actually refrain from fucking people, either on earth or in hell, as long as she has you. She adores you beyond belief, viewing you as just too sweet to do that to.

Now, she's got that pop star money. So anytime she sees anything that even SLIGHTLY reminds her of you, congratulations, you've got twelve.

You two would bond over music, definitely. No matter what kind of music you sing (I assume pop based on the term 'idol'), and she'll even suggest karaoke dates for the both of you.

Plus, she'll integrate herself into your professional life, too, with collabs! Interchanging, switching vocals, with one of you singing your part of the main chorus and the other doing the backing vocals, and vice versa.

Another thing: she'll have you help with writing songs and everything! It's nice dating another musician, because you both know how to support each other endlessly.

If you're a succubus and you're interested in seducing humans together, perfect, she'll do that with you! But if not, that's okay, she only needs you.

Because you're so sweet and cute, though, it'd be a long time before she opened up about her psst relationship with Blitzø and how he broke her heart.

That said, she'll write a diss track about him with lines along the lines of "fuck you, got my new boo". She's petty, even if you aren't, and unless you say you're uncomfortable, she isn't gonna stop putting you in her pettiness anytime soon.

She'll help you with outfit coordination and ask for the same in turn, figuring that if you're both coordinated, it's a sly way to show everyone that you're hers.

PDA is a must, but it'll be lower than if you weren't an idol, because she doesn't want to risk you being made upset if it's in the tabloids. Anything that can be construed as 'friendly', she'll do in public. The kissing and stuff is saved for later. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That said, if anyone ever flirts with you in public, she has no shame in making out with you or grabbing your ass right there in public, just to show that person that you're hers and only hers.

And likewise, if anyone ever flirts with her, she'll grab your hand and offer a cruel smirk while she turns them down.

"Yeeeeeah, no. I already have a fucking amazing S/O, who's most definitely better in bed than a lame fuckstain like you ever would be."

She'll try harder to get through rehab entirely for you. She wants to see that sweet, adorable smile on your face when she tells you that she's done with the Beelzejuice...

Basically, contrary to what you'd think, your sweetness an innocence inspires her to be better.

Although...

There's always a small part of her that wants to corrupt you more than anything else.

"Aww, S/O, you look almost good enough to eat~."

"Are you saying I'm sweet? :D"

"...Yeah."

She would never do that of course, but the thought is kind of just... there. But she loves you too much to ever try to do that to you.

All in all, Verosika is a good girlfriend to you, and both your professional and personal lives are filled with love and laughter together.

And she'll be damned if she lets anyone keep you apart...

Ever.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Congratulations on your milestone!

If it’s not too late, I’d like to request Spencer/Reader post prison with this lyric.

“You’re the cure, and your eyes have dug me out of my grave more times than I could ever count. You’ve always been the one to breathe me back to life - The Cure by The Movielife

Thank you.

Oh how I love post prison angst! And this was the perfect song for, thank you darling!

You’re the Cure

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary - you’ve always been the ray of light in Spencer Reid’s often dark life. But in the wake of his incarceration, can you be his cure?

CW - past drug addiction, past parental abandonment, mentions of Maeve arc, prison arc, emotionally distant Spencer, break ups, bad mental health, mentions of not eating and bathing, an almost relapse, heavy drinking, maybe one swear, tears, hopeful ending.

WC - 4.4k

Spencer Reid had never seen himself as someone who needed saving. Being forced to grow up at ten years old when his father abandoned him and his sick mother, had a way of instilling in him that when things went wrong, he could only rely on himself. 

His drug addiction only went to further perpetuate the notion that he was on his own. Even when his brain was muddled by the dilaudid he knew his team was aware of what was going on and not a single one of them ever said anything. 

So Spencer got used to fending for himself, keeping his emotional issues internalised. He loved his friends but he learnt not to count on them. As such he made a habit of keeping his cards close to his chest, never letting anyone in fully. 

Spencer Reid could only truly depend on one person and that was Spencer Reid. 

But then he met you. 

You admittedly joined the BAU at the worst possible time. Spencer was off work while he dealt with the grief of losing Maeve and he heard all about you through stories from Garcia and JJ. Both women described you as a bouncy, happy-go-lucky, ray of human sunshine. And to be perfectly honest, that filled Spencer with dread. 

It was one of the darker moments of his life and the idea of someone coming in and trying to force their light onto him was the last thing he needed. Spencer liked to deal with his trauma by wallowing in it on his own, he didn’t need other’s trying to cheer him up, to drag him out of the shadows. He wasn’t looking for someone to try and make it better, to take his pain away. 

And then you showed up and you breathed him back to life without even realising you were doing so.

From the moment he met you he had instinctively gravitated towards you, like you were magnets of opposing poles who were inherently drawn to one another. But his wounds caused by Maeve’s death were still so raw that he wasn’t in a position to open his heart up again. 

So the two of you fell into a wonderful friendship, probably the best one Spencer had ever had in his life. You were the light to his dark, the sunshine on his cloudy day. You were the first sip of coffee in the morning, the crisp pages of a new book. You were his favourite song. 

You were his cure. 

The whole team joked about the two of you, often referring to you as work husband and wife. Truthfully what you had was essentially a romantic relationship minus the intimacy. And at some point Spencer found the scars start to heal and his heart began to open up again without his realising. 

Almost two years after you joined the team, when Spencer kissed you for the first time, it was like the most natural thing in the world. 

You’d been leaving work together one night and you offered him a ride home like always but somedays Spencer enjoyed taking the metro to clear his head after particularly long days. 

He walked you to your car nonetheless and as you were saying goodbye he leant in and kissed the corner of your mouth as though it was something he did all the time. And then he kissed you again, this time directly on the lips and the strangest part of it was how it didn’t feel strange at all.

You never talked about what it meant but you didn’t need to. The next time the two of you went to the movies he slid his hands in yours as you walked towards the theatre. He spent the night with his arm protectively around your shoulders while you snuggled against him. 

And outside of your door after he walked you home, he kissed you again, this time much more passionately. You’d subsequently invited him in and the two of you finally took your relationship to a whole new level. 

You never defined your relationship per se. Somewhere over time Spencer started referring to you as his girlfriend and it was just so simple. 

Your relationship had grown and blossomed as though it was the easiest thing in the world, like you’d always meant to be together. Up until he’d met you, Spencer’s life had been full of complications but you were the least complicated thing in the world. 

You were the full stop to the end of all his paragraphs, you banished all the darkness from his life. You were the cure for everything that ailed him. 

But then he was arrested. 

Being locked in a cage for two and half months for a crime he didn’t commit brought all those demons out of the shadows that you had chased away with your light. He was sure even your sunny aura couldn’t bring him back from this. 

And after his release, he started shutting down. 

It started in small ways, ones in which you didn’t even really notice at first. Conversations became more one sided, his casual touches were few and far between. Then he started leaving for work earlier and earlier and you started getting used to waking up alone in an empty bed. 

During his stints of mandatory leave from the BAU you barely saw him and you knew that was by design. It became apparent that he was avoiding you, pushing you away along with the rest of the team. 

But you weren't the rest of the team. You were his partner, you shared a home together; a life together. You were once able to pull him out of any hell he was going through without even really trying. But this time he seemed so lost you worried he’d never find his way back to you. 

Even when he was home, mentally he was elsewhere. Perhaps he was still stuck inside a prison cell at Milburn, or maybe he was trapped in a perpetual nightmare that revolved around Cat Adams. 

You tried to comfort him, to offer him a reprieve from his dark thoughts but after so many attempts you gave up trying. There was only so much you could do and to be perfectly honest, you didn’t think there was any way of freeing him from the clutches of his monsters. 

Seven months after his release from prison, the two of you called time on your relationship. 

You moved out of his apartment and in with Penelope as a temporary measure while you found your own place. You took an indefinite leave of absence from the BAU while you worked on piecing your life back together. 

You didn’t see or speak to Spencer for several months that followed the break up. You made Penelope promise you not to tell you anything pertaining to him, it wasn’t your job to worry about him anymore. And even thought it killed her to do so, Penelope agreed to do this one thing for you. 

Spencer had allowed himself to get swallowed up in the darkness and this time even your magnificent light wasn’t enough to cure him.

***

Three months after the break up you still felt just as fragile as you did the day you moved out of his apartment. Your heart had taken a beating, it was bruised and battered and it would take a long time for it to heal, you knew that. But after three months you thought you might have made some progress. Instead you were still stuck at square one.

You’d moved out of Penelope’s last month into a tiny little studio apartment not far from Dupont Circle. You hated it if you were honest, but it was better than continuing to put Garcia out by sleeping on her couch. 

You hadn't been back to the BAU since the break up and had recently started looking for other jobs. You’d interview at the DC Field Office and were hopeful to get an offer, but it would be bitter sweet. You loved the BAU, you didn’t want to leave, but you knew you couldn’t work with Spencer again. Not with the way your heart shattered everytime you simply thought his name. 

You were trying to move on, it was all you could do. But what you didn’t realise was Spencer living in a whole new level of hell. 

***

The final nail in Spencer Reid’s coffin was when you moved out of the apartment. And what made it a harder pill to swallow was the fact it was his own fault you’d done so. 

He’d thought he’d been protecting you by bottling up his emotions and not dragging you down into the pit created by his time in prison. He thought if he didn’t talk about it, it would go away. This was one thing you couldn’t shield him from, one thing he needed to work through on his own the way he’d grown so accustomed to doing before he met you. 

But he’d pushed you too far, right out the door. And from there his life simply spiralled out of control. 

He left the BAU, just up and quit one day without any warning. He knew it was terrible timing with you taking a leave of absence but he couldn’t stop himself. He woke up one day and decided he’d had enough. 

For the months that followed he didn’t leave his apartment much at all. He wasn’t eating properly, wasn’t showering as frequently as he should and barely sleeping more than a couple of fretful hours a night. 

To be alone with himself like this for eternity would be agony. Without you there to breathe him back to life his appetite for living died. 

On one of his rare trips outside of the four walls of his tiringly lonely apartment, he brought a vial of dilaudid. He kept it in the middle of his coffee table for weeks, unopened, just as a reminder that he could take it if he wanted to. 

But thankfully it never did come to that. Instead of getting high, a particular rabbit hole he may never find his way out of, he drank. 

In actuality, it wasn’t much better and he knew that. Just because he’d never had a dependency to alcohol before didn’t mean he couldn’t develop one, clearly he was susceptible to addiction. But drinking was the only thing that helped numb the pain, aided in distancing himself from his tormented thoughts. 

Without you the demons were able to sneak closer and he lived with them among the shadows. You were always the one to shoulder the brunt of his misery but now he had to face it alone because he’d pushed you away. The lightness in your heart that he had always envied was gone, casting him forever into blackness.

He needed you here, the cure when his thoughts turned to cyanide, when he was going out of his fucking mind. 

He’d been drunk for more days straight than he could count and with each passing day the dilaudid grew more tempting. He moved it from the coffee table more often, rolling the vial around his hand, tapping his nails against it; contemplating the sweet release that would come with just one hit. 

But it never would be just one hit. 

The things he’d seen and done in prison haunted his every waking breath and seeped over into the small window of sleep he managed. He was never going to be the same after that experience, it had hardened him in a way he never realised possible. 

It had created a shell around his heart, a solid armour snugly encasing the organ in order to protect himself from his own emotions. But ultimately it hadn’t just been himself his emotions had been locked away from. 

In the seven months you stayed by his side after his release he hadn’t once been able to tell you he loved you. It only occurred to him after you walked away that he hadn’t said that to you since the morning he’d left for Mexico. 

In seven months the most physical contact the two of you had was a few occasions when you’d dared to place a kiss on his cheek. You hadn’t kissed properly, hadn’t been intimate, hadn’t even so much as held hands since before he made the decision to go to Mexico. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t think about it. There were multiple times he’d almost initiated something, almost drawn you into his body when you were laying in bed side by side yet miles apart. But he always stopped himself.

The sad fact of the matter was: Spencer didn’t trust himself to be with you anymore. But in order to survive in prison he’d had to become someone he didn’t recognise and it wasn’t so easy for him to shed that new persona. And as if to really drive that point home, when he’d had Cat pinned against the wall with his hand around her throat, he knew he would never trust himself with you again. 

The darkness was inside of him now, leaching into every pore. If he was the kind of man who could have killed Cat, or Scratch, and slept well afterwards, who’s to say where he would draw that line? 

As much as he missed you with every strangled beat of his shattered heart, keeping you away from him kept you safe. And he only ever wanted you to be safe. 

But without you, he may well meet his demise at the bottom of a bottle, or the bottom of a vial.

You were the cure. Your eyes have dug him out of his grave more times than he could ever count. You’ve always been the one to breathe him back to life. 

And so maybe it was inevitable that he called you, perhaps it was a feat in itself that he’d managed months on his own. But when he found himself on his bathroom floor, half a bottle of whiskey clouding his brain and a needle full of dilaudid in his hand, the only thing that was going to stop his relapse was you.

He didn’t expect you to answer but he prayed you would. And maybe someone was looking out for him, maybe there was some kind of higher power smiling down on him because you answered after three rings. 

“Spencer…” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke his name. Just those two simple syllables from your lips wrapped him in a blanket of your warmth. 

“H-hi Y/N.” His own was hoarse, run down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken out loud and it showed. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks, heavy and thick as the hand holding the needle trembled. 

“Did you…did you want something?�� Your voice held the weight of the pain he’d cause you and made even more tears fall. 

“Uh…” he stared at the needle, brushing his thumb along the plastic tube. This was so unfair of him. He couldn’t do this to you, drag you back into his mess like this. He knew if he asked you would come running in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t fair of him to ask. “It’s nothing. Forget I called.” 

“Are you sure?” Your tone was riddled in concern. 

“Y-yeah. Sure. V-very sure.” He stuttered, choking a little on his own tears. 

Before you could reply he hung up the phone before he could change his mind and beg you to come and save him from himself. He tossed the device aside and focused on the needle. He leant back against the bathroom wall, pulling his knees up to meet his chest. 

The cool tile on his bare feet was a nice repreve, but the dilaudid would be better. 

His shirt sleeve was already pushed up to his elbow, the tie was already secured around his bicep. The needle was full, all he had to do was press it into his waiting vein and all of his problems would melt away. 

But this was one grave he may never be able to dig himself out of. Once he relapsed there would be no going back, no getting sober this time. But his sobriety didn’t mean as much to him as it once had, and perhaps it was worth succumbing to his demons for a chance at peace.

***

Despite how hard he tried to sound like himself, it was easy for you to see through Spencer’s thinly veiled lie. And as much as you didn’t want to involve yourself anymore, you couldn’t help yourself. 

Taking care of Spencer Reid came as naturally to you as breathing. You didn’t intend on doing it, and most of the time he didn’t need looking after. But you did it anyway in small, every day ways. 

You did it in the way you made him coffee every morning before work. You did it in the way you ran your fingers through his hair after a stressful day. You did it in the way you grasped his hand when he needed something to ground him, when you offered him a soft smile of encouragement when he needed it. 

He’d always called you his cure, as though you were the antidote to all the horrors in the world. He’d told you that your smile was the sweetest medicine, that your mere presence in his life was therapeutic. 

So if there was any way you could help him, even after he’d pushed you away and caused you to leave, you would find it and you would do it. Which was why after he hung up on you, you were quickly jumping in your car and driving across town to the apartment you used to reside in. 

The door wasn’t just unlocked but it was open a crack. Immediately your heart started to race and you were so glad you hadn’t officially quit the BAU yet and you were still in possession of your firearm. 

Your hand shook as you pulled the weapon from your holster, nudging the door further open with your shoulder. You made quick work of taking in the room. It looked to be ransacked, like someone had broken in and turned the place upside down in search of something. 

You held your breath as you silently started across the room, manoeuvring in and out of piles of debris left behind in someone's wake. You headed towards the closed bedroom door, gun pointing right ahead of you. You focused your hearing but thus far couldn’t make out any distinctive sounds. 

Pushing open the door, you found the bedroom in much the same state as the living room. You tried not to allow yourself to get sentimental as your eyes swept across the unmade bed and you thought back to late nights and early mornings snug beneath those sheets with Spencer. The bed that was so big but you’d never know it as he always kept you as close as humanly possible. 

The bathroom door, like the front door, was open a crack and a light pooled from inside. It was then you heard the sound of haggard breathing punctuated by loud sniffing, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to well and truly stand to attention. 

As you listened to the unmistakable sounds of a grown man sobbing, you lowered your gun and tucked it back in your holster. 

A deeply disturbed and troubled man had ravaged this apartment but it was not the work of some petty criminal. Spencer had turned his home into a reflection of his own tortured mind, you had no doubt. 

You were somehow more tentative after you knew someone hadn’t broken in. You had never seen Spencer cry before, he always liked to put up a tough exterior, probably something to do with him being the baby of the BAU for so many years. 

You’d seen him vulnerable, probably more than he’d ever let anyone else see him, but you’d never witnessed him with his walls stripped away completely. And honestly, the thought of it scared you a little. 

But no matter how scared you were, despite how much he had hurt you, you pressed on. 

You inched open the bathroom not wanting to startle him and found him on the floor, hugging his legs to his chest and sobbing into his knees. But the truly terrifying part was the vial and needle discarded at his side. A silk tie was fashioned into a tourniquet around his arm.

“S-Spencer?” You gasped, covering your gaping mouth with your hands. 

He stiffened and slowly lifted his head from where it had been buried in the fabric of his slacks. His eyes were red rimmed and tears silently streamed down his cheeks. His hair drooped lifelessly onto his forehead and his face clearly hadn’t seen a razor in months. 

He somehow looked even worse than when you visited him in prison. 

“Why are you here?” His voice cracked and his words were slightly slurred. 

“You didn’t sound like yourself on the phone. I needed to see you with my own eyes.” You heard the sadness in your own tone, unable to hide it. 

“I’m not myself.” He exhaled a breath that sounded like he had been holding it in for years. “I haven’t been since prison.” 

You swallowed, daring to take a few steps further into the bathroom. Spencer let his legs fall and stretch out in front of him on the linoleum and you slid down to sit next to him, the only thing separating you was the drug paraphernalia. As if reading your mind he exhaled again before he spoke.

“I didn’t take it.” He wouldn’t look at you, instead he looked down at his hands. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.” 

“Why are you slurring then?” You watched the side of his face. He clenched and unclenched his jaw several times. 

“Whiskey. Not dilaudid. I swear.” 

“I’ve never known you to drink.” Of course it was a relief that he hadn’t taken the drugs, but hearing that he was drunk wasn’t a whole lot better. 

“I hadn’t had a drink in nearly ten years. I gave it up around the same time as I quit dilaudid, I guess I worried it would become one vice replacing another. But I needed something. And alcohol was the lesser of two evils.” He was still slurring but he was surprisingly coherent. 

It didn’t surprise you in the least that Spencer could still string a logical sentence together when he was inebriated. 

“Why did you call me, Spencer? Of all the people you could have called, why me?” You whispered as though you weren’t entirely sure you really wanted an answer to that. 

He finally looked at you, glancing to his side with his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip in contemplation for a moment or two as though formulating a carefully curated answer. But really, the answer was incredibly simple. 

“Because you’re my cure.” He shrugged, his tears had dried up but the stains on his cheeks remained. “And right now I am in desperate need of remedy.” 

“Spencer…” You sighed, your own eyes misting over with tears. “I was always here for you, you could have talked to me about anything but instead you shoved me aside and tried to deal with things on your own.”

“I’ve never been very good at asking for help. I’ve only ever been able to rely on myself. People leave. People aren’t reliable. But you…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “You brought the kind of sunshine into my life I could only dream of. You have saved me in more ways than you will ever know. Your mere existence in my life has been more help to me than I can explain to you. That’s why I call you my cure, because it's the best way I can think to describe what you are to me.” 

“I knew you would be different after prison, Spencer. No decent man can go through an experience like that and come out unchanged. But in your bones you are still the Spencer Reid I fell in love with.” You tried to tell him much like you had countless times in those torrid seven months. You hoped this time he might actually hear it. 

“I’m really not sure that I am, Y/N.” He raked his fingers through his tangled hair with a meek shake of his head. 

“I am.” You nodded. “I’m sure. Spencer, whatever you had to do inside was for your own protection. It was every man for himself and you did what you did to survive. And Cat…? After everything she’s done to you, I wanted to strangle the bitch too.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened, looking a little like deer caught in headlights. He was gnawing on his bottom lip haphazardly as he stared at you. 

“Really?” 

“Yes, Spencer.” 

“Do you really think I can come back from this?” 

“Yes, Spencer.” You repeated, defiance in your voice. “And I’m going to help you. Whether you want me to or not. Because my love for you is stronger than the pain you caused me. I will be by your side, showering you in light until there is not even a sliver of a shadow for your demons to hide in. Let me be your cure, Spence.” 

You reached out your hands towards him, palm upwards and fingers spread to create enough space for his own to slot between them. He glanced between your face and your hand a few times before his lip quipped up ever so slightly at the corner in a small smile. 

And then he reached for you, his fingers finding those spaces between your own that always seemed like they were made intentionally to fit his. It was as though someone had crafted you both perfectly for each other. 

Spencer had never been a believer in higher powers but it was the only reason he could fathom for how you had found him. 

In a world consisting of nearly eight billion people, what were the chances of the two of you meeting? What were the odds of two perfectly imperfect people finding each other and slotting together in such an inconceivably faultless way? 

As you sat there hand in hand, Spencer knew he would do anything to keep you by his side for as long as he lived. Even if it meant allowing you to see all his flaws, all his cracks. Because he was certain now you would love every one of his broken pieces. 

You were the light casting away his shadows. You were the air being breathed into his lungs. You were the thread holding him together. 

You were the cure. 

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Silence of Voices

𖤐 Peeta Mellark x Reader

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II.

You were pushed into a room by a peacekeeper, now being separated from the other two tributes. They had told you that if anyone wanted to visit and say goodbye they would.

Yet you questioned who would visit you. The people of district 12 probably didn’t even know you existed.

You only waited and looked out of the single window, watching the people who were saved by luck, begin to walk away.

You scoffed and after some time the peacekeeper came in and grabbed your arm, escorting you out of the room.

As you stepped outside, you saw your ‘ride’ to luxury. Maybe you could spend your days savoring the food or not do anything and just await your misery. You wouldn’t give the Capitol what they wanted.

Getting in the small car was awkward, being put into the backseat, not being paid any attention by anyone up front. You noticed the woman in the middle was talking to the main two tributes, but you didn’t pay attention.

Then again, dying was coming your way, you don’t need to listen to a crazy lady run her mouth about anything regarding the Capitol.

However, you finally took a glance at the two tributes, noticing their out of mind state. You felt sorry that they were both picked, but hell, you couldn’t say anything.

After what felt like an hour, which was actually a couple of minutes, the car stopped. The side doors opened and you all were to exit the car. You slowly exited the car, watching the peacekeepers with narrowed eyes before turning to what was in front of you.

The gateway to death.

The metallic train shined in the sight of the sun, and the door was opened, ready to invite it’s new victims to the Capitol.

The woman beckoned you and the other two tributes to the entrance, making sure none of you were left behind.

The doors finally shut and your eyes widened. This was true luxury.

There were stacks of sweets and food, ready to be eaten. You normally don’t fawn over food but.. when you’re destined to die what was the point in not taking advantage?

The woman took her seat and you seated yourself next to her on the single seated chairs. You kept your eyes away from them as you looked at the trees flying past you as the train began to move.

You could hear her talking to you and the tributes, but you weren’t paying attention. Then again, you disliked listening to others, unless it was necessary.

You noticed she had gotten up and made her way to find ‘Haymitch’. Probably an old drunkard, you thought.

The awkward silence was cut by a voice.

“Have you ever met him? Haymitch?”

Your head shot towards the source, the source being Peeta.

You scrunched your brows as you cross your arms. You wanted to scoff at this boy’s actions.

“You know, he is our mentor and.. he did win this thing once.” He said, looking at Katniss.

Nothing but silence followed as Katniss kept her eyes away from his.

“So what if he did?” Your voice interrupted the silence.

“Who’s to say he can help us?” You hissed out.

“He—“ he started before i scoffed, “If he wanted to, he should be right here, with us. He should be telling us how to survive and not drinking his ass off.”

Peeta opened his mouth before closing it, turning his gaze away. That made the tension worse.

Before anything else could be said, the doors behind you opened and there the man who you assumed was your mentor stepped out.

He held a glass of what you assumed was alcohol.

He stopped in front of you three, scanning his eyes over you, before letting out a sigh. He moved the hand with the drink and let out a small smirk, “Congratulations.”

That was all he had to say, you thought, a disappointment he was.

You kept your gaze to the floor as you heard your new mentor ask about ice or whatever, you didn’t care.

After refilling his own cup, he walked towards you three, and sat down on the chair next to you.

Slowly turning your gaze towards him, that’s when you noticed his appearance. Honestly.. you weren’t surprised that this man looked like a frequent customer at a bar.

Peeta and Katniss’s eyes darted to the man, the boy sitting up straight and leaning forward.

“So.. when do we start? And.. and how do we get sponsors?” He rushed out, his brows furrowing and wanting the mentor to start helping them.

“Woah— so eager you are.” He gave a chuckle and brought the glass to his lips, going for a sip.

You grit your teeth before speaking, “Do you want us to die?” You hissed out, not bothering to be nice.

He swallowed a small portion of the beverage before looking at you, looking up and down, before smirking.

“You want real advice? You just let fate decide.”

You could sense the playfulness in his voice and that made you lean back in disgust. You wanted to at least make an attempt… without dying from something stupid.

“This is stupid.” You muttered under your breath before standing up, “I’m not going to deal with you when you aren’t even helping us.” You barked out, clearly upset about the mans foolish talking.

Everyone looked at you in silence, you could feel the awkwardness, and the only person who laughed was the man himself.

“Enjoy dying then.” He took another swig of his drink before you closed your eyes and made quick steps to the tail of the train, wanting to get away from them as much as possible.

If you thought hard enough, you could’ve probably heard the commotion that happened after you left, but you were to busy thinking logically.

You jolted awake when you felt someone pushing on your shoulder. Your eyes shot up to from the hand to the person who disturbed your sleep.

“Peeta?” You muttered out, looking at the blonde haired boy. He was out of his white reaping clothing, now in something more comfortable.

He gave a nervous smile before speaking slowly.

“Breakfast is being served, we didn’t see you in your.. room.”

You hummed before rubbing your eyes, looking at your surroundings. You furrowed your brows when you realized you fell asleep at the tail of the train. Letting out a small sigh, you got up and pushed your shoulder against him, walking past him.

As you made your way to the door, Peeta following behind, you looked over your shoulder and at him.

“Next time, just let me sleep.” You gave an irritated look, slightly glaring at him before making your way to where the ‘food’ was being served. You left him to stand there in silence, his mouth gaped.

I just wanted to say that this is a slowburn fic^^ let’s just see where the burning happens..

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Thank you for the congratulations and for the following, love.

@coffeeandbatboys I hope you love this little fic. I love Captain Rex, so I hope you enjoy my portrayal of him.

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Kayilyr’ika

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You ran from one end of the hangar to the other, looking like a mad woman screaming for people to move out of your way, but you didn’t care, time was of the essence. 

After all, you’d been given the privilege of doing an upgrade on the General’s droid, his beloved R2D2, and somehow a drop of oil landed on his memory circuit. 

The minute you saw it happen, instant panic hit you. You ran to grab the degreaser, stealing it right out of the hands of your coworker, you didn’t care if it was rude, or that the shouts and curses followed after you as you ran with full force back to your workbench, all that mattered was saving the General’s droid. 

You dabbed a little degreaser on the soft cloth you had, all the time, praying to the force and anyone else, “Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—” it was the only thing that you could say. Especially as you gently placed the memory chip back into the little R2 unit. 

“Beep boop beep”

“Oh thank the force, R2, are you okay?”

“Beeeepp.”

“What do you mean, you’re not R2. Of course you are?”

R2’s blue dome shook back and forth, as it led out a long string of beeps and bleeps. You let out a sigh, shaking your head, “You are not the Supreme Leader of all that you survey.”

“Beep Boooop”

“Oh yeah, well I’d like to see how you would attempt to behead me.” You didn’t even let him finish, as you turned him off, taking a deep breath, how were you going to explain to the General that you turned his beloved droid into a killer robot.

“You okay?”

Came the voice of the one man you knew you could count on, “No. Not really.”

“Oh-oh, what happened?”

“I was trying to do an upgrade on some key components when a tiny, miniscule, almost insignificant speck of oil dropped on his memory card…”

“Okay …” Rex leaned against the workbench narrowing his eyes, as he tried to understand your worry, “So what’s the problem?

“Somehow he turned into the Supreme Leader of all that he surveys” you motioned as you hang your head.

“Who did?”

“He did.” You point towards R2.

“He did?” Rex pointed towards R2 to clarify.

You nodded as you stood upright again, “Don’t even ask me how that happened, but now, I have to try and salvage what I can of his memory …”

Rex started to laugh, “Wait, did he say anything about beheadings?”

“Yeah, he did,” you answered, albeit confused at his reaction.

“Don’t worry, kayilyr’ika. You didn’t screw him up that badly. There was a story Senator Amidala was reading to a group of children at the last diplomatic mission we accompanied her on, and it had to do with a Supreme Leader of all that he surveyed. Maybe you just need to give the memory chip a further cleaning.”

“I hope so, otherwise I might need you to protect me from the General.”

He let out a belly laugh, “Don’t worry, kayilyr’ika. I will always be there for you.”

You tried to fight the warmth creeping up your face, hoping he wouldn’t notice, after all your crush on the Captain was only one-sided. You can still remember, when he started referring to you as kayilyr’ika, when you finally built up the courage to ask him what that meant, he simply shrugged and said ‘little mechanic’. Because you were little to him, he simply patted your head as he said that, as though he were talking to a child. 

From that moment you knew he wasn’t interested, it broke your heart when you realized, but you resolved within your heart, you’d rather have him as a friend than nothing. 

So here you were, doing your best to calm your racing heart, as you gently pulled out the memory chip, and grabbed your magnifying goggles, pulling them over your head, and gently cleaned the chip. 

Rex watched as you worked, always amazed at your attention to detail. No matter what damage a gun ship, droid, or even datapad sustained, you always somehow managed to get them working again. And if it was too damaged to repair, you saved all the parts you could use before discarding the shell. Thanks to your frugality, there was less of a wait time when it came to finding parts and repairs being completed on time. 

It astonished him how bright you always were, not just in mind, but in spirit too. There was always a glow of happiness that surrounded you. He enjoyed that about you, it made him feel comforted and at peace; whenever he was having a particularly bad day, he just had to find you, see your smiling face and suddenly nothing seemed that bad anymore. 

It even got to the point where he would dream of you, that smiling face, those bright eyes, that hair that somehow always fell in your face like it was doing right now, was all he needed to chase the bad dreams away. He moved beside you and gently pulled your hair back, clipping it with the hair clip on the table. You mumbled a thanks as you continued to focus on your work, and even that he found endearing. 

When you had asked him what kayilyr’ika meant, he told you the truth, it meant little mechanic. What he didn’t tell you was that ‘ika was usually used only for those you held dear. He realized, as he watched you put the memory chip back in R2, he needed to tell you how he felt. Even if you didn’t reciprocate, he wanted you to know. Maybe closer to when your shift was done, he’d come by and see if you’d join him for dinner. He took in a deep breath and resolved within himself, he wasn’t going to let another day pass without telling you how he felt. 

Not especially, after you got R2 working again, and was the droid you all knew and loved.

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[pedrithink]

literally just thought of this randomly and i was like 🤯🤯

can u please write abt kylian proposing to his gf in front of everyone after a world cup final that they won?? his friends are in on it and help him with bringing the ring, calming his nerves etc

love your worksss 🫶❤️

marry you ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: kylian proposes to you, he won the world cup and you in the same night.

"Calm down, dude. It's going to be okay, I'm sure we'll win this one." Camavinga runs his hand over Kylian's back when he sees how much he is trembling with anxiety.

Dembélé lets out a laugh and lightly pats Eduardo on the back. "He's not nervous about the game."

Camavinga makes a confused expression and tries to understand why Kylian is all this nervous if it's not for the game of their lives, Kylian just sighs deeply and scratches his forehead lightly. "I'm going to propose to my girlfriend after the game."

"Fuck, really?" Eduardo lets out a happy laugh and hugs Kylian from the side, making clear his happiness for this new step in your relationship.

Camavinga and Dembélé get lost in the conversation as they wait for the call to finally go to the field, and Kylian can't concentrate on what they're talking about. It's the game of Kylian's life and he can only think of the thousand possibilities of answers you can give him, he knows you've already talked about it and he knows you love him. There's no need for such nervousness, right? If you say no, he fakes fainting.

As he enters the field, Kylian turns a key in his head and puts full concentration on the game ahead. He knows that now is not the time, but after the game is over. He hopes to finish with the World Cup in hand and ready for your "Yes."

Game is going on, when Kylian scores a goal he makes it a point to run towards you (before starting, he looked for you in the crowd) and send you a kiss while doing your initial for the camera. Your excitement makes him smile openly, but he quickly turns his attention back to the game.

The match ends and they beat England 3-1, Kylian can't stop smiling and can only focus his attention on the main goal, which is to ask you to marry him. He wants to propose before lifting the cup, so he makes a point to look for Dembélé who had saved the ring for him. Ousmane makes a sign that he is going to get it and tells him to look for you.

"Everything will be fine, just say what's in your heart. I doubt she'll deny it." Griezmann hugs Kylian to try to calm his nervousness and leaves a few light pats on his back.

Kimpembe pats him lightly on the head and the others also leave messages of comfort because they know the love you feel for each other, they know that you have always made it clear that you want to be with Kylian. He thanks for the support and then goes towards you when Ousmane hands over the ring.

It seems that all nervousness vanished when he sees you with a giant smile on your face and your arms open, ready to deliver all the love and congratulations to him. You feel so proud of Kylian. "I never doubted your ability, I love you and I am so happy for you." Kylian relaxes completely when you throw all your weight on him.

Kylian only manages to leave a kiss on your head and took the opportunity to sink his nose into your neck, you managed to dispel all nervousness without even knowing it. "Thank you, my love. All of this was possible because of your immeasurable support."

You pull away from the embrace and shake your head negatively. "All of this was possible because of your effort. I'm so proud of you, you've been through so much and yet you never gave up." You let a fondle caress Kylian's face and pass your arms around his neck, he loses himself in your gaze. "You never gave up who you are for anything or anyone in this world. You have always acknowledged the power of others, but never forgotten your own. Even though you were discredited, hurt, and ignored by everyone, you never gave up and showed, once again, your talent, determination, and unwavering confidence. You are my greatest pride, Kylian Mbappe."

The smile growing on Kylian's face makes it all worth it, he recognizes all that you do for him since the last World Cup. It was irreparable pain, he just felt like disappearing and being alone, but he can recognize that your persistence to help him is what lifted him to achieve what he has achieved today. He is so grateful and it is for this, and for much more, that he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life by your side. Nothing can explain what you are to him, the experience of loving and being loved is the most delicious feeling he could ever experience.

He can't stand it and immediately raises the box with the ring towards your eyes, you don't understand at first and just arch your eyebrows. You really don't understand. "Do you know what this is? What do I mean by that?"

Kylian asks the question with a little smile and you smile along with it, but you're still a little confused. It doesn't cross your mind what Kylian means. I mean, of course you two have talked about marriage, but you've always made it clear that it's something for the future. "Is it a necklace?" Your confused eyes examine the little box and Kylian pulls you away a little just to open the box, your gaze turns from confused to surprised.

Is this really what you were imagining? Are you crazy or is this really happening?

Kylian holds it in one hand and leaves the open box with the ring in the other. "It's nothing new that I love you more than anything in this life, that you are the reason for my daily smile and the reason I go to bed feeling like the happiest man on planet earth."

Your eyes start to water and you take a hand to cover your mouth, you can't believe it. Did he plan all this? Your heart speeds up in a way that you think you are about to have a heart attack.

"I guess I've been thinking about marrying you for a while, ever since that day we had a campout in the backyard." He lets out a light laugh and you laugh along with him, letting two tears fall. "I just looked at you and realized how lucky I was to have someone like you by my side. And the next day when I was coming to the training center, I saw an elderly couple walking and I came to the conclusion: this is what I want with you. To grow old by your side, to face life by your side, to dream with you. And you know you are in love when you don't want to sleep because reality has become better than your dreams."

Kylian runs his thumb over to try to stop the tears falling from your eyes, but seeing you so emotional makes him emotional too. He closes his eyes tightly and looks up to try to control the tears from falling. You didn't realize it, but everyone was already paying attention to you. You could only focus on each other.

“I am who I am because of you." Kylian smiles with tear-filled eyes and makes a point of squeezing your hand tighter. "After we met for the first time, my life has never been the same. I feel like there is a before and after the day I met you. And with that in mind, I want to make sure that we are always together." He takes a deep breath and removes the ring from the little box, ready to fit it on his finger. "You and I, together forever?"

You just shake your head positively and cry, Kylian makes sure to leave warm kisses on your mouth before fitting the ring on your finger. "You have no idea how fast my heart is racing right now." You let out a nervous laugh and Kylian leaves another kiss on your mouth as he hugs you around the waist. "There is no reality or universe in which I deny spending the rest of my life by your side, Kylian Mbappé."

Kylian smiles and the two of you fall into laughter as all the fans start screaming and Kylian's teammates rush over to hug you and celebrate the long-awaited and planned request. You can't stop smiling and are even happier when you see Kylian's eyes filled with love and happiness.

Nothing can pay or replace all of this.

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brainrot inspired by the one video of daniel in the static bike

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the morning light streams in through the windows, drilling into the throbbing pain in max’s temples as it pulls him away from sleep. he’s way too hot and face down on the pillows and oh god, he might throw up if he attempts to get up.

he opens one eye and only sees a side table, his own phone plugged in and a clock showing 10:30. if he tries hard enough he can hear the faint sound of music and someone else’s steady breathing.

his eyebrows furrow as he tries to turn around without puking his brains out. once he’s flat on his back he opens an eye slowly and then the other. it takes less than a second to notice someone, a man, on a static bike in front of the bed.

“the fuck?” he says, his throat fucked up and sticky. “where am i?” he coughs and closes his eyes again, head falling back into the pillows.

the man doesn't answer, max hears the static bike turn on, digging into his temples. he squeezes his eyes shut and begs for it to stop, groaning when it only speeds up.

“morning,” he hears.

his eyes snap open in a gasp. he looks forward and actually looks at the man, shirtless in a static bike and holding two tennis balls. his silhouette is artistic against the sunlight as max barely makes out a smile from his face.

max coughs before he speaks, “hello?” he angles his head up a bit to get a look at the guy's face.

much of last night is a bit of a blur, but the longer he’s conscious, the more he remembers. he didn't intend to take anyone home, just needed a party, loud music, a chance to feel free in a city that he doesn't belong to.

he briefly remembers running into a guy with an absolutely gorgeous face in the hallway to the bathroom, which immediately turned to making out with him, first in the hallway, then on the dance floor, then in the cab, and finally– the details are pretty fuzzy, but he doesn't remember anything being unpleasant, and he isn’t sore or in pain in any ways that matter, anyway.

he looks at the guy, he’s all smooth lines and colourful ink, big smiles and curly hair. he takes his headphones out and puts them in their case, licking his lips as he looks at max, and he wants to gloat and how good of a job he did.

fucking score, he thinks in congratulations. usually the people he brings home from the club look great through tequila daze in the saturated neon lights, but aren’t too good in the morning sun. if anything though, this guy might be even cuter in the daylight. amazing.

“you feel okay?” he says, playing with the tennis balls in his hand, making something stir in max’s belly.

“yeah,” max groans. he rubs his temples with his eyes closed. “i think i forgot your name.”

the guy laughs, gets off the bike and stretches, his whole body twisting in a delicious way max is way too hungover to even think about. “that hurts my feelings, man.” he says, pads over to his kitchen, which is only a few feet from the bed. “it’s daniel.”

oh, max remembers now. remembers being wrapped around him and moaning his name. “yeah, sorry.”

daniel smiles at him again. “coffee?” he’s set to work and getting the pot ready as max sits up, nearly losing the blanket as it slips from him.

daniel’s all toned, gorgeous tan skin, a face that’s like max’s wettest dreams. even a bit ragged from the hangover, he’s still floored and he feels himself blush. his only saving grace is that daniel is also turning eight shades of red as he looks at him.

“i– i don't really…” he scrunches his mouth and rubs his hands on his face as he struggles to think, “i don’t like coffee, do you have anything else?”

daniel doesn’t miss a beat. “i have tea, if you'd prefer. green or black. does your head hurt?” he presses down on the french press and sets on re-filling the kettle.

“black is fine if– if i can have ice with it?” max bites his bottom lip and watches daniel’s back as he rummages through a cupboard to find two mugs and a teabag for max.

max looks around to find his clothes, his eyes betraying him again and staring at daniel shirtless instead.

“i hope i’m not too much of a disappointment in the light of day.” daniel says, turning around to face max, his eyes fixated on max’s chest as he struggles to cover himself.

max knows damn well daniel doesn’t mean that. that man is like a dream come true, all smiles and big eyes, sex hair and shorts riding down his hips. his words land just as he intends though. max locks eyes with him and rakes them over his body again. he really wants to stand up and put daniel against the countertop but he holds himself back.

“you’re great, i just….” he makes a sound in the back of his throat, hand flying to his face. he peeks between his fingers at daniel. “it’s the first time i– with a guy…” daniel stands a bit straighter as his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“oh wow,” daniel says, smiling, “you seemed to know what you were doing.”

max laughs, his face hot and he knows it’s spreading down his chest. it seems to pull daniel into it as well. his laugh is even better than what max had expected, so contagious and genuine. max wonders if it was the laugh that drew him in to begin with.

“really?” their eyes met for a moment, the silence spreading out between them with an almost magnetic energy. just then the kettle shakes in its pot, yanking max out of the dreamy instant.

daniel turns it off and pour the steaming water over the tea bag for max. his eyes follow as max stands up, revealing his entire naked body as he hurries to put his underwear on over his hips. max can’t stand the heat of daniel’s eyes so he looks away as he puts his jans on and when he looks back daniel is bent over the freezer looking for some ice cubes.

he wonders how he got that lucky as he watches daniel place two ice cubes in his tea and then stir it one last time. “hope this is okay.” he says, motioning max to a barstool. “come here.”

he pads to the kitchen, he’s nearly the same height as daniel, though he’s broader. daniel passes him the overfull mug, and they fill the space of the little kitchen comfortably. their fingertips brush as the cup is transferred and somehow, it feels more intimate than the sex they had last night. daniel’s smile is so bright, his cheeks dipping into cute dimples. max hates to say it, but he’s very charmed.

“it’s totally fine if you regret this. hell, it’s the first time i get on with a straight guy,” daniel says, max can’t tell if he’s serious or not. they stare at each other for a long second and max can feel himself blushing under daniel’s eyes again.

“oh, i–” he says, drinking from his cup. “i’m not straight… i just have never…” he gestures between the two of them and daniel snickers. “i only regret not remembering everything.” he takes a deep breath, “i remember the kissing, and– and the car…”

the car. memory floods into max’s mind, still hazy and watered down, but he now remembers being all over daniel in the backseat, more hands than seemed possible for just two people. he remembers pulling daniel free of his jeans and sinking his mouth over him...yeah, it had been a good car ride. the problem is all the shots they had before, and after. and in between.

“and then… i don't know.” max bites his bottom lip and avoids daniel’s eyes. he can hear daniel’s smile before he sees it.

“it was great. you have nothing to be ashamed of.” he says and max’s eyes dart up again when they focus on daniel’s chest for too long.

“thank god,” he takes a sip from his drink. watching daniel’s face as he looks like he’s thinking hard.

“listen, you don't have to stay. we both know how these things go. you’re welcome to, but if you want to escape, i accept any excuse. we had a great time. you owe me nothing.” he lets out at once and sits down his coffee mug and leans back against the counter.

max’s eyes take a second to focus back from daniel’s body. daniel’s kicking him out. and he knows it’s a one night stand and he shouldn't feel weird about it, barely knowing him. but it’s there.

“daniel,” his voice is tentative, his head low and shoulders down, “do you want me to go?” daniel’s eyes flicker up, and for the first time max notices that they are almost golden in the sunlight.

“no.” daniel says softly, and max doesn't think twice as he sets his own mug down and slides closer to daniel with newfound confidence. making his breath hitch.

“then, maybe I can stay? and maybe, if you feel like it..." his fingertips brush against daniel’s arm and almost without blinking, daniel places his hand on his neck, sliding it back and up through his hair. “we could fill in some of those gaps?”

as daniel’s chest presses against his, noses brushing against one another, max smiles, a fluttering in his chest making it all the way to his toes. daniel’s even gorgeous from up close.

“sounds like a plan,” daniel kisses him then, softly, as if he’s trying to savour his mouth, and his hand cups max’s cheek sweetly. it’s far better than any fiery, lustful kiss max remembers they shared during the night. it says more than max can even comprehend.

when max pulls back, he takes in daniel’s face for a moment, a smile pulling beautifully at his lips. max feels his blush climb again and he tries to looks away, but daniel is holding his head in place.

“looks like you’re mine for the day.” daniel says, leaning forward to smile against max’s mouth.

my ao3!

[patrophthia]

Hi queen, and congrats! I’m in my Sirius era so maybe a fic with him and literally any trope/idea you have (although I have to admit I love e2l)

Anyways, congratulations again 💞

babe i’m always in my sirius era so i GET you and i love e2l so i (hopefully) GOT you too!! and thank u!!!

just kiss already! | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: silly banters, not exactly enemies to lovers but they’re bickering and bantering with each other (except one is in love with the other)

part of my 1k celebration event !

If you had a galleon for every time Sirius Black disagreed with you on something you’d have about just enough to build your own Hogswart. It was all in good fun at first, playful banters between the two quidditch announcers until the quote unquote ‘banter’ made its way into your day to day left rather than it staying within the announcer’s booth. 

“What?” You don’t have to glance at him to know that Sirius had slid into the sit opposing you, not caring that you’ve been saving it for a friend of yours. “What is it this time?” 

You know what he’s going to say by how casually he’d plop himself down. It had started this way, you sliding up to him as naturally as you could as you ask him in aiding you commentate this year’s quidditch matches seeing as the old announcer was your ex boyfriend and you’d much rather die then work with him again. 

And Sirius was popular enough to make people want to listen to what he had to say, plus he’s well aware of the rules in quidditch through his friendship with the Gryffindor’s team captain. He was the perfect candidate then, and maybe you’re regretting your decision now (just maybe). 

“I need a favor from you,” he says easily; a sly smile creeping onto his handsome face when you finally look at him, “I need you to do this weekend’s match alone.” 

“You want me to commentate the final match of this season alone?” You ask him, tone ridiculing. Everyone who knew anything about sport knew how stressful the finals are, and when you’re two teenagers commentating on the school final match with nothing but magic as your helper, you’re going to need all hands on deck. “Do you hear yourself?” 

A hand finds it’s way into his curls, tossing it slightly as he tried to come up with a reply. “I have a good reason.” 

“It better be,” you snickered. “I’m seconds away from hexing your arse into announcing the match with me.” 

“It’s well—” he pauses, seemingly nervous for once. “—I have a date.” 

“That’s your reason?” You scoff, ignoring the weird pang in your chest. Sirius Black is handsome, you know that, the whole school knew that; he’s always been desirable —and, in your eyes, incredibly annoying. So how anyone could want to be with him —despite his good look, and honestly charming personality— is a mystery to you. “You’re missing the match to get your dick wet?” 

He tears his eyes away from you, breaking contact as he looks to the side. “When you put it like that it’s . . .”

“It’s what?” You’re annoyed and he could sense it. “It’s a stupid reason to miss the most important match this season that your best friend is playing?” 

Sirius is quiet for once in his life. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him this quiet —probably being eaten up by his own feelings, and he looks so . . . guilty you almost almost feel bad for him. 

“You know what?” You say after a while, grey eyes meeting yours once more. “Just do whatever you want, I don’t care. I don’t know why I’m still holding out hope that you’d do the one thing I’ve asked of you to do. ” 

And maybe his date cancelled on him, or James Potter said a few not so kind words about how it’s utter betrayal to not be there for him during the finals; or maybe, just maybe, your words got to him. 

Leaving you more than just surprised to find him already sat at the announcer’s booth when you arrive. You sit down besides him, not daring to look at him seeing as the last time you did look at him, you’d told him that you’ve been expecting something from him and he’s only disappointed you since. 

So you waited until the game start, siding with the team he was naturally opposed to. It was second nature by now, for him to always support whichever team you didn’t (even if it was his own house). 

“It looks like Prongs spotted the snitch,” Sirius says, ignoring you when you corrected him that ‘Prongs’ should be referred to as ‘Potter’ in these settings, “if you’d stop telling me what to do maybe someone would be seeking for you. Merlin, knows you made everyone around your miserable enough.” 

There’s a few audible gasps from the audience, even fewer laughters finding amusement in the word ‘seeking’ being used in a quidditch pitch in entirely different contexts. The audience are used to your banters by now, though those had always been playful without this —this, underlying pretense of light heartedness. 

Sirius had meant something hostile with his words, and every could sense it. 

Which is why the Seekers of each team only stop what they’re doing to look at you when you retorted. “I didn’t ask for you to be here, go be with your date and stop being an ass to me, Black. I’m getting real tired of you.” 

“Of course, you didn’t ask to be here. You only said those things where it’s oh so clear you’re upset with me knowing full well I can’t stand seeing you be mad at me.” His remark is quick, racing out of his mouth just mere seconds after your words. “You’re getting tired of me? Merlin, knows I’m getting real tired of constantly worrying about how you’re feeling.” 

He’s not looking at you, his hands curled up into a fist besides the microphone, clearly frustrated with something. 

You’re scoffing now. “And why are you constantly worrying about how I’m feeling? We’re not friends, Black. I’ve never once asked you to be my friend, let’s not play pretend here.” 

“I’m not playing pretend,” he snaps. “You and I both know that we don’t have to be friends for me to care about you.”

“You care about me?”

“Oh Merlin. Are we really doing this right now?” There’s a shout from the pitch, and the voice so distinct that you don’t have to even look to know that it was the one and only James Potter screaming at you. “Yes. Yes, he does! Now just kiss already and let’s get back to the match!” 

You don’t say another word, and neither does Sirius as the audience waited with bated breath to see whether you’d actually kiss. But, unlike everyone else, Professor Mcgonagall seems to actually have some sense within herself to step in and direct the attention back to the match. 

And if she spotted the two announcers slipping away during the break, she doesn’t find enough sense in herself to stop them from doing so. 

— from bee: i got so carried away this ended up at 1.1k words oops

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Gojo Satoru HCs - Canon & Fanon!

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS:⚠️ None, for the first part. Under the cut is when stuff gets weird. So minors and those uncomfy with anything remotely sexual don't click the "Keep Reading/Read More"! Will put another warning, tho. Just in case.

This is for my fellow Gojo girlies, platonic and romantic, because WOOOW 261 MAN. Sukuna's up next and then I'll probably dip again lmao. 💅🏽✨

Word Count: 855

Gojo Satoru HCs - Canon Gojo

A mix of HCs and character analysis, if Imma be honest.

1.) His arrogance is an act - both to himself and to others; although a part of him IS actually crazy. He grew up a spoiled rich kid, yes, but the weight of what he represented in the Jujutsu world has been ingrained in him since…well, he could conceptualize things. He is the strongest, and as such he is responsible for the world's safety (at least against curses) - it is in danger if he isn't. He's the strongest because he also HAS to be. 2.) Is definitely a boy dad to his students - guy OR girl. Though, like Nanami, he does try to make sure his female students feel comfortable around him; he's just more obnoxious about it. Not condescending...just obnoxious. Calls out and makes fun of the male students that make the girls uncomfortable, gives them more breaks if they specify that it's their time of them month and they need it, calls them a cab he can monitor to get them home safe (though he does this for all of his students, to be fair), or other stuff along the likes of that. 3.) Bisexual and Demiromantic, but his first and currently only love was Geto. 4.) Is apathetic to the weak because thinking about them would only weigh him down. Moreso than Suguru's betrayal, I think the deaths of his friends - who were arguably the weaker ones - really solidified in his mind just how important it was to be the strongest because it was so personal to him. The more he cares about the weak, the more he thinks about that instead of BEING it - it's an unnecessary weight. He only needs to focus on being the strongest, and then he can be there for the weak if they need him. 5.) HOWEVER, Geto's betrayal and Nanami's initial quitting only further served to isolate him, to prove to him that strength = loneliness. This is probably where his dream of creating more sorcerers equal to him in strength came from. Guy knows how lonely it is at the top, and doesn't want that for anyone else.

Gojo Satoru HCs - Fanon Gojo x Reader

These can be read as either platonic or romantic. Reader's gender and sex isn't specified.

1.) Teacher has a faaaavoriiiittee…(if romantic then favorite other teacher, random person, sorcerer, NOT student)… 2.) Despite how bold he often is, Gojo shows that he cares and looks out for you in very subtle ways - whether that be gently convincing you to take a break when you clearly need it, standing in between you and the road, giving you his umbrella when it's raining (he doesn't need it - he kept it for you in case you ever did), carrying extra meds you may need on hand, or even just getting you a snack, coffee or tea when you need a pick me up. 3.) Congratulations, you now have access to a luxurious mansion(s)! Gives you the keys to one of his many estates. Come and go as you please. 4.) If anybody makes you upset, he won't do anything drastic per se but…he WILL embarass them, somehow - though he often disguises it as a harsh joke at the expense of the other. 5.) Grew up as a weapon, basically, and when he finds someone that actually treats him like a person - he sticks to them like glue, without even realizing it.

Alright you know the drill. Minors and anyone uncomfy with anything remotely sexual DNI, and just scroll past. Don't click the "KEEP READING" if you don't wanna see all the sex-y stuff, and just go on with your day, furendo!

Fanon Gojo - Romantic

⚠️Further Content Warnings!⚠️

Honestly, not much LMAO - I'll save that for the actual fic in, like, 10 years from now. Mostly Gojo fluff, some mentioned sexual activities, and Sub!Gojo.

1.) Inexperienced with women. As much as I love the fanon interpretation of Gojo, he has probably never once touched a woman in his life, even if he and Geto were popular during their younger years. Guys though? Yeah you guessed it - he and Geto had each OTHER. 2.) Adding on to the point above, this guy is LOOYAAAAL when he finds someone that he truly loves. Just look at him and Geto. He has YET to move on after Geto 💔 3.) A golden retriever boyfriend. AND shares his sweets with you but he has to feed them to you. He HAS to. 4.) Guy is a needy, WHINY sub in bed. Loves to please and can stay seated in between your legs for HOURS as long as you praise him. Loud AF too and is absolutely shameless about it - it ruins everyone's day (except for you and him). Loves the wear the marks you leave on him like a crown and it's awkward for EVERYONE. 5.) Because he has so many responsibilities, and the Jujutsu world won't give him a break, you guys don't actually spend much time together - even moreso if you're a sorcerer, too. Expect missing anniversaries, cancelled plans, mismatched schedules, even nights without each other. Despite this, Gojo does try for you, he really does. He calls and texts whenever he can, sees you the moment his schedule allows, and brings home something for you every time.

I LITERALLY CAN'T WITH THE LEAKS PLEASE JUST TAKE THIS

[lizzychanstuffss]

Omg maybe Astarion somehow being able to see a reality where he ascended and the dark urge ruled with him

his reaction could be good or bad 🧐 maybe both

BARK BARK BARK you are my first dark urge request so I am excited to write this! Also since I enjoy the idea of some angst with this I am going to say this takes place post-game with a good durge and spawn Astarion :3

Astarion x Redeemed!durge!Tav GN

Spoilers for the entire game. Also, forgive me if the details aren't perfect, I am fairly aware of what happens but for my own sanity I haven't actually seen these endings XD

Requests are still open!

You couldn't sleep, no particular reason this time either, just no matter what you did, tiredness would not take you. Honestly, you considered just taking a walk and seeing if it would tire you out although you didn't want to leave Astarion alone without telling him where you were going. It was something you realized he preferred once you started living together after everything that's happened. It was cute.

So instead of taking a walk you just stared out the window from your shared bedroom of the house you had made your own. The sun was starting to rise already which means that your 'night' was just starting. Converting to a nocturnal schedule was something Astarion actually refused to let you do at first, but considering that if you didn't you would basically never spend any time together he eventually relented. Oddly enough it wasn't a hard switch either you actually preferred to be awake at night then the day. You figured this might have been an old habit from your past life.

Astarion had decided to turn in early for the night, the both of you had a rowdy night of mischief-making and partying and well people congratulating you for saving the entire city basically. It was frankly exhausting and you couldn't blame the vampire for needing an early night. He had been in a trance for a while at this point but when you turned to check on him you noticed his brow was furrowed.

It was such a small thing that almost anyone would miss it but not you, you had a keen eye for the microexpressions his face made when he was having complicated emotions. You didn't always understand what they meant or what was going on in his head but you knew something was off with the man. So you crawled back into bed and debated for a moment about waking him up but decided unless he seemed to be in a panic it was best not to wake him. So instead you just put a gentle hand on his arm and then one in his hair stroking it gently.

After a bit of that he seemed to relax again. Before you noticed his eyes half open gazing at you.

"Oh did I wake you?" you asked him.

"No...well yes but don't apologize....I'm glad you did" turning to face you better he gently took the hand that had been on his shoulder and placed it on his face. The gesture surprised you a little. It's not something you had thought he would do.

"Is something wrong, love?" words sincere, he doesn't speak, at least not until he gathers his thoughts a bit.

"I had a dream, no it was more like a vision." he starts "It was about us...but it wasn't 'us' if that makes sense?" he asked, staring at you with one of his classic wet and pathetic cat looks he was prone to making in moments of vulnerability.

"I think I understand like you saw a version of us from another reality?" He nodded in response to your attempt at describing what he saw. "And what was different about this version of us?"

"Well, I'm not sure what entirely to make of it...it was almost like we were the worst versions of ourselves....we seemed happy but also miserable..." His voice trailed off a bit but he continued speaking before you could say anything in response "You had claimed the Crown for Bhaal, but I was ruling by your side...and I think I went through with the ritual" he seemed confused and shocked by own words but also terrified.

"O-oh" was the only thing you could say in response. Suddenly his want for comfort made utter sense and you couldn't help but comply running your thumb across his cheek. He melted into the touch relaxing a bit more.

The two of you stayed like that more a while. The information was quite a shock to both of your systems, but the both of you were thinking about it just unsure of what to say about such a thing. Then you finally spoke up.

"What did you think of this version of us?"

He sat with your question for a bit.

"I'm...I'm not sure....I know I didn't like it, it felt wrong" He sighs, "What do you think about this version of us?" flipping your own question back on yourself, you take a moment to think about how to answer before speaking.

"Considering that Bhaal wanted me to take the crown for himself and rule the world I can assume he...owned me" as hard as it was to admit you fully knew what taking that crown for yourself meant as it would have never been something you choose on your own. "You said you had ascended in the vision as well?"

He nodded "It was awful, it was as though I was looking as someone possessing my body, there was no ‘me’ anymore just a husk of who I thought I was supposed to be..." tearing up a bit "I was exactly like Cazador" he choked out the words sounding disgusted with himself.

"Hey look at me, that's not you though, that's not either of us" you pressed your forehead to his.

"And it never will be, I won't let it be"

His arms wrapped around you pulling you into him, as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck finding comfort in it as you held him. A hand coming up to gently play with the curls in his hair as he lets himself calm down in your embrace, although you also felt his hand stroke up and down your back in a soothing motion you weren't sure if it was for you or for himself but it was a nice gesture either way.

The two of you stayed like that for a while.

[ryker-writes]

TWST characters as siblings (Savanaclaw)

I had too many thoughts on Leona's part so it's much longer

Leona:

another royal at night raven college?

you do get some special treatment at the school because you are royalty

Falena is the very nice and happy brother and Leona is the grumpy mean one

Leona doesn't respond to Falena's letters so please respond to him when he sends you letters

his feelings will be hurt if you don't

congratulations you have the most adorable nephew in the world!

Cheka loves to visit the two of you at NRC

Leona doesn't really care what dorm you end up in unless it's Diasomnia

then he will be very upset

He's the kind of brother to act like he doesn't care about you but as soon as something is wrong he is there

like you could be talking to him about anything and he'll tell you to go away and not bother him

but when you mention a problem or something, he's still claims he doesn't care but has already figured out how to help and will act on it without telling you

magically your problem is gone and if you ask him about it he will deny any involvement

if there is something on your mind he does get really serious and let's you vent to him

actually good at comfort and will be one of the rare times he expresses that he actually cares about you

he's not super protective

he knows you can handle yourself just fine so he doesn't worry about your choice of friends

he won't really care about bonding with them either

now if you tell him about a romantic partner...

he'll care who it is but he still won't be worried

if they hurt you he'll just end them no big deal

he won't really try to bond with your partner either

doesn't really bother your relationship that much but he will silently (and sometimes not silently) judge your partner

but his thoughts on your relationship have one exception: Malleus (more thoughts on this later)

Much like he does for Leona, Ruggie will also run errands for you too (he still asks for payment tho)

one thing about Leona being your brother, he's gonna do his best to make sure that you don't feel inferior to him, Falena, or anyone else

he never wants you to feel like that ever

if you do feel that way he's gonna beat himself up for allowing or making you feel like that

will assure you that you're just as good as everyone else if not better

Ruggie:

your childhood together would've made you two pretty close

Just you, Ruggie, and your grandma trying to survive

your grandma would always make sure you and Ruggie had food to eat

when it's just you and Ruggie at NRC, he takes on that responsibility to make sure the two of you eat

thankfully he's pretty close with Leona and so you two don't have to worry too much about money

the jobs Ruggie takes around campus are now for the two of you

he wants you to be in Savanaclaw with him, but won't be too upset if you get assigned elsewhere

he's still going to be looking out for you regardless of what dorm you're in

if you have a problem he can pull some strings to help you out

will probably negotiate with Leona to help out

Ruggie isn't a protective brother

he doesn't mind your friends as long as they are nice to you

he doesn't care for getting to know your friends

if you're in a romantic relationship he won't really worry

as long as your partner is taking care of you right, he isn't bothered

Ruggie will be pretty happy if you decide to do some jobs with him and make your own money

he gets if you don't want to tho and will respect that

if you ever needed money for something he will debate in his mind if he should help you out

most of the time he agrees since it will make you happy

he saves up his money often but he puts some aside from his savings for your birthday

he wants to get you a big gift that will make you happy

Jack:

if you're in this family then you're probably a little athletic

i mean the entire family is pretty athletic and has the stamina to back it up

aside from jack you also have two little siblings

they like to run around a lot so I hope you can keep up with them

Jack is super excited that you two get to experience NRC together

and he's real happy if you get into Savanaclaw

if you don't he'll be a little disappointed but he'll accept it anyway

he's always encouraging you to do your best in classes and become the best 'you' that you can be

always there to help or listen if you need him

family is incredibly important to him so you are at the top of him priority list

so he's a little protective

he's happy to meet your friends and is very nice to them

but he'll just want to make sure they're good people and then he'll leave you guys alone

if you get into a romantic relationship he's slightly more hesitant

he wants to meet your partner

Jack isn't the type to think your partner is taking you away from him, he just worries that you'll get hurt

once he figures that your relationship is good and you're happy, he's pretty chill about it

he wants to protect you from pain both physically and emotionally

when there's trouble nearby he is automatically going to step between you and the threat

he doesn't even think about it he just does

if you point it out to him he'll finally notice and will try to stop if you want him to