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jackiepackiee · 1 month

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Oh hey there! This my first time requesting you!

I have a request for chuuya nakahara and dazai osamu. I wanna ask that how would he be a as a boyfriend to a s/o who could control electrons in the atmosphere.

For dazai its how would he confess to girl who he admires for a long time but is scared to lose her, but she confesses to him before he could?

Thank you very much and I love the rule about angst without a happy ending i mean cmon life is tough enough already we all are carrying emotional baggage in some way or the other 😭😭

Love you admin, take care! 💞💞

Trying this again because I finished and tumblr deleted it ALLLL

I love science!

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 & 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈- 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 / 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾

Will ask the most annoying questions

“Can you make your body a metallic bond so when you’re hit by an enemy, you’re malleable. Oh! Can you make the hatrack an ionic bond so I can make his charges line up and he’ll explode!”

“Dazai… No!

Yall meet a work

He teases you, goes on missions with you, pranks Kunikida with you

But it’s not until your ability goes haywire and you’re hurt one day that he realizes he likes you

From then on, he hugs you when your ability acts up

Nullifying you and getting a hug

A win win in his book

Little things change

He does his paperwork, doesn’t drink as much, teases you more, and makes less suicide attempts

Though, he can’t confess

You’re too good, he can’t ruin you with his depression and violent past

But, what if you say no?

He thinks it’s a lose lose

What a dumb thing for such a smart guy to think?

He finally decided to confess when Ranpo tells him that it’s a good idea

(Ranpo, the world's greatest detective, can obviously tell you like Dazai and he likes you. Why not be the wingman for the new it couple?)

“Dazai… the entire agency knows. And I’ll tell them for you… unless you get me a snack. Yknow, I’m no romance detective, but love is in the air.”

So… he brings you to the Port

Wins you a cute little teddy at a game slot

He’s about to confess

But… before he can speak

“Dazai, I like you!”

You like him. You. So incredibly intelligent, strong, kind? He’s smart, but would’ve never seen this coming

He noticed how the ocean twists

You ability acts up and is causing the hydrogen and oxygen to disconnect

You’re practically shaking with nerves

So… he hugs you

Not a kiss… he would never rush such a perfect moment

The ocean calms, you ability nullifies

Now that you’re dating, the question are WORSE

“Did you change the atoms in my brain so I love you?” “One, no. Two, that’s not how love works!”

Brags to everyone, even if it’s annoying

Just adores you

Thinks he could die happy

Although, he’d much rather live to love you

Makes sure that all your missions are local so he can get to you incase electrons start buzzing around

Calls you dumb things, stupid science jokes, it’s a headache

Overall, so smart but sooo stupid

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶

Thinks you’re the coolest!

Likes to think your abilities are similar and you two have a connection

Also… a bit dumb

So he asks so many questions

What, he’s fascinated with you and he wants to know as much as he can

“Valence electrons? What?” “What do ya mean I can’t see em? Too small?”

Even if he’s technically the strongest in the entire Port Mafia, thinks you’re better

I mean, he can control gravity but you can manipulate matter!

Thinks that you’re a gift for all his years of hell and unluckiness

Even if you’re just a friend… for now

Never EVER lets you go on missions alone

Makes sure at least one of his trusted subordinates is with you

And if that can’t happen, he’ll make sure Mori gives Chuuya you’re a dangerous work

He’ll miss sleep to take your work, just so you’re safe

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll float you off the ground

Makes sure that you can calm down

Maybe it’s the air higher up, maybe the scenery?

Or… maybe it’s his arms wrapped tight around you

He realizes during one of these moments how much he loves you

“Shh, it’s okay. You ability is stable and you’re safe.”

After asking Kouyou for advice, he’s ready to confess

Buys roses, wine, a jazz record, and a little stuffed animal

Knocks on your apartment when…

You open the door… looking stunning.

“Chuuya? What’re you doing here?”

A gorgeous red outfit, styled hair and makeup. He used his ability to float the gifts to the ceiling so you wouldn’t see.

“Oh… you look pret- I mean! You’re so dressed up.”

“Yeah… was about to leave.”

His heart sunk, although his cheeks warmed at the sight of you in such a beautiful outfit.

“Do you have a date?”

“Date? No, I don’t.”

What a relief!

“Well, what’s the occasion?”

“… I really like you Chuuya! I was gonna try and find you at work now!”

Oh woah… did he just die and go to heaven?

Gives you the sweetest kiss (It’s definitely his first)

Now that you’re dating, he spoils you

Remember how no one is allowed to put you in danger?

Before, he’d let other watch you

But now he’ll clear his day just for your safety

Tries to learn as much as he can about science so he can talk with you even more

“Damn it… electron sea? I thought we had seven seas already?”

Overall? Perfect 11/10

#bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd fanfic #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #bsd dazai #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya x you #JACKIEPACKIEESTORIES

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blythez · 3 months

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I havent seen any Vox & !Sibling reader so here are my silly headcannons about it

Vox complains about Alastor to you since he's a piss baby and needs attention

EXTREMELY competitive against each other.

Sibling rivalry

Teases each other and probably throws insults here and there

Will fight over the most stupidest things

You use Vox as a portable charging port for your phone

Silly nicknames for each other

You're the only person who is capable of making Vox show his inner childishness

You're one of the only people who is allowed to barge into his office whenever they want (it slightly pisses off Vox though)

Occasionally, Vox will invite you to participate in one of his TV shows

Vox is the kind of older brother who gets the blame on almost EVERYTHING you do

If Vox is the older brother he will give you allowance every month

If he's the younger brother, he will not leave you tf alone and he's probably gonna go nerd mode on you

His hypnosis trick doesn't work on you

Probably hits you for no reason whenever he laughing

Since you guys were there for each other your entire lives its really easy for you to cancel him on social media because of how much you know about him

You went through his search history once

As his sibling, ofc you have the newest products of his

Protective of you. He only spies on you whenever you go out. It's just to make sure you won't get hurt

His fans do in fact know you which is why it's probably not a good idea to go out anyway

You guys play video games with each other!! (Vox rage quits whenever you keep on winning)

If ever someone had a crush on you, they will have to go through Vox first before they proceed

His standards are really high so if he thinks the person isn't good for you he will literally threaten them not to get close to you ever again

Has probably killed someone for you

Sends you videos/pictures of things that remind him of you

If you're an artist, Vox lets you draw on his screen with a stylus pen

Tells you fun facts sometimes

"Hey, did you know that-"

TUCKS YOU IN BED 100% AND YOU CANT CONVINCE ME HE DOESN'T

Occasionally jumpscares you from behind

If you're taller than him, he tells you to stop putting his things on the shelves he can't reach

If you're shorter than him, he jokingly buys a stool for you to reach things

Vox is a workaholic so you might have to drag him out of work just so that he can rest

That's it for now!! :)) Hopefully I'll get to see more of this dynamic soon!! (tumblr writers, do your thing)

#hazbin hotel vox #platonic #headcannons #vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #sillyposting #thoughts #Fyp #fypage #fypシ #tumblr fyp #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #fyp #Vox & reader #siblings #yippee #!!! <3

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seeingivy · 2 months

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electric touch

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: the new and improved (not really)... tumblr delete this post again and I will attack you.

it’s almost like getting primed for a reward. the tiny little breaks between when satoru got to see you – it functioned like a charging port.

satoru would get the sweet, soft promise of your presence. and then be robbed of it consequently. and it would leave him a little bit hollow in the days that followed, until it came rushing back – when you had to pick up leo at the end of the week.

he likened it to him being like a ghost town. and that you would fill him up with light.

and the sweet promise comes flowing back, an almost instantaneous rush, when he gets a less than pleasant phone call about his son getting into a fight at school – and how both parents would need to be present for the meeting that followed.

one of the greatest strengths in his relationship with you – if he could even call it that anymore – was that the two of you were always able to read each other. it’s how two halves of a whole functioned – adapted to be what the other one needed.

satoru had never been able to find that in someone else. and sometimes, late at night, he’d wonder if it was because the two of you were soulmates, that you were so connected, that it was the reason you could feel what the other needed.

or if you had forged yourselves into ones, by having a child together – a little perfect piece of you and him in the world that tied you together. that the secret to it was that when you made leo, there was some part of your souls that were shared forever now.

the thought dies out on its own, when he’s faced with the harsh reality.

soulmates would never be separated. on the heels of a divorce.

so he swallows down the thought. and it comes rushing back to him at times like this – when he’s speeding through the streets and running into the office – only to find the pair of you pressing ice packs into your respective faces, matching steely glares being given to the pair of people across from you.

leo spares him the glance first. you don’t break.

“daddy’s here.”

leo’s voice is uncharacteristically monotone, the usual cheery delight – that satoru claims to take credit for – is gone and it’s chilling. that and the fact that his eye is going to definitely purple up by tomorrow. satoru takes the seat next to you, passing you a halfhearted smile as you meet his eyes, and he gestures for leo with grabby hands to take the place in his lap.

leo all but obliges and satoru takes the close proximity to inspect the little bruise near his eye. it’s raised and red – the white of his eye tinted a tiny pink.

one of his favorite things about leo was that his eyes were just like yours. seeing someone desecrate them in the slightest was enough to make him sear with a white hot rage.

satoru would have every intention to create a living hell for whoever’s kid – and their parents – caused this. but he had a strong inkling telling him that the ice pack pressed to your cheek meant that you had already tried and it was on him to be the mature one here. that he’d have to adapt, for you.

“hi star boy, sunshine.” satoru murmurs.

you turn your head to his, glaring at him. this was not the time for stupid nicknames.

“horrifying. you should try to smile more.” satoru deadpans, giving you a smile so wide you can see his dimples.

idiot.

“and you should try to be more mature. someone punched your son in the face.”

“and it looks like they didn’t stop there. what happened to you? let me look.”

satoru reaches forward, fingers featherlike as they pull the ice pack away from your face, revealing three identical red lines indented into the softness of your cheek. he cups his fingers around your face – the sensation sending an electric touch down your spine – as you try to wrestle out of his hold.

satoru frowns. the marks are raised and swelling, just like leo’s, and satoru really curses that he didn’t drive faster. then he wouldn’t have to save face with the people who had raised their hands on his son and his wife.

soon to be ex-wife.

“kid’s mom. she started bitching and…and i said stuff back and she slapped me. she was wearing three pairs of stackable silver rings.” you groan, shoving the biting cold ice back into the pulsating warm of your cheek, before turning back to stare at her.

you’d slap that smug smile off her face if you could.

“what did she say?” satoru asks.

“just forget about it, okay? let’s focus on leo.”

satoru can tell by your posture, your tense shoulders, that there’s no inkling of regret in your actions. that really, you don’t even feel the smallest bit of remorse – that you think you had ever reason to do what you did.

leo leans his mouth close to satoru’s ear, before failing his attempt at whispering discreetly.

“i’ll tell you later, daddy. it was about you.”

“leo.” you scold.

“mommy.” leo mimics, attempting to copy your scathing tone.

you can’t stop yourself and your soft smile makes both of your boys break a glimmering, two dimpled smile back in return. you reach forward, running your fingers through leo’s overgrown white hair, as you lean forward and press a kiss to the top of his locks.

one of your favorite things about leo is how similar he looks to satoru. snow white hair, same cheesy dimple smile, and the sweet sense of humor too.

and that sickly sweet spot that you have for satoru, that you’d probably always have, simmered. he was always able to make leo smile, even through the pink of his eye.

after a very unpleasant meeting – and a three day suspension for leo – satoru offers to take him off your hands for the weekend. he can see it, the gratefulness in your eyes and the desperate time you need to process it all, as you press a kiss to leo’s cheek and then his too.

it almost bites, like an electric touch – your lips on satoru’s skin after months. his ghost town’s essentially a fifty-strobe light show at this point.

in the close proximity, your sugary perfume and soft hands, satoru’s thankful for two things at the moment.

the first? leo sitting snug in his arms. and the second? the necklace around your collarbone.

or more appropriately, the fact that all three charms are still intact. the sun, the star, and the moon.

you, leo, and him. he watches as you walk away, shooting the two of them a smile over your shoulder, before you climb into your car.

“leo?” satoru asks.

“hm.”

“what did mommy say when she got mad?” satoru asks.

leo gives him a smile, curling his fist around the collar of his shirt before answering.

“that lady needed to leave her son and her husband alone or else.”

satoru smiles, before pressing a kiss to the warmth of leo’s cheek. he can still smell the remnants of the strawberry shampoo you massaged into his hair this morning.

you had been priming yourself for sunday, when satoru would return with leo. there was a certain warmth that satoru possessed, that was almost an innate part of his nature, that you always felt yourself gravitating towards.

every time he walked away from you, it felt like he left you alone in the rain. and all you could feel was the sheer, immense pining.

the two of you had decided that satoru was just going to take care of leo – that you’d address the fight, and your shitty behavior together at the end of the week. and if need be, satoru would stay the night just to help you out afterwards.

satoru offered. you hate that he can still read you like a book. that he’ll make your rain cloud dissipate, just to let it reform again every time he walked away.

at 8:05, the headlights of satoru’s car shine through your kitchen window as you reach for your hair, brushing down the flyaways, before reaching for the little sweets that you had made. they were vanilla glazed doughnuts – the byproduct of the impending doom of the possibility that satoru might share the bed with you and leo tonight.

and right on cue, you hear two giggly voices opening the door, only to be met by leo running up and wrapping his little arms around your legs. you oblige, crouching down as you eye the purple surrounding his eye, before cradling his head against your shoulder.

the sight almost makes satoru emotional. he’ll blame it on the longing.

but watching you nearly moved to tears, leo’s infinitesimal smallness against your frame despite how tall he seems to be getting – it reminds him of the day leo was born. when satoru really wasn’t able to contain his tears, at the sight of you beaming down at your shared piece of starlight. that truly, the stars did align – that there were some types of odds, that each little decision the two of you made had led to him.

“i missed you, star boy.” you murmur.

“i missed you too, sunshine.” leo responds.

you curl your nose, pinching his cheek before you stand up. you eye satoru – the dark green hoodie hanging loose against his frame, hands tucked into his black sweatpants. he gives you a wink as a greeting, to which you respond by sticking your tongue out, before sliding the plate over to the two of them.

“leo, you’ve been spending too much time with daddy. what happened to calling me, mommy?”

“you’re making that sound like that’s a bad thing, sunshine.” satoru states, nimble fingers splitting one of the doughnuts in half before handing leo a piece.

“yeah, sunshine.” leo emphasizes, earning a fit of laughter from the two of you.

you roll your eyes. satoru lifts leo onto the counter, before pulling a stool to the side for the two of you. he gives you a curt nod – one which you return – before you and satoru turn to face him.

“okay, star boy. we’ve had fun for a few days but it’s time to talk about what happened tuesday.” satoru states.

leo’s face immediately droops, and you bite down into the hardness of your cheek.

you were never good at the reprimanding type of thing.

“it was nothing, daddy.” leo mumbles.

satoru sighs.

“c’mon, kid. we’re not going to be mad at you. just want to talk about what happened, talk about what to do next time.” satoru states.

“i don’t want you to think that it’s okay to fight with people because of me. that lady in the office, she…she just…”

satoru’s hand is quick, finding it’s way to your back. the touch is soft, a tiny shock, accompanied by small circles being rubbed into your back.

“she caught me at a bad time. i called her later and apologized for my mean words.”

no, you didn’t. you would rather choke. but leo didn’t need to know that.

leo sighs, before covering his face. you can tell that there’s a red flush creeping up his neck and that it’s going to be followed by a heavy set of tears.

“i’m sorry.” he chokes out.

satoru frowns, immediately reaching to hold him snug against his legs in his lap, as you lean your head on satoru’s shoulder. he’s crying into both of your arms softly, the two of you sharing a strained look, before satoru reaches forward and starts wiping his tears.

“hey buddy. just breathe for me, okay?” satoru murmurs, his voice so soft it makes your hair stand up on it’s ends.

“just relax, sweetheart. it’s going to be okay. we…we’re here for you.” you add, giving satoru a look.

satoru understands what it means. there’s no way he’s leaving him tonight.

leo cries for nearly twenty minutes, your matching pair of soothing voices calming him down until his cheeks are flushed pink, eyes swollen from the tears. satoru instinctively leans his temple against yours, giving him a quiet nod before he starts talking.

“i hate my teacher.” leo states.

“what?”

“she never asks people to raise their hands when she asks a question. she-she just picks a random person out of the crowd. and whenever she does that…i hate it. my throat feels so warm and…and i get scared that she’s going to pick on me and i won’t know the answer.”

you reach forward, combing his hair back.

“it’s okay if you get it wrong, honey. you’re still learning.”

leo shakes his head, so aggressively that it catches you off guard.

“no. no, i have to get it right. you don’t get it. ”

you swallow hard.

“she called on me and i didn’t know the answer. and…and she was staring at me but i couldn’t say anything. daddy, i…i swear i was trying to say something but i couldn’t do it. and…and then the kid next to me told me to just answer and i…i got so mad that i punched him. and then he did it back and i got in trouble.” leo mumbles.

satoru hums in response, nodding before he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“okay, kid. it’s okay to be nervous sometimes when you get called on, especially when you’re not expecting it. but just remember, it doesn’t say anything about you if you get the answer wrong. and it’s okay to feel so stressed out and frustrated by what people say, but let’s find another way to deal with that without punching them, okay?” satoru asks.

“okay.” leo groans, before crossing over his heart twice, the way the two of you had taught him to promise.

satoru lets him jump off his legs, instructing him to go get ready for the shower, as you can’t help but stand up, busying yourself with placing the dirty dishes in the sink. your hands are nearly shaking, the buttered plates slipping out of your hands and crashing into the metallic sink as the tears start flowing, breaths heavy as your vision blurs.

it’s all your fault.

the second leo’s footsteps subside, you can feel satoru at your side, hugging you from behind as he rubs up and down your biceps, only making your crying worse. and this time when his soft, soothing voice is whispering in your ears and not leo’s, all you can do is crumble in his arms.

“that was not your fault.” satoru states.

you sigh.

“isn’t it though? he-he gets that from me.”

satoru places his hands on your shoulders, twisting you around until you’re facing him, his fingers pushing your cheeks up. your watery, pink eyes meet his as he reaches forward to swipe the wetness away and he can tell that one of your worst, most misplaced fears, has come to fruition.

that your son would inherit your self-proclaimed horrible coping mechanisms from you. satoru always found it frustrating when you said that – because he was always of the belief that you were doing the best with what you were given – not that you would ever agree with him.

that you weren’t a misplaced perfectionist, it’s just that your parents asked too much of you. that you weren’t a ball of anxiety crumbling at the threads, you were a master of adapting to what was called of you.

“he does not get that from you. that’s not how it works.” satoru states.

“satoru. that’s exactly how i sounded as a kid. i had to be the best or i was nothing. and when i got anxious, i-i could barely even stand talking to other people sometimes. going to class. and-and it’s even worse. changing his environment all the time doesn’t help. he misses you. and then he probably misses me when he’s with you. and it’s probably so confusing that he doesn’t even know what’s happening and it’s all my fault because i’m a bad mom-”

satoru presses his fingers to your lips, hard.

“you are not a bad mom. leo adores you. i adore you. i wouldn’t want anyone else to be with us other than you.”

you ignore the implication. it’s underlying – that satoru thinks the reason for your separation, almost divorce – is stupid. and maybe there’s even a small part of him that would resent you for it, letting his family get in your head.

that you weren’t the suitable wife for the clan. that you couldn’t be his wife because of it.

you figured it would be better for leo. not having to live with the pressure to live up to their standards. he was already kind of predisposed to that type of thing – that some part of your horrible traits was somehow in his genetics now – and putting him somewhere it could fester into a mess would make it worse.

and you hated it. watching satoru fight with them, tire himself out just to advocate for him, on your behalf. that most days he would be tired, that you were causing strife in their family, and that he had to put them all aside for you.

and if it meant that you had to give up your relationship for both of them to be free of that, that was the price you had to will yourself to pay.

“satoru.”

he reaches forward, fingers resting against the silver chain. his blue eyes are razor focused on the charms.

“i’ll stay with you till leo’s a little better. i agree, i don’t like the idea of him moving around so much when he’s clearly overwhelmed and going through something.”

“yeah?” you whisper.

“are you really shocked that i want to spend time with my son?”

“no! but…you have to live here with me. and he’s mostly at school all the time, you know.”

satoru rolls his eyes, before he leans forward, hands warm on your hips.

“i used to live with you too, you know? i actually enjoyed it too if you can wrap your big head around the thought.”

“shut up. you know that’s not what i meant.”

it works well. you can tell that it helps leo – and you too – having satoru around all the time. you wake up later, get started on breakfast a little while satoru tasks himself with getting leo ready for school. you go to bed earlier, only because satoru threatens to destory your laptop if you stay up even a wink past the late hours of the night.

you eat together in the morning, dinner whenever leo’s back from soccer practice. satoru puts some cheesy family movie marathon together on the weekends, and you make them breakfast for dinner on tuesday nights.

it almost works too well.

when leo leaves, satoru always makes sure to brew you a coffee before he runs out for work. you always make him lunch before you leave for your errands. sometimes he joins you at the store. you go to his work dinners with him.

you’re getting too close to the fire. you’re going to get burned again.

you had a history of stories ending sadly. the cautionary tale just never seemed to work when it came to you.

and it comes to a head at the goodbye dinner satoru takes you to for his boss, masamichi. or more appropriately in the car afterwards, as the two of you wait outside nanami’s house for leo to come running out from his play date with yuuji and megumi.

“masamichi was checking you out. one last time, for good measure.” satoru states.

you roll your eyes. satoru had a stupid hunch that his boss, had a thing for you since the first time he started bringing you to his work dinners. you just think he’s paranoid. and obsessive – like a little kid with a toy.

just because he for some reason liked you didn’t mean that everyone else did too.

“satoru. your geriatric and married boss was not checking me out.”

“what does him being married have to do with it? that doesn’t stop people.” satoru states.

you click your tongue in your cheek.

“did you look at other girls while we were married?” you ask, giving him a grin.

“fuck off. no, i did not.”

“and masamichi didn’t either. you’re just trying to find a reason to fight with him.”

“well, he was leering his eyes at my wife. you try staying calm when he does that.” satoru defends.

you scoff.

“grow up, satoru. we’re not married.” you state.

it was hard to establish the boundaries, especially with someone as pushy as satoru. that and the fact that the real semantics of the matter never seemed to work in your favor.

“oh, yeah?” satoru teases.

“yes, satoru.” you deadpan.

satoru reaches for your hand, sending an electric jolt up your arm, before holding your left out in front of him. and before you can protest, he presses a warm kiss to your knuckles, dead center on your ring finger – right above your engagement ring and your wedding band. it’s enough to leave a burning pit in your stomach, cheeks searing from the touch.

“satoru. it’s just because we were out at dinner together.” you murmur.

satoru’s eyes are nearly lidded, the tantalizing look in his eyes nearly making you shuffle in your seat as he leans forward, fingers around the silver chain around your neck. he uses it to pull you forward, noses bumping and lips a few feet apart before he whispers.

“then why are you still wearing this? i know you remember what i said when i gave it to you.”

you do remember.

satoru gifted the necklace to you the day leo was born, after the two of you decided to name him after the constellation. because leo was your star and you were his sun. that by simple rules of elimination, he was going to be the moon and the three of you were going to be together forever.

it was cheesy at the time. even worse when satoru decided to make the entire nursery space themed. but now, it stings. the cosmic connection that the two of you seem to have, almost pulsating with electricity, it stings. burns. it’s agonizing.

“i don’t know, satoru. i can’t separate the moon from the sun and the star.” you murmur.

“so why are you trying so hard to do it right now?” satoru whispers.

you shake your head, trying to pull back, but his grasp on the necklace has him yanking you forward again, your forehead resting against yours as you feel your chest nearly start heaving.

“satoru.”

“why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?” he murmurs.

because it goes the same every time. and you can’t do it a fifth time.

you’ve gotten used to him not calling your phone. gotten used to sleeping alone. and the thought of the sliver of goodness this one moment will give you compared to the weeks, months of hurt that will come to pass after…

it simply wasn’t worth it. and it wasn’t something you could bring yourself to stomach.

and you’re not sure what it is. the cool air coming out of the air vents of the car, the dim green light casting on his soft features, or his alluring voice – why you always abandon the rational thought.

but you lean forward. only to be interrupted by leo smacking his little fist against the window.

“can you open the door? it’s cold out here.” he whines.

the two of you pull apart fast, satoru swallowing hard as he reaches for the lock, and you awkwardly tuck your hair behind your ears. leo climbs into the car as you reach back for one of his hands, shaking one of his, and giving him your peachiest smile.

good timing, leo.

“hi star boy. did you say hi to uncle nanami for me?” you ask.

satoru reverses out of the spot, his cheeks still pink, as he heads out onto the street.

“yes, i did. he says hi back. what were you guys doing in the car?”

“i was checking mommy’s teeth for cavities. she’s been laying it a little heavy on the sweets.” satoru states.

you smack him across the chest.

one month after the fact and you realize that it’s gone too far. that leo’s okay now, that he’s been okay for a while, and there’s no reason for you to be sharing a bed, morning breakfast, a life with satoru gojo anymore.

and when leo runs out for the bus, blowing the two of you a big kiss to your spot on the porch, you brace yourself for the impact when satoru follows you back inside, lazily leaning his entire weight on you as he maneuvers you to the coffee machine.

“what are you feeling this morning, sunshine?”

“caramel. and…and that you could maybe go home now?”

it’s enough to wake satoru up. he turns to his side, hands still focused on making your coffee, as he glares at you.

“you have a shit sense of humor.” satoru states.

“i’m serious. leo’s doing well, thankfully. i think he’ll be okay now to go back to how it was before.”

satoru rolls his eyes.

“you don’t know that. for all we know, that was brought on by the fact that he was splitting his time between both of us when we should all be together. changing environments won’t help him, things need to be consistent for his sake.”

“satoru. we…we can’t go on like this.”

satoru frowns, leaving your cup of coffee unattended as it brews, the earthy smell filling your nose as he closes the distance, hands on your cheeks.

“yes, we can.” he whispers.

“satoru.”

“yes, we can.” it’s more adamant this time.

“the problems from before still stand. this-this is almost like a honeymoon period where we don’t have to address that. it…it won’t be like this if we give in.” you state.

“i am more than happy to cuss out my parents here and there for you. for leo. the only standards he has to live up to ours, that much was apparent from the way we’ve spent the last month. and you’re the woman i’ve always wanted. what’s going to be different if you give in?”

“leo. they’re going to press-”

“i’m going to deal with that. they're my beast to handle. do you really think i’d even let them say a word against leo?”

you frown.

“no.” you murmur.

“he’s going to be okay. we’re going to teach him right from wrong, we’re going to help him through whatever it is without pressuring him the same way we did a few weeks ago.”

you sigh, before giving him a nod.

“you don’t have to live here to do that, satoru.”

“i want to live here. with you. you’re my wife. leo’s my son. you’re my family and that’s where i want to be.”

you look up at him, blue eyes beaming into yours. there’s a twinge of hope in his eyes.

“what if it crashes and burns like last time?” you ask.

“all i know is you could either break my heart or bring it back to life. i’m asking you to pick the second one, y/n.”

you shake your head, before wrapping your arms around his neck, murmuring into the softness of his neck. and you look straight at him, at his pale skin, and really contemplate it.

and you wonder if he really is right, that this could bring you back to life.

that just because the previous story ended sadly, doesn’t meant that this one has to as well. that maybe this is what you needed.

maybe the moment’s just right.

“the second. i-i want you now. i’m going to need you forever.” you state.

satoru pulls back, an ear to ear smile when he leans forward – a burning, thrilling, electric kiss being pressed to your lips.

it’s enough to revive you.

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We talk about moffat's responsibility for charging ports, but can we talk about tumblr's responsibility for when I'm baking and suddenly vanilla extract

#tumblr #vanilla extract

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This is more of a legal question than anything, But there is this old game that was on the gamecube that my brother and I played when we were kids, The developer and the publisher both went out of business, if I were to figure out a way to port the game to UE5 and release it for free, would I get in trouble or since I would be doing it for free would I be legally in the clear?

Standard disclaimer - I am not a lawyer, this is not legal advice. I am only a game dev speaking from my experience as a game dev about a hypothetical situation.

Even if the developer and publisher have gone out of business, somebody probably still owns the rights to the game. If you remake an existing game using their assets and/or copyrighted material, you are still using somebody else's IP without the owner's permission and that's illegal. It does not matter whether you charge for it or not, you are still potentially causing damage to someone else's property. The recent hullabaloo about AI-generated porn of Taylor Swift wasn't a big deal because someone charged for it, it was because someone made and distributed it without her permission.

If you want to remake a favorite game, my advice is always to make a spiritual successor to that game - make the new game feel and play like the old game as much as you want, but don't use the old characters/story/world/etc. Somebody owns those and that owner would be fully within their rights to stop you if you use them... but they can't do a thing if you don't use them. Make your own thing. It's a lot better for all around - players will actually be able to play your game, you'll be able to showcase your game, and you can choose either to sell it to or use it to get hired by paying game studios/publishers.

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Oh poor me, slaved away to create such rubbish. (It's fic time again so as usual I am here to degrade myself for Tumblr)

sneak peek at

The Akutagawa's (Coming to Ao3 very soon)

Mysterious port mafia family bathed in darkness or the agency's newest members?

gen/ can be read as romantic or platonic sskk/other ships but is not a ship reliant fic.

tags: Canon divergent plot, Atsushi meets Akutagawa instead of Dazai, Canon divergent personalities due to canon divergent plot, found dysfunctional family, siblings being siblings, Atsushi centric, or is it?, happy ending.

The warning tags for the rest of the fic: canon Atsushi orphanage experience, Abuse, implied child abuse, Implied cannibalism, Murder, violence, suicide contemplation, Implied SA, human trafficking, sex trafficking, portrayal of street life (BSD style), I'm so sorry that is not in my list of experiences so I gotta take some guesses and creative liberties, The mafia being the mafia, graphic violence.

The Akutagawa's

Around the big table, the agency employees were all seated silently. Yosano, Dazai, Junichiro, Kunikida, Kenji, and Ranpo. Their eyes shifting between the papers on the table and the white board.

Some first assumed it was a joke or an error. Not that anyone would be foolish enough to do something so audacious, but the president was not a fool or a joker.

Even Ranpo, who was rocking back and forth in his chair and staring at the ceiling, appeared to be lost in concentration.

Everyone shuffled nervously for a while, then Kunikida, as usual, took the lead. He gets up from his seat to give the president his respect and speaks first.

“I’m sorry, president, but this isn’t within our ability. We can’t do it.” Kunikida apologised to the president as he bowed.

He’d been looking over every inch of the proposal and couldn’t bring himself to any conclusion but failure.

“I didn’t ask if you could do it. I’m telling you to do it.” Fukuzawa announced to the room. Everyone instinctively nodded under the pressure of the president's commanding voice.

Yosano stood up abruptly from her seat. Often the second to take charge after Kunikida. “President, it isn’t possible. This is suicide.”

She tried to argue her case without seeming rude, but Fukuzawa only sighed as he listened to the complaints of his subordinates.

“The abilities special division seems to think we can do it.” Fukuzawa sighed again and pulled out a folder from under the desk.

Compared to most of their case files, it was rather small. One could almost assume there was nothing inside it at all, but the papers from inside were quickly spread across the table for all to see.

“They’ve given us additional information.”

The detective agency's newest case was of utmost importance to the government, concerning the worrying growth of power within the Port Mafia.

Specifically, the ability user and assassin Akutagawa Ryunosuke and his family started to decimate every corner of the underworld over the past few years. At this point in time, they devastated the underworld as Port Mafia royalty and the mafia’s black dogs.

The thought behind such people, if the government wanted to deal with them, was to find a reputable assassin more capable than the Akutagawa's, but after an unspecified number of failed attempts, it became glaringly obvious that that plan wouldn’t work. No assassin could best them.

Feeling the weight of their brutal defeat and the count of their casualties by the Akutagawa's, the government turned towards the only other people they could think of to deal with this kind of job.

Their backup plan landed in the hands of the detective agency. To meet with the abnormal family and convince them to take sides with the government.

The special divisions unit is sure that the detective agency can somehow convince these assassins, of their own free will, to completely switch their allegiance.

Everyone was fuming at such an unreasonable request they weren’t even allowed to deny. The best they could do at that moment was look at the additional information provided and try not to roll their eyes. They already had the same details on the siblings that were provided.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, male

DOB: March 1st

172 cm

Port Mafia solo assassin, all orders taken directly from executives or higher authorities.

address: Akuatgawa residence

street address: N/A

Akutagawa Gin,???

DOB: February 14th

???cm

Port Mafia black lizard commander

Address: Akutagawa residence

street address: N/A

The information provided by the special division was more or less the same as their initial intelligence, but as they glanced over the papers, they realised there was more going on than they first suspected. There were two extra names.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Akutagawa Gin

Akutagawa-Kyouka Izumi

Akutagawa??? Initial A.A.

Akutagawa-Izumi Kyouka

DOB: November 4th

???cm

Unknown occupation

Address: Akutagawa residence

Street address: N/A

Akutagawa-Kyouka Izumi was formally known as Kyouka Izumi until the age of 14, after her parents were murdered. She disappeared from any record for several months, until her sudden name changed to Akutagawa-Kyouka after being adopted by a fake couple under an alias. Despite this, her public record shows her real name and not the alias of the family that adopted her, as stated on the adoption records.

A.A. (Akutagawa ???)

There is no available identification.

The pure existence of there being a fourth person is plain scepticism born from rumours between mafia members low-ranking and executives alike. At this moment and time, they are a ghost, created by convincing rumours starting a year ago. A Port Mafia squad, under the instruction of Akutagawa, witnessed a mysterious person with a seemingly close relationship to the squad leader take out an enemy organisation on their behalf. No one could see what they looked like due to them being covered in Akuatgawa’s ability, Rashoumon.

If the existence of this person is proven to be true, do not, under any circumstances, approach the dangerous individual. If said rumours are to be trusted, making contact will result in death.

chapter 1/6

This is the calm before the storm.

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does anyone who survived 2010s tumblr not take psychic damage from missing the charging port on their phone or are we all in this together

#no i'm not tagging this with You Know What #fx.p

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Falling For the Devil [Part thirty-five: "The Very Bad Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your day seems to be filled with a terrible bout of bad luck.

You have a monumentally shitty Monday. But you sure are grateful for Matthew Murdock.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.4k

a/n: This one is a sort of comedic installment! You can find the list of installments for this series on tumblr here.

Monday Morning

The loud shriek of a car horn honking woke you, your body startling along your mattress. Eyes flying open, you realized it was already morning judging by the faint light outside of your curtained window. You could hear yelling accompanying the honking on the streets below and you groaned, rolling over onto your other side and burying your face in the pillow. Fucking New York City. All you wanted to do was sleep in on your Sunday morning.

Except yesterday was Sunday…which meant today was Monday and you had work.

Eyes snapping back open again you threw your hand out, grabbing your phone off your nightstand to check the time. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so it had to still be early, right? But as you lifted your phone from off the nightstand, the plug dropped straight out of the charging port. You groaned, realizing you hadn’t properly plugged your phone in last night. Quickly you tapped the screen, but it remained black. Panicking a little, you pushed the button to unlock the screen on the side, but the screen still remained black.

Your phone was dead.

Cursing, you shoved the cord back into your phone and impatiently waited the minute for it to start back up as it finally received power. Your eyes widened in horror at the time on the display–you had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get to the office before you were late.

Throwing the sheets off of you, you flung your legs over the side of your bed in a hurry before racing to your closet and grabbing a pair of dress pants and a blouse. Frantically you changed, throwing your clothes on like a madwoman. Afterwards, you nearly sprinted to your bathroom and ran the brush through your hair, cringing when you roughly combed through a few knots–you didn’t have time to be gentle or fix your hair this morning.

Tossing the brush onto the vanity counter, you quickly grabbed your toothbrush and proceeded to do a rapid but fairly thorough brush of your teeth before haphazardly spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth. With an irritated sigh you grabbed your mouthwash off the counter, figuring you’d use some for good measure to make up for the quick brushing. As you opened the lid and went to turn the bottle over and pour some into the cap, the mouthwash abruptly gushed out of the container and the blue liquid splashed over your hands, forearms, and the front of your blouse. Cursing again, you downed a bit of the mouthwash, swirling it around in your mouth as you tried to clean up the mess and clean off your hands and arms. You were going to smell intensely like mint all day now, but you’d at least have a minute to change your shirt.

Spitting out the mouthwash, you washed off your face and left the bathroom. You were tugging your shirt over your head as you crossed the hall back to your bedroom, discarding the mouthwash covered blouse onto your bedroom floor before you dug through your closet. Of course you’d forgotten to do laundry, too distracted by Matt and his goddamn charm and glorious body half the weekend. You took the first thing you grabbed off of a hanger and threw it on, grabbing a cardigan to toss on over it for good measure. You turned, about to head out of your room, but paused just at the threshold, laughing bitterly to yourself as you turned back around. Making your way over to your nightstand, you snatched your phone and your charging cord from it, glaring at the little device.

“Nice try, asshole,” you muttered to your phone, as if it was somehow to blame for your horrible morning.

Exiting your apartment a minute later bundled in your winter coat, you were practically sprinting down the hallway to catch the elevator before the doors shut and it descended. At this rate you were already about to be late to work, you couldn’t afford to wait for the elevator to make it to the first floor and come back up. So when the doors closed on you just when you were a foot away from them, the woman inside making disinterested eye contact with you in your distress but refusing to hold the door, you almost screamed.

You’d have to take the stairs down multiple flights.

Pushing your way through the door on your left, you began your trek down the few flights of stairs, winded shortly after you began. Every few steps you’d mutter an angry ‘fuck’ and curse yourself for not making sure your phone had been properly plugged in last night before you’d gone to bed.

By the time you made it out of your building, you realized it was snowing pretty hard. Because why wouldn’t you have to briskly walk through something akin to a blizzard on this monumentally shitty Monday? With a huff, you began your trek through the slush on the sidewalk, your work flats slipping and sliding on occasion. Had you woken up early and been able to check the weather outside, you’d have been smart enough to wear your boots.

A minute into your walk and you heard your phone ringing in your pocket. With a frustrated grumble you fished the barely charged phone from your pocket and answered the call without even looking. You assumed it was Ellison wondering where the hell you were.

“Yeah?” you answered, your frustration apparent in your tone.

“You sound chipper,” Matt teased.

So thankfully not Ellison chewing you out for your tardiness. Small mercies.

“I’m having the world’s worst bout of bad luck this morning,” you grumbled into the phone, feet once again sliding along on the sidewalk.

“I doubt it’s that bad,” Matt said.

“My phone was dead so my alarm didn’t go off,” you vented to him. “I’m lucky traffic woke me up when it did. My phone is still barely charged, and I smell like mouthwash because I accidentally spilled it all over myself. Not to mention I completely forgot to do laundry this weekend so my choice of work clothes was limited. I’m very late for work right now. I had to run down multiple flights of stairs because some people don’t have the common courtesy to hold an elevator, not to mention I’m now walking through the beginning of a damn blizzard in dress flats, and I haven’t had any coffee. I’m going to have to settle for that sludge in the breakroom.”

“Okay,” Matt amended gently, “so maybe you haven’t had the best start to your Monday, but I’m sure it’ll turn around.”

“I’m pretty sure once I get to the office Ellison isn’t going to be too pleased,” you replied. “I don’t even have time to grab him a coffee to butter him–”

Yelping in surprise, your feet slipped on a patch of ice and slid out from underneath you. With a hard thud you fell straight on your left hip, hissing in pain as you hit the pavement. The foot traffic continued, skirting around your place on the sidewalk. Your eyes snapped shut as you fought down your frustration, trying hard not to cry on the sidewalk. Grinding your teeth together, you rose carefully back up to your feet, vaguely aware of Matt’s panicked voice on the line. You were positive you’d have a giant bruise later, especially with how much your hip already hurt.

And you had a cold, wet spot on your dress pants now, too.

“Sweetheart? You there?” Matt’s concerned voice came over the line when you held the phone back up to your ear.

“Yup,” you ground out, grudgingly continuing the block you still had left to the office. “Just fell on a patch of ice.”

“Are you alright?” he asked quickly.

“Considering the day I’m having,” you grumbled, “I guess I’m lucky I didn’t break anything.”

“See?” Matt tried to joke. “There’s a silver lining.”

“Except my pants are all cold and wet,” you said with a sigh. Your left hand reached out to adjust your purse strap, but your eyes went wide when you realized you forgot to grab your purse. “Fucking hell,” you muttered.

“What? Matt asked.

“I forgot my purse,” you told him. “Guess I’m not ordering any coffee or lunch today. Best Monday ever.”

Monday Afternoon

Head buried in your arms on your desk, you tried your best to enjoy the silence of the office. There was a headache pounding in your skull from the terrible day you’d been having along with the lack of any real caffeine. Your hip from where you’d fallen earlier wasn’t feeling too great, either.

Currently, almost everyone was out for lunch or working on a story leaving you mostly alone. And you had the unfortunate luck to have been given the fluff piece covering the new ice cream shop opening up in Hell’s Kitchen because you’d shown up almost fifteen minutes late to work this morning.

Groaning, you shifted your head along your arms when you got a whiff of the yogurt Katy had accidentally spilled in your hair when you’d ran into her earlier. You had tried to rinse it off in the women’s bathroom, but you could certainly still smell it lingering. And mixed with the minty mouthwash that seemed like it had seeped into your skin since this morning, it made you want to gag.

“Uh, hello?”

Your head popped up from your desk, brows furrowing. You didn’t recognize that voice. Rising from your chair, you startled what appeared to be a delivery person carrying a bag of food and a coffee. You muttered a quick apology and he waved it off with a smile.

“I was actually looking for a…” he began, pausing and reading your name off of his phone.

“That’s me,” you said slowly, confused. “But I didn’t order anything.”

“It says here that a Matthew Murdock ordered this to be delivered to you? At this address?” the man answered, glancing up from his phone.

Shoulders sagging as a small smile drew over your mouth, you made your way around the cubicles towards the young man. He held out the bag towards you and you accepted it, though you cleared your throat awkwardly immediately afterwards.

“I uh, don’t happen to have anything on me for a tip,” you awkwardly admitted.

“Oh, that was already taken care of in the app when he placed the order,” the guy told you. “Don’t worry about it. Have a good day!”

Wishing the man a good day back, you turned, heading back to your desk and shaking your head. As you sat down in your desk chair, you quickly took a sip of coffee–and you recognized that halfway decent coffee immediately. Eagerly opening the takeout bag, you were hit with the delicious smell of that grilled cheese and fries Matt knew you loved from the diner near your office. Picking up your phone, you quickly found Matt’s number and called him. The phone rang three times before he answered, greeting you with your name.

“So I’m pretty sure you have far surpassed boyfriend of the year,” you said.

Matt laughed, the sound bright and warm over your phone. It immediately drew a larger smile across your face.

“I take it you got my delivery?” Matt asked.

“Yes and thank you,” you told him. “You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it, Matt.”

“Ah well, couldn’t exactly have my damsel in distress starving and under-caffeinated on her terrible Monday, could I?” he teased. “I figured that grilled cheese would help turn your day around.”

“I think you’ve reached sainthood today,” you joked, grabbing the cup of coffee and bringing it to your mouth. “Everyone will forever celebrate December fifth with grilled cheese and coffee in your honor.”

He laughed again as you took a sip of coffee, pleased that you were the one able to get him to laugh like that. Though as you went to set the coffee down on your desk, your hand bumped the armrest of your chair and you accidentally spilled some onto your dress pants. Your eyes narrowed at the little coffee stain, glaring at it.

“Well sweetheart, that sounds like blasphemy, but I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he teased. “So has your day turned around at all?”

“Besides your unexpected and welcome little delivery? No,” you answered him with a sigh. “I was incredibly late to work. Ellison wasn’t thrilled so now I’m covering that new ice cream shop opening. And I now smell like Katy’s yogurt on top of the mouthwash from this morning because I literally ran into her and somehow managed to get an entire spoonful in my hair.”

“How’s your hip doing?” he asked curiously.

“Bruised,” you replied as Matt made a sympathetic noise. “It hurts like hell. Checked on it earlier when I was washing the yogurt out of my hair and there’s definitely a huge bruise forming.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Matt said. “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight after work? I’ll be done at the office early today, we don’t have much going on. I’ll try to make your night better?”

You pulled a fry out of the takeout bag and nibbled a bite of it. “I’d love to, Matt, but I desperately need to do laundry. You distracted me all weekend and I didn’t get it done.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining about anything this weekend,” Matt whispered over the line, his tone low and somehow managing to raise the hair along your arms. He quickly cleared his throat before adding on, “Besides, you’ve got clean work clothes at my place. Stay the night, do laundry tomorrow.”

“Hmm,” you hummed over the line, chewing the rest of the fry. “I did forget I had clothes there…”

“See?” he said quickly. “Come over after work. I’ll fix whatever bad day you’re having.”

Smiling, you felt your resolve quickly fading. “Alright, alright,” you caved. “I’ll come over. But tomorrow I really need to focus on laundry after work.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Matt replied enthusiastically. “I’ll see you in a few hours, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you too, Matty,” you said.

Hanging up, you set your phone on the desk before focusing on the lunch Matt had ordered for you. You hurried to pull the food out of the bag, knowing your lunch break was almost over and you needed to focus on that article for Ellison. Pulling out a ketchup packet for the fries, you opened it–but the ketchup squirted everywhere over your dress pants. You sat there for a minute in a mixture of disbelief and irritation, holding the now empty ketchup packet in the air above your lap.

“You have got to be kidding me!” you groaned out.

Monday Evening

Trudging down Matt’s hallway towards his door, you were carrying your soaked dress flats in your hand with a frown on your face. Your hip was absolutely killing you, the bruise having gotten worse at the end of the day. And since you didn’t have your purse, you didn’t have money for a cab and you’d had to walk back to Matt’s through the snow.

The rest of your afternoon had continued to go downhill after you’d finished the lunch Matt had ordered you. Your computer had somehow malfunctioned, completely erasing your almost finished article and forcing you to rewrite it from memory–and you knew it wasn’t nearly as good, even if it was just a fluff piece. In the office meeting Ellison had called for the afternoon, you’d somehow managed to grab the pen that decided to explode ink all over your hands. You still hadn’t been able to wash it off. To top your entire afternoon off, you’d briefly gotten stuck in the elevator on your way out of work, taking up a frustrating extra fifteen minutes.

Exhausted, you reached a hand out to knock against Matt’s front door, but it quickly swung open before you had a chance. Your hand lowered to your side as Matt stood before you, dressed in a white tee-shirt and black sweatpants, an affectionate smile on his face that reached his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted you warmly, stepping aside to let you in. He made a face as you passed him, nose scrunching. “Wow, you do smell like mouthwash and yogurt. And…ketchup?”

Your shoulders sagged as you set your shoes down by the front door. Matt’s head tilted to the side as he closed the door after you.

“Why do you smell like ink?” he asked curiously.

“A pen exploded on me,” you deadpanned.

He exhaled a rough breath, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you down the entry hall. “You really did have a bad day, didn’t you?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you grumbled.

“Well,” Matt said as he led you to the living room, which was when you noticed what he’d been up to in the kitchen, “I made us dinner. It’s almost done, so if you’d like to go grab a shower and get comfortable, it should be done by then.” He quickly held up a hand before he added, “Oh, and it turns out you’d actually left your purse here. I put it on the coffee table so you wouldn’t forget it.” A small smile slid onto his face as he said softly, “The uh, the flowers on the table are for you, too. I mean, obviously since I can’t quite appreciate them. Though I do find lamb’s ear oddly soft.”

Swallowing hard, your gaze slid to the table behind him. In the center was a beautiful vase of white anemone and garden roses surrounded by lamb’s ear leaves and a few white hypericum berries. He’d clearly gone to a nice florist for those and spent a pretty penny. You felt tears sting at your eyes as your attention returned to Matt, his head shifting to the side a bit.

“Sweetheart?” he asked carefully.

Wordlessly you crossed the few feet between the pair of you, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his chest. Instantly, as if instinctual, Matt’s strong arms encircled your shoulders, his chin lowering to rest on the top of your head. A few large tears slipped out of your eyes, dampening the soft fabric of his shirt beneath your face.

“My entire day has been exhaustingly awful,” you spoke into his shirt, voice muffled by the fabric, “until right now.” You squeezed him harder, eyes clamping shut as you tried to somehow bring him even closer to yourself. “I love you, Matt.”

He whispered your name before shifting atop your head, his lips kissing your hair. “I love you, too.”

You huffed out a sigh, eyes still closed. “So how terrible do I smell?” you asked him.

“Well, I mean it’s uh, it’s not that you smell bad , sweetheart,” Matt began lightly, “it’s just…you smell like a lot of different things. And it’s–”

“Bad,” you cut him off, laughing a little against him. “I smell fucking awful to you, I’m sure. I smell pretty gross to myself,” you said, turning to rest your ear against his chest as your tears slowed to a stop. “There’s mouthwash on my arms and old yogurt in my hair. And ketchup dried all over my pants along with some coffee. And like an entire ballpoint pen dried on my hands.”

“I mean it’s certainly quite the–” he fought back a laugh, “–interesting fragrance.”

You smiled as you felt his shoulders lightly shaking against you. “I’ll go shower,” you told him.

“I’ll have dinner done by the time you are,” he assured you.

With a sigh you squeezed your arms around him one more time. “Thank you, Matt,” you whispered. “You made my day brighter.”

One of his arms unwrapped itself from you, his hand gingerly tilting your face up towards his as he gazed back down at you. “You always brighten my days, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just returning the favor.”

Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly and you melted into his strong, solid body. Somehow he always made you feel safe. Always made you feel better.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his hand tenderly tucking some of your hair behind your ear, you briefly wondered what it would actually look like to see him wearing a tux like he had at Marci and Foggy’s wedding, standing at the end of the aisle and waiting for you with that same smile on his face he had right now. The mental image had your knees weak and your pulse jumping.

“What?” Matt asked curiously.

“Nothing,” you whispered, smiling. “I’ll uh, I’ll just go grab that shower before dinner.”

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