#sometimes you sit there for three hours and literally nothing is happening but it feels like everything is happening and you’re like:

[suiheisen]

silly sport full of silly people

bonus:

#the way nick handed him that ball….. he said: this is for you bbgirl cheer up and seiya said: i’ll guard it with my soul handsome #the rituals are intricate #also i’m so fond of this silly little sport #sometimes you sit there for three hours and literally nothing is happening but it feels like everything is happening and you’re like: #:’) people are fun #seiya suzuki #chicago cubs #shohei ohtani #los angeles angels #baseball #sports

[film-bro-hotch]

I Can See You - Hotch x Fem!Reader (one-shot)

I have had the idea for this one-shot ever since this song came out, and I wrote it in the middle of the night in an attempt to stay up and fight jetlag. This is going to be posted quite literally as I am in the airport about to move to a foreign country, so please enjoy.

Summary: You and Hotch start something outside of work that slowly starts to make its way into your on-the-clock time in more risky ways. Based on I Can See You by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: smut 18+, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, workplace relationships (?) but like in the most disruptive way possible

WC: 2k

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you

The past three months had been filled with what everyone assumed to be the mundane, typical occurrences of amicable coworkers. Passing of paper, catching glances of him from across the room during a briefing, occasionally brushing polyester suit jackets against each other in the elevator. They were insignificant. Or at least that is what everyone thought.

It’s what you wanted them to see. And to be completely honest, it’s what you thought at first too. Why would you possibly think your older, recently divorced boss would be interested in you?

Yet here you were on the BAU jet after a case. He was sitting next to you, both working on some paperwork to officially close the case you had just been working on. You couldn't remember a specific detail from the case. 

“Hey, Hotch, how many rounds of ammo did this guy have in his basement again?” “Enough I think he was doomsday prepping. Local PD was still getting an accurate number when we were leaving. I’ll call them when we land.” His tone was nonchalant enough, you really didn’t think much of it. 

An hour later you were at your desk, getting ready to pack up when he came by, close enough that he was brushing your shoulder. He had picked up a pen from your desk and wrote the number down on your documents.

Odd moments like this kept happening. Sometimes he would lean a little closer than usual to show you one of the various drawings Jack made that he had stuck on the fridge. When you asked him for help on some grueling paperwork, your shoulders often touched. You would go to turn in administrative work and instead of putting it in the designated basket on his desk, you handed it directly to him, his fingers brushing yours. If you looked close enough, you could have sworn you saw his ears go a little red.

No one had said anything yet, which filled you partly with relief. Emily and JJ not saying anything was normal. They may be profilers, but they were both pretty good at keeping their noses out of their coworkers’ business. Who wasn’t so good at that was Penelope. If anyone was going to catch on to it, it would be her. And she would say something to you.

The fact that she hadn’t made you feel a little crazy. Were you really just reading too much into things? Were you projecting? 

That was until one day after everyone was gone, he asked you to dinner.

You said yes, of course, though partly in the back of your head you wondered if it was more of a friendly coworker ‘well, we are both off and have nothing else to do’ dinner date than a date date. Any concerns of that were crushed when at the door of your apartment he kissed you. You had imagined his lips a few times already, thin and usually in some kind of disapproving frown. They were soft against yours, and you could feel the gentle scratch of his stubble on your chin. 

When he pulled away, you expected maybe a form of regret, a look that read ‘what have I done?’ Instead, he just looked hungry for more.

“I know I shouldn’t have,” he says.

“But you did.” And so you gave him more. You both tumbled into your apartment. Your hands were in his hair, his hand was grabbing your ass as he continued to kiss you. You remember making it to the bed, and you remember that he spent the night at your place that night.

After that, work with Aaron looked much like it had the past few months. Business as usual with only stolen moments of tenderness, when your hands touched, his calloused fingers brushed yours for just a moment as he handed you a report and asked you to turn it in at 5:00 before you went home. You didn’t let the team catch the way your eyes linger on him for just a moment longer than what was socially appropriate for co-workers, how your gaze went from his eyes to his lips, usually pressed in a thin line. No one saw how in that cramped elevator, the last part of your morning commute, he would sometimes get closer, let one finger from the hand holding his briefcase curl with your pinkie. 

That had been the two of you for the last three months. Professional. You just weren’t sure how much longer you could take professional.

It started out simple enough. You were in his office for a legitimate reason. JJ had been out sick and as the only other person with a communication background, her work fell on you, though you didn’t mind. You were there to hand him a stack of briefings for potential cases, and as he started to flip through them, you casually slipped a hand on top of his thigh, your fingers curling towards his inner thigh, your thumb rubbing circles against the fabric of his pants. You could feel his pulse rise, his sharp intake of breath, see his eyes dart straight toward his door, the blinds that were open. There was a certain thrill in the danger of being caught. “What?” you asked coyly. “Scared of being found out?” “I’m not-it’s not that.” He was flustered. “We are at work. And your hands are cold.”

“Oh, I am very aware,” you said, abruptly pulling your hand from his and standing straight. “JJ should be back tomorrow, but if you have any other questions on these, just let me know,” you said, continuing on like you hadn’t just turned his face red with a touch or given him an awful boner in the middle of work.

Later that week, you had left your desk to give yourself one more cup of coffee considering you knew you would be working later than usual to finish up some details on a file. You usually go down the hall and sneak into another department’s kitchen to use a couple flavoring syrups. Passing a nook, you felt a hand grab you and pull you back, another hand settling on your lower back as Hotch pulled you into a kiss. Your surprised grunt was muffled by his lips, his teeth nearly busting your lips when they crashed into you. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you breathed. “We are at work.”

“This is the only place on this floor besides a janitor's closet that isn’t on camera. And I didn’t exactly think cleaning chemicals gave the most romantic mood.” He said it completely seriously, like he had actually given this thought. 

“Wait, how did you know I was even going to be here?”

“You always get a second cup when you are planning to stay past 5:00. And you never get coffee from the BAU’s kitchen. You go down the hall to data science because they have better variety. I just happened to take a break right before you went for a refill, and I happened to be in the one corner that cameras don’t reach.” His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was reading from a textbook rather than the romantic declaration that he actually paid attention to your habits. 

“It’s really hot when you pay attention, you know,” you said, reaching up for another kiss, but Hotch pulled back. 

“Got to get back to work,” he said, the edge of his lips curled into a know, shit-eating grin. Bastard.

The tipping point came nearly a month later. The two of you had been at this little game ever since, trying to see who could make the other the most flustered, and things were getting progressively more risky. The closest call so far had been when you two thought you were the only ones left for the day, but Morgan had come back to grab his thermos he had left on his desk.

On this day, you were working at your desk when Aaron called you into his office. It wasn’t an occurrence, but something did start to feel off when he asked you to shut the door.

“Lock it for good measure,” he added, moving quite close to you to shut the blinds.

You hardly got his name out of your mouth before he kissed you, nearly banging your body against the door, which clearly would have alerted someone. You found your hand intuitively going around his neck, one cradling his cheek as he kissed you. “What the hell are you doing?” you finally were able to ask between breathless pants.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“I’ve hardly done anything.”

He pulls away then, pointing towards his desk. “We have five minutes before anyone gets suspicious.” You were already ahead of him, pulling him towards his desk, your hands already reaching for his belt. He was eager to help you, unclasping the buckle in one fell swoop. Even through the lining of his pants you could see his bungle. You wondered how long he had been thinking about doing this all day, thinking of you. 

He slid his pants off part of the way, your fingers going to grip him, only his boxer keeping your flesh from touching. He had to be sensitive. Even just the friction from your hand and the fabric made him hum in approval. “If we are going to do this, you are going to need to keep quiet,” you said. Your hands moved from his crotch to his neck, unlacing his tie with ease. Haphazardly bundling it up, you shoved the mess of fabric into his mouth to shut him up.

“Wait,” you heard him say, having removed the makeshift gag. He shook his arms out of his suit jacket, taking the most surely expensive coast and folding it, placing it on the ground. It took you a moment to realize what he was getting out, but you started to understand when he happily put the gag back in his mouth. Kindly, he had made his jacket into a cushion for your knees so you could be comfortable while sucking him off and making him scream. And you planned to do just that.

Your fingers gripped the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his dick. Spitting in your hand, you began to run your hand along the length of him, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly. From the corner of your eye, you could see the way he gripped the edge of his desk, practically begging you to go a little faster, use a little more pressure. You kept up the facade for a bit, listening to his near desperate hums before placing your lips on the tip, running your tongue along it and hearing his muffled groan in response. 

You started to move your hand a little faster, your tongue picking up the place along with it. You loved to see the way his knuckles went white, the way he was gripping the desk for dear life. 

“Please,” you heard his muffled whimper.

“I’m sorry, dear, what was that?” you asked from your position below him.

Quickly, he ripped out his gag, one hand still gripping the desk as he said, “For the love of god, please stop tormenting me.”

You were happy to oblige him, beginning to move your hand up and down as well as flicking your tongue along his tip, feeling the muscles in his thigh and his abdomen tense and clench before he finally released. At the last second, he muffled his cry with the tie, nearly sinking back into the desk as you wiped himself from your lips.

Standing and brushing your knees off, you motioned to the door. “Put your pants on so I can get the hell out of here and hope no one noticed.”

He took a moment to compose himself, tucking his shirt back in and trying his best to straighten out his tie. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door, sending you on your way with a simple, “Please make sure those are on my desk before the end of the day.” 

You were certain he was planning on returning the favor.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch #song fic #based on a taylor swift song #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #hotch x fem!reader smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfic

[xiexiecaptain]

The biggest thing I've learned to help manage my ADHD in regards to getting things done is to Follow Those Impulses

(I'm not saying this will work for or is even a good strategy for everyone, but in my own situation it's helped me.)

I'm like allergic to consistency in schedule and cannot enforce one on myself so all it leads to is self-loathing and failure. Trust me, I've been attempting to will-power, shame-fuel my way through it since I was a preteen (I'm currently almost 30.) It does not work for me.

Obviously medication can give me a huge leg up on stuff. But beyond a certain point my brain is simply not wired for long-term sustained consistency.

As in many of my issues, I've found that working with myself gets better results than fighting myself.

When I follow those sudden impulses of interest and motivation, I get things done.

To the outside, I look absolutely haphazard. I'll pause a show I'm watching mid-sentence, stand up, and go empty the dishwasher because my mood/brain/chemicals *ping*ed that it was suddenly do-able and not a huge overwhelming task. Or I'll be putting away laundry and that *ping* will go off and I'll spend three hours re-organizing my closet.

To a neurotypical, this looks like distracted and disorganized behavior.

To me, it's following the way my brain naturally works in order to accomplish tasks.

My ADHD manifests in that I experience very small and unsustainable windows of motivation and interest. So when I feel that window crack open, doing the Thing right then (when the situation enables me to) can mean the Thing actually happens. Even if it's not the thing I'm "supposed" to be doing.

With a neurotypical in that situation, they might be putting away clothes and think: "Oh, I should organize my closet. I have time this weekend, I'll do it then," finish putting away their clothes, and then organize the closet when they had free time that weekend.

I used to try to do things that way too. Because it was how I was taught that "responsible, real people" did it, and had "finish one thing before you start another" drilled into my head. But I'm literally not wired to work that way. And I've been working on undoing that internalized ableism of believing one way of doing things is better and I need to change to adhere to it. I don't and shouldn't be expected to to my own detriment.

For me with the closet example, the weekend would come and I would spend 5 hours screaming at myself to stop working on whatever did have my interest in order to go organize the closet. Sometimes I might ended up doing it. More often, I would not be able get myself to do it even after all that. I would just sit there, yelling at myself, hating myself despite my brain literally not having the chemicals to initiate the activity (let alone follow through) and nothing would get done. Not even the thing I wanted to focus on instead.

The only thing I did accomplish was hating myself for not being able to do "simple" things like other people (read: neurotypicals.)

This is basically how I spent the majority of my schooling; doing simple tasks felt like running in sand. And I internalized all the messages that told me it was my own fault I couldn't run as fast and in as straight a line as those running on pavement.

The past few years, I've been trying to follow impulses more. And its honestly been really helpful.

I get more done even if it isn't a "consistent" amount or I can't always count on having a specific thing done by a certain date.

But the big thing is that I spend less time hating myself for not doing what I "should" be and more time actually doing things when I have the motivation for them. More shit happens, I'm undoing some of that self-loathing.

tl;dr: My advice for fellow adult ADHD-ers is:

Try to learn what your natural rhythms are and, where possible, try leaning into them. Without judgement, try working with your natural tendencies rather than battling them at every moment. See how it feels, see what you accomplish (and not just in the capitalistic "productivity" way--spending 3 hours hyperfocusing on researching the history of wheat germ counts!) See how your brain and body feel.

Your brain is wired different, let yourself operate different.

#adhd #add #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #adult adhd #adhd inattentive #adhd tips #adhd acceptance #original posts

[syrupgirl]

Requesting 83 from the prompt list for Tonowari and female navi reader. 🌼

lil cw, a bad attempt at some suggestive teasing, implications of sex, and reader is preg ;p and i VERY slightly changed the wording of the prompt. Literally 1 word

Your fingers dance dutifully over fibers and serenity floods your chest.

The gentle lull of the ocean outside was enough to put you into an almost meditative state and it was only aided by the breeze that was weaving through the open arches of the marui.

You sit alone in your home, nestling in close to the small hole in the floor mats that revealed the shimmering seas surface below. The ocasional Ilu swims past, sometimes mounted by a child or two and you already shining mood is improved by the sound of their giddy laughter and squeals. You can feel you smile growing and growing and you couldn’t help it if you want to.

“My dear?” A familiar voice floats in on the gentle wind and you turn from your diligent work to face your mate.

Tonowari approaches you with the gait of a man exhausted, but his face shows nothing is the sort. No, all his face reads of is warmth and an air of satisfaction. What ever can that be for? You think. It has hardly been three hours since you had last seen each other. Seen, laughed, embraced. A shy heat freaks up to your face from your chest and you look back down to your work.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the village,” he mock whines. “And yet, here you are! Right in the place I left you.”

You hum and squint your eyes up at him in a cheeky smile and Tonowari huffs a laugh at you. He gets on his knees behind you and very gently rests his hands on your stomach.

His thumbs rub back and forth on the smooth skin as he relaxes his head into the crevice on your shoulder.

“How’s my ‘itetsyìp* going, hm?” He whispers into you. The warmth radiating from his front does wonders on your back and you moan in appreciation.

“For such a little thing, she sure is making me ache-y.” You laugh and he laughs with you. You glance at your mate over your shoulder and spy the wicked gleam in his eye. The arms on your waist tighten incrementally and he begins to plant kisses from your jaw to your shoulder.

A lilting sigh escapes you and your head falls back, tilting to the side slightly to allow him more space. Slowly, one of your hands neglect your work and come to rest in his braided hair behind you.

“Oh, Tonowari.” You gasp slightly when a canine nips at your throat followed by a throaty chuckle before he continues his endeavours. A hand that was resting on your stomach now makes it way to your thigh where it lies criss-crossed. Your mouth opens in a small ‘oh’ and it only serves to amuse the man behind you.

“Yes, ma yawne?-” His crooning is cut short by raucous laughter and crashing feet. Suddenly, all the hands that were on you weren’t anymore and you barely concealed a disappointed complaint. You both turn to see your children, Tsireya and Ao’nung standing in the arch of your marui, Ao’nung looking awkward and Tsireya significantly less so, if at all.

Your daughter looks like she wants to jump out of her skin to tackle you in a hug but her big brother holds her by the shoulders, undeterred by her whining.

“Am I…Are we interrupting something?” He mutters, shuffling on his feet and looking anywhere but his parents.

“Of course not, my sweetheart-”

“No, not at all-”

The two of you hurry to plead your innocence but Ao’nung isn’t buying a bit of it. He’s already leaving while he mumbles a half-assed apology and pushing his sister out with him. She twists and turn in his hold, repeating over and over again ‘I want to go say hi, ao’nung!’ and ‘why can’t we see them right now?’

With your moment of intimacy well and truly ended, you just sit there next to each other, a semi awkward silent ruminating in the space between. (Yes, those still happen in mated pairs)

Tonowari is first to break the silence, laughter bubbling up from his chest and you join in with him. You bring a hand up to your mouth and close your eyes while the two of you giggle away feeling years younger than you were.

Oh well, that moment was over, but there are still so many more to have. And you can’t wait to experience them all.

* -‘itetsyìp = n. little daughter (term of endearment)

#not beta'd #not beta read #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar x reader #tonowari #tonowari x reader #tonowari avatar #tonowari x y/n #tonowari x you #tonowari fluff #love you cliff curtis

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping at my brother for taking his iPad to the bathroom? (I don’t think this is unsanitary despite the subject matter but idk)

Sorry for the long post !

Context: There are three bathrooms in our house. One downstairs, one upstairs and one ensuit in our parents room that neither of us use. He is mid to early teens and autistic, I am late teens and (as much as I know) neurotypical. I don’t know if this impacts anything, but i also don’t know much about autism. I don’t *think* it does but mum keeps letting him get away with this because of his diagnosis so it feels important to include.

Everytime he uses the upstairs toilet he brings his iPad with him and his headphones. He sits in there and watches YouTube and it takes him half an hour every time.

I only use the upstairs toilet because the downstairs one grosses me out to the extreme for reasons I don’t want to get into, (I honestly think it’s becoming phobic, I won’t walk past it if the door is open or even breathe if I’m near it,) but this issue is isolated to me and everyone else is fine with it. He is fine with using both. He also knows I only use the upstairs toilet.

He says he gets bored so he has to have his iPad when he goes. Yes, every single time, he gets bored and needs his iPad with him. I find this ridiculous, and ironic. Now instead of taking maybe five minutes he takes half an hour. I ask him again and again and again not to take his iPad in because it’s insensitive to if I might want to use the bathroom, but he doesn’t change.

We have had this same conversation over and over again, like, over twelve or eighteen months, and he keeps promising that he’ll change and then he doesn’t. It makes me upset how content he is to continue even knowing very well how it upsets me.

We had a really big fight about it awhile ago and mum suggested he try not to use the iPad when he thought I wasn’t likely to need to go to the bathroom, because that’s apparently as much as he can bear to do. He said he’ll try to use the downstairs toilet instead and because my dad uses that toilet he’s been getting in trouble with him for the exact same reason.

Sometimes when I knock on the door I’ll ask “do you have your iPad” and he’ll say no but when he comes out he does. He doesn’t have any qualms about lying to me and about breaking the same promise he makes over and over. It’s like he doesn’t care what I think at all and like he doesn’t view my problems as valuable. It’s literally the only thing I ask of him.

AITA: Today, he lied to me again. I knocked on the door and told him to hurry up and he said ok and I asked if he had his iPad in with him and he went strangely quiet and then said I’m coming out. when he came out he didn’t have his iPad so I thanked him because I finally felt he was listening to me, but he was lingering weirdly by the door. I HATE warm toilet seat so I gave it awhile and he went downstairs. He happened to come up while I was about to go in and he looked at me strange and I said “what? Why are you staring at me?” And he said no reason but I pressed it and he said “can I check the bin?”

In the bathroom we have a small bin that just got emptied today. He told me he had taken his iPad in there and had hidden it in the bin. I was peeved he had lied to me again and also that he had no problem with taking my thanks. If I hadn’t caught him trying to get it back he never would have told me.

So I said no and when I was finished I kind of snapped and told him I thought he was becoming a “nasty, selfish person.” It’s the only thing I ask of him and Im so tired of it. I felt especially upset the extent he would lie to me so easily. It seems like nothing gets through to him, and it’s like, I can’t help feeling he is a nasty selfish person!! I probably would have said more and said worse if dad hadn’t caught on to what we were talking about. Upon reflection I feel like I shouldn’t have said those things to him and I was being too harsh.

My brother apologized but I’m so sick of it and even after all this he said he would use the downstairs bathroom. It feels like he’s not making any effort to actually change the behaviour and he’s avoiding confronting it. I’m so tired of all of this.

AITA? I really don’t know what to do, but I feel like I’m being too mean about it.

Tldr: my brother always takes his iPad to the bathroom even though I ask him not to and he takes way too long on the toilet (up to half an hour) each time. This has been going on for months upon months and he’s showing no change even though he keeps apologizing and promising he will. Today, he lied and said he hadn’t and I thanked him because I felt he was finally listening but he had hidden his iPad in the bin. I snapped and said he was a “nasty selfish person” but I think I was being too mean.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[falconcoast]

I NEEDA SEE A TIGHNARI OR SCARAMOUCHE COLLEGE AU IM BEGGING like late night roommate talks

college au | tighnari x reader

masterlist

a/n: i started writing this literally during a round of debate. also, after said debate, i saw the finest debater in my district and swooned so bad i almost fainted. anyways take this and my limited knowledge of college. 

tags: omg they were roommates-to-lovers, sharing a bed, domestic fluff

warnings; brief alcohol mention (none consumed)

tighnari was your first friend in at sumeru university.

in one of your gen-ed writing classes, he happened to sit next to you, right in the middle of the lecture hall

after a few awkward “do you have a pencil i can borrow” and “i was sick do you have the notes” encounter, you formally interacted after being assigned in a group project

tighnari, you learn, is a major in biology with a concentration in plant sciences.

blunt and quick-witted, he is a no-nonsense busy body. after being labeled group leader, he was quick to assign roles and pore over his own work.

eventually, you exchanged phone numbers to study together. the study sessions together slowly became a habit, and at least once a week you meet with him

and from your study sessions bloomed a friendship. study sessions went from being in the library to in local cafes to in one another’s dorm rooms. soon enough, you and tighnari were as thick as thieves.

tighnari is nicer than he lets on, and he shows that he cares in less forward ways.  

sometimes, he drops by your dorm to reprimand you for not getting all three meals with a healthy dish. 

other times, he’ll call you at an ungodly hour, saying “you idiot, i can see your dorm light on, go to bed!” 

and at other times, he says nothing at all, simply highlighting where you’re wrong when doing your gen-ed math work. 

after freshman year, when he asks you to move into an apartment off-campus, you instantly say yes

tighnari proves to be a delightful roommate, and you balance one another out. if you make dinner, he’ll wash the dishes. if you’re going grocery shopping, he’ll do the budgeting and make a list of what you need. if you wake up before your alarm and make coffee, he’ll make both of your beds. 

after a while, you realize that tighnari is more than delightful to you; he’s lovable in a way that best friends shouldn’t think about one another. 

naturally, you do what anyone with a crush on their roommate would do: avoid the issue completely by distracting yourself. dinner together stops. your movie nights on friday are put to a halt. as soon as you get home, you go into your room and work.

tighnari’s well aware something is wrong when you get a single text that says: “hey, if something is wrong, talk to me, okay?” 

but as you look at the desk, you can only sigh and turn back to your work. archons, how you talk to tighnari when the problem was your childish crush on him?!

it’s three AM. 

you’re well aware it’s past your bedtime. in the morning, you’ll be cursing yourself for not getting more sleep. but right now, you could care less. spending less time from the apartment was an escape from having to worry about whether your crush on your roommate, your best friend, is obvious. 

as you shove the key into its hole, you let out a long sigh. after a long night out, your head feels delirious with a need for sleep. you spent most of the night at a house party, brooding about tighnari, in the corner. you felt terrible that you couldn’t truly enjoy your other friends and their company. 

opening the door, you took off your shoes before looking up. instead of the darkness of the hallway, you noticed that a faint, warm glow of light illuminating at the end of it. walking forward, you rubbed your eyes as you entered the common area. there, tighnari’s back was to you. he was curled up on the couch with the reading lamp on. the book was propped up on his knee, with pictures of flowers native to sumeru on it. 

his ears twitched lightly when you stopped in surprise. “i never took you as a party person,” he said aloud, not bothering to look around. “that’s the only reason you’re coming home so late, right?” 

“tighnari? what are you doing awake?” you questioned. “it’s late at night.” 

“i wanted to make sure to be up when you came home,” he explained, flipping another page. “i wanted to make sure you were safe.” 

a heat rushed to your cheeks. “that’s...that’s sweet, tighnari,” you murmured. straightening out, you cleared your throat. “you don’t need to stay up any longer. i’m home, and you can go to bed now.” 

with a quick fluttering of paper, the book shut tightly. “you pulled an all-nighter last night, and now you’re coming home at three in the morning. let’s get you to bed.” 

ushering you to your room, he sat you down promptly at the chair by your desk. as he went through your pajama drawer, he asked, “did you drink any alcohol?” 

“no, i didn’t.”

“good. i would have had to contact the university administration if you did,” he lightly chuckled. returning to you, he handed you a change of clothes. quickly, he turned around and placed his hands over his eyes. “please get changed. it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your formal wear.”

after you changed and tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper, he turned back around. tighnari escorted you to bed, sitting you down. as he began pulling the covers over you, he noticed you shiver. “you’re cold,” he observed. quickly, he pulled off his hoodie.

“oh, no, you don’t need to--” you tried to argue back in your sleep-addled state. he responded by shoving the hoodie over your head and getting your arms through the sleeves. it smelled just like him; fresh with light floral scents and fresh herbs.

afterwards, he pulled the blankets over your body. he tucked an extra pillow under your head. after deeming you comfortable enough, he turned around and flicked the light off. as his hand was on the doorknob, you called out to him. “thank you, tighnari,” you whispered, voice barely audible. 

he turned around, light green highlights in his hair turning harlequin with the light from outside the room. a smile crossed his face, shaking his head. “it was nothing. you’re welcome. y/n,” he said. “in the morning, i’ll order brunch for us. you want extra syrup for your pancakes, right?”

“yes, please,” you nodded. after a beat, you shifted slightly. quietly, you asked your roommate, “um, could you come over here really quick?” 

he obeyed, standing by your bedside. you paused, trying to rationalize what you were about to do. if it all went wrong, you could blame everything on your sleepiness. deciding you had nothing to lose, you looked up to his emerald green eyes. 

“do you mind sleeping next to me tonight?” you requested. “it’s just because...well, these last few weeks--” 

he cut you off, simply nodding. “of course i can. i noticed that something was up with you these last few weeks. you don’t have to say anything more.”

sidling next to you, he tucked himself under your covers. he curled up, legs close to his chest. his warmth radiated next to you, as he was only an inch away from your face. “good night, y/n,” he murmured, eyes already closed. “i hope you sleep well.”

you returned the sentiment after a moment, letting out a little breath. “good night. sleep well.”

silence occupied the air as the two of you laid in bed. you wondered why tighnari was so willing to get in bed with you. you almost entertained the thought that he might like you back, but you shook away the thought. after all, there was no use to building false hope. there was no harm in not letting tighnari not know about your little crush. 

still, you knew you would have to tell him eventually, whether it be next week or next year. looking over at him, his eyes were shut peacefully, and his chest rose and fell in even intervals. you decided that there was no harm in practicing confessing your love to him. 

“tighnari?” you murmured. he didn’t react, continuing to sleep steadily. swallowing, you spoke up a little louder. “thank you. i love you.” 

as you shut your eyes, you failed to notice his blush, or the smile on his face, or the way his ears twitched in delight. 

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n

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More To The Story, chapter three.

psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?

Chapter One Chapter Two

Saturday, 4th November 1992.

Finley's perspective

Finley bopped his head along to the catchy beat of 'Psycho Killer' by Talking Heads as he sat up against the headboard of his bed, pondering. It had been about twenty minutes since you had abruptly ended the 3-hour phone call to head to work because you were MAJORLY late. In this extensive phone call, you had discussed many theories about the eerie, suspicious video which you and Finley believed to be related to Tommy's disappearance and had even shown Tommy himself - so you believe -, a shaved head, blindfolded with a bloody nose.

It had approximately been 5 days since Tommy had gone MIA, and during the entirety of those 5 days, the residents of the town had been truly shaken up and skittish. This never happened here, in Drellington- it was just a quaint, isolated town...right?

With an extremely low crime rate and a very trusted and secure police department, it was safe to say that the disappearance of little Tommy Parker came as a huge surprise to the town in its totality.

"So what the hell is going on?" He murmured, pushing his black-framed glasses back up the bridge of his nose, sighing as his eyes squeezed shut.

He was at a loss. How could all of this just be going under the radar? How is it that HE had stumbled across this horrific video and not the police? How is it that your laugh was just the sweetest-

"Finnie Bear!!" a pitchy voice called from downstairs, interrupting his lengthy train of thought. It was his aunt Maureen. "Finnie Honey?! Tea is ready, come n'join us in the dining room!" she continued to call once more, before retreating back to the dining room where she had previously been setting up with knives, forks and plates.

You see, Finley's Mom had never been around- ever since she had skipped town and dumped him on her brother Howard's doorstep carelessly when he was only 4 months old, hoping to finally catch her big break in Hollywood.

He knew remotely nothing about her, and most of the time he was fine with that. Although he got on alright most of the time without thinking about her...sometimes, when he lay awake at night in bed, unable to sleep for whatever reason...he thought about her and why she had to leave him behind, why she had denied the chance to start her new life in California with him.

He never wanted to feel that kind of refusal again, so...he shut most people out. His circle remained fairly small throughout the entirety of his high school experience, with his only friends being from the school band and the computer science club. And in all honesty, he liked it that way. He was happy with the few friends that he did have.

But somehow, even with his aunt, uncle, and friends present in his life...he still felt like a piece of him was still missing, he still felt empty.

Finally deciding to get out of his own head for a few minutes, he decided to get up from his bed and proceed downstairs, shouting "Coming!!"

He sat timidly at the dining table, his Aunt sitting opposite him with his Uncle Howie beside her. Picking up the knife from the table where it had been precisely put, along with the fork next to it and began cutting into the juicy chicken breast on his plate.

Howard speaks first, "So...who was that girl on the landline earlier? You got a secret girlfriend we don't know about now?" his tone teasing, but definitively curious. Finley nearly choked on the piece of chicken he had in his mouth before chewing it promptly and swallowing. "What girl? I have literally no idea what you're talking about." He questioned with the pitch of his voice coming out higher than usual- a universal indicator that he was indeed, lying.

Maureen's eyes lit up, "A girl!! that's new, what does she look like? where did you meet her-" RRIIINGGGGG!! RRRRIINGGG!! the telephone attached to the kitchen wall began to sound with shrill rings, and in that moment Finley felt as if God himself had spared him from the interrogative questions of his Aunt and Uncle.

"Ooh, let me go and answer that," Maureen voices, excusing herself from the dining table before heading out into the kitchen. "Hayes residence, how may I help you? Oh...pardon? I'm sorry, may I ask who's calling?... Hello?" Maureen places the phone back into place on the wall, her expression puzzled. She approaches the dining room table and speaks, "Someone started shouting at me in Russian on the damn phone, pardon my language- that's odd, right?"

Finley types away on his keyboard, determined to find some sort of answer as to why RUSSIANS were now calling his goddamn landline. This was BAD, really really bad. What if they had gotten to you? You had watched that video too. "Shit," he muttered, anxiety filled the entirety of his body, taking over.

Suddenly, an idea sparked inside of his head as he remembered that his uncle had set up a recording device on the telephone a few months ago after a scam call centre had cheated him out of $300 which made him extremely cautious when it came to people who called the house.

He needed to get that call, and quick.

The first thing he did, however, was log into AOL and send you a message.

ThisMustBeThePlace is now online.

ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...

ThisMustBeThePlace: Important news!! Call soon, hope you got home okay from work :)

Now, the phone call- and a Russian-to-English dictionary, that was vital in this case.

Finley practically flies down the flint-coloured carpeted stairs as he proceeds with his mission. Convince Howard to give him the recording of the weird, suspicious call they received at dinner time so he can translate it.

"Uncle Howie!! where are you?" he calls, walking into the living room where he finds only Maureen, sitting leisurely on the ivory floral patterned sofa watching TV whilst stroking the household cat, Eddie, an American shorthair with soft, dense grey fur with black stripes running all across his body. Eddie purrs as Maureen continues to pet him.

"Uhh...hey, where's Uncle Howie?" Finley asks, leaning against the doorframe and awaiting an answer- he inhales deeply, trying to regulate his breathing and catch his breath after running down the extensive flight of stairs that lead from the upstairs floor of the house, to the middle, and eventually to the ground floor.

She smiles tiredly, "He's in his workshop Finnie, he wouldn't tell me what he's doing but it's probably one of those cool science-y things he's planning on teaching the kids at school on Monday. Why? Everything okay?" she answers, eventually glancing away from the television and over to her nephew, concerned.

For context, Howie was a middle school teacher at Drellington Middle. He taught Science. He LOVED science, even. He was extremely dorky- which explains why Finley grew up to be the same, Raised around science, tech and crazy experiments- he really grew to love all things nerdy, all thanks to Howie.

His eyebrows raise, immediately dismissing her concern appreciatively. "Oh! yeah no, I'm okay- just need some help with...physics homework! yeah, that. Are you okay though? You look tired, not saying that in an offensive way of course! uhh-" he stutters, not meaning to come off as discourteous but she didn't take it that way at all, instead, she chuckled sweetly and shook her head.

"Finnie! Don't worry, you're correct in saying I look tired, cause I am! The only thing that's been keeping me awake is Eddie's purring honey, but alas, you're right I am tired, so I'm gonna head to bed n'hit the hay," she retorts, finally getting up from off of the sofa, Eddie in hand. She grabs the remote with her unoccupied hand and switches off the television, then tiredly treads over to where Finley is standing in the doorway.

"Goodnight, Finnie-bear." she smiles, ruffling his chestnut-blondish hair before brushing past him gently and hiking up the stairs.

"Night Maurie." he returns, smiling softly before he makes his way to his uncle's workshop.

"That last word there sounds like 'найден' which is spelt 'NAYDEN', look that up in there," Howie ordered, before placing the headphones back on his head, and pressing play again.

Finley flicks through the pages of the dictionary hastily, desperate to find the answer.

Yeaahhh, it's a long story to explain how they ended up translating Russian together in his uncle's workshop so I'll keep it short and sweet for you. Sound good? Excellent.

Finley found Howie in his workshop, no surprise there. He was surprised, however, to find his uncle already translating this dodgy Russian phone call by himself.

He just had to get in on this. God, he had so much to tell you later.

@stveharringtn AAAA chapter 3!! some insight into Finley's day and a little bit of backstory bc who doesn't love a bit of that eh?

OOO secret Russian codes, OOO angst, OOO Finley can't get you off of his mind OOOO.

love you darlings, more to come very soon! xxx

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #joe keery #joe keery fic #gator tillman #norman reedus #normanreedus #jeffrey dean morgan #gator tillman x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #dustin henderson #eddie munson #stranger things au

[demialwrites]

You're An Idiot

My first Rufus x Reader writing so it feels OOC now but 🤷‍♀️

The barrier materia saved you and your charge from dying as you fell from the helicopter but it didn't save you from buttloads of bruises. You couldn't help a groan every time you moved the tiniest bit.

"You've been rather frosty lately."

You focused your eyes on the man sitting opposite you. President Rufus Shinra smirked, probably doing just fine the heat with his stupid white suit. You cooked in your black suit, your Turk "uniform." You were tired, hot, and /in pain/. It robbed you of your ability to be professional. His smirk told you he thought he had the upper hand in the conversation and you were having none of it.

You counted three, long, seconds in your head before answering in the flattest tone you could muster, "I don't know what you mean, Sir."

"That hurts," he replied.

That wasn't true and you both knew it.

You were hot because of your location. You were in pain because of the fall. And you were tired because of last night.

You had gotten into the habit of obeying the president without thinking. Sometimes he made ridiculous decisions but his mind was sharp when he gave orders. You were assigned to protect Rufus and Rufus only. Too often, he dove head-first into situations that required people to catch him as he fell. Today, it was literally. So you only had his safety in mind when he summoned you to his penthouse late last night. Maybe someone had broken in?

Your keycard beeped and you innocently pushed open the door. A pair of hands slammed the door on either side of your head, arms caging you in. You blinked, startled.

"Sir...?"

Before you could even register the details of his face, his hand grabbed your chin and his lips met yours. This was wrong. But trying to listen to your conscious was like trying to hold back a flood with a thimble. It was too late, and you were opening your mouth to receive his tongue. It was then that you tasted the alcohol. This was extra wrong but you still couldn't hear your conscious screaming in the background that this won't end well, damnit.

It had been too long since anyone had come at you with any amount of passion (it was the job, it kept you too busy). You grew weak in the knees. When he pulled back, you awkwardly fell to your knees. He pretended not to notice. Instead, he placed his hand under your chin again. He hooked his other hand in his belt. Well, the one around his waist. Him standing above you and your face being roughly level with his crotch told you what he was hoping for.

"You want me, don't you?"

Your answer was to turn your head slightly and suck on his thumb. His lips parted. He maintained eye contact while fumbling to find the zipper under his jacket. 

Your phone, the treacherous little thing, chose just then to beep, announcing a message. It was probably Tseng, to boot. The sound seemed to sober Rufus in an instant. He took a step back and turned away.

"You're dismissed. Get some sleep."

You started to rise. "...Sir?'

"Get out," he spat with venom.

You scurried back to your room and didn't sleep well, spending most of the rest of your precious sleeping hours trying to figure out how much Rufus was like his father. You could be unemployed in the morning if he decided you were unfuckable.

In the morning, he pretended nothing had happened. Being friendly as usual. Which was pissed you off even more, come to think of it. At present, you were firmly not giving in to his games and replying with as attitude as you dared. If you were stuck here until help arrived, so was he. You could be scolded by Tseng later.

"...if you quit, I think Tseng might actually start crying over my safety."

This man. His joke almost made you smile. Instead of smiling, you asked hopefully, also half-jokingly, "So if I quit, you might die?"

"Ouch." He let the silence stretch, watching your face thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I didn't want to be like my father."

That surprised you so much that you forgot about maintaining the frostiness. "But you're not!" You blurted. "I wouldn't be here if you were." The idea of spending time with the disgusting, old previous president made you shudder a little.

"Thanks." The word was devoid of the usual arrogance. Saying that meant a lot, coming from him.

It still hurt too much to move your body, so you grabbed one of the layers of his suit and began to pull him toward you. Lightly enough that he could stop you if he wanted. You kept pulling until you nearly touching foreheads. Staring into his eyes this close almost softened your resolve. "I'll give you another chance. But don't. Play. Games," you warned.

He smiled and pecked your forehead in reply. "Can't promise anything."

Even though the current issue had been resolved, you had the feeling another one was soon to pop up. You sighed, really wanting that rescue.

#rufus shinra x reader #ff7 remake #ff7 rebirth #ff7 #gender neutral reader #bodyguard reader #do I think barrier can do that? no #but who is gonna stop me

[thickenmyblood]

maca this chapter was insane i was kicking my feet the entire hour I took to read it!!

but can I just say as much as I was team damen in the beginning cause I didn’t fw laurent’s whole approach to the breakup…..I don’t get why damen was so upset with laurent abt the needing a lawyer reveal when he immediately recognised that it was obvious that laurent continued to stay with him because he genuinely loved him.

Don’t get me wrong I definitely love that you took that approach cause your writing is so REAL and Damen recognises he’s being an idiot sometimes!!But I didn’t expect Laurent to not push back abit in some sense like he was just a traumatised kid barely a year older than nicaise is rn when they met (if i got the math right on that).

anyway I think I just wanna hear more about your thoughts on Laurent’s headspace if it’s not spoiler-y ofc. Thank you for such a brilliant chapter and happy holidays ♥️♥️

hello! i was actually talking to @savoytrufflephd about this the other day. this is terribly long but we're reaching the end of the fic and i will never get the change to speak on these things again, and so i hope this answer guides your reading experience and helps clear any doubts you might have going into the last chapter.

about damen:

during their argument, damen is gutted to find out that laurent approached him because he needed a lawyer and money, and, indeed, damen doesn't have an absolute "let's berate laurent" meltdown right then and there, but i wouldn't say he "immediately recognized" anything.

there are three main emotions at play during the reveal scene.

sadness: damen feels deeply hurt by laurent's confession.

There is nowhere to go. There is no other sound in the world but Laurent’s voice, tearing him open.

They should be doing this in the kitchen, Damen thinks. For old times’ sake. For symmetry. There must be a reason why Aimeric keeps picking kitchens as his bleeding spot.

anger and/or self-righteousness: damen makes comments to hurt laurent and express the hurt he's feeling himself and how he feels cheated and wronged.

(...) Was a live-in nanny so expensive that you had to spend the next four years forcing yourself into bed with—”

“You were nervous. Before. I remember the—was the bathroom break so you could vomit in between—”

(...) So you stayed up all night, going through that—that shit, and you had ten liters of coffee this morning so you could be brave enough to sit here and tell me that I was your pimp for a while. (...)

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Laurent says, “if you—” “Don’t play the martyr card.” “I’m so—” “Fuck you,” Damen says.

defeat: damen slowly realizing this is the worst case scenario. there can't be anything worse than this, and so it's almost a relief to hear it because he 1. didn't have to ask 2. can't imagine any other blow hitting him harder (which... i mean, he did have a heads up from nikandros). now what he wants is to understand how this happened and why.

Something is leaking out of Damen now, except it isn’t blood. He feels it by its absence, by the relief it leaves behind. This, he thinks, as he looks at Laurent. This is everything they have done to each other. There is nothing left but this: the wound, drained; the wound, re-dressed. This is what he wanted to know, what he asked for. This.

He might as well lay down on the table and pass Laurent the knife.

He wants to feel stupid and can’t, wants to lather himself up in hatred to slip away from this with ease. He can’t. He’d thought in those first months at Nikandros’s that he knew what hating Laurent was—annoyance, mostly, and contempt, slightly—but now he knows that wasn’t hate. He could never hate Laurent. Maybe he could learn, could train himself to do it, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to understand. He wants—

damen is not the best when it comes to understanding his own emotions. later on, when analyzing this argument with neo, this happens:

“I don’t know how it made me feel,” Damen says. “I was angry yesterday. At him. And I know I should be angry now, or earlier when he said—when he told me.” “But you weren’t.” “I wasn’t sad either. It was like…” “Like?” Damen smooths over the sheets beside him. The bed is cool and neatly made on that side. “Like I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, that when he did, it wasn’t… I don’t know.”

he did feel all those emotions in the argument, but when asked to talk about them, he holds onto defeat instead of anger or sadness. i wrote him this way because i wanted a version of him that was tired of arguing with laurent, that didn't want to do that anymore, that wanted things to be fair between them. plus, i wrote very early on that he's just not very creative when it comes to (active) cruelty. it just doesn't come naturally to him.

now, about laurent:

i agree that this laurent reads very passively. he doesn't strike back, doesn't argue that he was desperate, that it wasn't his fault, etc. this is because:

he's being self-hating. this is him basically telling damen "look at what i did and hate me for it. i don't deserve the way you've always helped me, the way you're STILL helping me. i'm not a good person. i'm not who you think i am." this is why, in this fic, laurent also allows nicaise to treat him like shit. it's the reason laurent did not tell agnes about the verbal abuse he was being subjected to. he thinks he deserves it. it's the reason he tells damen having sex with maxime was a chore and still he kept doing it.

like damen, he's also tired of arguing. in fact, i would say he's MORE tired than damen. he's getting the worse of nicaise's ire and has been for months. he knows damen is upset with him bc of that 10 minute conversation he had alone with nicaise in ch18. the day before, damen looked him in the eye and told him it was all his fault, that everything wrong that happened with nicaise was on him, that he was to blame because he was too busy having fun and being stupid to take care of the one person he was supposed to look after. he's emotionally drained. he spent the entire night looking through nicaise's phone, analyzing dates and punishing himself for everything that happened. after almost 400k words of fucked up situations, he's finally reached this strange limit of "whatever, just let it end".

the self-fulfilling prophecy aspect of his relationship with damen. in a way, laurent never dared to hope what he had with damen would be forever. in fact, he believed in order to keep damen, he had to sacrifice many, many, many things and aspect of who he was and is as a person, because otherwise damen would not and could not love him. things like his mental health, his own abuse, his views on sex... but also small, stupidly vulnerable things, such as letting your partner know that you fucking douche!!!!!! letting him know you do things every other human does. laurent wanted damen to love him, but he didn't think damen ever could if he showed him all his cards and baggage and whatever you want to call it, and so he made himself palatable. and this was, ultimately, the downfall of their relationship (along with damen's obvious ignorance, emotional issues, repression, etc.)

this is all i can say on laurent's end. ch20 will give you some more details to help you look at his actions and thought process throughout the fic in a different light. i hope this answer made sense and wasn't just me babbling for seventeen thousand words.

thank you for your time!!

#anon #hiuh #i'm so sorry for how long this is #but its the end YOU GUYS its the endddddd its ending

[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

KEYSSS my dear mutual congratulations on 1K likes aaaah you deserve all of them! May I henceforth ask for a platonic BSD matchup? I go by she/her and I don't have a preference for which gender I want to be matched up with :3

Personality: I personally don't know what my mbti is, so I'll just give a short description of my personality. I find myself to be more of a listener, but with the right type of person (really quiet or someone chaotic) I can talk for hours. People say that I'm nice and smart, but I doubt myself sometimes. I am physically affectionate with my friends, and often flirt with them only if they're not in a relationship. My friends like to banter with me and I like to tease them/make them laugh, but if they like to sit in silence then I'm perfectly fine with that as well. Sometimes I am too sacrificial and am bit too much of a people pleaser, but I am working on setting down boundaries and saying 'no'

Hobbies: I like to read books more than I like gaming and watching videos. I also like to learn new things, no matter how hard they are, because I am quite curious about a lot of matters. I can speak English and Mandarin, and I am partially fluent in French. I also love to play the piano because I find it calming <3

Topics I like to discuss: Honestly I can talk about anything as long as it's not something that I'm uncomfortable with (which I only have a few). I normally like to discuss history, books, travelling, and any funny things that happened recently in life

Things I hate: I don't hate a lot of things because I am a firm believer of the quote that love transcends all animosity, but what I really do hate are people who willingly do bad things and do not feel sorry for it. I normally am quite forgiving, but once somebody crosses that line too many times without genuinely trying to improve, then they've lost their chance

Something that makes me unique: I'm actually more of a classics person than a contemporary person. What that means is that I prefer classic books, classical music, classic movies, and old history etc. I do like watching a modern film every now and then, but I find that nothing captivates me more than the antique things. I'm probably one of the few girls my age who is more caught up with the 1700-1900s than the 2000s ahaha. I also am more of a jewellery girl than a clothing girl, and my favourite jewellery is silver jewellery :)

Preference: I'm okay with being matched by a character that commits crime, but as long as they aren't too crazy about it

What I value in others: I value loyalty, respect, and communication in others, as I believe that those are the three key points of any relationship. Bonus points if I find them fun to hang around with, and that they won't twist my morals and lead me down a darker path

Something I can't stand in others: Honestly anything that makes a toxic relationship; dishonesty, disrespect, and not listening to what I have to say

Remember to take your time my dear, and once again congratulations on 1K likes! Let's get that to 1K followers >:D

SILVER I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! I was almost done with it and then it was literally all lost, but I still got it done. thank you so much, darling, and I hope you don't mind the wait.

I match you up with Tetcho! he's a silly little man, please take care of him.

He loves listening to you. There is nothing he would rather do than listen to you talk about the things that you are interested in, and he is not affected by what other people have to say about your interests. He would be ticked off at anyone that judged someone for their preferences in media and entertainment. He would not force you to try his food, but if you do like any of the combinations he would be glowing with happiness for the rest of the week. He is always a little sunshine, though, and is nothing but supportive. He loves what makes you strange, and he loves that you love what makes him unique, too. He would not let harm befall you. He would rather be stabbed a thousand times than for you to get a paper cut, and would be even more devoted to justice after meeting you because he would want to make sure that no filthy criminals can hurt you. He would not let Jouno make fun of you or your friendship. He would probably stab his ass again, and would start doing it more if you found it funny. Either way, Jouno will eventually make peace with you. He would love to listen to you play the piano, and might even pick it up himself if he has the time. He could also learn another instrument solely so he could teach it to you. He would be a non-judgemental teacher but he would definitely be a little strict. Secretly, he is a little scared that he is too overbearing when teaching you things. Overall, he would value similar things to you in a relationship. He is an honest man who communicates well, if not sometimes too bluntly, but he would do his best to always respect you. If someone else is to disrespect you, however, all hell breaks loose. Jouno and the Huntings Dogs will obviously get lighter punishments, though, and I don't expect them to cross any lines. He would, without a doubt, try to keep you as far away from his occupation as possible. Your safety is his priority, and he could not live with himself knowing that he was the reason why you were targeted by a criminal group. He gets anxious about how you are doing, so he will send a variety of texts about how you are doing throughout the day. It's a little heartwarming knowing that you're always on his mind. Because of his constant worrying about your safety, he absolutely loves to hold you in his arms so he knows that nobody can hurt you. Sometimes, though, he just wants you to hold him instead because he is always dealing with things for other people and he just wants someone to do the same for him.

that's all for today, I hoped you liked it darling! <33 have a wonderful day or night :)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #keysasks

[donnerpartyofone]

Sometimes life takes on the thematic consistency of a movie, and this is always thrilling even if you know intellectually that all of your impulses and machinations have to come from the same subconscious place.

At the beginning of the week I saw an interesting horoscope prompt to write an obituary for your past self and bury it in the ground. I decided to do this, perhaps because I have been burning for change for several years now on a level that has been making me much more insane than I already am. I thought it would feel forced and pretentious to write the obit, but it was really easy, particularly easy to see what the "past self" consists of when I notice all the things I do now that I couldn't before. It was a good feeling, that it was so obvious to me what to write. I buried it where we spread our lizard's ashes, a place where there is a view of the Statue of Liberty. Sometimes I hang around there and analyze what "liberty" means to me in a culture where we often take it for granted as a foundational principle, even though this isn't very true in practice.

It happened to be the summer solstice. On midsummer's eve I had been strangely full of energy. Someone posted a section of coptic midnight praise music, so I got out of bed and listened to that on repeat for about an hour before getting two or three hours of sleep. I woke up around dawn feeling refreshed and experienced no fatigue for the rest of the day. Then I did the writing, and the burial. Oddly (or not), I would spend the next two days finally-finalizing my married name change on every outstanding account. Becoming a different person.

In the night I'd found myself looking at pictures of snakes, my favorite animal since childhood. In the morning I vaguely remembered something having to do with snakes and midsummer; in fact there is a Lithuanian grass snake entity that is supposed to protect the home and bring good fortune, and it is connected with a sun goddess who is naturally celebrated on the solstice. I even remembered that I had some Zaltys-themed perfume in my collection, so I dug that out and enjoyed it, a sunny and snakey smell. My seemingly random snake meditation was well-timed, not only calendrically but because my husband and I have been desperately searching for a new home. We got one the next day.

In less than 24 hours, we viewed an apartment in our (really MY let's be honest) favorite neighborhood, applied to lease it, and were accepted. Of course nothing with me is ever as cut and dried as that, and in reality it took several hours to get my application materials together and do banking bullshit and just stop fucking everything up. I started a post yesterday detailing all this, but now I'm too exhausted to fix it up and post it. Suffice it to say that almost every adult activity is almost Too Hard for me, I wish I understood the world better and I really do try but it's beyond my intellectual functioning, but every time I have to take care of some administrative nonsense I'm like a goldfish passing the same plastic castle like it's brand new. Sometimes it feels like everything I do is the hardest thing I've ever done, and my only source of pride is the willingness to keep doing it.

The apartment is only slightly too expensive, which we will trade for slightly more space in a much nicer neighborhood. We've been sitting on each other's heads in a hilariously small place surrounded by toxic waste (literally) for ten years, and in the last few years it began to feel like something that was holding us back, as people, in life. Like I needed so many things to change about my health, my job situation, my daily routines, my worldly possessions, and it just didn't feel possible for anything to shift in this little place that seemed to be shrinking every day. I became convinced that moving house would trigger all of the other changes, no matter how unrelated they might appear, and I still think this may prove true.

It may not be surprising that I started going to church during this time of constriction, when I could only expand my mind. I find it easy to love the intense fetishism of Catholicism, and its enormous pantheon of different guys with different attributes. It's got more guys than GI Joe, all with cool little backstories. Somewhere I read that you can bother St. Joseph for domestic needs. He is a guy who we know very little about, which is curious because the holy family is such a big deal; it seems that he died sometime before Jesus turned water into wine, but no one knows how. There is an incredible statue of him in Star of the Sea that is epically sad and exhausted-looking, I need to get a picture of him. I actually said a novena to Joseph for the new apartment...so now I guess I'm on the hook! Good thing I confused things by also asking my favor of the Lithuanian snake entity, so I don't have to just become a fanatical Catholic. I'll have to make a little joint altar in the new place for Joseph and the serpent.

While I was changing my name on the last bank account down in the financial district, my husband texted me to say we got the apartment. It was about an hour after we submitted our application. When I stepped outside, I realized I was around the corner from St. Paul's Chapel on Broadway, an ancient-feeling place surrounded by modern steel and concrete and glass. The cemetery that wraps around the building has a view of the Oculus, which presents an extremely strange view that I couldn't get a representative photo of, so all these exteriors are stolen and you'll have to try to imagine what I mean. I did go in, though. The atmosphere is very powerful, a center of oldness and spirit and allegorical thought in the center of this futuristic business orgy. I think that I'd like to be wealthy because of course that's what everyone wants, but also because it would increase my ability to be helpful and contribute to changes I want to see around me. I thought about this while I put some money in the offering slot and lit a candle.

In esoteric thought there is something called an egregore, which is sort of like a large-scale tulpa, an entity that arises from people's collective mental and emotional investment in it; Wall Street has an egregore, and the NFL, and Broadway, and Disney, and so on. St. Paul's Chapel does a great job of announcing itself as the seat of the egregore of New York City. I regret that I couldn't get a picture of this painting without the glare in the middle, although that does add a certain amount of drama. But anyway here we are, back to the concept of Liberty. Here's hoping the new apartment brings lots and lots of growth and change.

[minhyeong]

&. 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦

genre: fluff, college au | word count: 1,494

↳ Doing your work at the library seemed like a good idea until Haechan made sure everyone within a twenty feet radius was aware of his presence. Now it just seemed like a miracle if you didn’t leave with charges of a second degree murder.

Had it not been for the laws of the land, you would’ve probably slaughtered Haechan. For some reason, there always had to be that one person who didn’t understand the universal rule of being quiet in a library. Haechan just so happened to be that person.

Huddled by the row of large windows of the library, where the scent of untouched, old books on nearby shelves was a mixture of grass and burnt earth, you had your belongings splayed out in an unorganized manner across the scratched and slightly vandalized oak table. You rubbed your aching temple with two fingers as you skimmed the articles for your research paper. A throbbing migraine was fogging your senses. The congestion had kept you up all night. The inflamed pimple on your cheek hurt every time you unconsciously leaned your head on your palm. The paper was due in two days, yet you only had your introduction written. Your hot tea that was supposed to keep you awake had already turned disgustingly cold.

Life already sucked enough, but nothing was worse than Haechan’s incessant chatter that was driving you up the wall. It was a little past 10PM. Students rarely stayed at the library until that hour, so you couldn’t understand why Haechan, who wasn’t even doing any work, had to sit three tables away from you. He was immersed in a game, aggressively tapping away at his phone, sometimes mumbling under his breath but mostly shrieking at the screen. His voice was even more evident in the near-empty library, drowning out the white noise and infrequent footsteps as more night owl students filed out.

Doing your work at the library seemed like a good idea until Haechan made sure everyone within a twenty feet radius was aware of his presence. Now it just seemed like a miracle if you didn’t leave with charges of a second degree murder.

“Why are you even here?” You huffed, snapping your head in his direction with a murderous glare. “Don’t you hate books?”

“Renjun said he needed some alone time while he was studying, so he politely asked me to stay out for a few hours,” he shared with a nonchalant shrug, not even sparing you a glance.

“It’s okay. You can say your roommate kicked you out because you are annoying.” You sneered mockingly at his situation. “It’s really inconvenient to see your face every day. I have to see you in classes, and now I have to see you at the library too? The last safe, Haechan-free place on campus?”

Haechan scoffed, the bright red letters stating he had run out of moves flashing on the screen of his phone. “The feelings are mutual.”

“Then why are you here? Go somewhere else so you don’t have to see me. The recreation center is literally a few steps away.” 

“Since you’re asking me to leave, I’m going to stay.” He stuck his tongue out, face scrunching up to mock you back.

Just before you could open your mouth to make a cutting retort, a blare of the building’s fire alarm reverberated through the halls, flashes of red flickering across the floor tiles. You met eyes with Haechan who was similarly flustered and transfixed by the sudden sound of emergency. His limbs moved before yours, flinging his gray backpack across his shoulder, and he belted out: “We have to go!” 

With a foggy brain, you could barely get your flight instinct to kick in until Haechan had a hand wrapped around your wrist to pull you toward the nearest exit. You barely stood up with legs that had fallen asleep after staying in the same position for hours, trembling fingers clutching onto your laptop, head heavy and pounding along with the echoes of the fire alarm. 

You carelessly missed a step as you sped down the stairs to the ground floor of the building, tripping forward and, fortunately, face-planting into Haechan’s back instead of the hard ground. He glanced back briefly, sprinting down the flight of steps again after you steadied yourself, pulling you along with his grip still tight on your wrist. A few other students in the front were also speeding down the stairs that slightly creaked under the small stampede.

Campus security was ushering the last few people out the front door, their neon yellow jackets a stark contrast against the warm, beige walls of the building. 

The air finally entered your lungs when you ran across the field to a safe distance from the library. You felt nauseous and bitterly cold, yet a numbness had settled deep in your limbs. You were afraid to look back at the building, too afraid to see it engulfed in an infernal blaze. 

Haechan guided you to a nearby bench, and your legs gave up, unceremoniously collapsing onto it.

“It’ll be okay,” he murmured when he saw your glazed over eyes. “We’re safe.” 

You could barely register his words with the high pitched ringing in your ears, pulling your legs up to your chest and hiding your head behind your knees. A lifeless nod was all you could offer as a response. 

He fell silent for a moment, gaze still focused intently on you. Maybe, just maybe, if you both weren’t bickering a few moments ago, he would’ve rubbed your back. He hesitantly sat next to you, tugging his sleeves down and folding his hands in his lap. 

From the wide windows, campus security could be seen scurrying around the building to locate any remaining students. No dense clouds of smoke, ashes, or debris could be seen. After a few more moments, campus security joined everyone on the field. “We’re cleared,” they announced. “It was a false alarm.” The night air became still again when the distant blare of the fire alarm completely ceased. 

Relief washed over like a soothing wave, the harsh palpitations in your chest slowing down into softer flutters. Haechan shook your shoulder. “Did you hear that? It was just a false alarm. We can go back in now.”

“You go ahead first. I still need to sit for a little bit,” you mumbled, expecting his retreating footsteps. You curiously raised your head when you noticed he was still sitting next to you. 

He glanced at you and looked offended by your inquisitive stare. “What? I’m just making sure no one kidnaps you while you’re alone out here.” 

You almost chuckled at how his playful demeanor had returned so quickly. An uncomfortable tickle in your nose caused your face to scrunch up. You turned away just before you could sneeze right into his face. The bench shook underneath.

“Was that an earthquake I just felt?” 

“Shut up.” You sniffled and tiredly rubbed your face. The drowsiness dragged you under. A soft weight suddenly draped around your shoulders, the faint scent of sweet chocolate enveloping you. 

Haechan, now stripped down to a plain white t-shirt, had offered his hoodie.

You suddenly became acutely conscious of how his fading perfume was smudging all over you. Perhaps it was the migraine clouding your judgment, but his gesture made your head spin and heart lurch a little. You peered down at the hoodie and ran your fingers along the gray cotton, coherent thoughts scattering around your mind until they dissipated and left you speechless. Frantically, you searched for words to fill the silence, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie and whipping your head away from his direction. “What did you do to it?” 

“Just take it. I don’t want them to find your frozen corpse next to me in two hours.” He nonchalantly leaned back against the bench and stretched his arms above his head. “I haven’t washed that hoodie in three months, by the way.”

You scoffed at his joke. “Of course you wouldn’t be kind enough to offer me a clean hoodie. You’re so petty.”

“Damn right I’m pretty,” Haechan retorted, dramatically flipping his hair to make his point. 

Sure, maybe he was pretty, but you would rather leap out the window than admit that in front of him. “I said petty,” you insisted.

He ignored your remark and confidently sent you a wink, his eyes twinkling mischievously under the street light. 

“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re actually somewhat cute.” When the realization hit, your face turned a shade of red that almost didn’t seem humanly possible, and you were just about ready to dig a hole and bury yourself in it forever. 

Haechan just blinked at you, trying to make sense of what he had just heard. The silence seemed to stretch into infinity until he finally spoke up. “I’m what?”

“I said you make me want to puke!” In a frenzy, you flung his hoodie off your shoulders so quickly that a sleeve smacked him right across the face. You gathered your laptop into your arms and sprinted for the library again, frantically brainstorming all the possible excuses to not attend class tomorrow and avoid Haechan. 

#haechan scenarios #haechan fluff #haechan imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff

[lightly-lumiere]

Consider an angsty Harringroveson post-s4 au where everybody lived.

Steve, Eddie and Billy got together after the whole Vecna/Upside Down mess is solved. They’re quite happy with the three of them, supportive of each other and their unique traumas, although Billy struggles a just little bit more (i.e. literally being possessed, the much heavier scarring, tw: Neil). They take interest in each other’s passion, they do cute things together, have an amazing sex life, all the good stuff.

When the Party and everyone is hanging out though, Billy still feels like he doesn’t really fit with them. Always hovering on the outside, not really knowing what to say in conversation, no one really engaging with him. Most are still a little bit wary of him, don’t really know how to talk to him after everything that happened. Once the throuple is revealed to everyone, Billy immediately gets the sense that everyone (with the exception of Max and El probably) doesn’t really like him with them. Something to the effect of - “I get Steve and Eddie, but why him.”

Maybe almost everyone shovel talks Billy about hurting Steve and Eddie, making him extremely anxious about fucking up the relationship. Everyone else seems to think that he will. Steve and Eddie only get shovel talked by Max. Maybe there are occasions where Steve and Eddie are invited to things together, and Billy who knows when he’s not wanted doesn’t insert himself. He finds himself alone more and more. Maybe sometimes people outright forget that he is part of the relationship too. And Steve and Eddie, bless them, all this goes over their heads because they are blinded by the love of their throuple (cheesy I know), and just think that Billy needs alone time or just doesn’t want to be around people.

All of this makes Billy feel really sad and anxious, constantly asking himself when Eddie and Steve are going to drop him. Makes him insecure about his scars and all his baggage. And because it’s Billy he doesn’t know how to express how he feels or even begin to talk about it.

One night, the whole gang is at Steve’s house, having a get together. After half an hour of no one speaking to Billy and him not knowing how to start a conversation with any of them, just quietly ups and leaves to Steve’s bedroom. All of his bottled up feelings come flooding out and he starts to cry and break down. He collapses against the bed and sits on the floor. He tries to be silent, because for all his sadness he doesn’t want to mess up the evening for everyone.

Downstairs, a little bit later, Max notices they’re one head short and that Billy isn’t there. She’d picked up on the tension that the gang had when Billy was around and she’d tried to make him feel better in her own way when she could. They hugged a lot more now. She discreetly goes to where Eddie and Steve are sitting, dipping her head between them from behind. “Billy isn’t here.” She whispers and the two boys perk up immediately, looking slightly wide eyed around the room and sure enough they can’t find a curly blonde head. The rest are distracted enough that Steve and Eddie slip out and run upstairs, where Max said she thought she heard a noise.

They find Billy still in the middle of his break down. They immediately scoop him up into a hug on either side of him and hold him as he cries. Steve and Eddie sort of look at each other wondering about what’s happened. When the tears have dried up sometime later, they ask him.

“What happened Bills?”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry.”

“Hey no, you don’t have to be sorry and it’s clearly not nothing.”

“You can tell us, it’s okay.”

And so he does.

Not sure how to end this but in my mind they figure it out and work on it together with the three of them :)

[also disclaimer: I don’t think the kids and teens would do this intentionally or maliciously. Also this is fiction, if you like certain characters and don’t like others that’s fine! I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t like]

#harringroveson #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 8: lie

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : none I guess, maybe jimin just teasing his best friend, frustrated!yoongi

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello, boring chapter here, sorry. I was a bit tired but I wanted to continue a bit. Hopefully the next chapters will be interesting. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. - have a nice sunday guys love y’all - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

Weeks had passed and your morning sickness was long forgotten.

It happened that sometimes you felt a bit dizzy but nothing too serious. The doctor reassured you saying it was totally normal.

You were in your first trimester, about 10-11 weeks already. It's been around three months since you're pregnant.

Time was going so fast to you. Your little belly started really showing up, anxiety making its presence about what people could think of you.

Yoongi and you went shopping these last two weeks, to buy more oversized clothes to cover your body a bit more.

"in a month and a half my exams start." you reminded Yoongi.

"I know but don't worry too much about it. Everything's gonna be fine." he took your hand gently in his.

[ YOONGI’S OFFICE ]

"yoongi." someone called from the other side of the office’s door.

"go away." your brother groaned irritated.

The doors swam open abruptly, revealing a quiet Jimin making Yoongi frowned.

The usually smiling boy glanced quickly over at your sleeping figure on the couch, a thin blanket covering you.

"we need to talk." he approached Yoongi.

"sit. talk. and go work. But if you're gonna talk about what you did this weekend just get out, I don't have time for that." he said firmly.

He put his pen down on his desk waiting for Jimin to speak.

"It's about y/n." he muttered.

"ok listen." Yoongi started softly.

"you know, I really appreciate you Jimin. You’re my friend, literally a brother to me. And she also really appreciates you, but I don't think she feels the same way-"

"what the heck are you talking about bro? It's not that. she's like a sister for me. I, personally, don't feel something like that for her, don't worry about that."

"oh sorry, go on then." he gestured for him to continue.

"what's with her these days? She's different." Jimin trailed out feeling sad.

"She's kinda distant with us. She only stays with you. it's like she's avoiding us. Did we do something? Did I do something? I kinda, you know, I miss her. She's my friend and I'm worried." Jimin sighed deeply.

"oh, hm, well she's just really stressed these days. Her exams are coming soon so yea, she's busy too. Sometimes I help her learn, that's why she's always with me and she ends up sleeping there, like you can see, because of how tired she is."

Jimin stared at his friend, not trusting his words.

He knew something was off, but what?

And why his friend had to lie? It's definitely important and he has to find out. He wanted to be there for them if they needed.

He hummed standing up from his seat as he walked to the doors without a words making Yoongi throw his head back in frustration.

"fuck it."

[ 2 hours later ]

"wake up woman, it's time to go home."

Yoongi lightly shook your tired body making you groaned. You opened your eyes, seeing your brother with his bag ready to leave.

"did I sleep that much?" you sighed as you stretch your sore muscles.

"yea you lazy potato." Yoongi said poking your cheek before helping you standing up from the couch and collect your belongings.

You were walking to the elevator alone when you bumped with someone.

"oh I'm sorry! are you ok? oh y/n? are you alone?" the tall man looked down at your tired form.

"it's ok, it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going, and no I'm waiting for Yoongi, he forgot something in his office." you talked playing with your fingers.

Taehyung noticed your nervousness as he put his hand on your shoulder gently.

"don't be nervous around me please." he said softly making you look up at him, your cheeks warming up.

"I’m-"

"y/n, I'm here." you saw your brother approaching you.

"oh Tae you're still here?"

"yes I just finished, I'm heading home." he pressed the button to open the elevator's doors, gesturing you and his friend to enter first.

"y/n, you seem exhausted do you want some water to freshen up? I have a bottle of water in my bag." the gentleman offered but you shook your head smiling shyly.

"it's ok t-thank you, I'm not really thirsty, I'm just sleepy. But thank you again." Taehyung smiled before nodding.

You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Yoongi observed you, why do you seemed .. embarrassed?

no, not embarrassed. nervous? shy?

He couldn't point a finger on it but your behavior seemed different from earlier. He let it slid as he yawned loudly startling you and Taehyung.

"Be careful on your way home guys." Taehyung waved as he walked to his car.

"You too." Yoongi said putting his arm around your shoulder guiding you to his car.

   [ TAEHYUNG'S HOUSE ]

Jimin sipped on his cold beer before talking.

"man, this dude is so annoying. he literally sent me a novel. If only I didn't open his e-mail. now I've to read it before friday." the boy complained to his best friend whom was lost in his thoughts.

Like usual, Jimin would come over at Taehyung’s for no specific and valid reasons. Most of the time, he came to complain about his life or either spend time drinking with Taehyung to "relax".

"and this morning this jerk stole my coffee, I just want to break his fingers one by one." Jimin put his beer on the coffee table exasperated as he let his head rest on the back of the couch.

"Taehyung are you listening to me?"

Jimin looked over at his friend looking into the void.

"ah yea yea sorry."

"what are you thinking about?" his best friend crossed his legs staring at him.

"no one." he looked at Jimin's empty can.

"so you're thinking about someone-"

"your can is empty, I'm gonna take more from the fridge quickly." the man stood up abruptly walking to his kitchen.

Giving the beer to his short friend, the tall man let his body dropped on his sofa.

"you think I forgot you huh? so tell me who you were thinking about!" Jimin insisted excited.

"argh, Jimin i was just thinking about work."

"nah man you said "no one", so you were definitely thinking about someone!"

"my father."

"so you're telling me you're blushing while thinking of your dad." Jimin said playfully making his friend sighed heavily.

"sooooo???" he leaned toward Taehyung.

"no one." he groaned.

"It's y/n, isn't it?" 

Jimin smirked at the heavy silence, his friend's cheeks turning a deep red as his grip on the beer's can tightened.

"I was so fucking sure!" Jimin laughed loudly.

"you love her, don't you?"  he smiled widely at his flustered friend.

"stop saying non-sense J-"

"non-sense my ass! I've seen the way you look at her. The day you met for the first time you were literally drooling on the table. And when you dropped your water on me, it's because she looked at you hmm?" Jimin bit his lips trying to maintain his excitement.

Taehyung huffed as he threw a pillow at the overexcited boy.

"aw my best friend is in love!" Jimin sang happily.

"yah stop! In love .. is way too much." Taehyung gulped his drink frustrated.

"maybe, I say maybe... I find her pretty cute."

"anddddddd??" Jimin smiled widely.

"She's just .. interesting. I admire her. That's it." he finally admitted putting the empty can on the floor.

Jimin sat closer to him and pat his shoulder.

"she's someone really nice, so I understand why you fell for her." he said softly.

"you'd look good together not gonna lie." Taehyung slapped his hand away.

"shut up."

They continued eating their noodles until Jimin spoke again.

"what are you gonna do?"

"nothing."

"why?"

"yoongi." he continued, munching his food.

"what about him? He's not gonna be the one cuddling you." Jimin teased wiggling his eyebrows.

"Jimin I'm warning you!"

"you scared of him? You shouldn't, he'll understand."

"but it's not only that. It's her. what if she doesn't feel the same?" Taehyung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously.

"let's find out then." Jimin laid down on the couch comfortably grabbing the remote to turn the tv on.

"what do you mean?"

"let's finish the drama we started, shall we?"

                       [ MIN'S RESIDENCE ]

"Yoongi, are you ok?" you asked worried as you approached the tired man.

"yes, I’m fine don’t worry." he forced a smile.

You handed him a glass of water as you sat next to him. He thanked you, gulping the cold liquid.

"you can’t lie." you mumbled making Yoongi scoff.

"tell me what happened, please. If you don’t want me to worry about you." you pursed your lips expectantly making your brother groan.

"gosh you’re stubborn huh." he let a breathy laugh escaped from his mouth.

"got it from you dear brother." you grinned.

"Jimin came earlier in my office when you were sleeping and he asked about you." he started making you furrow your eyebrows getting curious.

"what did he asked?"

"he was wondering why you’re so distant with them. he’s thinking he probably did something but I denied and told him you were just tired and stressed because of your exams." Yoongi sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he rest his head back.

"do you think he believed you?" he bit on your lip feeling unsure about all that.

"Yea I think he did." he shrugged.

"you bad at lying so I’m kinda worried now. What if he discover what’s going on?" you gulped.

"hey no. don’t worry. we will find a way to avoid that hm." he took your hand in his gently reassuring you.

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A/N : sorry i know this part seemed boring. I’ll try to write something better for the next part. Love y’all .

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[ketastore]

poly flower and ruby and you

gender neutral, 2nd pov

headcanons

i love these two lesbians

✩

- oh my god they love you SO MUCH!!

- these two girls love spending every damn minute of their time with you. they both have very creative hobbies and they would be so happy if you could join them!!

- ruby and flower are into cute and girly things. fashion, glitter, flowers... they love to look pretty and often do tiny makeovers for each other. you're not into such preppy stuff? too bad bro. get ready for HOURS of shopping, with ruby and flower putting you into cute outfits and rating how good they look on you. they love dolling you up

- flower definitely made you three AT LEAST a dozen of matching sweaters (each suited for a different occasion, duh!!)

- very very supportive and protective of you. they're your number one fans!!! they both have very unique ways of hyping you up too. ruby relies on small gestures that ease any nervousness or anxieties you might have, like holding your hand or gently reassuring you. flower on the other hand is very aggressive (in the best way possible ofc) she literally just grabs you by the shoulders, shakes you and yells how much she loves you and how you're the best, coolest, smartest, prettiest, etc hehehe

- also yes they stand ZERO hate against u. someone talking behind your back, bullying you or otherwise making your life miserable? your girlies have no mercy. either ruby beats them up or flower spreads some nasty career-ruining rumours about them

- these two love to gossip. nothing bad of course, that'd be below their level. but sometimes you are quite impressed by the amount of knowledge your GFs have on a random person you barely know lol... and of course they love to share all the recent tea with you >:) also don't worry if you have no idea what they're talking about, i don't know either!

- flower and ruby are very confident and don't feel any shame for whatever they do! be it how they present themselves, their hobbies, their style, their love for you, anything really! they're both quite loud, literally and metaphorically. if you don't have this attitude yet, they will definitely try and pass it onto you somehow. it's totally fine if you're more of a reserved person of course, they just don't want you to have any self doubt or low confidence :( you're literally the most amazing person in their eyes!

- they both flaunt you a lot in public. they love talking about you with others and always say the nicest of things. they're just so proud of you!! ruby and flower get so happy when all three of you go outside, holding hands and being all lovey dovey. they're like yes!!! everyone look at my awesome partners!!! they're the best!!!

- lots of PDA. nothing crazy or sappy, just some small kisses, hand holding, affectionate words... they won't do anything if you tell them to, of course (they would be SO sad if they ever made you uncomfortable! >_<) they just enjoy showing everyone how much you mean to them!!

- depends on whether or not you're a fan of physical contact in general, but after a long day of looking slay and pretty the girls just love to cuddle until they fall asleep. if you're up for it, they will totally invite you into their cuddle pile! it doesn't matter what position you prefer, it changes pretty much every night since none of you can sit still for too long

- because you guys sleep on one king sized bed, lots of shenanigans happen during the night. you might fall asleep sandwiched between the two, dozing off and feeling all nice and cozy... but then then you wake up hours later, cold and on the other side of the bed. flower is now sleeping on the floor (probably got kicked out) and ruby is hoarding all the blankets for herself. sometimes the roles switch though..

- ALSO, obviously, just one bed isn't always big enough for three people, that's why you guys sometimes make huge blanket forts that end in brutal pillow fights (flower usually wins, she's vicious)

- lots and i mean lots of gifts between you three. ruby and flower both like those simple homemade ones, as long as there's a good meaning behind them. and yes flower gives you sweaters all the time, what else did you expect?? ruby on the other hand likes giving you small trinkets that she's found :D

- overall your relationship is very cute and girly and spontaneous!! the girls have a lot of energy, so i feel like in a way it's ideal for them to have more than just one romantic partner y'know? :O

- it depends on what your personality is like, but you can either balance their chaotic energy with your calm composure OR you can further magnify it and thrive in this girly madness with them... it's all up to you!

- just know that you will never have a boring day in your life with these two girlies by your side >:)

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Was at bath and body works the other day and imagined how M would be the spouse that sits on the bench outside while their partner smells candles for half an hour and it got me thinking, what would UB + co (Tina, verda and his fam, doug, rebecca, even Bobby 🤢) be doing at B+BW? I'd love to hear you're opinion on this and also wanna hear what our darling Dinah would be doing too!

Wait this is so big brain omg

M would absolutely make a disgusted face and have to sit like a considerable distance away ESPECIALLY if we’re talking like a mall bath & bodyworks. They would literally not know peace if there was also a Cinnabon. We don’t know to what extent exactly the detective neutralizes their senses but I imagine to get M to go in there would need to be a considerable reward but it would be more of a hassle than anything because M would also be like draped over the detective and would probably make the employees uncomfortable with the cold stares because (no offense if you work there) Bath & Bodyworks employees are super friendly but also won’t leave you be to shop and look around on your own. Wait also sometimes they spray things right next to you too and give you the little strip to smell and that employee would really get glared at. I have to get off M for this I’m just digging myself deeper down this rabbit hole. Also would not stop you from buying however much you want but would definitely be like “I’m not helping you carry that if you buy a lot”

I think A might be somewhere in M territory but I could also see them being the type to be adamant that it doesn’t bother them at all especially if the detective eggs it on. A would not be fun to take with you because they’re practical and would be like “you do not need six candles at one time also this price is outrageous” but I think they would be fun to bring because I could see them looking at all the labels and being like “that’s not how a beach smells at all”. Would absolutely use logic to talk you out of over buying and splurging.

N would go in with no fuss I think even if it’s painful and would probably have a decent time. If your detective is the type to go for the dessert/fruit/sweet smells I could see there being a teensy tiny problem because I think N would want to get the “sophisticated” or more subtle scents but I’m sure there’s a middle ground to be found. N would find a way to make it work. Similar to A I think it might get them a little perplexed with scent/name discrepancy but I think they would have more humor about it. You’re buying $100 worth of stuff? So are they. Soulmates really do exist.

F would also go in no fuss at all and I think would really enjoy smelling stuff or at least the best they can. I imagine they would have a lot of fun with scents and names being like “who got to decide this is what red smells like” and all that. Would love to rate how accurate smells are to the name too. If the detective started worrying about how much/how long they’re in there with F’s hypersenses I just imagine F being like “headaches come and go but the buy three get three only comes every now and then we gotta get everything we want while it’s here”. Probably overdoes it to the point where you give all the leftover stock as gifts for the holidays or something lol Nothing will be learned and it will happen again.

Please don’t invite Verda and fam I can only imagine the stress he would feel with the kids running around touching all the glass stuff and wanting to smell EVERYTHING. Also expensive stuff in there looks like toys but is not toys lol

Please invite Tina she wants to go so bad especially if your detective is the type to splurge and not make her feel guilty about the damage she’s about to do to her bank account. I would actually really love to see what would happen with a Tina that does know about UB and that supernaturals exist shopping at Bath & Bodyworks around Halloween. This soap is has a vampire name, is the smell accurate y/n

Bobby straight up sucks so I think if they went with the detective when they were together that they would loudly complain and ask if they’re done yet and make the detective anxious/not have a good time and staff and customers would probably feel real bad.

As for my detective… she really is Mason’s nightmare come to life and it’s really unfortunate for him that’s she’s like it for him. She’s buying up candles and perfumes that she’ll never get through in her lifetime. Probably still has discontinued scents from like 10 years ago taking up space but will not get rid of them because some days she’ll want to smell like a strawberry and others she wants to smell like whatever twilight is supposed to smell like so she has to be stocked up just in case. She’s very understanding that UB may not want to go in with her but the doe eyed look might be hard to say no to. She is a fruity/sweet scent fan. Dinah would be the type you would want to go with for a no judgement buying experience and also would just enjoy sampling all the scents. Do not bring her with you if you don’t like shopping with someone who makes you smell whatever they just smelled.

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