#(which kinda was Oh a Planetarium

[bloodmoonmuses]

it waits for dawn | lee taeyong

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genre: taeyong x reader, friends to lovers, summer coworkers, non-idol au, fluff sorta kinda :)))

wc: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of blood, some swearing

summary: while working your summer job, you meet an eclectic boy who's obsessed with stars and the beauty of the universe.

Working at the planetarium was an odd summer job, sure, but it was about the same pay as the ice cream shop or (God forbid) the zoo. The facility remained pretty empty most days, save for the occasional field trip or savvy tourist. For the first two weeks you worked there, it was just you and the manager, Taeil. Then, one day, Taeil says he finally found another lackey- some guy who just finished his undergrad. 

You’re not sure why a college graduate would be slumming it at a planetarium, but you don’t question the matter any further. At least now you’d have someone to split responsibilities with. 

“He’ll be here any minute,” Taeil tells you.

When he walks in, you’re a bit taken aback. His cotton candy hair and smattering of tattoos almost clashes with the nerdy polo and khakis he’s wearing. You assume this is his attempt at looking “professional”, which is funny because you’re in a band tee and cut-off shorts and Taeil is practically in pajamas. 

“I’m Taeyong,” he says bashfully, dipping his head as a greeting. 

You shake his outstretched hand and his ears turn red. He has the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen, like a drawing almost. The prevailing word at the front of your mind is “cute”. He’s very cute.

Taeyong is a sticker book come to life, eclectic and vibrant against the dullness of the overcast day. You’ve never seen him around before. You would’ve remembered. He must be new in town- or a figment of your imagination. A part of you wishes it’s the latter.

“I’m ____,” you say, fixated on your still conjoined hands. When Taeyong realizes he hasn’t broken away from the hand shake, he drops his arm quickly, coughing to fill the awkward silence. Taeil is none the wiser. 

“If you could show him around the place, that’d be nice.” Taeil says nonchalantly. He walks back into his office, going to take his daily three hour nap. Taeyong looks at you confusedly.

“If you had any worry about this being a strenuous or uptight job-” Taeil’s snoring interjects, “-I can assure you, it is not.” you contend. “It’s like a movie theater, honestly. We run the projection presentations every other hour, and when there’s field trips, we walk the kiddos around for about 45 minutes or so.”

“Ah, really? That’s it, huh?” Taeyong looks a bit disappointed.

“Yeah. Pretty easy,” you say, shrugging. “Oh, and we stock the gift shop.”

—

The next day, Taeyong somehow manages to bomb his first real shift.. You’re shelving plushies in the gift shop when you hear a loud crashing sound. When you make your way to the supply room to see what happened, Taeyong is buried in a pile of commemorative cups on the floor. 

“You okay?” you ask, trying not to laugh. The moon phase tumblers are the most popular of the gift shop items, constantly needing to be restocked. 

“I think so,” he says. As you help him stand, you notice blood on his hand.

“Need a band-aid?” Taeyong’s eyes shimmer with tears, and he places his cut finger into his mouth, pouting a bit. He nods and you grab the first aid kit off the wall. It’s covered in a layer of dust from lack of use. You blow on its surface.

“How’d you cut your finger?” you ask, still giggling a bit.

“I tried to catch the box as it was falling.” He winces as the air hits his wound. “Ouch.”

You “tsk” at him, shaking your head as you open the first aid kit. “Taeyong, you gotta be more careful. Taeil doesn’t care if we live or die!”

He chuckles. “That’s not true! I think he has a soft spot for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this cleaned up.” You take some alcohol and soak a cotton ball. Then, you clean his (minor) cut, unwrapping a bandage and securing it around his finger. He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Kiss it better for me?” he asks, jutting out his lower lip and extending his hand towards you.

“You wish.”

—

Taeyong and you become quick friends. If he comes in for a shift after you, he brings you ice cream. If the two of you close together, he walks you to your car. If you take a day off, Taeyong sends you pictures of Taeil sleeping.

He’s a great conversationalist as well. You learn a lot about him over the summer. He wanted to be a firefighter before falling in love with art, dancing and music. Now, he has a bachelor’s degree in visual art. He shows you videos of him dancing and lets you look through his sketchbook. He talks about his sister and how she’s just as kind as him. He tells you about his love of stars, and how he mediates on them as if they’re lost lovers. 

Despite the warmth Taeyong’s eyes fill you with, there’s also an underlying sadness in them- stress beyond his years swimming beneath their sparkling glory. He doesn’t speak much of it, but you can feel it. You can also see that stress leaving his body everytime he cranks up the projector for the solar system presentation. His favorite planet is Saturn.

You’re quite fond of Taeyong. You realize this when you catch yourself staring at him on a particularly slow day. A few elderly couples have come to see the permanent exhibit in the front of the facility, but other than that, it’s just you and him here. Even Taeil has taken a day off, the sloth of summer’s near end seemingly blanketing the entire town. The day progresses in slow motion.

Taeyong’s sleeves are rolled up, exposing his arms. You study his tattoos, committing them to memory.  His ever changing hair has been black for a few weeks now, which was a bit out of the ordinary for him. He looks a bit pedestrian, if that’s even possible, and not elven like his usually colorful hair makes him seem.

Despite the snail pace of the day, Taeyong is working way more than is actually necessary- always a self-starter and ready to please. 

“Take a break, Taeyong. You’re gonna have a heat stroke.” The A/C unit is busted. Again. You’ve plugged in a few portable fans, but they’re not doing much.

“Inventory’s gotta get done eventually.” You’re enamored with the multitudes of Taeyong’s character. He’s often an easy going guy, but stern when it counts. Not a killjoy, or anything to that extent, just more upright than you’d assume at first glance. Such is the issue with assumptions; they’re just asking to be subverted. 

You feel bad watching Taeyong lug around boxes by himself, so you push your laziness aside and begin helping.

“I got it,” Taeyong says.

You continue to lift a box, following him on the trek from the supply closet to the gift shop. “I know you’ve got it, but you’re gonna die if you carry all of these on your own.”

“I’m not gonna die,” Taeyong says, blowing a few strands of hair out his face as wobbles about.

“Tell that to the red flush covering your whole body, Superman.” 

Taeyong huffs at you. “You’re so mean to me,” he says. There’s that lower lip again. It’s becoming your weakness, the more he pouts at you. Sometimes you tease him just to see it more often.

“Fine. Want me to stop?” you say, putting down the box you’re carrying. You pretend to walk off.

“No, don’t leave! I feel like I’m gonna die!” Tayong shrieks.

You deadpan at the cartoon of a human standing in front of you.

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It’s a field trip day and the planetarium is packed. Unlike the usual, Taeil is actually helping, saying something along the lines of “all hands on deck” as if that doesn’t entail a total of six hands. The children stream in like a school of fish, neon summer camp shirts glowing in the bright sun. They’re beaming at one another, skipping and running around with boundless energy. Their liveliness sparks something in you, smiling so much that makes your cheeks hurt. What hurts more, however, is seeing how sweet Taeyong is with the kids. He takes the lead on showing them around the permanent exhibit, explaining the solar system and composition of stars and other space rocks. You watch from the back of the crowd, blaming the flush of your face on the temperature and not on the fact that Taeyong’s smile makes your breath hitch.

You should think he’s the nerdiest person in the world right now. This whole exchange would be great material to tease him with (-something about how he’s a softie and a loser or whatever). However, all you feel is a terrifying fondness taking over you, ripping at your chest as if it’d been ravaged by a lovesick wolf, its claw marks creating deep caverns where your heart lies. It fucking hurts how much you simply like him. You don’t even want to imagine- no, you can’t  even imagine what’d it be like to fall in love with him. 

One of the kids asks about Saturn and Taeyong nearly erupts with excitement. He talks in detail about its rings, tracing his fingers along the ridges of the replica of the planet. His eyes are sparkling, mirroring the faux stars above him. 

When kids leave, you glance at Taeyong. A tired smile is plastered on his face and he contently sighs. “That was so much fun.”

“I’m not sure who enjoyed it more- you or the kids,” you state. Taeyong chuckles. 

“Definitely me. I almost don’t wanna go home,” he says. 

“Then let’s stay.”

After finishing your closing duties, you and Taeyong meet in the planetarium’s theater. In the center of the rows of seats is a projector.  

“Lemme start the presentation,” he says, queuing up a video about Navajo astrology and constellations. “I’ve never actually gotten the chance to watch Southwestern Skies from the seats.” 

After he presses play, the two of you sit right in the middle of the theater. The video comes to life on the dome shaped ceiling. Your jaw drops in wonderment, feeling less self conscious when you see that Taeyong’s mouth is also agape in your periphery. Then, you’re drifting in outer space with him, your seats floating away into the ether as you become completely absorbed into the stars that surround you. You rest your arm on the divider between your chairs, subconsciously inching your hand towards Taeyong’s. As it draws nearer, your desire to interlace his hand in your own grows. The nerve endings at your fingertips buzz. Taeyong is magnetic. 

“This is my favorite part,” Taeyong whispers, awestruck. You try to break away from looking at him, to instead look at the display above you, but you can’t. Instead, you watch the stars in the reflection of his eyes. 

The dome bursts with an explosion of stars as various constellations fade into view. Orion’s Belt, The Big Dipper, Libra and Virgo- Taeyong had told you about them in detail, insisting on thumbing through his astrology textbook as he explained. (He stole it from the library, leaving five bucks on the counter to rid himself of any lingering karma.) Finally, the Milky Way comes into view- referred to as It Waits for Dawn by the Navajo people. Taeyong audibly gasps. 

“I think the whole thing is your favorite part," you tease. 

“Mmm.” He nods in agreement.

Distantly, your mind wanders to how the summer is coming to a close. You’re not sure what will come of you and Taeyong’s friendship. You hope he won’t be a memory, or strangers like the two of you started as. You want him to be a fixture in your life- a constellation to familiarize yourself with and never tire of, even as the universe expands.

You realize you’ve been laying your head on Taeyong’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you move to sit up. 

“It’s okay,” he says. Then, he places his hand on your head, guiding it back to his shoulder. “Unless your neck hurts, or something. Then, I won’t force you,” he adds hurriedly. 

“No, no. It’s good. I’m good,” you say, returning your head to its original position. When the presentation ends, the lights in the theater automatically come up. Suddenly, the moment feels too intimate for daylight, and Taeyong must agree, because he’s tense. You can feel it in his shoulder, the anxiety radiating off of him in waves, but he doesn’t tell you to move, so you continue to rest your head on him 

“Does the universe scare you? All the stars and planets and the unknown...” Taeyong says out of nowhere. Before you can respond, he says, “Ah, nevermind. Forget I asked.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he backtracks.

“I like the question, silly!” You consider your answer for a moment, lost in thought. “ How infinite it is, yes. But the universe as a concept is very romantic. Like, philosophically speaking.”

“How so?”

You shrug. “It brought us together.”

“What a pretty thought,” he says. 

Life’s a bunch of little universes sewn together. Self contained and finite worlds that exist within infinity. Like your summer with Taeyong- a blip in the grandeur of your life, simply due to how little time he’s spent in it. You want to sew a little bit more of him into your universe. To make him more than a blip. To make him your entire universe. 

“Can I kiss you?” you ask suddenly, throwing caution to the wind.

“I’d like that,” he contends. 

You lift your head from his shoulder and place a delicate peck to his cheek. Taeyong gently grasps your chin, guiding your face to his. He then kisses you on the lips, tenderly, his lips just barely grazing yours. The moment seems to stretch on for infinity, though only lasting a few minutes, and you make haste to sew it into the fabric of your memory.

a/n: unedited + feedback is always appreciated!

#bloodmoonmuses #nct 127 #lee taeyong x reader #taeyong fic #taeyong fluff #nct 127 fic #lee taeyong #nct taeyong

[thatlonelycactus]

Y’all know how some planetariums do like space show things where they teach people about space and that?? Idk what they’re called BUT

Could you imagine if Crowley regularly went to one just because- well yk- and just kind of became a fixture. Like, for years this grumpy guy who vaguely looks like he’s some kinda of crime lord just kind of keeps coming to these things to the point where all the staff know his name??? Even better if he makes a comment from time to time about a particular gas that makes something up or a property of stars or black holes or something that no one had ever heard about and so they all think it’s some weird fake shit he got online.But, after some research he actually turned out to be right.

So now there’s a massive mystery around who this dude is who just knows things about space which even experts haven’t discovered yet. Everyone has their own theory ranging from him just being a space nerd to the most extraordinary theories. One of the presenters swears that they heard him say “oh I helped make that one” under his breath during one of the shows but everyone just thinks they’re making shit up (but he obvi did bc he’s Crowley).

Anyway ignore me

#Even better if he starts going more frequently after Azi left #good omens #crowley #crowley good omens #good omens shitpost

[elizabeths-writing-corner]

Hello there! I couldn't help myself but to ask if you could maybe write a story about stargazing with mammon? ✨ it would truly be amazing if you could ♡

"Stargazing" Obey me! Mammon

☁ Thank you for your request ^^ This was literally the first time when I didn't write smut for an individual character... I had a hard time figuring out how to tell this story. I hope it's still to your liking even if I strayed from the idea a bit too much... :p

Mammon x gn!Reader

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"Y/N, I finally found you!" a familiar scream of enthusiasm fills the once quiet and peaceful planetarium you were gathering your thoughts in. "We're leavin' for dinner in ten minutes. Get your ass downstairs or Lucifer will be mad."

"Sure, give me just a moment."

It's hard to hide the grimace painted on your face as you raise yourself from the cold stone of the fountain located in the middle of the room. Every movement looks like put in slow motion; you've been frozen in one position for probably too long.

"Is somethin' wrong?" Mammon makes a few careful steps towards you. "Are ya fellin' sick?" he then asks politely, as if he encountered a wild animal and tried not to scare it away.

You fidged your fingers nervously, fighting yourself if you should open up and tell him about your worries or if you should stay silent and act like nothing's wrong. After all, he's just a friend; a friend who you were forced to make, no one but a housemate, really.

"I was just remembering..." you confess after a short consideration, "the human world," You turn over to Mammon with your whole body, suddenly feeling more energized but anxious at the same time. "It may seem out of the blue but I just looked at the sky and thought... it really doesn't differ too much from what I could observe from the window in my house. I do miss it sometimes," your voice undertoned so much that it's now drowning in the much louder noise caused by the squirting from the fountain water.

For the whole time, the demon didn't say a thing. He was listening carefully to all you had to throw out of yourself while making small steps in your direction.

He knows this feeling all too well. His and his brother's exclusion from the Celestial Realm caused his whole life to fall apart. At the time it seemed like a disaster, which drowned all his will to keep going. However, if that had never happened, would he be listening to your soothing voice every morning or have the opportunity to watch your beautiful face floodlit by the cold light of the moon, shining through the glass roof as he does right now?

"I'm sorry, that was unnecessary," you say quickly in defense, worried that you created a melancholic mood with your rambling but when you stand up and try to run past Mammon with your head down, he stops you by putting his arm around your waist and pinning you down to the cold, marble floor.

Your cheeks heat up and a blush sneaks onto them while he seems unfazed. You've never seen him so collected before. He pins you down by gripping your wrists but he soon lets go of them and lays beside you. Your confused gaze follows his every move until he raises his hand to point at the stars-scattered sky and says:

"Ya see this, Y/N? It's a constellation named Grus. Looks kinda like a crow, doesn't it?"

"Not really," you frown your forehead. "It's more like a goose to me."

"Oh, and what do ya know?!" the demon grunts with annoyance at your attempt to correct him. "And here's the little dog," he points at something again but he notices you visibly can't spot it so he cups your cheek with his hand and guides you. "Reminds me of Luke. And next to it is the big dog - Cerberus."

"You surely have your own way of interpreting things, Mammon," you chuckle under your nose. "But since when do you know so much about constellations? Did you swap minds with Belphie? Is this another curse?"

"What's that supposed to mean, huh?" He raises himself to his forearms and looks at you with a piercing, angry, but not threatening stare. "It's so hard to believe that The Great Mammon knows somethin'?"

A bubbly smile doesn't wash off your face. You gently grab Mammon's hand and squeeze it tightly, presumably sending a spark that travels all the way to his brain, because while he was calm just a second ago, now he's just a blushing and sweating mess.

The demon quickly glances at your hand holding his and immediately frees it from your grip as if it was burning his skin. He opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him.

"Either way, thank you, Mammon, for cheering me up."

"Where did that idiot wander off to?" you hear a muffled voice from the hall; a voice that means you're in big trouble.

"Shit, that's Lucifer!" Mammon whimpers in great fear of meeting a punishment. "We're late! Y/N get your ass up. I don't want to hang from the ceiling again..."

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x yn #mammon x you #mammon x gn #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x y/n #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x oc #obey me anime

[squid-boo]

Well, Obey Me! isn't afraid to make you like multiple brothers so I did it with that, since Levi, Belphie and Beel are my favs... I made Harlow date all three! Though yeah Leviathan is the main one you'll see from me but I love all three equally I promise you LOL @endlessmyth

Belphie and Harlow's relationship was of course challenging at first due to the whole " oh imma manipulate this feeble human to do what I say so I can get revenge on Lucifer and Diavolo and ruin this whole stupid exchange program and harm the human " thing and when that happened and everyone was like " Belphie glad you're back buddy but what the fuck " LOL Harlow avoided him for a while, he doesn't get why I mean he does but Belphie isn't the one to comprehend human emotions. Harlow understands why he did what he did but wishes that he didn't spiral them into his little grudge ya know? so they could only text him but not be physically around him which irritates him but he gets what he can knsjg Sooo this took 4 years? It's a slow burn for their friendship to even happen and for them to get comfortable and actually see each other face to face? Like Harlow isn't that forgiving to him yeah and well Belphie is like welp that's fair! The two then met up in private in the planetarium and sat a few feet away from each other to just take baby steps to talk. I mean the two do enjoy talking to each other, Belphie is direct and blunt but also likes to tease, plus he's a little brat but it's fun to joke on him too nkjdf Harlow isn't afraid to say what's on their mind and Belphie likes that, the two would sometimes pick on each other for fun, just trying to be comfortable around the presence of each other. So, getting to know each other some more, the two kept meeting up at the planetarium to talk and look up at the stars, that's one thing they have in common! Belphie loves the stars and Harlow is into astrology, when Belphie mentioned stars, Harlow started to talk about them and what they studied for in the human world, constellations, and everything and Belphie just sat in silence and listened. Belphie then pointed up and mention that he has a star and Beel has a star, twin stars! It's like how they were when they were in the celestial realm and he went on and talked about his time with family in the human world and the circus! Yeah, Belphie loves the circus it was something he found fascinating! Harlow found it pretty interesting, someone like him loves something so whimsical, so they thought to themself " Why not bring Belphie to the human world one day to see the stars there and take him to a carnival? We might be able to spend more time and get to know each other more " and they did! Belphie can't believe it, he thinks they're kinda weird for wanting to do such a thing for him, but he still willingly accepted it, he was just waiting for them to laugh at him and leave for speaking about his interest cause why wouldn't they? He still feels guilty for that injury on their neck, he can even tell they're still hesitant about being around him, he doesn't get it! But hell if he doesn't admit he really misses a feeling like this, it's been awhile and he's cherishing every bit of it. He hated humans because of what happened to Lillith, but he also loved them, maybe he can try again and find his love for humanity starting with this human??? So after all of that Belphie has been glued to Harlow and followed them where ever they went ( not that they mind ) Belphie was lonely and sought company which you can't blame him he's been stuck in the attic for YEARS so he just got real attached and the other brothers realized that too. Belphie would always sit next to them, lay his head on their lap, arm linked together, hell he even brought a chair over and moved it between his and Beel's seats at the dining table so Harlow can be in the middle of them. Speaking of Beel, he was sooo happy the two of them got along, he was really sad since he and Harlow always hung out and now he got his twin he can be around, two people he enjoys but Harlow would always leave when Belphie is present. But NOW! the two are interested in each other so it made it easier for all three of them to hang out and so with that is when Belphie went to Beel one day and asked " Hey.....want to share Harlow?" 



#Squiddle Write #MC: Harlow #sorry for @ing you too much tumblr is fucking up lol #but yeah they have a more deeper relationship than what I wrote haha sorry #just if i went into detail it'll take up the whole post!!! #maybe one day ill show more of it if I can cause haha Belphie still has his issues #he thinks he's healed but isnt i mean the boys all have their flaws anyways #he's just clingy #but what can you expect they're demons

[goji-pilled]

Soooooo you know how I said how I’ve wanted to come up with a witch? Well I’ve done just that, and I want to share what I’ve put together with you.

Ahem, well without further ado. Please enjoy my idea that is

Amalthea, The Lunar Witch

This Witch has a Gazing nature. She is always staring into the upper regions of her labyrinth, searching for something. She desires to find the beautiful object she could always find at a certain time once again. If a magical girl were to enter her labyrinth, she wouldn’t even know it as she’s always so focused on her gazing.

Minions

Oberon: Minions of The Lunar Witch. He seems to resemble a telescope in a way. He always seems to be frantically looking for something, maybe in an attempt to please his Witch.

Titania: Minions of The Lunar Witch. She lurks near the top of the labyrinth, and her job is to alert her Witch by sounding a soft chime whenever a magical girl enters the labyrinth. She also has another job, which is to once again alert her Witch whenever the Oberon’s find the certain thing they’re always looking for. However, that day will never come.

Labyrinth Design

This Witch’s labyrinth seems to resemble a planetarium. Pretty stars in all shapes and colors fill the sky of this labyrinth, one could easily be sidetracked by its beauty. However there is one thing missing from this beautiful sight, and that is what The Lunar Witch is always searching for.

Well that’s about it for the Witch’s info, besides her description. Which I would love to give you an overview of. Amalthea is rather lanky, from head to toe (it’s more like bottomless dark pit but whatever). She is cut down the middle in terms of color, half of her being black and the other white. The black half has white star like twinkles in various spots on her, and the white half has the same thing going but with black twinkles. Here comes the tough part with her though when I’m thinking of design, her head. I’ve thought about it greatly and while it’s really lazy on my part, I’d say she has a pointy like head but she kinda has the witch hat point think going on with the back of her head. And when I say that I mean THIS part.

You can tell I obviously have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to designing her head.

Anyways here comes the part of her design I came up with that I REALLY loved. On her wrists and top of her head, she has rings. And in case you’re confused, you know how models of the solar system have like the planets hooked onto rings like in this picture?

That’s kinda like how I’m imagining the rings look like on Amalthea.

Oh in case you’re wondering what the Titania minions look like, since I never specified what she looks like. Imagine you clump a whole bunch of stars together until it’s a whole big mass of points and stuff.

Well that about concludes my whole idea. I really hope you found this at least somewhat interesting lmao. Please be sure to share some thoughts because I’d love to hear them. Also if you have any ideas I would be more than happy to hear what you have to say.

(I’m hoping to god that you, or at least someone who reads all of this will have an idea on what I can do to change the head shape cause oh my god it’s killing me that I can’t come up with anything good)

Wait wait thats??? So cool??? Oh my god...

How they didn't come up with a witch like this already is already beyond me, but that is SO COOL.

I'm gonna say that I have a vague mental image of what she looks like in my head and needless to say its awesome. I love weirdly slim/lanky/thin and uncanny monsters (reason why I draw Ophelia the day I do, and why I'm particularly creeped out by the SCP "The Shy Guy" lol), with limbs just a bit too long, bending at an angle thats just ever so slighlty off, especially if it still ressembles a humanoid shape (pretty sure thats a sort of primal fear, something vaguely human that clearly isn't), and I think that pointy type of head really adds the cherry on top.

#felix answers #very very cool me thinks #im also now realizing i should probably tag long asks as long posts #...shouldve done that a lot earlier #long post

[maybenotmei]

HIII :-) for event #2, can i rq hina hikawa x reader modern au in which her & reader go to the planetarium? :D

starting a new save...

save successful!

you knew hina was full of free time.

ever since she was rejected by a talent agency, she has spent her life going around in places she has never been before. any curiosity of hers about a place has most likely been fulfilled at this point, except for one place.

you knew she always wanted to go to a planetarium.

the stars, the night sky, space, it was full of mysteries. and you know hina very well— she loves the things she doesn't understand. what lies beyond the atmosphere of this world? what goes beyond our system? why do they shine so brightly? you would catch her ask you, despite knowing you didn't know the answer either. even if you did know, she would still be confused. maybe that confusion was the main factor of her want to go to a planetarium for ages.

luckily enough, you were able to snatch up two tickets to the huge planetarium by the city. it was well known for its amazing displays and high-quality projections. the telescopes were apparently astonishing, too.

"a planetarium?" hina tilted her head to the left, looking at the tickets in your hand. you nod, handing one of them to her. she grinned, taking one and grabbing your free hand after. "thank you!"

"it's at 7pm, don't be late, okay?"

hina nodded, tucking the ticket inside her bag. "we still have time! lets go walk around the city!" she smiled, pointing downtown.

"everyone, please take a seat and wait for the program to start." the MC announced as you and hina took a seat. a switch was flicked before the dome went dark, followed by the sparkle of light from a projector. the MC stands by the stage as hina's eyes glitter at the projection. even if it was merely a projection, it was still fascinating to her.

it all went like a blur. you could barely remember what happened except for when hina finally spoke up, snapping you out from your trance at looking at the "stars."

"uh, MC?" she raised her hand to the speaker, who gladly answered her call. "why are you using a projector than the stars themselves?" she questioned, standing up from her seat. "can't we see them from here?"

"well-"

despite it being the first question, you knew she'll be asking the speaker nonstop from here on. you sweatdropped, bracing yourself for the next couple of moments filled with hina's overflowing questions.

you don't mind. she's happy, right? and knowing she's happy is enough for you.

"look at this!" she tapped you on the shoulder, pointing to the telescope. "look through here— it's suuuuper clear from here! it's so boppin!" she smiled, gesturing you to look through the telescope. you look through it, seeing a clear view of what looks to be a brown-ish looking celestial body.

"that's centauri b," she began, standing beside you as you observed the celestial body in front of you. "it's a potentially habitable exoplanet that's kinda close to earth, well not really since it's 4.3 light years away but it's still kiiinda close anyway..." she kept going and going as you looked through the telescope.

"i wanna know what it's like there," she looks up, putting a finger on her chin. you chuckle, looking away from the telescope to look at her. "maybe they'll find a way to bring us there one day," you reply as hina looks back at you.

"hm... i don't know if we'll be alive by then..." she mumbles. "but you'll still be with me by then, right?"

you chuckle. "i promise."

saving progress... saved!

do you wish to quit?

> yes > no

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notes: oh my gosh i'm sorry this took a month,,,, donmt worry ur request is 100% OK !!!! i understood it :,,,,) this was unbetad and written late at night Again looools i hope it's ok!! (idk anything abt planetarium) Sry if hina's ooc 😢😢😢

#bandori x reader #bang dream x reader #bandori #request #bang dream #hina hikawa x reader #hina hikawa #EVENT 2 — 2

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read this week (1-6Dec) instead of you know, revising for finals or anything

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk I am in loooove. Are you looking for BAMF stabby murderous Regulus? A Regulus so traumatised the only two emotions he knows how to process and display are anger and anger? This slut regrew his own leg akjdhlkjdah also the Black brothers interactions are ♥♥♥ and Evan and Barty are ♥♥♥ and James has an ISSUE okay. Anyways I adore it

love is not a predicate by mordax modern boarding school au, Sirius run away from home and Regulus is planning to leave too. also he plays piano and James can't sleep and that lowkey leads to them dating. Regulus and Remus friendship. kinda. Pandora is a queen

Gods Under Broken Skies by SlyRaven_394 Regulus left all his fucks in the cave. Now he's 15 again and he and Kreacher are up to living their own lifes in the most dramatic fashion they can.

Sober Thoughts by moonymoment, zeppazariel devoured it, Regulus accidentally drunkenly confesses his feelings to James which makes James realise oh he actually likes Regulus too, but *waves hands* relationship bullshit and insecurities happen so they have a little break up before they get together again properly

in the fires of our youth (oh, brother of mine) by quynhorlose James and Sirius are in a band, Remus is a librarian and Regulus works at a planetarium. It's different from the "oh no I'm dating my best friend's brohter" Wolfstar-Jegulus fics because Regulus is the first one to realise the connection (between Sirius and Rem, not sure if he knows about James), and decides to not say anything because Remus deserves to be happy. It's nice. Sweet.

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted :DDDDDDD 5D chess Regulus is getting together his own side of the war. Evan is pining Regulus is oblivious.

career goals: tyrant by justwhatialwayswanted :DDDDDDD chad Regulus is getting together his own side of the war. mutual pining with Evan :D

Let’s make the most of this by jelfulry transmasc single mama Sirius texts the wrong number and kinda falls in love with the mysterious Moony, he is also the last one to figure out that Moony is remus aka Marlene's girlfriend's friend froun the groupchat. Protective little brother Regulus.

La Sylphide by pjxckson ballet dancer Reglus finds love and finally gets the strenght to stand up to his parents. Minnie Mcg vs Walburga is a showdown you didn't know you wanted but trust me, you need it

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard modern au regulus and james are roped into working on a theatre club project together. remus regulus friendship, emotionally abusive Walburga

Love of my life by georgia_sk BARTYLUS! ♥♥♥♥♥ that's basically it but also much more. for a long time barty is waiting for Regulus to realise that he can even have a that relationship, and that he can keep it. They're just, mwah, this is what I'm talking about when I talk about bartylus endgame

Waters Run Deep by knight_bus_of_doom SO in a world where Severus snape was yeeted from October 31 1981 to his first year of hograwts, he ended up falling in love with Regulus and Regulus fell in love with him and then he went and DIED but DID HE??? It's 1996(? i think?). Remus and sirius are partners, remus and severus are platonically dating and severus and sirius are platonically married for harry reasons, and Regulus is pulled out of the cave still 19.

Unexpected Visitors by fuckboyregulus Jegulus with kids are accosted by grandma Wally and grandpa Orion the week before christmas. Regulus' sanity is hanging on the thread but the kids love the rare treat of Grandma Wally's attention and lavish gifts

in the grand deeds of great men (and the smallest of gestures) by blackkat I'm in love with this, Bill and Tonks are clearing the Locket cave and find a sleeping beauty in the water! ♥♥♥

Lethe by MADR1D1SMO UGH so good. Voldemort won but the blacks have people on the other side they'll do anything to protect. I loike Walburga. Is she a good person or a good parent? hell no but she's a great character

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium ♥♥♥♥ the fic that made me fall madly in love with Evan Rosier, seer Regulus

l'éphémère (the ephemeral) by anouri James hit ballet!Regulus with a motorbike, slowburn ensues

#regulus black #fic rec #im going to cry college was a bad decision for me

[shinakazami1]

• previous ask anon here! I saw the positive response on my last ask so might as well say some more (imagine getting happy from being praised on your own praise, can't be me/j)

• you may feel like Dear Stanley doesn't get many reads but I assure you, if the fic was a youtube video I would put it on loop (they are so silly and the metaphors and the way he cared so much about those little details?? same fr)

• Tomato getting more content. oh no. my heart. you better prepare to pay for the damages that will be inflicted on my soul.

• I decided to tour your ao3 works and read Bad Luck! …I checked all the tags, no worries. (Love, Falling and All Things did came up first but it's in a series so I put it for later)

• 27k. That one hour of reading was quite something. It's so wrong but it's so good?? keyboard smashes I won't dive into details here, but the words hold so much feelings. They are so,,,a (Fanfic writers my beloved good job you two) Question: how are their lives after that. are they happy like really truly happy. it's an au but i need to know if my blorbos are ok.

• I'm probably going to read the soulmate bodyswap series next, and I'm really excited since 1. omg tooth-rotting fluffy gay men, I need this and 2. planetariums, aquariums and animal facts are my absolute favourites stop hitting my soft spots (once again thank goodness for fanfic writers amen)

• sorry if this is too long and possibly confusing! I'm not the best at writing anything out...maybe retreating to ao3 comment sections now that I know anonymous/no account commenting exists (because of you, I finally found out about it after all these years, thanks). Have a nice 365 days!

Anon please my gosh I just opened tumblr and I saw I had a message and just to hear my reaction for your comment meant a lot means a lot to me ofahioasi we are rn in a very silly loop and just please know I told my close buds about you writing these asks and just it means so much to me, and to see you wrote such a long comment (I checked, wow, 307 words, dude I appreciate you sm if you would ever want to reveal yourself be my guest IOHFSOIFSAO I just, I truly appreciate you)

Now lemme just respond to each point under the cut but PLEASE THIS IS NOT CONFUSING NOR TOO LONG THIS IS JUST SO PRECIOUS

Dude I am so glad you liked the metaphors!! I really wanted to make him project onto different things and just, Narrator feels like a man who would care so much about details that others wouldn't

If I ever get back to writing haha, but the prequel is gonna be a cute slowburn of how they got together (no angst tho haha noooo sir don't look how I mostly write angst hahahaah h a ) ; while sequel is their trip to the mountains which would have similar tone to the original!! But gosh thank you you really make me want to write it hehe

Bad Luck is one of my collabs with a user who left TSP community so now I am left as the only creator listen but they were the ones who came up with the idea for that and Good Luck Charm, which is the fic this one kinda comes from !! We were a bit scared if people would think we agree with Stanley's actions (esp since I was the one who wrote them fihfsoiafsih) but I am glad you like it! And well - we actually discussed it and haha no they are not good they are far from good in that au, what we intended to do was (SPOILER: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW IF I EVER WRITE IT) that Stanley would confess to Narrator that he drugged him and Narrator would be very mad but since he got bitten and it was found out that he was omega, he would lose his job since the world is omegaphobic and Stanley would only later learn just of how much he fucked up. But since the damage is done and Leo would not want him to have easy way out, they kinda stay together and Stanley develops and anxiety disorder. They kinda make it all work and let themselves explore the feelings but Leo never forgives and good for him, good for that man

Gosh to hear you want to keep on reading my work???? That just means so much to me??? I wrote this one with Surf and the amount of silliness that series has just still makes me giddy with how I pulled some of my fav moments in my TSP fanfics so I hope you will not only have a nice read but if you do write, you will share your opinion if you will want to!!

You reminded me I have to check ao3 iohfashiosafois I haven't really been logging in so I prob been slacking off with responses but please, wherever you choose to write, it will always mean so much to me. You already spending time writing the first thing meant for me a ton, esp since this semester has been hard and I've been in art block overall but please anon, know that your words truly make me feel not only good but just grateful to you. Know that your words mean more than you can imagine and they can affect people in a good way. Thank you <3 Have lovely 365 days! (or 365/2 days, if you are a Kingdom Hearts fan)

#ask #307 anon #anon ask #tsp #my writing #Anon pleasae know that this means so much to me #I kneel before you #I owe you me life / silly #i have a few tbh tsp live written fanfics i still have to upload #maybe i will work on that #but please just #my gosh #please know #that this means #to a small creator #a whole world #<3 thank you #The stanley parable #dear stanley #bad luck #tomato

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Invisible Assistance

Prompts: If ur taking requests do you think maybe you could write about the sanders sides as kids where Virgil subtly looks out for the others when they’re afraid of things (cuz he can tell as anxiety)? Like for example he plugs in nightlights in the hallway bc Logan is afraid of the dark. He leaves sticky notes with compliments out for Roman bc Roman’s afraid of rejection/falling short. He stitched together little stuffies for patton bc he’s hates being lonely. Those kinda things. Virgil would have to do it discreetly bc the other sides wouldn’t accept the help if it was from anxiety (even if they really really wanted the things that would help). And maybe the other sides find out after they accept Virgil bc he says something offhandedly about it? However you wanna write it tho!!! <3 - renjunstolemykidneys

Can I request a Sanders sides fic where one of the sides is touch averse? - anon

Oh is it kid fic time? it's kid fic time!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none! fluff land down below bois

Pairings: it is found family to the MAX

Word Count: 3836

When one of the others is afraid, a patch on the back of Virgil’s neck tingles.

It doesn’t hurt, which is good, because that would be really annoying, but it tingles.

Or, five times Virgil helps one of the other Sides when they're afraid, and one time they show him how much they appreciate it.

When one of the others is afraid, a patch on the back of Virgil’s neck tingles.

It doesn’t hurt, which is good, because that would be really annoying, but it tingles. He used to be scared of it. He ran to Janus the first time it happened because he didn’t know what he did wrong, he didn’t know why this thing was happening to him. Janus had calmed him down, walked him through his breathing exercises, and said that it was one of his powers.

“Powers? What powers?”

“I can grow extra arms and I can tell when people are lying,” Janus had said, “those are my powers. You can tell when people are afraid.”

And Virgil could. There was a small patch on the back of his neck that acted like a fear detector, where he could tell what was wrong. Over time, he had figured out how to tell who it was that was afraid.

Logan’s fear felt really fuzzy.

Not like the soft blankets that Patton likes from the hall closet, but the kinda weird static that the TV has sometimes when the video games won’t load properly. It’s fuzzy. It’s kind of hard to think. Sometimes, if it’s really bad, it gets kind of hard to see.

Logan doesn’t like being afraid and Virgil doesn’t blame him. Being afraid isn’t fun, that’s why he doesn’t like it.

Logan’s fear is fuzzy because Logan is Logic. Logan makes things clearer, easier to understand, because that’s his power. He’s really good at it. When Virgil gets afraid for himself, Logan is really good at explaining why it’s not so scary after all. Sometimes it doesn’t always work, but it works most of the time. But Virgil can’t do what Logan does for him because that’s not his power. He just knows when Logan is scared and fuzzy.

At first, Virgil thought it was something wrong with his glasses. After all, Logan needs them to see, doesn’t he? So if his glasses are fuzzy, he’ll be fuzzy. But Logan uses the glasses to see outside, not inside. So it isn’t the glasses. So he starts trying to figure out what Logan is scared of.

Then he notices that Logan’s light stays on all night while everybody else turns their light off.

He mumbles something about it to Logan the next day and Logan tells him that’s because he likes to read at night and so he needs the light. But Janus said his mouth felt weird after Logan said that so Logan’s lying.

Oh. Maybe Logan’s scared of the dark.

Virgil goes back to his room and opens his closet. He scrambles up on the step stool—putting his arms out for balance like Patton and Janus said—and reaches for the box of night lights. He pulls the cardboard down and rifles through it, looking for ones that Logan would like. He comes across a collection of night lights that Thomas saw at the space museum—what was it called? He pulls one closer and reads off the label.

“Planetarium,” he mumbles, “got it.”

It’s a set of nine night lights, one for each planet, and a big one to be the Sun. He scurries out into the hall and checks to make sure no one is around. There’s no one there. He tucks the box under his bed and scampers off. He needs to count how many outlets there are to see how many lights he’ll need.

There is one by the bathroom, two in the middle of the hall, one by Patton’s door, one by Roman’s door, one by Remus’s door, one by Janus’s room, one by Logan’s room, one by his room, and one at the top of the stairs.

One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten.

Perfect.

Virgil hurries back to the cardboard box and makes sure there are ten night lights. There are. Now all he needs to do is figure out where each one has to go.

The Sun is Logan’s room. Obviously. Mercury can go with Roman because those two love to play together. That would make Venus Remus because the twins are very close too.

Patton is the Earth because he takes care of all of them. Janus can be Jupiter because he likes being the tallest.

The bathroom can be Uranus.

The stairs can be Neptune because Logan likes that Neptune spins on its side, which is really cool. And the stairs are kind of sideways so it matched.

Virgil holds the last night light in his hands. Pluto. It’s small, a kind of purple-gray. It matches the sleeves of his pajamas. As he walks back to his room, he plugs the Pluto into the outlet next to his door.

Perfect.

He doesn’t feel Logan getting scared by the dark anymore and the Sun nightlight is really bright.

2.

Roman’s fear makes his neck feel hot. Almost like he’s embarrassed by something or he’s ashamed of something. He doesn’t like it, and he can imagine that Roman doesn’t like it very much either.

Roman is really loud. He really likes singing at the top of his lungs, even when there are like four other people in the room that are trying to do something. He really likes talking loudly too, even when they’re trying to do something. Sometimes Virgil thinks that Roman is too loud, but he’d never say that to him. That would be mean.

Roman gets hurt a lot. He says it’s because of his quests in the Imagination but Janus doesn’t believe him. Not about all of them. And that would be a weird place to get bruises. Virgil goes in there too sometimes, to play with Remus and Roman or to train with Roman. One of his other powers is fighting the things that come to hurt Thomas so he has to be ready. And he only gets bruises on his arms and legs from that.

Roman gets them everywhere. And Roman’s a good fighter! So it doesn’t make sense that he’s really hurt all the time.

Virgil does figure out that Roman gets hurt when Thomas feels bad about something. When Roman and Thomas have been working really hard on something and it doesn’t go well, Roman goes off into the Imagination and he looks hurt when he comes back. That’s when Virgil feels that he’s scared.

When they get a bit older and Virgil can start confidently naming it ‘rejection,’ he starts to notice that Roman slumps more when he’s hurt. Like it physically hurts to stand up straight. Which is really bad, because Roman loves to sing but you can’t sing properly if you don’t stand up straight. And if Roman can’t sing, he can’t make himself feel better.

Virgil also notices that Roman really doesn’t like it when he’s not sure what to do.

Virgil isn’t the best person to go to for this, because he’s always upset that things are going to happen and they’re going to happen and they don’t know how. But he notices that Logan, who always knows what’s good to pay attention to, doesn’t help either. Patton is the only one who seems to be able to help. And he helps by telling Roman that he’s doing a good job, that they will help, that it’s okay. Roman likes being told that it’s okay.

Virgil can get behind that.

But Roman isn’t always around when Virgil remembers to tell him that, so he decides to write it down.

On his desk, there is a pack of red post-it notes. Virgil stashes one in his pocket all the time with a pen. When he thinks of something that Roman should hear, he writes it down and sticks it on Roman’s door. He doesn’t go into Roman’s room, that’s mean. And rude. He knows better.

Things like ‘I like your singing.’ Or ‘The pancakes you made were really good.’ Or ‘You did a good job today.’ That kind of thing. Sometimes it’s just ‘I like you.’ Because Roman is good and Virgil likes him. A lot.

When he feels Roman start to get afraid, he goes and writes it down and sticks it on the door. Then he retreats to his room and waits, holding his breath, until he hears the creak of a door down the hall and the fear goes away. If he waits a few more minutes, normally he’ll hear Roman start to sing.

Then he lets himself smile.

3.

Patton’s fear feels really heavy. Like…really heavy. It kind of hurts to breathe sometimes if it catches Virgil off-guard. So he really doesn’t like Patton’s fear.

What makes it harder is that Patton is really good at hiding when he’s actually afraid. He screams really loudly when there’s a spider or when something surprises him—thank you, Remus—but when he’s afraid, it’s harder to tell.

But Virgil sometimes catches him sitting in the living room by himself, watching TV, and he’ll be afraid. Not of what’s on the TV, but of something else. So he’ll come downstairs and ask if Patton’s okay and Patton will say he’s fine, but then Virgil will curl up in a chair and that won’t be true. The fear will still be there. It’s only when someone else comes down that it goes away.

Virgil remembers very clearly the day that he spent an hour sitting downstairs with Patton and left to go to the bathroom. He had come back downstairs to see Janus next to Patton and Patton wasn’t afraid anymore. He’d gone back to his room and thought about it.

Virgil couldn’t help with this as he was, but the others could. Patton was afraid of…of being left alone?

Okay. Okay, Virgil could make things that would make Patton feel less alone.

He was never really good at making things, not like the twins were, but he was good at fixing things when they got ripped. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares he knows how to fix his blankets and pillows and pajamas. So he takes the scraps of fabric he has from all the ones he still had to fix and frowns.

Patton likes frogs. So he draws a frog on the blue sheet and cuts it out carefully. He folds the fabric over and cuts out another one. He stitches them wrong sides together, leaving a little bit at the bottom. He turns it inside out and fills it with stuffing from the pillow. Then he sews the bottom back up. It’s a little frog plushie, and it’s for Patton.

He leaves it outside Patton’s door to a squeal of delight.

When he feels Patton get lonely again, he makes another one. This time it’s from the galaxy pillow and he makes a cat. The cat’s eyes don’t come out right when he draws them but they kind of look like glasses. Logan’s glasses.

The next time, he makes a lion. The lion is fuzzy because the slipper that was falling apart worked really well for a mane. He gives it Roman’s favorite red sash because he accidentally cut the fabric in the wrong place and needed to keep the stuffing inside.

After the lion, he makes a snake. He gives it a little paper hat like the one Janus wears. He giggles when he sees the final thing, it kind of looks like it belongs in Phineas and Ferb. Agent J.

When Patton gets really afraid, he looks at the last bit of the green fabric he has and chews his lip. Can he…maybe he can make an octopus. Like Remus. It takes a long time and he accidentally pricks his fingers a couple of times, but he gets a sloppy-looking octopus. After a moment, he grabs the pen and draws a smile with lots of sharp teeth. Like Remus.

Patton doesn’t feel so lonely after that.

4.

Remus’s fear feels muffled. Not like it’s there but it’s not really, but it gets hard for Virgil to hear things. Not like Logan’s fear where everything is fuzzy, but like someone has their hands over his ears. He doesn’t like it. It makes his own head louder.

He notices that Roman is loud but Remus is louder. Remus is constantly making noise, not like Roman’s outbursts, but always. He’s tapping a table or stomping his foot or humming to himself. He’s never quiet and when he’s quiet it’s bad.

He remembers watching Roman and Remus come out of the Imagination once and Remus hadn’t made a noise. The twins had scurried off to Remus’s room and they hadn’t come out until breakfast the next morning. Virgil’s head had been really loud all night because everything else had been muffled.

Remus isn’t quiet. Remus doesn’t like the quiet. Remus hates the quiet. Remus is scared of the quiet.

Virgil doesn’t like the quiet either, but he can’t exactly make noise without worrying that he’s disturbing everyone else. But Remus doesn’t have that problem. Remus is loud and he likes that he’s disturbing everyone else.

But maybe Virgil can help.

There is another box on his desk full of fidget toys. Virgil doesn’t use them most of the time because they’re stuck in the back of the desk but he does like the fidget cube. Maybe Remus would like it too?

He figures out how to get another one and makes it green and black. He puts it outside Remus’s door.

Well, it’s not quiet anymore.

But Remus isn’t afraid, so that’s fine.

It’s all fine.

Virgil remembers too late that the reason he doesn’t use the fidget cube that often is because he can’t stand the sound of the clicking and the squeaking of the cube. But Remus isn’t afraid anymore and he has his headphones.

So it’s fine.

5.

Janus’s fear is cold.

It’s probably why Virgil took so long to work out that Janus was scared of anything. Janus didn’t like to admit that he was scared of things. Janus didn’t like to admit much of anything if he’s being real, but he really doesn’t like admitting when he’s scared. And Virgil is used to being cold so he probably didn’t notice it for a long time.

But Janus does get scared and when he does, the back of Virgil’s neck feels cold.

Janus is like a snake the same way Remus is like an octopus and Patton is like a frog. If Logan is right and he normally is, it’s like how Virgil is like a spider and Roman is like a lion and Logan is like a cat. Which means that there are certain things that Janus does that are like a snake.

Even if he has too many arms to be a snake. Like…way too many.

Janus has a forked tongue. Remus is jealous and Patton thinks it’s kind of weird. Janus has scales. Roman thinks they’re strange and Logan thinks they’re interesting. Janus hisses sometimes when he’s tired or upset. They all think it’s cute. Janus doesn’t like that either.

They’re watching a documentary for a science class and snakes come up. Logan leans forward with his notebook, Patton grabs his juice box, and Remus starts thinking of ideas to do with Roman later. Janus watches the documentary. Virgil watches Janus.

“Snakes, unlike humans and most other mammals, are cold-blooded. This means they have an inability to regulate their own body temperature. They must bathe in the sun to stay warm.”

What?

“But basking out here in the open is risky. Predators, like this hawk, can see snakes in the grass, thanks to their incredible eyesight. The snake has to choose. Being safe and cold, or risk getting warm and being lunch.”

What?

The others are focused on the footage on screen or by their own conversations, so Virgil can stare at Janus. Is that…is that why Janus doesn’t like coming to spend time with them? Is that why he doesn’t like coming out of his room? They’re not going to eat him, he’s part of Thomas! They need him like they need each other.

But if Janus is part snake…then it would make sense why he’s nervous about being in the open.

Only later, when Virgil is startled awake by how cold he feels, does he realize that he might’ve been wrong.

Janus isn’t afraid of being around the others, he is afraid of what happens when he isn’t around the others. Because Virgil never feels Janus afraid when he’s with them. He only ever feels it when Janus is alone.

When Janus isn’t in the warmth with them. When he’s safer, maybe, but when he’s cold.

Janus is afraid of the cold.

Well. That’s the easiest one to fix.

Virgil gathers up all the blankets he has and goes to Janus’s door. He dumps the pile on the floor and scampers back to his room, knowing that Janus would’ve heard something hit the ground. He waits, waits, waits, and then—

It’s gone.

The cold on the back of his neck is gone.

Virgil smiles and burrows down under the one sheet on his bed. He pulls his arms tight around his pillow and buries himself under the thin sheet. He curls up as tight as he can and feels that the back of his neck is no longer cold from Janus’s fear.

Janus is warm. That’s all that matters.

Janus doesn’t feel cold again. Janus feels warm. Janus feels warm. Janus feels warm.

Logan has light.

Roman has love.

Patton has friends.

Remus has noise.

Janus has warmth.

They’re okay.

They’re okay.

They’re…okay.

Virgil falls asleep in the cold room.

+1

Virgil doesn’t like touch.

It…it’s not that he’s afraid of it, but it…

Okay. Here’s the thing. Virgil doesn’t like that the others can touch him.

Thomas can’t touch him. Thomas is safe, Virgil keeps him safe, but he doesn’t touch him. Thomas is safe and that is Virgil’s job because he is afraid and Thomas isn’t and it’s fine. There’s a line there. Thomas and Virgil hold the line between each other and it works.

Patton tries to pull him in for hugs and Patton doesn’t like being alone but his hugs make Virgil feel like he’s trapped.

Logan tries to touch him on the shoulder to get his attention and Logan likes being listened to but that hand feels like a live wire.

Roman tries to pull him close when they fight and Roman doesn’t like being rejected but sometimes Virgil doesn’t know whether he wants to fight the monster or Roman’s grip on him.

Remus tries to scare him by grabbing him and Remus likes noise but Virgil can’t stand being grabbed.

Janus tries to poke him because getting people out of their comfort zones is part of his job but Virgil worked hard for his comfort zone and he doesn’t want to get out of it.

Virgil doesn’t like being touched.

But that’s okay. He can…it’s not like the others normally want to touch him.

Virgil likes to sit by himself. There’s less to worry about when he sits by himself. He can sit and he can make his own noise and do his own thing and he can be fine. He can hold a pillow if he needs to and he won’t get overwhelmed. He can just…be.

He likes the idea of just being.

He doesn’t get to do it often.

So he’s surprised when he opens his door one morning and there’s a box sitting in front of his door.

He takes it back inside and opens it up. His mouth falls open.

There, on top, is the last post-it he stuck on Roman’s door. The one that just said ‘you’re important.’ He picks it up with shaky fingers and turns it over.

Virgil, these are for you. We know what you’ve been doing to help and we want to help you too. We know that you do not like being touched so we got you something that can help. You are important too.

Under the message that makes Virgil blink back tears for a second, he sees the names of the others scrawled in their colors. He puts the post-it note in the most important part of his desk and peers back into the box.

He lifts out a spaceship nightlight. It’s the one from the movie he and Logan had spotted on the way back from school. It’s very shiny and smooth to the touch.

There’s a notebook in the box that has the quote from Winnie the Pooh: ‘Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’ A purple pen is tucked into the binding.

A spider plushie! It’s soft, it’s fuzzy, it fits right into the palm of his hand. It looks like it’s been made out of the Halloween sweater they got given for Christmas. It was a weird year.

There’s a small tin of putty. It’s purple and black, sparkly, and it makes really cool sounds as Virgil stretches and squeezes it. If he traps an air bubble in it, it makes a satisfying pop sound.

Virgil’s eyes widen as he pulls out a weighted blanket. Oh, it’s warm. It’s so warm. It feels perfect. He can understand why Janus hisses when he’s tired now, he wants to do it himself and he’s not even a snake.

There’s one more thing in the box. It’s dark, soft, and for a moment he thinks it could be another blanket. But as he pulls it out, his mouth drops open.

It’s a hoodie. A simple, plain, black hoodie, that’s soft and looks warm and looks big enough to cover all of his upper body.

They…they know he doesn’t like being touched so…so they gave him a shield.

Oh.

Oh.

Virgil doesn’t take the hoodie off until he switches it for a purple one many years later.

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[hajimine]

Hi Lex! I’d like to request what Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwazumi would likely do and or gift you for your anniversary? :) and maybe even what you’d get him!

➵ WHAT THE HAIKYUU BOYS DO FOR YOU ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY

a/n: oooh this is so cute! i’m leaving out the part for what you’d get him bc it’s getting too long hehe <3 also please let me know if you prefer this hc format or my usual ones!! request rules

type/genre: headcanons; fluff fluff fluff!! kinda cheesy but it is what it is

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED <33

✿ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

first thing in the morning, bokuto will knock on the bedroom door and enter with a huge bouquet in his arms, practically covering his broad torso.

his way of waking you up consists of peppering your whole face with little kisses and sealing it with a final kiss on the lips.

he would happily tell you all about the picnic he planned out for the two of you.

like the gentleman that he is, he’ll carry the giant wicker basket filled with cute mini sandwiches, pre-peeled oranges and a jug of sweet peach tea in his arms.

he sets out a large blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, and bo wanders around while you take the pre-prepared food out.

after half an hour, he’ll come out from the bushes with a handful of white daisies in hand, eyes sparkling with glee.

“why’d you keep giving me flowers today, bo?” you ask, grateful but confused.

he plucks one of the daisy stems from his grasp and tucks it behind your ear, smiling brightly as he admires your face.

“it’s because you’re beautiful,” he beams, “and the flowers are beautiful! it matches perfectly.”

even after all this time, you’re still caught off guard by the genuineness in his voice.

whenever he says these things, he’s not just being nice—he’s being honest, which is what makes it so much more special.

✿ AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi wakes up extra early in the morning to cook you breakfast.

he’ll take time to make homemade pancakes for you—from scratch!

he would gently knock on your door and carry the plate filled with pancakes to the bedroom so that the sweet scent of vanilla is the first thing you wake up to in the morning.

both of you might eat breakfast in bed together while watching the latest episode of your favorite TV show.

after you’re done enjoying the fresh pancakes, he draws you a relaxing bath and tells you to get ready for the plans he arranged for today.

the two of you decide to have a quick lunch in your favorite restaurant—the place where you had your first date with akaashi

after you’re done eating, he kisses the back of your hand and guides you to the planetarium, where he had booked out the whole venue for the evening

and when you gape at him in disbelief, he would only smile and press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“i don’t deserve any of this,” you sniff.

“you deserve the world, angel.” akaashi says, eyes full of tenderness, “i want you to know that, and i’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

he takes your hands and gently places them on his shoulder, smiling softly when you clasp your fingers together on the back of his neck.

the two of you sway along the planetarium’s background music, foreheads touching, like there’s no one else more important than each other.

“i love you,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering as akaashi plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i love you too,” he says, voice firm and unwavering.

✿ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you wake up to iwaizumi waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a cup of hot coffee.

he doesn’t even need to ask how you want your coffee made, he practically knew it by heart after years of being together.

he sets the mug on the table and presses a small kiss on the crown of your head before walking over to the couch, nervously reaching over for a big scrapbook filled with pictures of the two of you over the years, accompanied with little notes beside each one.

as you admire the amount of care he puts into making this album of your relationship, he hands you a cream envelope and motions for you to open it.

inside, there were two tickets, yellow in color, for a ride on the ferris wheel during the sunset.

he cooks you some homemade curry and rice, and urges you to eat it quickly so you can catch the train in time for sunset.

he held your hand tight the whole way there, and still refused to let go when you’re on the ferris wheel.

it was only when your carriage stops at the very top for a few short seconds that iwaizumi lets go of your hands to cup your face instead, kissing you softly, gently.

“i know i’m not always the best in expressing my love in sentences, but i hope you can truly feel how much i love you.” he sighs, offering you a half smile.

“oh, hajime,” tears are forming in your eyes, “you make me feel like i’m the most loved person in this world.”

his thumb grazes your cheekbone as he looks you in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“well, you’re the most loved person in my world,” he mutters bashfully, “and you deserve it all. really.”

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[elysianslove]

Hi! congrats on 1k!🎉🎊 could you maybe write oikawa for the event please? 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you so much💕 have a lovely day/night✨

oh my god yes i absolutely can. prepare yourselves bc this will be long 😃  i added a cut this time so i don’t annoy y’all vsjhdsj

spoilers for some timeskip stuff, like briefly! 

also thank you so much mwah <3

1k Event ━ Oikawa Tōru

oikawa’s general personality; easily the most complex character on the show change my mind. that whole i’m better than everyone, you’re beneath me, i’m superior attitude? all a front. a huge front. i’m not saying this because i’m insulting him, i’m saying this because i love him so much and he deserves so much better. oikawa’s insecure, deep down. he has this sense of inferiority, that he will never amount to anything better than where he is now, but he never lets it show. and that’s essentially what gets him through the day; it’s what gets him through anything really. but do not misunderstand this as me calling him weak, personality wise especially. because i think he’s got a really strong personality, just not a strong sense of self, you feel me? it’s cute when people write him as a whiny, crybaby, but it’s only funny to an extent, because oikawa is scary. the lengths he would go to? the raw determination he has? it’s frightening, really. he’s very driven, maybe wrongly so in that his motivation’s inaccurate, but he stops at nothing to achieve what he will, and that should scare people. also! many characterize oikawa as a people person, and i agree, but in a different sense. yes, he’s liked by many, but he’s also hated by many. and that makes me think that, essentially, oikawa doesn’t really care what others think of him. he’s just. there. his own thoughts are too loud for his own good as it is. he’s good with people in that he’s this charming, flirty guy, eases up any tension in the room with a good natured joke, has the prettiest, brightest of smiles, but it really doesn’t matter to him. he couldn’t care less about all that. he’s a people person in that he’s aware of his own presence, and he’s unbelievably aware of everyone else’s presence around him too. i also like to headcanon that oikawa has the certain personality that he does — that flirty, kinda annoyingly overwhelming personality — because of certain events in his childhood. this isn’t canon, of course, but i like the angst of thinking that oikawa was pretty lonely as a child, before meeting iwaizumi. that he lacked confidence, that other boys didn’t want to play with him because he was so dainty, so pretty, he kind of looks like a girl ew! and he was constantly left out. and now his defense mechanism is to shut everyone out, leave everyone unaware of the cloud looming above his head, stay quiet about his troubles, and put up this front that he believes he’s above everyone else even though he really isn’t that self conceited. which is also why i believe iwaizumi and oikawa are as attached to the hip as they are, because iwaizumi has always been oikawa’s, sort of, anchor. all that aside, i genuinely believe that oikawa is the most compassionate and empathetic person you will ever meet. he is so insanely understanding, and is the perfect shoulder to cry on, the perfect person to turn to because he always knows what to say, even if it’s the stupidest shit ever. he’s incredibly reliant, whether as a boyfriend or as a friend, and he’s truly one of a kind.

motivation; now onto this. oikawa’s main motivation would be to be better. that’s it. it’s constantly playing on a loop in his head. even when he perfects something, he’s chastising himself on how it could be better, how he’s not nearly trying hard enough. i see him as someone that’s never really properly satisfied with what he achieves. yes, he’s proud of himself, but there’s always another step on the ladder he’s climbing. he’s always had people be better than him at everything, and it always comes so easy to them, as opposed to his unbelievable hard work. i do think he grows out of it, eventually, though! when he’s older, playing for argentina, he realizes everything that’s happened was meant to happen, and that he’s where he’s meant to be. towards you, however, would be how he feels at ease with you. when you have a crush on someone, it’s always so nerve wracking and there’s a whole butterfly nest in your stomach and the world is always spinning and it always feels too hot. but with you, it’s the opposite. and more importantly, you make him feel competent. like he’s enough, and who he is, with all his flaws and all his insecurities and all his strengths, is who you want and who you desire, and nobody else. just him. 

oikawa’s love language; words of affirmation and physical touch. i definitely think he’s the type of person to constantly need to hear the words i love you, or you’re perfect for me, or i’m so lucky. don’t overdo it, sure, he agrees with that, but he does want you to always say it to him. a part of the whole insecurity thing, or just because he likes the way it sounds on your tongue, aimed at him. it makes him feel so fuzzy inside. he’s also really touchy with you, as your boyfriend. always has a hand on you somehow, but it’s not overwhelming or clingy in any way. he just likes touching you, and his favorite is hand holding. or maybe it’s your favorite. have you seen his hands. setter hands. heart eyes. he also adores hugs, long, long embraces. loves the way you fit so snug against him. you make him feel so warm and perfect and loved he can never have enough. 

oikawa’s preferred dates; planetarium visits, ice skating dates, strolls on the beach (esp at sunset), movie nights in, baking together 

kissing oikawa; so sweet. it feels like the first bite into a perfectly baked cupcake, where you just hum delightfully and sigh and smile because it’s so sweet, and so warm, and you’re a little dazed and you want more, more, more. 

what being with oikawa feels like; riding on a ferris wheel during nighttime and feeling a sense of nostalgia and bittersweet love as you look at the city skyline

1k Event, open for only a few more days!

end note; one of my favorite characters ever i love him so much it hurts. also. also please. i give you this: oikawa in a skirt. thank you, this is where i exit. 

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[babygirl-diaz]

The Way I Loved You

(I felt like writing something based on that ridiculously cheesy song by Taylor Swift. It's a silly fic but I had fun writing it. Also, this fic is more SamSteve than SamBucky. Sorry.)

Present Day

"Man, did you just-- did you just open the door for me?" Sam looked between Steve and the open car door and tried to keep himself from laughing. He let out a chuckle when he noticed Steve awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry-- I just-- I-- Sorry." Steve's cheeks turn red, making Sam laugh even harder.

Taking pity on the other man, he thumped him on the back. "It's okay, buddy. I was just messing with you. I think it's sweet, you being chivalrous and all." He leaned in to kiss Steve on the cheek.

Over Steve's shoulder, Sam noticed the figure standing in the apartment window. The smile fell from Sam's lips when he noticed Bucky glaring at them while tightly clutching onto the curtains with his metal hand.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked.

Sam tore his gaze away from Bucky and looked at Steve.

“Yeah, everything is great. Can we go?” Sam quickly got into the car and let Steve close the door for him.

He threw another glance towards the apartment and noticed that Bucky was still standing there, watching them.

Sam cleared his throat when Steve got into the driver’s side and asked, “So where are we going?”

“There’s a new planetarium and observatory just outside the city. Figured we could go there and watch the stars.”

“You are such a nerd,” Sam teased. “You do realize there is a planetarium at the Compound, right?”

“Yeah, but there are other Avengers there and I’d rather spend some alone time just with you. I forgot to say earlier, but you look great tonight.”

That made Sam’s heart flutter. “Thanks. So do you” Sam had put no effort into his outfit. It was just his usual pair of jeans, paired with a t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Meanwhile, Steve was wearing a tight black shirt with a pair of jeans.

Suddenly Sam’s phone buzzed, and he threw a quick apology at Steve before taking out his phone. Bucky’s name flashed across the screen, ruining Sam’s good mood. He ignored the call and stuffed his phone back into his jacket pocket.

“Who was that?” Steve casually inquired.

“Robocall,” Sam easily lied.

Silence fell between them as Steve continued to drive. Sam’s phone buzzed once again, and he again took it out to see Bucky’s name on his screen. Sam canceled it and put his phone on silent.

“Robocall again?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Sam answered distractedly, as he wondered why Bucky would call him. They live together but they haven’t talked for a month.

Almost as if reading his mind, Steve asked, “Is Bucky okay?”

“What?”

“Bucky,” Steve repeated himself. “Is he okay? He just-- he barely talks to me these days.”

“Yeah, he’s good.” Truth be told, Sam wasn’t sure if Bucky was okay or not. “He’s just busy I guess.”

“And how has it been living with him? Are you two getting along?”

“Yeah… we get along as well as two roommates can.” Sam shrugged. Except for the part where they were once sleeping with each other.

“Steve-”

“Sam-”

They said at the same time and chuckled.

“Sorry.” Steve apologized. “Go ahead.”

“What is this?” Sam asked

“What do you mean?”

“This-- tonight I mean-- Is this a date?” Sam’s life was so complicated right now that he needed some sort of clarity.

“I thought that was obvious.” There was a slight disappointment in Steve’s voice.

“Sorry-- I just-- I need to be honest with you,” said Sam. “My life is a mess right now. I was just in a--- I don’t want to call it a relationship, but I had a thing with someone and it ended pretty badly.”

“Oh,” Steve mumbled. “Do you still have feelings for them?”

“No,” Sam replies after a beat.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked. “Because if you do and it’s worth giving it another chance then I think you should go for it.”

Sam hated how Steve always knew how to say the right thing.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Sam replied. “It’s not worth giving it another chance… He has made that very clear.”

Another wave of silence fell between them before Steve asked, “Do I know him?”

“No, no, you don’t,” Sam lied. Again.

***

One Month Ago

Sam’s tongue found its way inside Bucky’s mouth, and he explored it with fervor. He tried to get the upper hand, but Bucky, being the competitive asshole that he was, practically picked Sam off the ground and flipped them around, and slammed him against the wall. Sam moaned into his mouth, and Bucky swallowed up the sound. Sam pushed at him, and Bucky groaned but moved away. Sam directly looked him in the eyes as he took off his t-shirt and threw it aside. His jeans and boxers followed, while Bucky hungrily looked at him.

“Like what you see?” Sam asked

“Hell yeah.” Bucky moved forward and took Sam into his arms again.

Sam helped Bucky out of his own clothes and pushed him onto the bed. He climbed on top of his roommate and kissed him once again.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Bucky whispered in his ear and bit down on his earlobe which caused Sam to let out a loud moan.

***

Bucky got out of the bed and started putting his clothes on when Sam said, “You know you can stay, right? You can sleep in here.”

“I kinda need to sleep in my bed,” Bucky replied, without looking at Sam.

He did this every night. Only stayed long enough to fuck Sam before heading back to his own room.

“Bucky.” Sam reached out and grabbed Bucky’s flesh wrist. “We need to talk.”

“Can it wait?” Bucky asked, still refusing to look at Sam. “I just wanna sleep right now.”

Sam sat up on the bed and tugged Bucky’s wrist to force him to sit down as well. “No, we need to talk about this right now. You always do this. You walk away before we can talk about us.”

“Sam---” Bucky said desperately

“Bucky, please.”

“Okay, fine,” Bucky threw his hands up in frustration. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“About this. About us… I need more from this relationship, Bucky.”

“What relationship, Sam? We don’t have a relationship.”

Sam felt his heart break a little. “Exactly. We don’t. But I want one. I want you to be my boyfriend.” There, he said it.

Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking lost and confused. “Sam...don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t ask me for something I can’t give you.”

Sam knew this was coming, but it still hurt like hell after hearing Bucky say it. “Why not?”

“Because…” Bucky trailed off. “I don’t want a relationship.” He got up from the bed and looked down at Sam. “I like what we have going on.”

Sam got out of the bed and as he threw on his tee and boxers he said, “Well, I don’t! I don’t just do hookups. I need something real.”

“This is real,” Bucky argued.

“No, it’s not!” Sam threw back. “We’re just fuck buddies!”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“It’s wrong because I LIKE YOU!” The words left Sam’s mouth before he could stop himself.

Bucky looked at him in shock. “What?”

“I like you, Buck. As more than a friend,” Sam shrugged.

Bucky went eerily quiet. A few moments passed, and Sam’s heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach. “I like you too, Sam… but not like that.”

Bucky stepped closer to Sam and tried to touch him, but Sam stepped back, his heart breaking into a million pieces. “Get out.” Sam told him.

“Sam…”

“I said get out!”

Bucky didn’t say another word and left the room.

“Fuck you, Barnes,” Sam said after him.

***

Present Day

“Sam, hey,”

Sam felt a hand on his arm and almost jumped. “Shit!”

“Crap, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve looked worried when Sam turned to look at him. “Are you okay? You’ve been lost in your own world.”

Sam immediately felt bad for being such bad company. “I am so sorry, Steve. I am the worst date ever.”

“Not the worst. I’ve had worse.” Steve tried to make him feel better. “At least you didn’t throw up on me after having one too many.”

That made Sam chuckle. He remembered that story.

Steve kept his eyes on the road as he said, “Is this about that guy? Are you sure you still don’t have feelings for him?” They came to a stop in a parking lot and Steve turned to look at Sam. “I can't do this if you have feelings for someone else.”

“I don’t,” Sam replies with an edge in his voice. “But I don’t want to lead you on either.”

A sad, kicked puppy look fell on Steve’s face, and Sam tried to ignore it.

“I like you, Steve. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You will never lose me.” Steve reached out to touch his cheek. “I’ll always be your friend. Whether or not we date.”

“So where do we go from here?” Sam asked

“How about we watch the stars and then get some dinner and just have an amazing night? Then we can go from there.”

Sam felt some pressure lifted off his shoulders. “I like that plan. A lot.”

They got out of the car, and Sam pulled out his phone to find 11 missed calls and 20 messages from Bucky. He ignored them and stuffed his phone away in his back pocket and took Steve’s hand.

#SamSteve #SamBucky #TFATWS #Captain America #Fanfiction #Long Post

[gamebunny-advance]

Some Extras

1) Extra Page. This page was originally going to be the last one, but I thought that Club Planetarium exploding was a strong enough ending (Or it would have been if it didn’t turn out so terribly). I kinda forgot that this page existed to show where Neon J was, so I kinda regret not including this one, but oh well. There were a couple pages after this one too, but by that point this was getting really bloated. I might come back and rescue a couple of jokes from those lost pages for a future thing.

2) Just alternate pose from when the original comic didn’t use the chibis.

3) Alternate set-up. I had a real hard time thinking of a reason that DJSS would confront 1010. One idea was to have them come to him, but the set-up was too long for an otherwise short joke, but I still really like this pose. I might reuse it for something else.

4-7) Parts of the original draft. Originally, only Green was targeted and his pin was pulled out rather than getting caught on DJSS’s finger. Honestly, I like a lot of these panels better than what I ended with, but since I changed the set-up and the style, I couldn’t use these anymore.

8-10) Talking about their robot sons. Just a bonus I did in between working on the main comic. I guess I just have a thing for sad robots.

Personal reflection: I really don’t like writing 1010 as “children” because I think it undermines the inherent horror of what they are and represent, but I honestly couldn’t think of any shorthand way that they could make the DJ angry other than something juvenile which is how we got to the final draft. Besides some art things, that’s probably my biggest regret of the comic, but I’m glad I did it. I usually don’t get so much done, so despite the weaknesses of it, I feel pretty good for finishing it.

#gbunny draws #no straight roads #nsr #1010 #neon j #djss #dj subatomic supernova #r.o.b.

[write-orflight]

Like Real People Do Chapter 7

*Gif not mine*

Masterlist

Rating: M

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Kinda NSFW not smut tho

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N: Kinda short chapter but we only have 2 Chapters and an Epilogue left. Thanks for reading. Message to be on taglist, much love Cia

Chapter 7: I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask you, neither should you 

“You’ve gotta hold it like a pencil.” You laugh, trying to explain chopsticks to Spencer as you sit at your kitchen table eating the Thai food you mentioned beforehand. Spencer just seemed to grip the chopstick tighter, you laugh.“Spencer, you write all the time. Is that how you hold a pencil? Here.” You say, placing your hand over his, maneuvering his hand to hold the chopsticks properly. He looks up at you and smiles before leaning in to kiss you again. You don’t think you could ever grow tired of that. “What was that for?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “It’s just nice to kiss you whenever I think about it now.” You watch him struggle again before taking pity on him and handing him a fork. He looks at you with gratitude. 

“When?” You ask. “Did you think about it,  I mean.”

He blows a breath, thinking. “Every time? Or the first time?” 

Knowing Spencer probably could name every single time he’s thought about kissing you, you laugh. “Let’s start with the first time.” 

“The first case we worked together. The bus driver.” He says. “You looked so excited when you figured it out, you were practically flailing your arms. I wanted to kiss you so bad, but of course I had just met you days prior, so it wouldn’t have been appropriate.” He laughs. “What about you?”

“The first time I wanted to kiss you?” You ask, he nods. “Probably the Milwaukee case last winter. When you talked down that gunman with no weapon, no vest. I also wanted to punch the lights out of you.” You both laugh. “But you really had me worried and guess when I saw you were safe it was all I could think about doing.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“Well, why didn’t you?” You shoot back. 

“I told you, I didn’t know you then.” 

“Well, I also didn’t know you well back then.” You sigh. “Plus, I always thought you were extremely out of my league, you still are.” 

Spencer snorts, you slap his arm. “I’m being serious, you were extremely smart and attractive and I’m not so I never thought anything would come of this.” You shrug. Spencer grips your hand tightly. 

“Hey, look at me.” He says, you meet his eyes and you’re suddenly hit with a look that could only be described as complete admiration. “You are the single most beautiful, talented and intelligent girl I know. If anyone’s out of anyone’s league, it’s the other way around, trust me.” 

You hum, thinking. “Yea, I don’t think so.” 

“I’ll have to prove it to you then.” He says, smiling, looking at you like you personally put every star in the sky.   

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

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Spencer spends everyday for the next 4 months proving you wrong. 

Your second “official” date was at the planetarium after you told Spencer offhandedly one day that you didn’t know much about stars other than your astrological sign. He then surprises you early one Saturday morning rushing you to get dressed so you don’t have to deal with the crowds. You end up in an empty theater as he whispers his own facts to you about the constellations completely ignoring the tour guide. 

He takes you on several dates like that. To museums, art galleries, the two of you even watch that 5 hour movie he loves so much though you end up falling asleep hour 2, you couldn’t help it. 

You decide to keep it secret from the team for the first couple of months, just to see it was something you both still wanted. Since the two of you spent so much time together before you were dating, it was like nothing’s changed. Garcia still ends up finding out around month three, during your monthly Doctor Who rewatches. You had sent Spencer to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine when he calls out to you. 

“Babe, where’s your corkscrew?” 

Without thinking, you automatically answer back “In the drawer below the coffee maker.” You go to start the next episode when you look up to see Garcia staring at you like you grew a second skull. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, genuinely confused. 

“Babe???” She says, incredulously. Spencer is out of the kitchen, watching the two of you in the doorway. “Babe?!?” She asked again, Spencer realized his mistake, looking at you awkwardly, a clear I fucked up, you have to fix it face. You sigh, putting your forehead in your hand. Despite him technically being a genius, you were dating an idiot. 

“Garcia—“ you start.  

“How long?” She says, stumbling slightly. 

“How long what?” You ask, hoping playing dumb will get you out of it. It doesn’t as she just levels you with a stern look. Or as stern as Penelope Garcia can get. “3  months.” You sigh. 

“3 Months?!” Suddenly Garcia is pulling you into a hug, waving her arm frantically behind your back for Spencer to join you, which of course he does. “Oh my sweet sweet summer children, Why didn’t you tell me?!”She pulls from you, hitting you both in the arm instantly. 

You rub your arm. “We just wanted to keep it under wraps for a while, to see if it was something we both wanted.” 

“And is it?” She asks. 

You look at Spencer only to see him looking directly back into your eyes, smiling. “Yea it is.” You say. “Garcia, I know you don’t like keeping secrets but can you not tell anyone. We wanted to wait to tell everyone.” 

Garcia blows a breath. “For you, my dove, I will try. Now I was promised wine and Doctor Who and I still haven't gotten either.” 

With that you fill her glass and the three of you spend the night watching Doctor Who and eating pizza. At some point of the night, Spencer’s arm ends up around you. You scout closer to him so you can lay your head on his chest. Suddenly, you see a camera flash. 

“Garcia!” You yell. 

“Relax, I won’t show anyone. This’ll be for me, you guys are just so cute!”   

You roll your eyes, laying back on Spencer. You can’t help but smile at the feel of his light chuckle. 

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Sex doesn’t come up despite your best wishes. You can tell Spencer’s holding back, trying to respect you and you appreciated that, you really do. 

But God, you want him. 

There’s been times where you think you’re going to get there. Like last month, he had come over to watch a movie which ended up just being an excuse to just make out. You didn’t think you could ever get tired of kissing Spencer. Most of the time, his kisses were sweet, filled with admiration. But sometimes they were heated with passion and want behind them. You liked both, loved both even, but if you had to pick a favorite it’d be the lather. You’ve never felt as desired as you do when you’re with Spencer. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, you opened your mouth giving him permission. You’re rewarded with a small moan as he tries to move as close to you as your small couch will allow. You’re suddenly hit with a bright idea and push him back so you could crawl on top of him, straddling his waist. You pull back slightly to look at him, making sure this was ok. He looks at you shocked for a moment, you guys have never done anything this far. That shock breaks though the second you lean back into him, his hands going instantly to your waist. You move in closer, running your hands through his hair as his tongue rejoins your mouth. You moan, tugging slightly at the roots earning you a groan, his hands sliding under your shirt gripping your waist tighter. As lean forward to kiss along his jaw you can’t help but become hyper aware of a certain predicament he was having. Deciding to test the waters, you start grinding your hips on him slightly. 

“Fuck.” he moans quietly, his grip on your bare waist suddenly becoming tighter. Spencer hardly ever cursed, not even when he was mad. Very much unlike you who cursed like a sailor at any minor inconvenience. So hearing the expletive, especially in a situation like this, was enough to turn you into a faucet. The two of you went on like this a bit, your hands on his jaw, not even being shy about your grinding now. You needed him to know just how bad you wanted this, how bad you wanted him. Eventually, his hands slide out your shirt settling on your lower waist to stop you. You pull back to look at him confused. 

“We’ve got to stop.” He says, sitting you up a little bit so you weren’t completely seated completely on top of him. 

“Why?” You all but whine. You didn’t mean to sound like a child but you were genuinely curious. He chuckles lightly at you before kissing your cheek and moving you so you were seated next to him, still cuddled under his arm. His attention turned fully back towards the movie, neither of you had been paying attention to prior. 

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And if working with him was hard before, it’s proven itself to be unbearable these past months. Now that you knew what it was like to be with Spencer, thoughts about it seemed to cloud your brain on a daily basis. And it seemed like he was mocking you with it lately. With the rolled up sleeves of his button up and the skinny ties it seemed like he was intentionally trying to break you. 

Right now, you were in a small town off the coast of Oregan, listening to Reid explain the geographical profile he’d come up with for the Unsub. You try to listen, you really do but your focus keeps going to his forearms and hands. You knew you like his hands before but now that you knew what they felt like it was hard to focus on anything else. That combined with the rapid words coming out of his mouth and the hair he’d recently been growing out (something you didn’t know you were into but could definitely now confirm you were) were sending you spiraling. 

“Y/N.” You suddenly heard Hotch call. You looked around to see everyone looking at you, expecting an answer to a question you did not hear. 

You clear your throat awkwardly. “What was your question again?” 

“I asked why you think the Unsub is a flight risk.” JJ says. “Are you ok? You seem off.” 

Everyone’s eyes is on you again, this time Spencer included. He’s narrowing his eyes at you now. You can tell he’s reading you like a book, trying to hide the smirk on his face. He knows. You think to yourself. 

“I’m fine.” You clear your throat. “Based one the geographical profile, I think the Unsub is from this town and is very familiar with the water. Possibly from a fishing family, which is why I think he has a boat and will try to make a run for it tonight. Especially since the news announced we’re here.” You point out. “I actually don’t believe we have much time.” 

“Alright, Reid, Prentiss and Rossi check his house. Y/L/N, Morgan and I will head down to the Marina. Dismissed.” 

You go to grab everything you need before leaving (vest, gun, etc.) when Spencer approaches you. 

“And you thought I wouldn’t be able to focus on work when we got together?” He says, smirking. 

“Shut up.” You mumble. Before you can turn away from him, he grabs your wrist pulling you into a tight, passionate kiss. 

“Please be careful.” He says looking into your eye. 

“I always am, Spen.” You smile. 

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You, Hotch and Morgan Are silent driving to the Marina but that wasn’t unusual that was how it usually is with you three, especially with stakes like this. Hotch assigns the both of you quadrants to search and you split apart. You’re walking your quadrant when you hear a snapping sound. You turn and see the unsub untying a boat. 

“FBI! Don’t move.” You scream after him. He sees you turns to his boat that’s started to drift further and further away in the high tide before he starts booking it down the dock. You run after to him. 

“Unsub is on the southeastern dock! Requesting Backup.” You scream in your radio before focusing your full attention on running full speed after the man you’d been searching for for days. He’s looking behind himself every so often to see you gaining on him but you’re still not fast enough to get him before you jumps off the end of the dock, swimming fast towards his boat. 

“Shit!” You yell. You hear hotch and Morgan’s steps running behind you before you make the split decision. 

You throw off your vest, radio and gun on the dock next to you before careening off the dock into the icy cold oregonian waters.          

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[rudolphsboyfriend]

1, 2, 3, 9, 17 and 30 for the ask game

Hi bestie! Thanks for the ask!

1: 3 things you wish for

I wish i could spend more time w my friends cuz I haven't met em in Months and i miss them so much

Wish i knew how to play the piano like. Professionally. Like master the piano it's a Beautiful instrument

I wish I could have an all expenses paid trip around the world to just. Marvel at and learn about the world i live in.

2: 3 movies you have rewatched many times

Oh easy, Howl's Moving Castle (i watched that movie multiple times a day for like two weeks at one point. I still watch it now and then)

Encanto, I've watched it like four times since my first time watching last week. And plan on watching it again tmrw maybe.

And oh. Uhhhh Frozen :") I went thru a phase where i was OBSESSED w that movie. I say phase but it last like two years :") I haven't watched any movie as many times as i watched that one. (I was like 11 ok cut me some slack) I don't rewatch movies alot unless I'm absolutely in love w them so other than these I've rewatched very few movies.

3: 3 songs that mean smn to u

I already answered this In Detail in this post but basically

Young And Beautiful by LDR cuz it's the song i sent my ex-crush (now current best friend) when she told me she liked me back after i told her I liked her

Leaving On A Jet Plane by John Denver bcuz it's the song my dad sang me everytime he travelled for work (which was a lot)

Long Live by Taylor Swift cuz it reminds me of my classmates in the last two years of school, who were definitely the best classmates and made school bearable

9: 3 things to do on a rainy day

Stand on my balcony and feel the wind and rain on my face, make a cup of cocoa and read a book, take a nap w the sounds of rain in the bg <3

17: 3 tv couples you adore the most

I don't actually watch a lot of tv shows unless animes count? So these r just anime

Tohru Honda and Kyo Soma from Fruits Basket

Tadano Hitohito and Komi Shouko from Komi-san Can't Communicate

Ash Lynx and Eiji Okumura from Bananafish

30: 3 moments you can never forget

Ok first is in 2019 with my best friend (ex crush from the song question). We went on a field trip to this planetarium, and on the grounds there was this big plastic dinosaur(don't ask why). my friend and i climbed up on it and stood on its legs (it was sitting down, think kinda catloaf position) and held onto the neck for support, and our classmates took a picture of us and it is to this day one of my favourite pictures. Idrk why, it's just so simple and mundane almost? That whole day was great but yeah this moment specifically.

Second is my 17th birthday in general cuz there's a lot of small moments that just made it. My parents surprise gifted me a typewriter that i had been wanting for months, my three best friends planned a surprise prty for me, just a lot of small moments like that.

Uhhh third is probably my first kiss and subsequent first other things that i will not be elaborating on for decency reasons

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[inkpens-coffee]

You know a detail about Ren that is mentioned but never properly discussed or referenced in the game that I wished got more attention?

The fact that he's a country boy. I wanna know more about where he grew up, what it was like, how 'country' are we talking? Especially since Sojiro calls him a country bumpkin. And in the stage plays, he has a Tohoku dialect that Ryuji teases him for. So like, c'mon Atlus, gimme more country bumpkin Ren.

THANK YOU ANON I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten around to talking about this had it not been mentioned!

I believe it’s kinda been widely accepted that he’s from Inaba? Which I like the idea of! And there’s basically nothing to do out there besides hang around the stores so imagine how excited he gets when he sees all the stuff to do in the city. Planetarium? Theme parks? Aquarium? Huge Beaches? So many restaurants!!!

Also, and this is a personal headcanon of mine, I imagine Ren’s house is in like a forest/mountain area surrounded by nature and he had his own garden, so maybe he gets a bit overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of city life and lack of nature. Oh and he is not happy with all the damn light pollution blocking the stars at night, but he gets used to it. More reasons to visit the planetarium!

His friends definitely poke fun at this poor country boy. Every time he struggles with navigating the city or when his accent slips out. Oh, and Ann definitely drags him to every trendy clothing store she can because those plain ass clothes he always wears? Those ain’t gonna fly. She’s converting Ren into a city kid wether he likes it or not! He’s gonna look like a Harajuku boy when she’s done with him!

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