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superlunar-eclipse · 4 months

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SUMMARY ➤ Dean and Sam, concerned about their missing father, approach their estranged elder sister Y/N, an FBI agent, for help. Despite initial resistance due to past grievances and her current job, Y/N eventually agrees to join them in their search, setting the stage for a journey filled with potential challenges and dangers.

WARNINGS ➤ injury’s, injured Y/N, stabbed wound (to the shoulder), small shard of glass on Y/N’s face and the back of their head, and slight arguing.

CHARACTERS ➤ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, mentions of John Winchester, and Adam William (added character)

WORD COUNT ➤ 1,180 words

OTHER ➤ Y/N is a FBI agent, small mention of Y/N being 32 years old, set in season 1, episode 1.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➤ first fanfic! hopefully dean and sam don’t act too OOC, but lmk if they do!

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam took a deep breath before responding, "So, he's working one of his usual overtime shifts on a 'Miller Time'. It's nothing to worry about. He's bound to stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean glanced down at the cold, hard ground, allowing his eyes to linger there for a moment before looking back up at Sam. His voice was full of concern as he said, "Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days."

Sam’s expression remained stoic, giving away nothing of the worry that was slowly starting to creep in. Jess, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on. You can't just break into my place in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said, his voice echoing in the silence of the night as he followed Dean down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I'm not just asking you to hit the road with me. I need you to help me find him." He looked back at Sam, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"I- I don’t understand, why couldn’t you have called Y/N? Isn’t she an FBI agent or something like that?" Sam questioned, his hand reaching out to grab Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to halt his progress.

Dean sighed loudly, a sound that echoed throughout the quiet night. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he had whenever he was troubled. "Well I… kinda don’t know where she is…" he admitted shamefully.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear sign of his confusion. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know where she is’?"

Dean pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Well I don’t know her exact location but I know she’s somewhere in Washington DC or something like that!"

Sam scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "That’s all the way across the country."

"Well did you want this to go quicker?" Dean shot back defensively.

Sam simply rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Look, are you coming with me or not?" Dean asked, his patience clearly running thin.

"I’m not." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Why not?" Dean questioned, his frustration clear.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all bad."

Dean starts heading down the stairs once again, with Sam quickly on his trail.

"You know, in almost three years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean tried to reason, his voice softening.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find the both of them."

Y/N, a 32 year old FBI agent, sat in the back of the ambulance as the woman cleaned up her many cuts. Her shoulder had been stabbed by the unsub and her head was smashed into a sheet of glass.

"Alright, you're done." The woman finished cleaning her cuts, placing a bandage on her forehead and applying gauze tape to her wound.

Y/N smiled at the woman and hopped off the ambulance truck.

"Y/N!" someone shouted from the distance. She turned to see her great friend Adam, who was the first one to welcome her to the FBI.

She smiled softly as he gave her a comforting hug, "Ow, my shoulder." Her nose scrunched up in pain.

"Sorry," the corners of his mouth turned up as he let go of her.

Other agents of the FBI walked up to her, thanking her for her bravery. "Thank you for saving that girl's life."

"No problem." She gave them a comforting smile.

The agents walked away to discuss matters with other departments.

Y/N and Adam talked about the case for a little while, before Adam turned his attention to something behind her.

"Hey, do you know those people over there?" He asked.

She turned around to look at the people Adam was pointing at. She tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly as she tried to recognize them.

Why did they look so familiar?

Her face paled when she realized who they were.

"Uhm, yea- yeah I do, I’ll be right back," she stuttered, patting his shoulder reassuringly before she walked away.

"What are you guys doing here and how in the hell did you guys find me?" Y/N whispered-yelled at the two boys, her eyes wide with surprise.

"We need your help," Dean replied simply.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, "Oh, so all of a sudden you both need me after what, three years of not talking to me?"

Dean, with a dramatic flair that was all too typical of him, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Listen-" he began, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.

But she cut him off, her frustration palpable. "Dean, please, I really don’t have time for this," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Sam, practically silent until now, took a step forward. His eyes critically scanned over her face and body, noting the signs of recent distress. "What happened to your shoulder?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

In response, she lifted a brow and shot him a sarcastic look. "Take a guess, Sam. I’m in the FBI," she said dryly.

He rolled his eyes at her retort. Typical Y/N, he thought, not for the first time.

Dean, who had been silent during their exchange, finally spoke. "Dad’s been missing for a few days, and we… we need you," he stated, his eyes narrowed and serious.

Her reaction was almost immediate. Her jaw tightened, her eyes darkened, her whole demeanor turned defensive. "And why would I want to find him?" she shot back, her voice icy.

He faltered, at a loss for words. He turned away, his gaze landing aimlessly on the nearby crime site.

Now it was Sam’s turn to speak up. He stepped forward, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please, we really need you right now," he implored, giving her a puppy-dog look. It was a tactic he used to use all the time when he was younger to get what he wanted.

She looked away from him, her lips pursed, her face screwed up in thought. After a long pause, she finally voiced her question. "How- how long is this going to take?"

Dean was the one to answer. "Four days."

She sighed out loud, a wearied sound that echoed in the silence. "You do realize I have a real job, right?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes, a retort already forming on his lips. But before he could speak, Y/N interrupted him.

"Fine, I’ll go with you two," she said, her voice resigned.

Dean smiled lightly, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Y/N."

And so, they walked together to Dean's car, unaware of the challenges and dangers that lay ahead of them.

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exastrisnonnocere · 7 months

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Character Info Sheet

NAME: Silas Lane Garcia Alderin

NAME MEANING: Silas meaning 'of the forest' from the Latin Silvanus and he is named after his paternal grandfather. Lane is masculinized from his mother's name Elena (specifically her nickname Lanie), which is the Spanish variation of the name Helen, meaning 'bright, shining light'. Silas's surname is officially Alderin, with his mother's first surname Garcia (of Garcia Villegas or Garcia-Villegas from the traditional dos apellidos convention) listed as a sort of second middle name, since Elena had elected to take her husband's name at the time of their marriage. Garcia is a Spanish surname meaning 'bear', while Alderin is a spelling variation of Aldrin, either from the Old English meaning 'old and wise ruler' or the Old Norse Áleifr meaning 'noble leader'. (OOC: surname was definitely chosen because Buzz Aldrin but also more because mun is a Lily Aldrin from HIMYM stan no regrets)

ALIAS/ES: Nicknamed Si (pronounced like sigh), also called Miguel by his grandfather after he developed dementia and often mistook Silas for his father, Michael.

ETHNICITY: Mexican (Mother's side) & British/Italian (Father's side)

ONE (1) PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR CHARACTER:

THREE HCS YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE: ( I've been writing this man since 2012, I'm pretty sure I've told everything to one person or another at some point, so we'll go with some HCs I haven't posted on this blog yet. )

Silas is allergic to copper (and incidentally the blood and various other bodily fluids of Vulcans; he learned this the hard way with his Vulcan Academy boyfriend because I thought it was funny af and for literally no other reason)

He really, *really* enjoys getting flowers. Like, a lot. Give this lorge grown ass man flowers and watch him smile and blush.

Silas is not especially a fan of labels in regards to sexuality. Silas has almost exclusively dated men for almost twenty years, but he has also had many emotional relationships with women during that time. If pressed, he would say that he is primarily physically attracted to men and primarily emotionally attracted to women, though both attractions develop with either one, eventually. His relationships with men tend to be intensely passionate, but emotionally shallow or needlessly complicated, while his relationships with women are often deeply established before any kind of desire rears its head. Because of this, the women he falls in love with are usually already well-established as friends, and he declines to pursue any romantic involvement for the sake of the existing relationship.

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

Reading. This boy is always reading like five books at a time. He is partial to poetry and fiction, but he's also all up in the niche scientific and anthropological research spaces.

Cooking. He likes food. Real food. Replicators suck. The end.

Dancing/Singing. He sings while he's cooking. He dances in the shower. Music lives in his body at all times, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

EIGHT PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES: (PSA: multiship so each one exists in its own little verse unless there's an arranged poly situation going on; also, if you are not on this list don't worry, he likes almost everyone! I just picked the 8 who are closest to him currently and/or have been close to him for years; if we haven't interacted much or haven't discussed their relationship OOC then I don't like to make assumptions about it overall.)

Ten of Eleven aka Madeline - his baby girl, pride and joy, and the true love of his life, his adopted daughter.

Jin Kim - Long time OTP played off-site, biochemist with a crappy disposition but great legs.

Leonard McCoy (@onlybonesleft ) - Sometimes platonic soulmate, sometimes not platonic at all, but inevitably cut from the same cloth. Both men are too used to caring for others and not enough for themselves, so they pester each other into self-care submission and their relationship keeps me up at night because reasons.

Christine Chapel (@nursc ) - The bright spot in a shitty day but also 100% reliable when you need help on the floor. She knows her shit, she gets things done, she's the one he calls when he needs a hand. He hopes she knows she can count on him for the same. His work wife, his non-work wife, his gossip girl, his bestie. Can't live without her, doesn't want to.

Sergio Alderin - His middle brother, closest in age and the one he still sometimes talks to. Schoolteacher. Married to his childhood BFF.

Simon Castelo - His childhood BFF and brother-in-law, keeps him up to date with goings on in his brothers' lives more often than the brothers themselves, given their rocky relationships.

Michael (Mikey) Alderin Jr. - Youngest brother, wanderlust type with little guidance and direction in his life. Suffered in foster care and blames Silas for not being there to protect him.

James T. Kirk (@traiilblazer ) - On-again, off-again lovers, played off-site.

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

Losing his brothers. While they are all three alive and well, the relationship between them is strained. Silas leaving foster care and his subsequent failure to obtain custody of his younger brothers at the time of their parents' deaths is something he wishes had gone differently. He thinks he gave up too easily, that he should have tried harder. He also carries guilt because, deep down, his failure at the time had been a relief. Relief from the burden of trying to figure out how to provide for and raise his siblings when he, himself, was only 17.

Getting married. Not so much the relationships themselves, but the almost knee-jerk urge to put untested romances under the stress of a long-term, official commitment. Military marriages tho, amirite?

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

Autophobia, also called monophobia, isolophobia, or eremophobia, is the specific phobia or a morbid fear or dread of oneself or of being alone, isolated, abandoned, and ignored. For Silas, this manifests as a fear of ending up alone or almost an expectation of abandonment. This is, incidentally, contrary to how he has operated throughout his life in the past, where he is and always has been fiercely independent out of necessity and often chooses not to rely on others for help or support. He often pursues relationships with individuals who need him in some way, rather than pursuing mutuality and emotional intimacy which would require him to be vulnerable, thereby ensuring that he both has intrinsic value to the other person and that if/when the relationship ends, he is not utterly destroyed by it. He believes that love exists, but he does not believe it exists for him or that he is deserving of it.

Trypanophobia is the extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles. This seems like an inconvenient fear for a doctor to have, however it only manifests when he himself is facing an injection or medical procedure, himself. The fear, at this point in his life, is fairly minor and easily overcome, however it was, at one point, severe and debilitating to his ability to work. Early in his career, Silas and a few others on his away team encountered a Borg vessel and were partially assimilated during that encounter. After being recovered, the various nanite appendages were surgically removed, but the initial trauma of being injected and losing identity and autonomy was heavily damaging to his mental state for some time after the event.

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @ensnchekov TAGGING: @onlybonesleft & anyone else (if u want u don't have to)

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ask-hurricane-twist · 11 months

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Hurricane Twist stared at the letter in her hooves, it was someone welcoming her to "tumblr", whatever that was. She tilted her head. "... Alright, weird, but hi! I was told.. You guys are always watching or listening?" Hurricane Twist looked displeased for a moment but eventually shrugged. "Feel free to-"

A voice interrupted Hurricane Twist.

"Hurricane! You're going to be late for school!"

"Sorry Mom! I'm coming!" Hurricane Twist beckoned back before letting the letter in her hooves drop to the floor again.

OOC details + long post under the cut!

List of all the current next gens in this next gen au! Note: some may not have refs or currently be in the works. Be patient!

Royalty:

Princess Cosmic Eclipse

Prince Midnight Sky

Prince Cloudy Day

Prince Lucid Dream

Princess Flurry Heart

Princess Nexus Star

Princess Numinous

Valiant Adventure

Mane Six:

Spectra Storm

Jewel Shine

Gem Glitter

Peach Apple

Others:

Hurricane Twist

Cara Orange

Clementine Orange

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy next gen(s) needed, others wanted. WIP list.

Rules:

Treat everyone with kindness! Cringe culture is dead and so is bullying! This is especially true for those who think bigotry is gonna be allowed. Bigots, bullies, and haters will not be given the time of day.

This is a SFW blog! There will be no NSFW, including asks!

Pregnancy will be a purposely vague topic! Don't give details, its a squick of mine.

Rape, pedophilia, and zoophilia will not be spoken about nor made comments about. This show is about colorful ponies with magic butt tattoos making friends after all.

Expect more rules to be added as I see fit.

Tagging System:

character.writes - character specific moments

anonymous.letter - anon asks

mailbox.notices - all asks

username.postcard - asks not on anon

mun.writes - ooc moments

mun.announces - announcements

character.origin - reference sheets, bio posts, character information, etc

mun.draws - ooc art

mun.stories - ooc stories

character.draws - ic moments but drawn

character.stories - ic moments but written

#pinned post #brony #mlp fim #mlp next gen #my little pony #my little pony next gen #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp ask blog #oc ask blog #my little pony ask blog #ask blog #rp blog #mlp rp #mun.announces #hurricane.writes #oc: hurricane twist

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prpfs · 11 months

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I’m a 21+ writer who is literate and writes multi-paragraph to Novella style responses in the third person. GMT Timezone and a regular responder hoping for the same. That said, real life always comes first to me and I deeply respect my roleplay partner and their time. ❤️

I have zero limits and I’m a huge fan of angsty stories with darker themes (taboo is fine with me) but I also like fluffy scenes. I’m OOC friendly and really like sending through things like memes, songs that remind me of the characters… I can even make social media accounts/screenshots at times to add to things if the story is in a modern setting.

I love writing side characters because I truly believe friendships are just as important as the main romance.

I’m open to all sorts of plots for the below pairings. I’ve included a few tidbits but I have ideas in my head for them all. That said, I’d love to come up with something together and work as a pair to make an awesome plot. Bold is the character I want to write as.

The Umbrella Academy

- Klaus/Diego

• Open to anything here with no solid ideas. Pushing Daisies style detective drama? Commission Klaus instead of Lila? HS!AU or a Group Home concept. Together in the 60’s AU. Commission Diego or Klaus.. Up for so many things :)

- Klaus/Five

I’ve got a couple ideas for this. TW for suicide in the first!

After a safe landing into the present, things mostly go back to normal except that Klaus isn’t coping. He chooses to die and is accepted up by the Lil girl in the sky. Except that Five isn’t happy with this and goes a day back in time to stop it. Then it happens again a week later. He goes back. So on and so forth. Eventually Five realises that the best way to stop this is by giving Klaus reasons to remain.

The second idea is a loose concept with the Handler picking Klaus up and keeping him for a few years prior to her collecting Five. She moulds him into someone obedient enough to stay where he’s been put and makes him firm on the belief that leaving would be stupid. As Five joins the commission, The Handler takes him to Klaus just so he also knows that leaving would be the worst possible thing. They can spend time with each other so long as Five completes his missions. The consequences of stepping a toe out of line aren’t worth thinking about.

Bring me your ideas too! Them stuck in the 60’s together waiting for the others to land? Five ending up the same age. Forced to survive together, Five getting a job… Klaus being Klaus.

Just… Five being ‘I hate everyone but him’ and them being the definition of someone will die / of fun!

- Klaus/Axel

• A few more scattered thoughts. The Swedes being assigned to watch the Hargreeves in the 60’s and Axel being in charge of Klaus (can also do the same plot in the modern era) or a cute slice of life thing with Axel returning to the modern times and courting Klaus all old fashioned like. Open to anything:)

White Collar

- Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke

• A cat and mouse love story! Love the idea of them having a romance whilst Neal is on the run and Peter is meant to be catching him, not waking up beside him with a note next to the bed - some clue to solve. This can all eventually lead to canon time with Neal working for Peter and the tension still being there!

Doctor Who

- Clara/Twelve

Happy to set this at any point!

-Clara/Rose

-Clara/Yaz

I’m thinking perhaps a story where Clara is travelling in her TARDIS, similar to her splinters she winds up meeting people connected to the Doctor.

Yellowjackets

Lottie/Nat

Nat/Misty

Interview with the Vampire

Claudia/Original Female Character

I would require a character sheet for this as I want to see how they’d vibe with Claudia and how we’d slot them together.

Downton Abbey

Sybil/Original Female Character

Same as above about requiring a character sheet. Do they work at the Abbey? Are they part of the equality for women movement?

Sybil/Mary

Like this and I will reach out to you and you can tell me about yourself/your writing style/what you’re interested in etc. Please be open in your introduction, as I tend to take first impressions as a writing sample! :)

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

#the umbrella academy roleplay #the umbrella academy rp #white collar rp #downtown abbey rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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findroleplay · 11 months

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I love writing side characters because I truly believe friendships are just as important as the main romance.

The Umbrella Academy

- Klaus/Diego

- Klaus/Five

I’ve got a couple ideas for this. TW for suicide in the first!

Bring me your ideas too! Them stuck in the 60’s together waiting for the others to land? Five ending up the same age. Forced to survive together, Five getting a job… Klaus being Klaus.

Just… Five being ‘I hate everyone but him’ and them being the definition of someone will die / of fun!

- Klaus/Axel

White Collar

- Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke

Doctor Who

- Clara/Twelve

Happy to set this at any point!

-Clara/Rose

-Clara/Yaz

I’m thinking perhaps a story where Clara is travelling in her TARDIS, similar to her splinters she winds up meeting people connected to the Doctor.

Yellowjackets

Lottie/Nat

Nat/Misty

Interview with the Vampire

Claudia/Original Female Character

I would require a character sheet for this as I want to see how they’d vibe with Claudia and how we’d slot them together.

Downton Abbey

Sybil/Original Female Character

Same as above about requiring a character sheet. Do they work at the Abbey? Are they part of the equality for women movement?

Sybil/Mary

#rp #roleplay #the umbrella academy rp #white collar rp #doctor who rp #jellowjackets rp #interview with the vampire rp #downtown abbey rp

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thesoftestirises · 2 years

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always, forever - final.

♡ pairing: steven x reader ♡ rating : 18+ ♡ word count : 6k ♡ smut warnings : thigh riding, oral (m receiving), facials, nipple play ♡ warnings : age gap relationship (the characters are both well into adulthood, but it is a ten year difference). this shit rated t for THERAPY! steven’s gonna make you feel good about yourself whether or not you’re ready for it! ooc steven - rewritten to fit the au parameters. ♡ summary : Steven is a veteran journalist with a thirst to do the right thing. You’re his insecure cameraperson. The two of you fall in love slowly, then all at once. ♡ an : this is the final part of a two part miniseries. you can find part one here

The first accidental mess up was not the last. A month later, the two of you ran into the same problem in Newark. There was a BTS concert going on that particular week, so you really should have known better. Nonetheless, you were far less uncomfortable with prospects of sharing a room with Steven now that you considered the two of you to be friends. The disastrous movie night only brought the two of you closer together, breaking the barrier between coworker and friend.

“Do you know where they keep the extra towels in this place?” Steven asked, coming out of the shower wearing only sweatpants as he was prone to do.

You startled at the sound of his voice and dropped your phone onto your bed, sighing when Steven chuckled at your reaction. “Try the closet?”

Steven moved over to the closet, as per your suggestion, and located the pile of fresh towels. He grabbed one and began drying his hair as he seated himself on your bed. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Steven looked at you unconvinced. “Do you want to try that again? Maybe with a more believable tone?”

You laughed despite yourself and shook your head. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing involving your feelings is stupid,” Steven said, putting a hand on your knee. “If you don’t feel comfortable telling me, that’s fine. We can do something to get your mind off of it. But I do know that telling someone will halve your burden.”

You suddenly got misty eyed at the level of concern and care Steven was giving you. He made a soft noise when he saw and moved closer to you, wiping away your tears and pulling you into an embrace. Steven smelled like his expensive cologne. Lavender, coffee, pepper - with just a tinge of the hotel bar soap. It should have been a little awkward to be hugged by someone while they weren’t wearing a shirt, but from him, it felt like going home.

He must have noticed you hadn’t loosened your hold on him, so he didn’t pry you off, figuring that you needed the touch more than anticipated. He rested his cheek against the top of your head and softly pet your hair, coaxing more tears out of you.

“Oh, love. Let it out,” he whispered. “It’ll be okay. I’m here. I’m always here.”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and cried harder at his gentle reassurances. You’d never been comforted so effectively in your life. Steven seemed to know exactly what you needed emotionally and you started to consider the possibility of soulmates while you were soaking his skin.

You eventually tired yourself out and fell asleep after all your crying, as Steven began to suspect you would after the ten minute mark. He gave himself another minute of just holding you before he moved you to lay down in a more comfortable sleeping position. He wiped off the remaining tear tracks on your face and pulled the sheets over you.

Steven moved to the mini fridge to grab you a bottle of water, broke the seal on it so you wouldn’t have to struggle to open it if you woke up in the middle of the night, and set it on your nightstand. He then paused and recalled when you told him you tended to get headaches after crying, then took two ibuprofen pills from the bottle in your purse and placed them next to the water. By this point you had stirred, noticing him move around the room to complete his nighttime routine.

“Steven?” You asked, your voice soft and broken from sleep and the exhaustion of crying.

“Hm?”

“This may be inappropriate and you can ignore me if you don’t want to, but could you sleep here? With me?”

Steven paused at the suggestion, his toothbrush almost falling out of his mouth. “Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks,” you said, turning over in your sheets and noticing the bottle of water and the pills.

Steven saw you drink half the bottle and take the ibuprofen in the reflection of the mirror and smiled to himself as he finished up with his mouthwash. He turned off the light and crawled into bed next to you, the sheets a comfortable level of warm from your body heat.

He was surprised when you immediately rolled over and wrapped an arm around his waist, but decided not to question it. He didn’t want you to think he was bothered by it, though he did have to wonder what was so emotionally exhausting for you that you were willing to cling to the first person that offered you comfort. He briefly wondered if you were just used to handling your problems on your own, and that’s why you were so willing to be dependent once he had shown you that he had the ability to care for you the way you needed to be cared for. He brushed the loose strands of hair on your forehead away and gently kissed your temple.

Something about this particular moment lit something within Steven he hadn’t felt in a while. He’d always liked you as a person, finding your awkwardness and quirky humor charming, especially paired with your obvious intelligence and eye for detail. You were a great coworker and an excellent conversationalist, worldly and well read. Mature, but still able to tap into that youthful sense of wonder and hope. He thought it was cute that you tended to veer away from the spotlight and became bashful when complimented. He didn’t mind your lack of confidence and introspective behavior, finding that he had an easy time navigating around it because your body language was so obvious to him. The fact you were beautiful went without saying, of course you were.

He’d never seriously considered you as a romantic partner before, your age and position as his coworker being his main deterrents, but he found that he quite liked having you be vulnerable with him. The feeling of emotional connection was something he’d never had with any of his previous lovers. All of them were entirely independent in every aspect of their lives, and didn’t feel a lot of need to loop him in. It wasn’t a negative trait, but Steven had a part of him that liked making others happy. Providing support to you was strangely rewarding to him. And he knew you could reciprocate for him, as you had done only a few months ago.

Perhaps it was just the proximity talking, but Steven thought his current feelings towards you could be more than just based on the short term bursts of oxytocin he was getting from cuddling. He’d have to explore that line of thought later.

“Steven?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sleeping?”

“I don’t believe I am,” he teased, laughing when he felt you frown against his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I feel like I need to talk about it.”

Steven sat up and reached over you to turn on the tiny lamp on your nightstand so that he could see your face. “Whenever you’re ready, love.”

“I got an invitation to a high school reunion,” you said, looking up at Steven. His face was devoid of judgment as it always way, his eyes gentle. “And I was upset because I read the name of the person who had sent out the invite. She used to be my best friend. Her and this other boy. It was the three of us for a long time, and she knew I liked our other friend, and - this is sounding so dumb and high school, isn’t it?”

“No, love,” Steven said, cupping a hand under your jaw and stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Like I said earlier, your emotions are not dumb. They’re never dumb. Everything you feel is valid, okay? I will never judge you.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath and continuing. “So my friend, Hannah, knew how much I liked our other friend... Jason. It was embarrassing, I must have thought it was true love at the time. I was very, very wrong. Anyways, a few weeks before the end of our senior year, I realized I never told Jason about how I felt. And I figured I should tell him my feelings eventually, right? I’d liked him for so long, I should say something! There was some strange sense of urgency in me, telling me to go over to his house.”

Steven frowned, already anticipating the end of this story. He nodded for you to continue, but you could see in the way his brows were furrowed that he was worried. It was sweet, his concern for past you, even though these events had already occurred.

“Anyways, his mom let me into the house and I was going to knock on his bedroom door when I heard Hannah talking. I thought it was strange she didn’t tell me she was planning to see him beforehand, because she usually did,” you glanced up at Steven who looked upset already. You couldn’t help but smile and reach up to poke his cheek. “Why do you look so sad?”

“This story isn’t sounding like it has a happy ending, Y/N. And quite frankly, I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt,” he answered, his tone sincere. “Continue, though. Maybe they’ll prove me wrong.”

You blinked in surprise, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks at Steven’s words. You had to shake your head to get yourself back on track. “I heard them... talking about me. The relationship that they had started well after I’d told Hannah about my feelings was hurtful, but the way they talked about me as if I was a burden? After all I’d done for the two of them? It really made me not want to trust anyone with my emotions again.”

You sighed and continued. “So I’ve never dated since then. Well, never dated at all, I suppose. It’s not that I think I’m unlovable, though sometimes I do wonder that, it’s more of my inability to believe someone genuinely cares. Oh, and the relationship wasn’t a full secret, a lot of our friends at the time knew and were all in cahoots to keep me from finding out. So whenever I go back to Wisconsin, I only visit my family. I didn’t think that anyone from high school had a way of contacting me, but I suppose now with our work being out in the public, my LinkedIn page shows up higher when you Google-“

Steven interrupted your musings with a kiss. You were shocked, letting out a muffled squeak the moment his lips met yours. He pulled away with wide eyes, as if he could hardly believe his own actions. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask. Was that okay?”

You blinked up at him and let a smile work itself across your face. You wrapped your hands around his forearms and leaned up to steal another kiss. One that you were actually prepared for.

Steven’s lips were soft, almost pillowy in texture. The kiss wasn’t something intense or firework inducing, but there was something about it that felt distinctly right. Like he was the person you were meant to be kissing all the time.

“You feel that too, right?” You asked, looking at him fearfully. You really didn’t think you could handle it if Steven broke your already fragile heart.

“Like this nagging feeling I should have done that a lot earlier?” He asked, playfully nuzzling your nose with his.

You smiled at him, relief writing itself across your face. He stroked over your hair and looked into your eyes for a few moments of silence.

“You didn’t deserve that. You’re far too precious. Fuck them. You’re worth so much more than that. I’m happy you’re here with me now. It was their loss,” he whispered, punctuating each sentence with a kiss.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll cry again,” you warned, already feeling yourself begin to tear up.

“I’m going to tell you those things every day until you believe them,” he said, seriousness in his tone. “I had a feeling there was a reason you lacked confidence. We’re going to change that, okay? You genuinely deserve love, and I’d like to give you that. If you’ll have me, of course. If you’d rather we stay friends, I’ll still support you and cheer you on until you’re able to start seeing yourself the way everyone else sees you. The way I see you.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I think I’m ready to try.”

“Good, we’ll start first thing tomorrow. First, I’d like you to get eight hours of sleep.” He kissed your lips once more before rearranging the two of you so that he could wrap himself around you.

You’d never slept so well.

“Where are your parents?” Steven asked as he came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

You’d decided to stay with your parents for your holiday vacation and introduce them to Steven, who was officially your boyfriend. It hadn’t been too long since you began dating. Only four months had passed since you had that breakdown in your shared hotel room. But your relationship progressed so quickly and seamlessly, you felt like you’d been with him for years.

“They went out a few towns over to visit a friend and get groceries. They won’t be back for a few hours,” you said.

He hummed at that and flopped next to you on the couch, turning his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. He was silent for a few minutes, and you wondered if he fell back asleep before you felt him lay kisses against your neck and play with the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his light brushes against your sensitive skin.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said, blinking up at you innocently. “Yet.”

“Don’t you need to eat breakfast?” You breathed out as he went back to kissing your neck.

“I am,” he said, nipping gently at your ear. “Come upstairs, love. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You let him lead you back up the stairs and into your childhood bedroom, where he laid you back on the tiny twin sized bed. Steven had been staying in your former bedroom while you slept in your sister’s, which was unoccupied since she had her own place in town. He pulled at the hem of his shirt, stripping it off before tugging at the bottom of yours.

You stared at him, not sure if you wanted him to see you without your shirt on. He’d had his hands under your blouses and up your skirts in the past, but taking them off felt like a huge step for you. He repeatedly told you that he was okay with taking it slow, that he would never want to make you uncomfortable, and you knew he meant that. You wanted to do more and explore pleasure with him, but you were nervous that he might find you unattractive and realize that he truly was much too good for you.

“Too much?” He asked, smoothing your shirt back down.

“I’m just afraid,” you told him. Upon his curious silence, you elaborated. “That you won’t like what you see.”

“I like you, darling. As a whole person. I’m always going to like what I see,” he told you, kissing your forehead before pressing your noses together. “I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. But I’m happy to move at the pace you’re comfortable with. Don’t feel pressured.”

You took a few moments to build up courage, and lifted your shirt up, letting him help you fully take it off.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing along your exposed collarbone and making his way down to your stomach. The way he looked up at you every now and again as he continued down between your legs made you even more nervous. He paused when he kissed near your navel and sat up. “You’re so pretty. Will you let me see more?”

You hesitated, then asked. “What else do you want to see?”

He responded by slipping a hand behind your back, tugging at the hooks of your bra. You briefly froze, but nodded when he kissed you in that way that made you forget the whole world. He unlatched each hook as slow as possible, as if giving you enough time to think about whether or not you truly wanted this. With each hook he removed, he brushed his lips with yours.

He pushed the straps off your shoulders and let you pull your arms out of them before he tugged the fabric off. A long silence fell between the two of you as he just stared, slowly moving one of his hands up to cup the underside of one of your breasts.

His gaze met yours and he groaned suddenly, breaking eye contact. “God, don’t look at me like that.”

“Look at you like what?”

“So innocently, like you have no idea how much you’re affecting me right now,” he said, wrapping his hands around your hips. “You’re so fucking cute. I shouldn’t find that sexy, but I do. You make me want to own you.”

“You already do,” you murmured, pulling him down for another desperate kiss. Steven smirked into the press, slipping his tongue past your lips and licking the roof of your mouth. He swallowed all your whimpers and whines as he moved his hand into your shorts to stroke your clit over your panties.

“You’re so wet, darling,” he said against your lips, moving his hand a little lower to press at your entrance through the fabric. He shifted his body up, using his other hand to circle and play with your nipple.

You gasped and moved one of your hands to twist into his hair while the other wrapped around the wrist of the hand he had in your shorts. He cooed at you almost mockingly, but eased up on you, pulling his hand out of your shorts and sticking his fingers into his mouth. When he noticed how you were watching him, he pushed the same fingers past your lips and kissed your temple when you obediently sucked.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered against your ear. “Don’t even need to be told what to do. You just want to be taken care of, don’t you?”

When you nodded, he smiled, pulling the digits out of your mouth and kissing you. “I’m gonna love you the way you deserve.”

He stood from the bed and pulled off his sweatpants before situating himself back between your legs. He wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and slowly pulled them off you, pressing kisses against every inch of skin as he tugged them off. Once he had stripped you down to just your panties, he grabbed you by your hips and tugged you down until you could feel the distinct line of his cock against your pussy. The fabric of your underwear and his boxers were doing nothing to quell the heat of his hardness, and you were sure he could feel how wet you were.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked after he made no move to do anything other than hold you.

Steven closed his eyes and bit his lip at your choice of words, slowly grinding against your clothed wetness. “Haven’t decided. I don’t want to fuck you here, this isn’t how I pictured our first time.”

“You think about our first time?”

“Yes, of course. Often. All you have to do is tell me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” he said. He paused to settle his forearms on the bed on either side of you and continue grinding against you, now with more force. When he noticed you moaning and closing your eyes, clearly enjoying this much more than he thought you would, he laughed. “You’re so cute. You wanna get on top and ride my thigh, love?”

When you nodded, he pushed you a little over to the side and laid down, allowing you to climb on top of him and grind your clit against his thigh through the thin layer of fabric. You grabbed your headboard and focused on chasing your pleasure, barely noticing your boyfriend below you staring up at you reverently.

“I think I’m gonna come,” you choked out as you kept going, feeling yourself getting close to the tipping point. It had been an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you didn’t have enough self control to stop yourself.

“Do it, come for me. Come for me, princess,” he whispered. “I want to see what you look like in pleasure, I want to paint that picture into the back of my eyelids forever. You’re so beautiful, love. So perfect for me.”

You let out a little choked moan and did as he requested, closing your eyes and riding out the sparks of pleasure. After you’d fully come down from your high, your breaths beginning to even out, Steven spoke.

“That was incredible,” he said, moving you so that you were sitting between his legs. He pulled his hardness out of his boxers and carefully thumbed at the head, spreading the precum dripping from the tip. He looked over at you where you were curiously watching him, leaning in closer to get a better look at his cock. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your wide eyed expression. “Do you want to touch?”

Upon your eager nod, he smiled and sat up against your headboard. He took one of your hands into his and brought it close to your mouth, silently instructing you to spit into your palm. When you did, he let go of your wrist and sat back, watching you finally wrap your hand around the base of his cock and curiously stroke upwards. He closed his eyes and let out a sweet sigh. “Rub the tip, don’t be afraid to grip a little tighter.”

You nodded and did as he said, rubbing your thumb against the sensitive top of his dick before firmly stroking up and down. Steven began letting out soft moans, clearly responsive to your clumsy handjob. Out of curiosity, you gave the head of his cock a kiss. He groaned and opened his eyes, watching as you began licking and taking the head into your mouth as you continued stroking up and down his shaft. The taste was bitter and salty, and honestly not very pleasant, but you loved the effect it had on him too much to stop. The noises he was making, the way he squirmed underneath you, the glazed look in his eyes. It made you feel powerful.

“What are you doing?” He stuttered out.

You pulled off enough to speak and kept your rhythm going with your hand. “Trying something new. You don’t mind, right?”

“No,” he hissed, cradling the back of your head. “I don’t mind. But if you keep going like that, I’m going to come soon.”

“Good.” You kept the head of his cock in your mouth, occasionally dipping your tongue into the slit like you recalled people doing in erotica you’d read. He loved that, his grip in your hair becoming harsher and his breaths becoming more uneven.

“God, pull off. I wanna come on your face. You want that, darling? You want my cum dripping off your pretty face?”

You nodded and let him take his cock out of your mouth and into his own hand, jerking himself off much faster than you had been. He took a few more seconds before he groaned your name as the first thick, warm string of cum landed on your cheek. You flinched and shut your eyes, letting your lover paint your face with his release. When he was finished, he wiped the cum off your eyelids and lashes, and pushed his white coated thumb into your mouth. You obediently sucked his finger clean, ignoring the bitter taste and focusing on how turned on he looked.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said. “I’d kiss you but then I’d just get us both messier.”

You laughed and sat up while he went to your bathroom to get a damp towel to wipe you off with. He returned and cleaned you up, then gave you your promised kiss before mentioning that he was hungry. You rolled your eyes but brought him back downstairs.

Against your better judgment, you had listened to Steven when he said you should RSVP to your high school reunion. ‘Let them all know you’re doing well’, he had said. ‘Rub it in their faces, show them you grew up to become the most gorgeous woman alive’, he had said. Now it was starting to hit you how bad of an idea this all was. He could see you seated on your bed, wearing a facial expression that spoke of regretting all life choices, and smiled reassuringly at you.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You look beautiful.”

“You always say that,” you said in a mumble, curling your fingers into the blush colored lace of the dress you were wearing at the suggestion of Alice, your friend who wrote the fashion and style section of GSR.

“Probably because it’s always true,” Steven said breezily. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I’m giving you one out and if you don’t take it now, I’m going to make sure you walk into that building and show everyone who hurt you that you never needed them in the first place.”

“I think you’re drastically overestimating how much everyone cares.”

“You’d be surprised how far mere curiosity extends,” he said as he straightened his tie. “Does this look crooked to you?”

You stood up and helped him adjust it until it laid down against his chest properly. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and kiss your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs until you felt just the tiniest bit lightheaded.

“I love you,” he said.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “You do?”

“Of course,” Steven laughed. “The surprise on your face is almost insulting! Have I not shown you that I adore you?”

“You have, it’s just,” you cut yourself off with a sigh. “You’re the first person to ever say that in a romantic sense.”

Steven cupped your cheek and kissed you again, this time soft and gentle, as though you’d shatter if he handled you too roughly. “Well, I do. I love you very much.”

“I love you too. Glad we’re on the same page.”

Steven chuckled and rubbed his hands over your shoulders. “Ready to do this?”

“As much as I can feasibly be.”

“Don’t be like that, love. It might go better than you expect,” he said, giving you a wink.

You’d read on the invitation that Hannah and Jason planned these events yearly; you supposed this was their first time being able to find and invite you. You couldn’t imagine missing high school enough to go to one of these yearly, and you fully intended to never go again after this one.

You were recognized almost immediately. An acquaintance of yours called your name from behind you when you were only five steps away from the rental car you had arrived in. You turned around and grinned at the boy who used to sit next to you in math class, allowing him to hug you. You turned and introduced your former acquaintance, Nate, to Steven. Nate looked at him for a second and remarked that he looked familiar, causing Steven to let out a surprised laugh, before Nate continued speaking to you.

“Dude, you look great! Much happier!”

“I’ve got Steven to thank for that,” you said, hooking your arm in with Steven’s. He looked down at you and smiled, encouraging you silently. “You look happier too, is that your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, Mel! Mel’s the light of my life. Mel, this is Y/N, we used to suffer in pre calculus together. Y/N, I literally haven’t seen you since graduation, you have to update me on what I missed!”

You filled Nate in on your college years, thinking maybe this wasn’t a terrible idea after all. Then you saw Hannah, standing by the bar entrance with Jason. For whatever reason, you hadn’t assumed they’d still be together. It shouldn’t bother you, yet you felt frozen when you saw the two of them talking with each other, casual and clearly happy. Steven noticed you stiffen and looked down at you in concern. He followed your gaze over to where you were staring and put two and two together.

“Shoot, I think I left my phone in the car. Y/N, do you mind coming back with me? We’ll meet you inside, Nate.”

Nate nodded and ran off inside with his girlfriend to escape from the freezing weather that had descended upon Wisconsin. Steven turned you around and walked you slightly away from the building so that you couldn’t be seen from where Hannah and Jason were. “I figured you needed a pep talk.”

“You figured very right. I didn’t think they’d still be together.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not about them, it’s about you. You’re better than what they said about you, and you need to prove that to yourself. Get some closure.”

“You’re right,” you said, nodding to yourself in determination. “Yeah. Okay, let’s do this.”

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time. Squeeze my hand twice if you’re feeling really uncomfortable and I’ll find a way to get you out of the situation,” he said. “But I’d like for you to try and start your healing process.”

“I love you,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

Steven interlaced his fingers with yours and kissed the back of your hand, before leading you back up the steps. When Hannah looked up, she appeared genuinely surprised to see you. She pointed out your arrival to Jason, who was helping another couple get registered. He looked over at you and nodded casually, in his typical apathetic style. Why you ever liked him, you’d never know. Steven was so different from him, so full of care and sensitivity, ambitious and idealistic.

“Y/N! I didn’t think you’d actually show, you disappeared after graduation,” she said, giving you an almost genuine looking grin. She turned her gaze over to Steven and looked properly shocked. “That’s not Steven Grant from CNN, right? This is your plus one?”

“Steven Grant from GSR,” Your boyfriend corrected. “I left CNN a while ago. But yes, I’m Y/N’s plus one.”

“Holy shit, you got your famous coworker to come to Wisconsin?!” Hannah squeaked, looking reverent.

“We’re dating. So yeah,” you said in a deadpan tone. Steven stifled laughter and subtly moved closer to you.

“Right,” she said with an awkward cough. “Well, I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” you said. You didn’t mean that shit for a second, you’d much rather be making out with your boyfriend back in D.C., but you understood you needed to be here.

Most of the night was a lot of people you didn’t even realize cared about you asking where you went after graduation. Even the people who had been in on Hannah and Jason’s deception seemed to have been genuinely upset by your entire disappearance, making you question if the situation had been more complicated than originally suspected. You decided to give a good portion of them your new social media handles, figuring that it couldn’t hurt. You weren’t planning on being best friends with them anyways. When you turned around to look at Steven, he gave you the warmest smile and whispered that he was proud of you.

At some point during the night, Steven briefly left you unattended as he went to go get the two of you something to eat. While you were scrolling through your phone to make sure your social media person didn’t accidentally upload the wrong clip from your latest interview to twitter, you were interrupted.

“Hey, long time, no see,” a voice spoke up behind you.

You put every ounce of willpower you had in your body into keeping your expression neutral. “Jason.”

“Stone cold. I probably deserve that,” he said, laughing awkwardly. “I had a feeling that I was the reason you left.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, shaking your head. “It was all of you. I felt I couldn’t trust any of you after I discovered the level of deception that was going on within my own friend group.”

“So you know everything?” Jason asked, furrowing his brows. “There was more to it, you know. I loved Hannah for years.”

“I know. I don’t care about that. If you guys had told me earlier, I would have gotten over it pretty quickly. Turns out my real soulmate was just a tv signal away,” you said, wondering briefly where Steven had run off to. He probably saw Jason talking to you and hid somewhere to let this conversation play out. He must be nearby, waiting to swoop in at the first sign of your discomfort. “Anyways, I was more upset by the fact you guys thought it was appropriate to hide it from me, tell all our friends, and then laugh about it privately. Did you really think that wouldn’t hurt?”

Jason frowned, as if he hadn’t considered it. Or didn’t want to consider it. “I guess not. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. I stopped caring about all that a while ago. I just wanted to get some closure,” you said.

Steven, with his perfect timing, returned at that moment and cuddled up behind you. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in his comforting scent and warmth. He rested his chin on your shoulder and playfully pouted at you when you looked at him.

“There were kale chips and quinoa. Looked disgusting. Wanna blow this joint and go get McDonalds?” He asked, finally giving you the unspoken permission to leave you’d been waiting for all night.

“Mr. Grant, it’s been an honor to have you here. I do have to ask, how did you two end up together?” Jason interrupted, looking at your boyfriend suspiciously.

“I’d have thought your girlfriend would have done some research, considering that she invited us here through Y/N’s LinkedIn page,” Steven said, pulling off the passive aggressive midwestern tone perfectly. You’d taught him well, you thought. He stood up straight, but kept his hands placed on your shoulders. “We work closely together. I suppose over time, we noticed how similar we were and how our goals aligned. It was only natural to try dating.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I do want McDonalds,” you said to Steven, tugging on the sleeve of his suit jacket and giving him a bright grin.

He watched you with an impossibly fond expression, and leaned in to quickly steal a kiss. “Okay, let’s go.”

The cool night air enveloped the two of you, reminding you just how muggy it was in that bar. Perhaps someone had gotten a little too crazy with the fog machine, but at least everyone smelled much better than they did in high school. You looked up at Steven, finally taking the time to appreciate the cut of his suit on his body. He turned and saw you staring at him, giving you an amused eyebrow lift.

“See something you like?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. How much for the handsome man in the nice suit?”

“Ah, unfortunately, he’s not for sale. He’s missing a vital part. You see, his heart was stolen,” Steven explained, pretending to be full of regret. “We’re still trying to catch the perpetrator.”

“Oh, how dreadful! What did they look like?”

“Beautiful. She had the prettiest eyes, the softest skin, the most melodious voice. She was an angel. Come to think of it, she looked quite a bit like you,” Steven hummed, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

“Where to? I’m innocent!” You gasped, bringing a hand up to the side of your face.

Steven wrapped his hands around your shoulders and spun you around, softly pressing you against the cold metal of the car you’d arrived in. You blinked up at him as his eyes traced over every inch of your face, his expression soft. He leaned in and pressed several soft, affectionate kisses against your lips and cheeks.

“It’s you, you’re the one who stole my heart,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “You’ll be fined for that.”

“How much?”

“One million kisses as recompense.”

“One million is a lot, sir. Is there any way I could reduce my debt?” You asked, innocently blinking at him as you cupped his cheek.

“Come home with me and I’ll see what I can do,” he said, capturing your hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

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Okay but hear me out! It’s come to my attention that Lucifer’s angel name might have been Luciel, which happens to be Seven’s baptismal name. So maybe MM exists as a game and MC is showing it to Levi. She shows him the characters and when she reaches 707 she says something maybe like “Everyone calls him Seven but his name is actually Luciel”, and Lucifer being around hears it and sort of just... freezes? Because he’s not heard that name in such a long time? Could also be coupled with prompt #39

18. “Can you read to me?” + 39. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Genre: fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: sad ooc Luci </3

A/N: sorry I be dead. Decided to kill 2 birds with one stone. Sorry it sucks I’m sick(?) and I haven’t gone to bed yet and it’s 8 am. I hope you enjoy LMAO <3

“Yeah! They text and call you privately too, but the main point is to answer groupchat messages.”

“And what happens if you miss them?” Levi asks curiously, clicking around on your device.

“Well, one or two is fine, but if you miss a lot, they start to pile up. Then, next thing you know, someone ends up dead.”

“What? Seriously?” Levi asks with a horrified gasp, gaping up at you. “But they’re the main characters! You can’t kill the main characters!” he screeches. You chuckle at his expression, placing your hands on your hips as you nod your head.

“Not with this game. There are no rules when it comes to Cheritz.”

“So brutal...so cruel...” he mumbles, staring down at your screen with the attractive people showcased on it. “Maybe I shouldn’t play...”

“No, c’mon! Don’t leave me to suffer setting alarms on my own! Here, look! There’s a character I know you’ll love!” you whine as you take your phone back from him with a determined look on your face.

You hear Levi’s door open behind you but ignore it, knowing it’s probably Lucifer returning to see if you’ve done your homework like you said you were going to start on the last time he visited you both an hour ago.

“See, here! This guy is 707, aka Saeyoung, aka Luciel! He’s a hacker and loves to play games, and-” You stop your rant when you hear a gasp behind you, turning to see Lucifer as white as a sheet. You raise your brow as you turn to face him fully, taking a step towards him.

“Luci? You okay?” you ask as you walk towards him. You stop when he falters back a step, looking at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him before. It’s a mix of shock and fear. “L-”

You barely get the first syllable out before he’s turning and strolling out of the room, your eyes the ones to widen now. “Lucifer! Wait!” you call, turning to look at Levi to see what he thinks of the situation. He’s gaping at where Lucifer once stood, but quickly acts nonchalant when he realizes you’re looking at him.

“What was that about?” you ask, voice soft.

Levi only shrugs and goes back to tapping on your phone, letting out a squeal when someone starts calling him through the game. You can tell he knows more than he’s letting on, but you let it go in favor of chasing after Lucifer.

It takes a while to track him down, but eventually, you find him out on his balcony. His hands rest on the railing, his hair being ruffled by the wind that’s suddenly picked up. Looks like a storm is brewing.

“Lucifer,” you call from the door, not wanting to just march into his room unannounced and risk spooking or angering him. He doesn’t turn to look at you though, but you can see him tense up all the way from across the room.

Knowing he’d tell you to leave if he wanted you to, you close his door behind you and head over to him. “Hey,” you greet softly, gently placing your hand on his back. He relaxes a bit at your touch, but he turns his head the opposite way from you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you whisper, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly. When he shakes his head left and right, you give him a small smile despite the fact that he’s not looking at you.

“That’s okay. Want a hug?” you reply. You know how he is with affection sometimes, so you’d rather ask him first to see if it’s something he wants than just springing it on him.

He takes a moment to reply, but once he nods his head in agreement, you wrap your arms around him. Only when your head is pressed against his chest does he turn to fully face you, hiding his face in your hair. Your scalp seems to get wet, but maybe it’s because it’s starting to rain.

“We don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready, or not at all. We can just stand here hugging for all eternity. I guess I can make the time for you,” you speak up after a minute of hugging him, speaking in a lighthearted tone to try and lift his spirits. It seems to work by the way he chuckles against you, his grip tightening on you a bit.

“How generous of you,” he finally speaks, his voice wavering at the beginning of his sentence. You giggle and press a kiss against his chest, glad that you could get him to laugh.

“What can I say? I’m noble like that,” you joke further, feeling him huff a laugh through his nose.

After another beat of silence, you speak up once more. “Wanna turn on some classical music and read one of those horrid books you like so much?”

“Can you read to me?” he asks, making your eyes widen for the nth time that day.

“Yeah. Of course. Can’t promise I’ll be any good though,” you agree after a moment’s hesitation, giving him a squeeze before pulling away. You give him a big smile before taking ahold of his hand and leading him towards his bookshelf.

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 3 years

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Foreshadow?

Awhile back this character sheet came out and I noticed this. In some examples of eye expressions there’s this one. A very OOC expression with very small notes, with only just “NO!” readable and an x near it while the rest have a check mark. Probably to show that Black Hat wouldn’t make this sort of expression. Though that begs one question…

WHY IS IT EVEN HERE THEN!? Why would they add such an eye opener for us to see if it wasn’t going to be seen on screen!? A lot of eye puns intended👁 Which makes me think, that this is a subtle foreshadowing of something coming, involving Black Hat. Here are some of my theories.

1. Someone leaves the company. Perhaps Flug tired of being pushed around or even Dementia ever finds out about her origins, perhaps the “Mariana theory”. Maybe even both. Not so much about loosing just a valuable worker but perhaps realizing HE pushed them away. HE made them resent him. HE.MESSED.UP!

2. The “Mariana Theory”. Dementia finds out about her origins and it is not pretty. She finds out about her past and how Blackhat is connected to it. Perhaps even to blame for her current state. And neither are happy. 3. One or more of the members die or looks that way. A hero, other villain or something appears to have just killed one or more of the trio. They’re actually fine but BH doesn’t know that. To him, he saw his team, his most loyal workers, people that care about him get killed right before his eyes, showing deep deep down he reciprocated the feelings. Add salt to the wounds with him blaming himself, if it was in a mission or someone out for him. 4. Black Hat makes the reaction to fool someone and get them to let their guard down or as some sick joke, pretending he’s been had. 5. He loses EVERYTHING! Perhaps a hero or someone else finds out a weakness or origins, perhaps he’s humiliated, perhaps he loses Flug. Either way he LOST and HARD! BH finally meets his match and gets knocked down a peg all the way down unto his own coat tails. Every villain does eventually.

Is it an actual foreshadow or just an expression, what do you guys think?

#villainous #villanos #blackhat #black hat #jefecito #villainous cartoon #villainous show #alan turiel

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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"𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔"

࿐ character(s): Iwaizumi Hajime, Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff, domestic

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)? / imagine

࿐ requested by: 🦈 anon | BA

⌦ gn!reader (he/they)

⌦ timeskipped characters!

⌦ ‘Iwaizumi, Osamu and Kuroo spend mornings with their partners?’

A/N: decided for them to be timeskipped for this prompt bc i wanted too- and this is really all over the place, so disregard any ooc things. ALSO- i need to write more fucking things for osamu i love him sm ahhhhh-

𝙸𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚒:

❀ he wakes up earlier than you, always.

❀ being an athletic trainer he has to learn and keep up a schedule, and often. it interrupts morning cuddles sadly-

❀ feeling the large warmth aside of you quickly disappear made you whimper under the slightly colder sheets and blankets. only simply curling up into a ball to regain abit more warmth before snoozing off for a few minutes... or another hour. knowing your lover wakes up waaaay to early for your liking.

❀ as sadly the time passes quickly, stretching your body under the blankets you decided to lazily get up to your dismay. the cold morning air latching onto your skin, a quick chill down your spine. rubbing your eyes before finally forcing them open, looking around to find Hajime nowhere in the room... still. except for the door to be open.

❀ still lazy and groggy, you whined his name, your morning voice scary him from somewhere in your shared home.

❀ your morning voice was rather deep and husky btw...

❀ “J-jesus m/n, you act like such a big baby in the morning.” Hajime sighed, his feet making the floorboards squeak from under him as he stood infront of you.

❀ “..you love this big baby then..” you mustered a reply, meeting his olive-green eyes with your e/c ones as he cupped your face with both of his hands. instinctively nuzzling your face into his palms, missing his warmth. “...i still want my morning cuddles you owe me.”

❀ “Whatever you say, ya big baby.” Hajime laughed lightly, removing his hands as he hurriedly rushed out of the bedroom. “..lemme have my cup of coffee first!”

❀ “W-wait! Come back Iwa you bastard-!” you stood up quickly, running after your boyfriend.

❀ he already knew you would just wrap his arms around him without warning there and then, but he always manages to slip away right on time. being stubborn like him, you never let go of him when cuddling him. especially morning cuddles. its a death wish if something threats you from them.

𝙾𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞:

❀ he mainly wakes up before you if he’s hungry, most of the time that leads to him cooking breakfast for the both of you. but the smell of coffee finds its way into your shared bedroom. hearing the soft thud of a mug on the wood of the nightstand next to your head, the bright orange light of the sunlight shone on your face through the blinds Osamu just opened.

❀ grunting softly you pulled the blankets over your face, only your h/c hair being seen from your head.

❀ “Ah- sorry m/n.. was the light on your face?” Osamu softly chuckled.

❀ feeling the dip of the bed by your legs, you moved the blanket just below your eyes to stare at him still waking up. only mustering out a hum for a reply.

❀ “..’samuuu..’ you yawned out, “..coffee.”

❀ “It’s right there dummy,” Osamu pointed at the two mugs on the nightstand aside of your side of the bed “mind handing my cup over, babe?”

❀ sighing loudly, you obliged sitting up and bringing one of the mugs to him. which earned a soft laugh from your boyfriend of your reaction.

❀ “You’re very grumpy in the morning aren’t ya?”

❀ “Yes. Yes I am.” you muttered before sipping your coffee, relaxing your body at the warm drink. feeling the temperature slowly travel throughout your whole body.

❀ “Just like a grizzly bear-”

❀ instantly choking on some coffee at the nickname, hurting your throat from the hot drink. “..d-don’t just.. t-tease me while I h-..have coffee! Idiot!” trying to catch your breath throughout the multiples coughs, the grey-haired Miya twin only laughed again. Grabbing your cup to place it back on the nightstand, hoping you dont burn yourself.

❀ now standing infront of you, he calmed his own laughter, staring down at you as his eyes met yours. “Hm? Was is it now?” he said softly, before taking another sip a sly smile faintly forming on his face. “For my lover, you eat quite a lot. So the nickname, Grizzly, or... Bear would fit. Cute too~”

❀ “S-shut up ‘Samu..” you groaned, hiding your face with your hands in embarassment. “..s-stupid ‘samu.”

❀ “I love you too handsome.”

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘:

❀ definite cuddle bug. he just constantly has his arms around your body, if not, his legs is entangled with yours.

❀ he mainly cuddles like this on the weekends, knowing he leaves early for his tight schedule being in the sports promotion division, it has a tight schedule on the weekdays... and unfortunately during some nights.

❀ his face resting on your shoulder as he feels you shift slightly, his hold tightening with a muffled whine. he doesn’t want to let you go, not yet. the morning air is too cold anyways, why would you move?

❀ “Tetsu.. can I-”

❀ “No.” a stiff but warming reply.

❀ “Ahh jeez.. not this again..” you sighed, moving your head to look at your taller lover. before turning over to face him, brushing his messy hair from his face with one hand, eventually cupping his face with that hand. rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

❀ “Tetsu~ C’mon, I have to get up eventually.”

❀ opening his hazel-colored eyes to gaze down at you, a soft blush forming at the soft action of your hand. nuzzling his face into your palm lightly without a reply, similarly like a cat.

❀ being the sly scheming fucker he is, he plants a kiss on your palm. knowing how sensitive they can be he uses it as an advantage. successfully earning a squeak from you, withdrawing your hand closer to yourself. Tetsurou hugged you tighter, enclosing your space between you both.

❀ he’s obviously not letting go... soon.

❀ “mine.” he muffled as he hid his face into your bedhead.

❀ “h-hey! Kuroo-” you whined.

❀ “m i n e .“

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x male reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #Osamu Miya #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu imagine #imagine

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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Fic Rec Bingo!!

So instead of Fic Rec Thursday, I thought I'd do something a little different this week and recommend 25 fics based on this bingo card (although it turned into 26, oops). I kept most of these as CM because that's my blog's focus, but due to the nature of the prompts, there are 5 Marvel (Irondad) ones & 1 Sherlock towards the end!

from @lightveils on twitter, but found posted on tumblr by @cywscross <3

1. A fic with a premise that shouldn't work but does

I never would've thought I'd enjoy a fic with Spencer as a little rebellious shit because it seems so ooc, but I loved this one!

las vegas kid by trashcanbarbie - 1.9k, 1ch, Gen/Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Gambling, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Young Spencer Reid, Teenage Rebellion, Protective Aaron hotchner, Pre-Canon, Father-Son Relationship, Teenage Spencer Reid

JJ raises her eyebrows, “so, you're trying to say counting cards isn't cheating?” “No,” he grins, boyish and charming, “it is.”

2. A fic you've reread several times

Discipline Changes by fullofcrazyness - 1.2k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Comforting Hotch

Jack stopped and looked at his dad, finally seeing that his dad wasn’t actually angry. Concerned and relieved, but not angry. He was about to say something when he saw someone in the doorway, white as a sheet. “Papa?”

3. A comfort fic

i'm always tired, but never of you by @iamrenstark - 2.2k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Derek, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Derek Morgan Needs a Hug, Men Crying, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury

When Spencer figured it out, he was stepping out of the elevator on the bottom floor of Quantico, and he went to tell Derek he loved him like he did every day, but he froze up, because he was afraid he wouldn't hear it back. (Or, Spencer thinks his boyfriend is falling out of love with him.)

4. A cathartic fic

Every Little Transgression by @58thacademic - 1.6k, 1ch, Gen, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Spencer Reid, Protective David Ross, Protective Derek Morgan, Mentioned Suicide Attempt, Spencer's Backstory, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Episode: s03e16 Elephant's Memory

Ok so. Elephants memory was really good because we got Reid backstory. But I'm still annoyed that he didn't defend himself against Hotch. So this was born.

5. A fic you'd print and put on your bookshelf

One Call Away by GhostInTheBAU - 204k, 32ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Dubious Consent, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Domestic Violence, Rape Recovery, Referenced Past Drug Use, PTSD, Hurt Spencer Reid, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Flashbacks, Healing, Nightmares, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Smut

When Reid's boyfriend attacks him, leaving him broken and bleeding, he calls the first person he thinks of for help. He calls the only person he really wants to see. He calls Hotch.

6. A fic you associate with a song

I associate this fic with The First Thing You See by Bruno Major. I think if you listen to the song, you'll easily see why <3

You Make Waking Up Worth It by @guccifloralsuits - 2.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Fluff, Minor Angst, Established Relationship, Morning Routines, Hurt/Comfort, Good Things Happen Bingo

“Morning sweetheart,” Derek says, pausing briefly to ruffle his hand gently through Spencer’s hair. The genius nuzzles into the touch but doesn’t reply. It’s too early for conversation, Morgan knows. Pretty boy may get up earlier than he does, but it takes the younger a lot longer to really wake up.

7. A fic that inspires you

This fic could have been in so many categories because I adore it, but I wouldn't have started writing Rain is a Chance to be Touched without this fic so it definitely belongs here.

Forgive Me For All I Could Not Become by @degrassi-fanatic - 105k, 20ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Angst, Case Fic, Confessions, Complicated Relationships, Near Death Experiences, Friends With Benefits, Smut, Miscommunication

In which Reid has always been good at hiding things. He hid his father's departure and his mother's illness from social services. He hid his addiction from his team. He hid his sexuality from the world. He hid his inappropriate feelings from his boss. That is until he's bleeding out in Hotch's arms, in an abandoned church, in Oklahoma. From there on out, Hotch and Reid learn to make a complete mess out of each other.

8. A fic that brought you on board a new ship

Even though it's unrequited, this was the first fic that really had me going !!! at Penemily <3

Another Wide-Eyed Girl by mallfacee - 2k, 1ch, Gen/Derek Morgan & Penelope Garcia, Penelope Garcia/Emily Prentiss (Unrequited), Coming Out, Internalised Homophobia, Derek Morgan is a Good Friend, Friendship, Gunshot Wounds, Episode: s03e08 Lucky

Derek Morgan is handsome and calls her “baby girl” and smiles at her like she’s the only girl in the room. Penelope Garcia knows she should be swooning and all she can think is that there must be something wrong with her not to react to a man like that giving her all this attention. Two years later she meets Emily Prentiss and understands.

9. A fic you wish could be a movie

Listen, I adore the soulmate trope, and an angsty moreid soulmate movie? Fucking sign me up right now

i need you now but i don't know you yet by @iamrenstark - 3.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Hurt Derek Morgan, Mutual Pining, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Buford Mention, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Season 5

It goes like this; Spencer hasn't spoken to his soulmate since he was ten, didn't know their gender or their name or a single thing about them. Spencer's soulmate doesn't want him, and that's okay.

10. A fic that led to you making friends with the author

I'm doing two because fuck you that's why

This was one of the first fics I read of Adam's and I immediately fell in love with his writing! And I'm pretty sure that we ended up becoming friends after I rec'd it!!

Plum Sauce by @goldencatchflies - 1.5k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Jealousy, Platonic Morcia, Episode: s07e13 Snake Eyes

Garcia tells Spencer about what she thinks happened between her and Derek. He doesn’t seem too happy about it...

I read this from Syd and absolutely loved it, and like with Adam, we became friends from there! (I mean technically husband and wife, but, y'know. Semantics.)

You Belong With Me by @spencerspecifics - 11.4k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Song Fic, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Fluff

A fluffy Moreid fic based on You Belong With Me by: Taylor Swift

11. A fic you associate with a place

This reminds me of a chilled Sunday afternoon on my old sofa in my living room, with the fire on in the background. I read it all in one sitting and loved every word <3

Metanoia by @makaylajadewrites - 39k, 16ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Canon Typical Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Established Relationship, Near Death Experiences, Frostbite, Rape Recovery, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Spencer Reid, Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending

Oh, Derek… He couldn’t stand the thought of him bursting in with SWAT in tow, gun at the ready, only to descend those creaky stairs and find his naked, bleeding body, vacated of life, crumbled on a red-stained mattress. The realization that he was going to die at the end of this was catching up to him, but maybe it would be better that way.

In which an unfortunate resemblance to an unsub's victims puts Reid right on his radar.

12. A fic that made you gasp out loud

Gasp out loud might be a *bit* of an overreaction, but this one took me on a rollercoaster and I loved every second of it (all of bau-gremlin's fics will do that to you tbh)

The End by @bau-gremlin - 3.1k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Graphic Violence, Stabbing, Blood and Injury, Temporary Character Death, Hurt Spencer Reid, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Aaron Hotchner, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Spencer Reid

The famous interview with Chester Hardwick ... except Hotch and Reid get separated and Reid is left alone with Hardwick and a prison-made shiv.

13. A fic you found at the right time

You're Going to be Okay by fullofcrazyness - 2.6k, 1ch, Gen/Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Dark, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, Sad Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Depression, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Spencer was no stranger to depression. His father leaving him, his mother’s episodes, being twelve years old in a Las Vegas high school. All of those things made him very familiar with the illness. “I… I think I need some help.”

14. A fic that you would read a fic of

Chain Reaction by EloquentDossier - 42k, 16ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Alternate Universe, Texting, Dialogue-Only, Text Fic, Self-Esteem Issues, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Past Drug Use, Canon Divergence, Pining, Oblivious Aaron Hotchner, Happy Ending

A dialogue-only AU in which Hotch texts what he thinks is Rossi's new number but is actually the slightly eccentric stranger whom Hotch knows only as "Spencer." What follows is something neither man could have ever quite expected.

15. A fic that made you laugh out loud

The Bet by @degrassi-fanatic - 1.6k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Bets & Wagers, Humour, Fluff, Canon Divergence

“Fifty bucks says Hotch writes you up and sends you to sexual harassment sensitivity training.” she declares as she stares him down. Without looking away from her, Reid takes out his own wallet and flips it open to pull out a fifty dollar before placing it down right next to Prentiss’s own money. “Fifty bucks says Hotch will go out with me.”

16. A fic that gave you butterflies

The healing and dynamics in this one is just.... off the charts :')

Who Spencer Reid Loves by @blueberriesandbubbles - 36k, 11ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Abusive Relationships, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Hurt Spencer Reid, Mutual Pining, Rape Recovery, Healing, Fluff

Derek Morgan has been in love with the resident genius as long as he's known him. When Spencer enters a relationship with a mystery man, Derek is unhappy. He is even more unhappy when he meets this man. Spencer starts acting different and Derek knows something is wrong and he has a feeling its connected to the man Reid is dating.

17. A fic that embodies something you value in life

The utter and total love and devotion in this fic just punches me right in the gut every time I reread it

A Little Fall of Rain by jack_hunter - 4.3k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Spencer Reid Whump, Autistic Spencer Reid, Major Character Injury, Secret Relationship, Team as Family, Dad Rossi

Morgan crept up behind the doctor and snatched the headphones off of his head, earning a yelp of a protest as he slipped them over his own ears. “Les Mis?” Morgan asked with a quizzical look, “didn’t peg you as the musical type, Pretty Boy.” Spencer snatched the headphones back. “I’ve always loved the theatre and I went to see Les Misérables with-... a friend last Friday.”

18. A favourite AU

The Curious Case of Dr. Reid by severaance - 37k, 10ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Transgender Character, Fluff, Trans Spencer Reid, Light Angst, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Smut, Insecurity, Happy Ending (Warning for Homophobic & Transphobic Slurs)

"And your names for the order, please?" The barista asked, eyes flickering expectantly between the two before her. "Spencer," she answered, although she was not talking to the barista. "I'm Spencer." The man before her had the same idea. "Derek."

19. A fic you stayed up too late to finish reading

I stayed up one night and read pretty much all the marvel fics this author has written, but this was the last one that I simply could not resist. The next day wasn't pretty :/

The more you say, the less I know by forthenightisdarkandfullofterror - 13.9k, 3ch, Gen/Irondad, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Amnesia, Protective Pepper Potts, Not Endgame Compliant, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Blood and Violence, Hurt Peter Parker, Whump

Tony wakes up from snapping with amnesia and for the life of him can't remember the kid hanging around, claiming to be 'just an intern'. Feelings get hurt.

20. A fic that made you feel seen

heavy in my bones by hopeless_hope - 4.4k, 1ch, Gen/Irondad, Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Whump, Father-Son Relationship, Dad Tony, Worried Tony Stark, Angst, Chronic Illness, 5+1 Things

Five times Peter lied to someone about his chronic pain, and one time he told the truth and got the help he needed.

21. A fic you love without knowing the source material

(I mean this is literally all marvel fics but I'll rec this one because I loved it so much)

the locker room by searchingforstars - 15.5k, 3ch, Gen/Irondad, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Mental Health Issues, Misunderstandings, Arguing, Miscommunication, Crying, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rape Recovery

Peter's falling apart and he doesn't know how things will ever go back to normal again after Ryder.

22. A fic you've gushed about IRL

Genuinely, this fic is better than most published fiction I've read...

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle - 220k, 37ch, Gen/Irondad, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Alternate Universe, Hurt Peter Parker, Foster Care, Identity Reveal, Slow Build, Disordered Eating, Homelessness

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves. Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

23. A fic you still remember many years later

The Transport Series by ancientreader - 135k, 2 works, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Backstory, Canon Drug Use, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Physical Disability, AU, Important Character Death, First Time, Developing Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, BDSM, Humour, Fluff

How to become a consulting detective. // Jim's lessons are hard to unlearn.

24. A fic with a line or two that you've memorised by heart

"He has held up buildings and nuclear bombs and whole entire countries on his back. Peter’s body is the heaviest thing he’s ever held."

when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) by @madasthesea - 4.4k, 2ch, Gen/Irondad, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, Hurt Peter Parker, Crying, Forehead Kisses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, Hugs, Platonic Cuddling

But he knows. He knows. He can feel it. Peter’s dead. Peter Parker watches as Tony carefully arranges his limbs on a cot. “Mr. Stark,” he tries for the dozenth time. No one hears him.

25. Free Space

And to round it off, we have to celebrate the fic that really and truly welcomed me into the CM fanfic world...

Chanel by @4x24 - 24k, 7ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Getting Together, Spencer Wears Makeup, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Canon Compliant, Canon Typical VIolence, Humour, Fluffy Ending, Pining, Smut Heavy

Penelope mentions offhandedly one night that she thinks Spencer might look good in makeup. Spencer takes the suggestion to heart. Derek likes the new look - and Spencer - more than he probably should. (Season 4)

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years

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~ Mass Update ~

Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.

Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.

Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came

before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.

#ooc #update #future plans stuffz #ToG #Work on thinking of daily practice now

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thesweetestkimberry · 4 years

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it’s you

pairings: hanta sero x reader

summary: a panic attack is never a fun thing, but luckily, you have your boyfriend to help you through it.

warnings: READER HAVING A PANIC ATTACK, cursing, OOC characters, also contains a dash of latin sero

notes: this was inspired after i had a panic attack of my own, unfortunately i did not have a sero to pull me out of it, so here’s this piece to hopefully help those of you who need someone, even if they are fictional. also in some places i wrote it a bit more personal than most, i hope you all don’t mind

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

numb

that’s all you felt

body no longer felt like your own and your breathing uneven

you cried

we’re you crying? you couldn’t feel the tears running down your cheeks. you tried to move but you felt as though you were trapped inside your own head, the attempt to claw your way out seeming impossible.

you didn’t notice your phone constantly lighting up with notifications and missed calls, your chest tightening, further disrupting your ability to breathe properly.

you wanted to scream, but no sound came out, you wanted to cry out and call for help, but the voice in your head told you no.

you felt like you were suffocating.

then you heard heavy footsteps, shouting, rapid knocking, and eventually the muffled sounds of someone approaching you could be heard.

“(y/n)?...”

sero was in the common room with some other classmates, some hanging out, other eating or studying. he and kaminari were playing a game on their phones when momo and iida shared the idea of ordering pizza.

“aw yeah, pizza!” his friend cheered, bakugou threatening him to keep the voice down. sero looked up when iida walked up to him, hand chopping the air as usual,

“sero! please inform (y/n) that we’ll be ordering pizza, you should ask her what kind she’d prefer as well.” the red eyed boy said, brows furrowed behind his lenses as your boyfriend shot him some thumbs up, “you got it boss.”

“speaking of (y/n), where is she?” mina asked from her spot in the couch, upside down as she scrolled through her phone,

“she’s in her room, said she had some work to do.” he says looking down at his phone, hitting your contact and smiling at the name,

[✨ Mi Amor ✨]

he quickly shot you a text asking you what you’d like on your pizza, setting it down for a moment and looking back at your friend who’s brows were furrowed, “(y/n) never does work.” she says as bakugou arches a brow, “you could stand to be a little nicer.” he says as she chuckles, “shut up you know it’s true.” she finished with a sigh.

“if she says she’s doing work, that usually means she doesn’t want to be disturbed because she’s feeling out of it.” mina explains, sero looking up at her in question, “she doesn’t do it often, but lately she’s been pretty down.”

kaminari also looks at your friend, “how come just yesterday she was looking like she was having the time of her life?” he asks genuinely confused, “you dumbass spark plug, just because someone looks happy doesn’t mean they are.” bakugou shouts at him, remembering all you’d vented to him.

“she always says she feels like a bother, although she never is. she doesn’t want anyone to “waste their time on her”.” she says, accentuating your words with air quotations.

while they discussed you, sero continued to message and calls, noticing that you still hadn’t responded. he had zoned out of the conversation, so focused on you, until what mina said next made him shoot up and dart to the elevator up to your room.

“it’s times like those when she gets these really bad panic attacks-“

he couldn’t hear his own pounding footsteps as he exited the elevator and made a mad dash to your room.

finally getting to your door, he rapidly knocked, his concern only growing more when you didn’t answer, “i’m coming in!” he warned, turning the knob and entering your room.

“babe?” he called out, however getting no response. it wasn’t until he saw something by the bed, seemingly balled up under a sheet.

“(y/n)?...” he said gently, crouching down on his knees to uncover you, only for his breath to hitch when he took a look at the state you were in.

having familiarized himself with the symptoms, he knew you were having a panic attack. he pulls your hands away from where they were digging into your arms, creating deep crescent shapes, one or two of them beginning to bleed.

he thought about ways to ground you, coming to a conclusion that he had to go with a method aizawa had actually taught him.

“hey, baby, i’m here. all you need to do is listen to my voice and try to answer okay?” he tried gently, lowering his head to try and get a better look at your face, only for his heart to clench at your disassociated eyes, a sense of brokenness and anguish hidden behind your eyes. the ones that looked so bright on a good day, the ones that sero fell in love with.

after getting no response, he still decided to begin the grounding anyway, “babe, give me five things you can see.”

at first you gave no reaction, worrying him a bit. he stared at you as he bit the inside of his cheek, nerves getting to him however there was no helping you unless he could keep his own fears and anxieties at bay.

he repeated his instructions and let go of one of your hands to pet your head, gently running his hand over it in a comforting way. as he did this, he took notice of the knotted, oily feeling of your hair. he felt saddened by this, knowing right away that you’ve been suffering in silence and not taking care of yourself.

he was about to repeat his instructions for the third time until he felt your hand lightly squeeze his,

“y-you...” was her first answer, sero immediately letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “good job baby, four more.” he encouraged, sitting in front of her and running his thumbs over her hands, the feeling becoming apparent for you as you slowly regained control over your body.

“..the lights..” the fairy lights he’d bought you when you mentioned how you missed the ones back home.

“the pictures.” the photos on your wall, a collection of both from home and from UA.

“a book.” coincidently, the book had been one that sero had bought you for your birthday one year.

“my hands.” were the last thing you said, the hands that sero held so gently in his, almost as if you were made out of the finest china and he was worried he’d break you.

even though you’d succeeded in completing the first part, you still felt trapped. sero noticed this as well and continued, this time, more determined to help you.

“great job baby, now give me four things you can feel.” he said scooting closer, trying to hear if your breathing had returned to normal, however hearing it continue to be uneven and jagged.

“yo-you...” your voice caught, sero still getting your answer loud and clear. the fact that you had the same answer didn’t go unnoticed by him, but as long as you were responding, that was enough.

“the carpet..” he noticed you wiggling your toes, socks still on, and rubbing against the fluffy carpet beneath you, lightly stained with various foods and other substances, each however a memory.

“my hair..” you said, head dropping slightly as your curls brushed against your face, ticking your skin.

“warmth.” you finished, body twitching slightly and feeling the warm interior of the hoodie you were wearing, sero taking notice that it was his.

“you’re going an amazing job (y/n), now give me three things you can hear.” he encouraged again, gently lifting your chin and resting his forehead against yours. your breathing had returned to normal but you still sat rigid and tense.

“you.” you whispered making sero arch a brow but continued to stay silent. you’d also fallen silent, and if he could imagine little ears atop of your head, he’d imagine that they were twitching in search of sound.

“my-my music.” the fact that you’d given him your second answer almost immediately after the first made him grin. you were right, your music played softly in your room, the feeling of the melody encasing you both, bringing you out little by little.

“our friends..” you said with a shaky voice, noticing your eyes welled up with tears again. sero smiled sadly at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “we’re almost done, you can do this, i’m so proud of you.”

“two things you can smell.” he instructed, chuckling a bit at how you sniffed the air, even if snot was running out. not seeing a towel or napkin around, he pulled his sleeve over his hand and cleaned you up a bit, smiling once he heard you sniff again and your nose was clear.

“you.”

“do i smell bad?” he joked, knowing you were slowly coming back out, figuring if he made a joke it would help pull you out. you exhaled from your nose and shook your head slightly.

“well that’s good. what’s next cariño?” he urged, tucking a strand of hair out of your face and behind your head, revealing more of your face to him.

“..pizza?...” he sat back slightly and sniffed the air as well, lightly laughing at the fact that the air actually did smell like pizza,

“one more, give me one more baby.” he said cupping your face and lifting it up to meet his eyes. “one thing you can taste.”

your knees finally relaxed and stretched out, arms no longer tense as they ran up his neck to his face. you didn’t answer immediately, only pulling him in to meet your lips, his hands flying to your neck where his thumbs ran over your cheeks,

“you.” your voice was now more certain, even if there was a shaky exhale after it. you pulled away and looked into his eyes, his clean sleeve coming up to wipe your tears away while you both let out light laughter.

“thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me, love.”

“i love you.” “i love you too”

he stood up and offered you his hand, letting you take it and pulling you up off of the ground. with a groan at how sore your muscles were, he chuckled and kissed your cheek,

“how about you go take a shower and i’ll be back with some pizza?” he asks unsure if you were okay to be left alone just yet, however his nerves were put to rest as you offered a small smile and a nod, “sounds great babe.”

sero watched you make your way into the bathroom, not leaving until he heard the water to the shower start.

turning and making his way out of your room and back to the common room, he let out a heavy sigh when he entered the elevator, hand running over his face as he groaned.

he was so scared for you.

the look in your eyes, the way your body trembled, your choked sobs and broke look left a sour taste in his mouth. once the door dinged and opened, the scent of pizza wafted into the compartment he was in, walking into the living room with eyes falling on him.

“is she okay?” momo asked him as he nodded with a soft smile, “yeah she’s good now. just came down to get some pizza for us.” he explains gesturing to the mountains of pizza boxes.

“we got you and (y/n) a half and half! half with your toppings and half for her.” she said opening a box and revealing both of your favorite pizza toppings. “wow! this is great, thank you!” he says appreciatively while kaminari slides up next to him.

“you were gone for a while, you get some lovin’?” he teases his friend, elbowing his side, only to get gently shoved away with a chuckle, “it’s not like that man, we’re just gonna hang out in her room, watch movies, kick it,” sero explained as kaminari laughed and patted his shoulder, “go for it dude.”

entering your room again, sero saw you sitting on your bed, criss cross applesauce while you dried your hair. sero laughed at your childish position and set the pizza down.

noticing something, he was about to ask, only for you to beat him to it, “would it be alright if i borrowed your sweater? it smells like you.” you ask as you last the towel down, finally standing and walking over to him. “of course babe.” he says placing his hands on your shoulders, then moving to fluff your hair, the slightly damp strands sticking to your face,

“your hair is really soft after you wash it.” he says ruffling your hair making you giggle at the attention, his hand went back to their spot on your neck, holding you in his hands as if you were everything, his everything, and that was exactly what you were.

he let you go and went over to your bed, pulling the blanket you usually kept on top aside and sitting down, reaching over to grab the pizza. he set it down beside him and opened the blanket, patting the empty space next to him for you to hop in.

you curled into his side and let out a laugh at the sudden burst of happiness you received, “if you steal the blankets i’m going to put my cold feet on you.” he says making you squeal at the feeling of his cold feet against your leg.

he pulled your laptop into the space between you two and handed you a slice of your pizza, quickly finding a movie to watch and pulling you into his side with an arm around you.

with a sigh of content and a small smile gracing your lips, you leaned your head on sero’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

his free hand found yours and interlaced his fingers with yours,

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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eirist · 3 years

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Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

One-shot #: 23

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Suggestive)

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day people! This was originally for the Whimsical Kisses collection but it turned out differently than I had planned. And I liked it better. So enjoy!

Summary: He was a greedy man when it comes to his alcohol. Just like she was a greedy woman when it comes to her money. But he was all too willing to share it with her beneath her beloved trees.

It was a rather tiring day.

If Zoro may say so himself.

Just when he thought that idiot love cook couldn’t get any worse, someone had to go and invent a day for couples, celebrating romance and all that mawkish stuff guaranteed to make a normal, unromantic person barf.

Ero-cook’s adoring gestures went into overdrive because of that and stayed in it the whole damn day. He shifted from shouting one moment into noodle-dancing the next, then to swooning and crooning at their two female crewmates.

He put the rest of the crew (the boys, specifically) to work to give the two women the most romantic evening of their lives, with threats of blood and gore and a dinner straight from a vegetarian’s menu if they did not lend a hand into making the day extra special for the girls by helping turn the Sunny’s lawn deck into a romantic makeshift restaurant for a dinner date with him.

Zoro snorted at that, muttering ‘aho cook’ under his breath before promptly turning his back and leaving the rest to deal with the blond’s insanity.

He holed himself up in the crow’s nest, far away from the man as possible and busied himself with his training. Every now and then he rolled his eye whenever Sanji yelled bloody murder at one of the boys for ruining or messing something in his carefully laid out dinner date plans.

He couldn’t understand why the other idiots put up with the idiot prince’s buffoonery. The threat of the vegetable menu isn’t that bad. Food is food after all.

But not everyone has the same thought as him. Nor can they withstand fasting or a measly meal of greens just like him.

He grumbled out his complaints when Nami popped up in the nest to check on him. She just laughed at his grievances and with a cheeky smile, told him that this is the one time she and Robin are all too willing to indulge the chef’s wish, making the swordsman frown.

Unless Zoro has something planned for the two of them. Then she will be no show at the dinner date and leave Robin at the Sanji’s mercy all night.

Which he absolutely doesn’t have. And Nami knows that of course. She already knew what she was getting into after all when she involved herself with him.

With a wink she left him to his own devices. But not before blowing him a kiss and promising that she would see his unromantic, delectable ass much, much later… if he is still awake and waiting.

He just huffed in response and watched her disappear down the hatch to prepare for their evening with that damned swirly brows.

Yet the weird thing is… he wasn’t even mad that she’s gonna spend the evening on a dinner date with that twirling dumbass cook. Nor even jealous.

For he was already way past those emotions. He had long ago came to deal with them.

Instead he was… amused.

Because he definitely likes to see how it would turn out.

In the end… it definitely wasn’t aho cook who Nami would spend the rest of the night with.

But that doesn’t mean he can go slack today of all days—even if Nami already expected that he had nothing special for her (because he is broke and unromantic, her words).

In all honesty, it would really be hard to compete with that ero kappa when he has been showering the girls with flowers, chocolates and a carefully made Valentine’s lunch and perfectly planned dinner date.

There’s no way the other male crewmembers can top that even if they wanted to.

Still, Zoro did stay awake and waited for her. Waited until that shitty dinner date with that shitty cook was done. Waited under her mikan trees, hidden beneath its shadows, with a bottle of a rather pricey alcohol that he was able to buy when he snuck into town earlier with his measly savings before they (the ones who doesn’t have any role in the dinner date) were confined inside the galley with a rather scrumptious dinner guaranteed to keep them in place so as not to disturb Sanji’s ‘date’ with the lovely ladies.

It’s the thought that counts after all. He was a greedy man when it comes to his alcohol. Just like she was a greedy woman when it comes to her money.

But he was all too willing to share it with her beneath her beloved trees, surrounded with the citrusy fragrance he had come to know and love while underneath the brilliant stars shining up in the sky that she absolutely can put to shame.

It counts as something. Especially from a man like him who doesn’t have a single, romantic bone in his body.

And Nami understood that. Because she was there after the dinner date was done and tidied up and everyone had retired to their respective rooms (the love cook still griping about how the night went by so fast)—all smiles as she made her way to him; still in that wine red, gown that showed of the bare skin of her back, the light tap of her bare feet against the wooden floor in time with his heartbeat.

Amidst lowered voice, hushed tones and muffled laughter at all the craziness (mainly from shit cook) that happened that day, they shared that special drink.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Zoro?” Nami joshed as he handed the bottle back to her so she can drink her share of the beverage again.

He grinned. “Why? Is it working?”

“Hmmm yes,” she whispered jestingly as she moved to settle on his lap, arms locking behind his neck as she kissed him.

The skirt of her gown had ridden up, exposing her long, creamy legs and he took the liberty of trailing his hand against the smooth skin of her thigh, moving upwards, higher and higher until…

He suddenly pulled away from her lips to stare at her questioningly.

Did she actually went and had dinner with that perverted cook without anything underneath her dress?!

Nami smiled mischievously at his expression, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair, tickling the back of his neck…

She brought her lips closer to his ear.

“I took it off before coming here to you,” she whispered, her tone seductive, winking saucily when she felt his chest rumble against her as a growl escaped him.

“Happy Valentine’s Zoro,” she teased before her grin turned naughty. “Now, why don’t you take my dress off so you can enjoy your valentine’s day present?”

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A soft snore tore him from his thoughts and Zoro glanced down towards his slumbering companion.

He was sitting on the floor of the crow’s nest, with his back resting against the wooden bench surrounding it. Nami was sleeping beside him, lying down her stomach on their makeshift bed of layered blankets, making him wonder how in the world can she sleep comfortably in that position given how generous her breasts are.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother her that she didn’t have any pillow. Normally she would complain about the lack of support for her head and neck and would eventually force him to let her use his arm.

Her cheek was resting contentedly against the soft sheets; her arm was resting limply across his thigh, the blanket they were using for cover was strewn carelessly above her desirable and naked ass, barely covering it.

She was so deep in her sleep and oblivious to the world around her.

Another snore broke the silence and Zoro smirked. Nami rarely snores (yet she claims that she doesn’t) but he knew well enough.

His navigator must be really tired.

He reached down to drag the blanket up and cover her properly. She was mumbling in her sleep… something about steering the ship away from an incoming storm.

Zoro promptly sneaked a glance out of the nest’s windows. After all, Nami’s weather predictions are never wrong.

But the sky is clear. Not a single cloud was hovering across the vast, still dark horizon sprinkled with countless of brightly shining stars.

He finds it adorable that she was still manning the Sunny and getting them out of danger even in her dreams.

He carefully lifted her hand from his thigh, his calloused fingers caressing her soft ones.

Zoro leaned down so he could bring them closer to his lips for a kiss.

That pulled her out her slumber.

“Mmmm…Zoro?” She blearily blinked up at him. “Why are you awake?” Her voice still hoarse from sleep or from their earlier activity, he was not sure.

She lazily stretched her body as Zoro watched her. “Is it time to go?” She asked again as she sleepily sat up, running a hand through her tousled orange tresses. The blanket covering her fell down and bundled on her hips, exposing her delicious breasts still marred with his kisses and bites.

He smirked, hands reaching out for her waist. He tugged her closer to him, kissing her forehead. She welcomed his affection with a warm, sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around his torso as she hummed in content.

“Nope,” he finally answered as he kissed her lips softly before planting a peck on one bare shoulder. She shivered slightly at the sensation. “I told Usopp I’d cover his shift tonight.”

He grinned when her eyes sparkled at the thought of spending some more time with him.

“We have the nest to ourselves ‘til daybreak. Happy Valentine’s Nami.”

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See you again

Summary: Soulmates are the people that truly belong to us, but sometimes life is not grateful to us and we have to wait for a life where we can meet them again.

AUs: SoulmateAU! ReincarnationAU!

Warning: gore, major character death, murder, burning trashcan (aka Endeavor) is involved and he’s a bit OOC i guess, heavy angst, (Spoiler of chapter 290)

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia and the characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

Words: about 2.050

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Third life: 1970

The cold pouring rain stroke against the large glass windows of the office complex. Dark clouds obscured the twinkling stars, which were normally to be seen, in the calm night sky. Although the working hours were long over, one office was still brightly lit.

"Do you have them?" asked the impatient voice of his boss. "Yes, I have all the documents here, mister Todoroki." Said the shorter one.

With a smooth hand movement, he stroked his blond strands from his forehead. He handed his idol the documents which he had collected in the last few months. “Well, we will not let him run away with this brood of seamstresses. He has to accept his status, especially now that his older brothers probably won't get it on the chain. He will take over this police department. I will take care of it.” The red-haired grumbled. "I know I required a lot from you, but I hope you will help me to get rid of this fright. Of course, you will get a good payment." his boss promised. "It's an honor to work with you, mister Todoroki." he thanked him. "That would be everything. You can go home now, Takami." the older one said. "Have a blessed night." the blond one wished his boss. The red-haired grunted as an answer, and the blond man left the office.

At the same time, your hooded figure turned into an empty alley. You peeked carefully around, only to see your secret boyfriend. "There you are. I waited for almost ten minutes. I was worried that they caught you." he greeted you. His body was wrapped in a black coat, which didn't let the cool of the late autumn get to him. You were used to the cold that always crept in your bones. "They can't catch me. I am sneaking away from my husband to see you, and that is harder than you might think." you told him with a soft smile. "Unfortunately" he scoffed and put his hands in the pockets of his coat. "When do we escape from them?" You asked him. "Tomorrow. I could keep our escape as a secret, and I could buy the tickets for the train ride without my father noticing it." he answered your question. A wide grin spread across your face. "After thousands of years, we will finally be able to have a perfect life together." you proposed, and your boyfriend showed one of his rare smiles. "Yes, we will." he optimistically agreed. "We should get going, or we will get caught before we can escape." you said and looked nervously around. "We should. See you tomorrow, my love." You hugged him tight, and he awkwardly patted your back. Even after so many years, he couldn't get used to the hugs both of you shared. But you didn't care, as long as they were with him. He leaned in for one last kiss. His minty breath stroke against your lips before he sealed your lips with his. You two broke apart and waved as you walked into two different ways. What the two of you didn't saw, was a dark-haired man sitting on the rooftop above you and writing your conversation on a sheet of paper.

The next morning you woke up quite early. To your happiness, your husband was a cook in your small village and had to wake up early, to prepare the menu for the day. Your parents were sparse, and the marriage was the best you could do for them. It was against your will, but you hadn't met your soulmate back then, so it was the only reason you could secure your existence. Due to the lack of money, education was a thing your parents could not afford. You worked for them in their miniature tailoring. The bag that usually got stored under the bed was packed, and you were ready to leave.

After you brushed your teeth, you took your bag and left the house. Carefully you looked around your neighborhood. No one was there, which was typical at 5 a.m. You wandered down the street and walked past a few closed shops. The train station was in sight, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. Finally, you were able to leave this awful town of your youth and could be with your soulmate. You were so close to living a happy and long life with him.

"Where are you going?" a deep voice growled behind you. Your body stiffed, you turned slowly around. His gleaming red eyes peered in your e/c ones. "I was going to a friend." you lied. He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms in front of his torso. "Who is this friend of yours?" he questioned. You began to stutter, and his temple began to throb. "You have no friend besides this round face, and she is on vacation with her poor excuse of a husband." he reminded you. "What are you even doing here, this early?" you asked him. "I forgot my apron at home," he told you blankly. "Now, where are you going?" he demanded with a growl. "They come with me. They are my seamstresses for today. I need a new suit, and they work for me." a well-known voice intervened. The butterflies began to fly in your stomach. Your husband raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Good morning, half-n-half." he greeted him half-heartedly. "We need to go now. If you would excuse us." Shouto told the angry, blond man. You followed your soulmate, who already walked in the direction of the train station. "Alright, be home at eight in the evening, needle-fingers." he yelled after you. A wide grin spread across your face. You wish, you thought, and followed the quick steps of Shouto.

The conductor took the tickets from Shouto and went back into the cab. Both of you entered the train and sought your reserved seats. "First class?" you asked in astonishment. "Of course. Only the best for my soulmate," he said and let you sit next to the window. "Now we finally can get away from them." you sighed and leaned back in your seat. He sat next to you and grabbed your left hand. His finger stroked over the back of it. With a loud bang and rambling, the steam engine started to drive. Another passenger entered the compartment. He had ash blond, untamed hair and wore a wide brown jacket. A cocky smile spread across his face as he noticed you. Since you entirely focused yourself on Shouto, you had not noticed his arrival. He took a seat a few seats behind you.

The hours passed, and you had to drive only a few stops until the two of you would reach your destination. The new town you would be living in is in the countryside. It is a small cozy town, near the sea of japan. If you would reach it, the life of the two of you could improve. The skills of a seamstress and a police officer are always needed. Your new life couldn't be any more planed. No one would be separated this time. You leaned against him, and he slowly put an arm over your shoulder. Your eyes slowly closed themselves. Planing your disappearance without getting noticed was hard, but you believed that everything went well and you eventually could get your happy ending with your soulmate. The optimism this time led to good circumstances of your planning. Even if you had a rocky path until now, the two of you never thought about giving up on finally coming together this century. The stress of the month got the better of you, and since you could finally get some rest, you slept in.

A hard shaking and loud chattering woke you up. Your eyes wandered to Shoutos, his expression was unbothered by the loud trouble that erupted around you. "What's happening?" you mumbled tiredly. "I don't know. We just drove through a tunnel and around a corner. Maybe some people aren't used to that kind of shaking of the train." he guessed. You nodded and tried to fix up your messy hair. "How long did I sleep?" you asked, and Shouto wanted to answer you, but he got interrupted by a loud sound. The next thing that happened was that an avalanche of stone crashed into the train. The world spun around you, and you felt something heavy on you. It caused you to close your eyes again.

As you woke up again, you felt a heavy pressure on your chest. You could barely breathe, and your vision was clouded. "Shou..." you whimpered. Tears filled your eyes. This was supposed to be your happy end, but apparently, your fate was cursed. Now was not the time to panic, you thought and blinked away the tears. You tried to move, but nothing worked, and you came to the realization that a massive boulder crushed you. Maybe now it is time to panic, you thought. Since breathing was a challenge, you tried to calm down, which was easier said than done. You looked around and tried to find your white and red-headed boyfriend.

The air was filled with smoke from the steam engine, but you could make out a figure that came near you. The steam cleared up, and you saw that your boyfriend hobbled to you. You tried to yell, so he would notice you, but not a single sound left your lips. The pain stopped you from doing anything.

Shouto didn't need your yelling, he knew just where you were. The invisible bound led him to you. Another thing that connected the two of you was that he felt your pain, and the consequences of your injury. The slow steps he took towards you indicated that he was also injured. As he reached you, his knees gave way. "What?... Why?" he stuttered. A small smile spread across your face. "It's fine, Shouto, we will meet in the next life. We will have a family and live until death will do us apart." You wiggled your hand free from underneath the stone. With your bloody hand, you stroked his cheek. His eyes were filled with fear.

"You can't leave me. I need you. We wanted to live a happy and long life together." he cried. "It's gonna be fine." you tried to comfort him, but you knew that every comforting word was useless. "You're right. It's gonna be alright. It has to be." he said positive, and you weren't sure if his word should comfort you or him.

His hand took your wrist and checked your pulse. "It's weak," he muttered, watching you. You are getting paler, and your breathing got more fast and shallow. "I am tired," you whispered weakly. "It's fine, honey. You can go to sleep if you want." Todoroki said with a lump in his throat. Tears swelled in his eyes, and a cry left his lips. "I love you, Shou." you breathed, and your last breath left your lips. The tears streamed down his cheeks, and a loud scream escaped him.

At that moment, his heart got torn into two pieces, and he was sure that his second half was gone. Now he would be just a shell of a man. He tried to breathe, but with every tear, it got more aching. You were gone, and he had to live his remaining life with the thought that you and him couldn't be happy. Carefully he strokes your bloodied cheek, and his finger trailed along the contours of your face. "Why does it always end up like this?" he cried. "Why do we always get separated," his breathing hitched as more tears streamed down his cheeks. "Why?" he whispered weakly. His face leaned over yours, and his lips landed on your cold ones, one last kiss for your journey to the afterlife.

On a small hill, two people were standing. "We did it." stated the blond proudly and patted his mate on the shoulder. "Finally, I could take revenge on my little brother." spoke the black-haired man dark. "That's a bonus." answered the shorter one. "Let's grab something to eat. I am hungry." "If you insist, but you pay." responded the taller one, and both of them disappeared.

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