#i don’t think caffeine would be the best thing for me rn

[sunkingwrites]

Attempt #1 to make you like Hawks (if this doesn’t work I will try again!!)

You visit the Luke and Keigo household but without realising it gets too late so you have to stay the night. There’s a spare room but you would rather cuddle up in our big bed — there’s plenty of room, and Keigo isn’t even home yet!! We can just keep each other company until then~

We have our little rain asmr on and fall asleep, but the room is silent by the time Keigo gets home, the rain having come to an end. He’s surprised you’re still there, since he saw you arrive before he had to leave and wasn’t aware you were going to stay over. Not that he minds.

He’s only a littleeeeee jealous we’re cuddling without him, but he knows if he was here earlier he would have been included!

He takes off his jacket as he comes over to the bed, eyes soft as he looks at how peaceful you look, softly ruffles your hair and pushes it out of your eyes, gives us both a kiss on the forehead, then steps away to get changed.

His wings ruffle as he comes back, pulls the covers up over you, and though you’re taking up his space, he doesn’t feel that mad. You look too peaceful and handsome. He doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to venture out to the spare room, the cold bed much smaller than he’s gotten used to, and much lonelier with no one to sleep next to so he cramps himself onto the far end of the bed on your other side, knowing it will probably not give him the best sleep, but it’s warmer here, and he’s very prone to like to cuddle up to others.

Gently, he lays his wing over you, and lays his head on the half a pillow left for him. Even if his other wing is half laid on the floor behind him, the covers not covering him completely, he’s too tired to stay awake and the body heat next to him from you has him falling asleep almost instantly.

You wake up to him cuddling up to you, probably too hot from hot close he is and the extra insulation under his feathers, but he looks so relaxed you don’t wanna wake him up just to complain and push him away. He looks content, and cute. And you are sure you felt him kiss your cheek in the night, but you won’t think about that too much… not this early.

You’ll just have to go right back to sleep in his embrace until later <3

Luke. <3

Up until now I only bothered trying to remember him by his hero name, but you've got me making an effort to connect him with the name Keigo, instead of just "ah yeah, bird man, hawk man, ah. yes, he's hawks! yeaaah i got it" jfkfngkfknd

I'm also a liitle tipsy and that isn't helping rn-i blame myself for that too cuz I was actually allowed to mix my own drink this time and I got a little bit carried away 😅

I make a joke about stealing you away from him for cuddles as a regular thing, because of course I do, I wanna get a reaction out of him,, but he and I both know he gave me a kiss on the cheek last night.

We'll have to deal with the consequences of that some other time, cuz we're both obsessed with you and getting your breakfast experience just right; I'm making your tea and reaching for the leftover cold brew I left in the fridge yesterday, and I make Keigo SOMETHING WITH CAFFEINE cuz fuckin hell, does he ever need it with his line of work. He's making a beautiful brekky that I'd be lying if I said wasn't making me drool.

Luke,, you're evil and so sweet and I love you, and maybe I'll come around to.. Keigo ☆

#lukey <3 #hawks <3 #or-- #keigo <3 #maybe I'll have to get used to it #sunkingchats #dewdrop <3 #sunkingkeeps

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace, Nancy, Teddy & Gia Pt.1

Nancy: Safe travels, my lovely

Nancy: I totally understand why you didn’t want to stay until tonight, even though I’m gutted to see you go, obvs 🤍🤍🤍

Grace: ☁️🛫🤞🏽🤍🙏🏽🤍🛬☁️

Grace: you’re THE BEST for understanding TYSM & I’m SO sorry AGAIN!!

Nancy: No, don’t be silly, it’s happened to us all at one point or another

Nancy: And I looked at his socials, he didn’t post anything about you, so, that’s a positive

Grace: oh GOD why is it ALWAYS me though??! 😭😭

Grace: girl, I told you, he’s an 😇

Grace: 💔💔💔 FML

Nancy: I don’t even UNDERSTAND how you got quite that drunk… like, you were REALLY hammered 

Nancy: You must’ve had more than you remember, it doesn’t make ANY sense otherwise

Grace: idk idk 💀 what I DO remember is so so bad it’ll literally haunt me forever 😳😬

Nancy: If he’s such a 😇

Nancy: like… why did we end up here? I’m trying to understand your thought process 

Grace: it’s COS he is, I know that doesn’t make sense… 

Nancy: Because you didn’t feel good enough

Grace: 👌🏽 maybe it makes total sense, cos yeah

Nancy: Babe 🥺😭😭

Nancy: but you only ended up acting like 1000% worse than you actually are because of that 💭

Grace: 😭😭😭😭

Grace: I spiralled, I’m SUCH an idiot

Nancy: Look, he probably ended up as drunk as you when he went to the club after, he won’t remember [whatever embarrassing detail either she told you last night when wasted or Teddy did in that lil debrief]

Grace: 🤞🏽🤍🙏🏽🤍 cos I’ll wanna die if he remembers that or [something else you clearly did as bad or worse] BUT I can’t get my hopes up, like, I’m literally NOT good enough for him, last night proved it

Grace: I freaked out but I was right, still

Nancy: I bet he’s been on hundreds of worse dates, it’ll barely register

Nancy: You’re just insecure and traumatized, that doesn’t make you a bad person, AT ALL 

Grace: me too I’ve been on 1000000s & here I am 😱👻 ILY for trying to make it better but you can’t

Nancy: You should get a bloody mary on the plane, you’ve earnt it 

Grace: 💡👏🏽

Grace: ☕️ isn’t gonna be strong enough & it’s 🤴🏼 triggering now anyway

Nancy: If he actually managed to cure you of your caffeine addiction, you’d have to send him a thank you note 

Grace: 😂 he’d really be asking himself wtf is wrong with me then

Nancy: Aren’t manners very 😇? 😏

Grace: you’re asking the wrong girl, babes

Grace: I’m no 😇 if only 🥺😭😭 & me sending a 💌 would have the poor boy thinking I’m 12 now I’ve drank like it in front of him 

Nancy: He should have taken better care of you, I said it before and I’ll say it again 🤷‍♀️

Grace: it isn’t his fault, he thought I ate CARBS 👌🏽👌🏽 it’s mine I tricked him 

Nancy: 🤔🤔🤔

Nancy: Okay but who orders for someone in this day and age, that was weird, it isn’t the 50s

Grace: he was being romantic

Nancy: Oh God, you really like him, don’t you?

Grace: I’m just saying, I ruined it, he didn’t do anything wrong

Nancy: But do you like him, like actually?

Grace: it doesn’t matter, we’ll NEVER see each other again, I can’t & he won’t wanna 🙈🙉🙊

Nancy: Say he did, though

Grace: ofc I like him I’m not brain damaged

Nancy: As someone you’d like to see properly

Grace: in this, like, pure fantasyland we’re 💬 in rn, duh, but in reality there’s no way

Nancy: Stranger things have happened

Grace: mhmm & all the weird things that happen to me are BAD so

Nancy: 😔 Well, it’s over now, honey

Grace: thank god, I just wanna go home  

Nancy: 💔

Grace: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean like yours isn’t

Grace: you know that isn’t my 💭💭

Nancy: No, it’s fine

Nancy: I just wish I had somewhere I could run back to too, that’s all, that’s not on you

Grace: I should’ve stayed, none of this is on you 😔

Grace: I’m the actual WORST & you can hate me if you wanna

Nancy: You have school tomorrow anyway, you should focus on that, getting your grades to get out

Grace: idc about school I’m not getting the grades & they’ll lowkey have to keep me there forever or give up 🙄🙄🙄

Grace: you’re where my focus is 🤍

Nancy: 🥺 You’ll make me cry

Nancy: I’m just so sorry that it didn’t go better for you, I feel like it’s my fault for saying you should get changed or something 😟😟

Grace: no no no DON’T EVEN!! you did EVERYTHING right too!!

Grace: you told me not to 🤮 & I didn’t listen

Nancy: I just wish I could protect you from feeling like that, it really breaks my heart 

Grace: 😭😭😭😭

Grace: I put you in an impossible situation, I literally shouldn’t have told you, idk what I was thinking

Nancy: you can tell me anything, I always want that

Grace: it isn’t fair it’s TOO MUCH & all I’ve done is made you feel 💔 too

Grace: I’m so SO sorry

Nancy: Shh, it’s all okay, that’s what I’m here for, we get each other

Grace: I PROMISE it was a 1 time thing & I’m not gonna do it again EVER 🤞🏽🤍🤞🏽🤍

Nancy: 🤝🤍🤝

Nancy: Because you don’t even NEED to do it

Grace: I didn’t know what else to do but it’s okay cos I’m not gonna be there again, it’s over like you said

Nancy: You just can’t be with someone if they’re going to make you feel like that, even without knowing themselves

Grace: I’ll just have to die alone, at least I still have you & you’re not mad at me 🙏🏽🤍🙌🏽

Nancy: Girl, we’ll be together, because same

Grace: is THAT why you got a dog?? 

Nancy: That sounded filthy, Grace! 😲😂

Grace: UM 😂😂 I was just saying you missed the memo lonely old ladies usually get cats 😂

Grace: or dogs they can fit in their laps anyway 😂

Nancy: Wellllllll the person I know with the most cats is your mama and she ain’t ever been lonely so 😶

Nancy: It’s good to have one like Rex, living alone, he can protect me

Grace: 👌🏽👌🏽 no need to rub it in &/or bring her up rn ty

Nancy: We’re all jealous, sis

Grace: don’t I know it… me most of all

Nancy: Truly men are only good for one thing and she is so right for that

Nancy: I give up on them for anything BUT, I swear 🤞🤦‍♀️

Grace: wow, okay, cool then I JUST give up 

Nancy: Nun vibes 👰‍♀️✝️

Grace: or lesbian vibes, but no, I still CAN’T

Grace: that would be WORSE

Nancy: You are SUCH a bigot, OMG 🤪

Grace: 🏳️‍🌈 excuse you I’m an amazing ally 🏳️‍🌈

Nancy: 😂😂😂😂

Grace: whatever, how am I the freak, again, cos I don’t want the 1 thing men are good for?? it’s so rude

Nancy: You really would be better off if you liked girls, a man is never going to give you the emotional support you need, I swear

Nancy: Life is such a sick joke, honestly 🙃

Grace: I’d have to kms or date the UGLIEST girls ever

Grace: neither are the mood

Nancy: 🏆👸 is so real

Grace: UGH, this much baggage is EXHAUSTING

Nancy: and you 😴 for a thousand years, snoring SO LOUDLY

Grace: MEAN!! 

Nancy: my ears were bleeding keeping you safe, hoe 😘

Grace: IOU for not letting me die I GUESS though it doesn’t feel like a HUGE favour rn ngl 

Nancy: It’s okay, you’re allowed to be ungrateful rn

Grace: when are things gonna get better?? I wish I was gay then it’s, like, guaranteed they HAVE TO 

Nancy: When you get to train, be qualified, at least then you’ll have your business to build up and focus on… works for my parents 

Grace: cos they also have each other

Nancy: I think my mum would still be happy, without any of us, tbh

Grace: mine too

Nancy: Why did they bother, honestly? 🤷‍♀️😕

Grace: I can’t deal with how they can take for granted something I really badly want

Nancy: 💔 I know

Nancy: I’ll not do it, in solidarity

Grace: 🥺😭😭

Grace: I’d NEVER stop you though! you take SUCH good care of me, any kid would be the LUCKIEST ever

Nancy: No baby would be as cool as you anyway, even if it was remotely possible for me and the way my life is shaping up, no way

Grace: Rex is the lucky one for rn 💖👑💖

Nancy: True 😍😍😍

Nancy: My parents don’t need any more grandkids yet, I am NOT trying to compete with him on this 😷

Grace: Yeah I DON’T wanna talk about it either 

Nancy: I can’t believe they made it to now though, she must have got rid of some, right? 

Nancy: Like, she’s nearly 25, how long have they been together? There’s no way

Grace: STOP ⛔️⛔️

Nancy: I’ve got feelings about it too, babe

Nancy: She was like, my best friend since birth before they did… THAT

Grace: it’ll forever be too much to unpack, I just CAN’T

Nancy: There’s going to be a baby explosion in your family soon though, you need to prepare yourself mentally

Grace: … 

Grace: I’ll NEVER be mentally strong enough 😣😣

Nancy: It’s the reality though, AWFUL as it is

Grace: I know 😭

Nancy: Jan and Ava claimed to be more sensible but look at the pair of them

Nancy: Ugh, it stresses me OUT 😥

Grace: I’ve totally changed my mind, I wish I wasn’t going home now

Nancy: Don’t they all, like, live with you, basically

Nancy: I couldn’t STAND to watch Ava and James all loved up with his kids like they’re theirs all the time like that

Grace: I’m counting down the days til I can leave, obviously

Nancy: Yeah, I bet

Nancy: like he’s nice to look at but if that’s never coming your way it’s entirely depressing 

Grace: UGH 

Nancy: I should’ve locked it down with James whilst I had the chance, he is too intent on ruining my sister’s life with his mistakes now 

Grace: but then instead he’d be ruining yours

Nancy: She’s my little sister, I’d do anything for her

Grace: 🥺 I know, but you’re like my big sister, I can’t let you 🥺

Nancy: 💞💞💞💞💞

Nancy: I just wish I could make her see it for what it is, that’s all

Grace: me too, I’ve tried talking to her loads of times even though she treats me like I’m stupid whenever I do

Nancy: They’ve got way too much pride, they can’t see we’re trying to help but

Nancy: at least we try, however unappreciated 

Grace: I wish you were my sister, I hate the ones I’ve got, they don’t try AT ALL

Nancy: I’m more than that, it’s special 🤍🔒🤍

Grace: I should be allowed to live with you, it’s not like anyone cares if I go to school or not when I’m back there OR what else I do

Nancy: The way your school works is SO confusing though, if you were here you could already be in your last year of your beauty course instead of them forcing you to do like sixth form schooly vibes

Grace: IKR?! 

Nancy: Like, you DON’T want to go to Uni and be that girl… such a waste of time 💀💀

Grace: & when I don’t pass which DUH I’m NOT gonna, hello??! they’ll try & make me redo the year, they do it ALL the time 💀💀

Nancy: Oh babes, not you being like 20 still in your uniform, you cannot, that’s TOO much

Grace: 😷😷😷

Grace: I’ll have to walk out with no exams 👋🏽😘 idc cos I don’t need to look back when I leave ❤️💂🦁🌹🤍☔️🤍🫖🎡💷💙 

Nancy: We cannot wait 🥳🥳🥳🥺🥰🥰

Nancy: we being me and Rex, obvs 

Grace: not you & whoever you hit up last night while I was being unhinged in [whatever the restaurant is called] ?? 

Nancy: Lord no, no daddy for you yet, sorry 😌

Grace: I’m the opposite of mad about it 🥳🥳🥳🥺🥰🥰

Nancy: I would call you out but as you plan to be forever single too, it’s all good 😘

Grace: sorry not sorry!! I need you 🤍🔒🤍

Nancy: Forever and ever, girl

Grace: I miss you already & always

Grace: this is gonna be the LONGEST week of my life 🙄🥱

Nancy: I don’t even know HOW I’m going to fill my weekdays, for real 😩

Nancy: Gonna have to hit up this 🔗 even though idc about him

Grace: with dog walks ?? 😂😂😂 jk I know you would NEVER 😂

Nancy: 😆 My 🍑 would thank me but nah

Grace: ❌🐶💩🚫

Nancy: ABSOLUTELY NOT

Grace: … can I ask you for a favour that’s maybe almost as bad?

Nancy: … Go on

Grace: can you keep checking in on Teddy for a sec?? cos I had to unfollow obvs & I wanna make sure he’s not, like, swearing off all girls & planning to die alone too… I’d feel worse than I already do atm 💔💔

Nancy: Of course, we have plenty of mutual friends anyway, I will undoubtedly see or hear of his whereabouts 

Grace: thanks, it’s cringe to ask but, like, I have now so ✌🏽

Nancy: It’s cool, he’s not going to find out you did

Grace: yeah true 🙌🏽

Nancy: You don’t want a report back, do you?

Nancy: Like I’ll just make sure he’s cool but I won’t blow you up over it

Grace: I’ll be calm, it’s none of my business anyway

Grace: as long as he’s okay & over it

Nancy: 👌

Grace: IOU again 🤍

Nancy: [Me like, should probably come at this boy and cackle so you don’t lose your composure here hun]

Grace: [go for it gal]

Nancy: I was THIS close to losing it

Teddy: Dare I ask why?

Nancy: [just send him a screenshot of this poor gal earnestly wanting to check you aren’t heartbroken]

Nancy: See?

Teddy: That I did an incredible job on her? Yes but I already knew it 💔🧸💐 Poor me

Nancy: God, you make me sick 😏

Nancy: I thought she was joking, in a rare display of self-awareness

Teddy: I’d love to make you sick, choose your preferred method & get back to me

Nancy: Haven’t you got a noose to fill? 

Nancy: The devastation being as real as it is

Teddy: Okay, auto erotic asphyxiation it is 👀

Nancy: 🙄😘

Nancy: With the mood she’s in, my death will look like a suicide pact

Teddy: She’s gone, get in the mood I’m in

Nancy: You’re being so subtle, however will I guess what mood that is? 

Teddy: & you’re being hilarious, of course I miss you

Nancy: I miss you more

Nancy: having to listen to her holier-than-thou version of you just made me want to talk to the real you 

Teddy: Invite me over & you can do more than talk

Nancy: Do you have to be invited in 🧛‍♂️

Teddy: No, but it’ll upset Rex if I barge in, he’s protective of you

Nancy: He is 🥺

Nancy: you’ll have to be nice, if you come for a visit

Teddy: It’ll be different when I have a 🔑 but for now I’ll behave well & let him be the man of the house

Nancy: It’d be mean of you to put him in his place today, he doesn’t know he isn’t meant to be top dog yet, poor baby

Teddy: I’ve missed him too so I’ll be 😇 daddy & not 😈

Nancy: 🤏 triggering for me but I’ll let it slide, you can’t help how boring she’d like you to be

Teddy: It won’t be boring for either of us when you relay everything she said about me

Nancy: We talked about A LOT of stuff, there’s definite potential for progress

Teddy: Good

Teddy: & has your new bed arrived yet?

Nancy: Luckily after she got to the airport

Nancy: she’s already confused about the sudden appearance of the dog

Teddy: You live alone, you need him

Nancy: Yes but you know, I can’t fit it in a handbag and I’ve not made him his own social media profiles… so why did I bother ???

Teddy: 🙄 hers are full of cats, she’s hardly the authority on dogs

Nancy: She has no taste, sorry to say

Nancy: She definitely thinks he’s scary but is not gonna say that to my face

Teddy: I’m aware, darling, the disgusting clothes she tried to pick out on her own before I stepped in spoke for themselves

Teddy: but she’s correct about one thing, she should be scared of him

Nancy: You have pretty good taste in clothes, if my memory serves 

Teddy: Nothing is going to look anything but awful on her body regardless but I like that you’ve noticed

Nancy: Yeah, well, I kept the lingerie on for ages

Teddy: I still owe you an outfit too, I haven’t forgotten

Nancy: How is your head this morning?

Teddy: Fantastic, if you’d like me to make us our reservation at [the restaurant he took Grace too so they can recreate it] for tonight, I will

Nancy: I suppose we’ll have to eat at some point, true

Teddy: I’ll bring home for Rex what I ordered for her, I couldn’t possibly suggest you eat it

Nancy: You wanted to make me sick, not give me a lifelong disorder, yeah?

Teddy: I want to make you happy, baby

Nancy: You’re helping

Nancy: how comfy this bed is is high up the list too

Teddy: Are you going to show me? 

Nancy: [send him a pic on this enormous bed like omg]

Nancy: You could fit so many 🐶 in this thing

Teddy: I’ll make you 🤰 sick & we’ll see how many babies we can fit in there

Nancy: I am really in the mood to get pregnant after promising her I would never so

Nancy: good thing our moods are matching

Teddy: Because you’re breaking a promise to her I’ll make one to give you twins that aren’t mutants like your brothers, for yours & your parents’ sake

Nancy: You’re SO giving

Nancy: I’ll make sure they’re boys, for your sake

Teddy: Thank you, it would mean A LOT to me

Nancy: Anything for you seems like a risky precedent to set but I’m not scared

Teddy: I couldn’t be any prouder of you for overcoming your fear of me

Nancy: You’re even cuter than Rex, just don’t say anything

Teddy: I’m only in the mood to say your name

Nancy: let me hear it

Teddy: [SUCH a shameless voice note, me like sir you live at home, thank god you do have a rich person gaff and are probably as far away from your parents as poss]

Nancy: 🥴 Oh

Nancy: the fact you can do that as loud as you want now

Teddy: I’m determined all your neighbours are going to hate me LONG before I move in

Nancy: They’ll be begging me to throw another party instead 😁

Teddy: They’ll have to wait until I’ve finished begging you for what I want

Nancy: Baby

Teddy: It’s quite a list, they’ll probably be rather impatient, I’m sorry

Nancy: I’m not

Teddy: Me either, not at all

Nancy: I can’t leave you needy

Teddy: What kind of mother would you be if that’s the precedent?

Nancy: The only mother of your children you want

Teddy: Yes

Nancy: I’m really glad you get to give me everything you have, it’d be wrong to hold back, wrong for us

Teddy: Our moods definitely are matching

Nancy: I couldn’t have got her out the door fast enough 

Teddy: You know I’d have to trick you if you didn’t want what I want & I’d feel bad about it

Nancy: Sorry I’m as fucked up as you

Nancy: we can trick everyone else, whenever we want to use them

Teddy: I’m not, I love that you’re as fucked up as I am

Nancy: It makes me want to be with you always, how high I feel thinking about the things I can admit to liking to you

Teddy: You can tell me anything, I’m not afraid of that as a set precedent either

Nancy: I want to feel you getting hard under me when I tell you everything she said

Teddy: Okay, I’ll try & think about something else for a while so it’s how I have to become again instead of just the state I’m already in

Nancy: It’d be so hypocritical of me to expect that, but you’ll get more turned on, twitchy, trying to fuck me, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

Teddy: I am a new level of turned on since we started doing this

Nancy: it’s unreal, you are

Teddy: You are, it’s unbelievable I haven’t fucked you yet, the amount I’ve thought about it & the amount I’ve cum for you

Nancy: I want to feel like I’m full to the brim, like genuinely can’t move for it, that’s the only thing that would be appropriate

Teddy: You will, I woke up feeling like that

Nancy: 🤤 you should’ve woken up in my mouth, I’m so sorry

Teddy: It isn’t your fault you had to wake up to her big mouth, I’m sorry, you deserve so much better

Nancy: Her crying is foreplay, that’s as good as she will be for us

Teddy: Please tell me you recorded it 🙏

Nancy: Do I love you? 

Teddy: Desperately

Nancy: and I as desperately wanted to touch myself whilst she was, so, yes, it was necessary 

Teddy: I as desperately need to marry you right now

Nancy: the answer is yes

Teddy: You’re fucking perfect

Nancy: Boys are always too nice and I hate them for it so much

Nancy: you’re the most special, my dream boy

Teddy: Tell me about it, most girls are pathetic, it makes my stomach turn over in the opposite to a fun way

Nancy: I’ve spent so damn long being unsatisfied by everything and everyone, no matter the combination or how long I kept it all going

Teddy: I know, so was I

Nancy: We were with the same people, on the same things, it barely touching the sides

Teddy: I was beginning to feel as devastated by it all for real as Grace thinks she is

Nancy: Tell me about it, it’s exhausting, staying on their level when I want to go so much further

Teddy: & then you get reckless, do things you wouldn’t & shouldn’t otherwise

Teddy: I stayed with [the girl from the very beginning she asked him about] too long

Nancy: She’d turn you normal, I’ve watched it happen so many times

Teddy: I felt it starting to happen

Nancy: You were born for this, to be depraved

Teddy: You can’t decide you want something besides this, we’ll never find anything else like it again

Nancy: I just want more, no boundaries

Teddy: I don’t have any, my father paid a fortune every term to prevent me from being expelled from school

Nancy: As he should, how much of this is his fault

Teddy: I insist upon the majority of the credit, naturally

Nancy: You’re the one I want, not either of your siblings, so it must be true

Teddy: Nurture, or lack of, can only be blamed to an extent

Teddy: DNA the same

Nancy: Our kids don’t stand a chance

Teddy: They stand every chance of being just like us, which is why anyone reproduces in the first place

Teddy: at least your ego, unlike your brother’s, is worthy of being gifted that, because you’re incredible

Nancy: No, you

Nancy: I don’t know how I’m meant to act around all your mini-mes 😍

Teddy: However you like, they owe you everything, they wouldn’t even exist if not for you

Nancy: They’ll be the most spoilt, there’s no way to resist

Teddy: No, you will

Nancy: 🥰

Nancy: Nothing is changing this, touching what this is

Teddy: I’d seriously go insane

Nancy: Not in a fun way

Teddy: When I thought this was over

Nancy: I could feel the spiral coming, the amount of shit I’d have to do to try and replace what this has given me already

Teddy: It’s irreplaceable, I wouldn’t be able to try, I’d have to give up & become like them

Nancy: I won’t let it happen

Teddy: We can’t

Nancy: I’m done watching everyone get taken over 

Nancy: you don’t deserve that slow death

Teddy: I’m going to watch you get everything you’ve ever wanted, nothing else

Nancy: This is going to be the best week of your life, you have no idea

Teddy: I have lots of ideas

Nancy: that is what I like about you

Teddy: But yeah, it is going to be the best week of my life, no doubt

Nancy: So far, anyway

Nancy: I don’t plan on stopping

Teddy: & I absolutely don’t intend to stop you

Nancy: At least you can seem suitably subdued on your socials but still have things you can post, keep her 👀 off you

Teddy: Hers are going to be too funny

Nancy: Are we going to be genuine with how we’re struggling this week or act like we’re living our best life? 🤔😂

Teddy: Genuine isn’t something she can do, clearly

Nancy: yeah but what if you’re stalking her socials because you’re SO into her?!

Teddy: Of course

Nancy: The weird confidence with a total lack of self-esteem in general is so weird

Teddy: It would be sufficiently jarring to frighten off other boys with a different motive

Nancy: That is what she does best, yeah

Teddy: I’d offer her some tips if it weren’t entirely counterproductive & a secret how much they like me

Nancy: It’s safe to say you do not have the same type, if she was honest with what she wants and not what she wants to look like she wants

Nancy: should actually go to church to find herself a man but there we go

Teddy: She’d rather live a lie & she’s about to

Nancy: She’s so welcome 🥰

Teddy: 🧚🏼‍♂️

Nancy: You’ll really wanna ease up on the fairy stuff though, she is basically homophobic

Teddy: I can’t wait to introduce her to the family, she’ll fit right in

Nancy: Gross

Teddy: Her mother will sleep with anything with a pulse, a paid therapist isn’t necessary to recognise the correlation

Nancy: She would choose to ignore how the multiple baby daddies are the issue there 🙄

Teddy: She’d have her own by now, she obviously doesn’t see it as an issue

Nancy: It unavoidably is, kinda shocked she didn’t go that hard into her trauma once she was hammered but well done, sis 💁‍♀️👏

Nancy: She just wants to be normal, despite the fact her complete lack of defining or unique features is what makes her so easy to overlook

Teddy: She’s given me a ridiculously easy task at least, be a bore & a romantic cliche 

Nancy: 🥱🥱🥱🥱

Nancy: Thank God I’ve given you other chances to impress me

Teddy: I would’ve found & taken the opportunity if you were for some reason yet to be impressed

Nancy: I usually am but 

Nancy: I want you to change that so you better

Teddy: Is that my eagerly awaited invitation? 

Nancy: Are you really not on the way already?

Teddy: Perhaps, or perhaps not

Nancy: I’m not getting out the good paper to write you one, come on 

Teddy: There’s the dyslexic privilege I’m ready to exploit

Nancy: Focus on exploiting me, thanks

Teddy: Focus & you’ll be aware I’m on my way

Nancy: I’m very focused, I have no other plans today

Teddy: I’m very pleased to hear it

Nancy: This bed is too nice to get out of

Teddy: It should be, we worked hard to make it nice with all those decisions

Nancy: I hope you like it, enough to stay

Teddy: I like you enough to stay

Nancy: You make me feel 

Nancy: it’s like weak and dumb but in a good way, somehow?

Teddy: Well, I did insist I’d treat you better than your father & that’s what they do in the negative, so I’m on the right track

Nancy: I hadn’t forgotten, sort of seared into my brain, that one 😳

Teddy: I hated when you said you weren’t going to hold me to anything I’d said

Nancy: Yeah, I know, it was mean

Teddy: You’re not allowed to forget, it’s too important & we both know how in your face Grace & I are going to be

Nancy: Alright, I’ll hold myself to it

Teddy: I love you, remember I said it to you first

Nancy: and you’ve told me, any motive you could have

Teddy: I’ll repeat it every chance I have

Nancy: I’ll try not to be cunty to you, remember why we’re doing this

Nancy: at some point, I’ll have to turn into your biggest fan anyway

Teddy: Fighting just means making up, I’ll try & remind myself

Nancy: I don’t do jealousy, this would be a stupid reason to start

Teddy: You being jealous of anyone is laughable, over her it couldn’t be more ridiculous

Nancy: You can call me dumb about this, I’ll not fight you

Teddy: It means you care, I don’t want to fight about that

Nancy: I know you like it, you’re soft

Teddy: I most certainly am not

Teddy: [photographic evidence nobody asked for, soz as per to whoever is driving him rn]

Nancy: Oh, OKAY

Nancy: I’ve never been happier to be proven wrong 🥺🥺🥺

Teddy: Did you pick me because you think I’m soft?

Nancy: I didn’t know you were

Teddy: I’m curious what it means, aside from a blatant 🧚🏼‍♂️ slur, possibly?

Nancy: Yeah, I’m cyberbullying you right now 😉

Nancy: I’m not sure exactly what I mean… just that you’re more invested than I thought you’d be, maybe? You want more than what I assumed you would

Teddy: You expected me to be more calculating, callous, I understand why 

Nancy: Just more predictable even

Nancy: All I offered you at the start was the chance to use her and a share of a decent stash, remember

Teddy: I haven’t forgotten you owe me A LOT of K, predictable as that may be

Nancy: 😏 we’ll find somewhere not entirely predictable to take it

Teddy: One thing you should’ve already had a fixed idea of about me   is I’ll always be willing to go deeper down the rabbit hole, Alice

Teddy: the moment a better offer comes along, that’s what I want, regardless of how far away from the starting point it is

Nancy: I didn’t imagine you’d say no to a chance of hooking up

Nancy: but more like you’re ticking off a who’s who, not this

Teddy: Nobody, aside from your sister, has ever said no to hooking up, it’s not what I said yes to, I didn’t imagine that part would even be much fun

Nancy: That’s a little rude

Teddy: I’ve never been happier to be proved wrong either, darling

Nancy: You haven’t yet, no pressure or anything

Teddy: But I have, it’s been the most fun so far

Nancy: But if it’s shit now I’ll have to pretend I never said any of this and kick you out

Teddy: Oh please, I’d refuse to go anywhere until it was good

Teddy: Who do you think I am? 

Nancy: You’re the one that’s put it in my head

Nancy: You’ll have to take the spare room and start paying rent

Teddy: I’m used to being disappointed, I’ve been open about that, it isn’t a personal attack worthy of charging me rent

Nancy: 👌 roomie

Teddy: Okay, fine, I’ll add it to our roleplays

Nancy: but I know what you mean

Nancy: and can guess why you wanted to do it in the first place

Teddy: We’ve talked through our motives pretty extensively by now, but if you feel like there’s something you’re still doing guesswork on, you can ask me

Nancy: The lack of a challenge she presents is more than made up in the one I do, it’s simple enough

Teddy: If you were a challenge

Nancy: Really?

Teddy: Come on, it hasn’t exactly taken us long to get here

Nancy: Wow

Teddy: There’s no reason to be offended

Nancy: I’m not, just disappointed, so what’s new

Teddy: There’s less reason to be disappointed 

Nancy: I’m not about to play into your hand, so you have every reason to be disappointed, actually

Teddy: It isn’t a game, you know that

Nancy: but it is, and that’s why you said yes

Teddy: It was when I agreed to do this, it’s not anymore

Nancy: Alright

Teddy: What are you upset about?

Nancy: I’m not upset, you just reminded me what we’re actually doing here

Teddy: Nancy, this is silly

Nancy: You only feel it now because you reckoned you were about to achieve your goal

Teddy: No, I don’t feel it because that isn’t what my goal is

Nancy: We have no reason to trust each other, that’s stupid

Teddy: Are you seriously going to do this again?

Nancy: Obviously

Teddy: You do trust me

Nancy: That would be stupid

Teddy: You’re being stupid not to when the entire reason we’re here this fast is because we’re so well suited

Nancy: and not just how easy it was because you’re so great, right?

Teddy: How many times can I tell you I’m not playing you?

Nancy: That’s what you say when you’re trying, you slipped up, sorry

Teddy: You want me to slip up because, you said it yourself, you feel under pressure

Nancy: If it was real, of course I would, that’s intentional too

Teddy: Call it off because you’re scared, it’s nonsense to go for this angle & turn me into someone I am not

Nancy: Be who you want, Teddy

Teddy: If who you want to be is crazy I can’t talk to you

Nancy: We don’t need to talk, it’s not useful to either of us right now

Teddy: When you’ve seen sense you know where I am or am likely to be

Nancy: I’ll avoid where I imagine you’re more likely to be if you do the same for me

Teddy: I don’t promise to

Nancy: Why would you bother

Teddy: It isn’t beneficial for either of us for me to give you your own way when you’re this wrong about why you want it

Nancy: all I want now is to party and there are so many places I can achieve that, even if I have to walk out of any you might be in

Teddy: I won’t be there, I have no interest in piling disappointment upon disappointment, it’s all boring, I told you

Nancy: I know what it is, it’s what I have

Teddy: No, we have each other if you just stop

Nancy: How, you made that impossible

Teddy: Nothing is impossible, even while you’re having an insane identity crisis about this, I know who we both are

Nancy: Don’t be so bloody patronising

Teddy: Don’t behave like your clueless cousin

Nancy: Shut up, she has no backbone, she wouldn’t say any of this

Teddy: It’s the same act of sabotage with an identical end result

Nancy: If you think I’m going to sit around and cry about you like that, dream on

Teddy: I’m painfully aware of what you’re going to do & it’s as tragic

Nancy: I don’t call you tragic for being a slut

Teddy: Because I’m not going to fuck someone else instead of you in order to fake I’m still in control when I’m really losing it

Nancy: I just have no interest in fucking you now, as shocking as that might be to you

Teddy: It doesn’t shock me at all your new plan is to lie to yourself & to me

Nancy: Jesus 

Teddy: Have a blast being deluded with most of the city about one thing or another, I hope you get the chemical help you need to do so

Nancy: You’re delusional if you think anything about this is attractive

Teddy: I’m not on a mission to attract you, you’re the one who thinks I am, or was

Nancy: Just another day for you, obviously

Teddy: Believe what you want, Nance

Nancy: You’re shit at this

Teddy: Because I’ve never done it before, a fact you’d know if you dared to accept this is actually different

Nancy: Every time I try, you just remind me how it ain’t

Teddy: Maybe you’re right, because whenever you doubt my motives & question me constantly, I have to ask myself why I’m trying to change anything about the way my life is

Nancy: Nothing about this is easy, chat all you want about me wasting my time and being delusional like it’s not what you’re going to go back to

Teddy: But that’s where you’re wrong, it would be easy for me to stay with you

Teddy: I don’t want to go back, I want to go fucking forwards, together

Nancy: I don’t know what’s forward, what’s there

Teddy: Yes you do, but you don’t want it, you don’t trust me enough to let yourself

Nancy: I don’t, and I don’t trust myself

Nancy: I should already be there by now

Teddy: Then that’s it, we can stick to the Grace plan or not, whatever you like, take some time to think about if that’s something you still want

Nancy: Don’t talk to me like this is a meeting

Teddy: It more or less is

Nancy: You can fuck off then

Teddy: Okay

Nancy: Not okay, prick

Teddy: [just leave that there for now hun like the petty bitch you are fucking off despite the fact she wants to keep having a go]

Nancy: [we really fucked you over genetically for having a temper hun, keep your mouth closed though, just unfollow him dramatically everywhere you can for the petty spike of feelings that will give you at least]

Teddy: [obvs you gotta unfollow her too & most importantly you gotta interact with whatever Grace is posting even if it’s just a like or a story view or something because duh, hard same on being cruel and dramatic]

Nancy: [when Grace would definitely tell you so you’re just here seething]

Teddy: [soz not soz, well soz to Grace but you know, oh lads you do amuse me]

Nancy: Can you actually stop, thanks

Teddy: I’m having my own fun, you can’t stop me

Nancy: You said take some time so let me

Teddy: I’m likewise not preventing you from doing that

Nancy: You obviously are because what is that if not going ahead with the Grace plan

Teddy: For all she knows my finger slipped, it commits you to nothing because it can just as easily mean nothing

Nancy: I’m the one who has to discuss what it does or doesn’t mean with her, so no, cut the crap

Teddy: 🥱

Nancy: Teddy, I’m serious because I’m not in the mood to humour her about this

Teddy: I’m done, you don’t need to cry about it

Nancy: You know the damage is already done, that’s why you did it, thanks SO much

Teddy: You’re SO welcome

Nancy: You’re making the decision easier to make

Teddy: Oh good, after all, it is what a gentleman would do & I’m about to forgo the role, have to do what I can while I can 

Nancy: You’re as free to continue wooing her as I am to tell her why you started

Teddy: If I was interested in doing so for its own sake, I wouldn’t need your permission, you’re correct

Nancy: You’re that transparent, don’t worry

Teddy: Yes I am & yet here we are 

Nancy: You really had to make her talk to me though? Think of something better

Teddy: Why would I? It’s the ideal punishment

Nancy: Because I could call it all off for real if she doesn’t shut the fuck up

Teddy: I don’t care if you do, it’s you who’ll lose out

Nancy: Bullshit

Teddy: I’m not invested in Grace or in any of the rest of your family, I am in you & as you’ve pointed out, I’m wasting my time

Teddy: there’s a multitude of other things I can use to do that too

Nancy: And none of them are as fun, clearly

Teddy: Well, I’m hardly having fun with you either, so as I’ve said, who cares?

Nancy: Because I can’t wreck my family on my own and you can’t yours

Teddy: I’ll find a way which doesn’t involve you or needing anyone’s help, I’ll have plenty of time, nothing but, in fact

Nancy: Right, of course you will

Teddy: There’s no need to pretend my family will be that difficult to ruin, they’re halfway to having done it themselves

Nancy: And how long have they been like that, centuries?

Teddy: Darling, I’m not as old as you, it isn’t as pressing

Nancy: Your choice

Teddy: Yeah

Nancy: Good luck, sorry if she runs to your inbox to shout, or, you’re welcome? Whatever

Teddy: 😘

Nancy: 👋

Teddy: [that went well, go and cause a family argument IRL or something to try and feel something, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled]

Nancy: [we’ve probably likewise snapped at Grace without fully doing a tell-all and now need to have a party and piss off the neighbours again with our behaviour, thanks gal lol]

Teddy: [me like don’t you turn up at that party, boy]

Nancy: [she says don’t you do it honey]

Teddy: [like, he’s very much not above it, especially because his dog is there but it’s probably a bigger fuck you to act like you’re ignoring her entirely unless you’re gonna show purely to take said dog but then what sir, you live at home, you can’t]

Nancy: [that really makes it not the move you think it is, like where are you taking that dog, boy, yes this flat is entirely funded by our parents but at least they aren’t here lol]

Teddy: [mhmm, exactly so don’t, flop]

Gia: Why did you choose today to be a colossal nightmare?

Teddy: Why not today?

Gia: Because it is the only day I can guarantee any time spent with my family

Teddy: Noted, every day of your life is a colossal nightmare, but that’s hardly something I’m to blame for

Gia: You are to blame for Seb not wanting to do this every week now

Teddy: Please, shortening his name like that isn’t going to magically make him look or act your age, but it WILL make me gag 🤢

Gia: And here was me hoping University might make you mature slightly…

Teddy: Hasn’t ‘girls mature faster than boys’ been your entire reason to live since before I was born?

Gia: I’ve never acted the way you do, even if I’d wanted to, I’d have never gotten away with it

Teddy: 💔 I’d suggest you try it but it’s rather too late now, unless you intend to take behaving as I would as far as forsaking your husband

Gia: As I said, I have literally no desire to throw a tantrum like that

Gia: Why are you?

Teddy: Why are you acting as if you suddenly care?

Gia: Assumedly, that’s what you were after, attention

Teddy: Incorrect, but it’s always the goal to make everyone suffer as I must

Gia: Precisely

Gia: If you didn’t want the parents to have to have hushed conversations about you, you would do as the rest of us do and keep it to yourself

Teddy: Well, if they won’t have full volume conversations about each other & address the real issues

Gia: Is that why you’re sad, mummy and daddy are fighting again?

Teddy: No, but I am cheered by your slight attempt at humour 

Gia: If mocking you can be considered a joke, I suppose

Gia: Could you not find an excuse to absent yourself if you were going to be in such a mood though, it isn’t as if James attends, you don’t have to

Teddy: It’s extremely laughable you think you have any grounds to mock me, yes

Teddy: & that you would dare to comment on my mood given your spouse’s inability to do anything with his face but 😒

Gia: He’s only like that around you, actually

Gia: and who could blame him?

Teddy: I’m doing him a favour, his brats are going to be my age soon, it’s best he practises because he can’t exactly leave the supportive parenting to you

Gia: I’m not your mother, I don’t need to handhold you through your hangover/heartbreak to prove that I’m a capable parent

Teddy: You’re nobody’s mother, Gia & LONG may that continue to be the case, truly 🙏

Gia: If I had such news, I would have cut through your nonsense with it

Teddy: Such a pity he’s incapable of delivering it for you, in any sense

Gia: Do you have to be so disgusting?

Teddy: You married him, that’s disgusting

Gia: No one asked your opinion, how you feel about him is irrelevant

Teddy: & yet here you are defending yourself against my opinion, it’s obviously relevant to you if you feel the need

Gia: You defend your partner, that’s pretty standard

Teddy: When he’s so frail, of course

Gia: So instead of finding yourself a job, you’re spending your time working on your stand-up, are you?

Teddy: Oh I’m sorry, do you have news of our father going bankrupt? I would’ve given you the floor

Gia: Exactly, I was doing work experience with the firm and had my own part-time job during Uni

Teddy: But you still never got the attention you were after, did you? 🥺

Gia: I don’t want attention, I want, and have, a career

Gia: What do you want, Teddy?

Teddy: Currently, I would like you to stop boring me to tears

Gia: For God’s sake, grow up

Teddy: Like you have? No thanks

Gia: Do you want to be a joke, like James?

Teddy: You’re a joke too, don’t exempt yourself

Gia: Except I work hard for what I have, don’t sponge off of mum and dad and I also don’t embarrass them, at every opportunity I have, so, no, I’m not

Teddy: You married into what you have & mother is mortified

Gia: She is not

Teddy: She is

Gia: You’re just saying that

Teddy: She says it, drunk words are the truest, G

Gia: Perhaps she ought to lay off the liquor then

Teddy: Perhaps if she’d married better herself she would

Gia: I fail to see how she could, and this is such a tired, irrelevant fantasy of yours anyway, they’re fine

Teddy: I’m not going to open up about my newer fantasies, especially not to you

Gia: I will never, ever ask you to

Teddy: Go away, you’re making me more upset

Gia: What on earth is wrong with you? You’re behaving more strangely than usual

Teddy: You literally just said you’d never, ever ask

Gia: As a rule, don’t bring your girl trouble to the table if you wouldn’t actually bring the girl

Teddy: I would, but she’d reject the invitation 

Gia: 💔

Teddy: Thank you for your incredible contribution

Gia: You’re not serious, you aren’t serious about anything

Gia: you’ll be fine in the morning

Teddy: It would serve you right if I was dead in the morning, but I’m not pathetic, at least

Gia: You are SO dramatic

Teddy: I have intense feelings about her, you’re dismissive about anything which doesn’t involve your husband’s life insurance

[reefer-keifer]

LOL @ spinal tap (have you seen that movie? whatd you think? i still havent watched it) n ozzy literally so so real brian eno’s quote abt media is on of my all time favorite quotes (“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”) & i love cliff burton’s take it easy quote: “fuck your job. money is fake, society isn’t natural, and the sun is going to explode.” sooo true mr. burton! yay im glad!! theyre one of my favorite thrash bands theyre sooooo underrated. my days been okay! was soooo cold this morning n am contemplating getting a haircut…my hair is long but the split ends are driving me maddddd but i won a kahoot in history class & i’m home & warm and comfy :) how was your day? & cuz i’m making myself hot chocolate, what’s your favorite warm beverage?

-❄️

i did watch it but it’s been a really long time n i don’t remember much about it lol (i need to watch it again) but i think everyone should watch it at some point, it’s a classic! best part was definitely the guitar collection segment, it was spot on!! ooh brian’s quote is SO GOOD! and cliff’s is too lol

pretty good! i hung out with my best friend and one of her friends, who i’ve never met so i was kinda nervous, but i had a really great time! ooh i could so go for a hot chocolate rn! hmm it would be a toss up between white hot chocolate and apple cider. i don’t really drink coffee unless i didn’t get much sleep the night before and need some caffeine. what about you? also i can’t believe i haven’t asked this yet, do you have any pets?

#❄️ #srs22

[t3nshiii]

answering random questions <3

- fav music genre ?

kpop, sad (?), city pop, heavy metal

- best vacation ?

def paris ! i went there 4 my aunt’s wedding & it was v pretty there, 10/10 recommended but make sure u know how 2 work things & stuff like that !

- dream place 2 go 2 ?

tokyo, japan !

- hobbies ?

dancing, singing, rapping, listening 2 music

- fav holiday ?

def halloween & always has been ! i luv the halloween aesthetic, how pretty it looks, the foods, etc ! and i luv hanging out w/ my friends on halloween & dressing up ! (i rly wish it was halloween rn T-T)

- guilty pleasure ?

being an asmr addict. i literally watch it every single day, i don’t think that’s normal💀

- something that makes ur day better ?

i honestly think i have lots but i luv 2 hear my friends boosting my confidence up & telling me nice things ! also happy music ! hi high is my go to !

- pet peeves ?

i think this is kinda weird but… warm toilet seats & loud ppl & unorganized things / ppl

- a song that gets u dancing immediately ?

hi high, fancy, love dive, gashina, bboom bboom, ddu du ddu du, the feels, my bag, o.o, run2u, savage, black mamba, step back, tomboy, up!, pop!, & lots more !

- fav season ?

summer 4 sure ! ima just rank them : 1. summer 2. fall 3. spring 4. winter ! fall is a close second just bc of halloween & pumpkin spice shit

- coffee or tea ?

def tea, i actually hate coffee sm. plus tea is just sm better

- if u were an idol, what positions would u have?

main dancer & sub or lead rapper

thank u 4 reading, luv <3

#Spotify

[fandomlit]

secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara​

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date. 

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

..

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

..

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

..

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

..

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

forever tags <3 @bombardia @simonsbluee @ari-shipping-stuff @cheshirecat107 @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof

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Cheer You Up, Calm you Down (Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa)

Life is full of ups and downs! And the downs can come in all forms. But no matter what it is and how you seek to be comforted, these boys will have your back.'

A/N: This is part 3 in the series! All the boys are given different Y/Ns with different personalities and specific scenarios. They can all be read as either platonic or romantic - you decide

Warnings: Language; mentions of stalking in Mattsun's

Oikawa Tooru: With a Baddie Y/N

That bitch.

Honestly, this was not what you needed on a Tuesday morning. And before you had even had caffeine? Unacceptable.

Hate comments on your posts were something you were used to. Now, at no point did you think they were right in any way. You’re the embodiment of ‘bad bitch’ energy, and nothing anybody said would convince you otherwise. But what really gets under your skin is when your cousin comments passive aggressive BS to try and get up in your business.

And you were patient, too. You let it slide the first, like, seven times. But when she dropped a “if you’re a pick me that’s desperate for a boyfriend, you can just say that” under a carefree selfie of yours, you lost your cool.

You are many things, but being a ‘pick-me’ and ‘desperate’ were not among them. You pride yourself on your independence and self-assured aura. So that type of slander on your feed was where you drew the line.

Instantly, you text your best friend.

You: Bitches really do be tryna start shit.

Oikawa: It's me I’m bitches

Lol but seriously what’s happening

You: [image attached] lol

Oikawa: ??? excuse me

Who tf are they and what’s their problem?

You: She’s my cousin and idk she hates me for some unknown reason

Have you not seen her comment before?

Oikawa: No I usually just stare at your pretty pictures I don’t bother with the weirdos in your comments

But I guess I should start

Block her b

You: I CAN’T she’s literally my cousin

Knowing her she would tattle like the brat she is to my mom

I’m literally SO MAD why tf is she coming at me like this??? like?

Oikawa: what are we, 3?

But also ok I get that

How are you feeling tho

You: eh.

Oikawa: you wanna talk about it?

You: Like, idk.

I’m not desperate. I don’t think I come off that way at least, yk? That’s just not my vibe and the thought that someone thinks that I am is like…. Idk it makes me feel a lil sucky. Cuz I worked up to the self confidence I have. And I don't want to be in a public relationship rn but I don’t like the idea of coming off as desperate at allllll ugh WHY TF IS SHE COMING AT ME

Sorry that was a lot lol

Oikawa: first off-

Ur fine lol

You’re not desperate. You could literally be with any man, woman, person you wanted, you're that hot. You’d only date the worthy so don’t let ANYONE tell you off for having standards and just being confident and sharing your confidence

Cannot believe some irrelevant side character managed to make my lovely Y/N all bothered. Smh. Lemme see a pic of this girl.

You: [image attached] here’s her insta

Oikawa: LMAO

Babe

She’s so jealous

She literally WISHES she was you omg

I mean I also wanna be you ur hot

But yeah I think this is definitely coming from a place of insecurity and projection. She can’t get on your level, so she’s tryna just drag you down to her level, yk?

If I ever see this girl in person tho, that won’t end well

For her.

I’ll be fine

Uh also check insta :)

Unsure of what Oikawa is talking about, you swipe over to instagram. You pause, a smile growing over your face in confusion and amusement as you see what the Seijoh boys had posted.

Matsukawa had posted a pic of you two from one of your shopping adventures. He had it captioned “Can’t be a pick-me when they’re literally the one who gets to do the picking- gottem.”

Hanamaki had posted an iconic selfie of the two of you, captioning it “The only time Y/N and 'desperate' should be in the same sentence is when I’m telling Y/N how desperate I am for them 🥵.” You laugh at that one.

Iwa posted your favorite pic of you two - when you had gone to the gym and took a pre-workout mirror snap, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He opted for no caption, but it said a lot.

You: AYO WHAT IS THIS

Oikawa: Ur unbothered nature is always so admirable and should stay that way. So I had the boys do the dirty work ;)

You: With insta posts?

Oikawa: Ye ok SO

I checked and found out she follows all 4 of us LOL who woulda known. So she’ll see them. A lil shade never hurt anybody~

You: Y’all are too much.

Oikawa: I woulda posted literally a collage of all our pics together but, I don’t want my fangirls to get on your ass. You’re dealing with enough rn

You: Tooooo much Tooru

Oikawa: You love me though ;)

You: Yes I do

my petty king <3

Oikawa: hehe I like the sound of that

Hanamaki Takahiro: With a fuming Y/N

You stared at your phone in disbelief.

Hey, so I already have 2 roommates and most apartments can’t house more than 3 people ~ so I can’t room with you anymore. Sorry.

Complete, and UTTER bullshit. Every bit of it. It was only 2 days prior that you’d talked to them about your plan to be roommates, which you’d been planning for for over a year. And you knew for a fact that apartments with more than 3 people were definitely in existence.

But you weren’t going to waste a bit more of your time on someone like that. “Ah, okay,” you text back.

Thanks for being so understanding :)

Tsk. Please.

You’re fuming at the texts, doing everything you can to mitigate your impulsive desires to go off on them, when you hear a triple knock at your door. You swing it open to see Hanamaki leaning against your doorway. He looks so relaxed with his hands buried deep into his pockets, a coy smirk playing on his lips.

“Heya you ready to go to-” he pauses, scanning your face, his eyebrows furrowing. “-what. Who died.”

You scoff at his brash remark, ready to slam the door on him, but he catches it.

“Was it your cat? I know you don’t have a cat but still.”

You chuck your phone over to Makki before you jump onto your bed.

“Read it.”

“I’ll read it, but on the way.”

“On the way where?”

“You forgot? We’re meeting with Mattsun and his girl. His best friends can’t be pulling up late AND in a bad mood, so I’m gonna deal with both at the same time.”

“At the same time?”

“Double homicide.”

You roll your eyes at the dumb reference. “Fine.”

As you both walk out of your freshman dorm, Makki’s one hand stays in his pocket while the other holds your phone. Once outside, he extends your phone back to you so you can unlock it, and it’s only a minute later that Makki stops in his tracks.

“What,” you ask.

“What typa bullshit is this?”

“That’s what I’m saying!!”

“Haven’t y’all been planning to room together since the beginning of this year?”

“Yeah.”

“Bullshit!!!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be making me feel better?”

“Fuck that, I’m just as mad as you are.” He sighs and checks your phone again - now for the time. “Shit. I really don’t wanna be late again... Mattsun is gonna kill me.” He grabs your hand and begins to tug you along, and you can’t help but laugh at the way he’s storming down the sidewalk. “Listen to me. They ain’t all that great anyways. You’re like, top tier roommate material. Finding a better roommate and a better housing situation will be a cakewalk for you.”

That reassurance really was what you needed just now. You couldn’t help but wonder if you weren’t likable enough to live with, or what the matter was. But knowing that fun and chill Makki deemed you a good roommate felt nice. But that didn’t change the fact that-

“I still don’t like being snaked.”

“I don’t like it either. Fuck them. But you probably dodged a bullet.” Makki huffs as he squeezes your hand, signaling you to stop. He puts your phone in his free pocket and pulls out his phone at the same time (he evidently forgot that letting go of your hand is also an option). As his thumb taps away at google maps, he scans the area before starting up again, “if they’re a snake, you wouldn’t wanna be living with them. They at least revealed their true colors sooner than later. Just take the high ground and cut them off now. It’s clean for you and it’ll bite them in the ass sooner than later.”

As Makki finally guides you to the restaurant front door, he stops abruptly before turning towards you. “You okay for now?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m still salty, but a lot less mad now.”

“Good. Stay less mad. Cuz if you get really mad in there again, it’s over for the both of us.”

“Why both?”

“Cuz if you get mad, I’ll get mad with you. And that won’t be a good first impression on Mattsun’s girl, will it?”

“I don’t know - we’re already 20 minutes late, I don’t know how much worse we could make it.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault we got lost!”

It definitely was his fault. But it’s your turn to grab his hand and tug him into the restaurant, laughing.

Matsukawa Issei: With a Y/N who hides their feelings

The tiles in your kitchen are icy, stinging the bottom of your feet as you gently pace in circles, the ringer of your phone vibrating in your ears until you hear him pick up.

“Hey, what’s up?” His deep voice feels a little muddled over the phone, but the warmth is ever present. You sigh in relief a little just at the sound of it.

“Mattsun.”

“That is my name, yeah.”

You dryly chuckle, “Hello, I need to talk to you.”

“I figured- that’s usually why you make a phone call.” You swear you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“I’m kinda pissed off right now.”

“Mkay. What pissed you off?”

And so you tell your story. You were talking to this guy a few months ago, 5 months ago maybe? And he started to show a lot of red flags so you cut him off and thought that it was the end of it. You kept ghosting him whenever he texted you, and it was all fine until he had joined the club you were in. He kept tryna insult you, attack you, do anything to get a reaction out of you, and he would text you after every attempt. But you’d never respond. That seemed to be the best option.

That was until one day he sent you a picture of your address. He’d somehow gotten your mail, and he sent a picture of the mailing address with your name on top, which you just shrugged off as a mistake on the end of the postal office.

You were just mad that he’d not stopped texting you and attacking you, and you didn’t know what else to do about it at this point. You just felt like ranting, is all you said.

“...Y/N what the fuck.”

“He’s so annoying, right?”

“How long ago did this happen?”

“It’s been a couple of days.”

“Did he say anything with the text when he sent you your address?”

“No, it was just a picture of my mail.”

“...Y/N, where are you right now?” It was hidden, but you could hear the panic in his voice.

“I’m...I’m home right now.”

“Do you feel safe?”

One thing you always had to hand to Matsukawa was that, although he looked half asleep and sometimes played dumb, he was very vigilant. He knew what was up. And he just so happened to exactly know the question that you’d been trying to avoid.

“Not really…. No.”

“You should’ve called earlier, Y/N. Are your parent’s home?”

“...no, it’s just me.”

“Then I’m coming over right now. You stay put.”

"Okay," Your voice betrays you and reveals your stress.

"Hey," He calls out before hanging up, "You're gonna be alright, okay? "

“Thank you, Mattsun.”

“I’ll be there in 5.”

When you open the door, you see the concern glistening in Mattsun’s eyes. “Can I come in?” He tugs his shoes off before stepping inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Opening his arms, he walks towards you before protectively wrapping his arms around your back.

“Why didn’t you say anything till now, sweetheart?”

Your heart stutters at the nickname. You knew he only called you anything endearing when he was really worried.

“I didn’t want to…”

“Worry me?”

“That, and I didn’t really wanna accept it, I think. It’s a bit weird, right?”

“More than a bit weird. I don’t wanna freak you out but I also have to be real with you… he has your address now. Which he didn’t have before. And he let you know he has it, but didn’t say anything else….”

“I know. It’s weird. And I’m kinda scared, too. Maybe I’m just being paranoid-”

“Noooo. Don’t start that.” Mattsun cuts you off, holding your shoulders. “ I’m so fucking tired of watching people I love feel stupid because they’re afraid. Afraid of people who made them feel unsafe. That shit doesn’t add up.” Mattsun drops to your height, his large hand gently holding your neck. “Your feelings are valid, sweetheart. He’s a creep, and it’s okay to be afraid of him.” Grabbing his hand, you tug his grip around your back and lean into his chest. “Thank you, Mattsun.”

“No problem." He muffles into your hair, holding you for a bit. "Now let’s go.”

“Where?”

“We’re gonna buy you a knife. And some pepper spray. If he even dares try and come up to you anywhere, make his life absolute hell.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“But don’t worry too much. If me, Iwa, Oikawa, or Makki are around, you won’t even have to lift a finger. We’ll beat the shit out of him ourselves.”

Notes:

Mattsun's and Makki's are the exact situations I'm going through rn lmao.

Y/N's cousin from Oikawa's proceeded to unfollow all of the Seijoh boys and delete her comment from Y/N's post. Dubs.

I don't know if anyone remembers that "damn, Double homicide" tiktok audio but that's what I was referencing in Makki's.

Mattsun told Makki and Y/N a time that was 15 minutes early because he knew they would never be on time.

But they were late anways. Mattsun was gonna be mad at Y/N and Makki - but then he saw the way they held hands and said nothing.

Mattsun and Iwa saw Y/N's stalker in the city and threatened him till he cried :) (God I wish this was true lmao)

Oikawa's Y/N is inspired by my best friend.

OIkawa was gonna post but then

Lemme know how the characterizations were on this one!

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[creatureofmystry]

MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke. 

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

_

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

_

3) “Pen Pals” 

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so). 

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink. 

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

_

4) “Mari and Mar’i” 

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes. 

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…] 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

_

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work. 

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.” 

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.” 

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff. 

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before. 

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

_

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can. 

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms] 

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-” 

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family. 

_

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country. 

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #no ships stated #but add them if you want #headcannons #maribat #marinette dupain-cheng #marinette x dc #marinette x batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #hal jordan #nightwing #batman #red robin #robin #green lantern #diana prince #wonder woman #just a bit of salt #jason todd #red hood #koriand'r #starfire #mar'i grayson #nightstar #writing #klepto mari

[ceiling-painted-white]

Hey!! Sooo, you asked for requests so I am here :] may I request Sal helping his s/o study? It's exam week and the most studying of done is a kahoot. I have 0 motivation :')

Also, I really like Ur pfp AND if you like, name Ur anons could I be tired anon? You'll probably see me in Ur inbox alot lol <3

ah thanks! ofc you can be tired anon! i love this request seeing as i’m currently procrastinating on some homework and studying rn. hope your exams go well! <3

(i didn’t know if you wanted hc’s or a oneshot, so i wrote hc’s because i had more ideas for them, but if you want a oneshot, lemme know and i’ll write you one!!) 

sal helping his s/o study - gn!reader

✧✿ he tries to help you in every way possible

✧✿ fr, literally anything he can do to help, he’s doing it before you even askkk

✧✿ asks about your learning style and tries his best to pander to that

✧✿ if flashcards work for you, you bet he’s making some for you

✧✿ visual learner? he’ll color code the heck out of your studying material and add little drawings to help you understand

✧✿ if your teacher/professor explained the material in a way that was confusing for you, he’ll go over the resources your teacher made for teaching and tries to explain them in a way that makes more sense

✧✿ i actually had a dream about him doing my missing assignments for me, so just imagine like

✧✿ if you couldn’t muster up the motivation to do an assignment he’d do it for you if you wanted <3

✧✿ if you need to pull an all-nighter, he’s up the entire time with you for moral support and such :)

✧✿ no like seriously, he doesn’t care if he’s gotta physically hold his eyes open, he wants to help as much as possible and he’d totally miss a night of sleep for you 

✧✿ encourages you to take breaks and not overwork yourself

✧✿ after all, its hard to focus and retain information if you’re exhausted

✧✿ i could see him setting alarms so you can study for 30 minutes and take a 5 minute break in between, its a pretty good study method 

✧✿if you’re super stressed, HE WOULD 100% BRING GIZMO FOR U TO PET LIKE PLS, EVEN THO I’M ALLERGIC TO CATS ALL I WANT IS TO DISTRESS BY PETTING GIZMO WITH SAL-

✧✿ brings you coffee/energy drinks/tea (depending on which one you prefer!), but makes sure you don’t overdo it on the caffeine, he knows caffeine can be unhealthy!

✧✿ if you started thinking poorly of yourself, saying that you’re stupid because you aren’t understanding the material, or that you’re a failure, etc. pls he’d shut that down so quickly, refuses to hear you saying bad things about yourself :(

✧✿ reassures you that you’re not stupid for not understanding the assignments/tests, and that everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses when it comes to learning subjects, and that it’s nothing to feel bad about

✧✿ your grades and test scores don’t determine your intelligence or worth :)

✧✿ when (not if, i believe in u) you pass your exams and tell him, he’s so excited for you, takes u out wherever u want to celebrate :))

#tired anon #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher hc #sal fisher x y/n

[myhoneststudyblr]

heyy sooo my finals are coming up and im facing some SERIOUS problems concentrating. like its not exactly due to distractions or anything, im just not exactly studying properly i guess?? what im doing rn is im like skimming through my chapters instead of properly focussing on them! and i get all fidgety while studying! and idk what to do about this! you look like someone who's smart and i wanted to ask if u had any advice for my predicament!!! i looked up concentration techniques and half of them were talking about distractions but the thing is im notttt getting distracted!!!! im just,,,, not giving it my best and doing a half assed job at this ;-; (could this be because of coffee or something? i might've had some to wake me up but it wasnt like,,,, insane amounts of caffeine! i mean ive worked on worse and im not even sleep deprived)

hi anon! this definitely sounds like a bit of a predicament. so first of all, i can't speak about the coffee cause i don't drink it so i have no clue if that what it is!

thinking about what you said, i think what you need to do is give yourself concrete tasks to do. it seems like your studying at the moment is mainly just (re?)reading textbook chapters and if you aren't really in the mood to study then you just aren't going to be able to engage.

so what i would suggest is actually giving yourself a task to do - for example, if there are like end of chapter questions, do them, or write a summary of a particular section. make studying fun and interesting. you could write flashcards/mindmaps, or jokes, or use diagrams and cartoons - basically anything to get your mind engaged and to make studying fun.

i would also recommend having a little look through my masterpost of advice! you might be able to find some stuff that could help in there! here are some particular posts i would recommend:

How To Study When You Really Don’t Want To

7 Strategies to Improve Concentration

Common Study Mistakes

Active Revision Techniques 

The OSCAR Revision Model

Quick, Click and Stick Memory Strategies

Unusual Study Tips

Why You Need to Think Like a 4 Year Old

i really hope that this will help you out and best of luck with your finals! let me know how they go!

#my advice #ask #anon #answered #sophie speaks #me #text post

[fatphobiabusters]

Do any of the mods have trouble with finding ethical clothing? Even basic Walmart shirts are uncomfortably tight, cost like $30 each, and are destroyed within a few months. Better quality clothes end up costing upwards of $70+.

I recently found Shein and thought it was great that I could get some actually pretty clothes for a cheap price, but immediately got dogpiled by people telling me it isn't an ethical place to shop. I'm living on PWD and well below the poverty line; after all my basic bills are met I only have about $40 in my pocket for new clothes.

I can understand the concerns about it possibly being poor quality clothing, but if my choice is a $20-30 shirt that is wreck in a few months, or a $9 shirt that's wrecked just as quickly, it only makes sense for me to go with the cheaper option. I try to be ethical when I can, but at this point all my clothes are pretty much destroyed and it's almost impossible to find a good solution.

Really hitting the nail on the head here. Capitalism is a bitch. 

There's a quote I think about a lot: 

"The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet." 

If you need to buy fast fashion that will wear out to survive then do. We can only work in the systems that in place, even while trying to improve them (in this case we have to wear shitty clothes until more ethical and cheap options are available while advocating for the market) 

I find it frustrating too. I'm sure the other mods agree. None of (afaik) are particularly well off.  

 My mom knows how to sew so she can patch things for me, like my PJs which can look like crap and are comfy. (Bottoms are the hardest for me to find so these are the super critical ones to make last longer). But sometimes you'll reach a point you'll no longer be able wear a shirt. I cut them up as cleaning rags, for really nasty stuff that I don't want to use paper towel on (like cat vomit) that way the fabric has a short second life. There are crafts you can learn to do to use fabric scraps on, look up "sewing cabbage uses" or "fabric scraps projects" and try to give your scraps a second life. I personally try to reduce my waste as much as possible and have to accept something's have to be thrown out. (For instance I've moved on to body bar soap over body wash because I can't recycle the plastic bottles and bars of soap have less plastic. I drink pop/soda for caffeine over coffee or tea not only because I hate the taste of the two but also because my state has a return on those bottles which puts the plastic back into the system and makes me 10 cents per bottle. The fact every state doesn't at least have a 5 cent return is bullshit imo.) 

You just gotta do the best you can, sometimes you gotta do stuff you know is bad because your hand is tied while putting the pressure on the people who can change things. 

Sorry if this got way off base for you but thinking about trying to be ethical and environmentally friendly as a poor person, let alone a poor fat person just made me think of all this. 

I would say the tldr is I know I've been there, hell rn I'm wearing a dollar store t shirt as pjs. Until we have options we make do. 

#Ask #choose your muse #mod squirrel

[jannwrites]

ask meme: GROUPCHAT EDITION.

part i don’t even fucking know anymore

[TEXT]:  tony the tiger tops

[TEXT]:  choose NOT to see jesus !!

[TEXT]:  god if i wanted to be called slurs i’d just go to hurlock

[TEXT]:  drugs, a safer alternative to dabbling with the occult

[TEXT]:  stay ignorant to own the libs

[TEXT]:  the people Needed to know you could fuck the android

[TEXT]:  we are all mothman kin here in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  stayhydrayed 

[TEXT]:  I WAS RUNNIN ON VODKA SPRITE AND TORTELLINI

[TEXT]:  geoff beesüs.........

[TEXT]:  pov: ur a small dog hunting ronald reagan for sport

[TEXT]:  i'm about to beat up a senior citizen

[TEXT]:  going to therapy: cool. old people: fuck off.

[TEXT]:  we all kin the party mouse in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  he is every awkward gangly teenage boy’s fursona

[TEXT]:  see I'm fuckin right. this man will never watch doctor who because he has too much anime to watch.

[TEXT]:  we are all just plants with complicated emotions

[TEXT]:  atitpl (assigned trans in the parking lot)

[TEXT]:  i purchased a new gender at the walmart

[TEXT]:  literally an hour and a half ago i thought i was gonna crawl into bed but now i'm caffeinated and enraged for multiple reasons

[TEXT]:  cant talk rn, im doin hot girl shit [proceeds to lick the tiles]

[TEXT]:  we are all god's personal muppets, waiting to be vored

[TEXT]:  I CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH VORE-RELATED TOMFOOLERY AT ONCE

[TEXT]:  DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT FUCKING VORE UNTIL IVE VORED THOSE FUCKING HAMS

[TEXT]:  humiliate the left, guillotine daddy bezos

[TEXT]:  guillotine ceos to own the libs

[TEXT]:  his ass is juicy and has ruined lives

[TEXT]:  one foot in the grave and the other in an ice skate

[TEXT]:  are we not all, at our core, crunchy little raviolis

[TEXT]:  we are All the man in the mirror

[TEXT]:  i cant have common sense AND a fat ass thats just not how it works

[TEXT]:  i’ve got a fat ass and i will use it for evil

[TEXT]:  i think crowley would kin [name]

[TEXT]:  thanks now i'm gonna be thinking about his big ass mouth for the rest of the night

[TEXT]:  bernie sanders saying "the entire nation of ireland makes my dick soft"

[TEXT]:  "piss? stored in the balls. semen? stored in the neck."

[TEXT]:  livin with ur piss rice (and piss rice related crimes)

[TEXT]:  mustard crimes are a misdemeanor, piss rice crimes are a felony

[TEXT]:  thank u for my sexy muppet rights

[TEXT]:  awab (assigned wolverine at birth)

[TEXT]:  every day i log into twitter and i simp for fucking vampires

[TEXT]:  live ur best muppet gas station cashier life

[TEXT]:  assigned rancid at birth

[TEXT]:  STOP SCREAMING AT THE FRIDGE IT WONT FUCK YOU

[TEXT]:  i am. in love with a cowboy.

[TEXT]:  moose hunts you for sport [ASMR] (deep sea edition)

[TEXT]:  mothman has done nothing wrong ever and moose have done many things wrong

[TEXT]:  anti-moose propaganda in the group chat

#rp meme #rp ask meme #text starters #rp text starters #rp text meme #ask meme #these groupchat memes just grow exponentially more stupid with each one i post #* mine. #meme: text.

[lemonsandstrawberries]

A Slice of Comfort

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: December is a busy month and Tony and Steve spend the days separately, engrossed in their own work, until one text message.

length: 1 522

a/n: Merry Christmas! I am kinda putting my personal feelings into this fic, because as every year, December is a nightmare at work. anyway, hope you will stay safe and find a lot of joy in the Holidays! this fic isn’t based on any prompt, but was inspired by one of my exchanges with blue!anon and the cute pizza gif :D once again, Merry Christmas! 

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A Slice of Comfort

WHUMP.

"What the-?!" Tony jolted his head up, bleary eyes coming to focus. He looked around, slowly realizing that he was down in his workshop, a holographic screen in front of him and a ton of papers scattered all around. No immediate threat, just this throbbing pain in his forehead, when he had lost the fight against staying awake and slammed his head into the desk.

"Ow," Tony whined miserably, rubbing his forehead, trying to soothe the pain. December was a weird month. It could be the greatest when one was a kid, looking forward to the Holiday days, but became one of the most stressful times in adult life, when the Holidays coupled with the year ending and finishing all business work. Tucked in the corner of his lab, was a Christmas tree, real and smelling of a forest. It was in its most natural state for now as he still didn't find the time to decorate it with silver and blue ornaments, and as much as he loved Dummy, he didn't trust him with this task, his special bot setting on fire things just by standing next to them. That was some rare talent, Tony didn't figure out yet.

Tony had been working a lot, slept a little and finally, it had to gain on him. He just hoped he won't get a bruise on his forehead because that wouldn't be an attractive look for the annual Avengers and friends Christmas party. Festive food, gleaming decorations, and the biggest Christmas tree they could fit into the Avengers conference room. Tony was looking forward to those few days of comfort.

Speaking of comfort…

Tony could use some comfort. But his source of comfort was a lot of floors up, stuck in his own work environment, probably grounded during one of the infamous debriefings that went on and on. Even if Steve thrived in such setting, it was draining to take part and there were a lot of such meetings scheduled to happen before the end of the year.  

Still, Tony would take his chance. The worst would happen was Steve not texting him back.

‘Hey’

A simple message. Keep it short, in case Steve was too busy.

‘Hey, what’

A short message in reply just seconds after. Tony stared at the screen, knowing that Steve was busy, but this sounded cold and before he could decide to not bother his husband anymore, another message showed.

‘’S up, babe?’

The rest of the sentence. Tony’s lips quirked into a smile because of course, Steve was always loving. And Tony should be equally loving in return.

‘Not much. Resting my eyes from work. Could use some comfort rn’

‘Oh. Don’t worry, on the way’

Tony’s smile grew together with the warm feeling inside him. No matter how busy Steve was, he always managed to find some time for him. Seeing that that was settled, Tony just sent a red heart emoji, receiving a blue one back, and put his phone away. There was this pain in his back, so he stretched, reaching his hands up, thinking that before Steve would show himself he should get some work done, before who knows when he would resume. Feeling a new boost of energy, Tony sat back at the workbench.

After nearly 40 minutes, there was some knocking on the glass door. Tony didn’t understand, because Steve had his personal code, but maybe it was part of the fun. Like, waiting for your date to show up at the doorstep. Tony smiled fondly, thinking that Steve could be all orders and strictness, but was a romantic deep down, and romance wasn’t something they had a lot in their superhero lives. Tony went to unlock the door, just to find out that it wasn’t Steve on the other side.

“Huh,” was all Tony could say looking at Agent Coulson. In a dark suit, as always, smiling coyly at him. It was that smile that threw Tony off his balance.

“Mr. Stark,” Coulson nodded politely.

“Agent Coulson,” Tony nodded back.

“Captain Rogers sends his regards,” the agent continued, pointing Tony’s attention to a pizza box, one Tony didn’t notice before.

Well…

Taking a step back, Tony let Coulson walk in and set the pizza down on one of the work tables. So many questions and Tony couldn’t ask them. What was more, instead of leaving already, Coulson stopped at the table and looked at Tony, still smiling in a weird manner, looking oddly proud.

“What, you waiting for a tip?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Coulson smiled brighter as if just waiting for Tony to snark at him and being satisfied with what he got. “Good day, Mr. Stark,” he said and finally started to leave Tony’s sanctuary.

“Yeah,” Tony said to himself, but mock saluted Coulson on his way out, making the agent’s steps lighter.

So, basically, Steve had used one of the best, if not the best, agents SHIELD has ever hired to work as a glorified pizza boy. And the said pizza boy looked delighted with receiving direct orders from Captain America. Seriously, Tony had to fight an urge to chase Coulson down the corridor and wave his wedding ring into the agent’s face, but he was above such acts of childish jealousy.

The scent of tomato sauce and melted cheese distracted him. Cautiously, Tony made his way to the box, weary of Steve’s taste in pizza and not trusting it, being a firm believer that pineapple on a pizza was a federal crime, and flipped the lid open as if expecting pineapple to punch him in the face. None of that happened. Pepperoni slices, doused in a hot sauce squirted as a smile, looked at him invitingly.

Tony wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, that wasn’t what he ordered (pun intended) and Steve instead of bringing his ass to the workshop, sent pizza as if silencing him with food. On the other hand, the hunger pangs in his stomach started and Tony efficiently had quieted them with work and caffeine, but couldn’t control it anymore, not when the scent of hot and delicious pizza was filling his whole workshop.

Well, that wasn’t the slice of comfort, but he would take a slice of pizza anyway.

Or maybe more than one slice.

Fueled on pizza Tony kept working until evening and it was then when he finally saw Steve. Back on their floor, his soldier still engrossed in some paperwork which Tony interrupted by dumping the pizza box in the middle of the documents.

“This wasn’t what I meant,” Tony said simply, taking a stern approach.

Steve blinked, smiling from the couch at his husband, showing tired, blue eyes that sparked in amusement. “But you still ate it, right?”

Tony narrowed his eyes, not liking how easily Steve could read through him. When it came to food, Tony’s mind worked in a simple way - he saw food, he ate it. There was no point in wasting a good pizza and pout that your husband was too busy for an impromptu make out.

“Not the point,” Tony answered in an offended voice, but still made his way to Steve and sat on his lap, straddling the soldier. He put his head on Steve’s shoulder, efficiently blocking the way to the documents, just like a very stubborn cat. Steve allowed that and leaned to the back and wrapped hands around his husband, putting them at the small of Tony’s back. It was so comforting and they both took a deep breath, feeling as if it was the first one today.

Steve turned his head and whispered into Tony’s ear, lips brushing over the shell. “I am guessing you didn’t leave me any pizza?”

Tony’s shoulders shook with a laugh because it was one of the least sexy things said in the sexiest way. “You don’t like hot sauce. You say it burns your tongue.”

“Oh, so you did it for my well being?”

“Correct.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Steve praised in an exaggerated way, kissing his husband’s jawline.

That was nice. The flickering lights in the background, coming from their private Christmas tree reminded Tony that he should be nice too. “Thanks for the pizza. I was getting hungry down there.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve said happily, already knowing that Tony appreciated that, but it was nice to hear him say the words. “Just for the record, you would be happier to see me than pizza, right?”

The answer should be obvious. Just Tony took a second too long to answer when he thought about the divine combo of melted mozzarella and spicy pepperoni on a thin crust. “Well - ack!” Tony yelped, suddenly knocked down on the couch, yelp changing into laughter when hands latched to his sides and quick fingers kneaded the soft skin. “AH! Waitwait hahahaa! I dihihihidn’t say anythihihing!”

And Tony didn’t have to, because Steve knew the answer anyway, but he needed his own slice of comfort and he kept smiling beautifully as he watched Tony wriggle and laugh underneath him. And Tony, just like Steve, would deny his husband anything.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #merry christmas! #tickle fic #briefly at the end #ticklish!tony #tony stark is ticklish #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #humor #humor and fluff #domestic fluff

[thiswasinevitableid]

Have you seen the post going around about the zoom class with one guy and his full streamer setup vs the guy whose just in the middle of the woods? I know you have a prompt list rn but I’m just saying there’s a sternclay fic in there somewhere...

It is! Here you go!

Life is better with order. Or, at the very least, with some attempt at patterns, organization, or consistency. 

Which is why Stern has carefully arranged his desk, his chair, and his equipment in the background. Streaming as a hobby and a side hustle means he has some (okay, a lot) of practice making his digital self look just right. He needs to make a good impression on the first day of the semester.

Unlike some people. 

“Holy shit man, are you in the woods?” Duck, the guy in a “Monongahela National Forest” shirt, grins as he asks this of another student whose screen consists of a forest clearing, a log, and the name “Barclay.”

“Yeah. Hang on, lemme finish getting the phone balanced.”

“Dude, that’s like, way better than my background” this comes from Jake, in front of a poorly rendered half-pipe. 

“Can’t really take credit for it, just where I ended up.” Barclay sits down, and Stern gets his first look at a man so tall he barely fits in the frame, with a short, coppery beard and an honest-to-god man-bun.

Damn west coast schools. 

“How is your battery going to last long enough for class?” Stern leans back in his chair, certain Barclay will have “battery trouble” halfway through as an excuse to cut out early.

Barclay smiles, lifting up a small green and black rectangle, “solar battery. Not everyone needs fancy gadgets for school.” He aims a pointed stare at Sterns set-up. 

“It’s important to have the right equipment.”

“Whatever you say, man.” He lifts a cup of iced coffee into the frame, sipping it through a straw. It’s the picture of relaxation, as if nothing is wrong in the world. As if this is all totally normal. 

Stern wants to reach through the  screen and slap some sense into him. Preferably while he’s shirtless.

He chalks that thought up to not having gotten laid since last December and pulls up his note taking software as Professor Chicane enters the room.

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Private Chat 9/20/20

Duck (he/him): I timed it, we’re already at ten minutes of arguing.

Indrid (he/him): I know Ned enjoys their demonstrating the different modes of rhetoric, but this is a bit extreme.

Duck: To be fair, Joe does seem kinda uptight.

Indrid: Yes, but Barclay should know by now that zeroing in on him during our practice debates only results in this.

Duck: Yeah. Oh shit, are they for real wrapping up you think?

Indrid: We can only hope. Skype me tonight?

Duck: Of course, sugar.

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What is Joseph’s problem? He’s got a set-up that would make a pro-vlogger jealous, what looks to be a well-lit apartment with some houseplants and the kind of coffee-cups that are weirdly lacking in personality. His clothes are immaculate, his hair slicked back as if he;s in a business meeting rather than an online class in the midst of a chaotic world. So why is he acting like everything is terrible? And why is he always arguing with Barclay, when there are plenty of other people in the class to disagree with?

“Now” Mr. Chicane’s voice booms through the tiny speaker on his phone, “if you all had a chance to read over the instructions, we will begin the first mock debate. Do we have any volunteers?”

He and Joe raise their hands at the same time. Mr. Chicane raises an eyebrow.

“While I appreciate your eagerness, gentlemen, I would like two other volunteers this time.”

That’s fine by him. It’s not like he likes listening to Joseph get all wound up and passionate, making everyone on the call sit up and take notice of him. It’s not as if he enjoys being the center of his focus. 

Nope, not at all.

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Private chat 10/11/20

Jake (he/him): Dudes, did you see who got paired up on the final project?

Aubrey (she/her): Chicane must be getting them back for all the times they’ve hijacked discussions. 

Duck (he/him): Man, for their sake I hope it works out.

Indrid (he/him): This is going to be a disaster.

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“Are you out of your mind!” Stern is talking before Barclay’s video is fully on. 

“Nope. And you don’t have to yell, my speaker works just fine.”

“You’re outside, for all I know there’s a ton of ambient noise.”

Barclay, phone obviously in his hand as he walks through the trees, groans.

“And don’t try to derail this; how can you possibly suggest I come out there so we can do the project in person? We’re supposed to be limiting travel and gatherings.”

“Look, Joseph, we both agree that trying to generate our own cryptid hoax is the best way to demonstrate all the techniques Ned wants us too, right?”

“Yes” he hides his answer behind the rim of his coffee mug. 

“We’ll do a way better job if we work in the same space. And if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had any human contact in three weeks; all quarantined up, unlike whatever you’ve been doing in the city.”

He sets the mug down with a thunk, “I haven’t been out in a month. And before that was only for one grocery run and a hospital visit.”

“Uhhh-”

“I cut my hand cooking. So. Yeah.”

Literal crickets chirp, courtesy of Barclay’s end of the line, as the silence stretches on.

“If it helps, it’s real easy to stay isolated here, and I’ve still got utilities and everything.”

“And you’re not subsisting only on MREs or granola or something?”

A deep chuckle, the kind that makes his skin prickle, “Nope. That much I can promise.”

Stern glances around the studio apartment, clean and empty. 

“What’s your address?”

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Look, all Stern is going to say is that he’s seen and read plenty of stories that start with a cabin in the woods and none of them end well. Which is why he’s still sitting in his car, parked beside a beat-up Subaru, rather than knocking on the door. 

Breathe in, five counts. Out for four. Repeat four times. 

Waiting for him on the door is a note.

Joseph,

Key under mat, make yourself at home. 

Barclay. 

He brings in his bags (a matching set of three, a gift from his aunt last year), placing them in the tiny guest room. It’s not much more than a bed, a dresser, and a tiny table. But there’s a heating unit below the window looking out into the woods, which is pretty pleasant. He’ll be keeping the blinds closed at night, though; he hates the thought of something being able to look in. 

Stern’s busy evaluating the laundry closet when the front door opens. 

“Hey, glad you found the place okay.”

Barclay stands in the doorway, a basket full of fruit in one hand. He’s remarkably kempt for a man living in the woods and that, combined with the deep voice being even richer in person and the fact Stern has to actually look up to meet his eyes, has him stumbling for words. 

“Your directions were very thorough. Thank you. Um. I put my things in there, should I, um-”

“I can give you the grand tour.” The taller man sets the basket on the dining table, notices Sterns puzzled expression “there’s a piece of property about a mile thataway that has orchards they don’t really use. They let me come and pick whenever i want, less for them to clean up.”

Barclay keeps up a steady monologue as he shows him the cabin. The lower level is the living room and dining area, a kitchen which leads onto the back deck, Sterns room, and a bathroom. As the cabin is A-frame, the upstairs is Barclay’s room, all dark wood and pine colored plaid. It’s as Barclay is telling him about the woodpecker that sometimes nests in the eaves that he realizes why he’s talking so much.

He’s nervous. 

Neither of their nerves improve when he gets to his last point of order. 

“Uh, so, the bathroom downstairs is only a half-bath.”

“So...if I want to shower, which I do, I have to come up here.”

“Yeah.” Barclay scratches the back of his neck, “sorry. I don’t, like, sleep naked or anything so we should be fine.”

“Disappointing.” Stern sighs, only to sail past sarcastic and land face first in sincere. 

Barclay blushes, then shrugs, “Trust me, after the first night, you’ll see why.”

Stern does. He’s warm as long as he’s in bed, but the moment he ventures into the bathroom in the middle of the night he’s cocooned in cold. 

The morning brings cinnamon and coffee on the draft coming under the door. He plods into the kitchen in search of caffeine, finds Barclay in an pron, the counter covered in trays of dough. 

“Morning!”

“Morning. Coffee-”

“Right there, sugar and stuff’s in the cabinet above it, cream and such is in the fridge.”

Blessedly, there’s heavy cream to be found, and soon he’s sipping from an enamel mug emblazoned with a UFO made of veggies. 

“Is this all for your job?” Barclay mentioned he was a cook during an icebreaker. 

“Yep. Way it works is I bust my ass baking once or twice a day, and Thacker, who works with Mama at the Lodge in town, comes and takes them over there. Normally I’d just be there but, well, y’know.”

“Everything is on fire? Figuratively, I mean.”

“Sometimes literally too, but yeah.”

As he’s turning to grab his clothes and head showerward, Barclay adds, “You a scone man, coffecake man, or a cinnamon roll man?”

“Coffeecake?” It comes out hesitant. 

“There’s no right answer, man.” Barclay sounds amused, “what do you want?”

“Cake, definitely.”

“Cool. I’ll save you a slice.”

Once he’s showered and on the wi-fi, his day runs like normal; one lecture, reading, a research paper, his initial half of their project, and working either his copy-editing or transcription job in between, and planning his next stream. Barclay comes and goes, stops now and then to see if he needs anything, leaves a sandwich in front of him around dinner time. Then it’s time to crawl under the covers and dream of a less-stressful world. 

The next day, just before one, Barclay taps him on the shoulder. 

“Ready for class?”

“Yes…” He gestures to his laptop and notebook. 

“C’mon, join me out here, it’s way nicer, and we can share the phone.”

“Barclay, it’s  a nonsensical way to attend class, just stay in here with me! Even this set-up has to be better than the woods.”

“This set up. You mean my house?” All the friendliness leaves hi voice. 

“Yes. Look, I agreed to come out because you’re right, if we want to ace this thing that’s worth sixty percent of our grade, this is the place to do it; I don’t have to go along with the whole self-sufficient woodsman aesthetic while I’m here. “

“Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty far from self-sufficient. See you in class.” 

Stern stews through the entire session, but where he’d usually find something Barclay says to latch onto, he instead gnaws on himself. Why didn’t he just go with him? Why snap at someone who’s been nothing but nice since he got here?

Whatever the answer, how can he fix it?

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Barclay tromps back through the twilight, done with his second class of the day. If Joseph is in the main house, he plans to ignore him until tomorrow morning. That all goes out the window with the clank of dishes from the kitchen. 

Peering in reveals the other man bent over, pulling a casserole from the oven. He waits to announce his presence until Joseph is out of the danger zone, enjoying the view as he does. 

“Smells good.”

Blue eyes flick over to him as Joseph opens drawers, “it’s mostly cheese and chips, so I’m not surprised.”

“Servers are in that one.”

“Thank you. Nacho pie?” He scoops some into a bowl, holding it out. 

“Sure. Uh, look, Joseph I-”

Joseph holds up the server, “Wait. Before you apologize I, um, I wanted to say I’m sorry for my comments. And for being so...me-ish.” He sighs, staring at the utensil in his grip, “I’ve always been a little bit tense, tried to be polite and effective and friendly in spite of it. The last six months made that harder to do. I don’t love it when I can’t be organized, when normal systems go out of place. But that’s no excuse for being rude to you, even before you invited me here. You’re just so...you’re always so calm and relaxed, like nothing was wrong and I just honed in on that way more than made sense. I’m sorry.”

“If it makes you feel better, I kinda did the same thing. You’re always so put together, it looked like you had this organized life in the midst of this whole shitstorm. I feel lik everything is slipping away, like my world is just this cabin. I mean, I assumed you were seeing friends in the city, while I haven’t seen Mama in person since April. So” he sets the bowl down, rests his hand on Joseph’s shoulder, “I’m sorry too.”

Joseph laughs, softly, “turns out we both had failures of imagination, huh?”

“Yeah” he runs a hand over Joseph's back, “now come on, this dinner’s not gonna eat itself.”

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“You sure you don’t wanna wear the bigfoot costume?”

“Positive. Besides, it suits you.” Joseph finishes styling the fur on the head of the costume to look more realistic, “I just hope we get this done before that storm comes in; as mush as the rain would add to the mood of the scene, that’ll be hell to dry and you’ll be miserable. So, go lurk over there while I finish up getting the camera settings where they need to be.”

“Yes sir” Barclay pops the head on, leaves crunching as moves to his appointed tree. He smiles as he watches Joseph fiddle with the camera; things have been so much better between them these last two weeks. They trade off cooking dinner, study side by side, and watch movies or play games in the warmth of the heater. They have a similar sense of humor and taste in books, and are tidy to boot.   Joseph’s even come with him to listen to lectures in the woods, the pair sharing a thermos of coffee under the astonished gaze of their classmates. There’s just one problem. 

Barclay’s buried crush is now blooming in every direction. Animated, argumentative Joseph was attractive. Joseph, in all his moods and mannerisms, is devastatingly enchanting. He’s come close to telling him this, but the other man is his guest and also only here for another two and a half weeks, so a confession is setting himself up for heartbreak at worst and awkwardness at best. 

He almost blew it last night when they were washing dishes (Joseph scrubs, Barclay dries and puts away). 

“Last one.”

“Thanks, blue eyes.”

“What was that?”

“Uh, blue eyes? Like a, uh, a nickname?”

Joseph laughs, “Sounds like something from a Raymond Chandler book. I like it.”

On the plus side, if Joseph thinks it’s just a nickname and not a pet name, maybe Barclay can keep using it.

“Are you ready?’

He sticks up a hairy thumb and calls, “you know it, blue eyes.”

That same laugh as Joseph takes up his position. Maybe it’s the weird film over the costume’s eyes, but Barclay swears he sees a blush.

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Stern trawls through the search results. Their video is getting some traction, with two cryptid hunter sites claiming it’s credible footage. He’s making note of how the information spread, which threads lead to belief and which to doubt, when Barclay calls from upstairs. 

“Joseph? Little help?”

The other man is in the bathroom, and when Stern knocks he says, “Think the pilot light on the water heater went out again, all I’m getting is cold water. Can you go relight it?”

“Sure.” He gets to the stairs then, stops, “where’s the key to that closet?”

“Huh? Oh, shit, right, hang on” Barclay says at the same time as Stern’s “don’t worry, I can find it.” 

Which is why the instant he turns back into the bedroom is the same instant Barclay steps out of the bathroom, blue towel around his waist. 

Any blood that doesn’t head south goes instantly to Stern’s cheeks. 

“You okay there, blue-eyes?”

“It’s completely unfair how good you look without a shirt.”

He clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Idn’t ean to ay at out oud” The mumbled explanation makes Barclay smirk. 

“You like this, should see what’s under the towel.”

The unusually bold statement from Barclay kindles his own confidence.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, big guy.”

“Who says I won’t.” Barclay sits down on the edge of the bed, nonchalant and leaning back on his hands, “got plenty of time to make good on them.”

“We literally don’t. I go back in a week and two days.”

Barclay toys with the lint on the towel, “you could stay. Through break, through next semester, for however long you wanted.”

“Do you mean that?”

A shy nod, “I like having you around, Joseph. Even beyond the huge fucking crush I have on you I...everything is a little better when you’re around.”

“I, um, I guess it could work. We know next semester is online too, and so is work, so…” there must be variables missing, something he’s not seeing, some reason this is too good to be true.

“You want some space away from shirtless me to think about it?”

“That’d be great.”

Barclay stands, hesitates, then plants a quick kiss on his forehead, “take all the time you need, blue eyes.”

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Private Chat log 1/11/2021

Barclay (he/him): Did you see the look on Duck’s face when we turned up in frame together. 

Joseph (he/him): Yes. Pretty sure Aubrey yelled something about him needing to pay up. I wonder what the bet was. 

Barclay (he/him): Whatever it was, pretty sure I came out the biggest winner. 

Stern snorts, trying not to blush on camera, and leans over to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. 

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #taz amnesty #college AU

[hermannsthumb]

Idk if you doing requests or not rn buut, feriowind has been posting a bunch of vampire!Hermann and I needs some modern vampire Hermann and professor Newt...

uwu ily

SO I feel like I should open by saying a WIP fic with this concept by @coloredpencilroses exists and I Love it, so read High Stakes for something much better than this lol (and leave a nice comment). HAPPY OCTOBER!!!! warning for very mildly implied sexy stuff. EDIT: and of COURSE I forgot to tag @theloccent for my extremely belated fill for the “Vampire” square on my bingo card :/

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Newt has always been an extremely persistent type. He considers it, naturally, one his greatest strengths—no theory goes untested, no question goes unanswered, no experiment goes…well, unexperimented. You don’t get more PhDs than you can count on one hand if you’re not persistent. You don’t get a date with the hot new engineering professor down the hall if you’re not persistent, either, but Newt is finding this venture is taking a little more effort than usual. That’s fine, though. He likes challenges.

Dr. Gottlieb was hired by the university at the start of the semester, after the head of the engineering department—who’s nearing her seventies—finally decided she’d had enough and announced her retirement somewhat last minute. He is, frankly, unlike anyone Newt’s ever seen before, a weird combination of cheekbones, wide lips, and a turn-of-the-century old-fashioned air that carries over into everything from his wardrobe to the stiff way he carries himself. He wouldn’t look out of place in a black and white photograph, Newt thinks. Or maybe even the illustrations of a Dickens novel. That’s not why Newt’s into him, though—well, not the only reason why.

In the entire month and a half Gottlieb’s been here, he hasn’t spoken a single word to anyone his contract doesn’t require him to; when he is forced into conversation, he scowls and snaps and mumbles his way through before making a polite excuse as to why he needs to leave the room right now, immediately. No one knows anything about him other than the bare minimum—that his name is Dr. Gottlieb, he lectures in engineering, and he exists. Shit, Newt doesn’t even know his first name. The little plaque outside his office just says Gottlieb.

The mystery just makes Gottlieb all the more alluring to Newt.

Anyway, his continued failures in winning Gottlieb over aren’t a result of a lack of trying. On Gottlieb’s first day, Newt stopped by his office to introduce himself. He didn’t bother knocking. Maybe that was his first mistake. “I’m Newt,” he said. “My office is a few doors down from you. You’re the new department head?”

Gottlieb looked stricken, but he nodded. “Yes,” he said. He didn’t say anything else.

“Cool,” Newt said. “Anyway, I’m technically in the bio department, but I teach a few interdisciplinary courses with engineering, so I requested they stick me over here to get a bigger office.” He cracked a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb said.

Newt tried again the next day.

“Your office is so dark,” he said, conversationally, because it was—lights all off, books stacked up everywhere, maroon drapes drawn tightly in front of the single small window. Dark and stuffy. “Feel free to stop by my office whenever you want a break from it. I have a corner one, so I have two windows.”

“I requested this office,” Gottlieb said, not looking up the article he was marking up.

Newt became desperate by his third attempt and did something that’s left him burning with shame even now, weeks later, and that would probably warrant the immediate transfers of sleep-deprived engineering majors out of all his courses if word ever got out it was him: he deliberately broke the department coffee machine. “Man, I can’t believe that thing is busted again,” he declared to Gottlieb. “Good thing I have a Keurig in my office.” Newt had gone out and purchased a Keurig immediately before destroying the coffee pot. “Seriously, come by whenever you need caffeine.”

Gottlieb blinked at him, long and slow, and Newt had the strangest sense that he knew exactly what happened to the coffee pot. “I never drink… coffee,” Gottlieb finally said.

For all Newt’s troubles, the list of things he knows about Gottlieb has expanded by two pitiful points: that his accent is English and posh, and his voice is low and sexy. Helpful.

It’s a chilly day in late October when Newt finally decides to enlist the aid of his interdisciplinary undergrads. Some of them—he learned after poking around their registration records—have a seminar with Gottlieb, and they seem his best bet at learning anything. A spouse—a first name—Newt would take Gottlieb’s favorite color, even. “So,” he starts class, unwinding his scarf off his neck, “that Dr. Gottlieb sure is weird, huh?”

In Newt’s firsthand experience, undergrads love to gossip about their professors, and his certainly don’t disappoint. Gottlieb’s classes are all held in the basement of the engineering building. All run well into the evening, after the sun’s set—most not finished until nine—and Gottlieb hustles out of the lecture hall the moment he can. He walks with a cane and a slight limp. He always dresses like that. He’s never mentioned any sort of family, and wears no wedding ring. He’s scary good at math. No one knows his first name.

“You’ve been an invaluable help,” Newt tells them all seriously.

He mulls the new information over in his office later as he grades some tests. So Gottlieb is a bit of shy, reclusive, genius. No surprise there. Well, his apparent hatred of sunlight is kind of weird (if unsurprising, given how pale he is) but maybe he just has sensitive eyes or something. Who is Newt to judge? At least he knows how to improve his next plan of attack—he just has to ask the guy to come over and sit in a dark room in silence with him. That’s probably Gottlieb’s dream date, actually.

There’s a knock on Newt’s office door. Newt looks up and drops his pen: it’s Gottlieb.

“Uh. Hey, dude!” he squeaks, unsure of how to proceed in this entirely unfamiliar territory. Gottlieb, willingly interacting with him? Willingly leaving his office? “Is there…can I help you with something? Did you want that coffee after all?”

“Most definitely not,” Gottlieb says coolly. He’s standing far enough back from the door that not a single sliver of lamp light from Newt’s office hits him, instead shrouded by the shadows of the dark engineering department. Newt didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “My students informed me that you were interrogating them about me.”

It’s not a question. Newt is struck by a wave of nervousness that he doesn’t quite understand—maybe it’s the sour expression Gottlieb is giving him, something in those dark brown eyes that are piercing through Newt. He feels, foolishly and briefly, like cowering under his desk. He swallows. “Yes,” he says, and adds, stammering, “I mean—I wasn’t interrogating them. I was just asking a few questions.”

“Why?” Gottlieb says.

“Uh,” Newt says. “I guess I was…curious, about you?”

He works up the guts to look Gottlieb in the eyes; he sees Gottlieb’s eyebrows jump the tiniest fraction of an inch. “You’re attracted to me,” Gottlieb says, another non-question, though Newt hears a flicker of surprise.

“Yeah,” Newt admits.

“I see,” Gottlieb says. Then, to Newt’s surprise, he suddenly smiles. “I’d like if you invited me over for dinner, Dr. Geiszler.”

“Dinner,” Newt says. He feels strangely dizzy; but, shaking himself, he quickly gets over it. “I mean, dinner! Yes! Shit! When?”

“Tonight, I should think,” Hermann says.

Tonight is Friday, which means they don’t have work tomorrow. By the time they make it off campus it’ll be almost ten—way later than people eat dinner—and besides, Newt already had a sandwich at around seven. Is dinner a euphemism? Is Gottlieb propositioning him? God, why didn’t he wash his sheets with the laundry this week? “Tonight,” Newt says. He stands up abruptly and grabs his leather jacket with trembling fingers. Why is he trembling? Nerves, he guesses. He’s about to hook up with total hottie Dr. Gottlieb, he’s allowed to be nervous. “Fuck yes. Let’s go now.”

Gottlieb is not impressed with the messy state of Newt’s apartment, and even less impressed with the state of Newt’s refrigerator and freezer. “Dinosaur chicken nuggets and canned Lime-A-Ritas,” he says with a sniff. “Hm. You ought to be getting more vitamins, Dr. Geiszler. I’m certain you’re deficient in something.”

“You sound like my dad,” Newt snorts. He throws his car keys on the counter and shrugs off his jacket. “There’s some leftover Chinese on the second shelf if you want it—just some lo mein. Or I could put a frozen pizza in the oven. Or I guess we could order something too?”

Gottlieb shuts the fridge door delicately. “How kind of you to offer,” he says. He doesn’t sound like he means it. Newt is suddenly struck by how bizarre a sight he is in the midst of Newt’s chaotic kitchen: buttoned up to the throat with his stupid shirt and blazer, prodding at the fraying lime lizard-shaped rug by the sink with the end of his ornately-handled cane. Out of time and out of place. 

“It’s Newt,” Newt says. “Please don’t call me Dr. Geiszler, it makes me feel ancient.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb says.

“And what,” Newt says, deciding to test his luck a little, “uh—what should I call you?”

Gottlieb considers him. “Hermann,” he says.

The name rings a bell in the back of Newt’s head. He swears he’s heard it somewhere before—an article, maybe. A book. Has he stumbled across Dr. Gottlieb’s research before without even realizing it? He’s on the verge of asking what publications Gottlieb’s been featured in when Gottlieb suddenly snags hold of his hand; then, raising it to his mouth, he kisses it. His lips are as cold as his skin. “Would you like to show me to your quarters, Newton?” he murmurs.

Newt shivers; he nods.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” Newt says aloud later, while Hermann redresses himself. “Now I know where I’ve heard that name before.”

“Yes?” Hermann says. He’s lacing up one of his Oxfords.

“I worked with his research in one of my dissertations,” Newt says. “Another Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, I mean. He was a brilliant mathematician from—God, 1830-something. German. His work was groundbreaking for the time, or shit, for our time, too.” He remembers seeing a portrait of that Hermann Gottlieb in one of his sources; the whole of the similarities between him and Newt’s Hermann Gottlieb (the dark eyes, the mouth, the cheekbones) are a little too much to be entirely coincidental. “You must be related to him, right? Like, he’s your great-great-great—”

“Yes,” Hermann cuts him off quickly. He turns to Newt and smiles. “A distant ancestor, certainly. I believe you are the first in some time to have made that connection.”

“Always thought he was cool,” Newt yawns. “Man, I’m tired.” The romp with Hermann had been fun, if not unexpectedly exhausting, and a little…out of the ordinary. The dude apparently has some sort of weird biting kink that left Newt’s neck stinging a little bit, but it’s cool, Newt doesn’t mind. It was like boning a vampire or something. Kinda hot. “Do you need me to show you to the door, or can I just stay here? I’m serious about spending the night though. I really don’t mind.”

Hermann fiddles with the laces of his other shoe, then, slowly, draws the whole thing back off. “If it’s not an imposition,” he says, and smiles again, shyly. “Though, I warn you—I’m a bit of a late sleeper.”

“Good, so I am,” Newt says. “Could you toss me the sweatshirt hanging on that chair? You can grab one for yourself too, if you’re cold, I’ve got another hanging in the closet. No, not--yeah, that door.”

They dip under the covers and get cozy, Newt taking on the task of big spoon, because Hermann is a cold sonofabitch and could use a little insulation. The last thought on his mind before he drifts off to a comfortable sleep is how strange it is he can’t feel Hermann’s heartbeat—though, he realizes, it’s probably just muffled by their clothing.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[hotchley]

Hi, it is i, bumblebee anon🥳✨

If you want to I’ll gladly tell u abt my hotchniss headcanons:) I think abt them way too much anyways. I’ve told one or two people about them but never rly put it on the internet cuz I’m quite nervous about what some people would say, I’ve gotten hate for shipping hotchniss before lmao so that wasn’t so nice, but ye

I kind of actually need to be sleeping rn bc I don’t get enough sleep anyway so I’ll just tell you the basic outline of them! If you wanna hear more just tell me and I’ll write you an essay on them!🥰

I’ve got like two main ones:

The first one is about young hotchniss, but less just about the feelings but about the ✨plot✨bc ems best friend had a camera and filmed literally anything that got in her way so she basically has on cam how em and aaron fell in love 👍👍 and I have all these headcanon abt what happens in some of the videos or what you see in the photos and ye🤗 additions would be their friend also making/filming their wedding video and/or the friend passing the legacy of the camera on to ems and aarona daughter: cue the chaos that ensues when a toddler gets a camera. Naturally, all the videos and pictures taken by their daughter are a lot more random and funnier. the team somehow finding all the videos and pictures and finding out about hotchniss that way

The second one is basically just: em and aaron have two children (don’t rly have names for them yet but I’ve been calling the boy jack even tho it feels wrong idk). It’s 2020, corona just began and their daughter and son come home from their respective colleges. Chaos ensues when they make a tiktok acc (and kind of go viral??) oh and aaron is retired and constantly doing stuff in the garden and Emily is unit chief and dealing well with the working from home thing. Just imagine the possibilities for the tiktoks, “things in our home with FBI agents that make perfectly sense: *thousands of alarms* *bullet proof glass* *weapons stored everywhere* *fbi mugs* *talking abt murder at dinner*”. Oh and I actually have one of the tiktoks written out lol wait let me find it. Here is it.

They do that „1 day in the life of an FBI agent“ thing and jack asks Emily when she usually wakes up so he can wake up at that time too. So they’re both in the kitchen at six and Emily makes herself a coffee but doesn’t want jack to drink one even though he’s fucking tired. And what you see in the tiktok is jack asking „mom why do you not want me to drink coffee at six in the morning again and why do u get to drink one“ Emily just continues her task without looking at him or the camera „well first of all I haven’t slept and second of all ur still so young I don’t want you to have a caffeine addicted“ jack raises an eyebrow „so you weren’t caffeine addicted when you were my age??“ „oh jack when I was your age I was addicted to stuff you don’t even wanna hear of“ „for example?“ she turns to face jack and with a deadpan face says „your dad?“

YE THATS IT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IM GOING TO SLEEP NOW GN ILY<33

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I'm putting everything below the keep reading, for easy scrolling x

You can always tell me about them!

Aww don't be nervous :((

Ugh, the ship hate really irritates me, if you don't like a ship, just leave it. Don't worry though. The only ship slander I will ever commit is shipping someone with their abuser, or Reid/Rossi and Reid/Gideon because... why?

(Also if someone wants to send you hate, they can fight me. /hj)

Yes! Sleep!! It's important!!

Oh my god, I love that. She's one of those friends that just KNOWS when two people are meant to be together, so even though Aaron and Emily are like: nooo, she's like: yesss!!

But then everything happens and she's like: oh... but then!! They find their way back to each other, and Emily never lets Aaron feel guilty for still loving Haley- because let's be honest, everyone is a little bit in love with Haley, and they're just perfect once more.

YES!! They have a daughter named Meredith Haley Hotchner-Prentiss because I say so, and the camera gets passed down to her, and although the photos are from the most random angles, and usually not very good, they mean everything to the parents and end up everywhere.

(I like to think Hotch gets one framed before him and Emily move in together/make their relationship public) and the team find out when they come round and Jack is like: look at my favourite photo!!

OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT SECOND ONE!!

I mean, I've already said I would want their daughter to be called Meredith Haley, but for a son... maybe Derek Jason? After his godfather and the man that was a mentor to his father for a few years?

I love the idea of them making TikToks! They would walk into Emily's meetings, and she would look so stressed and done with the job, then they would head out into the garden and Hotch would be like: look at my tulips!!

PFFT!! YOUR DAD!! Jack just lets out a groan, and leaves because they're both so embarrassing

I LOVED ALL OF THIS!!

AND YES! SLEEP!

#🐝anon #people talk to me #hotchniss

[ihidemydemons20]

Tagged by @ripleyuniverse

Favourite Colour: Black (and Purple when I feel ARMY pride or just not like being an emo bitch that day)

Currently Reading:.........fanfiction (don’t judge I don’t have the emotional stability rn to open myself up to totally new bodies of work)

Last Movie: Enola Holmes (for a fifth? time, yeah same thing don’t judge can’t handle much new input)

Last Series: Home After Dark (this show is fucking great, hate waiting week by week for s2 but already twt appletv that I’d like 10 seasons and the main actress replied so ☠️)

Coffee or tea: Neither, my only source of caffeine comes from soft drinks cause I’m still a fucking child (25 is not old, shut up I’m not ageing)

Sweet or Salty: Why choose, love sweet things and lick salt like one of those gravity defying goats- I’m going to die eventually (unless I become a billionaire and pay scientists to find a way to transfer my consciousness into a bio body)

Top 5 Songs on Repeat:

Permission to Dance- BTS (really the only true joy I’ve felt for weeks)

Best Friend - Yelawolf (I like to pretend I’m a hard bitch when truly I’m just a sad bitch)

The Lemonade Mouth, Star and Julie and the Phantoms soundtracks (again, socially repressed child)

An entire playlist of songs I think would make me sad, slutty or giddy imagining Jikook singing them (yeah I got nothing for this, judge me my pretties, judge!)

Tagging: idk @haruman-jimini @themoonispurple7 @stormblessed95 @jikookisrealerthanmylife @jikookerie @jikooklesbian @kookminficrecs

(If I tagged you and we don’t talk, sorry, I normally don’t take part in these things but you’re all KM blogs I go to often so thought I’d drop your names)

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #park jimin #jikook #jeon jungkook #bts army