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[blackbird-brewster]

Meta: Jemily Queerbaiting

With the huge influx of posts saying 'Jemily is gonna be canon', I really appreciated seeing this post because OP was completely correct. I didn't want to write an entire dissertation as a reply, so I'm making my own post with my personal opinion on this. (All sources are noted in footnotes)

Before I began this rant, for anyone who thinks this is anti-Jemily. It is not. I have shipped Jemily for 18 friggin years and that's never going to change. This post is specifically my thoughts about queer baiting.

First off, I need to note that the showrunners (and the cast members who use social media) KNOW what a huge queer following this show has and that's why we got pansexual Tara Lewis in S16 [1]. Which, in itself, was SOOOOOOO important!!! Our first canonically queer main in SIXTEEN seasons was a middle-aged Black woman!!! That's phenomenal. (The fact it was horrible rep, because they instantly ruined her relationships once her queerness served it's plot point is a whole other post entirely)

In my opinion, the 'big Jemily moment' Paget posted about on Twitter [2] (and AJ hinted at during a recent IG live) is simply queerbaiting to get people to watch S17. I know a lot of you are newer to the fandom and I love your enthusiasm, I really do, ship and let ship, but listen, let's be real, Jemily is not going to be made canon. The showrunners aren't going to suddenly say (after 17 seasons) 'Surprise, Jemily is endgame'. This show has never cared about queer rep and now that CBS/Paramount have already ticked their queer rep box with Tara, they won't be in any rush to add any other characters to it.

Please buckle in, I've got a lot of thoughts on this matter --

What is Queerbaiting?

If you aren't aware of what queerbaiting is, here's a good definition:

Historically, queerbaiting has carried two meanings: the first is an act of aggressive heterosexuality to shut down queer subtext on screen while still teasing and catering to the queer audience in advertising, public relations, and fan engagement strategies; the second is an existing homoerotic tension between two characters played up on screen while met with derision by the professionals behind the scenes. [3]

The Medium article quoted here is from 2017, a time when parasocial relationships were really starting to take over social media. In 2024, actors are now only a mention or tag away online, they have direct conversations with fans, and this process has allowed for an even deeper form of queerbaiting.

Oftentimes online, actors are asked directly about certain ships and while some ignore these questions (usually to avoid breaking their contracts or other repercussions), others (looking at you, Paget) choose to instead tease fans about queer ships. She's done this for years upon years and if I've learned anything in the past twenty-years of existing in fandom spaces it's this -- don't hold your breath. In it's original meaning, for something to be deemed as queerbaiting there had to be malicious, or at least, purposeful intent to string queer fans along by teasing them with suggestive content about the ship in question, while knowing this ship will never come to fruition in canon.

The thing to remember is, Paget and AJ aren't the only ones who know about Jemily shippers -- the network and showrunners are well aware of this ship too. When networks/showrunners figure out they have a strong sapphic fanbase, they love to use that to their advantage to get more viewers and higher ratings. Queerbaiting is a goldmine to keep fans watching long running shows, look at Rizzoli and Isles, Supergirl, and OUAT for examples of this.

Jemily and Queerbaiting:

Ever since Emily joined the BAU in S2 (2006), there have always been fans who ship JJ/Emily (shoutout to the old LJ forums!). Way before celebs were just a tweet away from fans, back when all our fics began with disclaimers so we wouldn't get sued by networks, we went to great lengths to keep our fanworks far removed from actors/showrunners attention.

As far as Jemily goes, this reply from Paget in a 2009 interview with TVGuide.com [4] (which has now been deleted from their site unfortunately, but there are quotes on Tumblr still [4.a]) confirmed some fans' worst fear -- the actors had found our fanworks online.

TVGuide.com: Of course, a band of fans want her to hook up with Hotch.

Brewster: I know! I didn't realize that fans make these videos on YouTube? A.J. Cook sent me a hilarious one that made it look like Prentiss and J.J. were having a secret lesbian affair. You know, when Hotch was blown up in the SUV, we shot this scene where he's in the hospital and I'm standing next to him, looking at his bleeding ear. Our director came in and said, "Paget, you're looking at Hotch like you're in love with him. It looks really weird." So now, every day, Thomas [Gibson] and I flutter our eyelids at each other.

This was the first time I recall anyone acknowledging Jemily shippers publicly and at the time (Jan 2009), the show was still in Season Four (just before CBS fired both AJ and Paget [5]). Paget genuinely said it's 'hilarious' that fans shipped JJ/Emily. Even now, I'll see people say 'We know Paget and AJ have seen Jemily fanvids, so they obviously ship it too' -- but those same people rarely acknowledge the full context of the original answer. Paget not only thought JJ/Emily were 'hilarious', but then she doubled down and turned her reply back to how she and Thomas liked to play up the chemistry between Emily/Hotch.

While no one can say for sure which video it was that AJ sent Paget, just knowing they were watching JJ/Emily fanvids sent a bit of a shockwave through the femslash side of the fandom. To some it felt like an invasion of privacy, fanworks are by fans for fans -- knowing the cast were poking around in fandom spaces added an extra layer of worry around what we fans were posting online. Fifteen years ago, it used to be quite taboo for actors to outwardly discuss shipping or other fanon for whatever show they were in, and we fans were usually comfortably removed from the actors altogether.

Of course, now it's the norm for fans and actors/showrunners to co-exist online and interact with one another. This connection has opened new ways for shows to queerbait their fans. Pretty much every show has some form of social media account now and there is no doubt that the people running those accounts keep up with the most popular ships and hashtags. Not to mention that actors are constantly barraged with questions about whether they ship their character with x,y,z, or whether they think a ship should be made canon, etc. These interactions only serve to benefit the shows themselves, because whether the conversation is for or against a certain ship, it's all just free publicity (Why do you think CM now has a TikTok account?)

Every time AJ or Paget say anything about Jemily, the queer side of the fandom loses their minds. But this has been going on for YEARS now and every single time, it turns out to be nothing but social media hype and queerbaiting. Remember this AJ post? [6] Or what about the notorious reply by Paget to a fan, where she talks about how she and AJ held hands under the table 'for the shippers' [7] I've seen this cycle over and over again, so perhaps I am cynical, but I'm not getting my hopes up that Jemily will ever seriously be canon.

It's widely known now, after both Kirsten [8] and Paget [9] have talked about it, that there was an early idea where Prentiss was supposed to be queer, but that was ultimately scraped before it ever made it on screen. For context, please remember, this show has been airing for nearly twenty years. It began in 2005, during the highly conservative Bush administration. Queer people didn't have rights in the US, we couldn't get married, we were rarely protected under discrimination laws, and we could even be fired for simply being queer (in some states). Diverse queer representation on screen was extremely limited to things like 'The L Word' and 'Queer as Folk' (both aired on Showtime, so they were behind a paywall. And as far as tLw goes, that show was extremely male-gaze focused and is horrible in nearly all regards if you try to rewatch it now). As far as prime time shows went, queer rep was even more rare. Which is why Emily wasn't queer from the get-go.

Yes, things have changed since 2006 in terms of queer rep on TV. We have a myriad of queer identities represented in TV and film nowadays, which is why I think it's so easy for newer fans to say 'lf she was supposed to be gay anyway, they should just make Emily queer in canon!' I know this is what fuels most fans' demands for Emily being confirmed queer, and I get it, I DO. I would be all for it! However, I do not, in one hundred years, actually believe that is going to happen after they already canonically queer confirmed Tara in S16. The fact we even got ONE queer character is ground-breaking for this show.

It's also worth noting, that in the time between Paget's departure in 2012 and her return in 2016, she became very active on Twitter. This was when more and more fans began asking her about Jemily and after Kirsten's AfterEllen interview, fans also pushed for Paget to address the possibility of Emily being gay. 'Pushed' is actually an understatement for some of the outright harassment she would receive. (AJ received some of this harassment too, but less so because she doesn't use social media ass often) Back then, neither of them replied to these things directly. Yet, no matter what either woman posted, the replies were full of Jemily stans begging for her acknowledgement. (Did you know 'stan' is literally a term coined for stalker fans?) I remember one time AJ's friend was missing and she posted info on her IG about it, you know what the replies were? People asking her about Jemily. It was genuinely sickening.

Within this context, it was no surprise to fans when Emily came back in S12 , she and JJ's friendship was seemingly erased. The two women were rarely on screen together in the late seasons, plus the writers saw fit to even give Emily not only one (Mark in London, but two, on-screen boyfriends for the first time in the entire series. I personally do not think these changes to Emily's character were coincidence, I saw the hellscape of what people would say to AJ and Paget online and I fully believe that upon Paget's return to the show, the showrunners purposely tried to distance JJ and Emily to dissuade the more abusive side of the fanbase.

Can I prove that, no. But it is the only reason I can think of as to why Emily S12+ seemingly didn't care about JJ anymore, despite their deep and meaningful friendship. I mean, they both CROSSED THE WORLD to go rescue each other in prior canon -- but when Emily comes back, they acted like they barely knew each other. This was even more prevalent in S16, when JJ's main storylines all revolved around Will, and Emily barely looked at JJ in the entirety of ten episodes. (Remember how Prentiss didn't even hug JJ after bomb, but she did go hug Luke?)

So, do Paget and AJ earnestly ship Jemily, or are they continuing the long tradition of queerbaiting us? Who fucking knows, not me. But based on the history of this fandom, I think I can make a safe bet. (Interestingly, if you search all of Paget's twitter for the word 'Jemily' [10] she only has 3 direct tweets mentioning the ship. I don't think it's a coincidence that two are within the past few months since they started filming S17 (the other one was a RT of Kirsten (who tagged something Jemily)

This is all to say --

Just because Paget and AJ have publicly talked about Jemily,, this doesn't mean it's ever going to happen on screen. And you know what, THAT'S OKAY!! There has been this constant outcry (after Tara became queer confirmed) of 'Do Emily next' or 'Why wasn't it Emily with a girlfriend!?' and 'Jemily needs to be canon in S17!' -- as if people believe their ships aren't worth anything unless they are canon.

That couldn't be further from the truth! Fandom is built on headcanons and fan interpretations and rare pairs and all types of shippers. Your ship does NOT need to be canon for you to enjoy it. I will ship Jemily forever, no matter what. I don't think there will be some magical queer plot in S17, at best, we might actually get to see Emily/JJ on screen together again and after the train wreck that was S16 -- I'll take whatever I can get.

And hey -- if I am completely wrong, if Erica Messer pulls a Korrasami out of her hat, I will be ecstatic. I will be happy to be proved wrong, but at the same time, I'm not going to lose sleep over it and I'm DEFINITELY not going to go hound the actors about it on social media.

Sources:

[1] 2022 Digital Spy article about the importance of Tara's coming out

[2] 04/18/24 Paget Tweet

[3] 2017 Queerbaiting article from medium.com

[4] 2009 Broken TVGuide link

[4.a] Tumblr quote from the above TVGuide Interview

[5] 2010 Kirsten interview screenrant.com

[6] 2019 AJ Instagram Post

[7] 2020 Paget video on Twitter (via @karasluthqr)

[8] 2015 Kirsten interview AfterEllen.com

[9] 2016 Paget Interview CriminalMindsFans.com

[10] @PagetPaget search 'Jemily'

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #paget brewster #aj cook #cm commentary #queerbaiting #cm meta #criminal minds evolution #cm evolution #my writing

[cupcakeinat0r]

Broadway Baby ch. 1

Pairing: Miguel O’hara x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a broadway performer in Nueva York. You’re a rising star. One morning, during a rehearsal, you stumble upon an unexpected, yet highly welcomed visitor.

Warnings: SFW? This is a plot building chapter, srry <3 Insinuations of masturbation toward end tho!!!

Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Miguel is a filthy rich single dilf (girl dinner), Age Gap fo sho (20 + 32), reader is a Latina (written by a Latina), Gabriella is his daughter in this one, soft n happy Miguel bc ion do that trauma mess. He only knows happiness and peace in my mind palace<3

Word count: 4.4k

Ch. 2

Nueva York.

The city that never sleeps.

You moved here when you were just 18, with a suitcase and big dreams.

It would’ve been when you were 14, your parents had taken you to the big city to watch a musical on Broadway. It was that faithful night you realized your calling. That moment changed the entire trajectory of your life.

You fell in love with it. The music, the lights, the sets, the performance of it all. It was pure magic. You were entranced from the first note of the overture to the very last bow of the lead player.

There was just one problem: you had the confidence of a chicken nugget.

Since the womb, you’d been a very quiet child, extremely soft spoken when acknowledged, so when you told your parents your dream occupation, they were a bit skeptical. Nonetheless, they were both extremely supportive, especially after that one night when your mom overheard some singing in your shower.

She had been in your room, collecting dirty laundry when she heard a beautiful melody coming from your bathroom. Curious as to what song it was, she pressed the shell of her ear against the door. Still not able to hear the lyrics exactly, she cracked open the door, looking around for a speaker, only to find none. It clicked. It wasn’t some blue-tooth equipped music, but her daughter’s voice. Your voice. You’d been singing the songs from the show they took you to. Her jaw fell open. Never had she heard you produce such beautiful sounds. She made sure not to make her presence known since she knew if she did, you’d surely stop vocalizing out of embarrassment.

You were signed up for voice lessons immediately.

Ever since then, you’d been training, dance and acting classes following shortly after that. It became clear that your talent was a blessing from above after hearing teacher after teacher praising about your prodigious abilities.

4 hard working years later, you decided to spread your wings, kiss mom and dad goodbye, and start your career. A small apartment in Nueva York became home. It was lacking a good AC system and the floors were creaky, but it was an affordable start.

It’s been another 2 years since moving to Nueva York. Each phone call home, your parents are delighted to hear about your accomplishments, happy to hear that you’re in a steady place on your path to stardom. You’ve been in a few shows now, landing supporting roles, featured dancing gigs, and so on… but you’ve yet to land that big lead. Your big break. It’ll come though. Patience.

Raw talent could only get you so far in this business. The only thing that seems to matter nowadays is connections and nepotism. You had to stop cowering in your shell and start networking yourself somehow. It was difficult, being the introvert that you were. If only the persona you embodied on the stage carried over into your every day life. When you’re on stage, you’re a complete different person; almost a character. That’s why you loved doing what you did so much. You felt comfortable on that stage, free to be whoever you wanted to be. It was your sanctuary.

Life in the arts was never safe or secure, and you knew that when you decided to sell your soul to this industry. Despite the endless auditions (rejections) and multiple part-time jobs, you loved your life. You loved being an actress in Nueva York. It gave main-character vibes. You had a part-time job as a waitress downtown during the day, and at night, you’d switch out your apron for a costume that didn’t leave much for imagination. You were currently a featured dancer and supporting character in the city’s most popular musical. You’d remind yourself that many aspiring actors would commit heinous crimes to be in a similar place in their careers as yours. It wasn’t no starring role, but hey, it was something.

Life was good. You were happy.

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It was just another day, alike all the others on the 2nd year of your 3-year contract in the Musical you were in. It was simple really:

You wake up, do your day time skin care routine, warm-up your voice, brush teeth, put your apron on for the Stardust diner, wait a few tables from 9-5, your house call was at 5:30 so you’d take the train and show up at 5:25, stretched, warmed-up your voice some more, and be ready in the wings by curtain call.

This was the part you looked forward to every day. That minute you stand behind those velvety curtains, heels and exaggerated lashes and all. The sticky residue of the tape that keeps your mic attached to your neck. The sparkles on your body that never seems to come off, even though you shower after every show. The astronomical amount of hairspray that you’d have to brush through when you got home. You loved it all.

When those curtains opened, a new person was born. Ingrained into the crevices of your brain, the muscle memory within your body would perform the dance moves you’ve been repeating for 7 nights in a row for 2 years.

And you’d deliver the same lines you always delivered ( and ate all of them like you always did), and your voice, like an angel. You sang your heart out, the applause fueling your energy and nourishing your soul (and maybe even your ego).

The beauty of live theater is that every show is different. One of the many aspects you loved about it included the audience members; each night, the crowd was different. Today, in particular, there was a young girl in the front row, sitting right in front of where you were dancing. She looked up at you in the same way you looked at those actors all those years ago, with that same awe in her eyes. Noticing her, you flashed her a wink and a smile while performing. You even managed a small wave, which granted an excited expression from her. The little girl, practically bouncing in her seat, then looked up to the large, dark figure sitting next to her, enthusiastically pulling on the black jacket of what seems to be her guardian. “The pretty lady waved at me!” is what her lips read.

This was a normal occurrence for you. You made it a priority to at least engage with some of the youth in the audience if you happened to pass by any. It was for them you performed, after all. It was always so endearing seeing their cute little reactions to the show.

This time was a little more special, though. She reminded you of yourself when you were that age. Down to the tan skin, brown eyes, and dark hair, pulled into a tight ponytail.

You felt this connection to her. It was inexplainable. In one of the dance numbers, you sort of gravitated around that relative area in front of her, interacting with her. You made that girl so happy. This was a night she’d never forget.

With the show coming to a close, you take your final bow for what seems like the millionth time, but it never ceases to feel like the first.

Curtains close, the cast comes together, and you all rejoice in another victorious performance.

You all retreat back to your dressing rooms, hastily wiping off make up, the stripping of fishnets and jazz shoes taking up majority of the already small dressing room.

It wasn’t abnormal for people to come up to you after the show and congratulate you on such a successful portrayal. Sometimes, though, it could be a lot. Sometimes, you just wanted to go home and body slam your twin bed. Not tonight, though. Standing yay high in a line of audience members awaiting autographs was the little girl. When both of your eyes met, your face instantly brightened, hers twice as much. She jumped up and down, again tugging at the towering figure’s jacket, exclaiming, “Look, papa! It’s her! It’s her!”, and you followed the direction of the adorable juvenile voice with a wide smile.

You walked up to her and knelt down to her level, speaking with a voice that could be compared to that of a Disney princess. As you approach the precious young girl, your maternal instincts slowly kick in. You couldn’t help it; you loved engaging with the kids.

“Oh, I remember you! You’re the pretty girl sitting in the front row! Did you enjoy the show?” You ask with a friendly smile. The girl looks at you all starstruck, her cute smile reaching from ear to ear as you tell her you remember her. “H-hi! I loved it! You were really good!” She professes, her dimples adorning her face. “Can I have an autograph?” She asked shyly, presenting the playbill that the ushers hand out to the audience and a pen. Just when you’re about to happily oblige, you see a hand reach down to her shoulder, followed by a low, soft voice,

“That’s not how we ask, mi Vida.”

Your eyes begin a path from the strong hand that rests on the little girl’s shoulder, up a Herculean arm clothed in what looks like black cashmere (it was cold out), next were his broad shoulders, preceding a sharp jaw and the most plump, dark pair of lips you’d ever lay eyes on, across a tanned, sculpted face, until you got to those deep brown, almost crimson eyes. You stared for a little too long, only managing a smile and a soft chuckle, a combo that you’ve practiced in the mirror countless of times in case an agent wanted to make their presence known.

The man looked like a model. Couldn’t have been over his early 30’s, easily standing over 6 feet tall, and from the looks of it, took very good care of his body. He was covered in a black trench coat, more black, yet much more fitted clothing worn under, but you could tell he was hiding massive muscles under it all. You just knew it. The man was freakishly huge, towering over the both of you, making you feel small especially since you were on your knees. His luscious dark hair was slicked back, a hint of greying on the sides, and one strand detached from the rest, falling down his forehead.

“Oh, sorry, papa. May I have an autograph, please?” She corrected herself, holding out the playbill and marker further out. You looked back down at her again, regaining your composure. Taking that she just called him ‘papa’, you assumed he must’ve had a mrs waiting back home, so you clocked this as an admire-from-afar situation. You tried to steal a glance at his hands to see if maybe there was a ring, but he was wearing gloves. Womp Womp. Oh well, whatever, back to the adorable girl in front me, you think.

“Of course you can, beautiful!” You exclaim, accepting the playbill and pen from her. You speak as you write your signature and a short note, “so what’s your name, mama?” (‘Mama’ can be a way of referring to someone younger than you). She looks at you with amazement as you’re focused on writing on the cast list page of the playbill, “My name is Gabriella”, she responds, to which you say, “What a gorgeous name! My name is y/n. How old are you Gabriella?” She seems to be so shocked that you, the coolest person she’s ever seen, wanted to have a conversation with her. “I’m six! I’ll be seven in seven days!” She says proudly. “Oh, such a big girl you are! Happy early birthday! What‘s your favorite thing to do, Gabriella?” You ask her as you finish the note, closing it and letting it sit in your hand as you focus on her now.

She visibly thinks hard, pursing her lips as she comes up with an answer. “Hmm… I really like to draw. I also like to play outside when I leave school and-and…” she twiddles her fingers as she adds,” -and I love to dance! Me and my papa dance at home a lot! You’re a way better dancer than him!” She giggles, looking up at him with a playful grin. He looks down at her with a loving smile, letting a velvety chuckle slip from his lips, allowing a perfect view of his dreamy smile. You could tell the two shared a beautiful relationship. He looked at her like she was his whole world, his hand caressing the top of her head affectionately. This little girl had this big strong man wrapped around her tiny finger, and you softened at the sight. He was probably an amazing dad… Jesus, who ever is sitting at home waiting for him really has scored the jackpot. Lucky.

“Aw, that sounds like fun! And as for your father, it just takes lots of practice, that’s all, mamita. As a matter of fact, I practiced for six years!” I say, holding out six fingers as I say it. She gasps at this fact about your training, her eyes wide. “Six years?! That’s like, forever!” She says. “Do I have to practice for six years to be good like you?” She inquires, her brows raised, waiting for your educated and professional answer. You carefully think of an answer, knowing anything you say could forever stay with this sweet girl. Words that you feel you would’ve appreciated at her age came to your mind, “Well, Gabriella, that’s hard to say. Time is different for everyone. The best thing to do when you want to follow your dreams is to simply be the best version of yourself. No need to copy anyone else. If you do that, you can absolutely do anything your lil heart desires, okay?” You finish, nodding your head, awaiting her confirmation.

You don’t notice, but her dad is watching the two of you interact, and he simply smiles at the exchange. He could tell you had a way with kids. He studied the way you spoke, the way you smiled at her, both being so genuine. He was entranced by you. He loved how engaging you were. You were truly creating a magical core memory for his daughter, and he was beyond appreciative of that.

Her mother had passed away of cancer when she was only 2, so she never truly got to meet her, or had a maternal figure in her life for that matter, so seeing her interact with this kindhearted actress was nice. Seeing the two of you interact reminded him of how important it was for Gabriella to have a female figure in her life. There was no doubt that you were a drop dead gorgeous woman as well, and by the accent he picked up on, it was evident that you were of Latin descent. You had that natural motherly charm to your essence. He was captivated by your presence on the stage already, but now that he was up close with you, he was beginning to feel like a high school boy with a crush. Stunning? Talented? A Latina? AND Gabriella was crazy about her? It had him thinking for sure.

Gabriella absorbs your words like a sponge, clinging on to every syllable. She smiles at you, breaking out in a fit of precious giggles. “Okay!” And with that, you give her playbill back, as well as her pen.

“Take a picture with her, sweetie.” You hear the mysterious, definitely-not-on-the-market dilf say. Gabriella nods eagerly with a, “ohmigosh, yes!”, and you reply with a warm, “definitely! How would you like to pose? Is this okay for you, mama?” You ask her, your hands hovering over her shoulders as she stands in front of you. You didn’t want to touch her unless she gave you an ‘ok’. Once she nods, you gently place your hands on her shoulders, still kneeling on one knee as you smile for the phone her dad was holding. You lower your face down to be next to hers. In the couple of seconds you sat there frozen for the picture, you could’ve sworn her dad had looked you up and down, his eyes stuck on your butt, but you decide to dismiss it. He might’ve just been making sure you were in the frame, is all.

Let’s be real for a second, the photo wasn’t for the record of Gabriella’s memories more than it was for her father’s own indulgence. He was totally thinking about looking back at this picture later and gush about your looks.

Gabriella turns around and asks one more question. “C-can we hug?” She asks timidly. You visibly melt at the request, “Aw, yes, of course we can, mamita!”, she quickly wraps her tiny little arms around you, and yours around her, “Thank you so much for coming to the show! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!” You say, her face still nuzzled into the softness of your sweater as you caress her tiny ponytail. When she pulls away, she only smiles, looking up at you like you were a fairy princess out of a storybook and a unicorn was gonna pull up and carry you away.

“What do we say, mija?” The beautiful man said.

“Thank you, y/n!” She sweetly adds.

You stand now, smiling down at her with your hand gently lifting her chin,“Remember, mama, you can do anything. Don’t let anyone tell you different, okay?” The cutie patootie nods, her smile still plastered on her face and her now signed playbill held tightly to her chest. “Okay. Have a goodnight, Gabriella,” you stand up straight now, your face only reaching up to the chest of her dad, giving him a warm smile as you try to maintain casual eye contact with the Greek god in front of you. Even now that you’re standing, he still towers over you. Lord have mercy, this man was makin you nervous in all the good ways. Thank God you knew how to act. “Thank you so much for coming to the show!“

The man looked down at you and flashed you a dashing smile in return, his gaze narrow yet soft. He then had the audacity to throw in a wink, opening his mouth to say, “No, no, thank you for a wonderful performance. You were absolutely breathtaking.” His gaze was borderline flirtatious, a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but you had to stay professional. Besides, he was totally married already. This was a simple, friendly compliment, one of hundreds you heard each night.

You look down at the floor for a second, in efforts to cover any blushing, a humble wave of your hand leading your reply, “Aw, I really appreciate that. You’re too kind, Thank you! You two get home safe now, I’d hate for either of you to get a cold!” You say, closing the conversation. You wave at the both of them, Gabriella waving the hardest of the three. Her father, on the other hand, seemed like he was distracted by you, not realizing his daughter was yanking on his coat to leave. The dad quickly snaps back to reality and says goodnight to you, and they make their way into the bustling street.

As you’re about to tend to other autographs, you can’t help but overhear Gabriella talk to her father as they leave. You could’ve sworn Gabriella’s words were, “Papa, were you making googly eyes at y/n?” To which her father replied with a chuckle and, “What? That’s silly, mi vida, now look where you’re going and hold onto my hand, por favor”, he said, brushing off her question. “She’s very pretty.” “Yes, she is, isn’t she?” He admits. That was the last of the conversation you heard. You found yourself smiling, internally celebrating because this fine ass man finds you pretty. Too bad he’s taken…right?

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After signing a few playbills and posters and bidding a farewell to some other audience members, you made your way back to the little studio apartment you called home, instantly beginning to knock out the second your head hit the pillow.

Before falling asleep, thoughts of the mystery man filled your mind, recollecting that chiseled jaw, those soft lips, muscles begging to break free from his button down dress shirt. His deep silky voice rang in your head, doing the opposite of lulling you to sleep. Your mind starting settling in the gutter, imagining that deep voice saying sweet yet disgusting things in your ear and those large, calloused hands removing your underwear instead of your own dainty hands. You can imagine his huge body just completely enveloping yours on the bed, him on top, and those soft lips planting wet, lazy kisses along your neck and other much more sensitive places. It was creating a heat within your core, your thighs shamefully pressing against each other to help relieve a growing tension that crept up from a single thought of his intense gaze; those eyes that could make your inexperienced self burst within seconds. You liked to think he’d talk you through it, only igniting the fire in between your legs even more.

Am I seriously fantasizing about a man I exchanged like 3 words with right now? You say to yourself. I don’t even know his name.

He was just so goddamn FIONE.

You’ve had your fair share of attractive men in the city. It’s Nueva York. And you worked in the performance industry. You were bound to see a 10/10 or two. But this guy… This man would’ve made you drool had you not had an adorable munchkin there to distract you. This man was a 10000/10. He had you contemplating whether or not you were gonna slip a hand into your panties tonight he was that good looking.

You were a virgin. You had spent half your life devoting it to the arts and your craft, so much so that you never got to the whole dating thing. You almost completely forgot about that part of the thing called ‘social life’. All you knew was practice, eat, workout, repeat. The opportunity definitely has presented itself, but you’ve declined because:

A) You weren’t ready to share yourself with someone. You wanted to focus on your career. Or

B) The man wasn’t up to your standards. You couldn’t be with someone unless you saw a future with them. You never really understood hook up culture. You could care less if other people preferred it, it just wasn’t your style.

So here you were, in bed, a hesitant hand slowly making its way to the now wet spot of your panties. You can’t remember the last time you let loose like this…

Yea, you gave in.

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The next morning, you didn’t have your 9-5, however, you were called to perform both the matinee and late night show. You showed up early to the house, stretching and warming up along with the rest of the cast.

Already in your own head space as you meditate in a child’s pose, you start picking up some whispering amongst your costars. You lift your head, opening your eyes to eavesdrop.

“Did you hear about the donation this morning? A whopping $10k. I wonder who was it!” One of them says. Another one notices your attention and includes you in the conversation.

“Y/n, do you know about it?” but you only shrug, this being the first you’ve heard about it.

Another one chimes in, “heard it’s a hella loaded guy from Alchemax… he’s like a CEO or something-“ “Alchemax? As in the Laboratory? What’s a science nerd want with a theater troupe?” “Well doesn’t matter, what matters is we can finally update our sets and costumes, hallelujah.”

Your eyes dart from one cast mate to another as more information and whispers flood the stage.

Another one, who’s currently in a middle split, interjects, “Y’all do realize this means he gets a part of the house, right? He’s basically a producer at this point.”

“I thought it was just a donation-“ “the directors thought so, too, but then I overheard them discussing business plans. He wants in for sure, why? Have no idea. Total eye candy, though.” “Well, it might be good for us to have a businessman on our side-“

“Good morning, everyone!” Everyone looks over to your bright eyed and bushy tailed director. How can someone be this energetic at this waking hour?

“I don’t mean to interrupt your mingling, but I do bring some stellar news. I want to introduce ya’ll to our new patron of the house!” They say, and next to them appears a familiar tall, dark, and handsome figure adorned in a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and jeans; A man that you remember inappropriately touching yourself to the night before. You inwardly thanked him for blessing you with a better view of the outline of his body: those broad shoulders sloping into the sluttiest waist ever to be found on a man. You had to physically hold back moan from the sight.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Miguel O’Hara.”

You’re gagged. The gorgeous man that thought you were pretty last night was the CEO of Alchemax, and he just became a partner of your theatre. The sudden realization that he’ll be around regularly tied knots in your stomach, but the good kind.

“Now I want you all to make him feel welcomed. He basically just opened his wallet wide open for us, so this show better be flawless.“ your director reprimands, as if y’all aren’t the city’s finest performers already. People around the world came to see you guys.

“Oh, don’t be so harsh on them, the main reason why I donated in the first place was because of the raw talent you have here,” his eyes fell on you when he says this. His voice pierced through the air like a hot knife on butter, his slight accent adding a bit of heat that sent everyone’s heart fluttering. You fought back a blush once again, looking down at the floor due to his powerful gaze. He smiles at your reaction, “It’ll be a pleasure working with all of you. Now, I know it might be strange, seeing that a scientist has just partnered with your house, but please, don’t let my line of work mislead you; I’m a lover of the arts and… all things beautiful.” His eyes once again fall on you for those last few words with that same narrow yet easy gaze. His smirk alone could make you swoon. He had creases that accentuated his brow lines and cheekbones that only added that much more suave to his look. Could be from the surely scowl he constantly held at his work. To the majority, this would just been seen as a sign of aging, but to you, it was hot.

“I look forward to our partnership. Break legs.” And with this he turns and walks away, stealing one last look at you before he’s out of sight. I’d rather you break my back. Your eyes shamelessly follow him, admiring that tight ass in those jeans of his. Dios mio, you think, biting your lip.

You know, for a virgin, you had the mind of a whore.

You couldn’t believe it. Your cast mate next to you could, though, as they shot you a knowing look, to which you nudged them embarrassingly.

“Seems like our hot new patron likes you, y/n.”

“Stop it!” You rebut along with a roll of your eyes, your friend stifling a laugh. You were in denial. You’d be lying if you said you disagreed. The man was definitely eyeing you, and now you were a flustered mess. However, now that he wasn’t wearing gloves, you can confidently say you don’t remember seeing a ring…

bingo.

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[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Satan ♡

Characters: Yan! Satan x GN! Reader Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Tags: dark content, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, dubcon, drugging, implied violence/murder, reprogramming, spanking, smut, penetration, dom/sub, hand binding, whipping, mind control, no specified pronouns/body parts for reader Word Count: 2k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to the Avatar of Wrath! Love my lil angy demon so so much, just had to give him a yan hc ♡ Pls enjoy!

♡ Yandere Satan, who studies you like one of his favorite murder mysteries. He yearns to know everything about you - every like or dislike, thoughts, dreams, nightmares... He needs to know everything about you.

-> He slips into your room and looks through your things when you're not home, making sure to look through your private notes. He's gone through your phone once or twice - and once he gets closer to you, he bullies Leviathan into showing him how to put spyware and keyloggers on your DDD.

-> He even goes so far as to breaking into Lucifer's private study to find your file and gain every little bit of insight he can about you. Any info from your life in the human realm, and he'll take it to use to his advantage - all so he can map out the perfect plan to guide you right into his arms.

-> He keeps all of this information about you in a secret journal, cursed for his eyes only. Every single one of your preferences - whether it is your favorite foods, or music, your personal opinions, your past memories, your turn-ons, your preferred sleeping positions, what makes you smile, what makes you wrathful…anything he can find. He has it all perfectly organized in his Little Black Book of You. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who meticulously plans the perfect dates for the two of you - every detail thought of in advance.

-> He pours hours and hours into researching the perfect evening together, daydreaming your reactions in his mind as he plans it all out. Sometimes his daydreams get carried away, thoughts of having his way with you dancing in his head - causing him to need to relieve himself with the pair of panties he stole from your room.

-> Sometimes the dates seem too perfect, with bizarre details you don't remember telling him about yourself. Best not to question it - he went through all the trouble to make the day perfect for you.

-> He has all of your anniversaries committed to memory - he'd certainly never forget such an important day. He has a section in his secret journal with all of your special days charted out - every little first in your relationship, and he plans dates to commemorate them all. He's sickly romantic, to the point that he may build his expectation of these events a little too high. And on the days that you don't remember these little anniversaries, his rages builds up, threatening to spill over through gritted teeth and a sinister smile - Do you not love him?!?

♡ Yandere Satan, who uses his connections to keep tabs on you - even when you think he's not there, he's got an eye on you. He's just keeping you safe.

-> Of course he is able to get his brothers to easily comply with him in regards to keeping an eye on you - since they all adore you, it isn't hard for Satan to convince them that it's in your best interest. He's the demon closest to you, and he needs this information in order to adequately keep you safe - one of the rare times in all of Devildom history that he willingly follows an order from Lucifer…or at least, that's what he told them.

-> He also has his network of spies looking after you - regardless of if you are with his brothers or not. He can't always trust them to be completely honest with all of the details of their whereabouts with you - they adore you far too much, after all. A little Grimm and a few thinly veiled threats, and Satan's spies are always trailing you in the shadows, eagerly ready to report back. Whether it is Mammon and Asmodeus getting too handsy, or the Majolish shopkeeper's eyes lingering on you for too long, Satan punishes each of them accordingly.

-> And if any of his little spies get too close to you, or so much as look at you in a way he deems unfit, his wrath will eviscerate them in the utmost agonizing ways - mercy is not his strong suit. It only takes one or two of his spies to go missing, before other demons start to get the hint and start showing you proper respect. They never address you directly, or even so much as look at you - everyone always report directly to him, and scatter quickly after, fearful that the slightest mistakes may cost them their lives.

-> The same goes for anyone his spies tells him of; anyone getting too touchy or chatty with you would suddenly disappear, and your time would slowly start being dominated by him. This even applies to your classes as well - your potions lab partner? You were told they suddenly transferred. That one group project for Seductive Speechcraft? Oddly enough, your entire group contracted some type of rare Devildom virus and had to be quarantined indefinitely - but luckily for you, your loving boyfriend was right there to help pick up their slack the entire way. He always insists. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who would stop at nothing to keep you by his side forever.

-> He'll forge whatever documents needed to keep you in the realm far past the exchange program ends. He believes Diavolo and Lucifer will be none the wiser, but they do notice and ultimately let it slide - wanting nothing more than to avoid a reimagining of the Celestial Rebellion.

-> While he's manipulating documents, he takes it upon himself to alter your class schedule. What better way to keep you on a tight leash than to have you be his little shadow throughout the school day - this way he can keep you close, and continue keep an eye out for any undesirables. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who insists you spend all of your time, reading with him, alone in his room.

-> He wants to fill your mind with a curated knowledge, brainwashing you into being his perfect little darling pet. Everything from dark romantic novels, blood ritual spell books, BDSM manuals...he spends hours reciting them all with you, his eager little student, perched upon his lap.

-> Despite how stern his tone may be, and the scowl displayed on his face, he secretly loves it when your attention wanes or you start to fall asleep - he loves giving you a little punishment. The way you perk up, the way his hand stings as the flesh of your thigh ripples, the way you apologize profusely with your eyes wide and promises of being a good little kitten…he just can't over how obedient you can be for him, or how much it truly arouses him.

-> It's through his lectures that he breaks you down and remolds you into his perfect little pet, your identity one of his creation. Slowly your thoughts and interests shift, so that you and him are of the same mind. He loves being able to anticipate what you're going to say next and answering for you instead, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him as you just stand there and nod along with him.

-> The use of your pact has been tested to the point where he can now take control of you, if he ultimately has to. He only truly enjoys using that in the bedroom with you, but he takes complete control of you if he feels he needs to. He wants your feelings and actions towards him to be (mostly) genuine, so he tries to keep that to a minimum.

♡ Yandere Satan, who cooks all of your meals for you, slipping a lil something extra into your food or drinks every so often.

-> Sometimes he slips an aphrodisiac into your wine, teasing you mercilessly about how needy you are for him before he fucks you raw into the early hours of the next morning. Of course you'd beg for him and his cock, don't you know he's the only one for you? Such a silly human, he'll have you whining it before long.

-> Other times, he doesn't want you to leave - so he casually slips various sedatives into your drinks or your snacks, and keeps you in his room for himself. He always teases you when you wake up, joking about how tired you always are. He makes you put on his shirt and get comfortable - you might as well make yourself at home.

♡ Yandere Satan, who starts wars with his brothers when it comes to you.

-> You've lost track of the amount of times he has destroyed parts of the house in retaliation to Lucifer's punishment of you - you've stopped trying to prevent it, lest the wrath be turned on you. You learned that the hard way one day, and now just let him interact with his brothers as he sees fit.

-> Which he certainly is training his brothers how to interact with you. Lucifer eventually begins to grow tired of the Avatar of Wrath's explosive fits, prompting him to somewhat avoid the two of you. The brothers that are more prone to showing you physical affection, well...he physically threatens them, and you start to see them reign themselves in and be more platonic. 

♡ Yandere Satan, who has no idea of the difference between love and obsession. 

-> He is extremely possessive of you, getting easily irritated if you accept invitations for plans with other people - why would you want to spend your time with them when you have him? He'll be having a chat with them, unbeknownst to you, and out of the blue you get a text cancelling. He holds you in his arms and kisses you as he talks about how you don't need flaky friends like them anyway - you'll always have him and he's all that you need.

-> He needs to be with you every second of every day. You're the first person in his life that's ever made him feel like this - why wouldn't he wanna spend every moment of his time with you? Not only have you been spending more time in his room, but you start to notice his insistence on keeping the gifts he gives you in his room permanently. Then, one random night while you were asleep in his bed, a mysterious fire burns down your room - and most of your belongings with it. 'No need to worry though, darling. I've got everything you need; you've already been staying here anyways, lets look at this as an opportunity.'

♡ Yandere Satan, who wears a mask around you, the ever poised and refined demon he makes himself out to be in public - it's so easy with you around after all, you have an effect that naturally calms him.

-> He does occasionally fly into a rage, but it's always in a private room with one of his targets - someone he'll be sure you never see again. The screams of his victims are like a soothing lullaby, the taste of their blood satisfying him like a delicious Demonus. 

-> There are the very rare occasions in which his anger is pointed at you. He'd never raise a hand to you - he'd rather burn down the realm than truly hurt you. But he will be rough with you when he fucks you angrily - binding you with ropes, whipping you with his tail, and using your holes to his satisfaction. Don't you know that you're his to do with as he pleases? Maybe if he fucks your head empty, you'll be a more obedient little kitten for him.

♡ Yandere Satan, who will never let go once he sinks his claws into you.

-> While holding you in his arms he laments to you over the turmoil of learning to love, kissing you gently and passionately as he professes he only feels this way for you. "You must have me under some kind of spell," he whispers sweetly into your ear. He knows for a fact that you have bewitched him, even if you didn't mean to, making him feel all of these emotions that were so foreign to him before he met you. He never wants to let this feeling go - and he doesn't ever intend to.

-> He would tear all three realms to the ground with his own bare hands if it means he can keep you at his side - and you know he has the ability to do precisely that. No one is safe when they try to stand between the two of you...

"You truly are something else, kitten. There is nothing in existence that can keep you away from me."

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[beautifulchris]

haunt you

pairing: ex!jake sim x gn!reader

summary: after breaking up with him, you decide to opt for revenge, and revenge he's gonna get

genres: slight angst, exes!au, revenge!au

wc: 1,1k

tw: jake is a cheater and an asshole, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), alcohol consumption, violence, reader is called queen once

notes: i'm back, did you miss me? this piece is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics, banner made by me on canva.

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A place filled with infatuated young adults, alcohol pouring from bottles to glasses and from glasses directly to throats. Sometimes, glasses are even out of the equation.

A young man walking towards an empty room with a beautiful young woman by his side, neither thinking straight, both giving in to the lewd thoughts and desire.

The downing feeling of being betrayed by someone you love, the void consuming you as you easily caught them. 

That was what happened the first time Jake cheated on you.

Yes, the ‘first’ time. It was an error, a mistake. At least that was what he pleaded. But then it happened again. And again.

The fifth time you caught him, you had enough. You broke up with him for good. It felt liberating, like a heavy load was lifted off your shoulders. You couldn’t explain to yourself why you didn’t leave the first time. 

He didn’t say much, except he didn’t particularly want to see you again.

I know, right? You should’ve been the one to say that. Of course, you disagreed. That would’ve been boring.

Even if your feelings for him had diminished over time until entirely expired, it didn’t mean he had the right to treat you the way he did.

Therefore, instead of avoiding him at all costs, you showed up at his usual spots on purpose.

He didn’t want to see you? You were going to make him look at you. Every. Single. Day. So he wouldn’t forget you that easily.

You weren’t usually a revenge type of person, but you felt like he deserved it.

Although I left, I'm not gone It's funny how every day you say that you moved on I hope that everywhere you go and everything you do You'll never forget me, I'll be watching you

After getting a glimpse of you, his friends would ask Jake if he was okay. He’d say the same thing over and over again.

“I’ve moved on guys, I’m good.”

And he believed it, at first. He’d find another person and it would be nice and new, but then would come the intercourse and his mind would be filled with you. He’d reproach the resemblance between the two of you.

He was looking for a pretty girl he could forget you with. Two, eight, twelve… No matter how many people he’d sleep with, he would still see your face and secretly wish it was you with him.

And when you take her home, you're kissing someone new You'll be wishing it was me on top of you And when she's in your bed, I'll be in your head You'll be thinking 'bout me instead

He felt like you were haunting him and blamed it on the fact he saw you every day. It was your fault he felt this way. You were the only one who could free him.

One Saturday night, at a party held by a common friend, Jake found you outside, a half empty glass in hand, dancing with your friends.

Even if he saw you often, it dawned on him that you looked beautiful every time. Almost like a precious jewel in a museum. An unreachable treasure.

He walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the crowded space.

Smirking, you followed him without a word.

He stopped when you reached a more secluded area, but not too far from the front door.

“Y/N,” he breathed, taking in your revealing dress up close.

“Jake,” you said coldly. “What do you want?”

He reluctantly let go of your hand and you crossed your arms.

“I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You laughed internally. Perfect.

I kinda like it when I'm fucking with your head I kinda like the games I play, I smile when I see you upset

“How is that my problem?” you asked before sipping on your cocktail by the straw.

“Be with me. Let’s start again, yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the loud scoff that left your lips. He looked desperate and pathetic.

“I don’t buy back the stuff I sell, Jake. What, you’re missing me? You wish we were still a thing? Maybe you should’ve thought about me when you cheated. Multiple times, may I add. It’s over. We will never get back together.”

Everything was said calmly, yet firmly. Your plan worked, he was hurting. That was all you wished for.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was wrong.”

“You must be kidding me. It’s a little late for an apology now, don’t you think?”

“You don’t understand…” he pleaded. “All I think about is you. You’re intoxicating.”

“Damn right I am, yet you still went and betrayed me not one time, but five!”

He gulped, avoiding your gaze.

“More than that?” What else was there to say, honestly? He never cared for you. “You know what? I think we’re done here.”

You started to leave, but he took your hand.

You harshly pulled away and slapped him with all the strength you had.

He fell on the muddy floor, soaking his clothes. He put his hand over his reddening cheek, too stunned to speak.

“I said, we’re done.”

You get what you give when you mess with me

You left him there and went back to your friends.

“Ah, shit, my glass is empty,” you sighed. “That sucks.”

You excused yourself and went to the kitchen.

“That was some epic punch back there.”

Pouring yourself a glass of your favorite cocktail, you didn’t look up. No need, you already knew who it was.

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Honestly, he had it coming. What a powerful queen move, Y/Nie.”

She bitched over your ex for about five minutes, during which you concentrated on the effects of the alcohol in your veins and the deafening music playing in the living room, barely hearing her.

“Jen,” you called, interrupting her, “I’m gonna go. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“Oh—sure, do you want me to drop you off? I haven’t drank a single drop.”

It was true, you should know as you spent your night with her.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Nah, these parties aren’t what they used to be.”

Finishing your glass in one go, you grabbed your coat on the way out. Most of your friends were still outside. You both said bye and left the property, no sign of Jake anywhere, except the traces of his body in the mud.

“You look happy,” she commented, opening the car door for you.

“Thanks. Yeah, that slap felt amazing.”

She started driving towards your house. “What are you gonna do, now?”

“Now that I’m done haunting him, I’m gonna focus on my life.”

Wondering what happened to Jake after that?

He had a hard time forgetting you. Even if you stopped showing up, it took him about six months to move on. You scarred him for life, though.

He won’t cheat ever again, I’m telling you!

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[daisyvisions]

After Midnight - (jc.b)

➺ Pairing: bf!Jacob x fem!reader

➺ Summary: Wherein Jacob tries to save whatever is left of your birthday and make it the most memorable one possible.

➺ Word Count: 1.3K

➺ Warnings: Considering this smut! (18+, minors DNI), Lots and lots of kissing, some dry humping, groping if you squint, allusions to sex, pet name (honey), a little angst but mostly fluff! Very suggestive.

➺ A/N: Inspired by this ask from @maryamtbz. Sorry this got to you late but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Proofread once, will go back to fix it when I can!

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“Honey please talk to me.” Jacob leans his head against the door.

“Leave me alone!” You shout from the other end.

Jacob didn’t want to push any further so he let go of the knob and slowly sat on the floor, leaning his back against the wooden surface as he waited for you to unlock the doorknob. He could slowly feel his heart aching from the gentle sobs coming from the other side of the door.

He was sure he was going to make this birthday the most memorable one ever. Jacob even went as far as planning this birthday as soon as the last one ended, making sure everyone had RSVP’ed in advance and followed up with each person too.

But when two hours had passed since the time you were expecting guests, your hopes were instantly shattered as reality slapped you in the face… No one was coming tonight.

A few hours passed by with Jacob still by your door. While he was waiting, he was already hatching up a backup plan that would hopefully salvage whatever was left of the night. As soon as the idea hit him, he heard you unlock the door. He immediately got up to his feet and knocked before entering, seeing you sitting at the edge of your bed looking like all the energy you had was sucked right out of you.

The image of your tear-stained cheeks along with your puffy eyes were now engraved in Jacob’s mind. If he had only one birthday wish to make for the rest of his life, it would be to never see you in such a sad state ever again.

He immediately sat beside you and pulled you in for a tight hug, before he could even apologize for not giving you the birthday he promised you kept your face buried in his chest, crying even harder than you did earlier. He hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you had no tears left to cry.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfy. I’ll make sure this will still be the best birthday ever okay?” He lifts your chin with his finger and kisses the tip of your nose.

Jacob helped you get out of your clothes, wiped the makeup off your face, and even prepared a nice warm bath for you. As soon as you got in the tub, he said to take your time relaxing. At first you were skeptical, but at this point you didn’t really care anymore and just listened to him.

Once you finished and got all dressed up in the comfiest pajamas you could find, you went out of your room to check on Jacob. Instead of the sorry sight of party streamers and balloons around your apartment, you were met with the most breathtaking pillow fort you had ever seen.

“Ta-da!” Jacob throws his hands up in the air, his smile beaming with warmth as you also see him wearing comfy pajamas.

“You- you did this for me?” You ask awestruck.

“Of course, gotta make sure this birthday is still a memorable one right?” Jacob replies.

“But what about-”

“Don’t even think about it, hon. Just sit down, pick your favorite movie, and let’s eat all the party favors and cuddle alright? What do you say?” Jacob lends his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You faintly smile, walking towards him as you go down and sit in-between his legs, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“So, are you up for another movie or do you wanna open gifts?” Jacob asks.

“Opening gifts sounds nice.” You gently say.

“Perfect! Let me get them now.” And safe to say, you did not expect Jacob to turn this simple moment into a funny one as he turns on an informercial voice every time he picks up a gift and hands it to you. Even just getting you to smile and giggle even just a little bit was enough for him.

“And lastly, we have a gift from a mister… Jacob Bae!” He shouts. “He’s got a great name, I think he might even be handsome too.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you laugh. Jacob crawls next to you, crossing his legs as you subconsciously drape your legs on top of his lap.

“Here you go.” He smiles holding out his gift in front of you.

You almost feel the wind get knocked out of your lungs as soon as you unwrap the gift and open the box, finding an incredibly gorgeous necklace. Specifically the one you had wanted for the longest time.

“Jacob, this is beautiful thank you!” You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Only the best for my girl.” He whispers in your ear before pulling away to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Oh, almost forgot. I have one more gift for you.” He grins.

“One more? But the necklace is more than enough- ah!” You yelp in surprise as Jacob suddenly tackles you down, his body hovering above you as you look at him with widened eyes.

“This is my gift, twenty-two kisses for the twenty-two years you have been born on this earth.” Jacob leans down, the tip of his nose touching yours before giving you a peck on the lips.

“One.” He pecks your lips. “Two.” and again, “Three.” You’re both smiling and giggling like lovesick fools with every kiss he counts. But by the eleventh kiss, his small little pecks start to turn into deeper and longer ones.

Jacob adjusts himself between your legs, pulling you closer by the waist as his hands start to roam beneath your shirt. His warm hands caressing the sides of your body so carefully. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. You surprise him by cheekily slipping your tongue between his lips, making him whimper into your mouth.

He opens his mouth instantly, his tongue slowly intertwining with yours while each passing kiss becomes hot and heavy. You can feel him slowly melt into you, his body pressing against yours during this heated make out. You feel him getting hard against your core, slowly rolling his hips into you as he groans from the friction.

Jacob feels like he's on cloud-nine right now. He can’t recall any make out with you being this hot. And the way he could lightly smell the shampoo on your head and taste the sweet candy you just ate in your mouth? He could go on forever, breathing be damned. But before he could even take it a step further and run his hands beneath your pajama pants, you pull away from his lips.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines as you take note of his half-lidded eyes and cheeks all flushed out.

“That was twenty-two kisses Cob.” You laugh.

“No it wasn’t! We were still on the ninth.” Clearly, he was enjoying this gift he had given you.

You giggle and pull him down to give him a kiss. “Hm, don’t you think we should be getting to your next gift for me?” You look up at him teasingly.

“What gift? Oh- oh my god…” Jacob moans as you lift your hips to press your core against his bulge. “Yea-yeah I definitely have a gift for you right there.” He stutters, his breathing starting to become irregular.

And without warning, you manage to flip the two of you around, straddling his lap as he looks up at you with blown out lustful eyes. You lean down to kiss the space below his earlobe, making him groan in pleasure once again as his manhood twitches beneath you. You kiss it one more time before slowly whispering in his ear,

“Good, because I'd really like to play with my gift now. Want to join?”

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[eternalblqze]

perfection.

synopsis: in which, he ponders on the idea of the perfect embrace.

pairing: blade x gn!reader

tags: established relationship. fluff. mostly in blade’s pov. not proofread.

note: i love him SO much but i fear i did not do him enough justice UGHGHHG anyways first post (sorta) lets go

There was certainly no such thing as "perfect" in this world.

One couldn't say things were without flaws, because there would always be something wrong.

Perfection was only an illusion. A concept based purely on unattainable desires and lies to give someone a sense of fulfillment. It simply does not exist.

Blade knew this. He believed in it. Not even he considered death the perfect end. If anything, it was merely...relief of the suffering he's endured for centuries. But it did not mean it was perfect. In truth, it was far from it—he craved the sweet solace of death, but it could never be what he’d consider a satisfying end. 

No, he lost that privilege when he began to endure the constant cycle of agony and death, each rebirth chipping away at his sanity and eroding his memories. Even as he chases death, life is quick to follow, following him like an obnoxious shadow. They say one should live their life to the fullest, but this life was not one he could claim to be proud of, and it never would be.

At least, that is what he believed until he met you. 

He couldn’t fathom the idea of someone loving him. He, who has become nothing but a weapon, forged in the flames of never-ending life and from the ashes of disaster. He has lived for centuries, wielding a blade that was just as broken as his immortal spirit.

Not once did he ever imagine he’d find an emotion as foreign as love to get a grasp on him.

Each and every time he saw you, he swore he could feel his heart grow tight in his chest. And, for once, he had no desire to die. Where he previously longed for his breath to cease, he finds himself craving you—for you have become his oxygen. You, the fresh air that cleansed the darkest recesses of his shattered mind, penetrating the density of the chaos that rages on behind his crimson eyes.

Your touch was rejuvenating, a sweet relief to his aching soul. Time and time again, he finds himself craving your presence time and time again; yearning for the way you wrap your arms around him, connecting with him in ways he never knew were possible.

He had never believed in perfection, but he was beginning to think he was mistaken. You were perfect to him in every way, so perfect that he began to wonder; how did someone as damaged and imperfect as him come to deserve you?

As time passed by, he began to unravel the mystery that was you—and came to realize that perhaps you are not as perfect as he once thought. You had your own flaws, your own troubles and your own weaknesses. And that drew him in even further, eager to solve the intricate network of individual threads that you were composed of.

He wondered if you felt the same way. With your presence in his life, he was confronted with questions he had never considered before. Thoughts and habits that were unheard of for the cold and merciless Stellaron Hunter surged into his mind, plaguing his thoughts. Perhaps he would go as far as to say it bothered him more than the mara did, even as it continued to ravage his senses.

When you’d comment on how beautiful he looked; and how you loved his ruby eyes, he caught himself looking upon his reflection more often. He fails to see what you see in them. He never gave them much thought—the deep colour of his irises were a reflection of his strength and ambitions, but also his lust for revenge and blood of those he had eradicated from the face of this world. And yet, you loved him all the same.

He was not a man of many words. Verbal affirmations from him were a rare occurrence—it’s difficult to put his thoughts into words, to manifest his love for you into sentences that would touch your heart. Oftentimes, he resorted to showing it through his actions, with the way he encases you in his arms in a tranquil silence.

Neither you nor he were perfect, yet he desired nothing but perfection for you. It is what you deserved, after all. For someone who did not believe in perfection, it certainly occupied most of his thoughts…how troublesome.

Now…it was only a mere idea at first. An arbitrary thought that would come to pass, as all thoughts did in his chaotic headspace. 

What would be considered a perfect embrace? A perfect touch, a perfect…expression of intimacy.

Would it be soft and tender? Would it be firm? Would it elicit an immense feeling of joy? Tranquility? Comfort? A sense of security? Your touch was always one he’d crave, but it made him wonder if his embrace was enough for you. 

Even as you hold him now, his head resting on your chest—listening to the soft and steady rhythm of your heartbeat; he wondered if you felt the same way when he held you. The way you made his heart rate quicken in his chest, and the way that your presence alone was capable of cleansing the darkened clouds of his mind.

Perhaps this was the perfect embrace. 

Or can anything truly be considered “perfect”? What even was perfect, anyways? 

Maybe…there would never be a definitive answer, for people had different ideas and experiences. Something perfect to him could be flawed for another.

He closes his eyes, burying himself into the comforting scent of you that he has grown to adore.

…Well, perfect or not, he knew one thing for certain—his favourite embraces would always be ones shared with you.

And that was perfect enough for him.

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[bibi-brains]

Celestial Compass

Buggy x Reader || wc: 1k || ao3 link

tagging:: @enchantedforest-network

Synopsis: Buggy paints your face and adores your beauty spots.

warnings: reader has freckles and that's important, suggestive, minors dni, fluffy.

"You are going to be late."

"They can wait." – They can't. – "Also we are far from being late, in reality we already missed it, it's almost afternoon."

Buggy was sitting by your side, in front of you was a big mirror and his desk was filled with a mess of paints, brushes and some dirty tissues. He turned to look at you and held the thin makeup brush in hands, crimson red painted the fibers of it since he applied the shade on his lips. The missed schedule was a meeting that as he said must be over at this time, looking over the small time calculator on his cabinet marking midday time, the accustomed time you and him got up when sleeping together, and as usual slept until your bodies said enough and needed relieve in the bathroom, or the sunlight overwhelmed your sleepy eyes to make you get up to close the curtain that Buggy often forgot to do it.

Buggy was going to be fucked if he misses another meeting over a alarm clock or tired body after a long night with you, as much as the shame and looks you had to avoid when people came across you. Sleeping with Captain Buggy The Clown was enough headache to handle when you started your adventures with him that lead to his bed in the end when you had met him with this title, so that now he has doubled the amount of followers along with people who are almighty to be playing with like that. You did not want him getting beaten up again.

Even so, moments like this came to be rare and you urged his touch and attention as much as he urged yours that ending with both of you being late, in danger once you left his bedroom, and eyeing the makeup brush flying in the air closing the space between Buggy and your face.

"Wait!! What you think you're doing?" You moved your face away from the aiming brush that wanted to paint your face. Buggy just smiled playfully at your reaction, withdrawing his right hand from the closure and with the other, that was still connected to his body, he held your chin gently pulling you closer.

"Art."

And with that he began his art on the bridge of your nose. The freckles that decorated that region could only be seen if someone got close or if the sun kissed your face a little too much. Having those never bothered or brought you discomfort, but covering it with masks, makeup, and since most people didn't get that close to you to see, or if they got they never paid attention. It became indifferent.

Strangely enough, Buggy noticed, the second thing he got to notice in you were those beauty spots covering your nose and cheeks, which now were getting aligned like the celestial compass pirates used when the sky became dark. The point of the brush tickled your skin as the soft touch painted the surface, Buggy had a faded smile on his lips added with the tip of his tongue poking out in between teeth that only meant that he was focusing on not letting the lines crooked or trembled, until he finally drew some short lines and dipped the brush on red paint again to refill the color on the fiber. Once he contorned the lines that looked faded, he flew his hands, letting go of your chin to grab a clean tissue amongst the dirty ones he had used for a certain amount of makeup retouches and a round small paint pot with different colors. Cleaning the remaining red paint from the brush he was holding, he dipped it on the blue shade and passed on other spots, repeating the cleaning and dipping on the yellow shade he continued to color your portrait.

With your eyes closed you could only feel the brush moving and lightly noticing when Buggy moved, he was so engaged on his task that didn't notice the minute you opened your eyes to look at him. The blue iris illuminated by the white bulb light around his mirror made it look coral blue, it looked like the calm shallow seas you swam as a little kid, the seas that overflowed your desire to seek for adventures and you wished, fought, and ran into the waters just to sink deeply into his eyes.

Just like he sinked in yours.

Buggy finishes his work and stops for some seconds to admire your face and smile proudly to himself. “Alright, now you shall see my talents.” He turned your face to the mirror with the hand he held your chin, the movement making you open your eyes. – “Whaddya think?” – The mirror reflected your face and the painting on it, little stars colored the place your freckles are, Buggy did not cover them but used them to make star lines. Blue, yellow, green, and two little stars on each side of your cheekbone that he colored with red, overwall the visual looked cute and the lines were stable.

You felt his anxious gaze on you as you looked at your expression through the mirror and sensing his concerns you turned to give him a quick kiss, and another on his cheek, going up to his forehead, moving down to his red nose you felt the tension fade. “I loved the makeup Buggy, it suits me. And… I might add the star on each cheekbones to my final look.”

You fully turned to the mirror and hit your wanted poster pose to see how the new makeup would look when your new bounty came up someday.

“Can I kiss you?” He silly requested. “You don't need to ask me things that I could never deny my dear.”

And so the moment passed, again, together messed in bedsheets, face paint and murmurs of sweet romance that he wrapped around his lips, licked from his fingers, and cherished every minute of it until the responsibility called him to break it. But for now, the compass of time involves you and him.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: The look in Jaemin’s eyes is something words can hardly describe; he’ll still try, though. Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: fluff Rating: PG Warnings: none Word Count: 630 Note: requested by @jaehunny for the Anniversary Event

Rai’s Version

You know the look in Jaemin’s eyes. It’s the same look he gives his cats, the look he has when he’s doing things he loves. Above all, though, it’s the look he gives you. Sure, you’re his first girlfriend, but you know a man in love when you see one. He thinks you don’t notice it either. You see the look in his eyes when you catch him looking at you, listening intently to whatever you’re telling him. You could be saying the most mundane thing, and he looks at you as if you hung each celestial body with your own hands. The look in his eye is nothing short of pure, unbridled love. 

“Are you almost ready?” your boyfriend asks, still fiddling with his camera.

“Mhm,” you respond, “Just getting my sandals now.”

Jaemin planned out a whole afternoon for the two of you to go out and have a picnic followed by wandering through a flower farm nearby. It’s late summer so the sunflowers are in full bloom and showing their bright petals for everyone. Your boyfriend just couldn’t resist bringing his camera along to capture the beauty of it all. 

“I thought you said you only had to grab your sandals.” you hear your boyfriend tease lightly from the bathroom doorway.

“I forgot something; I need to find-”

“In my camera bag already.” Jaemin assures.

“How did you know that I wanted to bring an extra chapstick?”

“I know you my love.”

Small things seem to never go unnoticed. Despite this being Jaemin’s first proper relationship you find yourself being more adored by him than anyone you’ve ever been romantically involved with. Your afternoon is spent full of fun and, of course, your boyfriend’s loving gaze on you when he thinks no one is paying attention. The afternoon quickly bleeds into night though and you find yourself back at home and getting ready for bed. Jaemin is already uploading all the pictures from his camera to his computer. 

After removing your makeup and changing into something far more comfortable. (Namely one of Jaemin’s t-shirts and lounge shorts). You find yourself shuffling over to his computer chair and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Pressing a kiss into his temple, you look at him editing pictures already. A smile grows on his lips before placing a kiss against your forearm. Every time he comes across a picture of scenery, you watch as he meticulously edits the pictures to make them appear just as he wishes. However, every time you’re in a picture, he hardly edits anything. The most he does is enhance the lighting and shadows to make you stand out more.

“Why aren’t you editing my photos like you do everyone else’s?” you ask, “You never edit out blemishes or edit coloring like you do for everyone else you take photos of.”

“What is there to edit?” he asks, “You’re stunning all on your own. You’re everything I could ever ask for. What you see as blemishes, I see as another beautiful quality that makes you, you.”

He turns his chair and pulls you to sit in his lap.

“Even now,” he starts, eyes dripping with love, “your hair is a mess, not a single drop of makeup on your face, clothes that aren’t meant to look flattering. You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. You’re my first love, and I pray to whatever may be that you’ll be my last too.”

You blush and hide in your face before leaning against his broad shoulders. You know he feels this way. You feel just the same about him. But to hear it out loud has heat rushing to your cheeks and ears. He adores you as you are; that’s all you could ever ask.

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[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever 008

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 3.7k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation, a night out, and a night in 🌻 ]

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Chapter 8

You got me so high

“Let me get this straight.” Shea takes a long sip of her tea, staring you down from across the living room. She sits back and crosses her legs, her intense gaze and her arched brow leaving you feeling chastised even before she says what she is about to say.

“Let’s recap so that I make sure I got everything straight: you went on vacation together, skinny dipped, rubbed each other down under the pretense of ‘needing sunscreen’, came back home, got drunk, kissed him, many times, went on a date, got head, finally talked about everything with him and now you’re freaking out?”

You flush at her words despite your best efforts. Well, when you put it like that… You cough, hastily sipping your own herbal tea to give yourself time to respond. She hit the bull’s eye as always; her words are brief yet her message is effective. Leave it to Shea to get straight to the point; all facts and no bullshit, compiling your problems into a concise and cohesive way that eases up your worries, even if just a little, from how confidently she breeches the issue. “Yep,” you reply after a moment. She’s got everything down and out in the open, after all. What else is there to say?

—a lot, but you can’t even begin to put your feelings into words.

“That’s pretty ass backwards,” May mumbles from your left, followed by the quiet sounds of her munching on food and the crinkle of plastic containers.

“May!” you exclaim at her words, turning to her in surprise. You immediately freeze when you meet her gaze. The look in her gray eyes has you sliding down on the couch as if you could disappear if you tried. The bubbly woman has paused in her quest to sample the newest flavor of donuts from your favorite pastry shop downtown to regard you with an unwavering stare, similar to the woman sitting elegantly across from you both. You know it’s serious when your normally cheerful friend has stopped mid-bite to give you a pensive glance, studying the expressions on your face like an abstract painting hung up in a gallery. Very fitting, considering the fact that you feel very much like a well-preserved piece of organic material being pinned against a wall underneath your best friends’ pointed stares.

—Okay, maybe you are being a little dramatic with that statement. Just a little bit.

…

You rub the back of your neck, resisting the urge to wipe away the bead of sweat lingering on the edge of your eyebrow. Okay, okay, I take it all back. I feel hella intimidated right now.

‘Intimidated’ is the perfect word to sum up how you feel about this entire situation.

“She’s right. It is ass backwards,” Shea sighs, making you snort despite your racing heart. “But you guys talked it out, at least.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, looking at the far wall in the room as if it could give you all the answers to all the questions that you have in your heart yet can’t even decipher in your mind. Your hands curl tightly around the warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to slow your breathing by inhaling the familiar lemon and ginger scent. Citrus and spice. Just like—you stop that train of thought right in its tracks, but it’s already too late. The damage has been done. The memory of messy black hair and soulful brown eyes plays vividly behind your retinas.

Inhale. Exhale. You hold your breath for a moment and sigh deeply. Really? Is this who you are now? You have a lot going on in your life lately between school and work. There always seems to be so much to do in so little time. All the long hours bent over counters and laptops. Your bathroom sink has been added to the mix as well. The bags under your eyes call for a half-hour dedicated to concealing your sleepless nights in front of the mirror. Are you really about to add your social life to your endless list of stress too? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time — but you haven’t had it this bad since high school!

Shea’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts before you can fall into that rabbit hole. Seriously, the last thing you need is to dive into those memories right now. Thank you, next.

“But you still have questions?” Shea states the obvious, reading you like an open book.

Yeah, 7 years of friendship will do that to you. All you can do is nod slowly. You can play cool and nonchalant all you want. You’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Even if you mask it behind a dozen layers of steel, one good hit to your feelings and all your walls shatter like fragile glass. If anyone knows that, it’s the two other women in this room. There’s no point in hiding how you feel. “He’s so- I don’t know how to put it… Guarded?”

Shea nods in understanding and May lets out an exaggerated sigh followed by a quietly uttered “men” in a voice full of disdain.

“I can see both sides,” Shea admits, forever the voice of reason in your friend group. “The Fashion Industry is cutthroat. It is in everyone’s best interest to keep their personal lives separated from business.”

“But she is his personal life!” May interjects, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hands.

“I’m his girlfriend, not his entire life, May,” you gently remind her. You rarely jump in when she gets this fired up, but even if you’ve daydreamed about being the center of Baekhyun’s world in your youth, you knew better than to think that in your 20s now. 

“Yes, which is why I can see why he’s cautious about where and how you guys meet up together.” Shea goes to take another sip of her tea but then pauses. “However, there is a difference between trying to keep your relationship private and safe behind closed doors, and trying to keep you held back at arm’s reach in an emotional aspect.” A brief look of irritation passes over her beautiful features, but the expression is gone in a flash.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” you mumble, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Yes, but is that what you have been saying?” Shea pointedly raises her eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea. Even May takes a ridiculously long time chewing on the sprinkled donut in her hand, her gray eyes piercing into the side of your face.

“...No.” You’ve known Baekhyun since you were kids, but there is still a lot about him you don’t know about — especially in a relationship context. Wait, has Baekhyun ever had a serious girlfriend before? Maybe one, or something close, but you can’t remember her name…

“You have to communicate with him, girl.” Shea sighs.

“Yeah, Baekhyun is amazing, but he isn’t a mind reader,” May points out, her cheeks puffed up with a honey-glazed donut.

“You… have a point.” Of course they do, as usual, but you’ve never been good at having these types of conversations. You’re learning. You’re trying your best but things still manage to fall through the cracks and it never seems like your efforts are enough.

“What is stopping you from communicating with him...? Has he been giving you the cold shoulder?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the dark expressions that flicker over your friends’ faces. “No!” you nearly shout, not wanting them to go there. “I-it’s not that at all.” They have good reasons to make that assumption based on your past, but it isn’t like that now.

“Then what is it?” May tilts her head, peering at you with curiosity.

“What is the issue?” Shea reiterates, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

Again, they do have a point and make a pretty strong argument. But why are you so anxious? It’s just Baekhyun. Baekhyun, who protected you when you couldn’t look out for yourself. Who pushes you to be a better version of yourself every day, not just for everyone around you but for yourself as well. Even when he isn’t around, he is forever on your mind. Living rent fucking free. It frustrates you as much as it comforts you to constantly be thinking about him. He is one of the few people who has stuck by your side for all these years, through the thick and thin… and dammit, the thought of losing him keeps you up at night so often that you might just die a little inside — if you aren’t already.

“You’re scared.” Shea’s strong and crisp voice rings across the silent living room without an ounce of doubt.

“I…” you take a deep breath, running a shaky hand through your hair. “Yeah.” Once you admit it aloud, it feels so much more real. You hold onto the cold cup of tea in your hands for dear life, hugging it to your chest.

The dead silence in the room is crushing until Shea stands up from the couch. “Alright, cancel all your plans.” She’s already on her phone, crossing out the list of errands that she mentioned about completing earlier today. “We’re going out tonight.” 

And that’s how you find yourself at the newest club in town hours later, skipping the mile-long line outside thanks to May and her networking connections.

“Oh?” The happy-go-lucky woman acted surprised when you mentioned the odd look on the bouncer’s face before he hastily let you three walk in. “I may have tapped that,” May admitted in a cheerful tone, hiding her coy smile behind the glass in her hand.

You and Shea locked eyes and hid matching smiles, sipping alcohol-free drinks. That bouncer was quite the looker though…

What can you say? Great minds think alike — you’ve all been friends for almost a decade for a reason.

Let’s make it clear though; you only came out here tonight to let loose and spend quality time with your friends and only your friends. Girl’s night only. After this, you all will most likely go back to Shea’s place and crash on her comfortable couch until the morning. But right now? You indulge in crowd-watching, your eyes zeroed in on the dancefloor.

You lean back on your barstool and cross your legs, observing the suave men and seductive women going full out during a popular pop song. The flashing lights and disco balls make the nightclub look like something you would see in a 70s Motown music video. You’re not surprised that Shea wanted to check this place out. It’s lively with a nostalgic feeling in the air, plus the juice they serve is great and the DJ has played nothing but back-to-back bangers all evening.

You spot May in the middle of the dancefloor, dirty dancing with a tall woman in a little black dress. The stranger’s classic attire contrasts with the neon green dress that your bubbly friend manages to pull off flawlessly. You can hear May’s twinkling laughter from all the way over here in the brief transition between songs.

At least she’s having fun, you smile. The sight reminds you of that one time you told Baekhyun that you don’t dance, which was a half-truth. You have rhythm; you know how to read the room and catch a vibe. But that’s the problem, you get too into it and then the next thing you know some guy’s jealous girlfriend is pouring her drink down your dress because her man decided to glue himself to your backside like a leech — but we digress.

Your smile slowly fades with a deep sigh. There you go again. Like clockwork, once you think of Baekhyun you can’t get him out of your mind. You made sure to text him earlier today to tell him that you would be out with your friends tonight. Doing it made you feel uneasy, but it was necessary, right? Aren’t you supposed to let your significant other know when you are going out to a nightclub in your not-so-freakdum-but-not-completely-modest-either dress with your best girl friends by your side?

You don’t know. You don’t know and hours later you are still worried about it.

It’s not like Baekhyun reacted badly to you telling him. He told you to be safe and have fun, the usual reaction when you told him the same thing in the past — he has a life-long habit of showing up unannounced at your place — but that’s the problem. It was the same as usual. The usual as in how he responded back when you were just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Does he not care? What if he doesn’t? What if he does? — your endless stream of worried thoughts is relentless tonight.

Honestly, the fact that you keep thinking about it has you upset. It’s girls’ night! You’re supposed to be having fun, yet here you are, sitting alone at the bar, sipping at a drink that is more melted ice than citrus juice while worrying about whether you’ll go home to a screaming match in the morning, which is absurd! Why is your mind so set on comparing Baekhyun to the partners of your past?

Your ex’s face flashes through your mind, a vivid image of his face as he gave you that ultimatum: him or Baekhyun.

Oh brother. Fuck it. You clench your teeth and order a fruity cocktail. You need to be buzzed to get through the rest of the night after that memory pops up. Actually, scratch that — you need to be buzzed and shake off this feeling of dread. So you take your drink, chug it, set the empty glass on the counter, and make your way to the dancefloor to meet your two best friends.

Shea’s red bottom heels and May’s gray eyes reflect the club lights, leading you straight to them through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You smooth down the front of your loose yet form-fitting dress and stride right up to them. They take one look at you and pull you closer with one goal in mind: dance the night away until your makeup smears and you want to kick your heels off.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

A few days later you find yourself at Baekhyun’s door. You’ve only seen him once since the day you established your relationship. The summer months are always jam-packed with runway shows and elite events, but as the end of August draws nearer, he gets a few days off before the fall fashion season gets its claws dug into him.

Your baggy t-shirt slips off of your shoulder and you don’t bother readjusting it. It’s no use anyway, the oversized material will just fall down again like it has the other 100 times you’ve fixed it. You smooth down the front of your athletic shorts that sit loosely around your waist yet snug against your hips and thighs. Normally wearing an all-black outfit this time of year would be a death sentence, but with a cold front blowing in from the ocean, the nights have been cooler lately. Pair that with your slip-on running shoes and you are the embodiment of casual — which is ideal, considering the fact that you saw a camera flash on your walk into the apartment building.

You shuffle on your feet, nervously shifting your weight from side to side while having a staring contest with Baekhyun’s front door. The oakwood merely stares back, and if an inanimate object could judge you, you believe that his door would be at the top of the list from the number of times you have come here for one young adult crisis or another. Just remembering the amount of petty stuff you’ve bothered him about at 1 a.m. over the past 2 years has you flushing. God, why? Of all men to fall for, why did it have to be your best friend who knows practically everything about you?

Suddenly, the door opens and Baekhyun regards you with such a knowing look that you find the answer to your question within 15 seconds flat. This man knows you better than you know yourself in so many ways, and the familiarity in that, the comfort of being known for who you are and not what you can be is such a relief on your weary shoulders. You don’t have to make pretenses with him. He knows it all.

As a friend.

It strikes you right in the heart at that moment while you look into his warm brown eyes that reflect the brightly lit hallway lights, shimmers of stars sparkling in those soulful irises that you could spend lifetimes admiring. Baekhyun has accepted you as a friend time and time again. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. But… will he do the same with you now? As the woman he is committed to?

“Hey.” Baekhyun’s low timbre pulls you from your thoughts. Just a single word from his lips has you filing away your worries to think about later. You take a good look at him as he braces his arm on the wall and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that matches your own, but while yours is oversized, his fits snugly on his broad shoulders and defined biceps, stealing your breath away. Not like you have much breath in the first place when you’re standing in front of him, but still. Between that and the sweatpants resting low on his hips, you have half the mind to turn on your heel and run back home. Home date be dammed.

“Hi,” you utter in a small voice before hastily clearing your throat and standing up a little taller.

“I noticed you standing out here.” Baekhyun leans closer, his brown eyes scanning over you like an X-ray machine.

“Oh,” you reply, as smart as always under his unwavering gaze, “yeah, yeah I was.”

He hums and you think you are scot-free until he opens his mouth again. “Care to elaborate?” he tilts his head, his eyes dancing in amusement while he backs out of the doorway.

You sigh loudly as you step into his apartment. Dammit, you can’t get anything past this man. “I… might have been debating on whether to run away or not,” you admit in a guilty murmur, readjusting the collar of your shirt.

“Why? If I may ask.”

His words make you freeze in the middle of taking off your shoes. Baekhyun doesn’t usually ask if he can ask a question. He just asks. You glance over your shoulder at him, your running shoes still in your hand, and something about his earnest expression and the way his hands are in his pockets makes you lower your guard.

“I’m lost,” you admit quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I know that we established our relationship and what we are to each other but I…” you take a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please tell me what dating and a relationship means to you because I-I,” your voice cracks as you stand up and look at him with a helpless expression. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to mask your vulnerability, surprised by how open you were just now. Usually, you would brush things off and downplay your stress and worries, not lay out all your cards on the table like this. It makes you feel raw and exposed. A sensation that you hate from all the times you’ve been dismissed in the past. If expressing fragile emotions was a chess game, you would keep your strategy under lock and key. But right here, right now, you’re willing to take that risk. Like your friends told you before, how will Baekhyun ever know what you are thinking if you don’t tell him about it? You just hope that he will take you seriously.

Baekhyun calls your name, his voice no louder than a whisper. He steps closer to you and cups your face in his hand, his brown irises gazing over your features. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “What does dating mean to me?” he tilts his head before kissing your cheek. “Spoiling you, taking you on dates, exploring places we’ve never been to before.”

Your skin tingles and flushes as he brushes his lips over your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “What’s a relationship to me?” Baekhyun pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and your breath hitches at the fond expression written all over his handsome features. His lips brush over your temple before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, slipping his fingers into your hair as he cradles the back of your head in his hands. “Spending time together, holding you close, and talking with you like this when you get stuck in your head like the little idiot you are.”

“Hey!” you immediately protest and pull away from him, giving him a halfhearted glare.

“Come here.” Baekhyun chuckles and takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. His brown eyes shimmer brightly like midnight stars while he guides you further into his home and to his living room. You gasp at the amount of snacks scattered across the coffee table and one of your favorite movies on the TV, waiting in the streaming service queue. And you gasp again when Baekhyun plops down on the couch and pulls up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His citrus shampoo lingers in his hair, his clothes smell like French vanilla, and the mint on his breath leaves you speechless when he firmly presses his lips to yours.

In that moment, you finally let yourself relax, leaning back against his firm chest while taking a bite of the candy he holds up to your mouth. Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle with one of his rarest sweet smiles and you just live in the moment and block out the rest of the world for a while.

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A/N:

Hello! I’m up to my chin with schoolwork, but I pulled a few all-nighters to get this chapter done and I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. This chapter will serve as a bridge between the first 7 chapters and the next 20+ chapters. And yes, there will be multiple parts to chapter 8 (those decimals shall strike again!) I just really needed to add more character and thought behind showing our OC’s thought process because for 3 whole years she even had me confused and I’m like??? Girl me too lmao.

This author’s note probably makes little sense (2am type of brain power right here) but I just want to say thank you for all the support you loves and readers have given this story. Thank you, Infinity team! Part 2 of chapter 8 will have more fluff between our couple, so look forward to that! See you next time~ (^-^)

#baekhyun smut #supermnet #bbh-net #exo x reader #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun romance #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #baekhyun x you #exo baekhyun #exo romance #Only Forever

[brooklynislandgirl]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I will have to go with Jo's answer here and say every ship I have has something about it that makes it my OTP, something unique to us and our partner/their muse. And I don't want anyone to feel excluded or unloved or less loved than anyone else. I do think because she was literally created side by side with @morgansmornings that they share a deep bond that is both familial and the deepest sort of friendship. They are family. They are transcendent.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Platonic, familial, and romantic are all on the table with discussion ooc, time, and development. I will do pre-established on the first two but Beth is demisexual/quoiromantic, with a leaning toward sapioromantic. Meaning it takes bonding with someone before she even feels anything 'below the belt' so to speak, and doesn't really understand/distinguish the difference between romantic/platonic feelings, treating them both in the same way, but she does have a very slight preference toward people who can engage her mentally, and seduce her with their awkward intelligence. Toxic ships can be a thing with huge boundaries. The boundary is how comfortable with you as a friend, ooc, regardless of what we are writing. Currently I will be willing to do toxic with: Mischa/Larry { @thebiggestlies }, My Dear Prince and Ionaka {and potentially Na Baron Feyd Rautha @nightmarefuele }, Shades of Ben { @kylo-wrecked }. And I live for the hate-ship of Lorcan and Beth with @macdiari, whose mun is totally one of my bffs which makes it funnier. We can have meetings about the rest. Dubcon/non-con, etc...has to be plotted to within an inch of its life, I don't care what Beth says.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable? Age is not a really a thing with Beth when it comes to her significant other as long as they are a little over 'of age' {18-21}. She has literally one ship where this isn't the case and her paramour is 15 and she's 25...and it isn't what many people would assume, both of them are broken hearted. This a unique situation with @macdiari. Beth does have a penchant for older partners. Let the 'daddy issue' jokes commence.

Are you selective when shipping?

I would say yes. I only ship with chemistry. And by that I mean myself and the mun as much as the muses. Shipping requires a delicate balance between interest, trust, compatibility, goals... writing something fictional that isn't just pwp is not unlike building a real-life relationship. I want to get to know the other mun. I want us to have in-jokes, I want for us to be comfortable talking about everything and anything even if we might not always agree. I want us to be friends, first.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I guess I follow the TV guidelines. We can write up to a certain point but once there's body parts that you wouldn't see on network television, it should probably get a tag. I don't care if there's a read more {I will occasionally do that for terminally long posts}, if my partner is more comfortable with one, great. If they prefer it on a different blog, awesome. If you want to write it on discord? Go ahead and add me, fren. I try to faithfully tag certain things because Beth is just...wrong and a lot of her hobbies and interests tend to be really morally questionable at best.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Beth tends to be drawn to people who are neurologically divergent, biologically divergent, other-worldly, empowered, and the like. She is drawn to those who are lonely, othered, or unusual because there is so much in them she sees in herself. And if Beth happens to fall in love, she is neither likely to mention it, nor does she expect for the feeling to be returned. For Beth, love is love. So if you see someone on my dash, unless it's brand new just met you, know that they are cared for, and will always be someone important. As I consider every mutual mun and their muse{s} as some kind of relationship {platonic, familial, romantic, or enemy...I can't really list *every* blog. Sorry.}

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

I mean it's nice to be asked, so at least I know in broad-strokes what sort of relationship you, the other person, might like but also the fiction can often dictate the course of how things go :)

How often do you like to ship?

I am not gonna lie. I love watching and writing how Beth interacts with people. How she slowly starts to unfold around them and what leads her to becoming involved with other folk.

Are you multiship?

Yes. And multiverse, too. One of the best things is when you have a multi-verse partner and get to see how your ships and theirs change from friends to other things, depending what verse your in, and how everyone can make a community with that information.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more or less. I love it as much as the next person but that's not the sole purpose of my blog.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I am still waiting for Olivia and Elliot to get married. IYKTYK.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Let me know what you want? Be patient. We'll talk boundaries, desires, needs, and build it/grow it as it goes.

Tagged by: my darling @betwitchingbaker

Tagging: Heave ho, thieves and beggars....

#Absolutely True Stories about Turtle #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}

[majordemonblockparty]

sometimes watching supernatural feels like the summer I was nineteen and my best friend from high school called me up to tell me that there was construction happening at the convenience store we used to frequent after school and that when they'd ripped up the parking lot to lay a new diesel line, they'd found human bones.

same old story, you've heard it before; sometime in the 80s, two guys beefin' over a girl who neither one ended up marrying, one stabs the other sixteen times in the head, neck, and groin and tucks him away under the rebar and dirt where they're pouring concrete later that week. and then for thirty-plus years after that, people parked their cars over him and sat on the egg-yolk yellow parking blocks to smoke their first (dozen) cigarettes over him and poured tiny airline bottles of vodka bought by soccer moms who wagged their fingers and laughed at underage kids day-drinking, "don't do anything i wouldn't do" into their styrofoam cups of coke over him and nobody knew.

sometimes it feels like that.

like there's something about where and how I grew up that I -- not necessarily forget, but between active suppression when I first left and the relentless passing of time, it gets buried. and then this fucking network tv show comes and rips it right back open.

watching supernatural as somebody who grew up in and around the midwest feels insane. feels all sorts'a unhinged. never have I ever seen popular media treat my childhood playground states like this. the midwest isn't sexy; the midwest isn't cool; and it's not in supernatural, either, but it's... something.

far be it from me to romanticize americana and its role in supernatural (I am not the first and sure as hell won't be the last) but what the fuck. it's so strange to look at these characters and go, "oh. he gets it."

he knows what the liminal space of a car interior feels like on a january day when the roads are covered in dried salt and the fields are blanketed with snow and everything -- everything; the sky, the ground, the road stretched out forever in front of you -- is the exact same shade of pale gray. there's no topography, so there's no horizon; just this endless gray void only broken up by the double-solid yellow line in the road.

he knows how it feels to stand in a gravel turnout and watch the six-day-bruise green of a three-mile-long wall cloud bear down on you. how the air gets heavy and thick-wet enough to drink and you can see lighting way off in the distance, no sound from this far. how if you turn around, the sky over there will still be the most perfect, palest blue,"it's a boy!" birth announcement blue. that it's animal fear that makes your heart pound under your ribs, and birthright that makes you lean back against your car to take in the view. storm's coming and nothing you do is gonna stop it. this is your privilege; soak it in.

he knows what it's like to be cold and stiff and traipsing through woods, following the blood trail of something maybe-still-alive you've tagged in the lung. how lung blood in dead leaves will show up frothy, and so red it almost verges over into pink.

he knows that there's no better place come that inevitable stretch of hundred-degree days in july than in the driver's seat of your own car, windows down and radio cranked so high the frame vibrates under you and a cold drink wedged between your thighs, leaving condensation-wet patches on your jeans, keychain brushing against the (ticklish, but you'd never admit it) skin of your knee where the denim's torn.

he knows to avoid the interstate during migratory bird season; that people are flocking (wahn-wahn) from both coasts and multiple countries to see snow geese, cormorants, cranes, whatever. he knows that the back roads are where you'll see these birds, anyways; scavenging cut-down cornfields that'll be white with gulls and pelicans and terns; sea birds of all sorts, about as fucking far from the sea as you can get, swarming and screaming overhead.

anyways. not an essay, not a love letter, just. some thoughts.

#supernatural meta #she speaks #anyways: if you harbor secret fondness for the midwest spn just taps that wellspring it's absolutely nuts guys #some of this I've said in the tags of other posts before so forgive me if i repeat myself

[beautifulchris]

a simple favor

wc: 0,9k

pairing: demigod!minho x gn demigod!reader

summary: you happen to ask a favor to the guy that has a crush on you

genres: fluff, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, crush!au, son of hermes!minho, child of demeter!reader

tw: flirting, magic

notes: minho is a simp in this one and i'm not apologizing for it. i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @badwithten​ send ask/dm/comment to be added!

Minho was a chill kid from cabin 11. He wasn’t about all that “thievery and trickery” lifestyle. Of course, as a Hermes kid, he was skilled for both, but it didn’t mean he’d use them if he could help it.

You were a sweet and beautiful child of Demeter, like herself in many ways. Need a hand? You were there to help. Tending to the Strawberry fields and chatting with the nature spirits about gardening and agriculture in general were your favorite hobbies.

Back in your dad’s neighborhood, you had a best friend. You two shared everything— quite literally, since she could see through the Mist.

She passed her driver’s license test the day you went to camp, so she promised she’d let you know the results.

But only if you could find a way to contact her, because everybody knew phones were monster magnets.

A cabin mate had once said he saw Minho from the Hermes cabin successfully deliver messages in dreams for a friend of his from cabin 5.

It could be a long shot but you wanted to know how your best friend did.

Now, I know what you might ask—

“Why me and not any Hypnos kid? They’re specialized in sleep and dreams.”

Minho was arms crossed against his cabin’s wall, examining you with his cat-like eyes.

“I’ve been told you’re good at it and you’re way more focused than any of them. I don’t want to spend hours explaining something that could take minutes.”

He smirked. “You could’ve just told me you wanted to spend time with me, gorgeous.”

Cheeks burning, your eyes opened widely. “That’s not—”

“It’s okay. So, what do I get in exchange?”

Ah. You didn’t think this far.

“... A flower crown? Cookies?” You were genuinely searching for a fair trade when he bursted out laughing.

“You’re cute.”

“If you’re just gonna make fun of me, I’ll just go to Jeno, sorry—”

He straightened, suddenly serious. “No," he said loudly. He coughed, "I mean no, I’m sorry for laughing. I’ll do it. I’ll take the flower crown and the cookies, though.”

You smiled so sweetly, his heart hammered in his chest.

“Thank you.”

“Sure,” he coughed again, probably to hide his red ears this time.

You walked away a few steps then turned around. “When do you want to do it?”

“Tonight, if it’s okay for you.”

“Okay, see you soon!” You waved him goodbye and, as you jogged away, Minho couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

Deep down, he was thrilled to have you asking him for help. He had developed a tiny crush on you after seeing you using your magic in the fields on sunny days, your skin glowing with beauty. Or whenever you gracefully walked past him on your way to the dining pavilion or the combat arena.

He wanted to know more about you. That was the only reason he accepted your request, because he wouldn’t do it for anyone.

“I really thought you’d only do it for friends,” Changbin fake pouted, “or am I nothing to you?”

“Shut up, I did it because you begged, and you are my friend.”

“Oh… so that means that Demeter kid is someone to you. Got it,” he grinned before running away, avoiding his friend’s murderous hands by a centimeter.

“You better not tell a soul!” Minho yelled, before getting ready for his archery lesson.

After dinner, Minho followed you to the Demeter cabin.

“Everyone is at the bonfire, I thought it would be better if we were alone,” you said, sitting on your bed.

The gifts were placed on your bedside table and Minho was standing in front of you, a little uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Of course. Let’s do this.”

He made you lay down on your bed, walked to the front of it and placed his hands around your temples without touching you.

“Relax, think about your friend. I’m going to touch your head, you can tell me to stop at any time.”

“Alright, you can proceed.” After giving him a smile of encouragement, you closed your eyes and focused.

Minho quickly shook away his feelings and concentrated on the task at hand.

It lasted a few minutes, and you could see your best friend vividly like you were actually there with her.

Thanks to him, you got to talk to her, cheer for her when she said she aced the test and give her a hug.

When you finally opened your eyes, Minho was standing next to your bed, contemplating the flower crown you made for him. It was placed on the bedside table along with a batch of cookies.

“Everything went well?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you Minho,” you beamed. “Take it, it’s yours.”

He hesitated, so you got up, took it and put it delicately on his head, all the while his eyes were locked on yours.

“I thought you’d be more interested in the cookies. You look handsome with it,” you complimented, taking a step back to take in his appearance.

Doing his best to ignore the sensation in his chest at your words, he bit into a freshly baked cookie. “Honestly, you didn’t have to give me anything, I would’ve helped you either way. Hm, it’s good.”

“You literally asked for those,” you reminded him.

“You proposed, I accepted,” he countered, shrugging. “But if you insist, you can remind me of our earlier conversation while we walk on the beach together.”

“Are you asking me on a date, Lee Minho?” you smiled, biting on a cookie too.

He mirrored your expression. “Depends, will you say yes?”

“It’s indeed good. Yes, I’d love to talk some more.”

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[panelshowsource]

sorry this is so long — i let my inbox back up a little but also some of these are so thoughtful and i hate not responding thoughtfully!

remember to block the tag 'long post' if you hate seeing long posts :')

first of all aww anon thank you so much and second of all you don't watch taskmaster? how can you stand following my blog if you don't? hahahahah especially during taskmaster season i feel so bad the blog ends up being like 70% tm even though if i could have it may way i'd never gif new content and just gif totally random old content like always hehehehehe but it's cute to me how many hog fans are in my inbox these days! i'll try and gif it more for you guys :)

and you should watch taskmaster!!! and come back and tell me what you think!! start with s1!!! it's on the masterpost linked in my bio!

idk anon you'd have to ask them that but generally they would consider themselves to be irish-american; i wasn't trying to make a statement about that when i said that i think new yorkers understand a person like ed, though i think it's far to say that even diasporic communities will retain (at least) a handful of characteristics and nuances from their homelands

yesssss we all love ed! i think a lot of us know him from mock the week and his bffship with dara (i have some of their travel buddy series on my non-panel show masterpost!), but of course he's also an accomplished standup!

actually, just last month in an exclusive with metro he said this:

It seems remarkable Ed hasn’t appeared yet in its 16 seasons. ‘They haven’t asked. If they had, I would,’ Ed said, with a dash of longing. ‘There’s really only one slot per series of someone answering my description,’ he mused. ‘We’re kind of the most overprescribed demographic in the industry. There’s no shortage of people who look and sound like me that are ahead of me in the queue for that slot.’ Even so, it would have been nice… Greg? Are you listening?

(ps. that article claiming 8 out of 10 cats is cancelled... 👀 don't get me wrong, i know it's been a couple years since it's been on, but afaik no cancellation was ever announced 👀)

i know a lot of people are very hung up on the fact david mitchell said he wouldn't do taskmaster — and i'm a sure there are a handful of others who either wouldn't or couldn't when they were asked (jack dee had a scheduling conflict back in the day, right? and alex still desperately wants him?) — but one thing that has been consistently reinforced for years, and especially since taskmaster moved to channel 4, is it is far and away the biggest, most in-demand opportunity amongst comedians and light entertainers (— on network television; of course, if you're standup, your own standup special on channel 4, netflix, whatever has gotta be number one, but i disgress). taskmaster is huge: everyone talks about how comedians play 100-seat rooms, go on taskmaster, and then BOOM sell out massive tours. the show can really change your life, so there is hardly a comedian who wouldn't go on if given the chance — especially someone like ed, who i had mentioned a couple months ago being of the jenny eclair variety (an opportunist; professional jealousy ain't no stranger). i know he's waiting for that damn phone to ring!

and i think he makes an incredible point that not many series are gunning for more than one straight white middle-aged man (though it's happened before, of course). actually, i was just thinking about how that role — the white, middle-aged, experienced senior comedian — is chosen; in almost every single case, it's a very famous comedian who will draw viewers and reinforce legitimacy (frank skinner, al murray, hugh dennis, bob mortimer, rhod gilbert, david baddiel, richard herring, lee mack, alan davies, dara, you get the point) or it's a comedian who alex, whether he's friends with them or not, really really likes (tim key, dave gorman, mark watson, tim vine, mike wozniak, i know they're well-known but even ardal o'hanlon and julian clary who alex personally loves). does ed fall into either of those categories? super famous ratings draw or one of alex's friends/comedy heroes? frankly...i'm not sure...and i think that may be what's keeping him mid-way down the list...

still, very cute of the journalist from this article to be gunning so hard for him to be on the show! i have to admit, i know it might seem like i'm biased because i like him, but i really really think he would be really really good on the show. imo — and it's just imo, people will disagree — the most important aspect of the best series of taskmaster is the banter. it's people who speak up, who fight, who tease, who want to win, who want laughs, who play off the audience, who make quick friends, who talk to greg, who talk to alex. ed TALKS. ed wants screen time. ed wants to fuck around. ed wants to win. so i think he would really take advantage of the format and i'd love to see it!

you are allowed to say i told you so! it was amazing! thanks for reading my bullshit, i tried to take it really seriously so i could just link to it any time someone asks me if i've seen it hahahah who was your fave contestant?

i could write a really long response to this because it's something i have — or could find lmfao — a lot to say about, but knowing this post is already gonna be long (hahah i hate myself) lemme try to boil my brain down

1) i covered my personal opinion of what makes the strongest series of taskmaster in my (very long) recent taskmaster nz s2 post; 2) recency bias — it's in the name! people are biased because it's recent [shrug]; 3) A LOT of people have not seen every series of taskmaster (gasp! i know...) so they won't have the full taskmaster uk canon in mind when they're making such claims; 4) there is a strong divergence between the comedy nerds who watch taskmaster for comedy and the light entertainment viewers who watch taskmaster for general pleasantness, and you gotta consider who you're talking to when you're listening to someone's opinion; 5) i think there's a very long convo you could have about the reticence of a huge faction of taskmaster fans to criticise the show/tasks/contestants/alex — which is why a lot of people like it and its community, because it's often an echo chamber of positivity — but maybe we won't have that convo now haha

^ me being concise!! wow never thought we'd see that day

yes totally anon! i'll make massive gifsets of all of them when the season ends, if that works? :)

wow interesting question! i know a few people who watch taskmaster on and off, and i definitely know people like you who enjoy the odd clip (why is it always bob mortimer on wilty lmfaooo), but otherwise i wouldn't say i spend too much time convincing people to watch stuff. wilty and taskmaster are pretty accessible, but a lot of panel shows are about the uk news, uk current events, have uk c-list celeb guests, etc, and i don't think people would be interested. plus, i have you guys!!! (i don't really have internet friends besides posting here and interacting with you guys :'))

not that long ago, i was at a dinner party and someone said, "have you seen that show taskmaster?" and ... do you know what it's like for me!!! ... i had to take a deep breath and say inside my head 'sarah be cool' and i finally went, "i have! fun show haha" and not start TWITCHING ... they were telling the people around us a little bit about it and getting some of the details wrong and i just sat there nodding like :) and didn't correct them bc being a know-it-all isn't cool and i didn't want to risk it 💀

it's too bad we don't have more of a light entertainment culture here, especially a comedian-driven one :(

(so random but speaking of light entertainment has anyone else been seeing michael barrymore all over tiktok? those kids say the funniest things clips are my wholeeeee fyp)

hahaha yesss we do know suzi around here!! though she's not been on many panel shows recently-ish so i probably haven't posted her in a while. if your fave taskmaster contestants are wide-eyed, smiley people who radiate optimism and go-get-em attitudes then suzi would definitely be the one!

did i mention rick edwards or is this just your sly way of bringing up a sexy man? ...i see you anon😏 he has the face of someone who should have been working on that big wall in games of thrones you know the one where jon tory scum snow ended up? that's a specific compliment but just trust me it's complimentary

i'm sorry about your heartbreak :( it's like me with whites, we've all got that one show :(

yesss it so is! <3

is it weird to imagine joe and mike woz in the same room or is that just me...

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Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader

A/N: This story contains adult themes and mature/explicit content. Minors please do not interact. This story will most likely have a lot of parts and be pretty long so if you’d like to be added to the tag list just let me know! Also feedback is welcome and always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Part Two

You sat in Aizawa’s spacious office waiting for him to enter. In contrast to his seemingly unwelcome personality, the room had a very homey quality to it. The walls were a pale mint green and the floors a dark hardwood. There was a gray sofa that sat below the large window overlooking the courtyard.

It seemed neat and tidy, organized shelves along the wall, a few photos hung around them. There was a small folding cot tucked in the corner, as well as a small basket with plushies and stuffed animals. It was simple, but it made you feel completely at ease. You thought the space was catered towards the patients and hoped that in the future, someone would feel the same way about your own office.

Dr. Aizawa came in, followed by the director and Mirio, the counselor from the day prior. They shuffled in and each took a seat around the room, Aizawa at his desk and the other two on the couch off to the side.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?” Aizawa said, glancing at you as he pulled out a folder, opening it and grabbing a small stack of papers.

“I’m feeling pretty good, how are you?” You responded casually. Aizawa gave you a pointed look, his question had been only for pleasantries, not making conversation. He sighed, answering briskly as he set the first paper in front of you.

“I am fine. Here is your roster of patients and rotations, this is just a brief schedule for your first week. We discussed the events yesterday regarding Dabi, he has requested for you to be his primary psychiatrist. Since you are just beginning your residency, he will be your main focus for now.” Aizawa explained.

You looked over the sheet, nodding as he spoke. As you looked back up at him, he continued.

“We all agreed that because you will be working with a Level Three patient, you will also be shadowing me and helping out on this floor. All of your patients will be on this level unless directed otherwise. Any questions or comments so far?” He paused.

“No.” You said, and he nodded.

“Dabi has said he will not speak with anyone but you, so we will send you in alone. We recommend you hold his sessions in the community room for now, that way there are eyes on you. However, in the event you must be in his room, you will need this.” He held the box out to you, and you accepted it quickly.

“That is your pager. We have already set up all needed contacts in it, and you will see there is a panic button on the front. Press it four times rapidly and it will send out an SOS to all of us so that we can respond. His door is to always be kept locked, if he tries anything while you are with him, please do not hesitate to use the device.” He explained while you clipped it to the waistband of your pants.

“Next, here are your forms for reporting. Dr. Gum made me aware that he has covered our online system with you. Starting out, you will need to file your reports manually. We are currently working to get your office set up and in order. Once it is, you may hold your sessions there as well and will have access to the network. While shadowing, you will be working closely with our intern, Bakugou, to care for the patients on this level and will manage their schedules, but along with paperwork, you will be reporting directly to me. A few times per week, you will sit in on one on one sessions and group counseling that I lead.” He said.

Director Enji stood, walking up to your side and held out a small paper.

“Here is a list of things to go over with Ochako, the receptionist. She will be placing orders for everything you’ll need for your space. Please get with her in the next day or two to select everything. If not, we will still provide them for you, they will just be without your personal preference. This is just a courtesy so that you can have your office personalized to your liking.” He said, tone void of any emotion. You took the paper, glancing it over before setting it atop your stack.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to stop by and talk to her.” You said.

“Alright, I’ll be off then. Just remember what I told you before.” Enji said, his eyes flashing darkly before he quickly exited the room.

Mirio was the next to approach, his hands full of folders.

“If you’d like to come with me, we can go set up in the community room and go over all of the patient files for this floor. I figure it’s best to know what you’re in for. Some of them can be a pain and if you get a call to respond, it’s better to have an idea of what you’re walking into.” His smile was warm and comforting, easing your nerves.

You glanced back to Aizawa who simply nodded, wishing you luck and telling you he would get with you later.

You followed Mirio out and onto the couch in the common area. He dropped the files on the small table, spreading them out before you.

“Go ahead and just read through these. I have Dabi’s here and we’ll go over his together when you’re done.” He beamed.

You nodded, picking up the first folder.

Patient: Tomura Shigaraki

Age: 22

Primary Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder

History: Patient began showing symptoms in early adolescence. Has a history of violence and criminal behavior. Patient is highly reactive and has a disregard for authority and wellbeing of others. Patient was a former cult leader.

Notes: Patients is not to be left with other patients under any circumstances. Patient is in permanent isolation. Patient is often kept sedated and suffers from frequent delusions.

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Patient: Himiko Toga

Age: 18

Primary Diagnosis: Residual Schizophrenia

History: Patient is prone to paranoia and delusions. Is highly reactive and dangerous. Suffers from frequent hallucinations. Patient was convicted on 13 counts of murder - 2 victims were her parents. Patient is to be monitored and medicated and requires at minimum: 2 Personal at all times.

Notes: Patient is allowed interaction with Jin (Twice) but must have restraints. Patient has a habit of biting and a fascination with blood.

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Patient: Jin Bubaigawara aka “Twice”

Age: 31

Diagnosis: Severe Dissociative Identity

Disorder

History: Symptoms developed during adolescence, but patient was unable to receive treatment. Condition worsened over time. Suffered from a head injury which was the main trigger for the decline with his disorder. Patient cannot remember incident or crimes committed (multiple counts of homicide). Patient believes he is two individuals but is unsure which is the real him.

Notes: Patient is generally very friendly. Seems highly coherent majority of the time. Can be highly reactive but currently has no restrictions.

You placed the folders back onto the table before turning to look at Mirio.

“It’s really sad, I think. I know a lot of people see them just for their crimes, but they’re all suffering, ya know?” He said with a solemn smile before handing you Dabi’s folder.

“I know. I hope that one day they’re able to improve and will do everything in my power to aid them as best as I can.” You told him, the words a promise you held deeply in your heart.

“Me too.” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You opened the file and inspected the contents.

Name: “Dabi” (alias)

Age: 26

Diagnosis: N/A

Suspected: Antisocial Personality Disorder/ Borderline Personality Didorder/ Dissociative Identity Disorder (Dissociative Fugue)

History: Patient has not yet been fully diagnosed and has resisted aid from psychiatric help. History of violence and self-harm. Patient was convicted on multiple counts of Felony Arson and Possession (pot, cocaine) and 6 counts of Homicide.

Notes: Patients full name is unlisted. Patient will only respond to his alias, Dabi. Per directors orders, his legal name has temporarily been struck from the record. Patient is uncooperative.

You frowned as you finished reading his chart, saddened by the information listed before you. You were glad he was alive, but over the years of wondering what had happened to him, you had always hoped he was able to recover and find peace. It was apparent now that that was not the case.

“When I meet with him later, is there anything I should know before going in?” You asked Mirio.

“We don’t really have anything else on him beyond what’s listed on the chart. The guy hasn’t been an open book, so I’d say just start fresh with him like it was his first day. He really hasn’t said much of anything to us outside of insults, so based on his response to you yesterday, I think you have the best shot of getting anything out of him. Id start small though. I think if you push too hard or pry, he’ll probably shut you out.” Mirio explained.

A soft knock came from the wall at the entrance of the room. You both looked up to see a man holding a tray of coffee and looking almost nauseous.

“Sorry I’m late.” His voice was meek, nothing more than a soft whisper.

“Nonsense, come on in and meet our new psychiatrist!” Mirio beamed. The man cautiously stepped forward, extending a cup out to you. You took it, thanking him.

“This is my aide, Tamaki Amajiki. He usually sits in during my counseling sessions and helps with progress reports. Since my workload is expanding, he’ll be taking on some sessions on his own, so you two may be working together quite a bit going forward.” Mirio said excitedly.

“I look forward to working together, Amajiki!” You smiled at him. He clenched his teeth together before retreating to the far side of the room, arms trembling as he faced the wall. You blinked in confusion before Mirio leaned toward you.

“He’s just kind of shy. He gets over it once he gets comfortable with you.” He whispered.

“How long does that usually take?” You asked back in a hushed voice. Mirio smiled in response, giving a shrug and a laugh. You guessed you would just have to wait and see on that one then.

“Now that you’re caffeinated, how about you go and get with the intern and help him for a few. Have you met him yet?” Mirio asked.

“Bakugou, right? I haven’t met him, but Midoriya pointed him out to me during our tour.” You responded.

“Great! Yeah, go ahead and just see what he needs. I’m going to go do a few rounds on the other levels with Amajiki, and we’ll head back up before your first session with Dabi. Fair warning though, Bakugou can be…intense. We always get complaints about him being rude, but I think he probably just sounds like that. He’s a really hard worker though. I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.” Mirio smiled, giving a small wave as him and Amajiki left the room.

You gulped, grabbing your coffee and heading out to the main desk. You saw Bakugou there, glaring at the desk before him. You stood in front of the counter, seeing what was receiving his aggression, only to find medicine bottles on the table.

“The fuck do you want?” He spat, shifting red eyes up to you.

“Oh-uh-I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” You asked worriedly.

“Spit it out, what do you want?” He snapped.

“Mirio told me to come and work with you for rounds and help out with anything you need.” You said, biting your lip awkwardly.

Mirio had said people often complained about him. You could see it.

“Hurry up and get started then. Quit standing there gawking at me.” He sneered.

“What do you want me to do?” You forced a smile, hoping to be given a task that will put some distance between yourself and him.

“Tch, useless,” He mumbled, pulling out a chart and tossing it on the desk in front of you, “read through that, take out the doses, put the meds in the vials with the right names. Then come get me.” He said before walking back into the supply area.

You walked around the desk, taking a seat in the chair as you quickly filled the small glasses with the patients medications. As you were counting out the last of them, the chair was pulled out from under you and you hit the tile below, the pills scattering across the floor.

Bakugou’s face contorted with rage as he looked down at you.

“First of all, stay out of my seat. You want a chair, go get your own. Second, pick up the meds. It’s a hazard to leave them lying around, and now we have to get a new prescription filled because your dumbass dropped them all over the floor.” He growled.

You quickly pushed yourself up to stand, dusting yourself off as you glared him down in return.

“It’s a company provided chair, not yours. Don’t be petty. And I didn’t drop them, you knocked me down, so stop being childish. You grab the pills off the floor and I’ll go get the script refilled.” You said, arms crossed. You were almost positive he blew a blood vessel.

“How about you pick up the pills and I’ll refill it, you shitty klutz?” He yelled, grabbing the bottle from your hands and shoving you out of the way.

“You’re the boss.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you kneeled to pick up the fallen medications.

“Damn right.” He called over his shoulder as he walked off, heading toward the pharmacy.

You took a deep breath, almost regretting to agree on working on Level Three. However, you were almost sure the patients wouldn’t be half as bad as the intern.

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When Bakugou returned, he threw the bottle at you before marching off somewhere around the corner. You bit your tongue, fighting off your impulse to make a comment that would surely send him into another fit of rage.

When the tray was ready, you propped it onto the metal rolling cart and reclined against the desk to drink your coffee.

Bakugou didn’t immediately come back, and after a few moments of waiting, you figured you should go after him to let him know you were ready. As soon as you rounded the corner, his hard body collided with yours. Your coffee was smashed in the process, splattering all over his black scrubs and your coat and outfit. You quickly reached for one of the towels on the bottom of the cart, holding it in his direction.

“Im sorry-“

“Watch where you’re going! You blind or just an idiot?” He shouted. You flinched at the harshness of his voice.

“I really am sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was done. I didn’t mean-“

“Whatever, it’s fine. Just..ugh, hold on.” He interrupted, shoving the towel into your hands and walking back into the supply room.

Not a second later, a shirt pelted you in the face.

“Change into that. You look like a mess. Very unprofessional.” He sneered.

“Gee, thanks.” You huffed, stepping into the supply room quickly to change. You found a pack of baby wipes in there and used one to remove the excess coffee that had soaked through your shirt and onto your skin. Then you wiped off your coat and pants as best as you could before pulling on the new shirt and leaving the room to face the hostile intern once more.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get this to the patients. We’re running late now.” He stated, giving you a look that let you know he was most certainly blaming you. You held your tongue once again, choosing instead to follow as he led you to the first room.

“Don’t say anything. Just watch.” Bakugou said, unlocking the door with the name plate “Shigaraki”.

Inside of the room was bleak. Everything was safety-proofed and white. You saw Shigaraki sitting in a chair facing the door. His pale blue hair was shaggy and knotted, his skin was chapped and cracked, so dry that it bled in some areas. His eyes were void as you two entered, but they were locked onto your face.

“Come on, Skin Flakes. You know what time it is.” Bakugou sneered, thrusting out the pills along with a glass of water.

Shigaraki sat unmoving, eyes focused on you with his lifeless expression. You wondered for a moment if he truly wasn’t a corpse, the way he seemed so vacant and empty. When your eyes drifted back up to meet his, his face broke out into a large and unsettling smile. He breathed deeply as his tongue slipped out, licking along his cracked bottom lip. You had to fight the urge to step back.

“Oi! Quit being fucking creepy and take your meds. I’ve got shit to do.” Bakugou barked, knocking the cup of water against the patients head.

Shigaraki’s eyes flashed to him dangerously, before slowly shifting back to you as he accepted the bottle and glass. He took the pills, chasing them with the water, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Come on, let’s go before Crusty gets riled up. I don’t want to have to sedate him again.” Bakugou said while shoving you out of the room.

“Nice to meet you!” You called over your shoulder, and then as soon as you both were out, the door was quickly locked behind you.

“Don’t go talking all nice to him. He’s garbage, I don’t know how he didn’t get the death penalty.” He snarled, kicking the door while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s my job to be nice, it wouldn’t do me any good to be an asshole. You should try being a little nicer to him, too.” You scolded.

“Do you even know why he’s in here? Do you have any idea what he did?” Bakugou asked, getting in your face.

“He was a cult leader.” You blurted, recalling what you had read in his file.

“Uh-huh, and?” He asked.

“And?” You questioned.

“You’re a real piece of work.” He shook his head.

“AND he got his followers to go out committing rape and murder. AND he got them to do a mass suicide when he was about to get caught. AND they found the remains of someone he had skinned alive. The guys a freak, and you want me to be nice?” He asked incredulously.

“He’s still a patient. This is a criminal asylum and the unit with the most severe cases. Regardless of what he did, I’m supposed to help him.” You frowned.

“Look, I’m saying this for your own good. You aren’t helping that guy. There is no hope for him, ya get it? He’s not human anymore. And I can promise you, it’s going to be much better having someone like him hate you than having them like you. The last girl they brought in here was real nice, ya know, until he grabbed her hair so hard it ripped part of her scalp open. So, maybe listen to the guy who has to deal with the fucking psychos all day long. Just a suggestion.” He shrugged, walking forward to the next room.

You thought back to Shigaraki’s face and felt a chill go down your spine. You didn’t think you could be cold to him like Bakugou, but you did agree, you didn’t want him having any fixation on you.

Next up was Himiko Toga. She was sprawled across her bed, papers strewn about from her coloring.

As soon as her yellow eyes landed on you, she was out of bed before you. Your first thought was that she looked young, much too young to be locked up.

“Hi, I’m Toga! Himiko Toga!” She giggled, pressing her hands flat against her cheeks.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. I like your pictures, they’re very good.” You said sincerely, throwing her a soft smile. A blush crossed her features as she pressed herself against you.

“You really think so? You can have one, any one you want!” She beamed.

“No.” Bakugou stated firmly, grabbing Toga by the arm and shoving her back onto the bed. He held out the pills and water while glaring silently.

“Always so mean! She said she likes-“

“No. Shut up and take this.” He interjected, cutting off her whining. She pouted, taking what he handed her with ease, before crossing her arms and shooting him an angry look. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out behind him. You heard her rushed “Bye bye!” As the door slammed closed.

“Do you not know how to keep your fucking mouth shut? What was the first thing I said, huh? Don’t say anything, just watch. That instruction too hard for ya?” He mocked, his frustration evident.

“Well, I’m going to have to talk to them. I’ll be working with some of them one-on-one.” You reasoned.

“Whatever. Just do whatever you want then.” He growled, pushing open the next door before you could see the name on it.

The room was barren, it didn’t even look occupied at first. Bakugou shot around, his eyes narrowing behind you. You turned slowly to see Dabi leaning on the wall, eyes raking over you.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Hey, how are you?” You asked.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bakugou sighed as soon as you spoke. Dabi glanced at the man behind you before his eyes wandered back, catching your small grin at Bakugou’s outburst.

“I’m here. How long until our session?” He asked. You glanced at your watch to check, knowing it was on your schedule for the end of the day.

“Just a couple of hours. Do you need me now?” You asked. You saw the mans lip twitch before he shook his head.

“No, I can wait.” He assured you.

“Here.” Bakugou shoved the bottle toward Dabi, who was quick to smack his hand away, the pills bouncing across the floor.

“You people are really trying to piss me off today.” Bakugou grunted, trying to keep his composure.

“Like you need any help with that.” Dabi retorted, his eyes glinting darkly as he spoke.

“Pick em up and let’s go.” Bakugou said, giving your shoulder a push and nodding toward the capsules on the floor. You took a step to go get them, but Dabi gently placed his hand on your arm, stopping you, before going forward and collecting them. He grabbed your hand from your side, holding it up and unraveling your fingers to place the pills in your palm. His thumbs stroked against you as he curled your first around them, a sly smile painting his face.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you thanked him, unable to ignore how warm his skin was.

“Gross. Come on, leave Casanova behind, we gotta go before you start swooning. Don’t worry, I’ll bring your dose back around later.” Bakugou told Dabi before he hauled you from the room.

“The fuck was all of that?” He interrogated once you were back in the hall.

“What was all of what?” You sighed, feeling drained.

Bakugou lifted your hand, toying with it in an exaggerated way, mimicking Dabi’s touch.

You quickly pulled your hand back.

“He picked them up and handed them to me, I feel like you’re making this bigger than it was.” You said, tone exasperated.

“Am I? That guy has been here for months, usually mute unless he has something shitty to say. You walk in and all of a sudden he’s doing you favors. And you’re just letting him get all handsy with you, on top of it.” He said, watching you with suspicion.

“Honestly, I don’t think it was anything that big. He knows me, I treated him before, so I think he’s just more comfortable around me.”

You explained, and Bakugou thought over your words before sighing.

“Yep. I’m sure that’s it.” He scoffed, shrugging as he walked off quickly back to the main desk. You followed silently, hoping he would calm down for a few. You felt like you needed a breather before you continued your rounds.

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You sat at the front desk in a chair pulled from the common room, hoping to avoid a repeat of the incident from earlier. You filed off paperwork, tidying up, as Bakugou made a supply run downstairs.

Right when you finished, the elevator dinged and he walked over pushing the stocked cart into the room behind you. A second later he walked out, a fitted jacket on, and stopped beside you.

“Come on. Food time.” He said, kicking the leg of your chair.

“Should we both go? What if something happens?” You asked.

“It’s fine. Beady eyes and scaredy cat are back up here to cover.” He said indifferently, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Who?” You asked, standing up and putting on your coat that you had draped on the chair behind you. Bakugou furrowed his brow in thought.

“The ones who sent you here.” He said, starting to walk toward the elevator.

“Oh! Those are your nicknames for them.” You said in realization, more to yourself than him.

“I guess. I just don’t know their names.” He shrugged.

“Do you remember anyone’s name here?” You asked genuinely curious. He gave you a blank look as you caught up to him. As you walked, he matched your pace, keeping his steps in line with yours.

“No.” He said. You laughed in response.

“Well, maybe I’ll be your first then!” You grinned, lightly elbowing him. He rolled his eyes before letting out a breathy laugh.

“Maybe.”

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“Isn’t the cafeteria this way?” You asked, pointing down the hall.

“Yeah, but we’re not going there.” He said, glancing at you over his shoulder as he paused, waiting for you to follow. You quickly caught up to him, letting him lead you outside of the building. He headed into the parking lot and over to what you assumed was his car.

You both climbed in, and he quickly pulled out of the space, heading onto the main road.

“So, where are we going.” You asked.

“To get food. Figured I’d drive since it’d be cutting it too close if we walked. Traffic isn’t so bad over here since we’re more out of the city.” He said distractedly while fiddling with the radio.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Do you usually go to lunch alone?” You asked. He shrugged in response, not offering anything more. You enjoyed the silence as he drove, the music only a dull hum in the background with its volume so low.

He pulled in at the coffee shop, cutting the engine and getting out of the car before you could speak. You rushed out, following behind him as he entered the cafe.

“Get whatever you want. It’s on me today.” He said dismissively, staring up at the menu. You looked at him in disbelief, but stepped forward to order without argument. If this meant the two of you would start to get along, you weren’t going to do anything to risk ruining that.

Bakugou followed behind, placing his order for a coffee and a water, before heading to the other end of the counter to wait.

“You’re not getting any food?” You asked.

“Nah, not hungry.” He said, glancing at you before looking around.

Your name was called and they set your sandwich on a tray, along with Bakugou’s drinks. You said a quick thank you before grabbing the tray and heading towards one of the tables bordering the room.

You slid into the seat, happily picking up your sandwich. Bakugou sat down across from you, opening his water and downing half of it.

“Here.” He said, sliding the coffee across the table to you.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t want to take your drink.” You said.

“Tch, I got it for you, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes. You blinked at him before slowly accepting the drink. You looked at the label and saw it was the same as the one that had been spilled earlier. You glanced back up at his stoic face and smiled warmly.

“You are kind of nice, huh?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He growled, leaning forward. You laughed, taking a sip of the coffee.

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” You winked. You saw the pink dusting across his cheeks as he sat back, relaxing in his seat, opting to ignore your comment.

You talked, unsure if he was listening, for the remainder of your lunch, before heading back to work. When you got back, Mirio was waiting for you at the counter with a big smile on his face.

“Hey! Looks like you tamed the beast already, huh?” He laughed.

“This fucking guy…” Bakugou hissed quietly, and you pinched his arm before grinning back.

“Looks like it!”

You could feel Bakugou’s rage, positive he was glowering at you from behind, but you ignored him.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked. Mirio took a look at his watch and hummed as he thought.

“Well, you’ve got about 15 minutes before you have your first session with Dabi. You have anything you want to go over first or do you feel pretty good about it?” He asked.

“I think I’ll be okay. I saw him when we did rounds earlier and it didn’t seem like he’d have an issue. He actually seemed pretty eager to talk.” You noted.

“That’s good! Baby steps, ya know. Well, I’m going to go talk with Aizawa. Just grab me when you’re done!” He smiled, giving a wave as he walked off.

“So you’re going to go hang out with Romeo again, huh?” Bakugou said, his tone too bitter to be a joke.

“I’m not hanging out with him, I’m his psychiatrist.” You deadpanned.

“Just be careful. I know he seemed all sweet on you in the room, but we don’t have a lot on that guy. You don’t know how he’ll behave when you’re alone.” He warned.

“Actually, I was going to see if you wouldn’t mind bringing him to the common area for me.” You smiled, poking his shoulder.

He feigned insult, pulling off his jacket and walking into the supply area. You followed him, propping yourself on the door frame as you watched him.

“I guess I can do that. Just go ahead and head there now. Patchwork doesn’t listen very well so it’s probably going to be a minute.” He groaned.

“You got it, oh, and thanks again.” You said with a smile, wiggling the coffee cup.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t throw this one all over me.” He sneered, brushing past you to walk off toward Dabi’s room.

You grabbed your paperwork and headed into the common area, taking a seat on the sofa. Not a minute later, Dabi came strolling into the room and immediately took a seat beside you. Bakugou marched after him, annoyance overwhelming his features.

“That’s such bullshit. That guy has never complied with a single thing I’ve said, but wouldn’t you know it, today’s he’s all ready and waiting at the door.” Bakugou spat.

“Glad I could make your day a little easier then!” You beamed and he rolled his eyes before stalking off. You promptly turned your attention to Dabi.

“Hey.” You said.

“Hey.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Was there something earlier you wanted to talk about?” You asked, remembering when you did rounds.

“Not really. Just wanted to see you again.” He shrugged. You nodded, settling back into the couch.

“So, fill me in since I last saw you.” You said, trying to nudge into a conversation.

“Not much to know. Got some charges and got locked in here. Guess I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way.” His laugh sounded empty, no emotion behind it.

“Do you think you’ve lost your mind?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

He eyed you wearily before sighing, letting his back drop onto the cushion behind him and kicking his feet up to rest on the table.

“No. I feel like I’m seeing everything clearly for the first time. Back then, when we met, I was someone else. Someone weak and afraid. Lost. I don’t feel like that anymore. I know I’ve done some messed up things, hurt people who didn’t deserve it, but when I snapped, it was like the part of me I hated the most disappeared.” He explained, his head rolling to the side to look at you.

You nodded, listening as he spoke and hanging on every word.

“What part of you was that?” You asked, pulling your legs up onto the cushion and getting comfortable.

“The part that could feel.”

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