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bloomries · 1 year

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WHEN DID YOU WAKE UP!?

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : sweet confessions when you were supposed to be asleep.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings : gn! reader, mutual pining/crushing stages.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── blossom notes : another repost! same thing happened i tried to edit it and noticed too late that it messed everything up! :(

LUCIFER

Lucifer sighs. He would usually get very, very upset if someone were to fall asleep a few minutes into one of his lectures and proceed to punish them in a harsher way, but he can hardly stay too mad at you. He walks over to where you head lays on his desk, your eyes shut. You looked peaceful.

Lucifer is aware of how hard you’ve been studying, thus he doesn’t bother to wake you— he’ll just continue his lecture once you awake. For now? For now he’ll admire your serene beauty.

“Mmhm,” He hums aloud, brushing some hair out of your face. Your skin feels electric as his finger gently glides across your cheekbone. Would it be a bad time to wake up from your ‘nap’? You keep your eyes closed as Lucifer continues on. “You make it hard to stay mad, what another glorious feat you’ve managed, my dear.”

My dear? My dear!? Your heartbeat spikes, and you hope Lucifer doesn’t notice. Instead you hear him clear his throat, before you feel a hand on your back.

“I can’t have my favorite exchange student sleeping like this, so allow me to carry you to bed.” Lucifer picks you up, and proceeds to do just as he said. He’s carrying you to his bed. It’s hard not to panic, and so your eyes open alert and awake. He doesn’t notice until he feels your grip tighten on his shoulder, looking down to meet your horrified gaze.

“Uh- Uhm, I can- I can explain-” Lucifer cuts you off as he finished setting you on his bed, his body quickly turning to face away from you. Had you been observant enough, you’d notice the pink tinging his ears and the slight crack in his voice as he spoke.

“How much… How much did you hear exactly?”

“All of it…” You admit in a shamed tone, head hanging. Lucifer, after collecting himself, turns around and looks at your pitiful posture— he hopes you’re not expecting him to pity you. Not after such an embarrassing moment.

“Don’t think just because I’m not upset about you falling asleep doesn’t mean I’m not upset about the other thing.” Lucifer clarifies, “and since you’re awake, I’ll continue with my lecture.” And with that, he does.

MAMMON

“’m hooome~” Mammon exclaimed in a sing-song voice as he threw open the door to your room. “Let me tell ya somethin’, if I wasn’t in dire need for money, I’d quit this damn job-… Hey, you awake?” Mammon had swung his jacket off somewhere in your room as he made his way to your bed, only stopping when you didn’t move or respond.

In truth, you were awake, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to close your eyes and fall into an peaceful slumber, but this loud mouth seemed to interrupt just that. And so, you didn’t open your eyes, even as he poke your cheek, because as much as you adore him, you’d hope he’d get the hint and leave.

But he didn’t. Mammon let out an annoyed huff, continuing to poke at your cheeks for a little longer before laying down beside you, staring up at your ceiling. “If your not awake, who ’m I supposed to talk to?” He whines.

Well, you certainly weren’t going to get any sleep any time soon, so you planned on opening your eyes and chatting with him until he was satisfied, only for him to start speaking some rather interesting words.

“Ugh, only you could look this good sleeping. Gotta admit, ’m impressed… That sounded kinda creepy, sorry…” He lets out another groan, throwing his head back against your pillow. “Damn it, why do I always say such dumb things 'round you, I swear if I didn’t have some massive crush on ya, you’d be fallin’ all over me.” He curses, “I’m like, a total casanova, y'know? And-” As Mammon rolls over to his side to face you in his one-sided argument, he lets out the most unholy, high-pitched scream, falling off his bed upon seeing your open eyes.

“Wha- When did ya-”

“Could you go back to the part where you have a massive crush on me?” You can’t help but tease, leaning over to get closer to him only for him to quickly turn his head to the side, bashful all of a sudden.

“Well… So ya heard all of that, then?” Aw, how cute. Mercy will be given, you suppose.

“Mmhm, and now if you just close your eyes, I’ll confess too.”

LEVIATHAN

What time was it even? Your eyes burn from agreeing to do a late night videogame tournament with Leviathan, staying up much later than you two intended. You tilt your head back against your gaming chair, closing your eyes. You were only going to close them for a few seconds, but you ended up dozing off.

Several minutes passed by before you woke up, although you kept your eyes closed, still a little groggy from your ten minute power nap.

“Did you see that-” The creak of Leviathan’s old gamer chair squeaked as he turned to look at you, only to see you having passed out— he did think it was weird the game had snoring sounds but maybe that was you!

Levi pouts instantly, his hands lowering to his lap as he stares at your sleeping form. Meanwhile you’re debating on scaring him or pretending to sleep to piss him off— neither happen right away though, as Leviathan reaches over and takes your headphone set off.

“You should’ve told me you were tired. Winning isn’t as fun if it’s not with you.” He mumbled, turning back around to power off his games, but you couldn’t hold your urge to tease him any longer and let out an 'awwwww’ which causes him to nearly jump out of his skin!

“When did you-!?” Leviathan cuts himself off, his face igniting in a comically bright red blush. “What did you hear?” He hisses out, already beginning to curl in on himself. “Y- You’re the worst!” He whines into his knees, holding on to them tightly.

“Wait, no,” You panic, leaning forward and unwrapping him from himself. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. I thought it was sweet, honest.” He doesn’t meet your eye, staring at his Ruri-Chan pajama pants. The silence grows heavier with each passing second, and you know you need to do something to lighten the mood.

“I, er… Well, I also think winning isn’t as fun, if its not with you.” You offer sheepishly, “Actually, doing anything isn’t as fun if I’m not doing it with you!” Your bold exclamation, one Leviathan basically takes as a straightforward declaration of love, makes him snap his eyes up to meet yours before he feels faint.

“I- I think we should… should head to bed…” He can already feel a nosebleed coming on. “Just please don’t say anymore cringy stuff, okay?” You agree, helping him to his bathtub before leaving for the night. No more late night videogame sessions for a while.

SATAN

Satan doesn’t blame you, this cat café was incredibly calming and he’d be lying if he said he never accidentally took a little snooze on the bean bag chairs whilst a cat purred softly on his chest. He snapped a picture of you asleep with several cats on top of and surrounding you, he would definitely cherish it forever (maybe even secretly make it his lockscreen).

“Aw, you two are so cute! Are you two dating?” A random customer asked, having seen the way Satan was admiring you with such a soft expression. Satan chuckles nervously, glancing over at you. He seems to miss the slight twitch of your hand or eyebrow.

“No, not yet. I’d like to though.” The customer makes a sad sound— you relate, mentally, also rather sad at this fact before focusing on the fact that he admitted he’d like to date you. The customer asks why you two aren’t together yet if it’s so obvious he likes you, and although Satan doesn’t exactly like strangers prying in to his personal life, he can’t help but answer.

“I’m not sure how they feel about me… I’d like to know before I potentially make things awkward.” The strangers curiosity seems to be sated, and with that, leaves him be. He glances at you again, and notices the light sheen of sweat on your brow and the twitching of your lids and lips. You weren’t as subtle as you thought you were.

“Are you awake?” Satan asks, waiting. When you don’t move, well not vigorously, Satan sighs. “I know you’re awake.”

You now peek open an eye, smiling in a guilty manner. “Ha, you caught me…” You clear your throat, “We should probably head back home soon, don’t want it getting to la-”

“Please don’t dance around the subject. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t need to fear rejecting me. I will try to push aside my feelings and-”

“No!” You cut him off before he can continue, startling several cats. You apologize to them, before returning your attention to a slightly surprised Satan. “I like you, too.”

“Oh.” Satan’s tense features relax into a pleasant smile. “Then shall we discuss this further when we get back home?”

ASMODEUS

“And then I said- Oh! How rude!” Asmodeus tsks, shaking his head as he lays eyes upon your slumbering body. “Or is it perhaps that my voice is just so soothing you couldn’t help but fall asleep? If that’s the case, then I don’t blame you~”

You did happen to fall asleep— what did he expect? He made you carry his shopping bags around all day! You didn’t mean to do it whilst he was in the middle of talking but sleep sort of just took over.

It wasn’t until he gasped upon noticing you asleep did you wake back up, although still hazy with sleep, your heavy eyelids remaining closed.

You weakly call his name, trying to let him know you were awake, but he mistakes it for sleep talk. He coos, and you’re too tired to put up a fight so you just continue to let him think you’re asleep. “Aw, do you love me that much? Saying my name in your sleep! You’re just too cute!”

Asmodeus is then quiet, quiet for much too long. You stir a bit, but remain otherwise in the same position. He sighs, his knuckles brushing against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your forehead. A sweet, chaste, featherlight kiss against your forehead, and he’s pulling back, admiring you.

“Can I be honest with you, for just a moment?” His voice is missing its usual airy, lightheartedness. “I think I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a long time…” He adverts his eyes to his well manicured nails, fighting the urge to pick at them out of anxiety. “I doubt you’d believe me though, everyone would easily mistake it as typical Asmo flirty behavior… But I do mean it. I’m… I’m in love with you.”

Well… You’re wide awake now. Your heart is racing in your chest, a heat rising to your cheeks. Even your hands have begun to grow clammy at his confession.

Asmodeus lets out a light sigh, a hand resting over his chest. “Ah, that felt good to get out.” Asmodeus hums, looking up at his ceiling. “Perhaps next time I’ll try confessing to you when you’re awake.”

Unable to truly let him know you’re awake (and saving him from any possible embarrassment), you decide to wait for the real confession, which happens only a week later. And the real confession? It was even better.

BEELZEBUB

“Hm? Oh, an 'after-meal’ nap.” Beelzebub mumbles to himself as he looks over at your figure splayed on the chair, you two just coming back from a nice meal out. “I get that, I’ll join you.” Once again he’s talking to himself. He finds himself sitting on the couch near you, the fire crackling setting a nice, serene mood and allowing him to feel the haze of sleep blanket over him.

“Mmm, this is nice… We should do this more often…” He shifts, trying to get comfier. “Whenever I’m with you… is nice though… I like being… around you…” His words slur together near the end, a sleepy mess, although you’re not. You bolt upwards as soon as you hear the first snore escape him, looking at him frantically.

What does that mean? He likes being around you? It’s nice being with you? Was that some kind of confession? You’re dying to understand, and curse yourself for not making it known you were awake the entire time earlier. Crawling over to where he lays on the couch, you come face-to-face with him.

“Beel? Psst, Beel…” You poke his cheek repeatedly, his hand lazily swatting at your hand, “Please explain, what did you mean by 'I like being around you.’” Beel stirs only a little, but not much. Still very much asleep. You whine, wondering if you should shake him awake instead, only for his arm to wrap around your back and pull you closer towards him.

“B- Beelzebub!” You squeak out in surprise, especially when he turns around and brings you with him. It was like you were a stuffed animal rather than a whole human! You swallow thickly, trying to fight back the racing of your heart or the urge to caress his face.

“Ah, please wake up Beel…”

Once again, he does not wake up. You sigh, resting your head against his chest and closing your eyes. Well, it was useless to try and wake him, you’ll just ask later when he is awake.

Except, unknown to you, Beelzebub is also very much awake and just too embarrassed to face you— he can’t believe you heard him say all that! He’s never been a guy to overthink things, but right now his mind is racing with a thousand thoughts. Mainly on how to properly confess to you when he 'wakes up.’

BELPHEGOR

Yeah, sadly this is very unlikely to happen because Belphegor doesn’t bother talking to your sleeping body and prefers to just sleep alongside you. However, he most certainly has been in this situation reverse.

You stare down at his sleeping figure, curled up in his blankets, his tail curled around him. He looks impossibly comfortable, and the need to cuddle with him grows with each passing breath. But how much more of this platonic cuddling can you withstand? Your heart is racing, and sleeping is getting harder to do.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” Is the first thing Belphegor hears from you. Surprisingly awake, not-so-surprisingly not making it known. Belphegor hadn’t even done anything yet, grumbling inside his head about what could’ve caused your sour attitude. Just shut up and go to sleep, will you?

“Just tell me that you like me already!” You groan, pulling at your hair as you fall back against a pillow. Or don’t shut up, actually Belphegor wants to urge you to continue on. “Liking you is a very special kind of torture, you know? You make no signs if you like me one way or another…” You glance over at him, sighing. He’s too dang cute for you to stay mad though, so you shimmy down so you’re laying beside him.

“If only you’d wake up and just say 'I like you too,’ then maybe I could finally get back to sleeping like a normal person and-”

Missing the happy swaying of his tail, Belphegor peaks an eye open and a smug grin appears on his features.

“I like you too.” His voice is hoarse with sleep, and he lazily wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. “I like you too, so will you please be quiet now. I’m trying to sleep.”

“Y- You heard-”

“Yes, yes, I heard everything.” Belphegor so clearly amused by this whole situation that it irks you to some degree. “And I did mean it, I’m not just telling you so you’ll be quiet. Do you understand?” Bashfully, you nod. Yes, you understand. He made it very clear.

“Good. Now let’s nap… and try not to stare too hard at my face next time, 'kay?” Belphie just couldn’t help but tease.

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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greynatomy · 3 months

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unexpected

katie mccabe x reader

this was requested from wp

kinda made caitlin as the ‘bad guy’ but it’s for the plot

i also updated my rules for requesting and added the footballer who i’ll take requests for

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Another day, another training done for the Arsenal women’s team. Katie sat on the sidelines, catching her breath and winding down from the scrimmage. As she’s drinking from her bottle, a shadow casts over her.

“Hi, Katie.”

“Caitlin.” She acknowledges the Australian.

“Uh, well, I was wondering if you wanted to try this restaurant I found last week?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. They have really amazing food. So?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell the team.”

“No, wait.” She tries to clear up her intentions, but Katie already walked away. “Great.”

Two hours later, the whole team had met at ‘Sapori’ and waited at the front of the building for everyone to show up.

“Hey.”

Looking to her left, she see’s Caitlin shuffling closer to her.

“Hi.”

“This is a really great restaurant. The ambiance is amazing so I’m glad you’re here to try it out.” Caitlin breaks the moment of awkwardness.

Katie’s lips form a tight smile. “Yeah, I’ve only heard great things.”

“Alright, let’s head in.” They heard Leah say as everyone that could make it has finally shown up.

It took a while for everyone to figure out where ghey want to sit, but they made it work. Katie took her place at one end of the table, Caitlin taking place on her left side.

Conversations were flowing freely, everyone with a smile on their face. Katie was chatting it up with Beth and Viv when she feels a hand delicately going up and down her arm, making her flinch her arm away.

“What’re you doin’?” Katie snaps, eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, just wanted your attention.” Caitlin frowns.

“Okay.” She slowly nods. “Just don’t do that again.”

The food came out soon after, everyone hungry and diggin in.

“Sorry, excuse me? We didn’t order these.” Leah spoke up when extra dishes were placed on the table. Katie didn’t care, she dug into all that she could reach.

“These are just some dishes that the owner would like you all to try.”

“Well, please thank her for us.”

Everyone was in their own little groups talking about anything and everything at the same time. A couple of moments go by when Katie feels small hands on her thighs. Looking down she sees a little girl who seems to try and get onto her lap. So what does she do? she helps the girl up, getting her comfortable on her lap and wrapping an arm around her.

Said child, once content on Katie’s lap, grabs the fork and starts eating the food in front of her. Katie occasionally wipes her mouth with a napkin, the child unbothered by it.

Too occupied in helping the kid eat, she doesn’t see the looks on her friends’ faces. The group silently observes Katie and the kid, seeing how comfortable they are with each other.

The kid turns in Katie’s lap, hands going on both cheeks pulling her close. Katie thinks she’s going for a kiss so she leans down, except instead of a kiss, the gnocchi that was once in the kid’s mouth, was now in Katie’s.

“Ugh, Em! Not again.” She spits it out, wiping her mouth after. All Emmy does is laugh and goes back to eating. A couple of throats can be heard clearing, making Katie look up to see all her friends staring at her. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got a child on your lap.”

“Ye’ and?”

“Who’s child is that?”

“Completely hers.” A voice speaks up before Katie could answer. “She’s a menace and gets it from her mammy.”

“Mamma! Io mangio!”

“I can see! You’ve got sauce all over your face.” You wipe her face with a napkin. “How are you guys enjoying everything?” You ask the group.

“Oh, it’s amazing! Best thing I’ve ever eaten!” Beth exclaims.

“Who are you?” Caitlin asks.

“I am the owner of Sapori, Y/N McCabe. So nice to meet all of you. And yes, I know the last name isn’t Italian, but I just so happened to fall for an Irish.”

“Oi! Don’t make it seem like that’s a bad thing.”

“Oi!” Emmy echos.

“Wait!” Kyra says very loudly. “McCabe? So does that mean Katie’s your—”

“—Wife? Yes, unfortunately.”

“You’re beeing cheeky. Stop it.” She boops your nose.

You start to pick up some of the empty plates, giving everyone a smile.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’re you doin’?”

“I’m gonna take these back?”

“You’re not allowed to carry anything!”

“Katie, babe. I’m pregnant, not crippled. Plus, I’m barely even showing.”

“Aww, you’re pregnant?” Kyra goes to touch your stomach, but her hand gets smacked away by Katie.

“Katie! Be nice. And yes, I am.”

As the rest of the team fusses over Emmy and your belly, Caitlin decides to speak to Katie.

“So, you’re married?”

“Yup.”

“Why’d you make it seem like you were interested in me.” Katie didn’t know if she was being serious or not, but started laughing out loud.

“I don’t know what you’re on about mate. Probably just a figment of your imagination.”

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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Kissing in the Rain

Summary: Rafe picks reader up from a date and let’s her complain about all the sleazy things he did and when he gets angry and jealous they get in an argument, but as he drives her home it starts raining really bad and they have to pull over. They get a motel room and things get a little too heated.

Warnings: none

Notes: this was another request, but it was anonymous so I don’t know who sent it :( but whoever did thank you!!

It was 12am and your date had taken you to a party, one were he left you all alone and you found him making out with, not one, but two girls.

You didn’t even bother confronting him.

You simply stepped outside and dialed the one person you knew you could always rely on. Rafe.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Rafe, ca-can you come pick me up?”

“Ar-are you okay? Where are you”

“I’ll send you my address”

You sit and wait and see Rafes truck pull up.

“Get in” he says as he reaches over from inside the truck and opens your door.

“Thanks for coming” you awkwardly say as he drives away.

“No problem, but uh… I thought you were on a date.” He says the last word a bit to harshly. “What happened?”

“Ugh, don’t even get me started. I don’t know why I even decided to go out with him, my friend said he was a catch.” You snort as you remember what you caught him doing “I’m just glad I got away without a fight”

Rafe nods as he listens to you.

“You know, I don’t think you should be dating. Especially so soon”

You roll your eyes as Rafe brings up JJ, your most recent boyfriend.

“Rafe. Don’t start”

“I’m serious y/n, I warned you about him too. You just don’t listen, you shouldn’t be with a guy like him you should be -“ he cuts himself off and your about to ask him what he was gonna say when it starts pouring.

“Ah shit, I can’t see anything” he groans as he turns on his high beams but it’s still no use “I think we have to pull over”

Rafe pulls into the closest building to us, a motel.

“Weather app says it won’t stop raining till morning.”

“Maybe we should get a room” you suggest “I’m pretty tired and we really should continue this conversation when your not driving”

Rafe nods and you both get out of the car and head inside.

Your sopping wet as you both enter the room.

“I’m gonna shower” you announce

Before you walk off Rafe tugs your arm

“Y/n. What I was gonna say earlier-“

“Rafe, stop. You don’t -“

“I love you” he says

You laugh a little as you look into his eyes. Once you see he is serious your smile disappears.

“Rafe..”

“Y/n I’m serious. I know you feel it too, don’t try to deny it! Why do you think it never worked with any of those guys?”

He walks toward you and you don’t move. Instead your eyes are locked with his, occasionally dropping down to his lips.

He’s right. You’ve liked him for some time now. Who are you kidding, you’ve loved him since you first laid eyes on him.

“Tell me to stop”

His hands grip your waist and pull you in.

You place your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound.

Water droplets falls off your hair and running down your cheeks.

“Tell me to stop and I will” he whisperes as he pressing his forehead to yours and leans his lips closer.

He smirks at your silence as he finally dips down and fully captures your lips with his.

He kisses you like your his breath of oxygen, like he’s drowning and your his only supply of air. He heals your soul with his kiss.

You both start slowly undressing each others, lips still entangled.

He leads you to the bathroom and props you up on the counter, pulling away only to start the shower.

He smiles as he walks back to you and cups your face. He pecks your lips and picks you up, placing you down in the shower.

“Let me show you just why I’m the only one you’ll ever need”

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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meet him halfway

Genre/Tropes: Unestablished relationship. No notable ones!!

Summary: Kalim catches onto Jamil's little crush on you (it's more than that) and Jamil denies it because there's no way the two of you could ever end together (even though you want to.)

Author's Comments: This is loosely based on the song "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules. I stared with the intention of Kalim being more insistent (and taking the role of the muses) but then it turned into this.

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“Are you packing extra food for the Prefect again?”

Jamil winced at the loud voice as Kalim popped up over his shoulder, watching as he chopped up the meat he was using for Kalim’s lunch.

“No. And don’t say again, I never have. They can feed themselves.” he hissed, brow furrowing as he continued chopping.

“Aww, okay. You just always end up giving them the second box so I thought-”

“I make one for myself, too. Don’t think too much of it.” he said, “I’m only required to make your meals. I do not do such things for the Prefect.”

“Really? Because I thought you liked them!” Kalim responded.

WHAT?

Jamil jumped, whirling around to face him. He couldn’t wipe the annoyed glare off his face as Kalim blinked at him innocently.

How did he figure it out?!

“It’s nothing like that.” he sighed, shaking his head, “I have to make lunch for myself, you know. It has nothing to do with them.”

“Are you sure?” Kalim asked, looking very puzzled, “Because you smile a lot when you talk to them and they’re always in the kitchen with you during our parties instead of hanging out with everyone else. They’ve even told me about how you taught them to cook stuff from our home- Mmph!”

Jamil placed a hand over Kalim’s mouth, effectively cutting off his train of thought. This was bad. If Kalim knew about his feelings for you, there was no telling who else knew. If that annoying octopus from Octavinelle figured it out Jamil would be in a world of trouble.

How irritating.

“Don’t say such senseless things.” he hissed, releasing Kalim, “I have no feelings for the Prefect whatsoever. Has anyone else been talking about this baseless rumor?”

“No…I just thought you might like someone.” Kalim pouted, “I got excited because I like the Prefect and I wanted an excuse to throw parties for them-”

“Well, I don’t. Now go away. I won’t get your lunch prepared at this point.” Jamil shooed him away, knowing full well he would have had his lunch ready regardless.

“Okay! But I invited them over, so if you want to say hi you can!” Kalim beamed, scurrying out of the kitchen before Jamil could yell at him.

Was he serious?! Ugh, now he had to deal with you too.

Jamil rolled his eyes before getting back to work, hoping he could finish his duties before you arrived. If he could get Kalim his lunch and make sure he had all his things and walk Kalim to his class and then get to his without running into you, it would be the ideal morning.

With the way he talked about you, one would think he hated you.

That conclusion would be better than thinking he liked you.

He sped up his pace, not missing a beat as he finished up the two lunchboxes (one of which was totally for him. Giving it to you didn’t even cross his mind, because why in the world would he do that?)

“Jamil?” you called his name, opening the door to the kitchen, “Are you in here?”

“Yes.” he responded, mentally kicking himself for letting you know where he was even though it’d be suspicious to hide from you.

“Hey!” you caught his gaze, beaming as you shut the door behind you, “Is Kalim giving you trouble again? I can get his stuff together for you.”

“It’s fine. I can handle it.” he shot you a smile, hoping that would be enough to end the conversation.

It was you, though. Of course you kept talking.

“Of course you can. I just don’t want to get too stressed out.” you sighed, sounding upset that he hadn’t let you help.

“...If you could help walk Kalim to his next class, that would be a big help.” he mumbled, turning his head towards you for the first time since you came in.

Your face was so happy, the smile on your lips brighter than the overhead lights of the kitchen. Jamil swallowed thickly, face warming at the sight of you.

Pretty.

“Of course I can! I’ll make sure he gets there safe and sound, so you can count on me!” you cheered.

Jamil sighed again, stacking the two boxes. At least this way, both you and Kalim would be out of his hair shortly. He’d be able to fulfill his duties of watching Kalim and get to his class without a headache today because of you.

Besides, it’s not like he wanted to walk around with Kalim.

“Here, take these. They’re for Kalim’s lunch.” Jamil shoved the boxes into your hands, turning away quickly.

“Thank you! I’ll tell him that you’re almost ready to go!” you tucked the boxes into your chest like they were precious gems before exiting the kitchen.

He breathed a sigh of relief, resting against the counter. He didn’t have time for you or your smiles or laughs. He had a duty to Kalim, and he just partially gave that up to get away from you. He wasn’t in his right mind right now at all. Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose at the feelings swarming around in his chest.

Whatever these feelings were, he couldn’t act on them. He was in no position to devote himself to another when his entire life was to be spent in service of Kalim.

It would be unfair to you to expect you to take his hand if he could only extend it halfway.

(Unbeknownst to him, you’d always been trying to meet him halfway.)

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper angst

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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I'm self-cautious about my weight, I could use some cheering up by Jason Voorhees, but I'm not the only one with insecurity about weight-gains. So how about a headcanon for slashers with an S/O who is insecure about their weight gain after finding out from someone or by the weighing scale.

Hearing about me gaining weight made me want to go on a diet and eat less. So It'd be nice to know what the slashers would do about it to make their S/O feel better about themselves and not hurt themselves. :)

I’m terrible at choices so I only did jacey :( I’m a bit of a realist when it comes to writing slashers so sorry if he comes off a tad cold. Hope u enjoy anyway <3 ps I bet u look lovely

Jason Voorhees with a Reader that’s insecure about their weight

Your coworker had a baby last year, and finally returned to work from her family leave. You welcomed her back with a friendly smile, asking about her new bundle of joy. She seemed almost shocked to see you, eyes wide and looking you up and down

“What? What is it?” Your brow furrowed as you followed her gaze down your body

“Nothing!” The woman blurted. “It’s just… you’re a bit—bigger from when I saw you last…”

…

Jason wasn’t far from your cabin, and was alerted that you were back from work by your shoes clobbering noisily against the porch. Followed by you ripping the door open and throwing it shut

“Jason!” You barked. You looked around your cabin, noticing he wasn’t there. “Course you’re not here.” You rolled your eyes with a huff

You approached the kitchen table and dumped your bag onto it, grumbling to yourself while running a hand through your hair. As you turned on the spot, the bejesus was practically scared out of you as Jason seemingly teleported right behind you

“Oh, good. There you are.”

Jason tilted his head, wondering what got you in such a crabby mood. You lifted your hands up dramatically and purposefully parted your lips, signalling to him you were about to go on a full rant. Jason nearly audibly sighed

“You will not believe what this woman said to me today.” You gossiped like a teenager

Jason stood there like a soldier as you went on a mini tantrum about how your dumb coworker basically said that you had gotten fat

“Which is ridiculous, since she’s the one that just had a baby! Like, sorry to break it to ya, Margaret. But that bikini body is never coming back. Welcome to motherhood!” You carried on, placing one hand on your hip while the other was raised up sassily

Respectfully, Jason had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. You ignored his obvious confusion and turned away from him, going over to the fridge to get some cold water

“Like, how dare she? I was so nice to her too! And that was the first thing she said to me.” You rambled, grabbing a bottle of water and gulping it down

Jason didn’t know how to help you. He was not at all great at comfort. So instead, he simply walked out to let you cool off. That hurt your feelings a bit, but you just went about your evening anyway

Jason came back to your cabin in the nighttime, when you were getting ready for bed. He peeked his head through your bedroom door, pausing when he saw you standing in front of the mirror

You were in your pyjamas, staring intently at your reflection. Your hands went to your belly, sliding under your shirt and giving the skin a squeeze. Jason could see the big frown that crept across your features. He didn’t like it at all

He swung the door open and entered the room. You turned your head and looked at him, clearly biting back tears. He slowly walked over, standing just inches away from you

“She’s right. I have gained weight.” You sniffled

Ugh, great… now you were sad. Couldn’t you just go back to being angry? Jason could actually relate to that emotion…

“Do you think I look bad? Should I go on a diet?” You asked

You whirled back around to the mirror, studying your body while trying not to cry. Jason leered behind you, too watching you through the reflection. His shoulders slumped. Agh, you! Why’d you make him feel all this human stuff? You almost made him feel… god forbid, bad… which he thought was almost impossible

Jason reached up to his mask, carefully peeling it away from his face. Your eyes were finally ripped away from your body, now watching him in the mirror. You nearly flinched when the hockey mask hit the floor, teetering momentarily before laying still

Jason now stood unmasked behind you. You didn’t dare look back, instead having a stare off with him in the mirror. You froze up as he broke the distance between you two, pressing up against your behind. He placed both hands on either of your shoulders, slowly leaning over to rest his chin on top of your head. His hands soon traveled down your front, moving to wrap around your waist in a makeshift hug

The both of you silently stared at each other in the mirror, not moving a muscle. A single tear slipped down your cheek. It wasn’t much, but you knew that Jason was trying his best.

“Thanks, Jason.” You tearfully whispered, a smile meeting your face for the first time tonight

And just so you knew, no, he did not think you needed to go on a diet

#slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #friday the 13th #rab.reads

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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (64)

*How Dr. Gaul’s Reaping Day Speech went*

Coryo: *enters Heavensbee Hall* Ugh. I’m tired.😞 I should’ve waited for Seji Pie’s car to pick me up.

Clemensia: Snowy! Snowy, over here!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, they’re serving posca today!

Coryo: Free posca?🥹

Festus: Yeah! Free posca!

Felix: And a scandalously tasting lamb!

Coryo: Nice! Let me just grab a plate real quick.

Lysistrata: No need! You can have my plate instead.😊

Coryo: Thank you, Lizzie. You’re the best.

Lysistrata: Of course I am.

Felix: Try the lamb stew first. It’s really delicious.

Coryo: Well, don’t mind if I do-

Clemensia: Bestie, are you sweating right now?

Coryo: Yeah.

Clemensia: Did you walk from your place to school again?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: I thought you and your darling boyfriend decided to take his car to school today?

Coryo: I thought so too. However, Strabo Plinth happened.

Felix: Did your Seji Pie stood you up because of his scheming father?

Coryo: No, not really. Ma called me earlier and said that her two beloved idiots were having another shouting match about the Hunger Games again.

Festus: Why though?

Clemensia: Its Reaping Day, you child.🙄

Festus: Reaping Day?! That’s today?!

Clemensia: Obviously.

Festus: But I thought today was Flower Power Friendship Day!

Coryo: ✨FPFD✨ was last month, Creed!

Festus: Oh. My mistake. Now I feel bad for wearing my glow in the dark sunflower suit for this solemn event.😞

Coryo: Well, at least you’re not wearing your blinding mirrorball suit like last time.

Festus: To be fair, I thought we were celebrating ✨Glitter Glam Dance Dance Baby Day✨, and not Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game.

Felix: But seriously, Creed, stop wearing your weird suits every Reaping Day. People might think that you’re being undeniably churlish and disrespectful.

Festus: Fine! But no promises.

Androcles: At least you’re not wearing inappropriate short shorts like Heavensbee-

Hilarius: My Reaping Day short shorts are classy and iconic, Andie! They even make my long luscious legs look fabulous.

Androcles: I disagree.

Hilarius: But-

Urban: Honestly, Hilari, Anderson is right. Your Reaping Day short shorts just make you look like a stupid kinky whor-

Lysistrata: Watch your profanities, Ban Ban.

Urban: You’re not my mom!

Lysistrata: Thank Panem for that.

Hilarius: My short shorts are beautiful!

Androcles: Doubt.

Coryo: *sighs* I wish my Seji Pie was here right now-

Sejanus: *suddenly appears and hugs Coryo from behind* My love, I’m finally here!

Coryo: What’s wrong, Babe? Why are you crying?

Sejanus: You have to help me fight my evil old man again!😭

Coryo: Fine. Let’s go.

Felix: May the odds be ever in your favor, brother.

Coryo: Thanks. *walks away to confront Strabo with a crying Sejanus*

Lysistrata: Poor Sejanus. He’s going to make a scene again, isn’t he.😔

Clemensia: I hope not.

Felix: But he probably will.

Hilarius: I’ll bet 50 bucks that he’ll throw his chair at our poor innocent screen again.

Festus: Like last year’s Hunger Games?

Dennis: Lol. Last year was wild.

Androcles: Last year was awful.

Urban: What do you mean by awful Last time I checked, we don’t watch the Hunger Games.

Felix: True. We have agreed to stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game for good because of poor Coryo’s mental and “feral” breakdowns.

Urban: Don’t forget about Apollo Ring’s endless crying and crazy Monty’s death screams.

Androcles: Of course I know that, Ban Ban. We all know that.

Dennis: To be fair, the blood and gore will only trigger our irreversible war traumas again.

Androcles: But that still didn’t stop rich boy Sejanus Plinth from throwing his chair at the screen last year.

Felix: He also threw mine.😢

Dennis: And mine.

Clemensia: Well, unlike the rest of you, I’m the only one who doesn’t have an irreversible war trauma-

Dennis: Yet. You don’t have one yet! But someday, you will!😀

Androcles: Eventually.

Dennis: Definitely.

Clemensia: Is that a threat?

Dennis: No. I just have a strong feeling that this year, you’ll finally develop one that will make your boring life more interesting-

Androcles: Just like the rest of us!

Clemensia: I would rather stay normal and boring.

Dennis: Don’t you want to connect with Palmyra Monty-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Or understand Persephone’s crazy behavior?

Clemensia: No.

Androcles: But Percy Price is great! I mean, just look at her sniffing and asking those unlucky students over there if they stole her “delicious” Maid Stew again.

Persephone: *is running wild all over the place* Where’s my Maid Stew?! Give me my Maid Stew! Festus, my love, did you hide my precious stew?! Weewoo! Where’s my stew?! Arachne, you b*tch! Give me my stew!

Festus: Not again.😞

Arachne: I’m so calling the Peacekeepers after this.

Felix: *sighs* I just hope that this year will be peaceful and productive for everyone-

Arachne: But you.

Felix: Don’t jinx me, Crane! I’ll curse you back!

Arachne: Lol. You can try-

Felix: I hope you’ll wear an ugly neck brace for the rest of the Hunger Games!

Arachne: Ha! Like that would ever happen-

Felix: Just you wait, Crane. Just you wait!

Clemensia: Yup. I would rather stay normal.

Hilarius: So. . . Who wants to continue the betting?😊

Urban: Fine. I’ll bet 70 bucks if Plinth throws at least 2 chairs at Dr. Gaul today.

Pup: A hundred if one of those chairs “accidentally” hits Highbottom.

Hilarius: A thousand if Highbottom blames poor Coryo for not defending him against Plinth.

Pup: Hilari, I thought you said that you don’t have any money left to bet since the day that your creepy old man froze your weekly allowance for good-

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting.

Pup: You do know that your odds of winning are pretty low, right?

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting everything.😎

Pup: Well, good luck being homeless and penniless before this day ends.

Hilarius: I’m not homeless! I’m just temporarily displaced and having indefinite sleepovers with Festus and his pet rats!

Pup: Please don’t tell me that you’re sleeping inside Creed’s rat infested dumpster-

Festus: Heavensbee is currently sleeping in my rat infested dumpster.

Pup: How the mighty have fallen.

Hilarius: FYI, Pup, Creed’s old dumpster was cozy and comfortably-

Lysistrata: Dirty.

Gaius: Yo, can I bet too?

Coryo: *joins the group again with a now happy Sejanus* Guys, please stop betting on my boyfriend’s random outbursts and anger issues.

Urban: Why?

Coryo: He will cry.

Sejanus: I will cry.

Festus: 20 bucks if Seji Pie yells “you’re all monsters” at the teachers again.

Sejanus: Double it.

Coryo: Festus, don’t encourage him!

Festus: But I need money.

Coryo: We all need money!

Sejanus: I have money.😀

Hilarius: Can I borrow-

Sejanus: No. You’re not my Coryo.

Hilarius: Sad.😢

Prof.Sickle: Children, sit down! We’re officially starting!

Felix: But we’re still eating-

Prof.Sickle: F*ck your lamb stew! Sit down!

Felix: My Gran Gran will hear about this.

Coryo: Let’s get this over with and go home to your place, Babe.

Sejanus: Will you hold and comfort me when I cry again, my love?🥺

Coryo: Always.

Festus: Front seat! Front seat! I’ll take the front seat!

Felix: Coryo, let me sit next to you-

Lysistrata: Me first!

Hilarius: No, me!

Apollo: Weewoo! Excuse me!

Diana: Bro, share the chair!

Androcles: Scooch over, Hilari! I’m sitting next to Felix.

Persephone: Festus!

Festus: Yes, my love?

Persephone: Sit on my lap!

Festus: Really?

Persephone: Sit on my lap now!

Festus: Yes, my queen!

Hilarius: Yo, Urban, can I sit on your lap?

Urban: F*ck off, Heavensbee.

Sejanus: Coryo-

Coryo: I’m already sitting on yours, Babe.

Sejanus: I know that and I love it, my love!😍 Every bit of it! Every single minute!

Coryo: Babe-

Sejanus: You can even sit on my lap forever!

Coryo: My love-

Sejanus: And ever and ever!

Prof.Sickle: Children! Children, for the love of Panem, please act normal today!

Palmyra: Define normal-

Dr.Gaul: *enters the scene* How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day-

Androcles: Is this day really auspicious?

Felix: *is still holding and eating his lamb stew* Nah. This lamb stew is more auspicious than her.

Everyone: *snickers*

Gaius: Nice one, Class Pres!

Prof.Sickle: Children, quiet!

Dr.Gaul: *glares at Felix* I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul! Your humble Head Gamemaker-

Hilarius: She ain’t humble though-

Prof.Sickle: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: *glares daggers at Hilarius* In charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns-

Festus: *stands up and praises the heavens* Thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! She’s not in charge of the Food Department!

Prof.Sickle: Creed-

Festus: *turns around and faces the crowd* Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Festus: Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!🥳

Festus: Hip hip-

Prof.Sickle: Creed, sit down!

Festus: I was just-

Dr.Gaul: *suddenly throws a chalkboard eraser at Festus* As I was saying, you stupid brat!

Festus: You were saying?

Vipsania: Wow. He just said that.

Diana: Creed is so brave.

Juno: And stupid.

Domitia: Definitely.

Livia: Lol. Somebody is getting another demerit again.

Festus: And it’s not gonna be me-

Prof.Sickle: For the love of my sh*tty salary, Creed! Sit the f*ck down and shut up!

Festus:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue.

Dr.Gaul: As I was saying, I’d broken free of my laboratory today-

Coryo: That was a big mistake.

Sejanus: True.

Felix: I concur.

Dr.Gaul: What is wrong with you?!

Coryo: Sejanus, my love, she is bullying me again!

Sejanus: Felix, give me your chair!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Don’t be a coward, Class Pres! Give him your chair!

Felix: No! Sejanus will just throw my poor innocent chair again!

Hilarius: I need money!

Sejanus: I need a chair!

Hilarius: *stands up* Here! You can have my chair!

Sejanus: Ew. No. I’m not touching that.

Hilarius: Why?!😭

Sejanus: You know why!

Hilarius: Sleeping in a dumpster for 3 straight days doesn’t mean that I’m permanently filthy!

Festus: My pet rats disagree.

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue!

Dr.Gaul: To examine you!

Apollo: Me?

Dr.Gaul: Yes, you! The leaders of the next generation-

Apollo: I’m going to be a leader?

Urban: I hope not.

Dr.Gaul: *is now giving everyone her infamous death stare* I won’t be around forever after all-

Clemensia: Thank Panem.

Felix: Thank you, Panem!

Diana: Panem is good!

Gaius: All the time!

Lysistrata: Penam is good?

Apollo: All the time!

Sejanus: My pockets are full!

Coryo: All the time!

Androcles: My grades are sh*t!

Urban: All the time!

Palmyra: My cooking is good!

Everyone: No!

Prof.Sickle: *is now losing her mind* Children, please! I’m begging you! Be normal! Be f*ckin’ normal! Just for today! Dammit! Just for this f*ckin’ day! Heck! Do it for me! Do it for your favorite teacher!

Livia: She’s not my favorite-

Prof.Sickle: I really really need that f*ckin’ salary raise, you monsters!😭

Dr.Gaul:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Felix: This lamb stew still tastes scandalous though.

Io: Felix, please-

Felix: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: Highbottom was right! I should’ve retired years ago!😩

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slothgiirl · 1 year

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the pitfalls of spiraling (xiao x reader)

1.1k. fluff. body image issues. suggestive. established relationship. comfort. tried to keep it gn neutral but lmk if u disagree.

You look yourself over in the flat's only mirror. Xiao’s bathroom didn’t even have a mirror. You didn’t mind before, avoiding mirrors as a general rule so you didn’t have to linger only any of your physical insecurities, out of sight therefore out of mind, but you needed to check how your bathing suit looked on. The angle was awkward.

You felt awkward, so exposed. Your mouth was dry, palms sweaty as you zero in on all your insecurities: the way your stomach jiggled as you moved; the stretch marks on your hips; the hyper-pigmentation on your knees and chin; your large pores and the stubborn acne that had followed you into adulthood. . .

Spiraling.

You were spiraling.

You squeeze your eyes shut looking away.

The bathing suit had looked nice in the store but you were starting to think you’d be better off in shorts and an oversized shirt this summer. People would stare at the beach. They’d think you're fat. You were fat. (and ugly, an awful voice in your head adds.)

It was bad enough being surrounded by your wonderful friends. Who could compare to Ganyu?

Maybe if you stopped eating dessert from now until summer. . .cut out breakfast. . .you sigh. You walked up and down the steps of Wangshu Inn daily and you were still fat. (Even if you weren’t fat there was no fixing your face.)

You knew you were spiraling, hugging your arms around your chest, and yet you couldn’t stop. You’d been doing so well lately. As spring had arrived in Liyue, you’d worn a cropped top, you’d had more servings of almond tofu than you could count without feeling guilty, you’d felt beautiful when Xiao caressed every inch of your skin kissing you for what felt like hours.

But right now, all you felt was worthless.

You could still return the bathing suit.

You’d have more fun this summer if you felt comfortable anyways.

There was always next year. You could join Xinyan and Yun Jin when they went out dancing. That would be a fun way to exercise. And you could keep working on feeling good about yourself. Whichever one worked first.

You sigh, pinching the fat that bulged over the waistband of the bathing suit.

“Are you ready for lunch,” Xiao utters softly. You hadn't even heard him come in. Your boyfriend is swift as the wind, standing awkwardly, red dusting his cheeks as he stares at you. His eyes kept glancing from your face, then lower, then back to your visage again.

“Ugh,” you squeak, embarrassed that he’d caught you like this, feeling awful about your body. “Yeah, give me a moment.” Your face burns, you feel even more self conscious with Xiao here.

He was an adeptus that could have anyone he wanted. Xiao was breathtakingly beautiful, all defined muscles and sharp angles. You couldn’t help but feel lacking in moments of wallowing self hatred. Like this one.

“Alright,” he nods, making an effort to keep his eyes on yours instead of your body, “I assume that this is not what you were wearing to Wanmin Restaurant. It is not exactly the beach.”

You snort, easily amused by Xiao. Then, without planning on it, you ask him in a small voice, “what do you think?” It was Xiao. He was blunt, never mincing words or sparing feelings. An objective opinion would be nice. It’d be nice to know if you really did look bad or if it was all in your head.

“About?”

“My bathing suit,” you clarify, biting your lip right after, shifting your gaze back to the mirror. There was no hiding your belly rolls.

“It looks,” Xiao swallows thickly, “good.”

You frown.

“Is the fabric uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that,” you shake your head. Why was it so hard to tell Xiao what you told yourself all the time? (Saying it outloud would make it all the more true.) Your eyes stung. “I just don’t think I look good,” you look down at your feet, “I’m too. . .it’d look better if I was thin.”

“Mortal beauty standards are subjective, it is worthless to pursue them,” Xiao states evenly.

“I know. . .” That didn’t change how you feel though.

Xiao tilts your chin away from the mirror, “the tailor did a poor job if your clothes do not fit to your satisfaction.”

“It’s not that. I just wish I looked like the people in the adverts do in clothes.”

Xiao raises a brow, uncomprehending, “the kamera manipulated models?”

“It sounds stupid, I know and I’ve been better about it lately,” you cover your face with a hand, feeling small, “I guess it’s harder with a bathing suit because I’m more exposed. . .”

Your boyfriend pulls your hand away from your face, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, “mortals place too much importance on physical appearance.” Xiao places another chaste kiss on your cheek. “I know I do not often tell you, but you have always been exquisite in my eyes.”

You flush red for an entirely different reason. “Really?”

“Yes. Why would I lie,” Xiao asks redundantly, caressing the side of your face, “You are lovely. Since the moment I first saw you, long before we exchanged even the slightest greeting, you entered my thoughts and have yet to leave.” He’s as red faced as you are.

“Xiao,” you utter softly.

It was so easy to spiral into self hatred, but somehow hearing that you were pretty from someone you loved made it easier to be alright with yourself. You believe him.

“And I love this,” Xiao, caressing your soft belly with his hand.

You chew your lip, finding it hard to believe him when you’ve been insecure about your body for so many years yet knowing Xiao was not a liar.

“If you do not want lunch,” Xiao’s voice is low, as his hand trails down you back, squeezing your bum.

You jump at his touch, entirely different from the self doubt spiral you had gone on this afternoon. Of course, Xiao may be an adeptus, but he was also a man seeing his lover in a bathing suit and he was hungry for more than chaste kisses.

“Xiao,” you yelp when he sucks a kiss under your jaw, “Zhongli and Shenhe are expecting us. And I want noodles.” Unlike Xiao, you needed three meals a day, probably some fruit for a snack. Not everyone could live off Almond tofu.

“Tt,” Xiao frowns against your skin, “I suppose we will continue this later then.”

Heat burns under your skin in anticipation, but not enough to stand your friends up. “Let me go change. I know you’ve been looking forward to seeing Zhongli again,” you remind Xiao before he decided that you could eat at Wangshu Inn after he was done with you.

#xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #genshin xiao #xiao x you #this is literally bc the first beach days of the season have arrived

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svltzmans · 8 months

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for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader

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Sleeping At Last Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Eleventh Doctor - Eleventh Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: Sleeping At Last Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Eleventh Doctor

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 1,640 words

Warning(s): mention of major character death [season 7 spoiler]

Author's Note: Ugh. I love him.

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Saturn

I’d give anything to hear You say it one more time, That the universe was made Just to be seen by my eyes.

The sinking feeling in my stomach grew more and more as I stepped closer to the Pandorica.

The Doctor was tired. Dying.

I understood why he was doing it all, but it didn't change how angry I felt. At the Daleks and the Cybermen and the universe. Anyone and everyone who had some hand in the events that got us here. Including myself. I could've stopped it all if I was just a little bit braver.

The Doctor grinned- or tried to grin at me as I made it over to him. "Hey..."

"Don't do that," I mumbled as I grabbed his hand. I squatted down so I could see him better. "Don't act like nothing bad is happening. You don't have to do that for me. I understand what's going on."

He didn't reply. It may have been the first time that I had seen him be so quiet.

"I don't want this to happen," I said. I felt guilty for saying it. I knew that it was going to only make him feel worse.

"Hey," the hand that I had been holding cupped the side of my face. I held his hand there. "I don't either."

I only wanted to chuckle because he did. Obviously, he didn't want this.

"But I've got a secret," he leaned forward a little bit. "I'm doing this for you."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"I told you before that you were made to see the universe instead of staying put," he continued. "Who would I be if I let the universe burn before you got to see it all?"

I turned my head to press a kiss to his palm.

"I love you," he added.

I offered him a sad grin. "I love you too. I always will. No matter what."

I saw him flinch a bit where he was sitting. Time was running out. How rude of the damn thing.

I stood up again so I could lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. I leaned back and whispered to him, "Good luck."

"Luck?" he whispered back. "Who needs luck? Not me. I'm brilliant."

I shook my head as I chuckled again.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)."

"Find me, Doctor."

His grin faltered for a moment.

Neither one of us believed that he would make it out of there, but I wanted to hold onto hope. As blind as it may seem. I wanted to believe that he would find his way back to me eventually.

I slowly took a few steps backward to let the doors close.

I felt a hand grab my arm, slowly pulling me further away from it.

I looked over to see Amy offering a small grin. I tried to grin back. It must've not been very convincing because she dragged me into a tight hug a moment later.

I closed my eyes.

This was it.

It was the end of the Doctor and I's story.

For now, at least.

Heart

I'm out of my depth At this altitude Like the world makes sense From your window seat You are beautiful Like I've never seen

I would be lying if finding out about Amy kissing the Doctor didn't break my heart a little bit.

She had been the first person to figure out my feelings for him, so knowing that she simply didn't respect them enough to... control herself hurt.

I wasn't mad at the Doctor. Not even a little bit.

If anything, I almost admired how he handled it. He stopped the moment, found Rory, and tried to make things better. He did the best that he could.

Making things better just also happened to include a trip to Venice.

Amy and Rory ran off on their own.

I chuckled at them as they left. Even after all that had happened, I wanted the pair of them to work out. They seemed good together.

The Doctor and I walked for a while. I was waiting for him to ramble on about the city's construction or tell me some story from before I started traveling with him. But he wasn't. He was oddly quiet. Like he was waiting for me to speak.

I stopped on a stone walkway. I leaned against a pillar and a stone half-wall. I looked out over the water. The Doctor stood next to me, staring out at the water like he was trying to see what I did.

"They'll be okay, right," I asked, looking at him again.

He looked over at me but didn't respond.

"The Ponds, I mean," I explained. "They'll figure it out, right?"

"Absolutely," he said confidently. He took a moment to watch my eyebrow raise. "I hope so."

I nodded, turning to the water.

I could see the Doctor shifting out of the corner of my eye. "Are we okay?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him yet again. "Why wouldn't we be?"

The question seemed to make him want to backtrack. "It doesn't matter. It's nothing. Not important. Come on, I'm sure we can find something exciting-"

"No, no, no," I reached over and grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away. "You can't say something like that and then act like nothing happened. You have to explain it."

"I walk away without explaining things all the time."

"When you're info-dumping about different species, yeah, but this is a bit different," I tried to chuckle in some attempt to let him know that it was okay. "Why did you think that we wouldn't be okay?"

The Doctor reached up and placed his hand on my arm. His grin looked sad. I felt my face warming up as I looked down at our hands.

"Please, tell me," it came out closer to a whisper than anything.

His hand fell from mine as he stepped forward. I didn't move mine. My grasp actually tightened on his jacket in the hopes of pulling him closer.

He stepped a matter of inches from me. "Is this okay?"

It took a moment for my brain to even register the question.

I nodded as quickly as I could. Of course, this was okay.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My free hand moved up to cup the side of his face as I kissed him back. His hands touched my sides. I grinned into the kiss.

I leaned back and rested my forehead on his.

"Doctor," I mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"We're definitely okay."

His smile got wider before he laughed at me. I laughed with him, nudging his nose with mine.

This was a feeling that I could get used to.

Two

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached What a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up

It was rare for the TARDIS to feel small.

To be completely honest, I didn't think it possible.

That was before the Doctor and I stopped traveling. Before we found our little place hidden above the rest of the world. Before the Ponds... died.

It was quiet for a long time.

Neither one of us wanted to talk about it. Maybe we were scared that talking about it would make it too real.

I tried to be there for him. He seemed to appreciate it. But still, we couldn't talk about anything that led up to that moment.

There was one day when I decided to end the cycle of him sitting in the console room reading or staring at nothing.

I walked into the room to see him in the same seat he had been in for ages. I took a deep breath as I made my way over to him.

I held out a hand. He stared at it for a moment before looking up at my face.

"Come on," I urged him.

He slowly took my hand and let me pull him out of the console room. "Where are we going?"

"Just wait a moment."

A minute later, I found the door I had been looking for. I silently thanked the ship before opening the door.

"Your room," the Doctor asked.

"My room," I confirmed. "Lay down."

"Why?"

"Because I think doing something other than sitting in the console room will suit you well."

I kicked my shoes off before going to lie down.

The Doctor hadn't moved yet. I opened my arms, making grabby hands at him. A soft grin formed on his lips before he shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

I wrapped my arms around him as soon as he laid down. One of my hands found its way to the hair on the nape of his neck. One of his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him.

"You've been so patient with me," he mumbled to me. "I haven't thought about you... what you're going through. I've abandoned you."

"No," I replied. "No, you didn't. You are right here. I am right here. You could have left me. Dropped me off at home and never thought about me again. But you didn't. You let me stay."

He closed his eyes.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I want to take care of you, Doctor. Because I care about you. Because I love you. This is what I want to do, okay? You just need to let me."

His eyes slowly opened. I grinned at him.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.

For now, this was enough for me to have a little bit of peace.

I just hoped that he felt the same way.

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Ours

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: The jury's out, but Y/N's choice is Eddie.

No specified gender for reader

A/N: I don't really love this, as I've said before. I'm goinna label it as a drabble but I'm probably gonna add more to it at some point soon when I actually KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING WRITE. 😄😭

Inspired by: Ours by Taylor Swift

Nancy is rambling on and on about something for the school paper in the journalism room, I wish I could listen and focus but instead I’m soaking up the stale morning air in the room. I spent the night with Eddie and I feel like that’s enough of an explanation on its own.

I’m reminiscing about last night’s venereal events when I’m snapped out of my haze by Nancy and Fred snapping their fingers at me, “Helloooo, earth to Y/N.”

I hear Nancy’s annoyed voice ring throughout the room, the silence is deafening.

I whip my eyes to hers as Fred joins into the conversation, “You were with the freak last night, weren’t you?”

His eyes look at me accusingly but I get defensive and ignore what he asked me, “Hey! Don’t call him that.”

I glance down at the typewriter I was working at, when I hear Nancy tsking and see her shaking her head slightly out of my peripheral vision.

“What Nancy?” My voice comes out irritated because I know what she's getting at.

“I told you he’s a bad influence.” She says in a mocking sing songy, I told you so tone.

“I- What? N-” I start but Fred interrupts me.

“She’s got a point, you came in late today, you don't pay attention, you skip 4th period, and by the way we can see the hickey on your neck.”

I self-consciously tug up the neckline of my sweater, “That's not true, he just brings out a more contumacious side of me.”

“That's literally the definition of being a bad influence, Y/N.”

“Ugh. Not it’s not, he makes me more outgoing, I feel excited and giddy around him. Plus, I love him.” I stick out my tongue at my two friends and they lay off a bit, laughing at my childish antics.

Speaking of Eddie, I start to feel a sense of longing for him in this very moment. Ever since I’ve met him, I feel this constant sense of boredom when he's not around. He makes me feel alive and exhilarated. If he were here right now, we’d be laughing our asses off at everyone’s too serious expressions.

I feel myself smiling like an idiot at my thoughts, and glance up at the clock eager to see Eddie once again.

“Alright everyone, it’s 10:30! Time to wrap it up! For the long of God please make sure all your pieces have been written by tomorrow or principal Higgens will have my ass!” I yell out to everyone as they start packing up their stuff and heading out the door.

I’m one of the first to leave and as soon I exit the doors a pair of hands wraps around my waist, spinning me towards them. I come face to face with a smiley Eddie. My lips immediately separate and form a wide toothy grin. He pulls me closer as I laugh. Our noses are touching and he whispers, “There’s my little writer.” against my lips before giving me a quick peck on the lips.

He pulls away as I say, “Well hello to you too, Mr. Munson.”

We start to walk down the Hall as he wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.

“You know, sweetheart, I’m actually kind of digging this whole sexy teacher thing you have going on.”

“What do mean?” There’s a humorous tone in my voice.

“I was watching you through the window on the door. You’re all walking around revising people’s work, directing them, dismissing them.”

“You're crazy, Munson.”

“Only about you, Y/N, only about you. Almost makes me want to join the school paper.”

I’m laughing and Eddie is watching me with a content smile. I notice people are watching me and him walk together. It’s not unusual for this to occur, when people found out about me and Eddie, they were nothing short of shocked. Hawkins High had an idea of me, an idea that couldn't be any more different than the idea they had of Eddie.

Their idea of me is very clean. I’m a good student, I get good grades, I abide by the rules, I’m innocent in every way possible, I’m soft, a people pleaser if you will. I’m nothing more than good. Their idea of Eddie is extremely tainted. He’s not the brightest, he’s a rule breaker, he’s a stoner, he’s rough, he simply didn’t care. Where they right? Perhaps they were but that doesn't mean someone like me can’t love Eddie, and that Eddie is crazy in every way. You know what they say, opposites attract.

“They're staring again.”

“Hm, I guess they are.”

I hide my face in the crook of his arm not liking the attention.

“Well then let’s give them something to watch.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Eddie-”

He cuts me off, kissing me once again, his lips move in sync with mine, and I can feel the tips of his tongue start to nudge my lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. His hand moves down my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer as we stop walking all together. I hear movement stop in the hallway and the nose level gets slightly more hushed. His hand travels back up my back and into the hair at the back of my head, twisting in my hair. One of my hands is grasping his bicep for leverage as the other holds my notebook. I let out a whimper, only quiet enough for to Eddie hear.

Before Eddie this wasn’t my thing, PDA that is, but since him, all I want is for him to act on his desires at any moment. It makes me giddy when I think about him wanting others to know about us, he wants poeple to know I'm his and he's mine. I think it's sweet, and like, insanely hot.

He finally pulls away, leaving me to hope we’ll resume this rendezvous later, in private. His lips are ever so slightly smudge with my pink lip-gloss and I can just feel how swollen my lips are, “What were you saying?” He asks me, smugly.

I shake my head, moving his hand back to my shoulder, “real smooth, love.”

People carry on with their judgmental looks and Eddie knows it’s making me conscious because he tips my head up with his free hand, “Hey sweetheart, people only care so much because they love to be envious when others are happy. Or at least I hope your happy.”

He adds that last part to lighten the mood.

“of course, you make me happy.”

He gives me a warm smile as I continue on, “People love to throw rocks at things that shine.”

“Exactly. And don’t you worry your pretty little mind because we are carrying on that little stunt later.” He winks at me pulling away, and slyly slaps my ass as we arrive at my next class.

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(More) Things I Noticed in UKsies: Fansie Night Edition (Act 2)

First one got too long so here is act 2!!

At Jacobi's Albert says 'why do old people talk?' Directly to Jacobi who waves him off

'Jack don't run from no fight!' '*in the highest, squeakiest voice imaginable to mock Les* Take it down short stop!!'

Katherine dances on the tables with the boys in KoNY and I'm not sure if Bronté does but Bobbie does the nerve tap!

Cup song time

Katherine and Les have such cute little interactions

Nyoom tables!!

They don't shy away from showing what they do to keep themselves safe, when the newsies grab the lamps, you can see them clip themselves on but it only serves to make you go 'something is about to go down!!'

The newsies on the ground dance around the tables and tap metal plates to the table newsies' feet

Ascension with frantic spinning, incredible

In a bit of a stark contrast, letter from the refuge is a really poignant moment

Crutchie breaks the forth wall and speaks directly to the audience, including them in his thought process

A cop watches the whole thing from the scaffolding

Crutchie is left handed

Crutchie actually starts crying at 'I'll be fine' and hearing that emotion in his voice contrasted with his trying to be optimistic - ugh, have I mentioned that I love Matthew Duckett?

Crutchie gets up and passes on his letter to Specs before being slowly helped off stage by a refuge newsie, still struggling when the next scene begins. When he got up he winced so hard someone next to me whispered 'ooh that was real'

Jack was Properly Angry in Watch What Happens reprise and his fear for Crutchie shone through

Ryan!Davey may be the king of eye-rolls but Alex!Davey is the king of raising his eyebrows in incredulation, especially to Les

'Lighten up no-one died' is said a lot subtler, like he knows how bad that sounds but doesn't know how to confront it

'HECANTTAWLKHELLCALLYABACK'

The mayor actually shows some sympathy towards the newsies but in the end doesn't act due to Synder and Pulitzer's influence

Fun fact: Jamie Golding (Wiesel/mayor/theatre worker/police/etc) has NINE costume changes during the show, he is so many people

Pulitzer grabs Katherine as she's trying to walk away at 'you can't have mine'

George Crawford (Morris Delancey) has an amazing evil laugh which he uses a lot during the show

As the printing press is being brought out, the Delancey brothers bring Jack behind the scaffolding. Although this can't be seen by most of the audience they continue to intimidate him and get really up in his space

Shout out to Zack Guest super swing who played Oscar!!

Brooklyn newsies met with the Most applause they are so cool

Brooklyn's here is broken up with a little roll call which makes the 'now them soakers' hit harder

Spot has a slight lisp

'If we disband the union..' *outrage* 'this is your union!!'

The newsies all call Jack out in various ways when they see him take the money, Spot has to be physically held back from beating him up

Something to Believe in is a little different, the Jatherine is believable but isn't really focused on much in the show, it almost feels like an afterthought. The line 'what was ours still will be' really resonates, it feels more like they had a little whirlwind mutual attraction but both think it'll end with the strike

Universal 'oooohh!!' From the audience when they kiss

Lighting for once and for all is so pretty, they have lanterns and there's a sort of orange mottled pattern like the reflection of the lamps projected across the entire theatre

Once and For All really lets the vocals shine, it isn't as high energy as the other numbers and the scaffolding doesn't move like it does in livesies, instead a giant newsies banner falls from the ceiling that they parade around the stage. The choreo isn't missed at all, the sheer wall of sound is incredible

The newsies line the theatre as Jack talks to Pulitzer and smack their fists either into their hands of onto the railings in time with the music as they hum

'The boy, Jack Kelly is here :)))'

Spot makes the 'I'm watching you' gesture at Pulitzer

As the other characters leave Jack to talk to Pulitzer, Hannah loudly says 'I love your show!!' To Medda

So many hugs when they win

Crutchie coming in with his little police hat, greeted with the biggest hug from Race and the boys

The reaction to Crutchie calling Roosevelt 'your highness'

Crutchie & Les reunion 🥺

And perfect finale and curtain call!!

The post finale choreo is incredible and was met with applause right up to the final bows

Crutchie is up on the scaffolding for much of the choreo and makes his way down for the bows. He slid down the stair rails in the same way you would slide down a ladder. Then he kept sliding. And kept sliding. And then his leg got caught. And then he kept sliding. Basically, he ended up on the floor tangled in the stairs and had to call a couple of people to help him out of the mess he got into 😅

And that was that! Post-show Q&A was pretty short but really lovely, there were mostly questions about the audition process, advice, favourite bit of the show, etc but it was really sweet how they all cared to stay and so many people did! Plus there were mega shout outs to dance captain Alex Christian who plays Butttons and is a legend!!

Honestly this show means so much to me and to be able to see it with such an enthusiastic cast and audience was incredible, see it if you can because it is in a league of its own.

#newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #britsies #newsies london #west endsies #jack kelly #crutchie morris #david jacobs #joseph pulitzer #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #crutchie newsies #les jacobs #medda larkin #michael ahomka lindsay #matthew duckett #bobbie chambers #alex james hatton

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [01]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Aah? Why me?

Yui: ( Uu, his glare gives me cold shivers...But this guy, for some reasonーー )

You seemed like a nice person so...

Subaru: Hah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Fuck off... Besides, I don’t wanna have to bother watchin’ over you!

Yui: B-But we agreed that I would choose one person...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

...Fine, I just gotta do it, right!? But don’t cause trouble for me, ‘kay?

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you very much.

( He actually accepted it. Sure, he might seem scary on the outside, but strangely enough, he strikes me as a kind person. )

( I’m not sure why I feel that way though... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Nn...Where am I...?

( Ah...Right. The manor’s dungeon...I must have fallen asleep. )

Monologue

After waking up at the Church,

I was taken to the Violet Manor.

Once locked away in the dungeon,

they told me to choose someone to watch over me, so I picked Subaru-san.

While he may seem scary at first glance,

I feel as if he has a gentle side to him as well.

With that in mind,

I asked him to be in charge of supervising me, butーー

Subaru: What? You’re awake?

Yui: ...! Yes, I woke up.

( I wonder if he kept an eye on me the whole time while I was asleep as well? I didn’t notice at all. )

( Also, is he upset or something? He seems to be in a really foul mood. )

( At first he struck me as a kind guy for some reason, but perhaps that was a misunderstanding on my part...? )

Subaru: What’s your problem? You’re so annoyin’. Don’t just watch me in silence. If you’ve got somethin’ to say, spit it out!

Yui: W-Well...My bad.

( He said I should say what’s on my mind so...I guess I’ll ask? )

Uhm, how long will I have to stay in this cell?

Subaru: Like I know. That’s up to Carla to decide.

Yui: ( In other words, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get out? )

Excuse me! Can’t you ask him to let me out?

Subaru: Are you dumb? Hell no.

Sure, you might be the ‘legendary Eve’ who is necessary for someone to become the next Supreme Overlord, but I bet you think you’re oh-so special, don’t you?

That arrogance of yours pisses me the hell off.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( I guess it’s no use after all...Seems like I only made him even more mad. )

Subaru: Che. Thanks for ruinin’ my mood even more.

I want to just isolate myself in my room, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I’m here havin’ to look after some chick instead.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Subaru: Aah!? Too fuckin’ late to apologize now!

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: The way you flinch like that pisses me off too. You’re the one who chose me for this job, remember?

Are you havin’ regrets now or somethin’!?

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!?

( H-He dented the iron bars with his foot...I was wrong to think he’s a nice guy. He’s incredibly rough around the edges...! )

Subaru: Fuck! This anger has made me thirsty...

...Oi, come here for a sec.

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Hurry up. Walk up to the bars.

Yui: Ah, s-sure...

( Who knows what he’ll do if I refuse....I have no other choice but to obey. )

ー Yui approaches the iron bars

Yui: I-Is this okay?

Subaru: ...You actually came? What a dumb woman you are.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Everyone at this manor is a Vampire. Myself included.

Yui: Y-Yes...

( I wonder what he means with that? )

Subaru: I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t get it at all. ...It’s that ignorance which will come biting you in the ass. Like this!

*Clang*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go, please! What on earth are you...!?

Subaru: I’m tryin’ to teach you that you don’t understand your own position. From a Vampire’s point of view, humans are our food.

Maybe you were hopin’ to get treated like some damn Princess ‘cause you’re the legendary Eve but...

I’ll remind you that as long as you’re down here, you’re nothin’ but mere prey.

Yui: N-No way!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, I’ll suck from your shoulder. It might hurt if you don’t keep still. Nn...Nnh...

ー Subaru bites her

Yui: ...Ah.

( He’s sucking my blood...His fangs are sinking into my shoulder...! )

( Is this what he meant by ‘prey’? Am I going to spend the rest of my days locked up down here as these people feed off my blood? )

( No, I don’t want that...! )

Stop! Let me go, please!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Oi, don’t thrash ‘bout! Didn’t I tell you to keep still!?

Anyway, the fuck’s up with this blood...? It’s way more sweet than I thought.

Damnit, I just wanted to scare you a lil’ by bitin’ you but I can’t stop...! ...Nn...

Yui: ...Kuh...

( These fangs...This pain...For some reason, it feels nostalgic to me. Do I know this sensation...? )

( Why? How...? )

Subaru: Nn...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: Aah...!

ー Yui starts growing dizzy

Yui: ( The place where he bit is burning...The heat’s rising to my head andーー )

ー She experiences flashbacks of her past memories

Yui: Wha...?

( What...? Where is...that place I saw just now? )

ー Yui has another flashback

Yui: ( Uu...! ...What are these images...? )

( I know...this house. It’s a very nostalgic place but... )

( Uu, kuh...It’s like something is stirring up my mind... )

*Riiiing*

Yui: Ah...Aah...

...I...I...

Subaru: Haah...What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter?

Yui: That place...

It is the home, we must return to...

Subaru: ...Haah?

ー Yui regains her memories

Yui: Aah...! Aaaaaaah!!!

*WOOSH*

ー The screen temporarily fades to white

Yui: ( A bunch of different images and information...are swirling inside my head at once... )

( Right...I am, we areーー )

Uu...Kuh...

Subaru: Oi!? What has gotten into you all of a sudden!? Whatcha screamin’ for!?

Yui: ...No, I am not the legendary Eve.

I’m...Yui...

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( Right...I remembered everything. )

( I moved into the Sakamaki manor and met Subaru-kunーー Then we eventually started dating. )

( I could have sworn I was there before I suddenly awoke at the Church. Where is this place? )

( Why did I...forget who I am? )

( It’s not just me either. Everyone is acting strange. )

Subaru: What’s with that dumb look on your face...? Did you lose your mind ‘cause I sucked a bit of your blood?

Yui: No, I haven’t. I remembered everything, that’s all...

How could I forget about something so important...?

Hey, Subaru-kun! What is going on? Where are we!?

Subaru: Haah?

Yui: Why are Carla-san and the others at the same manor...? Do the Tsukinami brothers own these lands?

Subaru: Oh shut up...What nonsense do you keep spoutin’?

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Did you forget overnight? Carla is my older brother. Why would it be strange for him to live here?

Yui: No way...

( Carla-san is his older brother? There’s just no... )

( But they did introduce themselves like that yesterday. What is going on? )

R-Right. Where is Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun...You remember your own brothers, don’t you?

Subaru: My brothers? Those dudes from the Orange House?

Hah! The fuck are you sayin’? They’re the enemy!

Yui: No way...

*Thud*

Yui: T-Then, what about me!? Do you know who I am!?

Subaru: You’re Eve, right? The woman needed to become the Supreme Overlord of this place. I haven’t forgotten that.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant...

( We’re a couple, Subaru-kun. ...Sakamaki Subaru-kun. )

Selection

→ Tell him that you are dating (♡)

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll remember if I tell him the truth...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. We’re dating, you know.

Subaru: ...Haah? You’ve been spoutin’ nothin’ but bullcrap this one time, but that one beats all.

Are you sayin’ that sorta stuff ‘cause you wanna get outta here and regain your freedom?

I won’t let you out of your cell, even if you keep on talkin’ out of your ass.

In the end, you’ll just get chased ‘round by those other guys if you make it out of here.

Then I’d argue that you’re still better off down here.

→ Tell him that you know each other (🖤)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun sees me as a stranger...? )

( His memories are jumbled up after all... )

( Even if he can’t recall that we’re lovers, I wish he would remember me somewhere deep downーー )

Subaru-kun. We didn’t meet for the first time yesterday.

We’ve known each other...for a very long time.

Subaru: Che...Why are you makin’ all of this crap up?

I met you for the first time yesterday. Now cut the crap or you’ll be in for a world of pain.

Yui: ( I guess he won’t believe me after all... )

Subaru: ...Do you want to get outta here so badly?

Even if you somehow were to escape this manor, you’ll just be caught by one of the other guys. You really are an idiot.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun wouldn’t joke around about something like this... )

( He truly does not does doubt the fact that he is Subaru from the Violet Manor. )

( Could it be that his memories have been altered, just like mine were up till now? And those of the others’ too. )

( I wonder what we’ve gotten ourselves caught up in...? )

Subaru: ...Why do you look mortified?

Aah, I guess it makes sense to be in shock after havin’ your blood sucked for the first time ever. You’ve only got your own carelessness to blame though.

Yui: ( No, that wasn’t the first time. He’s drank my blood so many times. )

( But right now, I’m mere food in this eyes, not his girlfriend or anything even remotely close to that... )

( Almost as if we’re back to square one...That just can’t be. )

Subaru: Oi, don’t be tearin’ up now. The other guys will get the wrong idea.

*Thud*

ー Kou approaches them

Kou: Hey there~! Getting along just fine? You guysー ...Wait. Woah, what’s with the heavy atmosphere?

Azusa: Eve...Looks as if she’s about to cry. Did something...happen?

Yui: ( Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... )

Kou: Ah! You were picking on her, weren’t you!?

Azusa: You mustn’t...Subaru. You have to take good care of Eve...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ assumptions! I’m not a lil’ kid!

Anyway, why are you guys here?

Kou: Ah, right! Carla-kun’s asking for you. There’s something he wants to talk about, apparently.

Subaru: Carla does?

Azusa: Yes...That’s why we’ve come to get the two of you...

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: ...She’s coming as well?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s glaring at me. I guess he’s suspicious of me after I said all those strange things... )

Subaru: I don’t mind lettin’ her out of her cell, but don’t blame me when she makes a run for it!

She’s willing to go as far as to lie just to escape this place after all.

Yui: ( I never lied though... )

Azusa: Don’t worry...We’ll help out as well, so let’s go while keeping a close eye on her, so she doesn’t escape...

Subaru: Lock her up, then let her out. Stop changin’ your damn mind every five seconds.

Kou: Go complain to Carla-kun about that. It’s not our fault.

Azusa: ...Carla is the eldest son of the Violet House, so we only do as he says...

Yui: ( Kou-kun and Azusa-kun don’t seem doubtful of the current family make-up either... )

( Even though Carla-san is a Founder, so there’s no way he’d be related to Vampires. )

( I wonder how this happened...? )

Subaru: ...God, what a drag. Oi, Eve! Get outta your cell. Don’t cause me trouble, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Does the problem lie with everyone else? Or maybe I’m the issue...? I don’t know, Subaru-kun! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubaru1

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 7 months

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Sicktember #26

Prompt: Pinkeye/Conjuntivitis ALL ALTS (Alt 1. “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”//Alt 2. Fuzzy Socks//Alt 3. Pounding Headache//Alt 4. Forehead Kisses//Alt 5. “I’m so sorry”)

Fandom/OCs: OCs Shane and Molly (Doctor Nurse ‘verse?)

Words: 1180

Sicknario inspo: "Something happen at work?" from this post and "You look… I know…" from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Since I only had one space for an Alternate prompt this year, and they were all cute, I made it a mini challenge to use them all, and who better to do that for than Shane and Molly? I was pretty happy with the result, and this ended up being another piece that I was really looking forward to writing. I actually saved it for last as a reward for finishing the challenge. Have the usual married-people-who-are-crazy-about-each-other shenanigans. (Also some of the ending dialogue was shamelessly stolen from the D/ick Van D/yke show and I'm not sorry.)

Set the day after the events of “Without You” (read it here), which takes place within the first year of their marriage.

~~~***~~~

Molly was deep in thought about what Shane might like for dinner, so when she turned to find him walking through the door a full three hours earlier than usual, at first she thought she was imagining it. Their eyes met and, probably because she looked so shocked, he attempted a smile to put her at ease, but the obvious sickliness of him made her worry all the more instead.

"Shane! You're home early. Did something happen at work?"

"Hihh– hihhggIHHTCHHOO! IHHXXCHOO!... Ugh…"

"...Oh. I see. Yeah, I can definitely see. Wow, you look–"

“I know,” Shane mumbled, swallowing thickly as he massaged his temple. “I know… HihhxxEHHPTchuhh!! Oh my god," he groaned, pressing his hand even harder to his head. "I have had the worst pounding, splitting headache all day and the sneezing is NOT helping…."

"Aww, honey… why don't you sit down and take it easy for a while?"

"I will, but first… I know I'm contagious and everything but… I could really use a hug right about now." He dropped his bag and opened his arms imploringly.

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you can have a hug!" She hurried into his arms, squeezing him as tightly as she could, and he squeezed her back until her ribs cracked, his face buried against her neck.

"I had the most godawful day," he mumbled, sounding almost on the verge of tears. "I felt like shit and the staff were all crabby and being petty and the schedule was screwed up again and the patients were horrible. I just need to be home with you."

"My poor baby," she said, kissing his temple and neck and shoulder and every other bit of him that she could reach. Then she held on and squeezed tight, just the way he liked. They hugged for a long time.

"Are you cold, hon?" Molly asked after several minutes. She already knew the answer to that question since she could feel him shivering, but he was sagging most of his weight on her, and her hugging muscles were starting to get tired.

"Freezing," he murmured into her neck.

"Here, let's go sit down and wrap you up. You look exhausted."

"I'm that too," he agreed, letting himself be led to the couch. Molly quickly tucked a blanket around him, dress shirt and all, and he nestled into the cushions with a sniffling sigh. She perched right beside him.

"Do you think you have a fever?"

"I really don't know. This cold wasn't so bad before today. I have no idea."

Molly leaned forward, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. It was hardly there a second when Shane twitched violently, bending forward in a half-stifled sneeze that clearly snuck up on him:

"Hihhgg-KXXT! XXTchhoo!!"

Molly was thoroughly caught in the spray. She carefully kept her expression neutral so as not to make him feel any worse as she turned away from his horrified look to wipe off the mist from her cheek and hand.

"Ohmygod, Mol… I am so sorry… I can't believe that just happened…."

Shane continued to stammer apologetically as Molly turned to face him again, stopping him with a gentle squeeze of his leg. "It's okay, love, really. I know you didn't mean to. It happens. No big deal. Now, let's try that again."

Shane fell silent, though his apologetic expression lingered, as Molly again reached out to feel his face. "You didn't sneeze on any patients today though, did you?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood with gentle teasing.

"No, thank god. That's about the only thing that didn't go wrong today."

"Well that's good," she said, pulling away. "And you're definitely warm. Feels like a fever to me."

"That tracks, to be honest"

"With what?"

"Everything, I guess. How crappy I feel, mainly. The rest of this awful day."

"My poor Shane," she groaned, going in for another hug. "I hate seeing you like this. I'm supposed to be the one that does all the complaining, not you."

"Sorry. But I was overdue for a turn," he mumbled into her chest.

"I dunno about all that. But we'll get you fixed up and back to normal either way." She released him, meeting his eyes again. "You pick the order of operations tonight. What do you want first, shower, dinner, blanket cuddles, or bed?"

A sleepy smile spread across Shane's face. "All the choices are too good. You pick. You're the boss tonight."

"You're either very brave or very sick to say such things, my love. But your wish is my command. We'll go in the order I listed them, I think. I can't stand to see my human furnace shivering so hard, so we'll start with a hot shower, and you can even have the brand new fuzzy socks you just bought me, since I know you can't resist fuzzy socks when you're sick."

Shane was grinning now. "As long as you shower with me. There's always a risk of syncope with a fever, you know. You can never be too careful, especially in the bathroom."

"Right you are. You read my mind. Don't you worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. Everyone knows doctors make the worst patients."

"Whatever you think is best, nurse," he said with a pathetic sniffle.

~~~

The couple settled into the rhythm of their evening routine, though they took it especially easy for Shane's sake and, true to her word, Molly hardly left his side. Shane was clingy and a little needy when he wasn't feeling well, but as long as she stayed within reach, he was in truth a very easy patient.

A few hours later found them curled up on the couch with takeout soup and salad for an early dinner, watching Shane's favorite, the Jurassic Park trilogy. They were lightly reclining, Shane leaning partially against Molly with a tissue box under his arm as she toyed with his blond curls. When she thought he was distracted, she leaned over to press her lips to his forehead.

Shane was sharp, though, and eyed her with a curious look. "Was that for affection or were you checking my temperature again?"

"Sick person forehead kisses are always both, you should know that. Your eyes are looking funny, so I was seeing if it was worth it to get up and get you medicine or not."

"I'm okay. You don't need to do that."

"Hey, I warned you that I'd be keeping an eye on you. This is part of the package, mister."

"I know, I know," he chuckled, scrubbing at his nose. "But I don't want you to get up. I'm too comfortable, and I haven't been able to say that since you left for your trip. You're not allowed to move. Sick person orders."

"Aye aye, sir." Molly resumed playing with his hair, and Shane sighed in contentment.

"What would I do without you?" he murmured, echoing back to the day before.

"I promise you'll never have to find out as long as I'm living," she whispered back, pulling him closer against her.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #alt prompts #shmolly ocs

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Pep talk : Aaron Hotchner x reader (platonic)

„Whoa! What’s with the long face, sunshine?”

“Go away, Morgan.”

“Well I can only go as far in this plane….”

“Just leave me be, all right?!”

“Hey, easy there. Someone’s in the mood today. We’ve just cracked a case that should make you feel good.”

“Just drop it, all right!?”

“All right, fine” Derek raised his hands in surrender and walked away from Y/N who was acting erratic. “Don’t bite. But you know…. if something’s bothering you……”

“Ah!” she groaned in frustration and threw her pillow at him. Grave mistake since he swiftly caught It and took it with him. On top of all her feelings and discomfort now she was also forced to lean on the cold window without it. “Freaking profilers!”

“Last time I checked you were one of us!”

The BAU team was flying back to Quantico. Another day, another mystery solved, another lives saved. Yay, hurray.

Yay hurray, right?

So how come Y/n was feeling so under the weather and was stuck inside her own head, consumed by all the bad thoughts? Her mind was going hazy and she was on the highway to a panic attack.

“Hey.” a deep calming voice reverberated from somewhere above her and she raised her head to properly asses who was bold enough to approach her in such mood “May I?” the person pointed towards the seat opposite of her.

“Sure, Hotch.” She muttered, turning her gaze away, watching the clouds outside the plane. If he was here to interrogate her, she was not going to make it easy on him. What she forgot about was that Hotch was far too experienced and patient to get intimidated by her poor technique. Instead of asking her any questions, he was just sitting beside her in complete silence, testing her temper and restraints. And damn it, he was good at pushing the limits.

“All right, fine! I surrender.”

“Really?” Hotch raised an eyebrow

“Who told you? I swear I’m gonna kill Morgan.”

“He did not tell me anything. In fact, he did not tell anyone anything. You seem to be the only person who can actually make him self-conscious.”

“Self-conscious? Morgan? And people say you have no sense of humor, Hotch.” She scoffed, looking anywhere but on his face.

“Y/N.”

“What?’

“Tell me what is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“You do realize you can’t fool me, right? So stop wasting time and just talk.”

“But…..”

“Talk to me.”

“What is wrong with me, Hotch? Why can’t I be like anyone else on the team?” her saddened eyes finally focused on his face. At first glance he showed no emotions, but if someone was looking close enough it was easy to notice so many of them reflecting in his orbs. “I’ve spent half of my life trying to prove that I’m good enough and qualified for the job. And yet, so many people still takes me for granted thinking I just got lucky. I worked my ass off during studying, finishing all those extracurricular, seminars, lectures and yet, I’m still being seen as a little girl who would not last long. Why? Why Hotch?”

“People talk.” He stated simply “And I don’t really know why you care about it so much.”

“You don’t understand it, do you?” she shook her head angrily “You are the Aaron Hotchner, FBI’s very best and on top of that, a lawyer.”

“And you are in my team. You are in my team, because I wanted you to be here. Because I chose you.”

“And I still feel like I’m not enough. Look at all the girls in the department. Former and present. Elle, Emily, Jennifer. God! I wish had their power and energy. Real girbosses.”

“Now you’re giving away your comparison skills. So sad you’re using it in the wrong purpose.”

“What?”

“Ever since you joined us, you were a mystery. Still are. I cannot fully figure you out, you’re so full of contradictions and inconsistencies. And believe me, it’s not easy for me to admit it.”

“Oh, I believe that.” She smirked

“Why do you focus on the gossip’s about you?”

“Ugh! Hotch, are we talking about feelings now?”

“Understanding your own emotions is a valid part of this job. You cannot do it well if you cannot contain what’s inside you. You need to be in control of your own mind to try getting into unsub head. So again, why do you care?”

“Cause it hurts.”

“And why is that?”

“Stop being my psychologist here!”

“We’re getting to the bottom of the problem, I’m not letting go. Why?”

“Cause I worry it’s true, all right!”

“Is it?” he eyed her carefully

“I don’t know. You’re the boss here, you assess me so why don’t give away your opinion?”

“Nice try. But you did this again, the same mistake over and over.”

“What mistake?”

“Searching for an external validation. Why?”

“Ok, I’ve had enough of this” she stood up from her seat ready to find more peaceful place, but he grabbed her arm and made her sit back down. “Please, don’t make me say it.”

“I’m not making you do anything, do I?” his calmness was infuriating.

“Not with words.” She squirmed, her seat getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.

“Just say it.”

“I worry that no one needs me here. That I’m no help. But an obstacle. I worry that I’m stupid and useless.”

“We do need you.”

“Right. As if. You know what Morgan told me earlier? He said that we cracked the case, you know. We. Then why the hell do I feel like I was of no help?”

“Are you even hearing yourself?”

“Pretty good.”

“Focus on facts, Y/n. What are the facts? Cause from my point of view, because of your fast thinking, ability to keep cold blood and insight we were able to save two woman from certain death.”

“No. No. No.” she shook her head “that was Reid.”

“Reid connected the dots, but you were the one to find them in the first place.”

“But…..” she tried to oppose

“Yes?” he leaned forward slightly. Damn he was good at what he was doing.

“I rest my case, your honor.” she sighed “I give up.”

“No. We’re not done until we get your self-confidence straight.”

“I’m tired Hotch.” she tried to plead with him but it was futile.

“As you should be. Now, you claim to be weak, but when I look at you I see the person who’s capable of moving mountains when someone’s in danger. You say you feel stupid, but from my point of view your knowledge is more than the one coming from a textbook. You believe people who say you will not last long, but I’ve seen young agents quit after two or three bloody cases they could not handle. You are nothing of it. And those are the facts.”

“Is it your official opinion as my supervisor?“ she mumbled

“This is my opinion as your mentor. As someone who cares about you and who can see all the potential you are holding back and need to learn how to unlock.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Like you said, I’m not known for my sense of humor.”

“Maybe we can work on that?” she joked looking at him, but that stone cold expression made her back out immediately “No? all right, let’s leave it here just like that.”

“Get some rest” he stood up and handed her the pillow she lost to Morgan before.

“How did you….?”

“Artifice is something to learn as well. Sleep kid, you’ll have a day full of work tomorrow.”

“You’ll be tormenting me now, won’t you?”

“Obviously. ”

“Hey, Hotch?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for the pep talk, boss.” she smiled and much to her surprise he reciprocared by lifting corners of his mouth in the slightest, almost invicible curve.

@somest1

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bronx-bomber87 · 7 months

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Happy weekend everyone :). We’ve reached the episode where Emmett and Lucy’s relationship comes to an abrupt end. Get to delve into why it ended and see Tim help her through it like he does. It’s a solid ep for them. Also more growth for our boy. Lets get going.

3x08 Bad Blood

We start with Lucy waking up to a cowardly breakup text from Emmett. Ugh. Not only that he’s dragging Tim into to it to grab his stuff from her. Extra helping of coward. I kinda wanna nut check him for this. No matter how Lucy treated the relationship this was unwarranted. I can’t stand people who aren’t forward with their feelings. Eject out of relationship through a text message instead of doing it face to face. Confrontation isn't fun but its better than doing this. Because that's all Emmett will be remembered for. Is having zero balls about their breakup. That's the legacy he's decided to leave.

It’s the first thing Lucy talks to Jackson about when she gets to work. She’s so mad and rightfully so IMO. Asking if he’s 14 years old? Why he couldn’t do it to her face? (man has no balls or integrity would be my guess) Jackson tells her sadly that’s most guys these days. She’s lucky she didn’t just get ghosted. So I guess he's one level above Uber coward then. Tim is within ear shot of all this. Asking Lucy if they can just get to work now?

Lucy ignores his plea to just go to work. Instead asking him if Emmett talked to him about this? Tim replies no why would he? That when they hang out its not a feelings party LOL Also If Emmett did Tim would’ve defended Lucy and told Emmett he was an idiot. I bet you he was far too scared to tell Tim about what he did. Especially after he ate him alive in 2x19. No way in hell he was coming to Tim about hurting her. Dude wouldn't have survived that convo.

Tim has the most Tim Bradford answer ever when he replies if she wants his advice? To Tim it’s so clear. He treated her badly to end the relationship. So naturally she just needs to walk it off. Cut that off emotionally and move on. Saying he clearly wasn’t the right guy for her. (He very much was not… *cough you are cough*) He’s always so brusk at first in his advice to her. Then once they’re alone in the shop away from Jackson he gets softer. I think part of that advice he gave here was cause they weren’t alone. How he is with her one on one is so different than when they have an audience.

We pan back to them finishing up a call. Lucy asking if Tim had ever been dumped out of the blue before? Then he makes a hilarious dark joke about Isabel. The change in this man regarding his ex-wife is unreal. The place he’s in now that he can use what happened to him in a sarcastic way is amazing. It has a dark edge to it like satire but progress none the less.

Clearly saying it to bring a little perspective to her about her situation. Lucy recognizes that but has to know the Why. I can’t blame her I’m the same way. It’s hard for me to let things go with no explanation. Especially when its affected me on a deep level. Lucy is practically begging Tim to ask Emmet WHY did he do this? This is something that is going to consume her day till she gets some answers.

Tim doesn’t have time to reply because he see’s the shop has been tagged. He goes white as a ghost. Lucy is trying not to laugh because she doesn’t understand what’s happening. Then Tim touches it and it’s fresh. He loses it and calls in the calvary. Lucy is looking around in a panic trying to asses the threat. Wondering why this feels like a DEFCON 1 situation right now.

We return to them at the station. Tim is explaining the situation to her. That 3Eyez was active from 2006-2010. Telling her they had victims all over the city. Whenever they got close to catching them it stopped. Tim assumed since it’s been so long they stopped. He also lets her know he checks the data base every 3 months. Just in case he shows up in another city.

Lucy says wow he must’ve been hardcore for him to obsess like this. Asks Tim what his biggest crime was? He tells her it’s him being a tagger. Costing the city hundred of thousands of dollars in repairs. Lucy is confused and says ok…in property damage though.... She is trying to connect why he’s so obsessed with them.

Then we find out his shop was tagged when he was a rookie. Not only that but he let it happen right under his nose. Lucy is getting a MAJOR kick out of this. Laughing and enjoying this piece of his history. Best part of her day so far. For a couple reasons. One he made a big ol' mistake as a rookie. You know she loves that. Delights her to no end. Especially with how he has berated her mistakes as his boot. Second she knows he must've had some unrelenting teasing attached to this moment. It happened right under his nose.

She is down right giddy as she is putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Asking him if he had a nickname? That after an incident like that no way he didn’t garner a nickname of some sort. Lucy is so desperate to get any intel on him pre-her. Especially in his own boot days. Tim can sense how damn eager she is about this. Tries to shut it down with a defensive ‘No…’ hahaha god I love them sfm. Lucy is enjoying teasing him about this far too much LOL

Lucy continues on saying this why he’s so intent on catching this guy. It’s personal. Tim tries to deflect as he does. Saying no. He’s a criminal and it’s their job to stop him. (Sure love sure....) Lucy tries to insert some logic into the situation by saying this seems pointless. The way he snatches back the photo it’s clear it’s not pointless to him…His wounded pride about an early mistake haunting him. Can't say I wouldn't be the same way. I take my failures so seriously even when they're not serious.

Jackson and Wade see 3Eyez mid tagging. They call it in and Tim hears it. Has them immediately attach to their call. Grey steps out of the shop and his back goes out. Jackson and Lucy go to help him. Tim stays in the shop and wants to go after the tagger. Leaving Lucy and Jackson behind to stay with Grey till ambulance arrives. Tim think he spots them in an ally and leaves his shop. It ends up being a dead end for him. He returns to which gets tagged again LOL Poor Tim can’t win for losing in this ep. He’s so mad.

The ambulance arrives for Grey. Lucy recognizes Dave from her time with Emmett. Asks if he works with him? He is instantly flirty with her and says Yes. He replies back she’s dating Emmet? Lucy says not anymore. His forwardness continues when he says how gorgeous she is. That he would be a fool to let her go. (I mean obviously... ) Lucy starts to see this as an opportunity to get back at Emmett. Not her most mature move here but she's going for it anyways.

Jackson can see this developing and isn’t on board. Gotta love him being frank with her about it afterwards. Lucy is just as forward and asks Dave out. Tells him Jackson will give him her number. Clearly only going out with this guy to get back at Emmett. Jackson immediately calls her on it. Lucy pulling a Tim defects what he’s saying. Before he can grill her further Tim pulls up in their tagged shop LOL He tells her not to say a word about it when he rolls up LMAO It’s too damn funny. He could not be more agitated about this.

Lucy is going on about her date with Dave. Asking Tim where they should go for dinner? Tim just makes a disapproving face. Lucy catches on real quick. Asking if he isn’t approving of her plan? Since he hasn't replied Lucy just goes OFF on a rant. Tim doesn’t even have to say anything. It’s almost like she unburdening her soul with the guilt she feels. Wanting him to say anything to justify or right her decision. Saying yeah maybe she is dating this guy to make Emmet jealous...

Tim says nothing and Lucy continues on saying Emmett deserves this. Radio silence... Then she point blank asks if he can say something to her please? She’s so desperate for his POV on this. Because when it comes to Lucy his emotional intelligence is off the charts. She needs his wisdom in this situation. Tim sighs and finally breaks. Says this is the first time In WEEKS she’s even mentioned Emmett. Lucy tries to deflect it by saying he doesn’t allow personal talk.

Tim doesn’t let her get away with that at all. Just like she calls him out he returns the favor in kind. Saying and yet we still have these conversations despite that. Basically saying if Emmett meant anything to her he would’ve been brought up to Tim. Even if he didn’t want to hear about it. That in all the conversations over the past few weeks she never once mentioned him. Lucy is still a little confused asks ‘What do you mean?’

It’s then Tim comes down with the truth hammer. It’s insane how well he can just zero in on her relationships. Like a mechanic looking at a car and spotting all the issues. This is something he does in the future with Chris in 5x08 as well. Helps her notice and face these issues. The issue in this instance being she was never invested in Emmett. That he treated the relationship the same way she did. With no care or effort. That it didn't matter. You watch the realization wash over her.

Like being smacked in the face with the truth. Melissa really crushes this portion. You can see her realizing what he's saying is true. That it's really sinking in and the guilt kicks in. Just like how only Lucy can talk to Tim like she does. It's the same for Tim with her. Only he can deliver the same telling her like it is that she does. This is what she wanted from this conversation though. Perspective, truth and the why behind it. Sometimes that hurts. This is something we learn with the relationships she has before Tim though. That's she never really all in with them.

She’s never really invested enough because they’re not what she already has with Tim. That deep inexplicable bond they share. It will forever take precedence over any of the other men she has in her life. They will ALWAYS pale in comparison to him. Now I don’t think she realizes she’s doing this at this point. But it’s exactly what she is doing. Especially knowing her next relationship and how that ends and why.

Leave it to Tim to deliver the why she has been searching for all day. The sad look of realization on her face gets to Tim though. You can see it above. He knows she's hurting now and distracted. So he does what he does best. Distracts her. Asks her what she thinks 3Eyez next plan is? Asking if they’re done for the day? Trying to get her brain moving. Get her out of her mental funk.

Even when Lucy explains what she thinks is their next plan she is still sad and distracted. So Tim offers up the info she so desperately wanted earlier. Offering a piece of his past to help heal her present. Something he’s done before and will only ever do for her. I love him not only telling her but having Isabel be involved in it. He has her laughing and smiling early into his story. Mission accomplished.

Using a good memory he has and sharing a part of his history to help her feel better. This is an underrated moment in the episode. I love it sfm. He needs to make sure she is ok. So he does this by offering up a piece of himself to her. That no personal life rule is a legit joke at this point haha

Tim has not shared a lot of happy moments if at all about Isabel. This was another massive step forward to the Tim we all know in s5. Willing to do anything for her especially if it makes her feel better. This tactic works like a charm. She is smiling and laughing at his story. Saying how sweet it was cause I mean it was. We forget there was a big chunk of time Tim was very happy with Isabel. Him sharing that vulnerability with her always floors me. Such a good scene. Look at how he is in that final gif. He's shared a past moment about Isabel and a happy one at that. He is not mad or grumpy he is happily reminiscing. Looking back and have it not hurt him but to just smile. This is HUGE for him.

They receive a falling incident call. Make their way towards it. Tim goes over trying to make sure this woman is ok. Lucy is trying to get his attention. Love her using his nickname to get his attention. ' Eagle eyes look up' Haha He finally looks where Lucy is staring and sees her tag. He then realizes it’s 3Eyez that’s in front of him.

This is their married scene of the episode. Lucy correcting him when he says how many times she’s tagged his shop. Can’t help herself and he looks up at her like really? You think now is this time for that? LMAO. Lucy knows when to shut it and walk away from being right. I love her body posture as she says this too. It’s too funny. Even has the most wifey look as she says it. Once again the ONLY person he allows to talk to him like this is her. It’s wonderful.

Tim joins her solo in her hospital room. Asks her why she started up again? She lets Tim know her husband left her....For his massage therapist. That she wasted the last 7 years of her life. You watch how her story impacts him. The empathy in his eyes when she’s telling him her story. Tim then asks 'Did she do this to get back at him?' She shakes her head tells him no. She just wanted to feel young again.

Then he does something truly lovely. He uncuffs her and gives her some lovely advice. Even makes her smile. Saying her husband is an idiot with a sweet smile. You can't tell me Lucy Chen hasn’t had an impact on this man. How is empathy has grown tenfold. Lets himself be kind and soft with others again.

This moment is proof of that. He spent the whole episode hunting her down. Wanting his justice for his past mistake. Then finding out she’s human and with a relatable past. He lets her go with just the misdemeanor and builds her up before he goes. Lucy would be so proud.

Speaking of Lucy she is filling out paperwork when she runs into Dave. He asks her if they’re still on for tonight? It’s then Lucy has to let him know her reasons behind it. Especially after her talk with Tim earlier. He seems ok with the reasoning. (Cause she’s beautiful that’s why.)

He tells her Emmett dumped her over text. He deserves this. Lucy can’t go forward with it. I’m proud of her for not being petty. That she wants to go out for the right reasons. Not because she’s hurt and angry. He tells he tells her he respects that. But in two weeks he’s gonna ask her again. We all know this legit goes nowhere LOL Never hear of Dave again but was a good moment of growth for Lucy.

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Side notes non-Chenford.

Poor Jackson getting pulled in two different directions about his career. Both wanting to set up his entire life for him. Nice to watch him stand up for himself with them.

Oscar’s SL pretty hilarious. He’s always funny to watch come on. Do love Lopez wanting to murder him LOL She had good reason.

As always thank you to all who engage with these reviews. Your likes, comments and reblogs fuel my desire to write them. You’re all amazing. Shall see you all in 3x09 :)

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