#him get upset over his coworkers stopping in the middle of work

[marksbear2]

Hi, i failed my finals :) I would like a mind distraction. I would like to request a Bucky Barnes X top male reader. But! Bucky likes to dress up :p so maybe reader comes home early and catches Bucky dressed in something girly and that leads to 🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥 bed breaking voice cracking steamy spice. And then cuddles afterwards. Pretty please 🛐🛐🛐

BUCKY BARNES X TOP MALE READER

Awww you failed your finals? Now I have to write this for I can cheer you up, Bucky is gonna wear that dress we were talking ang other day.

⚠️Warnings- Bucky in a dress, smutt with plot, making out, handjobs, rough, fast, top reader, bed shaking, loud, moan, and etc⚠️

Y/n was sitting down in the break room of his job on his phone listening to one of his coworkers talk about their family life. Scrolling through his phone and listening to his friend go on and on about his family Y/n didn’t seem annoyed or bothered.

“So me and Cherry has this huge fight she was telling me how we’re getting distant and how I’m always busy with work.” The coworker says catching Y/n’s attention. Y/n thought to himself.

“I’ve been busy with work to…way too tired to do anything with Buck.” Y/n thought to himself immediately comparing his coworker’s problem to his own relationship.

“How I haven’t been showing her any affection and all that stupid crap.” The coworker said as he shrugged and ate his lunch. “Why every partner gotta be clingy you know.” Which each word his coworker spoke Y/n realized that he was doing the exact same thing as his coworker. 

“Ah shit, uhm something just came up at home I gotta go. Clock out for me will ya, I’ll return the favor next time.” Y/n said gesturing to his phone as if he just got a emergency text, before his coworker could respond Y/n pat his back and got his things and left.

Y/n left the building and went to his car to drive home. Y/n unlocked the door to his car and got inside and turned the car on. “Fuck…how could I be so stupid.” Y/n mumbles softly to himself lightly hitting the steering wheel in realization before driving out the parking lot and to his home. He many ideas swarmed around in his head thinking about all sorts of ways he could make things up.

Deciding Y/n stopped by a flower shop to buy a beautiful bouquet then after he bought some chocolates from a nearby by store. 

As soon as Y/n got to the apartment and tried to be as quiet as he could being entering the house. He would usually announce himself that he’s home. But he really wanted to surprise him. So he quietly walked to the bedroom and as quiet he could opened the door and peaked his head inside.

“Hey Bucky, I’m home I got you something.—“ Y/n cuts himself off as he looked at his boyfriend. 

Bucky stood in the middle of the room in front of the mirror wearing a beautiful light blue sundress. Bucky’s face was flushed full with embarrassment and shock as he turned his head to face Y/n’s own shock face.

“It— uhm.— let me explain.” Bucky stuttered over his words.

Y/n didn’t respond back just silently looking over the dress. With more awkward silence Y/n finally decided to speak. “When did you get this?” Y/n mumbled out as he put the flowers and chocolate to the side. He walked over to Bucky and began touching the ends of the sun dress. Bucky was to embarrassed to say anything. 

Y/n himself was speechless as well. He didn’t feel mad or upset, just confused. And honestly he felt attracted. Y/n never imagined Bucky in a dress, but right now it’s like he fell in love with him all over again.

“I’m gonna take this off—“ Bucky was cut off by Y/n own words. “No. Keep it on…you look good. 

“You think so? I- I thought you didn’t like girly things.” Bucky’s face was getting more red as Y/n pulled the hem of the dress up touching Bucky’s thighs and just having a good feel of bucky’s upper legs before trailing up.

“Yeah- just not on myself. So when did all of this start? You look so good in this dress doll.” Y/n whispered as he began to move closer and pressing his body against Bucky’s own and kissing his cheek and jaw.

“Just a few months ago…I like myself in clothes like this. I’ve been hiding the dresses and stuff I’m the closet.” Bucky confessed as he slowly and softly gasped as he felt Y/n’s hands run over his body. 

Y/n pulled Bucky closer and lay him down on the bed. Y/n got on top him and pulled the hem fully up and exposing Bucky’s bare cock. Y/n spat into his hand and wrapped his hand around Bucky’s soft cock stroking it slowly to get Bucky hard. Y/n leaned up and began to kiss Bucky slowly but passionately. Bucky whispered into the slow but deep kisses. 

Bucky’s cock grew harder from the kisses and Y/n’s hand stroking him. Bucky used his free hand to tug on Y/n’s belt, showing Y/n that he wants him to take it off.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s dick and used his hands to take his belt off and threw it to the side before pulling his pants and boxers low but not taking them fully off just enough for his cock to spring out.

Bucky wrapped his hand around Y/n’s cock jerking it off the same pace Y/n was jerking him off in. Y/n leaned in and kissed Bucky back. Y/n went back to jerking off his boyfriend now fully hard cock.

Both men were making out and jerking off each other off. It was a really hot and passionate scene. Y/n’s tongue entered Bucky’s mouth.

After a while Y/n broke the kiss and pulled away reaching to the night stand and getting a bottle of lube out and squeezing some into his fingers and rubbed them in.

“Open your legs for me, doll.” Y/n said and immediately Bucky opened his legs. Y/n leaned back to Bucky and moved one finger into his hole. Y/n was looking down watching his own movements. 

He moved and curled his finger inside of Bucky stretching him out. Bucky moaned and whimpered from Y/n’s finger thrusting in and out of him. Bucky’s cock began to leak precum and Y/n laughed softly. “Your already close from handjob and fingering.” Y/n sucked onto his teeth making a “Tch Tch” noise in a teasing tone. 

Y/n moved another finger inside and really began fucking him with his fingers. 

He curled his fingers into Bucky’s prostate as he used his free hand to grab and stroke his boyfriend’s already wet and trembling cock.  

Bucky was letting out deep moans and softly whining as he moved his hips around. Y/n curled his fingers deeper into Bucky’s prostate. Y/n began to make a scissoring motion. Bucky moaned and breathed heavy as he wrapped his arms around Y/n’s shoulders holding him tightly.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s cock and pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his cock and rubbed it so it’s wet. Y/n squeezed a bit more onto Bucky’s hole before moving his cock against the entrance of Bucky’s hole.

Y/n slowly moved his cock inside holding Bucky by his thighs keeping his legs apart and in the air.

Slowly Y/n rocked his hips back and forth moving the tip in and out. Y/n moved his cock deeper and pulled out before moving back halfway. Y/n thrusted in and out in a rhythm before thrusting his cock fully inside Bucky.

“Gahh!~ ngh… fu-fuck Y/n!~” Bucky immediately moaned out with his legs tensing. 

Y/n rocked himself back and forth thrusting in and out of him. Bucky moaned and whined as Y/n held his legs higher thrusting as deep as he could.

Bucky’s cock was hidden on the dress so the hard cock had a tent in the dress. Y/n’s chest was pressed into Bucky’s own. 

Soon enough Bucky’s moans went from quiet to loud and pleasure real quick. Bucky moaned loudly as Y/n slowly fucked him. Suddenly Y/n’s slow pace quickly turned fast and rough. Y/n drilled his cock deep inside Bucky’s hole abusing it. 

Bucky’s hands flared around searching for anything that he could hold onto. His hands found the sheets below them a gripped onto them for support. Y/n’s cock rammed in and out of Bucky’s hole using him as if he was a toy. 

After a while Y/n hoist Bucky from his back and pulled him into his lap fucking him messily. Thrust after thrust Y/n felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n gripped onto Bucky’s hips as Bucky wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders holding onto him tightening  and moaning nonsense into his ear. 

"Y-Y/n! Y/n!~ I'm i'm..." Bucky couldn't even finish his sentence as he came hard all over himself and his own dress. It wasn't the first time the man had an orgasm, but every time he does it feels new to him. The bed was squeaking and head board hitting against the wall as Y/n thrust in and out faster and deeper.  

Bucky rocks his hips back and forth trying to be as gentle as he can. Y/n moves his face to the crook of Bucky’s neck kissing it softly. "Fuck. F-fuck." Bucky groans out as Bucky feels his cock twitch inside him. 

Y/n begins to pick up his pace, but not too fast or rough. Y/n's thrust was at a perfect speed for him to reach his peak. 

"Bucky~ ohh~ fuck Bucky. I'm close." Y/n says with a moan moving his hands onto either sides of the bed holding onto the sheets tightly as he fucks deep, but gentle inside Bucky. 

"Buck!~ fuck baby! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns feeling Bucky scratching and holding onto his back. Bucky could feel his own cock about to cum as well. With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Bucky burying his seed deep inside him. Bucky moaned loud as he scratched Y/n’s back.

The two began to breathe heavy Y/n kissed Bucky’s cheek whispering praises in his ear. 

Y/n pulled himself out and watched the cum leak out of Bucky’s hole and down his thighs. Y/n cradled Bucky in his lap kissing him softly, peppering kisses all over his face while picking him up in his arms before laying him down on the bed. Bucky was tired and laid down onto the bed. Y/n went to the bathroom and picked a towel before coming back and wiping Bucky clean.

As he cleaned him Y/n was gentle and telling praises and good sweet things. Bucky was laughing softly as his face was flushed. 

“You did so good…I love you so much Buck.” Y/n praised kissing him causing Bucky to giggle.

“I love you too.” Bucky and Y/n kissed back and forth swapping and whispering praises to one another while cuddling.

THE END

#x male reader #x reader #male reader #male reader insert #x male y/n #x top male reader #x gn reader #amab reader #top male reader #bucky barns x male reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #winter soldier #winter solider x reader #Winter soldier x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #the bear club

[bruhstation]

checking out theodore tugboat right now and all I can say is that foduck would really benefit from reading the dsm v

#zin.txt #my beautiful princess with various personality disorders. please talk to me. #I don't think I'm joking like atp he's DEFINITELY an undiagnosed autism and ocd haver. maybe bpd too.... many such cases #which is why he's always like ''I don't know why I feel like this''or ''I'm so sorry I don't know why I did that'' #him get upset over his coworkers stopping in the middle of work #going back and forth between valuing himself and feeling incredibly lesser than his peers because he is told to guard the docks #and cannot go out to the ocean #thus making his V title ''not worth anything'' according to him #''Im so important and nobody will get their job done without me'' #[5 minutes later] #''I am not a part of the team because I cannot go out to the ocean and my Vigilant title has no meaning'' #also the way he views his friends always changes like #one minute he's doting on them and cheering them on #next minute he's angry and agitated and dislikes them #next minute he's alll sorry and worried and anxious. curious indeed #living rent free inside my head and his neighbors are gordon and boomer

[vxnillsstuff]

Just saw your prismo headcount and LOVED THEM!!! Could you maybe do a little fic or headcanons (I don't mind) with a gen!neutral reader that can turn 2D? So they can interact with Prismo 'n stuff? Idk I think it just sounds cute :>

"In all your forms..." - Prismo (Fionna and Cake) X GN!Reader

NOTE: Thank you for the request and compliment! Question (for anyone who reads the notes... Would you guys like if I streamed on Twitch while I write or have a Discord server? I know some people enjoy that kind of community. LMK! Also, sorry if this writing is a little weird, i'm working on my PC.

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You. You are an intern for the not-so-magical wishmaster, Prismo. You had been an intern for about... 50 years now actually! You wouldn't say you were extremely thrilled with being his intern, but hey; At least you weren't floating in the middle of the universe, slowly disintegrating.

You could go on and on about all the things that made you upset about him. His stubble, his messiness, his handsome face-

ANYWAYS! Ever since you got the job as "wishmaker intern", you've had the weird power to become 2D. Not the most favorable thing in the world but it made your job a little easier when it came to working with Prismo.

You were sitting in the time room politely while Prismo clicks through all the channels like he always does. "When will I ever get to use the remote?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Maybe in a couple hundred years." Prismo says, a smug look on his face. You roll your eyes and scoot closer to him to see what he's doing. "You know... You're kind of a prick." You say, looking away from him.

He scoffs. "You could be floating around space right now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah yeah..." You say, glancing down at his thumbs as they flip through the channels. "Do you always have to be... I dunno... 2D?"

"What?" Prismo responds, slightly glancing in your direction,

"Can you be like... 3D?" You respond, feeling the tension growing in the air.

"Yeah but I don't like it..."

"Oh..."

You two sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Do you.. like me? Like... A coworker." He blurts, breaking the silence and putting the remote down.

"Wha- I mean, I guess." You say, looking over at Prismo.

He makes eye contact with you, making you tense up a bit.

"Then why do you always have an attitude?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You are silent.

"Exactly."

You didn't know why you were always so rude to him. Maybe it is a defense to your underlying feelings. You shiver at the thought of these feelings and it almost makes you feel sick.

"I can see right through you..." He says gently, his eyes piercing through you.

"Wha-"

He chuckles as if he isn't feeling anything. "You want to hate me, but you can't." He says.

What do you say to that? It's true. You feel cornered.

"Prismo.." You shutter out. He just... Laughs.

"You like like me!" He says, still laughing.

"Prismo stop- This is mean." You say, a blush spreading across your face.

"When did I say i didn't like you too?"

The words falling out of his mouth making you feel stunned. Is it a trick? A joke? You couldn't tell. Your heart felt naked and exposed with all of this emotion. You want to cry but, you wouldn't. At least, you wouldn't let him see you do so.

"I like you." Prismo says. He isn't joking. He isn't joking or tricking you. It is pure emotion.

There is a gentle silence.

"I like you too... I think i'd always like you... No matter the universe. I'd like you in all your forms." You say, feeling all the emotion that has been pent up within your heart release. Tears roll down your face but, you quickly try to wipe them up.

He smiles and helps wipe your tears. Being 2D made things easier, that's for sure.

"50 years..." He says, giggling.

You giggle with him, holding your hands together.

With him, time is forever. Time is now. There is no expectation other than one; that he will be there forever. A crush so childlike. So pure and undiluted. Just liking each other. Liking the presence of another.

"So... What now?" You say.

TO BE CONTINUED (IF WANTED)....

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#adventure time #fionna and cake #fiona and cake #fanfic #fanfics #fluff #prismo #prismo fionna and cake #prismo the wishmaster #prismo adventure time #prismo x reader

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲: 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

⋆ Ever since you started dating Ruggie your days have gotten brighter, going into work every morning with a smile on your face. He always had a way of surprising you each day, making you feel loved and cherished. Whether it be showing up unannounced, waiting for you at closing, or giving you a call during your break, he always made time for you. There are even times where he’d join you on your break, stopping by to eat with you. On those days he would bring you lunch, making you something simple or getting you a small meal he could afford. You always share it with him, splitting it evenly between you two. Though that doesn’t stop him from stealing a bite from you, laughing as you playfully try to stop him. Some days he’ll tell you he can’t stop by just to see the smile that lights up on your face when he does show, laughing to himself about how cute you are as you eagerly greet him. He showers you in affection, unafraid to give you a kiss or hold your hand whenever he can. It’s his way of showing you off, showing the world the wonderful person he’s lucky enough to be with. Though you can’t help but feel you’re the lucky one, being the one he fell in love with.

⋆ Your day has been bad, the cafe short staffed and busy. While most of your customers were understanding there were some who were impatient, becoming upset and taking it out on you and your coworkers. It left you feeling tired and drained, wanting the day to be over with. You left right as your shift ended, walking out to find Ruggie waiting for you. He went to greet you before pausing, noticing how upset and tired you looked. He asks if you’re alright, listening to you recount your day as he walks you home, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you’re pressed against his side. He makes some jokes to lighten the mood as you finish telling him about your day, saying he could always use another job if the cafe is hiring. You shake your head fondly, starting to feel a bit better. When you’re almost home Ruggie decides to turn down a different path, leading you somewhere else. You look at him confused as he laughs, telling you it’s a surprise before asking you to close your eyes. You walk for a few more minutes before he stops, waiting a moment before telling you to open your eyes.

⋆ You open them to find a field of dandelions in front of you, no houses or other people in sight. Ruggie says he was saving this place for your anniversary, leading you towards the middle of the field. Once there you both laid down, relaxing in the grass and flowers. You shut your eyes, enjoying the sun and the breeze. As you relaxed you could feel yourself growing tired, the stress of the day leaving you exhausted. Without realizing it you feel asleep, waking up an hour or so later to Ruggie staring down at you affectionately. He gives you a kiss as he jokingly tells you good morning, laughing as you sit up to stretch, dandelions and grass in your hair. He suddenly grows nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing lightly as he asks you to hold out your hand. You do so, palm facing up before he shakes his head, turning your hand so that your palm is facing down. He nervously asks you to close your eyes, feeling something against your hand before he tells you to open them.

⋆ You look down to find a ring made out of dandelions on your finger, unable to take your eyes off of it as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You look up to find Ruggie looking away from you, fiddling with some grass. He explains that he heard from his grandma that dandelions mean hope, and that he always thinks of you when he sees them. He tells you that the ring is a promise, a promise of something more, something to look forward to. You look at the ring before looking back at Ruggie, feeling yourself begin to tear up. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace as tears roll down your face. You thank him, telling him you love him before peppering his face in kisses. He laughs in between kisses, holding you close as he enjoys this moment with you. You tell Ruggie you look forward to the future, Ruggie looking you at you lovingly as he says he looks forward to it too.

⋆ The ring becomes your favorite piece of “jewelry”, wearing it everyday. When it becomes old and withered Ruggie makes you a new one, putting it on your finger like he did the first time. You keep the first one he made you though, pressing it into a book for safe keeping. Whenever you have a bad day you find yourself looking at your hand, staring at the ring as you think of Ruggie and what the future holds. A few years later Ruggie will give you a new ring that isn’t made of flowers, but instead is made to look like one. He has Leona to thank for that, getting it custom made for him within his budget. He makes sure to thank him by inviting him to the wedding, sending him a picture as he excitedly tells him you said yes ♡

Originally posted: December 17th, 2023

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

#♡.sheep writes #♡.twst #♡.ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader #ruggie x reader

[yeonjunszn]

ASAP! — TWENTY

PAIRING! mark lee x f!reader

SUMMARY! you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

MORE! 🙀🙀🙀 LEE JENO WTF IS WRONG WITH U (i’m sorry for making u a bad person my sugarplum i love u but ur a milf lover so it worked for plot’s sake)

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As if your day couldn't get any worse, just earlier you were taunted by Jeno in front of multiple customers (Mommy of the Month and her little posse of soccer moms) for not knowing how to steam milk properly. Leave it to Mr. I Love Milfs to make you feel small in front of, well, said Milfs.

And now, as you huff in front of an older male customer, he yells at you for not knowing the difference between a Wet Cap and a Dry Cap. Was there even a difference? You don’t even drink cappuccinos.

"You know, that's what I hate about young ladies like you, taking job opportunities away from men like me. You're so stupid, you can't tell the difference between these two cappuccinos? They're different in weight and taste. Are you tasteless? Blind? Maybe both? How do you even work in a coffee shop?"

As the man goes on criticizing you, you can't help but feel the tears well up in your eyes and start dripping down your face. Yet another problem over the stupid milk. Drip, drip, drip. It takes only a few tears to fall down your face for the customer to start getting angrier.

"Oh, look. The idiot girl is crying. Get me your manager, I need to talk to him about lousy, useless girls like you."

Renjun, who just happened to hear the last part of the customer's sentence, whips out his phone under the bar to text Mark. He knows he can't deal with this customer alone, not when you're damn near shivering like you went for a swim in the middle of December.

It’s not long before Renjun steps into your way as Mark grabs your hand, pulling you away from the customer. He laces your fingers together as he guides you towards his office, making sure it's empty as he sits you down in a chair.

"Are you okay?" Mark asks, eyes filled with concern and heart aching for you.

You shake your head at him, not wanting to speak out of fear that your voice will quiver much like your body is right now.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have had you switch your usual shifts," Mark comments. He kneels down before you, thumb brushing across your puffy cheeks to stop your tears. "I would have never done it if I had known you were going to be treated like this. I know you’re used to the usual mid shift customers."

Mark’s other hand pats the top of your head comfortingly as you sniffle, finally speaking, "No, I... I promised you I would help. I just didn't know Jeno was so mean sometimes. And that old guys were capable of yelling at me like that."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll talk to Jeno and I'll switch you back to your mids with Jaemin and Yangyang," Mark sighs. He looks for any hint of upset in your eyes, but instead he gets a faraway look. Like there's something not quite there. "Do you want a hug to make you feel better?"

You nod your head slowly and Mark stands up, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around your waist as he begins to rock the two of you back and forth, swaying and humming to an imaginary tune.

After a while, you pull away and look up at Mark with a pout and hopeful eyes, "Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm a bad barista?" you ask.

"Well, I think you weren't as good as the other baristas before, but you are getting better," he replies, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. If his hand had lingered for any longer, he would have been able to feel the heat pooling in your cheeks.

"Okay... Um, do you think I'm stupid?"

"No. It's practically impossible to tell those two cappuccinos apart unless you’ve been a barista for a really long time. That guy was just an asshole. If he ever comes back here, I'll beat his ass to a pulp," Mark answers you truthfully. He speaks clearly; he wants you to think highly of yourself and not listen to the words of some arrogant customer. A part of you believes him, taking his words to heart.

"One more thing..." you mutter, pushing yourself back into his chest and hiding your face.

"Mm?"

"Can I... can I have your chocolate croissant?" you ask, hesitation in your voice.

Mark bursts out into laughter at your silly question, his entire body vibrating as he holds you tight. "Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Of course, Y/N. You can have whatever you want," Mark says. "Are you feeling a bit better now?"

"Yes. Thank you," you murmur, looking at his face — more specifically, his eyebrows. Something in you makes you a tiny bit shy, not able to look into his eyes as he smiles at you.

"Any time."

There's a racing in your chest, where your heart is, one that's never really been there before. Whatever it is, you hope that it will calm itself. Quickly.

TWENTY — chocolate croissant

PREV! nineteen — i will force his hand into a blender

NEXT! twenty one — #xiaojun_out

MASTERLIST!

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[bellysoupset]

Okay, so, two things:

One, does Leo ever get jealous or upset when he sees kids with loving and caring parents?

Two, maybe a fic where Leo hasn’t been feeling well all day and on his way home he sees a super sweet family with a dad and a cute giggly son, and for some reason his feverish brain combined with the sweetness sends him into a depression episode. And then he goes home and takes Benadryl for his fever and his anti depressants as well, and basically over-sedates himself, and Jon gets home later to find Leo almost completely out of it and he freaks out.

I know you’re doing the mini saga rn, but I was thinking maybe you could do this after?

Sorry if this request is too long!!!😭😭!!😭

I'm sorry it took forever to write this!! This poor fic has been in my drafts for too long, I'm so sorry!

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Leo knew he was not supposed to covet things that weren't his. That had been a maxim of his father and during most days Leo still agreed to it, all trauma aside.

Except during the holidays. He wasn't sure what was it about the end of the year that brought up the ugliest parts of him. Maybe it was all the fake glee or the longer nights and shorter days or the fact he wasn't practicing nearly as much sports or the fact that consumerism was off the charts and even though he could afford things now, he didn't think he'd ever get rid of that feeling in the pit of his stomach when standing in a cashier line. Maybe it was all that put together.

Or maybe it was the drilling about Holiday Spirit. In his house that had meant discounted alcoholic eggnog and much screaming, his father calling him a "little elf", school being out for recess so him being stuck in a house with no heat and an incredibly pissed off man, who was drunk off his ass.

For everyone else, though, holiday spirit meant being more kind or loving or charitable. Right. Leo rolled his eyes as he watched his coworker boast about the charity he was helping at the end of the year.

There was also the fact that the "philanthropy works" that his colleagues liked to gloated about were more often than not directed at people who were just Leo, except seven years ago.

He pressed on his keyboard with a little more force, rubbing at his temples. He had a headache from all the smells permeating the office — Sandras' peppermint candle, Chuck's cinnamon rolls he had brought for everyone else, Dean's fucking overpowering cologne his girlfriend had gifted him — and the loud noise wasn't making his life any better.

Leo sighed, squinting at his screen. Normally he could do his job in his sleep. Research had always been his forte, even back in high school, and he knew he aced it, because his boss always planted him as the paralegal for the big clients, where the lawyer would need a lot of research help in a short period of time.

Today he was struggling to put two and two together, let alone figure out if there were any similar cases that could serve as their defense. His stomach grumbled and Leo decided he needed a break from Sandra and Dean's incessant bickering, getting up and going to the coffee machine.

"Hey Wagner," Chuck opened a little smile, "what's with the sour face?"

"Headache," Leo answered truthfully, grabbing the biggest paper cup and starting the coffee machine. Damn, he really needed one of these back at home, "it's fine, there's just forty minutes more."

"That sucks man, feel better," Chuck said, but didn't move, "do you have any plans for the holiday break?"

"That's only next month," Leo wrinkled his nose in distaste. Could people stop pre-gaming for December in the middle of fucking November? Halloween had just happened-

"Well, there's thanksgiving," Chuck shrugged, "in less than two weeks."

"Oh," Leo sighed, having completely forgotten thanksgiving. He didn't think he had ever celebrated that.

"Are you going back home?"

Ha!

Leo nearly snorted in his coffee cup, instead changing it halfway so it looked like he was just blowing off the steam, "no, there's n- No. It's just me and Jon, so I'll probably do whatever his plans are."

Which Leo didn't think he had any... Jonah's plans lately were solely eat, sleep, study, hand in his final works for graduation, work. Rinse repeat.

"Hope you guys have fun," Chuck smiled brightly, before side stepping him and walking back to his desk, "get a turkey or something."

"Or something," Leo grumbled, squeezing his eyes and shuddering violently. He was also freezing. He blamed that on Sandra, who just had to wear the fancy coat she got in the designer sale at Nordstrom, so the a/c was at stupidly low levels, for sure.

Even though he had said it was just forty minutes more, they dragged. By the time Leo managed to get out of the office, his headache had escalated significantly and his stomach was hurting, since all he had eaten all day was a pastry at lunch and copious amounts of coffee. He was freezing to the point of his teeth chattering and he it was only when he stepped out of the elevator, buttoning up his coat, that he realized most people didn't seem to be feeling that chilly.

Sandra poked his side, "Wagner, you mind?"

He had stopped right at the ID scan, so he quickly apologized, jumping to the side as she scanned her card and then looked over her shoulder at him, "are you alright?"

"What?" Leo squinted at her, the lights reflecting off her blonde hair.

"Are you feeling alright?" Sandra repeated, "you're quieter than usual, that's all."

"Yeah, uhm..." He shrugged, running his own ID over the scan and joining her as they walked to the parking lot, "I'm fine, I'm just freez-" he shut up, stunned into silence when his co-worker lightly touched his forehead, getting on her tiptoes to reach him.

"You're running a fever there, Wagner," she rolled her eyes, clicking her car keys, "are you alright to drive?"

"Yeah, of course!" His voice came out squeaky at the sudden display of care and Sandra shrugged, smiling at him.

"Alright, take care," she waved, moving away to her designated spot and Leo was left a little stunned into silence, before collecting himself and getting in his own car. He really needed to stop being stubborn and let Bella fix his radio like she had offered, because there was just a terrible silence the entire drive home.

Leo stopped at a red light, just a street away from home and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Now that Sandra had pointed it out, he couldn't deny the fever. Everything hurt, the sound of the wind howling outside hurt, his head was pounding, the kid's squealing as they walked ahead of their parents on the street...

He watched as a little boy ran back to his father, in a ridiculously large coat. The kid barely reached his dad's hip, he couldn't be over four years old. He was blabbing, cheeks all red and Leo watched the dad let out a chuckle and grab the lapels of his son's coat, covering his face in kisses.

Someone honked behind him and Leo jumped, startled. He had missed the green light.

The remaining 5 minutes to his house, were dark five minutes. Not only because the clouds clumped together to start spilling snow, but because his thoughts started to run down a dangerous road.

This was what he hated the most about the holidays. How his dark thoughts creeped up on him with such ease, how much emphasis was there on family and love and how it highlighted that he was painfully alone in this world. There was no place to go for thanksgiving and there was no father to smooch his face and comfort him and none of the garbage that every single TV ad was showing now.

He avoided the first floor, not in the mood to force a smile for Matthew, and once he got home, Leo went straight to the bedroom, stripping out of his tux jacket and kicking off the shoes.

JD meowed, pushing the door ajar as she entered the room, climbing the bed and forcing herself on his lap even when he paid her no mind. He was too busy trying to undo his tie with one hand, the other one running through the mess of meds they kept in the bedside table drawer.

Vaguely Leo was aware that Jonah kept more meds in the first aid kit, but he couldn't remember where it was and his head was throbbing too much and he felt like fucking crying, so he decided not to go looking. They were out of paracetamol, but still had benadryl and Leo swallowed the little pink pill dry, before opening the drawer right under that one, where he kept his own stuff.

He always took his meds in the morning and then two before bed, but even thought it was only six PM, Leo decided to just taken them already. He wanted to sleep for fifty years, maybe sleep and just... Just stop existing all together.

Leo rubbed his face at the thought, letting out a groan, and his cat let out a meow, forcing her head in the space between his arms.

"Hey," he sighed, scratching her behind the ears, "hey, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm fine. I'm not doing that..." he reassured JD, pulling on the blankets so he could crawl under them. Jonah had left the heater on, but the apartment was still freezing.

JD meowed, chewing on his now undone tie and Leo wrapped an arm around her, thinking that maybe he should get out of the office clothes.... Then fell asleep.

---------------

Jonah wasn't a festivities type of man. He had never been, not even back when he was a teenager and he definitely wasn't the type now, when he was so stressed about graduation.

Yet, he knew Leo was acting pouty for the past ten days and his bet was that it was related to the holiday season. It was very unlike Leo to not openly complain about what was upsetting him, unless it was something close to his heart, when he closed off like a clam.

So if Leo wanted Holidays, Jonah was going to give him Holidays. Hopefully with a better outcome than Halloween, Jon cringed at the thought.

"What is this?" Jon asked, as Wendy reached inside her car and pushed a big tupperware in his hand.

"Torrone," she said, fishing one of the little white squares, "it's an Italian candy, traditional around Christmas. Vin's mom sells them, but she made a huge first batch and sent him. Here's some for you and Leo."

"But Ma made them for Vince..."

"Vince has half my fridge filled with these," Wendy rolled her eyes, getting in the driver's seat of her car, "just remember to get a picture of Leo eating it so we can send it to ma."

"Alright Dee, bye," Jon sniffed one the little white bars, before turning around to get in his own car. That had been the start of his Christmas mini spree and the reason why he was going up to their apartment now carrying not just the tupperware, but a bunch of little boxes of fairy lights, a wreath and a bag of groceries to make a black forest cake.

Jon wasn't daft, he knew Leo was being terribly considerate with the fact he had all but put their whole relationship in the backburner so he could focus in the school work. He needed to woo the guy a little bit.

"Leo?" Jonah pushed the door open, before crouching down to grab all the items again, "Leo, I got a bunch of shit I think you'll like..." he thought nothing of it when there wasn't an answer, instead starting to put things away. He found a good jar for Ma's little torrones and checked on JD's food bowl, frowning as he realized Leo hadn't fed her yet.

"Leo, did you feed JD? Her bowl is empty..." he said, but still got no answer. Jonah didn't wait for one, shaking the little empty dish until he heard their cat trotting back to the kitchen, then filling it up. She snaked between his legs, purring as Jon scratched her behind the ear and watched her eat for a little bit.

Only then did he frown at Leo's full absence, walking back to their room. Jonah wasn't sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't his boyfriend buried under all their blankets, heavily asleep. He checked his watch. Eight o'clock.

"That's early," Jonah whispered, moving closer to get a good look at his face, "Leo?"

There was no answer, not a snore, nothing. Leo's blonde hair was peaking out and so was the top half of his face, but that was it.

Jon sighed, a little bummed he was already asleep, but deciding against waking him, tiptoeing back out of the room. JD was still in the kitchen, happily munching on her treat and Jonah crouched down next to her again, "why did Leo go to bed so early, do you know?" he asked, causing the cat to stop eating for a second, before she went back in.

He put away all the groceries, then went through the fridge. They meal prepped and Jonah frowned as he realized there were exactly as many frozen dishes as there had been when he left the house earlier that day.

Happy that he had found an excuse to wake Leo up, Jonah got two containers out and put them to defrost, while walking back to the room. Leo hadn't moved a muscle and he didn't stir even when Jon sat on his side of the bed, brushing his bangs.

"Leo..." he whispered, shaking him lightly, "baby wak-" Jonah interrupted himself, noticing Leo was still wearing his office clothes. That was very unusual... So was the low heat rolling off of him.

"Goddammit Leo," Jon sighed, touching his face and feeling the low grade fever. He shook him a little harder, "Leo, wake up. You gotta eat something..."

Still nothing. By now, normally, the blonde would be blinking awake.

Jonah frowned, pushing the blankets down and shaking him a little more, "Leo, wake up..." his voice raised at the end as alarm bells started to go through his mind, so he all but rattled the other man, finally causing Leo to open his eyes.

Jon was about to let out a relieved sigh, but he didn't have the chance, as Leo slurred something unintelligible and then passed right back asleep.

Jonah rattled him again, harshly, and this time he got no reaction, not even a whine.

"Leo!" he called, leaning in so he could feel his boyfriend's breathing, planting two fingers to his jugular in search of a pulse. His own heart was drumming in his ears, so it took Jonah a second before he could differentiate what was his, what was Leo's.

The blonde's heartbeat were slow...Too slow. His breathing was weirdly timed.

Jonah felt vaguely dizzy as he looked around the room, in search of his coat. He had left his cellphone inside the pocket... He almost got sick as he saw the three different medications sitting on Leo's bedside table.

His usual Zoloft and Ambien and... Benadryl?

Jon frowned at the label, before shaking the antidepressant case and ambien. Both were still full, Leo hadn't taken more than he should... Or at least, it didn't look like he had, not on purpose.

"Baby," Jonah patted his cheeks, with more force than he'd normally use, "baby, open your eyes for me. Wake up-" he bit the inside of his cheek, before deciding that fuck that and splashing a little bit of water on his boyfriend's face.

Leo blinked, confused and drowsy, "why am I wet..." he groaned, attempting to go back to sleep, but Jonah stopped him, patting his cheek again.

"Leo, hey, look at me- How many pills did you take?"

"Uhm?" he yawned, his eyes starting to roll back again.

"LEO!" Jonah shook him vehemently, forcing the blonde to wake up, "how. many. pills?"

Leo groaned, rubbing his eyes, "Jon...?"

"Yes, baby, it's me," Jonah shook him again, holding the pill bottles in front of his face, "how many pills?"

"One," Leo slumped back against the pillow, "just one."

"Each?"

The blonde nodded, yawning again, "I don't feel so good..."

"I know, baby," Jon grabbed his shoulders again, forcing him to sit up once more, "c'mon, we're going to the ER."

"What...?" Leo groaned, slumping forward so his forehead met Jon's shoulder, "no, I'm not sick, I'm just... I'm just off..."

"Yeah, because you took two sedatives and your antidepressants," Jonah scoffed, looking one of Leo's arms around his neck, "c'mon, baby, get up."

"Jon, no, stop-" Leo weakly tried to shove off his chest, but his legs were almost jelly under him and the only thing keeping him up was Jonah holding him tightly, "I wanna sleep..."

"Nope," Jon dragged him out of the room, "no sleep for you until a psychiatrist checks you out."

"No!" Leo shoved at his arm and then stumbled back, falling sit on the edge of the bed. Jonah glared at him, feeling his own temper flare up, fueled by the sheer stress.

The stress of the situation, the panic of finding Leo like that, but also the overall stress that had been Halloween, followed by Leo's appendicitis, followed his quickly approaching deadlines...

"You're getting in the car even if I have to fucking carry you, Leo," Jonah glared at him, "get up."

If he expected to get a rise out of the blonde, he didn't. Instead Leo planted a hand on his chest and fell back on the bed, facing the ceiling as he groaned, "Jon, I feel really weird..."

"Yes, get up-"

"No, there's... There's someone standing in our hallway," Leo said and Jonah glanced at the open door and saw nothing, not even JD.

"There isn't, baby, its in your head..." he grabbed his boyfriend's arm, pulling him up again, "c'mon-"

"No, they're gonna get me."

"Ah fuck's sake," Jonah sighed, although while this was scary, he much rather have Leo fighting him and responsive than dead to the world, "no one is going to get you, Leo..."

All he got as an answer was a whimper.

"Fuck," Jon whispered, leaving the room in two steps to grab the coat he had hung behind the door and his phone, already dialing 911.

They asked him how many pills Leo had taken and upon Jonah's answer, a lady said "It doesn't sound like a suicide attempt, we're going to transfer you to poison control. Please stay on the line and stay calm."

A suicide attempt. Jonah's mouth dried as he sat right next to Leo on the bed, wrapping a hand around his wrist and feeling his pulse, barely listening as the poison control responder said that at this dosage going to the ER wasn't necessary. To keep checking on him and get loads of liquids on Leo, take him to emergency if he started throwing up or struggling to breathe.

Jon's ears were still ringing as he crouched down next to Leo again, now holding a glass of cold water, with a straw sticking out.

"C'mon, baby, just one sip, it's gonna help..."

Leo groaned again, but after a little more prodding, he did open his mouth and took the drink. Apparently he had been thirsty, because he drained the entire cup without much of Jonah's prodding.

He pulled back, looking slightly more awake, "Jon..." Leo clumsily grabbed his face, "something's wrong."

"I know, Leo," Jonah pulled back from the clumsy face squeeze, planting a kiss on the blonde's brow, "you'll feel better in the morning... Well, probably hungover as fuck, but you'll feel better in the morning..." his voice caught at the end and Leo pulled back, frowning.

"Are you sad...?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine," Jonah cleared his throat, "why did you take the benadryl?"

"What?" Leo blinked, struggling to keep his eyes open, "get into bed..."

"The third medication, Leo," Jonah raised the little box in front of his eyes, "why did you take it?"

"My head hurt..." Leo yawned, "had a fever... Couldn't find the right-" he yawned again, tugging on Jon's shirt to pull him closer, "the right one."

Jonah let out a little sigh of relief, allowing himself to get pulled into a clumsy, weird hug, the best that Leo's half sedated brain could do.

"I love you," he whispered, voice muffled by Leo's shirt and the blonde let out a hum, sounding like he was falling right back asleep. Still, Jonah did hear a faint, "love you too" said in return.

#leo wagner #mywriting #sedation #too much medication #light angst #sickfic

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part XVI

"Have you heard?" A girl who's working on pro hero Jet-Black's suit says to her friends, not even bothering to keep it quiet: "Someone made a thread about the missing people on Twitter and they said they have found one of them but they're... dead."

Izuku pales, he sits back on his seat, wondering if that's true and how their partner must be feeling at the moment. If what she's saying is true, it'd make so much sense for Shoto and Katsuki to be acting like that.

So the villain is not only interested in kidnapping, they want to kill their victims.

But why? Is this some type of revenge against the hero community, against the system? Or they just want to cause chaos to get the pro heroes distracted?

"Midoriya!"

Izuku snaps out of it when one of his coworkers touches his shoulder gently, he gasps like he needs air and realizes that everyone is looking at him with concern.

"I'm sorry," the girl apologizes, although he doesn't understand why. "I... forgot. Sometimes I forget you're dating them."

"It's fine." He assures her, making a dismissive gesture with his hand and trying to pretend he's focusing on his work instead. "I'm fine. I hope they find the others safe and sound soon."

Then there comes the silence; the uncomfortable silence Izuku has learned to dislike... it makes him feel bad and a little bit nervous.

Part of him wants his two boyfriends to stop treating him like he's made of glass and another part of him is scared and concerned.

What's going on? Why would anyone do something like that?

He knows he shouldn't trust a thread on Twitter, but when his boyfriends come to look for him, he has the feeling that everything is true.

It's written all over their faces.

"I want to spend time with you two," he says suddenly, prompting them to look back with confusion; he doesn't blame them. "Outside our apartment. Let's go out for a while."

"Izuku..."

"Please, Kacchan. Only for a couple of minutes."

They have another silent conversation before they both nod; Izuku doesn't know how to feel about that yet, he understands they must keep a couple of things from him, especially about an investigation as important as that one, but at the same time he feels left out from certain parts of their relationship. It's like they don't completely trust him anymore.

They take him to the top of their favorite building; the sky is beautiful and for a moment it's all that matters. It's like nothing is wrong.

But it lasts only a couple of seconds.

Izuku sits in the middle of them and takes a deep breath before looking from one to another and giving them a kiss.

"Is it true you found one of the missing people? Are they dead?"

Shoto stares at him in shock and worry while Katsuki curses under his breath, although Izuku can perfectly hear him.

"Where did you–"

"A coworker read a thread on Twitter."

"Those fuckers! Who's leaking information?"

"So it's true..." Izuku sighs; he would've liked to hear it from them first. "So is the villain killing them?"

"We shouldn't–"

Izuku cuts Shoto off with a hand gesture. Honestly, he's getting tired of being kept in the complete dark. It's hurting him.

"How do you expect me to take precautions if you don't tell me anything?" He takes a deep breath, trying not to tear up. Maybe he's overreacting, but he doesn't feel that good that night. "I would never post any confidential information if that's what you think. I know how to keep a secret."

Finally realizing how upset he is, Katsuki leans to stroke Izuku's cheek, but he moves away.

"Listen... I understand that you cannot tell me everything. You're probably working on another cases that I know nothing about and that's fine, but I feel like this time I deserve to know a bit since I could be their next target–"

"Shut up," Katsuki almost growls, looking suddenly distressed; Izuku wonders if he was the one who found the body.

"We just want to protect you."

"From the truth?" Izuku pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling suddenly exhausted. Maybe this was all a mistake, perhaps he's not suited to be in a relationship with any pro hero, let alone two. "Listen, I know you both have a day off tomorrow, so we can talk about this then."

"We won't be taking days off anytime soon," Katsuki grumbles then, looking away from Izuku. "We need to find this fucker as soon as possible."

"And you didn't think about mentioning this to me?" He should stop talking otherwise he's going to have a breakdown in front of them.

"We discussed it–"

"But not with me!" Izuku gets up and notices how both of them almost jump because they're afraid he might fall. He rolls his eyes. "I feel like you haven't had a proper conversation with me in weeks! Relationships are not just about physical intimacy! We need to talk! Talk to me!"

They look at each other then, having yet another silent conversation he's not allowed to be part of. Izuku's lip trembles, but he stops himself from sobbing. He's never felt so left out before. Is he being unreasonable? He can see how tired and concerned they are.

"Izuku, this case has been particularly difficult for both of us. But as soon as this is over–"

Does it mean that every time they have a case like that and they fear for his life they'll stop talking to him? Izuku is not sure he wants something like that in their relationship.

"It's okay. We'll talk when you two have time."

Katsuki has to go to work so he tries to kiss Izuku goodbye, but the green haired man is too overwhelmed by his own feelings to do that he moves out of the way again.

When Shoto and he are back home, the pro hero offers to make dinner for him, but Izuku is not actually hungry.

"It's fine... I'll take the other room tonight," Izuku mumbles, before closing the door after getting inside. Shoto must know how upset he is because he doesn't even protest.

Is he being fair? Is it okay to worry about something so trivial as lack of communication when someone just died?

Izuku buries himself under his favorite blankets and lets a couple of tears escape from his eyes before falling asleep.

***

When he opens his eyes, he realizes he didn't actually rest at all and somehow hearing Katsuki and Shoto whispering outside doesn't do him any favors.

"I made breakfast," Shoto mumbles almost shyly as he follows Izuku as soon as he steps outside the other bedroom.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry. I'll just take a shower," Izuku says, he doesn't even have the energy to pretend to be happy.

Over Shoto's shoulder, he notices Katsuki standing, looking like at him with the closest to a kicked puppy expression he can make. Izuku also notices the scratches all over his shoulders and has the temptation to ask how his shift went.

He must be exhausted.

"Come on, sit on the couch," he sighs.

Katsuki nods, perhaps sensing that arguing with Izuku won't do any good at the moment. He sits quietly and lets Izuku patch him up.

Without a word he finishes quickly, takes a shower and changes his clothes. He finds the pro heroes waiting outside of the room again.

"I'm sorry, Izuku." Both his boyfriends says at the same time.

"We need to have a serious conversation. The three of us. Because I feel like I deserve to know a little bit about what's going on."

Katsuki presses his lips together and Izuku knows, just by his expression that he still refuses to say a word about the case. When he turns around, he notices that Shoto is shaking his head.

Maybe Izuku is in the wrong. Perhaps he not only wasn't born to be a hero, he also wasn't born to date one... or two.

He shouldn't be thinking about that; he spent a couple of years with his therapist trying to understand and change those negative feelings.

They're coming back.

"You should rest, Kacchan."

"I'll take Izuku to work."

"No, it's fine," the green haired man says, almost rolling his eyes when he notices Katsuki taking a few steps closer, ready to argue with him. "I called Kirishima. He's going to take me to work today."

Like he's been summoned, someone knocks at the door and when he sees Kirishima with a sincere smile on his face, Izuku feels a lot better.

He's a very good friend, he really hopes Shoto and Katsuki appreciate him.

"Izuku, there's no need–"

"I'll be fine. You two should rest."

It's too much for them; clearly taking care of him and worrying about the case is slowly draining them.

Part of him thinks it'd be better to break up with them; they can be friends and that way they can only worry about the case and the people who are still in danger.

***

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[fallingthruspace]

I’ve seen a few posts about the idea of Eddie and Chrissy showing up in season 3 and decided I wanted to expand/put my own spin on it.

Obviously Eddie gets a job at the music store inside Starcourt

He works most of his shifts by himself until the owner tells him that he’s hired another employee

A couple days later Eddie is in the process of carrying something out from the backroom when the owner calls him to come meet his new coworker

Much to Eddie’s surprised it is none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham the girl he’s been nursing a huge crush on since middle school

Chrissy spends the day learning the ins and outs of the store while she and Eddie get to know each other, and at some point they have what is basically the forest conversation from 4.01

When their shift is over Eddie insists on treating her to ice cream at Scoops Ahoy to celebrate a successful first day. Chrissy tries to politely decline but Eddie insists so she agrees but only on the condition that she can treat him when she gets her first paycheck.

I have a headcanon that Eddie is already friends with Robin in this AU because I fully believe they would be hilariously chaotic besties if given the chance. He wasn’t too fond of Steve at first, but after a few weeks of hanging out at Scoops to bug them Steve and Eddie have something that could almost be called a friendship. They mostly just rag on/snark at each other, but there’s no malice behind it. (Eddie LOOOVES making fun of Steve’s uniform)

Both Robin and Steve are naturally surprised to see Eddie Munson strolling in with Chrissy Cunningham of all people, and Robin spends a good few minutes shooting looks at Eddie because she is 100% aware of his massive crush

Scoops Ahoy becomes a regular hangout for Eddie and Chrissy and that’s where they get to know “Steve’s Kids”, as Eddie refers to them because they’re also always there

Chrissy is still dating Jason who periodically comes to visit her at work and is of course a dick about her working with “the freak”, no matter how much Chrissy tries to convince him that Eddie is completely harmless

Eventually things come to a head and Chrissy breaks up with him, partially because of other things but also because he won’t stop being an asshole towards someone who she now considers a very good friend. Maybe even her best friend. Chrissy feels a little guilty that she’s not as upset about their relationship ending as she should be

Afterword her and Eddie share an ice cream sundae to “celebrate” her dumping Jason. Robin and Steve are proud of her too because they also thought Jason was a huge dick (no one likes Jason)

I feel like Chrissy and Eddie are pretty much oblivious to everything that’s going on for about 80-90% of s3. Like everyone else is dealing with the Upside Down and Russian spies and shit, meanwhile those two are about 2/3 of their way into a slow burn 200k friends to lovers fic on ao3 😂

They probably get dragged into it right after the Scoops Troop escapes from the Russians

Maybe they have the day off or something and they go to see Back to the Future when Steve and Robin plop down next to them, both obviously high off their asses and Steve looking like he just got beat within and inch of his life

They drag the two to the nearest bathroom to get Steve cleaned up and this segways into Steve and Robin’s bathroom convo

After that a lot of shit happens really fast and before Eddie and Chrissy know what’s going on they get roped into the fight against the Upside Down and now there’s a Giant Eldrich Monstrosity in the middle of the food court and they’re helping Lucas Sinclair throw fireworks at it

In the end, Eddie and Chrissy get absorbed into the Party because fighting inter-dimensional monsters has a real way of bonding people together

Steve’s Kids also become Eddie and Chrissy’s Kids, especially Dustin(of course)

Sometime during that summer, Eddie and Chrissy eventually stop beating around the bush and finally get together (much to the relief of Dustin and Robin who have been trying to get them there since before the “mall fire”)

The two naturally cause a stir at Hawkins High when The Freak and The Cheerleader show up for their senior year arm in arm and acting like a couple of lovebirds

When season 4 rolls around Chrissy does NOT get Vecna’d because she actually has a support system now, but others are not so lucky

Jason, of course, still blames Eddie for the murders because he’s a grade A dick and now has the motivation of The Freak “stealing his girl” and the gang has to clear his name while trying to destroy Vecna

Lmao my brain really ran away with this and now I want to write a whole fic for it help

#stranger things #eddissy #hellcheer #stranger things headcanons #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy

[levmada]

Heyy CONGRATS ON 1K💞😘

Can I request Levi in a domestic setting with "I just wanted to make sure you're ok" pls and ty!

absolutely yes<33 i think this one has been my fav so far??? 2nd fav?? i hope u like it!!

content/warnings: Levi being worried, light descriptions of anxiety, domestic fluff

wc: .7k

In the center of your neat living room, Levi stands with his hands on his hips, scrutinizing his surroundings. The bookshelves? Dusted, then polished—and after that, he even sorted the books by genre like you like. He cleaned out the pantry and sorted by food group (you and your instant noodles...). The bathroom? Scrubbed within an inch of its life, even the crevices between the tub and floor. One could lick the floor and probably increase their lifespan.

Which is what bothers him right now. There is absolutely nothing left for him to do. Maybe he could use some lotion for his burning hands, rubbed a little raw from bleach, but this is what bothers him.

Sometimes, work begs for your attention, and as such, you have to give it—especially with it being so close to the end of a quarter, which by your stress eating (he needs to buy you more instant noodles), he knew was the case even if you hadn’t told him.

But you were late. Extremely late. Worryingly late.

It’s the middle of summer; the sun doesn’t set until the time Levi usually prefers to go to bed. Yet you’re still not home, and streetlamps glow brightly outside your home. Above, stars twinkle in the dark sky.

He yanks down his head scarf, pulls out his phone, and once again considers texting you. He hadn’t since you were supposed to clock out, and he tries not to bother you in general (unless there's an emergency). Work is work: he never wants to distract you with less important things.

Even as newlyweds, when you clung to each other the most, he avoided imposing on parts of your life where he didn’t explicitly belong. You like to chide him and say he has a complex. He says you worry too much.

But now it’s his turn to worry.

He frowns down at the screen. It’s nearing midnight, or so reads the numbers on the top left corner. Even if you were working overtime, you should’ve been home two hours ago at the latest. The same is true if you decided to stop and grab some dinner for you both.

What if you got in an accident? Don’t police, or hospitals, call if that happens?—Or, what if your phone just broke? Surely one of your coworkers would have let you borrow theirs, or even a work phone so he wouldn’t be agonizing over this in the first place.

What if you literally can’t contact him?

He blinks. What if—

Levi switches apps at the speed of lightning and taps your contact. The name ‘love of my life’ stares back at him, which you changed in his phone on your wedding night two years ago.

He doesn’t wait, and slaps the phone to his ear.

It rings.

Levi isn’t particularly breathing, and without thinking he starts to pace in circles. He has his tendencies. Around various rooms is one thing, back and forth across a single room another—but in circles?

He’s upset, to say the least.

Then a click sounds, followed by your drowsy tone babbling urgently into his ear. “Levi! Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry, w-what time is it?"

His brow furrows. All worry drains away to hear you’re okay, and is replaced by hurt, and a little anger. What where have you been?

“Midnight,” he replies blandly. “...I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, but clearly that isn’t necessary.”

The hardwood floor under his houseshoes is clean enough to make squeaking noises. The sounds feel like insults to him now.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize again, voice full of remorse.

You’re busying around with your things in the background, he can hear. Your car keys have a bell attached that belonged to your old cat.

“I stayed late to get everything turned in on time, and I must’ve dozed off. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

His lips part, close. He swallows. “Come home. Now.”

“I’m packing my things right now,” you soothe, sounding just as frantic as Levi secretly feels. “I’m really sorry. You know I love you, right? I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Promise. Interesting.

“Yeah. Okay,” he replies, content. For now. “Hurry up.”

“On my way, baby.”

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[ladylobotomyy]

Jealousy, Jealousy - Part 4

Hi, IM BACK!!! I hope yall missed me. Sorry, I was gone for so long, I had a medical emergency, will be getting surgery soon so wish me good luck on that! I hope yall are still interested in this story. A lot of people seemed to like the To Hell and Back series, so thank you for the support, it really makes me smile. This is kind of a filler chapter so I hope that’s okay. This was an original idea thought up by @shelikesloki. So thank you so much for the recommendation. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific idea then feel free to ask, my dms and asks are open, but for now here’s part 4! Part 5 will be up tomorrow. PLEASE give me some suggestions of what you want to see! This series spans across the beginning of season 8.

Concept from @shelikesloki: After overhearing Morgan and Reid speaking about Maeve, Y/n has trouble with the idea that she’s missed her chance with Spencer. But after the team helps save Maeve, will Reid and Maeve even work out?

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The stalker was a woman JJ had decided when she’d noticed black eyeliner had been used to draw the crosses through Maeve’s face. That’d been why she’d masked her voice on the phone, why Maeve had been so willing to open her home to her. The only question left had been how the stalker had known about Maeve and spencer's… relationship. When Spencer had noticed that Maeve’s ex fiancé, Bobby Putnam’s (a former suspect in her disappearance), current girlfriend had identified Spencer upon first meeting without being introduced to him. 

Standing in Bobby’s apartment wasn’t as upsetting, glass from what looked to be a bottle littered the dining room floor, a small pool of blood left in the middle of it. Compared to the state of Maeve’s apartment, it seemed that the unsub had had a normal conversation which abruptly turned violent again, a running trait it seemed. 

Diane Huntington had appeared to be a fake name, her entire identity had been preplanned, she’d listed a fake address and used a burner phone to contact Bobby. With no trails to lead off of now, we’d had to work off of Spencer’s mind, details he’d subconsciously remembered throughout their interactions that could point us in the direction of the unsub, 

☾

We’d just started talking about the possibilities of the stalker being a former lover of Maeve’s when my phone had buzzed for the fifteenth time that day. Gritting my teeth and setting my jaw, I removed myself from my chair, offering a quick apology, before making my way out into the hallway before flipping my phone open. 

“What, Tony?!” I’d whisper screamed as I made my way for the stairwell. 

“Been bugging you that much, has he?” The familiar voice on the other end of the phone chuckled. 

“Gibbs,” I breathed, “Sorry, I’ve been busy.” 

“Too busy to pick up a call for the past three months?” My former boss mumbled. The door to the stairwell groaned as I closed it behind me and inhaled deeply. 

“Things have been… hectic lately.”

“Well, I’ll say,” his tone came out rough, annoyed. 

“Is this about the case Tony mentioned, cause I really can't get in the middle of that right now, I’m swamped and-”

“No, no, we got that fixed up,” he reassured, “That’s actually what I was calling about, Tony mentioned your case.” I suppressed a bitter comment as I listened, of course Tony had mentioned it, I’d expect nothing less. “Is there anything we can do?” He asked.

“I don't even know if there’s anything WE can do. We’ve got no leads right now, I’m worried she won't make it, Gibbs,” I started. Gibbs had always been a father figure to me and my old coworkers. That’d been part of the reason I’d been hesitant to speak to him, once you started talking, it was hard to stop. He had that effect on people, it’s what made him so good at his job. “I’ve never seen him like this over a girl… over anyone really.” Bitterness seeped through my body once again. 

“Really, y/n, we can be there in the morning, say the word and we’ll consult,” Gibbs tried. 

“You don't understand, “ I tried to explain. “The section chief doesn't even want us on the case. It was hard enough to convince Strauss to keep us on, considering we’re too close to the victim. It’s a conflict of interest. Getting the okay to have you consult would be impossible, you're not a current profiler, you're not in the unit.” I finished. 

We sat there for a moment before he broke the silence, “I understand.” I paced the stairwell platform nervously as I waited for his next words, the team already noticed my absence, making it any longer would be a problem. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked. I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, Gibbs didn't indulge in conversations about feelings often, or hardly ever. But if Penelope had noticed how I felt for Spencer, surely Gibbs had too. My voice broke as I tried to keep my composure, “I don't know what to do, this will ruin him. I don’t know how to watch that, to watch him break, Gibbs.” My throat felt like it was closing. “How do I sit by when we know the probabilities of how this will end? And even if it doesn't end badly,” my mind raced as I struggled to put my thoughts into words. “How do I sit across from him day after day knowing how I feel?” I knew I was being selfish, this wasn’t about me, I needed to stay present to stay focused. Thinking of the future was a bad idea currently. Heat flooded my cheeks as I struggled to regain my composure. 

“Kid,” Gibbs’ voice came out softer, “You can’t think like that, you have a job to do. You can't worry about those things while remaining helpful to your team.” 

“I know…” I struggled to find the right words, “I just can't think of anything else.”

“Listen, if it really becomes too much, you can take some time off, or- or you can come work for us again. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually,” His voice trailed off towards the end, my head cocked as I registered his words. 

“Gibbs, I-” He cut me off before I could finish. 

“I don't need an answer now, we just-” He was struggling as much as I was, that must’ve been the reason he’d asked Tony to call, so he wouldn’t have to be the one to ask. “We want you back, kid.”

I was silent as I thought it over. Could I really leave him like that, after going through one of the worst things imaginable? As his best friend, could I really leave in his time of need, just to avoid watching him suffer? I didn’t think I could, in general, saying no to Spencer was hard, let alone when he was in pain. But if she survived, could I really face that either? The past few weeks had been hard enough, and I’d known nothing about her. Now I knew what she looked like, I knew her history, I knew her achievements, I knew what they’d talked about. He deserved his best friend, but would I be able to be the friend he needed? To be able to focus on my work everyday with a picture of her sat atop his desk? To lay it all aside? To potentially meet her one day? To attend their wedding? My stomach turned once more.  

“It’s just an option,” He muttered in response to my silence. 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it, Gibbs. Thank you,” I said, checking my watch for the time. “I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.” I said as I opened the staircase door. 

“Stay safe, okay?” 

“Always.” She promised, “Tell Abby I said hi,” I smiled as I imagined the perky forensic scientist’s reaction. 

“Will do,” he chuckled. 

okay, that’s part 4, and like always, i hope it didn’t disappoint. and if it did then, again, that’s chill too. sorry it took so long. and again if you have any suggestions or recommendations just ask, and if you want to be tagged in part 5, let me know! part 5 will be up tomorrow. have a beautiful day loves :)

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[emwritesfootball]

Forgotten | Serge Gnabry

hi bby, I saw that you’d like to write more angst so here’s an idea for you! could you write about the reader in a relationship with gnabry 😍 but recently you’ve been down because you feel like he’s been abandoning you (forgetting about you, getting too comfortable) and one day he forgets your birthday and you’re super upset. I’ll let you choose if it should end with fluff or angst. Hope this okay ❤️

Warnings: small angst, lil sexy ;)

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You and Serge had been together a little over two years and you were starting to worry that he was getting a little too comfortable in your relationship. Of course you trusted him and he trusted you, but there was a sense of complacency that hadn’t been there in the beginning. Gone were the ‘good morning beautiful’ texts and the surprise flowers ‘just because’; you'd also let your random FaceTimes and your ‘good luck babe x’ texts go, too, but it hurt more when you realized your own part in this.

You woke up the morning of your birthday without any sort of fanfare. It hurt when you thought about your birthday last year and how Serge had surprised you with breakfast in bed, flowers, and the most gorgeous necklace you’d ever seen - and that had just been the beginning. Serge had spent your birthday making you feel incredibly loved and wanted and it hurt to feel so alone this time. 

The flood of happy birthday text messages from friends and family only seemed to make your mood worse. You responded to everyone, your heart empty with each new message that popped without Serge’s name on it. 

When some friends suggested drinks, you eagerly agreed, hoping to drown your sorrows in booze or with loud club music that would hopefully drown out your thoughts. They sent you the time and the place, emojis and ‘can’t wait to see you’ messages everywhere. 

The restaurant was surprisingly quiet when you showed up; not a soul in sight. Confused, you tried to call one of your friends but when they didn’t pick up, you went down the list but every single one went straight to voicemail. You tried the door and it opened easily, the atmosphere inside breathtaking. 

Serge stood in the middle of the room dressed in a tailored suit you’d never seen before. Light music played over the speakers and when you looked around, you realized it was just the two of you plus a few of the restaurant staff. 

“Happy birthday,” he said, walking up to you and taking you in his arms.

“You remembered?” You asked, incredulous. 

“Of course I did. I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy with the team and international duty and I didn’t even realize I’d been neglecting you and our relationship until one of the guys asked me how you were and I didn’t have an answer.” Serge pressed a kiss to your cheeks and then to your lips. “Please forgive me.”

“It’s not just your fault. I’ve been busy with all my work projects and haven’t had any time for anyone other than my coworkers.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “Of course I forgive you - can you forgive me?”

“Absolutely.”

A hostess appeared, leading the two of you to your table and pouring wine. Bread was set out in front of you along with the menu for the four-course meal Serge had arranged. 

It felt like your very first date, except this time it really was just the two of you and not just the two of you in your own little bubble surrounded by other people on their own nights out. You and Serge spent the evening reconnecting, catching each other up on what was happening in your lives. 

“I don’t want this night to end,” you confessed as you and Serge walked out of the restaurant. 

“Me either.” He stopped, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs over the back of your hands. Serge leaned in for a soft kiss that left you both wanting more. “I love you and I miss you, and we can end your birthday however you want.”

A wicked smile crossed your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a sexier, needier kiss. “Then, as the birthday girl, I say we end this night back at my place…”

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[brooklynmarsbennett]

“Rhys, I didn’t accuse you of anything,” Brooklyn spat, scraping off food from her plate into the garbage disposal. This had been an ongoing rift between the blonde and her boyfriend for over a month. The truth was Brook didn’t accuse him of anything. Not to his face, at least. But she had a creeping suspicion that work wasn't actually keeping him late every night. If she brought this up, however, suddenly she was the bad guy for not trusting him.

The taller brunette came over, dropping his plate in the sink. “Well, it seems like you really want to. So say it.” He leaned on the counter, waiting for her response. “Go on, Brook, tell me what you really think.” She sighed, exasperated by his pushing. She was perfectly content keeping it to herself. She dropped the dishes she was in the middle of washing, and looked over to him, resting her hands on the sink.

“You want to know what I really think? I think your ‘work wife’ is a little more than that. I think you go and visit her at the bar every day after work, while I’m at home making us dinner. I think you’ve slept with her a handful of times here while I was at work. And actually, I think she’s your most recent contact on your phone too.”

He shook his head and walked away from her. “You are so dramatic, you exaggerate everything,” he argued from the other room. He always did this to her when they fought anymore. Suddenly she’s too dramatic, or too serious, or too paranoid. Everything she was upset about didn’t matter. “Stop redirecting this! It doesn’t matter if I’m dramatic or not, my feelings and concerns are valid,” she defended, following him into the living room.

“It does matter, because when you exaggerate, going out with a coworker becomes sleeping with a coworker. That’s a big fucking accusation, Brooklyn!”

“I’ve never said it wasn’t! What, do you think I just throw this around? Do you think I want to think you’re fucking someone else in the back of your car after work almost every day? If there wasn’t so much evidence, I probably wouldn't even bring it up.”

“Evidence? What are you a fucking detective?”

“I don’t need to be, because you’re that obvious about it!”

Brook crossed her arms over her chest, houghing in anger. She stomped over to him and tried to square up with him, but she just simply was not big enough to compare. “Her panties. I found her panties in your trunk when I was getting groceries.”

“And they weren’t just your panties? I did have to take clothes to the laundromat recently. They could’ve fallen out of the basket,” he argued.

“She’s not even my size, Rhys! If you’re going to try that one, at least fuck someone my size!” A frown was plastered on her face, disappointed at his attempt to try and gaslight her again.

“Great, you won, Brook. I fucked my coworker and you - you were right. Congratulations,” he mocked, “Now what are we going to do? Split up? If that’s what you want, but both of our names are on the fucking lease. We’ll still be stuck together for another six months at least.”

“I don’t want to split up, Rhys, I’m only asking that you stop and commit to me for once,” she practically begged, “We can fix this, we can fix us…Aren’t I enough for you?” Rhys’s expression softened and he took a step closer to her, holding her cheek. “You’re more than enough, Brook. I’m sorry I made you feel this way.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I was weak, but I’ll do better. For us.” He trailed more kisses down the bridge of her nose to the tip, and then her lips. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply. “I love you,” she breathed after pulling away. Rhys wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing her again and carrying her to the bedroom.

#brooklyn . #rhys . #&oneshot

[kari-berry]

He stopped by my work and seen me on my knees bent over under the flower benches grabbing flowers that fell to the back onto the ground.

I heard “Kari?”

And I said “yes one second I’m just grabbing some flowers that fell off the back”

I then felt a hand touch my lower back and I freaked out thinking **omg is a stranger seriously touching me right now and that close to my lower back like practically half on my lower back and half on my ass”

I was ready to get upset but the touch made me jump and bump my head under the bench and when I looked up, it was him. I immediately smiled while holding my head.

He said “aww are you okay?* and Lola comes up to me and licks my face and he comes closer to me and squats down beside me and rubs my head and kisses me on the forehead*

I legit just melted on the ground and my dirty mind just thought **his hand would look so good wrapped around my hair** and so I got up and said “yeah I’m good, my head hurts a little but I will be fine”

He then proceeds to rub the back of my head and I had to grab his hand and pull it away because I was having dirty thoughts and didn’t want to feel that way at that moment especially in the middle of my shift.

So my coworker Stephanie walks over to meet Lola and she stole everyone’s hearts because she’s such a good dog!

Steph then asks me “you got here at 7 right so you should go on your lunch now”

Then he says “oh if it’s your lunch, can I take you to get something to eat?”

Stephanie says “she’ll go with you she just has to clock out and take off her apron”

And he said “okay Lola and I will be waiting outside for you”

And I didn’t say anything because steph already made my lunch plans for me. But I’m glad because I had such a good time with him.

I’m getting used to his kisses, and I love his tattoos!

Ugh, I have huge feelings for him! I can’t wait till he comes over and meets my dog and hangs out at my place finally.

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Today's theme is "you can't get upset about it"

And therefore coopers *everywhere* value added with yellow clad people. The top down soundtrack on wheels blared in all seasons? With a cooper. At the upper part of the park? A guy milling around with ponytail similar to "was at waco!" guy from a local dollar store.

(After someone sought me out with their car, then flipped me off while getting on the interstate; this is foregone foregone conclusion)

Consider this. Some time ago, I had mentioned that there was "really good pitch shift wheel usage" in a chip tune track some japanese person had used synth to replicate guitar tapping solos and such. At a library terminal I was sitting at. Then I walked to a neighboring park. You *would never guess* what was sitting on a bear proof garbage disposal next to a creek *and* in the original box; a casio synthesizer keyboard that I used to have when I was in elementary school. Same exact model. So and, commentary like youtube comments produced that. And no, there's no pitch shift on those but that wasn't the point of that instrument back then. And it was keyboard *2*

So I have to consider the possibilities between say, local drug kingpin hoped to interfere with developmental experiences of a kid living out on sixty six. Versus my friend's dad doesn't think I'm worth anything and also, paradoxically, that *my* dad is a state actor at place and time back then. So I had no need to remember the make and model of that casio, because someone was waiting to confront me with it over a social media comment. And that instrument is *from the 1980s*.

And the comment stands, because *they added those wheels later* after people were modulating affecting a glissando (midi doesn't handle it well for technical reasons) because tracking notes that can't have the same time signature nonetheless *representing a chord*, was essentially a demand. Soaring arpeggios aren't good enough and that was the limit of the technology by design back then. And that's neither here nor there. One of the two men is the answer to a keyboard appears on a garbage can within ten or fifteen minutes of a comment.

"What will you do when you can't express anger or people in uniforms will show up and shoot you?"

Well, today it draws back to grandpa who was Irish and said "laughter is a sign of weakness" and a cue to slap his kids around (which he did) including my mom. And I'm a xerox of him. So what did I do? Laugh all the time; he's not going to punch *himself* as a child, in the face.

So I file it under the jeep that I "paid too much for", and that "push the clutch in when you brake" as the goateed and latino built guy selling it to me had said when I got it. It got broken into. It got screwed with. The thing was a franken-jeep from a Dutch family of jeep fanatics. And I was in it for the experience; because I couldn't trust anymore than that. Can't take it to "Oh I'll stop" because someone would think it would be funny when it didn't work afterward. To my cousin who swore I paid too much, while telling me things "won't work out the way you think they will" while hitching a ride in it *past my boss's house incidentally*; it had like 1500 bucks in tires on it.

I couldn't take it to les schwab because another guy almost died when they didn't lug his tire. He's going around a corner, and the tire is gone, and he finds himself looking at the sky in the middle of a busy intersection. Maybe he was getting "too cushy" with so-called golden boy status with the owner. Who knows. But I can't trust them after that happened.

I couldn't take it to mclures anymore; mclures in name only for some time. I'm working with people who have access to all the tools and training of a local locksmith which ended up breaking the lock on the driver's side door. Coworkers. Gang members when I was visiting a friend a few hundred miles away. It's not the situation where you have access to these services a lot of people think nothing of soliciting. And there's sudden insecurity on demand like an assistant manager found out leaving les schwab; so it's not like stable employment where I'm going to a dealership.

Sometimes, I see other people having related experiences; a woman burdened with a name "holy", meaning divine to white people. Latinos figure it's hole-y; como hueco, like a hole. Meaning worthless in the parlance of locales. She signed up to be treated like a hole where cartels hold away and latinos are more common than they're not. And because jokes are funny or else. But and, all of them are doing better than I am social life milestone wise. She has the "John Drinkwater, water quality specialist" problem. Where would he be instead? Probably drowned because "that's funny" too.

Before any of the coopers, there were the "outlier" service vehicles so I'm worth less than pruning a fingernail by latino estimation. My capacity to be examined and amusing is all that's kept me from being killed all these years. Some attempts have been made anyway but that's a completely different story, though it involves some of the same people. Which, if you're following me around with your car based on a misperception or even because someone told you to; I would think about *examining your quality of life*

And I'm a xerox of a really bad guy so I expect the bad karma.

[orionnotpax]

Monty

Another day, another Montgomery level mess to clean. No idea what set the gator off this time, what pissed him off so much that hes lodging golfballs in the walls with a single swing, or breaking the golf clubs in half and throwing them into the water. Because of this, the course was closed early and you were called in to fully assess the damage and clean up what you could.

Today was supposed to be your day off. But as Montys ‘Handler’, (a term you hated and were currently trying to have changed to ‘P.A’) you were technically on call in case of situations like this. Management claims they tried to handle it themselves, but Montgomery wouldn’t let anyone, or anything, in. So, they called you to come in and deal with it.

You called bullshit, but hey, hours are hours you supposed, and it wasn’t like you didn’t basically get paid to just hang out in the Pizzaplex most days anyway.

By the time you got there, Montgomery had cooled down just enough to stop throwing things, but was still stalking around the course somewhere.

Youd gone through the security tunnels and were coming in through a STAFF door when you heard the loud clanging footsteps of your animatronic coworker stomping around come to a halt before a warning growl resonated through the course.

Reflexively you shrink in on yourself before squaring your shoulders and side stepping around the door, leaning against it to push it shut before calling out to the unseen bassist. (Surprising, considering he was a 6’5” hunk of moving metal)

“And here i thought management was bullshittin me, you aren’t even gonna let me in either?”

The growl dies off and instead you hear a loud chuff. You guessed he might have gone up to the catwalks again, but even as you looked up you couldn’t really see anything in the dim lighting.

You scan the course again before walking further in. You let out a steady exhale in an attempt to calm your racing heart as you acted as casual as possible.

In truth, you were worried. Not for yourself, no, you and Monty had built a trust over your time as his assistant and you no longer feared he might lash out and harm you, you were worried for him. Management never truly cared about the damages done to Monty himself, they were more focused on the costly repairs of the golf course and opening it again as quickly as possible. The most you got about Montys wellbeing was that he was damaged, but there had been no elaboration before they demanded you come in and promptly hung up.

So to say you were a little antsy was an understatement.

You stop in the middle of the course, both surveying the damage and looking for the upset gator. You huff and lift your hands up to yell for the gator before the ground shakes and an ear ringing CLANG sounds from behind you.

The force of the shockwave caused you to yell out in surprise as you lost your footing and fell forward. Inches before eating turf, the back of your collard work shirt snaps you to a halt.

“Fallin all over yerself just to see me, are ya?”

You fell to the ground with a grunt, body sagging in delayed relief at both not losing your front teeth and hearing Monty sound at least mostly intact.

“Oh haha very funny,” you snark, pushing yourself up and dusting off. You look up at the gator, hands going up to reflexively cup the animatronics jaw as he lowered his head to meet your hands. The soft hissing of hydraulics releasing as Monty sagged into your hold slightly always made an affectionate warmth spread through your chest.

“Alright big guy, talk to me.” You kept your voice soft, the pad of your thumbs gently rubbing back and forth against the gators jaw.

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[meowzfordayz]

apple of my eye

Author’s Note: hello, hi, heyo! This is written w/ connotations of being in the USA. Update: on pg 4 atm (2am), and haven’t even gotten to the actual details of the request yet LMAO. 😭 Pacing’s being uncooperative, but at least it’s fluffy as heck. 😇 Update: on pg 5 (3am), and finally getting to the actual details of the request. 😆 Update: on pg 7 (2pm), and it’s finished !! 🥳 

apple of my eye

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~2,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Request Fulfilled: Hey,

I hope you’re fine 😊

I loved your last writing with Kyojuro.

It makes me cry so much.

It was a great work !

CanI request a Teacher Reader x Kyojuro History Teacher in the same school ?

Reader is in a relationship with Kyojuro, she works in the same highschool than him. She loves to tease Kyojuro by saying to the students they have in common some History fake news

(like Mermaids were real and The Vikings exhanged products with them).

And when the class end, the students run to Kyojuro to ask him if this is all true.

Kyojuro can’t takes it anymore 😂

I hope this is okay with you 😊

~faqs~

Recess: also known as The Golden Hour (well, technically, The Golden Half an Hour). Although, to be fair, most of elementary school is essentially Golden. Art projects? Baking soda volcanos? Learning songs? Reading buddies? Certainly, you schedule in structured academic lessons as well, but your general approach to teaching is immersive, interactive, and fun, fun, fun — Golden! Does it help that teaching elementary school grants you greater flexibility and control over your curriculum and in class activities? Sure. But do other teachers take… a different, approach?

Absolutely.

Exhibit A: your dearest Kyojuro.

“Rengoku,” you stand in his classroom’s doorway, fingers interlocked anxiously in front of you, trying to maintain a professional expression.

“[last]!” he smiles brightly, sitting at his desk—noting how the lovely color of your shirt accents the lovely color of your eyes—Whoa. Breathe. Focus, Kyojuro! “What brings you here?” What a pleasant surprise!

You restrain a sharp diss [y/n], this isn’t about you, “I have a couple of questions, actually. Do you have a moment?”

He nods. You stride to his desk, consciously willing your fingers to fall to your hips. He’s pretty you involuntarily muse, your logic and reason short circuiting as cedar and sandalwood envelops you. He smells delicious you frown faintly, subconsciously memorizing the curl of his fiery, tied hair, delighted by how perfectly stray tendrils frame his welcoming face. Stop! What the hell? Focus, [y/n].

“What grade do we teach, Rengoku?” the corner of his mouth twitches at your aggression.

“We teach fourth grade, [last],” he’s slightly confused.

“Exaaactly.” To hell with polite pretenses. “We teach fourth grade, so why are we making children cry? In fourth grade?”

He’s very confused, “We… make children, cry?”

Rolling your eyes, you lean toward him, palms flat on his desk, “No, Rengoku. You, make children cry. And I swear: if I have one more of your students visit me, eyes glistening, because you’re treating them like goddamn middle schoolers, then you’ll face a lot more than an angry coworker. They have another year of elementary, middle school, high school, and likely college, to stress the fuck out — no need to start them so early.”

He’s dumbfounded. Needs a second. A long second. To process you leaning toward him. To process and shatter at your words. I’m making my students cry? He’s aghast. They’re always chatting, laughing, and participating in class he ponders frantically Could it be their homework? His eyes narrow But if I’m making my students cry, then surely an upset parent would have contacted me? You study his actions closely, ready to pounce at any sign of apathy, but the narrowing of his eyes, the tensing of his jaw… you almost regret your harshness as dismay furrows his brows.

“I… was unaware, of this situation,” his usually radiant volume is… quiet. Ashamed. “Nobody has brought this to my attention,” he swallows thickly, “And I-” he exhales shakily, “I thought nothing was amiss.”

Of course, he believes you: if you claim his students are crying, then they’re crying. You’re acquainted, classrooms side by side. He can still fondly recall his first day a couple years ago: you’d greeted him enthusiastically, swearing to be “neighborly” and that “if you need anything, then don’t hesitate to visit — I’m right next door”. He’d visited so frequently, that you’d eventually remarked, “I’m getting the feeling that you need me.” He’d turned an alarming shade of pink, stammering, “Oh, no, not at all! I do not mean to discomfort you, [last]! Thank you for the extra staples!” Did that encounter deter his frequent visits? Nope! You’d waved him off good naturedly, hoping he hadn’t recognized your embarrassment (he hadn’t, too distracted by his own explicit, guilty fantasies). You’re a wonderful teacher — he knows you’re the favorite, and is happy for you to retain that title. An honest coworker. Humorous. Intelligent. Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Disappointed in him.

“Rengoku…” you’re soft, a possibility forming, “You had no idea?”

“Truly,” he’s firm. Assured.  Genuine. Vulnerable.

“Well,” and then you’re reaching, thumb brushing along his tense jaw.

He shudders. You squeak, immediately retracting your thumb. Fuckfuckfuck. He clears his throat. Loudly.

“What, what was, what did, you had, what else, an additional…” Look what you’ve done to me Kyojuro groans inwardly, albeit not discontentedly. He’s flustered.

You collect yourself, proud at the minimal quivering in your voice, “Perhaps… I jumped to conclusions. You’re simply the type that no one wants to let down.”

He doesn’t understand.

“Rengoku, your students visit me with their unfinished homework… it’s too difficult for them. We teach fourth grade. Homework should be an extension of in class — not a tear worthy challenge,” you shrug, “But, since I’m the only one who’s scolded you thus far, I’m going to assume you’re an amazing teacher otherwise,” you chuckle lightly, “Your students don’t want to tattle on you.”

That… makes sense. Phew. … Wait. They assist my students? They care about… my students? They care about… me?

“I owe you my thanks [last],” Kyojuro flashes his signature smile, “For assisting my students when I failed them, and for informing me.”

His statement lacks resentment entirely. He’s impressed. Relieved. Grateful. Enamored.

“You, you didn’t-” now you’re flustered, “You didn’t fail them Rengoku! You received my graceless criticism quite humbly, and I presume will follow up accordingly?”

“I will! I plan to review previous homework, and make future adjustments…” he bulldozes ahead, foggy on the lingering warmth from your thumb, “Could we get tea sometime?” he continues, “You seem to have a better schema for what is appropriate for homework, and it would be my pleasure to learn from you.”

You gape at him, your response escaping from its cozy nook in your heart before you can wrangle it back, “Alright, Rengoku. I’m available this weekend. Where and when?”

Fast forward six months, and he’s Kyojuro, Kyo — your Kyo. He’s your stolen kisses in the teachers’ lounge; your breath of fresh air walking into your classroom after your final student heads home for the day; your go-to “coworker” to swap student nightmares and successes with—not that your students are ever awful, but they can definitely be headache inducing.

“Rengoku!” a student runs to Kyojuro as he watches the school yard.

Recess, also known as The Golden (Half an) Hour, consists of a handful of teachers and a plethora of students. Oftentimes, your students’ recesses overlap, and when they don’t, he finds himself smiling wistfully I wish they were here. You’re discrete about your romantic involvement, but there’s no harm in casual conversation. Besides, you’re quick to shush him whenever he gets… enthusiastic.

“Rengoku, Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He crouches to the student’s height, grinning cheerfully, “I am here! What is it?”

“Is it true you and [last] are in love?”

He blinks rapidly. Pardon?

“Someone saw you and [last] at the grocery store yesterday! [last] giggled and kissed your cheek! How does it feel when they giggle because of you? How does it feel when they kiss your cheek? Were they your first kiss?”

The student says this hurriedly, beaming eagerly. Meanwhile, Kyojuro’s experiencing deer-in-headlights Shitshitshit, unsure how to recover from the barrage of personal inquiries. Not to mention Why does this student talk like my therapist? and It feels… like coming home.

“It must feel awesome when someone giggles because of you! Kissing is kind of yucky, but I guess it’s okay between you and [last], because you kissed them too! On the LIPS.”

Unfazed by Kyojuro’s atypical silence, the student laughs obliviously, skipping away abruptly as their friends motion for them.

“IT’S TRUUUE! RENGOKU AND [LAST] ARE IN LOOOVE!”

Sigh.

“You are positive? I do not want to interfere with your career,” Kyojuro stares at you, blushing deeply. He doesn’t want to halt your relationship, but he respects and desires your wellbeing first and foremost. Knows how cherished and magnificent of an educator you are. Knows your students, his students, anyone and everyone fortunate to learn from you, couldn’t afford to—shouldn’t have to—lose you. If I cannot nourish you, then I do not want to hinder you.

You’re both cross legged on his couch, knees touching familiarly. Remnants of dinner, pasta and red sauce (you made the red sauce, from scratch; he made the pasta, also from scratch), rest on his nearby coffee table. His floor lamp casting a mellow ambience, highlighting the tender angles of his face.

“Kyo, I’m positive,” you smile, endeared by his boyish panic, “We’ve been coworkers for years. And now we’re dating. It was bound to surface,” you poke his cheek, winking, “I wonder who discovered us… I suppose you’re hard to miss,” you tug on one of his stray, fiery tendrils of hair, “And I’m an adult. I can handle a career and a lover.”

“A lover?” his eyes widen.

“Are you playing coy, Kyo?” you wink.

“We haven’t made love,” he rasps. Sex, but not… not, love.

“Would you like to change that?” you whisper, fingers rubbing tantalizing circles on his lower thighs.

He grips your wrists gently, tone lowered promisingly, “I would like to make you my lover,” he presses your fingers to his chest, “I would like to be your lover.”

As he moves to cup your face in his steady, adoring hands, affection infinite in his gaze, you already know — you’ve been his lover for a while now, and he’s been yours.

“Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He glances up from his desk, recognizing your student as they barge into his classroom.

“Mermaids aren’t real. They’re not. But [last] read us a story today, and they said the story was based on real events. So are they real? Are they pretend? If they’re real, then how can I become one?”

Again?

Kyojuro smiles patiently, setting his pen beside his remaining, ungraded science reports, “From a distance, some sea animals can appear to be mermaids, but they are unfortunately not real. The stories written about them are fantastic though! Do you have a favorite?”

The student pauses, nose scrunched, “The one in the story [last] read.”

He’s kept track, and this is day 10—in a row—that a student, your student(s), has asked him about something utterly random and unexpected. As the two fourth grade teachers, he knows his and your students exchange “notes”, discuss among themselves, and are essentially a conglomerate. Which, he encourages — he’s glad there’s friendliness and friendships from classroom to classroom. He just never imagined you’d… weaponize, it.

It began innocently.

A shy student of yours had entered his classroom, worrying about, “What if Bigfoot steps on my house?” because they lived near a park, and you’d read a story about searching for Bigfoot — in the woods.

“I doubt the park is large enough to shelter Bigfoot, so I guarantee your house is safe from stomping.”

And then the next day, “Rengoku, sir, [last] read a story where Atlantis exists and has tons of gold. Could I go there and become rich?”

“Ah, sadly, Atlantis does not exist. As for tons of gold and becoming rich, you have a terrific attitude and determination — that will provide for you in more meaningful ways.”

And the next day, “Rengoku? I’m sorry to bother you, but, [last] read a tale about Vikings and how they conquered Europe. Are they going to conquer us? Am I gonna be a Viking?”

“The Vikings did not conquer Europe, but they were gifted seafarers and traded with many countries. Have you ever gone sailing? That could be a fine introduction to becoming a modern Viking!”

Despite his normally vast tolerance, Kyojuro’s at his wits’ end: if he gets to day 15, then he might implode. He’s creative and imaginative, and couldn’t fathom rejecting a child’s curiosity, but Why don’t their students ask them?! He braces himself now when the dismissal bell rings, knowing someone’ll rush into his classroom rambling about [last] this and story that. Does he sound annoyed? He isn’t. Well, maybe a smidgen. But only because he’s protective of his time with you (you’re both busy), and he’s accustomed to getting to visit your classroom immediately after school ends. He’s… baffled. He’s considered, obviously, confronting you about whatever’s going on, but he isn’t overwhelmed to the point of calling Mercy.

“Kyo?” you tap his ear, smiling tiredly, “Earth to Kyo.”

You’re in your bed, Kyojuro sitting with his laptop in his lap, you sitting with your book. A common occurrence, as of late. Is it risky sleeping together on a school night? Counterintuitively: not really. In fact, you can’t remember the last time you slept through your alarm. Kyojuro’s a freak of an early bird, whereas you’re as owlish of night as they come. You’ve developed a routine of staying at his or him at yours, nurturing a supportive environment of planning lessons, brainstorming solutions to short and long term issues, and grading assignments. If you drink one too many mugs of coffee, then Kyojuro reminds you of your brilliance and dedication, and that, “[y/n], lover, I think you are good on coffee for the remainder of the evening.” And if he stirs before the sun’s even risen, groggy and weary, then you’re there to place a drowsy arm on his hip, coaxing him back to sleep for a couple more hours, “M’sleepy, go to sleepy, not time for wakey yet, shhh.”

“Your students are inquisitive.”

Your head tilts, “Thanks?”

“I was recently asked about dragons, and which pet shop they could be purchased from.”

“Oh? Mhm. That’s… odd…” you’re holding in a giggle, hoping he doesn’t look at you.

He does.

Mhm! Odd indeed, lover!

“What exactly is going on in the classroom next to mine, [y/n]? What mysterious operation is [last] conducting?” his eyes glint mischievously, laptop closed and pushed aside.

You don’t notice the gleam in his eyes, too engrossed in your book as you stubbornly ignore him.

“You are a marvelous teacher, [last]. So why don’t your students ask you their scintillating questions? I am confident in your ability to answer them,” he bows his head, lips delicately skimming your collarbone.

“K-kyo,” your book trembles.

He sucks at the sensitive skin below your throat, plucking your book from your grasp, smirking at your half hearted, “I was reading t-that!”

“Rengoku,” he murmurs roughly, teeth scratching at your earlobe, “That is, Rengoku, to you. Unless, [last], you would like to become… more, intimate?”

Your fingers clutch the collar of his shirt, “I would, Rengoku,” you mouth at his chest, “I would like to become more, intimate,” fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, ghosting across his taut abs. “Kyojuro.” So. Hot. “Kyo.”

And then the heat disappears. His body, so so close, now so so far. He’s glowing, provoking, teasing — standing beside your bed instead of falling apart beside you.

“Excuse me?” you’re sassy, in disbelief, intoxicated.

“My apologies, [last],” he grins slyly, carelessly pulling off his shirt, yawning exaggeratedly, “I just realized the time. It is late, and alas, it is a school night!” 

As if his muscles aren’t contracting and flexing, their strength illuminated by the sensuality of nightfall.

As if his eyes aren’t predatory, smug, infatuated.

As if his nonchalant charade could sway your wanton, demanding exhilaration.

“You’re the expert!” you gasp.

He raises an eyebrow, “The expert?”

You pout, whining needily, “My students. When I read them stories, I tell them you’re the expert on whatever the story’s about. I tell them if they have questions, then you’re the man to ask.”

He laughs amusedly, slowly, slowly, slowly, returning to you, “And why do you tell them that, [last]?”

“Because it’s f-funny,” you whimper, “Because you’re original and thoughtful and my heart tingles when they tell me what you’ve taught them. To be brave. To be determined. Adventurous. Kind.”

Gosh I am... I am in love with you.

Growling, he pins your elbows to your bed, hovering desperately, longingly, above you. You’re sneaky. He nips at your neck. Clever. He licks your bottom lip. Devastating. He licks your upper lip. How am I going to get revenge? He kisses you languidly, wetly. It is on [y/n]. It is so. Very. On.

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