#it was the first thing i saw this morning so my half asleep brain could Not process that

[strayklds]

I think it's quite rude of Mr Han Jisung to wear something like that while I was at uni unable to check tumblr, because what the hell is happening? Sorry king but how dare you be wearing that?? Do you want me to go into a cardiac arrest???

LMAOOO hdfjksfh im sure that was a fun surprise to return to

#it was the first thing i saw this morning so my half asleep brain could Not process that #replies #anonymous

[writingoddess1125]

Your Weird Relationship Milestones

Weird couple things that no one talks about that is a major milestone

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

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Luffy

You and Luffy had known each other since you were children and had also been dating since you joined his crew as the Ship Barber.

Truthfully it had been a fun journey and everyday you two got closer and closer- Just in your guys own unique way.

Today was no excpetion- After doing some basic training till noon you had skipped breakfast and was starving to rushed to the kitchen.

Walking over you saw lunch had already been made and almost the whole crew was there eating, looking over Luffy's massive plate in question to see what it on the menu- Seeing Cutlet sandwiches served with shredded cabbage.. you didn't like the recent cabbage that much.

"You didn't like the cabbage right?" Luffy questioned as if reading your mind- Nodding as he held up one of his plates to you to taste the cabbage to see if you wanted it The crew staring at you two in now total shock as you munched on a strand of cabbage and took a small bite of his sandwich.

"Ehh- Sandeich is good- But no cabbage" You hummed and Luffy nodded as he went back to inhaling his own food. Everyone watching as you went to get a plate- excluding the cabbage.

It wasn't till way later when you were half asleep cuddled against Luffy that the thought came to you- Did Monkey D Luffy just share his plate with you?

Zoro

It had been a normal morning- you waking up first to roll out of bed and start your morning routine, of course it starting in the bathroom.

Too zoned out to care since you and him shared a living space with a bathroom so you knew it could only be Zoro- As you brush your teeth you hear the sound of water and realize he was taking a piss, with you right there?

"What island are we going to today?" Zoro questioned, you trying to rack through your brain

"Errr- S'mi S'mi i'land I 'hink-" {Sumi Sumi Island I think} You say with the toothbrush still in your mouth- Zoro finishing and stepping to the sink.

You step to the side so he can wash his hands and he grabs the deodorant- like with all your products he seemed to use prefer yours so he puts yours on instead. You handing him his hair cream which he thanks quickly and smooth through his mossy locks-

"Want a cup or coffee? Normal fixings?" Zoro called out as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Mhm!" You hum out earning a grunt of approval and spit into the sink finally. Yawning again as you were now starting to wake up.

The realization of everything hitting you. Were you two that comforble with each other now!? It felt like some marry couple morning- your face heating up as you simmered on it..

Sanji

Being on a ship was nice, but it did have some downfalls- One being the bath situation. For some reason there was only one bathtub in the whole ship- So you had to travel from a hot bath across the entire ship to get to the room you shared with Sanji- Freezing your ass off the entire way and wrapped in the thinnest towel.

Finally in the room you shed the napkin like towel and look for something warm to wear- already starting to shiver.

"Sanji! did we do laundry?" You called, looking to see you were out of all pants and underwear- Tsking as it was a bit too cold tonight to go full natural in bed.

"Uhh No we didnt- why?" He asked as he stepped back into the room and saw you still naked as day looking through clothes- staring for a bit before Grinning.

"I think what you're wearing now is a perfect outfit" He chimed, you rolling your eyes looking back at your gawking boyfriend.

"Yeah well this outfit I can catch a cold- Remember we are getting close to the north and it's going to be freezing tonight!" You reminded and Sanji nodded in understanding before a thought crossed his mind.

Sanji sighed at this as he went to your guys shared closet- Returning with sweats and shirt in hand.

"These are my favorite pair- BE good to them" He said calmly as he held out the very nice sleep sweats you'd seem him wear multiple times- fairly sure these were the ones Zeff shipped out. Smiling as you gently took it from his hands and kissed his cheek- knowing these were going to be the best sleeping pajamas ever.

"I promise I will"

Buggy

Show business was never easy- It was a constant swirl of chaos. Especially on Buggy's ship. So it was nice to have some moments were you and Buggy could just relax, especially after a hectic day or shows and making money.

So here you both are, Showered, out of makeup and lounging on the couch in Bugs office.

You laid there with your legs across Buggy's lap as you two chatted, there were random times that you and Buggy would absolutely say nothing in terms of conversation but just wanted to hear the others voice. Buggys hands stroking your legs as he kept his eyes half closed.

"Your legs feel different?.." Buggy questioned, still running his hands over the exposed skin-

"I didn't shave them" He seemed to nod at this and finally look at your legs to indeed see they were indeed hairy still touching them-

"Eh still not as good as mine- It's like a damn blue carpet" He grumbled flexing his leg as if giving and example. However he noticed you hadn't replied and glanced- noticing your intense stare at him.

"(Y/N)?-"

Rolling up you sit on his lap facing him and look over his face, he looked at you confused as you did this- Watching how your eyes focused in something.

"Stay still.." You mumbled before touching his nose, he felt a soft pinch and then you pull back looking at your finger.

"You had a blackhead on your nose-" He say calmly and show it to him. He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Ew Thats fucking gross... See any others?" He questioned and you began to excavate his face and back of any blemishes still talking about nothing. Buggy's mind however running over the fact that for the first time in his life- he hadn't felt worried about his nose with someone..

Mihawk

Mihawk is a cautious person- so he is always on his guard and prepared for the worse case scenarios. That I clues you in the first few years of your guys relationship- While he trust you there is always some wall built up to protect himself.. You understand and let him take his time-

You didn't even really notice since how living he was towards you, however as time went on he did relax around you more. Got more comforble with you around and It wasn't till one night after a relaxing date and time together that you both tucked in. Mihawk had always claimed to be a light sleeper, laying on his back perfectly posed like a vampire ready to rise at any moment- the slightest movement waking him so you learned to be still when he tried to sleep. Reading a book quietly since you weren't quite ready for bed, dozing off for a good 30 minutes before you felt a slight shift from Mihawk assuming he was still awake till-

Zzzz!!! SNORT Zzzzz!!

Loud deep Snores suddently rattling the bed like a damn earthquake!

Startling you, turning to see the man laying in the bed next to you as you see his face unattractivly shoved into the side of a pillow, his hair a fluffed mess and him on his side in a deep sleep. You'd never seen him like this before, you didn't know it was even possible as you heard another thunderous snore leave the man. It taking everything in your body to not giggle as you closed your book and dimmed the light on your side of the bed. Cuddling down next to him as another wash of snores left him.

Smiling as you realize this ment he finally felt comforble enough around you to deeply sleep- in a true REM sleep for the first time in probably years. It made your heart flutter and you giggled softly- Defiently a milestone you were proud of.

Even if it ment the snores.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #red haired shanks #one piece shanks #shanks one piece #shanks x reader #shanks x you

[charliedawn]

"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn’t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.

#sandor clegane x reader #ser jorah x reader #daenerys x reader #jon snow x reader #tyrion lannister x reader #littlefinger #petyr baelish x reader #sansa stark x reader #oberyn martell x reader #jaime lannister x reader #got characters x reader #fandoms #imagine #got

[haddonfieldwhore]

strangers - bo sinclair

bo sinclair x fem!reader

summary: bo has a very rare moment of humanity

warnings: implied smut, reader is bo’s captive, stockholm syndrome, blood

word count: 0.7k

loosely inspired by this song

the busted spring of the mattress poked into bo’s back as he rolled over in bed, trying to get away from the rays of sunlight creeping through the cracks in the curtain. he tried to go back to sleep but the light refused to let him, and he surrendered, sitting upright and leaning his back against the wall behind the bed. he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the light, before he looked over to your side of the bed at you still sleeping form. the sheets were the only thing covering you, draped lazily over your side as you lay turned away from him, your only movement being each breath you took.

he traced the bruises and indentations left behind by his teeth, leaving a trail down the side of your neck and across you shoulder. you stirred slightly, rolling over to face him but remained asleep, giving bo the chance to admire every detail of your face. your lips were bruised from his harsh kisses, dried blood caked to your mouth, and dark circles under your eyes. you’d only been in ambrose 6 months, but it had aged you nearly two years. not that you could remember how long it had been anymore.

but still, bo couldn’t help but think how young you looked; innocent. he knew you weren’t - at least not anymore. no, he had taken that from you. you were hardly the same person you were when you’d arrived in town, just asking for help with your car. all alone. a pretty young thing like you didn’t stand a chance. not for a second.

it hadn’t taken long for bo to decide he was going to keep you. after that it wasn’t long before he convinced you that you wanted to stay; that it was your idea, even. once he knew you wouldn’t try to escape (not that you could’ve if you tried) he let you stay at the house with him instead of the basement.

they were both prisons. one just had a bed.

bo thought back to that first day, that first week, that first time you didn’t flinch at his touch. the first time you smiled at the sight of him. it was over; you were his.

even if you could’ve gotten away, it was too late. you were his. he owned you.

it didn’t matter if you had a family back home, looking for you. your missing poster had started to tear from the bulletin board at the grocery store in your home town; your mother would replace it. it didn’t matter. no one would find you. the person you were was gone. a ghost, though you were still alive.

something twisted in his stomach, a strange feeling; something he didn’t recognize, like he’d eaten something off and felt sick. but it was something else entirely.

guilt.

bo sinclair, for the first time in his life, felt a shred of guilt. it lingered for only a second, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized, as your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him. your hands reached for him immediately, and bo pulled you into his lap, letting you curl into his chest. still half asleep, you peppered kisses along the underside of his jaw before nuzzling into his neck, nearly drifting off again. see? you were happy. he decided there was nothing for him to feel guilty about.

“mornin, darling.”

“good morning, bo,” you mumbled happily. anyone who saw this scene would think the two of you were in love. he’d rewired your brain so good you thought so too.

“go back to sleep baby. you did good last night.”

last night. you lost track of him many times he’d been buried between your legs last night, barely able to string together a cohesive thought by the time he was done with you, tears streaming down your face from it all being too much.

“i did good?” you hummed, and he nodded, kissing the top of your head.

“you did so good, sweetheart. now go back to sleep,” he cooed. you mumbled incoherently as you let yourself fall asleep in his arms. “that’s my girl.”

“…yours,” you mumbled before you were asleep again. he smiled.

“mine.”

#“am i making you feel sick? #strangers #bo sinclair x reader #ethel cain #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair #house of wax imagine #bo sinclair fic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax fic

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Protection Spell [Spencer x Reader]

Photo credits: Center Left (@thinkpink212) Center (@reidcoffeemoon) Rigth (@flowersforfrancis)

Prompt: The reader reflects on when she and Spencer found out they were pregnant with their first baby, a little girl, and the reader asks Spencer what he whispers to their child every morning when he gets up. 

Pairing: [established relationship] Spencer x BAU!reader, pregnant!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns. 

Category: fluff/comfort 

Word Count: 2.7K 

Content Warnings: Pregnancy [reader], morning sickness, prayer {no deity named], lots of fluff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Hi loves! This is my first submission for @imagining-in-the-margins wonderful March and April Prompts. The Prompt I used was “The couple enjoys trying for a baby.” These are tropes/plots that I have never written for before so I hope you like it. I did some research on pregnancy but not a ton, so forgive me if some things are off. I love being challenged as a writer to try new things. I hope you like this little fluffy fic and that you are having a great start to your week!. This was really fun to write. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

_y/f/f_ = your favorite food 

At first, it was the best thing to happen in the world. And it was still the best thing in the world. The little baby girl growing in y/n’s belly over the months had not only brought her and Spencer unbridled joy but also brought the team together in a stronger way. The way everyone had come together to help y/n and Spencer ensured her that their baby would be the most looked after and safest baby in the whole world. How couldn’t she be if with the BAU and half the Quantico office knowing about her already? As y/n lay in bed next to Spencer who was still asleep, belly round in the largest size paternity pajamas that the store had, she reflected on when they’d first found out they were going to be parents. 

y/n and Spencer had been trying for some time now. They had been to the doctor multiple times about it, both getting checks on their sexual health. Both y/n and Spencer got an all-clear from the doctor, however, y/n’s OBGYN had told y/n that her stress level and anxiety might be factors that might be affecting their chances. But despite these issues, Spencer and y/n had continued trying. They always made love at the peak window for y/n in her cycle, as well as much much more than that. y/n loved Spencer so much as he did this. It never felt like a chore to either of them. It was a joy to even be trying. They’d had a difficult conversation and both agreed that they wanted a child and wanted to give it the best life possible. So that fateful morning when y/n walked out of the bathroom feeling sick and just trying a pregnancy test that they now seemed to stockpile, and she saw the two pink lines, y/n screamed with joy. Of course, Spencer hadn’t taken it that way. He rarely heard y/n scream, so he rushed into the bathroom expecting something bad, but instead, y/n was standing in the center of the bathroom holding something in her hand like it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen. He was confused. The tall agent walked over to y/n and asked, “y/n, what’s happening?” With a kind of happy dazed look, y/n opened her palm so Spencer could look over her shoulder and see the positive pregnancy test. As soon as Reid’s brain registered what was happening, he froze. Suddenly his brain which could work ten thousand miles an hour came to a standstill. In a half whisper, Spencer asked, “For real?” y/n felt the tears building in her eyes as she nodded her head yes. 

As soon as the non-verbal gesture was done, Spencer rushed forward and covered y/n in an embrace. He hugged her tightly and picked her up off of her feet as he placed his head in the crook of y/n’s neck. He just took in the wonderful woman in his arms, not even having the right words to tell her apart from that he loved her over and over again. The couple waited a few weeks to tell the team. They didn’t want to give anyone false hope. Not even themselves, though immediately they started talking about names and baby rooms and the crib They couldn’t help themselves. They started making a list of names but decided to wait till their baby was born to name them. When Reid and y/n were more sure, with the advice of the doctor that things looked good, they broke the news to the team. The members of the BAU responded with jubilation. Everyone had asked y/n how she was feeling and if she needed anything like she might break if she as much stepped down the stairs. y/n reassured them all that she was fine to work, just a bit more nauseous than normal. After everyone had calmed down and y/n and Spencer had reassured them all that they would keep them updated, things went as back to normal as possible when a member of the team announced they were pregnant. 

Later that day, Aaron pulled y/n aside in his office for a little talk. For whatever reason y/n was a little nervous, but she did not need to be. Hotch asked her to sit, and she did. Aaron moved behind her to his desk and sat down as well. He had a small smile on his face and he started by saying, “Congratulations, y/n. I’m so happy for you and Spencer.” y/n blushed and replied, “Thanks Hotch. It means a lot to us.” Aaron nodded and then continued, “I want you to know that I’m not going to baby you. I’m going to let you do your job here, but I need you to tell me if you need a break. For anything. If you’re sick or just need a minute, I fully understand. You just need to let me or Rossi or anyone on the team know.” y/n nodded appreciatively that he wasn’t treating her like glass, but that he also understood that she was going to need time and space sometimes too. y/n had rarely seen Aaron like this, to take this tone. She assumed it was from his experience with Haley and Jack. He’d pretty much seen it all with that pregnancy. Of course, y/n was aware that all pregnancies were different, but it was nice to know someone who had seen this before with a job like theirs. Of course, Aaron didn’t give birth to Jack, but he was as attached to Haley as he could be when she was pregnant with Hotch’s son. Aaron broke the peaceful silence and concluded, “Obviously, when things progress I want you to be as safe as possible. We all will, so when that time comes, you, Spencer, and I can have a conversation, okay?” y/n nodded and Aaron couldn’t help himself from asking, “So, how are you feeling? Everything okay?” At the honest question, y/n’s face broke out into a huge smile and she said, “I’m happy Hotch. We’ve wanted this for so long, and it’s finally happening. Sometimes I don’t even know what to think.” Hotch nodded and said, “Well take your time, there will be plenty of that before it’s all over.” 

Aaron had been right. There was a shocking amount of time, and yet it seemed to fly by at the same time. All the things had happened mostly normal. Spencer and y/n had found out the sex of their baby girl at twenty weeks, then there were the more constant checkups and ultrasounds. y/n had raised blood pressure and bad morning sickness. Later The BAU ladies and some of y/n’s friends had held her a baby shower early just in case a case popped up. Then there were the more obvious signs of pregnancy like her belly swelling and the first kicks of the baby that nearly had y/n in tears. As great as being a new mother seemed, and as excited as y/n was, it was still hard. As her baby and body accommodated to the changes happening, y/n found it harder to move and her emotions started to play up more than normal. Like the first few days before a period but all the damn time. 

Hotch had slowly been phasing y/n off the active team and keeping y/n more and more in the precincts and sites that didn’t have any imminent danger on cases. By the third trimester, Spencer had encouraged her to take a full-time roll back in Quantico until their baby girl came. Aaron had agreed with Reid and said he’d approve the paperwork for the temporary shift in roles. After a few conversations with Spencer, y/n agreed. The stress on the field, even if she wasn’t on on a case, could still be bad for her or the baby, and she didn’t want to risk it. This was fine for a bit until y/n got bored silly with the work and wanted back on the field. The only thing that saved her was Garcia sharing her lunch breaks and telling her all kinds of amazing stories that y/n was certain were made up. 

By the middle of the third trimester y/n was ready to step back as things were hurting her more, and she had the instinctual desire to nest and to make their home ready for the delivery of her and Spencer’s baby. y/n asked for the last month off and Aaron granted the time. It was on the first day of y/n’s rest and preparation period that the crib came in. It had been a conversation y/n and Spencer had had time and time again about what model looked most comfortable and safe. Which was the best for the money they had. So when a delivery man came to the front door with a large, heavy package, both y/n and Reid were baffled. Spencer signed for the delivery and the man moved the package inside the living room. y/n and Reid moved toward the package and Spencer grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully opened the top of the package. Nestled inside with a lot of newspaper and other protective material was a dark crib that clearly been handmade. It shone with a dark stain and at the top was a letter in a cream colored envelope. Reid pulled out the letter and opened it up. He already had an idea about who it was from, but the carefully crafted note that brought small tears to his eyes told y/n what she needed to know. After Spencer had taken a few minutes to read and reread the letter, he handed it over to y/n. She took it with trembling hands and read the contents: 

Spencer, y/n, 

I might have heard through the grapevine, or a very communicative and persistent technical analyst, that you were expecting someone special soon. I’m sorry I can’t be there to support you more practically right now, but the road calls, and I must follow. I hope you find this gift useful. I miss you both and I wish you all the luck in the world. I know you will both be the best parents. Please let me know when my Godparent duties begin. All my love, 

Gideon. 

y/n had the same emotional response as Spencer, and they embraced and spent a good part of the day deciding where it would go in the baby's room. 

At this stage in the pregnancy timeline, y/n was very dependent on Spencer but also felt the need to make everything ready. Their baby was due in a little under two weeks, and y/n could be found sometimes scrubbing the floors and counters, as well as going through her hospital bag again and again and again, even though Spencer had helped her pack it with her most comfortable clothes and supplies she would need for the day of the delivery. y/n had spent hours over this period talking about what she would want to eat after she gave birth and how her favorite _y/f/f_ would taste so, so good. Their normal routine now, when Spencer was home, was that he’d wake up and make her breakfast, then help her with things in the bathroom. Often y/n woke and Spencer would have his hands on her belly feeling for kicks from their baby girl, and more often now, he would be hunched over and talking to their baby quietly, like they were sharing some secret conversation just between the two of them. Spencer had read every book he could get his hands on about parenting and pregnancy. After a while, y/n had called for a ban on buying new books and reminded Reid that he had his public library card and access to databases from all of his prior universities. Spencer had known about talking to babies in the womb, and he’d questioned the science behind it, but as y/n had needed to spend more time in bed in the mornings, she’d find him talking to her belly, and she found it very cute. Even though she did wonder what he was saying. 

This morning, y/n woke before Spence who was sleeping soundly beside her as the baby gave a few sharp kicks to y/n’s side. y/n placed her hands on her side and said softly, “I know baby. I’m just as excited to meet you too. It going to be a big day when you come, sweetheart.” y/n lay back and considered turning on her side but didn’t. y/n did move her hand up to Spencer’s curly hair and threaded her fingers through his locks. Spencer naturally turned on his side toward her. After a few more minutes of slumber, Spence lazily opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw y/n and he sat up with a stretch. “How was your sleep, sweetheart?” y/n smiled over at him and replied, “I’m good. I had to get up a few times to use the bathroom, but I slept well. I had a dream I was on the field again, but I was this far along. It’s safe to say I wasn’t very useful.” Reid chuckled and said, “Well I’m glad you slept well.” Spencer leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth and said, “Let me just say good morning to our baby girl and I’ll get you your breakfast in bed today, love.” y/n smiled and nodded as Spencer leaned over and kissed her tummy, running his hands over it before he leaned over and softly, almost inaudibly spoke to their baby. This procedure happened every morning. y/n assumed it happened even when she was still asleep and Spencer went in early. y/n’s hands found their way back into Reid’s soft locks which she massaged gently. Spencer’s eyes flickered up to hers and then back to his task. When he finished, Spencer looked up and y/n had to ask, “What do you say to her every morning?” 

Spencer's smile brightened and said, “Promise me you won’t think it’s silly?” y.n cocked her head and said, “Of course not Spence.” His response made y/n wonder what he was going to say even more. Reid let out a little chuckle and said, “Well, I start by telling her good morning. And then I tell her how excited we are to meet her. Most times I count down the days till she’ll come so she learns her numbers.” y/n nodded along and then Spencer said, “And I also pray to every goddess of pregnancy and fertility I know for a safe delivery and good day that she’s born. Just asking for some help when I get very stressed out on the day of.” At this admission, y/n quicked an eyebrow. She didn’t laugh, she thought it was cute, but not much in Spence’s character. y/n ran her hand over Reid’s sharp jaw and asked, “You never came across as much of a religious person Spencer? Is this something new?” Spencer sheepishly looked at y/n and said, “Well, I don’t know if I believe my prayers are reaching anyone I’m asking for help. But, I’ve learned as much as I can about what’s coming, but that doesn’t mean I know what’s coming. I suppose I can’t predict everything, and having some extra help, even if it’s a placebo can’t hurt. Think of it like a little protection spell. You and our baby girl are the most important thing in the world for me. And I’ll do anything, anything to keep you safe. Even participating in a bit of superstition to make sure it happens.” y/n smiled warmly and pulled Reid into a hug, burying her face into his chest. y/n knew that Spencer was going to be the best father ever. They had a team behind them ready to support them. But as y/n took in just how special Spencer was to her and their baby, she sent up a little prayer of her own for anyone who would listen, thanking the universe for bringing them together. 

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[rudeflower]

JESS ANGST SCHOOL ANGST COMPLEX TRAUMA ANGST

In Keg Max! Principal Merton tells Jess he has missed 31 days of school. Now that makes him a chronic truant for sure, it means he's missed more than 10% of the school year, the standard school year is 180 days. Let's say there's 10 days left in the school year.

That's a LOT of school to miss. Young people improbably here, do not miss that much school

But relative to what we're being told about Jess, it's a weirdly low number? Jess never goes to school!!!! He's working 10000 hours at Walmart instead of going to school no school never heard of him!

That means that Jess attended school 139 days. Most schools I've worked with define that as a certain number of hours attended, more than half the day. So even if he was skipping that's 139 days he went to more than half the day NOT GOOD AT ALL BUT

Even after he was eighteen (early in the school year) he still laced up his boots and showed up somewhere he hated at saw no point in going to WHY!!????

First of all this is actually a ridiculously overcommitted young person let's at least acknowledge that.

He works before school at Luke's, and he works in the evenings too, closing up at 11:30 in one episode. Not just filling coffee mugs anymore. By season 3 he's closing alone, keeping tabs on the delivery schedule and capable of (furiously) running the morning rush alone.

AND he's working 45 hours a week at Walmart doing physical work, AND (poorly) maintaining a romantic relationship, AND reading obsessively, AND YES GOING TO SCHOOL! Jess starts working at Walmart in November (if you treat the air date as the canon date with the show roughly does), combined with Luke's it's probably 60-65 hours a week and still went to school 139 days!

He's making ridiculous choices because he is a tiny little fool but also has a trauma soaked brain

Jess chooses to be maxed out every minute of his life because he cannot tolerate being unoccupied, like a lot of people with complex trauma (and ADHD and Autism and more all of which could apply to Jess but rn I am talking about complex trauma)

When someone is used to chaos in their environment they actually feel less safe when things are quiet and still. It leads to someone who needs to have their RAM at 100% every waking AND sleeping moment

So they work 65+ hours, go to school most days, and they

cannot relax without extreme stimulation AKA needing the music on to sleep

Walk while reading because walking and looking ahead isn't enough is not occupied enough need more occupied

and starts reading the second he's stops talking to someone or using his hands to do something else. Reading as default in any given second.

He reads compulsively, no matter how chaotic the environment.

Reading ALSO isn't enough must be annotating and analyzing too passive reading is NOT ENOUGH

So Jess would rather show up at school for 139 days where other people are moving around, where there are fights to get into and classes to move to and from, even after he's an adult and Luke wouldn't find out that he isn't showing up. He'll show up to a test just to be in the classroom, not to take it.

This is not mentioning what I'm too lazy to screencap, that he's always doing something. that especially when he's talking to Luke Jess is constantly and doing things with his hands constantly.

There's really only one time we see Jess sitting still doing almost nothing

But not really nothing because smoking really is something.

My dude needs to be as occupied as possible from the time he wakes up all the way up to and including when he falls asleep to stay occupied and all that he's got on hand is going to a school that says the pledge of allegiance in six different languages then he will go! It's 100%%% occupation or the horror of possibly relaxing and WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN

#if you are reading this thinking “well of course he goes to school he has to” #you are thinking with your brain on not Jess's #he is of legal age and can drop out AND lock Luke out of school communications #luke is very bad at keeping tabs on him and jess knows it #you can do whatever you want when you think no one cares what you do and jess does not need to go to school her doesn't need to do 149 days #I AM ADDICTED TO THESE POSTS!!!! #gilmore girls #gilmore girls meta #jess mariano

[sorchathered]

Heard it through the grapevine

A/N- SNB Chapter 8 is coming on Wednesday, but to tie you all over here is a one shot of what’s been going on with Bradley in the aftermath of Mirage’s pregnancy announcement. Thank you guys for sticking with me on this journey!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x OC (Mirage/Erin Riley)

Warnings- language, drinking, Bradshit being an idiot

Summary- Bradley is hungover as hell the morning after Mav’s wedding, what the did he get himself into overnight?

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Bradley had fucked his social life up to the highest degree in the past 6 months but even he had to admit this shit took the cake.

He’d gotten completely trashed last night, after months of trying to get sober, because his biggest insecurity played out right before his eyes. He’d be an idiot to deny he’d never been worried about Jake getting in the middle of his relationship over the past few years, the man had an ego the size of his home state and he wasn’t bad to look at either. But you had always insisted it was platonic, never given him a single reason to doubt you, yet it somehow never stopped the jealousy that bloomed in him when he saw the two of you together. It was stupid really, he’d been the one to cheat on you in the end and burn everything he’d thought he wanted to the ground, but watching your former fiancée make out with the guy he’d always worried about and then get whisked away to no doubt fuck each others brains out stung a little. So he did what he knew best, drown himself in bourbon and promptly pass out at home, or at least that’s what he thought had happened.

He woke up the next morning feeling worse than he had after that rager in his frat house right before graduation, every step had him convinced he was going to throw up everywhere but his tiny french bulldog was a force of nature and she was insistent that they go outside. He was half dressed in his suit from the night before, no idea where his phone could be but that was a worry for future Bradley, right now he needed aspirin and coffee. Still trying to piece together what had happened in the aftermath, it looked as though he’d made quick work of destroying the leftover pizza and most of the lasagna he’d made earlier in the week, clearly couldn’t be bothered to close the fridge as the damn thing was wide open when he entered the room. The last of his expensive bourbon was gone, and it looked like he was out of beer as well. What a mess. As he set about to clean things up he heard his doorbell go off, then someone beating on his front door, what the hell could possibly be this important on a Sunday morning? He grumbled all the way to the entryway, flinging it open to find his best friend Natasha Trace looking even more pissed off than normal, clearly he’d fucked something up judging by the rage on her features.

“I’ve been calling you for HOURS! What did you do just fall off the face of the damn planet?!” She said as she elbowed her way into his living room, he didn’t have the energy for this he was sure but there was no point in stopping her now.

“I was asleep, and honestly I don’t know where the hell my phone went, I’m hungover as fuck right now Nat so can we just skip to the part where you tell me what I did wrong and yell at me?”

She rounded on him and he staggered back, a little nervous until he saw the look of pity across her face. “Bradley we need to find your phone, but first I need to show you something.”

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. As she scrolled through her instagram to the profile of the girl he definitely shouldn’t still be sleeping with he was almost hopeful that she’d decided to move on from him and posted a new boyfriend, but he knew he couldn’t be that lucky and after all she had just been at his house earlier in the week, if she was seeing someone else she would’ve told him. Right?

What he most certainly didn’t expect was to come across a set of photos, pictures the two of them had taken and never posted because it didn’t seem right, and at the end a picture of a onesie and a positive pregnancy test. Oh he was definitely going to be sick.

Nat had shoved him into the bathroom to shower while she made a pot of coffee and Bradley was frozen in place as he watched the bathroom steam up. How the hell had he let this happen? Why wouldn’t she have said something to him before posting about it? He picked up his phone and looked at the photos again, he did like Mirage despite the circumstances that had started their entanglement, she was funny and very pretty, impulsive yes but he wouldn’t have thought she’d do this to him. He opened his texts to message her, they needed to sit down and discuss this in person, but as he opened them he realized just how drunk he’d been last night. There in the messages were all the answers he wanted, she had in fact told him first and he had told her to go for it about posting the announcement. He was such an idiot, how did he let himself get this way? He needed to piece together the rest of his night and fast, so he shot her a quick message to come over and jumped in the shower. He didn’t know how to fix this, but he knew he couldn’t avoid it this time.

Nat was furious with him, she’d found out through Stormy about everything leading up to their breakup and now finding out that he’d somehow green lit this pregnancy announcement while black out drunk had her fuming. “Do I need to pack you up and send you to a rehab facility Rooster?! What the hell has been going through your head lately?” She was shaking her head between death glares, in his entire navy career he’d always had Nat, since they met in training as young kids, and she’d never been angrier than she was right now. “I know Nat, I know I fucked it all up, but I can’t change it now. All I can do is sit down with Mirage and see how to go forward with this, I-I’m going to be a dad…Holy shit how the hell am I supposed to do this? What if I fuck this kid up? What if I-“ she puts her hand up to silence him, he’s spiraling now and that’s not going to help anyone.

“We are going to work this out ok? Just take a breath, we also need to find you a better therapist because this guy is obviously not teaching you anything beneficial.” She wasn’t wrong, the guy clearly just phoned it in and received his paycheck, Bradley had been going through the motions but not making any real progress. It was times like these he longed to have his parents around, maybe then everything wouldn’t have gotten so out of control.

Within the hour Mirage was at his door, Bradley let her in with a small smile and gestured for her to sit down, but when she saw Natasha she wavered; looking back at Bradley like a deer in headlights. “Relax Erin, I’m not here to whack you, I’m just moral support.” She says with an eye roll, and the girl, albeit irritated, finds a seat on the couch. “So I take it from your texts you drank a little too much last night, I had a feeling you’d be upset after the wedding but I didn’t think you’d forget our conversation entirely” she was frustrated, he knew she would be, especially considering how important that conversation was. “Look, Erin I know I keep fucking it up. I’m a mess, I never should have dragged you into it in the first place but here we are. I’m going to try at this, and you give me all the hell you need to because I really do want to make this work. If you want us to be a real family we can work at it, or if you just want me to co-parent I’ll respect your choices, but no matter what got us here I’m not going to keep letting you down.” He knew he didn’t have a right to promise anything, and he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t make a mistake again, but he knew what life was like without a dad, and he couldn’t let that happen to his child. His child. He was going to be a father.

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Before he knew it 6 months had passed, He and Erin had been going to couples therapy on top of seeing a new therapist for himself and Bradley could say with confidence he’d been sober for all of it. He wasn’t going to the bar like he used to, instead choosing to come home in the evenings to binge tv and cook dinner with his girlfriend. They had found out just last week that they were having a little boy, Nicholas Bradshaw jr. and truly Bradley couldn’t believe how well things had been going.

He’d been transferred to the Golden Warriors, still working out of North Island but no longer actively working with the Daggers, and while initially it had hurt he knew it had been for the best. His relationship with Jake had boiled over into his work life and he agreed that it was best that they work apart. Life was going well, which usually meant the other shoe was about to drop but he was feeling pretty confident. Until one fateful evening when he received a call after work from a distraught Maverick, Stormy’s plane had gone down over the Atlantic and she was in critical condition. Jake and Admiral Simpson were heading to Walter Reed in Maryland to meet her and they didn’t know when or if she’d wake up. He didn’t know what he could possibly do to help, and without realizing he had already dialed the number of his old wingman. No answer, which he expected but he left a voicemail of support nonetheless. Whatever happened now all he could do was pray that the kindest girl he’d ever met would be ok.

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[thegengarprincess]

“Dobro jutro,ljubi.” “Dobro jutro,sonček.”

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Gene: Pure tooth-rotting *FLUFF*

Summery: Just a glimpse of what a normal lazy morning looks like 4 the husbands ever,except it’s their half-year anniversary N after some reminiscing,Jan decides 2 ask his now boyfriend of half a year if he still remembers the morning after they became official,and boy does Nace remember~

Disclaimer: *All* of this is completely fictional and im not associating this with the real people whatsoever,I just like using these silly lil pretty Balkan men as my Barbie dolls,the moment either of them say their uncomfortable with fanfic im deleting the whole thing,k.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*🐈‍⬛🐕*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This was it.By now it had been almost a whole year since Martin brought *him* to meet the boys,the man who would replace one of his best friends all so they could keep making music.Jan knew why he had to leave yet it still stung to say goodbye when Martin had been through basically *everything* with the band till now.But what Jan didn’t know back then,no matter how much he believed logic would *always* triumph over love,was that “the new Martin” would end up proving only *sometimes* logic can triumph over love,*especially* when it comes to his now boyfriend and bassist,*Nace Jordan.* Which is how he found himself here,snuggled up in Nace’s bed with an arm wrapped securely yet ever so gently around his slightly smaller frame,Ollie curled up near his legs and snoring just as loudly as a *certain* brunette who had a tendency of reminding him of the small creature sometimes.He slowly awoke to the sound of a familiar yawn which could only come from one person,the one who had been sleeping beside and stayed with him through every rough night for *months* now,and hopefully forever when he can finally afford to go ring shopping,only the best for *his* Nacko afterall and nothing less. Nace tossed onto his side so he could see that perpetually half asleep face he’d come to adore so *so* much,when said face asked him a question along the lines of: “Do you still remember the morning after we became..*this*?” Jan said to him,voice still raspy from sleep ,using his finger to point at himself than Nace. “You mean the morning after we fucked eachother’s brains out in some dingy club bathroom while the rest of the boys were shitfaced drunk N doing god knows what then you told me the first time we saw eachother you forget how to *breath*.” he chuckled which also elected a giggle out of Jan,a sound he would *love* to keep in a jar and listen to on repeat when he has a off day. “Forgetting how 2 breath wasn’t the first thing I did when we met,you know.” “Then what was?” “How to think after I saw ur tattoo sleeve up close for the first time during one of our first gigs together,you had *no* idea what that did to me back then.” slowly tracing along the ink that adorned his boyfriends arm,all away to his shoulder as he planted a kiss on one of the last ink covered patches on the others skin. “Buttt I do now,alot actually.” “How so?” Nace pulled him closer and whispered the answer into his ear,breath ghosting slightly over his lobe,making a small smile tug at his lips. “Cause of all the bite marks and hickeys I always find scattered on them the next morning~” it was Jan’s turn to laugh now when Nace started to place a trail of kisses down his ear.watching the tips go a dark shade of red which always looked good when he was the one wearing it. “Not like you can really blame me tho,tattoos are hot as fuck *especially* when they belong to my extremely sexy and beautiful boyfriend!” he cupped the boyfriends in questions face in his hands and just *admired* him till Nace spoke again. “And who’s that?” Nace questioned as if he didn’t know who he belonged to. “You.” were the only words that came out of Jan’s mouth before he kissed him,slow but it was one of the sweetest kisses he’d ever given,that’s only natural when ur man’s a literal *angel* with the softest lips known to man afterall. Tho it stared off as a innocent “good morning /wake up kiss” which *may* have led to a full on makeout session,both men stayed like that for awhile,only breaking the kiss so they could get some air in their lungs,gently pressing their foreheads together and staring into the others eyes for what could have been an eternity,not like either of them would mind of course. “Dubro jutro,ljubi.” “Dubro jutro,sonček.” And if Jan and Nace from half a year ago knew this is what that faithful day where Martin brought him into the studio to the boys would lead to,maybe getting a new bassist wasn’t the worst idea in the world afterall~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*💜❤️*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

(BIG BIG TY 2 ONE OF MY FAVE MOOTS @da-proti-toku-grem 4 ANSWERING MY ASK EARLIER N GETTING MY MOTIVATION 2 WRITE BACK INTO GEAR N HELPING WITH LAST MIN NERVES B4 POSTING!! 🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶 ur truly such.a.f4n.*SWEETHEART* N I hope one day I can be just as good of a writer as U are! I fr always start kicking my feet N twirling my hair when I see U in my inbox,seeing the lil notification with ur user *ALWAYS* makes my day better + U were one of the first blogs i started following N was a huge idol of mine back when I was a lurker!! X33 luv ya Maca ,4 aslong as we have the boys and 4ever <3333333333)

#first time writing a fic N how the *F4* do U guys do this 😭😭 #just wanted 2 write smh fluffy 4 the husbands cuz they deserve 2 live a happy life were everything’s perfect N nothing hurts :3 #also cuz im *STARVING* 4 Jance flavoured fluff N if I have 2 write it myself then so be it! ☺️☺️ #big juicy and Jan je bog #joker out #nace jordan #jan peteh #jance #fanfic #I lobe them sm it’s not even *fair* anymore :’33

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 16

Synopsis: The reader feels off after last night’s activities. She starts to flounder a bit, and she meets another cautionary tale. What?

A/n: I'm so so so sorry that this took so long. Life has happened, so yay! But here's Gwen! Yay! To all who read this, rhank you so much! And to my mutual, you are the best.

Needless to say, you woke up sore. The kind of sore it would take you a little while to get out of bed for. Your usual jolt out of sleep happened, but it was stopped by the Time Lord's vice grip on your body. He seemed to be still asleep. His hearts thrumming in a rhythm of four lulling you out of you usual first moments of anxiety you always suffered from upon waking.

You could feel every bite and thrust of the night before. He was like an animal in heat. The way he acted felt quite literally couldn’t be described as any way but in rut.

Did Time Lords have mating schedules? You knew the gender thing was a bit murky. But did they have a mating schedule? You didn’t know if a hybrid of human and Time Lord was possible…

Or if the morning-after pill would work.

You silently begged your IUD to put in the work.

Plus, would the abortion clinic be able to deal with it? Or would you have to break your own rules and go off planet to some space clinic to deal with that?

Your singular heart raced in it’s cage.

You pushed some of these truly silly thoughts aside.

A dark, but nice thought of you knocked up with his kid entered your brain. Maybe you’d look good pregnant…and if it were his kid?

You swallowed and laughed at yourself, You must really be in a committed relationship of you had domestic bliss coming to your mind. Derailing your plans and solid oaths…

You felt mentally changed too. It was difficult to put your finger on it, maybe it was his possessiveness of you in the act. Or the fact that he was changing his entire lifestyle to suit you. Sometimes felt…distinctively off.

Not that you minded. Change was good.

But it lay there as surely as you did, covered in bruises and muscles still shaking to their core. An inexplicable feeling, a haunting sensation.

You laid next to him quietly. Unable to break the moment where it stood. The moment was not half bad in itself.

You noticed the hearts behind you start to speed up. You turned your body gently in the hold and saw his eyes gazed up at you.

“How long have you been up?” You questioned.

“Seconds.”

It was satisfactory enough for you.

“Hey, do you really have to meet with this woman? We can play hooky and I don’t know…get a Chinese and sit by the river.” You tempted. You didn’t want to leave his side at all. You felt the urge to curl into his ribcage and stay there. In that bed. Indefinitely.

“I have to do my job…” His lashes caught on themselves as he rolled his eyes.

“Fair enough.” You replied as you thought about the money you personally were missing out on. You’d feel it in the middle of the next term when you couldn’t even afford a packet of crisps and a cheap beer to take the edge off.

Yet alone cigarettes and cheap lingerie…

“Yeah…” You didn’t push.

“Free to come with me, my fawn.” He tightened his grip on you as he nestled his face in your hair, pushing his forehead to yours.

“You mentioned some person from another organization? What’s her deal?” Curiosity threatened…

“Oh, yes. Gwen Cooper-Williams. She was a part of this organization funded by the monarchy. To investigate and harvest alien technology and be off the books about it. Was started because Victoria and I had some issues. My old friend…” The word friend seemed to hiss its way out of his teeth. Lots of baggage there, you noted. “Took over the Cardiff branch. Was trying to reform it from the inside in my honor. She was his second-in-command. Everyone died. Except them.”

You felt grim. Death followed the Doctor like that kilo that you kept gaining and losing did.

However, the grimy thought swept itself away with the blink of those perfect eyes and the warmth of the bed you shared. He might have been cooler than you in body temperature, but the blankets and your warm, human body made it a comfortable furnace…

The horrors of the Doctor’s ever-widening world were getting bigger, but you weren’t reacting how you probably should be.

More differences.

“I think she may be bringing her family…A real family affair.”

“Like Mary J. Blige?” You tried a little bit of banter.

“Maybe…that sounds familiar. But I can’t place it…” He mused, seemingly inhaling your exhale.

“Of course. “

You found yourself having to leave the warm pile of blankets and him, his alarm on a watch announced itself.

You let out a puff of air as you pouted. He got out of bed and you crinkled the bedding around your neck and tucked your chin over it.

“You can come with me or get out.” He bribed against your petulance.

“Fine!” You made a show of it as you got out of bed. By the time you had resigned yourself to being officially ‘up’, he was mostly dressed.

“Humans, you really are a bunch of kids at times.” He observed as he zipped up his hoodie and went for his blazer.

“Weird thing to say to someone you actively sleep with.” You shot back as you crouched over your suitcase and started picking through the clothes.

“Well, I am hundreds of years older than you, aren’t I, my darling fawn.” He pet your hair and traced his way down to stroke the underside of your throat. You liked the sensation and how it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm, yeah.” You leaned into it as he took his other hand and glided it through your hair. You halted your search for a pair of fresh underwear and a top.

“Be good and I’ll get you permanent clearance here.” He jokingly chided.

“Okay…” You sighed as you didn’t really want clearance, but it was a nice offer anyhow.

You got up and started to dress yourself. Nothing too special, just an old tee-shirt and jeans, you didn’t know what all the day entailed, so you went for easy everything. You thanked your lucky stars you had a nice jacket tucked away for any night time casual excursions.

You went into the bathroom and did your normal skincare and some basic make-up, and to cover up the love bites he gave you. With all that, you kept your hair down.

These were no ones business, you felt.

“I knew a person, she needed three mirrors to do her make-up.” He placed his right hand in the air and moved it about to elaborate that.

“I mean…it helps.” You shrugged as you finished up sticking on a coat of lip gloss.

“She had an abnormally round face.”

“Cool.”

He offered you the crook of his arm and you grabbed your purse.

You met the head of UNIT, Petronella and some others you couldn’t recall, and some soldiers in the entrance as some very attractive middle-aged woman with dark brown, almost black hair and green eyes walked in. She wore a utilitarian leather jacket and a pair of combat boots. She held a laptop bag and a messenger bag was slung over her shoulder.

Her freckles were captivating…

She was accompanied by a slightly-heavy set man, a young teen girl and a preteen boy. The man had a big rucksack on and had a laptop bag as well.

“Oy! You’re Kate?” She walked up to Kate Stewart and offered to shake her hand.

“Yes, pleased to finally meet you, Missus Cooper-Williams. I trust your trip up from Porth Colmon was pleasant.” Kate went in with a degree of professionalism that went over the head of both you and this Gwen character.

“I got a note from Martha Jones to wish you well…” Kate added on.

“I’ll send her an email.” The woman’s Welsh accent trilled delightfully through your skull.

You felt yourself grow several shades of embarrassed.

“I’m the Doctor.” Your obviously-there boyfriend motioned over, offering himself into the fray.

You stood by and felt your cheeks burn as she stared at him. You felt like you didn’t belong. You knew you probably did. You felt entitled to belong here.

“You look…familiar? Why do I know you?” Gwen took a look at him, a haunted expression seemed to catch in her throat as she hitched her breath out of her lungs.

“I’ve been told my face is unforgettable.” He smiled and swished his fingers up over.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“You do that.”

The professionals took over and ushered everyone into a basement digital archive.

You made yourself useful and got everyone’s tea and coffee order and went to the small coffee station in the corner.

“I take it you’re the new Jack and Martha? A new Rose?” Gwen said as she took her tea out of your hand.

“I guess?” You felt a pang of something, jealously perhaps. More of that sinking that you felt at the botched Narcotic Another meeting for companions.

However, the minute these emotions took hold, you felt yourself being washed in a wave of self-reassurance. You were different, you were his fawn. His favorite.

It felt off, but you sighed in relief.

“When you get thrown out, yeah, Torchwood may be now gone. But my sofa is open. He dumped Jack in a bad place far from home.” She whispered. “If you get dumped in the past, here on Earth, here's all my addresses. Tell me you’re a friend of Jack. I’ll retcon myself obviously. But if it’s in the future…” She quickly scribbled down some addresses and slid them into your pants’ pocket.

You looked over, a stabbing in your eyes at your Doctor, who was shredding wires to optimize intake, sonic screwdriver wedged into his mouth.

You felt yourself start to shake, but more of your brain started talking at you. It told you that he’d never do that to you, and didn’t you recall that you never would go into space, let alone go back in time. It was a warm, cloying feeling, not unlike the blankets that you so unwillingly left that morning.

You inhaled and the sigh of relief came up again.

You were his favorite little fawn, after all!

You sat back and let everyone go about. The children were engrossed on their phones.

You still felt off, and you worried maybe your IUD got slightly dislodged after last night’s activities.

Could you get pregnant if that happened? You couldn’t recall reading that in the unholy ream of paper that was included in its placement.

You stared at them. Pondering what would happen if you were getting pregnant as you sat there. What if you couldn’t get rid of a half-human, half-Time Lord fetus? Were you prepared for motherhood?

You had so much life and plans for the future.

A future that was already disrupted, but you were still going to have one.

A baby, regardless of species, would ruin that…

Could you be a good parent? Did you have that in you? The Doctor had parenting experience. He mentioned a granddaughter. You didn’t know how good of one he was. You didn’t know that. You couldn’t…

You shook yourself mentally by your shoulders. You clearly were losing it. You had to snap out of it.

Good lord! Was this you in a healthy relationship? Sappy and soft? Thinking of total domesticity?

A side of you you’ve never met…

It was all reasonably quick in the end. The entire operation wrapped up as quickly as it had started.

“I’d recommend you to a few museums for your children…” You heard Kate say to Gwen and Rhys. (You had heard Gwen say his name quite a few times in the last hour and a half.)

“No, we’re going back to Wales. Quick trip to this dump you call our capital, go back.” Gwen said. No love clearly lost there!

The Doctor snickered.

As she left, she shot one final look at you. It seemed imploring. Then one final, baffled look at the Doctor.

She took her menagerie and vanished into the busy streets.

Apparently the Doctor was needed at meetings, and you were given the afternoon off. You got a reassuring kiss and told to have fun. London was free for you to use and abuse.

You took it. You needed the fresh air. A quick, real-life reality check. Away from whatever BBC-level, sci-fi bullshit your life had become.

You found yourself fiddling with your necklaces and adjusting them against the bruises on your neck and shoulders. The shirt you were wearing wasn’t a good enough barrier, but it was good enough for now.

You found yourself in some park near a Tesco Superstore and holding a coffee from a near-by café you hardly remembered ordering. It was growing cold.

You broke down, fully embarrassed about the day. Not only how useless you felt, but how you were so sick with love that you weren’t even able to have yourself a sense of worry.

You felt weak.

You would have usually tried to buck yourself up, to make yourself and your ego take precautions against this. But it didn’t come. All you could think about was him. His everything down to the way his toes were shaped.

You felt like without him you’d physically fall into shards.

Truly, relationships weren’t for you.

But you dare not do anything.

You loved him too much.

You made a note to go see your gynecologist and perhaps get a therapist.

You started to light up a cigarette but you gazed up at the sky as it burnt itself up.

You got a text from him wondering where you were. You shared your location. He was on his way.

Suddenly, all your apprehension and agony of the situation vanished. He was coming here! He was coming for you! He was going to join you! Your Doctor was coming to spend the rest of the day with you on this park bench! He’d never desert you or let you go away from him!

You fought to get yourself under control, you may be sickeningly in love, but you were in public…

You sipped your ice-cold, formerly-hot coffee and waited for him to join you.

Thus, he did.

He slid up besides you and looked out across the park.

“So what did you do?” He asked in earnest.

You felt instantly clear-headed and in a less pensive mood. “Just this, went on the Tube. Wandered. I don’t want to be a tourist.”

“Yeah, you blend right in.” He trilled, you took it for sarcasm.

You shrugged and exaggerated your hands. Your ring on your left index finger lightly clicked off the side of the bench as you slid it back down at rest.

“What’s something you wish you could do? Anything in the whole of the city! Name one thing and it’s yours…” He revved himself up.

He wrapped a finger in your hair and curled it in to the base of your skull as he went to stroke your jaw slightly and repeatedly.

It sent a shiver down your spine and pleasure to your core. It made you throb a tad.

Here you were, coming undone, in public. Children were around! So were dogs! Not an optimal place…

But nonetheless, you felt a heavy pull in your gut as you leaned your jaw up and felt the sky beam a ray of sun onto you. His fingers felt next to glorious as they stroked you and the entwined finger anchored his entire hand on you. The way his thumb was swiping over your lips was absolutely criminal. The skin on your lower lip was prickling and getting more sensitive with every sweep. Your moan was slight and reverberated throughout his thumb. You parted your lips in hope that he’d place it inside your mouth.

“This feels nice. Can we do this?” You cooed.

“Maybe later.” He used his entwined finger to pull your head up and kiss you and untangling himself from your head.

You dwelled on his ask of you for a moment before you whipped out your phone to consult your list you made previously in preparation.

“Gunnersbury Park Museum? The Natural History Museum? I’ve got a lot of cafés and little record stores and book shops listed. But you could chose…I mean. You could probably correct the exhibits if they’re wrong.” You let out a nervous laugh and mocked his age lovingly.

“I’m not allowed in the Natural History Museum.” He shook his head and bull-frogged his cheeks. “Yes, it was this particular body. No, I’m not risking it.”

You bit your lips together and started shredding bits of skin off with your front teeth.

“Of course.”

He looked over at your list, an eyebrow cautiously raised. The Doctor tapped at one of your ideas.

“Kew Gardens is relatively near here. We can go there.”

“After you, then.” You smiled and got up, offering in the crook of your arm.

His face was unreadable, but inched towards amused. At least that was your interpretation. Sometimes faces were tricky for you, but this man was no exception. Often it seemed like he was human enough to interpret things at face value, sometimes things felt like maybe faces worked differently where he was from.

As if you didn’t feel like enough of a freak…

But he understood you always. Even when you didn’t understand you, yourself. Which came in handy, all things considered. Most people seemed to interpret your words and actions differently than intended. But not him, not the Doctor.

It was almost like he was inside your brain.

Maybe that was a perk of dating an ancient alien who had been around the block. He’d already been domesticated.

Good.

Whatever it was, you’d take it!

As he took your arm and you headed out to Kew Gardens, you felt positively swept away.

Over eight billion people on the planet, and who knew how many more out in that big, mad universe he traveled.

And here he was, with you!

How lucky you were.

#personal #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #12th doctor #peter capaldi #12th doctor x reader #reader x 12th doctor #you x 12th doctor #12th doctor x you #self insert #give it up for gwen cooper yall #teacher student #yipeee #i wrote this

[the-roo-too]

She fell first but she fell harder kind of trope

with any of the unnie line of nmixx😌👍

break my heart myself -> bandmate! seol yoona

-people cope with things in many different ways

warnings: they make out ig

genre: angst (poor attempt at)

notes: i think i should give up writing angst idk what this is

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

you could feel sullyoon’s chest rise up and down shakily as you laid on top of her. although you two only made out, her breathing was uneven, just as was yours. you aimlessly drew soft patterns on her collarbone as she gently ran her hands up and down your back in a comforting manner. the silence around you brought a peaceful feeling to your heart, though you were about to break it.

“you miss her, don’t you, unnie?”

she hummed before your words registered in her brain. you felt the hand on your back stop it’s movements. “what do you mean, y/nnie?”

“yunjin. i think… i think you really do miss her, unnie.”

sullyoon froze before lifting your chin gently to meet her eyes. “why are you saying that?”

“because you wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t… because you wouldn’t be here with me, if you didn’t.”

“…i thought you said-“

“i know, unnie. i’m… please, forget i said anything.” you nuzzled more into her chest, ignoring the way she looked at you, waiting for explanation.

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

for context, sullyoon’s been a mess since yunjin left. they low key kept in touch but trying to talk about what they had, what happened between them… it was too awkward.

all of the members could see jinni leaving nmixx took a toll on sullyoon. especially you. but that she couldn’t see.

haewon offered her to take some time off, but they both knew she couldn’t. her laying off after another member left the group would just raise suspicion, be it rumours of them being together or yunjin leaving because of sullyoon.

so instead of a break, she found easier ways to forget. she asked you, the member that always liked to be nearby although they weren’t that close.

you knew she was using you but everyone copes with loss differently, right?

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

you didn’t know why or when, but sullyoon somehow managed to have you head over heels for her, without even trying. without even knowing.

your group was fairly big, 8 members until december. it was understandable, not being particularly close with every single person in the group. sullyoon wasn’t close with you, you didn’t talk all that much with yunjin etc.

when the news broke out, at first you were just sad. yunjin was nice, the two of you talked sometimes, but that was it. you were barely friends.

your heart hurt when yunjin said goodbye. all of your members were crying, promising to keep in touch. it pained you more when you looked at haewon, your leader. she held her composure but deep down, she thought she failed as a leader.

only when you walked up to haewon to comfort her, your heart really broke. you saw the way sullyoon looked at yunjin, how she cried after her. you also saw the way yunjin looked at sullyoon and lily.

that night for the first time, sullyoon knocked at your door. when you opened, half asleep, she did not waste a second, her lips landing on yours blindly.

“we can forget together, okay?”

you thought she knew but… she never tried to see you like you saw her.

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

“please, forget i said anything.”

she tried but your words kept repeating themselves in the back of her mind like a broken record.

even when the morning arrived and she slipped back into her own bedroom, she couldn’t let go of your conversation. having nothing better to do at 5 before practice, she walked to the dorm kitchen to make some tea.

as she was pouring the boiling water into the cup, she heard quiet footsteps behind her. she flinched, but fortunately didn’t burn herself nor the other person.

sullyoon turned her head to see lily and pouted. “you scared me, unnie!”

“…you’re hurting her, yoona.”

she hesitantly placed her cup of tea down on the counter, turning to face the older girl.

“what are you talking about, lily?”

“y/n.”

a small scoff fell from her lips. “are you jealous, unnie? we aren’t doing anything wrong.”

lily held her gaze coldly, which was very unusual for the oldest member. “i care for all of my members, yoona. i don’t care if you think this isn’t wrong of you, but you need to stop hurting her.”

“how exactly am i hurting her, unnie?” sullyoon felt weird, having lily speak to her in such a harsh tone. it was so out of character for the oldest.

“…are you blind, yoona? she loves you. stop playing with the poor girl’s heart. you’re a close friend of mine, but i won’t let you cause harm on my other friends.”

lily left the room before she could react. only one thought kept repeating in her head.

she loves me?

all of a sudden, sullyoon felt guilty. a weird heaviness pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe. and on that morning, at 5 am, sullyoon didn’t know how to cope anymore.

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

you wondered if you pushed her away with you words that night. after your talk, sullyoon stopped visiting you at night. your heart ached for her, because while you didn’t have to fill yunjin’s place in her heart anymore, you felt like you didn’t hold a place there no longer.

when sullyoon stopped visiting, lily suddenly started showing you more affection that usual. it was good for you, it took your mind of your little love life problems.

then, practice became a bit harder, hence a comeback was nearby. you suddenly didn’t have time to think about all the things bothering you.

sullyoon on the contrary couldn’t sleep well since her talk with lily.

she told herself it was the reason she came to you that night.

you thought she missed yunjin again.

lily sighed deeply when through the gap in her doors, she saw you let yoona inside your dorm again.

she couldn’t do much, but hope the younger one didn’t do you more harm.

sullyoon didn’t know what to do at first, when you invited her in. why was it so hard suddenly, when being with you was always so easy?

her eyes met your soft ones, that held a familiar warmth.

”she loves you.” lily’s words echoed in her mind.

you looked at her the same way she looked at yunjin.

she remembered all those times with the ex member. she couldn’t look at jinni like that anymore.

a mirror stood on your nightstand. she looked into her own eyes, averting her gaze from yours. her eyes held… that warmth…

you blinked, and her lips met yours. it was so gentle, softer than ever. she slowly moved away, speaking the words in a whisper.

“i don’t miss her, y/n. i missed you.”

you looked into her eyes, searching for the truth. never before did her gaze feel so warm.

“why, unnie?”

“you love me.” so she knew. you nodded, as she only spoke truth.

“i have loved you for as long as i can remember.”

she pulled you close again, another kiss being shared between the two of you.

“please, let me love you back.”

... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ..

#nmixx #nmixx x reader #sullyoon #nmixx sullyoon #sullyoon x reader #seol yoona #yoona #yoona x reader #seol yoona x reader #haewon #lily #kyujin #jinni #jini #jiwoo #bae

[mimisempai]

Precious moments

Summary

Five times Aziraphale is awakened before Crowley, and one time when Crowley is awakened before his angel.

Either way, these are all precious moments.

Notes

On AO3

Rating G -  1577 words

1.

Aziraphale awoke with the feeling that something was wrong.

He opened his eyes, first becoming aware of his surroundings when he heard Crowley muttering next to him, "They...killed my best friend..."

Aziraphale turned to the demon and saw him clenching his fists, his face tight with pain, as he said a little louder, "Aziraphale! Fire..."

It didn't take much more to know the contents of Crowley's nightmare.

Aziraphale turned fully toward him, then gently loosened Crowley's fingers one by one, careful not to wake him abruptly.

He turned Crowley over, laid his head on his chest and wrapped his arms around him, holding him in a comforting embrace. Then he whispered with his mouth against his hair, like a mantra, over and over again: "I am here, my dear. There's no fire. All is well," until he could feel the demon relaxing against him, his breathing becoming steadier and steadier, and the tension in his body beginning to ease.

Finally conscious and calm, Crowley wrapped his long arms around Aziraphale's waist and murmured against his chest, "Aziraphale, I..... I."

"Shhhh. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I know. Don't worry, I know."

Crowley said nothing more, just tightened his embrace, and it was only moments later, when Aziraphale felt Crowley's steady breathing against his heart, that he allowed himself to close his eyes.

2.

It wasn't uncommon for Aziraphale to wake up feeling like he was caught in a tangle of arms and legs.

If there was one thing he'd never imagined, it was that Crowley could be so cuddly once they got comfortable in their relationship. Especially when he slept, or rather, since they slept in the same bed. However they fell asleep, Aziraphale often found himself with Crowley's legs tangled around his own and his long arms wrapped around him. And to be honest, Aziraphale liked it that way. Mostly because it was Crowley's physical way of showing his affection. Which was funny, because he was the first to explain that displays of affection were ridiculous, but often the first to instigate them. 

The problem was when Aziraphale wanted to get up in the morning. It was difficult to get out of Crowley's tangle of arms and legs without waking him. It was sometimes a brain-teaser to know which limb to move first in order to move the next. Aziraphale had come to schedule his wake-up call a little earlier so he could do it without rushing.

However, sometimes, like today, impatience got the better of him.

"Crowley, wake up..."

Crowley groaned, "Angel... I don't want to... " and the demon tightened his grip. "Besides, you don't have to work, you know that, you don't want to sell your books!"

"And assuming I give in to your absurd request, you plan to stay like this all day?"

He felt Crowley nod against him.

"Don't you want to do something more interesting?" asked Aziraphale, an affectionate smile on his lips.

"What could be more interesting than sleeping all day snuggled up against my beloved?"

The half-asleep Crowley was a sincere Crowley, and a little too much for the sanity of Aziraphale's mind.

He repeated, "My beloved?"

"Any objections?"

Aziraphale shook his head, his cheeks slightly flushed.

As his beloved snake coiled around him once more, he told himself that it was Crowley who had wrapped him around his fingers.

3.

"There is no "our side," Crowley. Not anymore. It's over."

Those were the hardest words Aziraphale had ever had to utter. But he couldn't do what Crowley was proposing.

Even if a large part of his heart wanted to.

Crowley suddenly calmed down and said, in a lowered voice, "Right. Well, then..."

He began to walk away, turning one last time before leaving, "Have a nice doomsday."

Feeling a sadness he'd never felt before, Aziraphale stood alone under the bandstand and watched Crowley walk away.

Until he was nothing more than a dot on the horizon.  

Aziraphale awoke with a start, his throat tightening as if he had just relived the moment. He knew, he felt, that Crowley was beside him, but the sense of loss from that day was vivid. He felt every emotion of that moment. So much so that he could barely hold back his tears.

Suddenly, he felt the bed move behind him and two arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back until he was pressed against Crowley's chest.

"Nightmare, angel?" the demon's voice whispered in his ear.

Aziraphale murmured in a slightly hoarse voice, "The nightmare of a memory..."

Crowley turned him in his arms and scanned the angel's face. Frowning, he raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away a small tear that had escaped from one of Aziraphale's eyes. 

"A terrible nightmare, if it has brought you to this state. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Aziraphale hid his face in the demon's chest and said softly, "It was just the memory of our separation... under the bandstand. It's ridiculous."

"And why do you think it's ridiculous?" asked Crowley quietly, his hand resting on the angel's cheek.

"Because it was you I made suffer that day."

Crowley chuckled softly, "I never kept score. I forgave you a long time ago. Besides, what matters is where we are now, don't you think?"

Aziraphale nodded against the demon's chest and Crowley said softly, "Go back to sleep now, Angel. We're fine."

He pressed his lips to the angel's light locks and held him a little tighter.

4.

Aziraphale loved watching Crowley sleep.

Some would say ironically, because it was the only time Crowley didn't talk, but that's not why Aziraphale liked those moments so much.

He felt like he was witnessing something special. He felt he possessed something precious. 

The trust of his demon, who didn't hesitate to let his guard down with him. 

He liked to feel Crowley fall asleep, when the energy that seemed to animate him most of the time, slowly left his body to let him succumb to the call of sleep. 

He liked to feel Crowley's head grow heavy on his arm. He liked to feel his whole body letting go. He liked to feel his grip loosen on his hand. He liked to hear his breathing take on the steady rhythm of a sleeping person. 

It was usually at this moment that Aziraphale too would surrender to the grip of sleep and give himself over to it completely, for he knew that the one he loved and was loved by was resting in his arms.

5 .

Something tickled his nose. 

Without opening his eyes, Aziraphale reached out to touch a few strands of hair and smiled in amusement.

He blew on the hair to move it away from his face and opened his eyes to see Crowley's red hair almost against him, the demon having decided to occupy Aziraphale's pillow.

The sight was too tempting for Aziraphale, who couldn't resist touching them. From the moment he ran his fingers through the slightly ruffled hair, Crowley began to make little purring sounds of comfort. Aziraphale wasn't sure if this was an instinctive response in sleep or if Crowley was awake, but from the way his head leaned on his hands, he figured he didn't have to stop.

He continued to gently stroke the demon's red hair, pleased to hear his little sounds of well-being.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning," Crowley yawned and stretched before facing Aziraphale, his head resting on his hand.

Aziraphale couldn't help but touch Crowley's hair again, this time smoothing all his strands back and letting them slide between his fingers. Crowley closed his eyes and seemed to appreciate the angel's attention.

Aziraphale buried his hand in Crowley's hair and pressed the nape of his neck closer to him so he could take his lips in a tender kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Crowley slyly said to him, "It looks like you're obsessed with my hair. "

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "No, I'm obsessed with a certain demon."

Crowley gasped slightly and Aziraphale chuckled in response, happy to have silenced the demon, if only for a few seconds.

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"You're a demon, it's in your nature."

Thinking back on those oft-repeated words, Crowley still wondered how they'd gotten this far.

The angel who kept throwing his demon nature back in his face, who came from a world that had banished Crowley, who had once said he was no longer his friend, was now asleep in his arms.

How humbling.

How precious.

Sometimes Crowley doubted he deserved the chance to have someone he loved and who loved him back, who trusted him completely and in whom he had infinite confidence. 

The angel in his arms knew his darkness and still loved him.

Crowley traced the outline of the beloved face with a light touch of his fingertips and was amazed to see that Aziraphale didn't even flinch. 

After a moment, he saw the angel's eyes flicker open slowly, still clouded with sleep.

"You're awake already?"

"It's still early, angel, you can go back to sleep."

Aziraphale nuzzled him a little closer and replied sleepily, "Hmmm, I'll do that, it's like heaven here," before falling back asleep against Crowley. 

The angel was unaware of the emotion his innocent words had caused in the demon, who, overwhelmed with emotion, tightened his arms around him before falling asleep as well.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale

[our-magical-world]

My mini-shift

This happened about a year ago, when I had been trying to shift for (almost exactly) a year. I think I shifted to Boku no Hero Academia for like one minute, but it was a very intense minute, and it was... weird. It's my only success story so far, and it was completely accidental. I wasn't trying to shift or doing a method or anything

Just like my waiting room experience, I woke up very early in the morning and was trying to fall asleep again.. I just was in that half-asleep, half-awake state.

Suddenly, I heard my mom's voice calling me, very clearly, like she was in my room. I opened my eyes, but there was no one there, and it seemed like everyone was asleep. I closed my eyes again and rolled over.

Then I started hearing a different voice, a male voice, calling my DR name repeatedly.

I opened my eyes again... and I saw the sky, I found myself laying on my back on the ground (probably a training field at UA) and saw Iida, in his hero costume minus the helmet, calling my name again and again. I assume I had hurt myself and fallen unconscious during an intense training session, but... at that time, I couldn't think or process anything, because I was probably seriously hurt. My whole body was numb, I couldn't move, and all I could feel was an intense headache.

When Iida noticed I was awake, he said: "Are you alright? Can you move?" I couldn't move AT ALL, I couldn't even shake my head because it hurt terribly. I struggled to speak. Now, trying to speak or scream and being unable to find my voice is something that happens often in my dreams, so for a moment I thought it was probably a dream, BUT I finally managed to say: "My head hurts..." "Don't move! Recovery Girl is on her way!"

Then I heard another voice calling me (not my name, but a nickname), and Kirishima, also in his hero costume, knelt beside me on my other side. "Are you okay? Don't worry! I'll take you to Recovery Girl!!" "No!" -Iida interrupted him- "Don't move her! If she has some broken bones, it's better not to move her!" "Oh... yeah, you're right. Hang on!"

And then I lost consciousness, or more exactly, I felt like my consciousness was pulling me back to my CR (it's hard to explain but it felt exactly like that, like something pulling my brain so strong I couldn't fight back to stay there). I fainted in my DR and woke up in my CR.

To this day, I'm not 100% sure it wasn't a dream, but... it was different from my usual dreams, but also different from my daydreams (I couldn't control it). I definitely couldn't do a reality check because I couldn't move, I can't even tell if everything felt completely real because my body and mind were numb from the pain. I usually don't feel pain in my dreams, that's why pinching yourself is a common reality check. But the voices I heard previously felt very real. Also, when I wake up from a dream, I usually can tell it was a dream right away, but this time I woke up feeling like "WTH did just happen?", if felt different, like it had happened a moment ago.

The weirdest thing, maybe, is that it didn't follow my script, because I had scripted I'd wake up quietly in my room the first day of school, so why did "it" (my subconscious, the universe, whatever "it" is) decide to take me to a random moment in the middle of training? I can only imagine it was a warning of what's waiting for me if I shift there. I don't know. But hey. I got to see two of my favorite boys, and they were worried about me, so I'll take that.

#shiftblr #reality shifting #mha shifting #shifting experience #shifting stories

[i-killed-a-prostutute]

Hi, hi beautiful people. I figured I'd try something a little different. This is a slight angst/comfort fic with one of my favorite human golden retrievers.

Some quick warnings just incase: crying, toxic relationship mentioned, phone checking, pet names, and eating struggles.

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“I’m home!” Clark call but you were no where to be found. He set his things down looking into the hallway. “Princess? You home?”

It was strange he was used to a warm greeting, always getting a welcome home kiss. He really liked nights when he'd come home while you were still cooking dinner…but not tonight.

Once he saw your shoes still but the door he ventured farther into the apartment. When he opened your bedroom door he understood why you hadn't met him at the door.

There you were on the bed curled into a little quivering ball. The blanket consumed you as you nested beneath it, and he could hear your sniffles.

Clark didn't wanna give you a headache so he left the light off, going over to the bed sitting on the side you were facing. He silently placed a comforting paw on your side, it did take long to spot your phone.

It was discarded, so he picked it up and put it into the code. It was still open to the conversation that hurt you like this. He felt bad gently rubbing your side, setting your phone on the bed once more.

The man of steel still in his suit from work laid on his side, kissing the top of your head, which bearly poked out from the top of the blanket.

“It’s ok, pretty girl.” he hugged the mass of blanket and partner kissing the top of your head once more "It’ll be ok…”

He smiled to himself as you reached from the blanket, wrapping your arm around him he gently reached in, pulling you even closer, letting you cry into his strong chest.

“I love you…" He whispered, petting your hair, "it'll be alright.”

His voice was so soothing, and after a bit, your cries turned to sniffles, then to whimpers, then you started to fall asleep.

Clark was as sweet as ever in your half asleep state, rubbing your back, kissing the top of your head, whispering little encouraging things to you.

When you woke up, it was the middle of the night, the bed empty, you missed Clark regretting missing your welcome home ritual. You also wanted to keep your mind off your phone.

Clark was in the small office off the living room, watching a show. You admired how he looked, whether he was in a skin-tight suit or sweat pants and a t-shirt to you he was perfect.

He had on headphones, his glasses on the end of his nose as he looked down at the monitor. His black hair was tossled, and his perfect blue eyes were focused.

You went over slowly putting your hand on his shoulders, not wanting to frighten him. Clark turned the chair, a smile appearing on his face. He patted his lap, the invitation opened, and like a good girl, you sat.

Clark thought you fit perfectly in his lap. With one arm, he pulled you closer, the other unplugging the headphones. Once, he had set them to the side and settled back against the chair you snuggled in.

You kissed his cheek, his chin, and neck earning a handsome chuckle. Clark looked away from the monitor to give you a kiss, which settled you down.

“How was work?” you whispered and snuggled into him

“Good, you wanna know the piece i’m working on?” he asked hugging you close and playing with a strand of your hair

“What?” You asked the first little smile, breaking from the fog that had clouded your brain since the hurtful words had been sent.

“The city's annual pet adoption event.” this made you excited remember walking around the event a few years ago

“Oh when's the photo shoot?”

“Tomorrow morning…You wanna come?” you nodded hugging him tightly he kissed the side of your head rubbing your back “ready for dinner?”

“Clark!” you whined hitting his broad chest “you didn’t eat?”

“Cause I knew you didn’t.” he fake glared up at you

“But i’m not hungry.” you mumbled, sinking back into him

Clark grumbled just picking you up and carried you off into the kitchen to find the both of you some food.

#clark kent #superman #superman x reader #clark kent x reader #superhuman x human #alien x reader #x reader #x yn #clark kent x yn #superman x yn #comfort #established relationship #headcanon #dc #dc comics

[rogersideup]

Yuck

Steve x Avenger Reader

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Summary: The swarm of butterflies that accompany Steve makes you sick to your stomach.

Warnings: Angst, slightly toxic reader, self deprecating language, brief mentions of past trauma, injuries, and eventual fluff.

"No, stop! Get away from me!" You drunkenly fight off Steve's strong arms and the smile threatening to give away your disgusting mood shift whenever he was around.

"Stop squirming and let me help you" Steve protested your half assed attempt, restraining both you're wrists in one of his hands while the other pressed a makeup wipe to your face.

He practically pinned you to the couch after chasing you around with a glass of water and fighting you into cozier clothes, desperately trying to take care of you. "I asked you to drive me home, this is far beyond the service I requested, you bitch"

This time, your attempt at fighting off the icky case of the smiles failed. You lost the battle, an absolutely repulsive giggle escaped from deep within your tequila filled soul and told him everything he needed to know about how you really felt about the situation.

"No no no, if all you needed was a ride home you would've asked Nat or Bucky." His gaze remained focused on wiping off your foundation. "You called me because you wanted someone to take care of you."

"Nat and Bucky were asleep. Jarvis told me you were the only one awake" You argued. If you could, you would deny every ounce of admiration and gross detestable drop of likeness for him then take it straight to the grave. "You were my last choice. Cause look at you! Wiping off my makeup, getting me in sweatpants, trying to make me drink water?! It makes me nauseous. I think you need a hobby"

"Uh huh" Steve laughed. "That's really funny actually, I saw Wanda getting a snack from the cupboard ten minutes before you called."

He set the makeup wipe down and used his thumb and forefingers to hold you're face on either cheek, directing your head side to side in attempts to closely investigate your face. He'd be damned to take the blame for a breakout on your perfect skin just because you were too drunk to take your makeup off.

"That's different" You insisted.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Wanda doesn't have the best nighttime vision, and she told me this morning she couldn't find her glasses. Asking her to drive at one in the morning would put us both at risk." You pulled a bullshit answer out of your ass. "God- and now you're looking at me all sucky. Cut it out"

Steve flashed a lopsided smile as he let go of your wrists. Although he had to contain you to stay put, you were now putting in no effort to get away. It's almost as if you were enjoying his presence so close to you.

You two had been tightrope walking the fine line of your friendship since the moment you guys met. You loved the guy, you really did, but something in your brain told you that you weren't ready for whatever he was trying to make happen.

Your life had been nothing but traumatic event after traumatic event, it sent everything you've ever known tumbling down a thousand foot cliff and your self worth and confidence fell alongside it.

Being accepted and taken in by the Avengers really was the best thing that had ever happened to you, it was the closest you had ever been to having a place you belonged. You could exist unapologetically around them. The love was requited and so strong- they truly were your chosen family.

They all saw you exactly how you presented yourself. Physically and mentally strong, undying and unlimited confidence, little to no bullshit tolerance, and the toughest cookie their ever was.

Steve always saw through the facade, you were practically a walking defense mechanism. It was as if your skin was a bulletproof barrier to who you really, truly were on the inside. Through the long journey he's been on to even get tiny peaks of the person behind those barriers, he fell in love. It practically tripped him at first, yet somehow picked him right off his own two feet and flung him up in the sky.

He wasn't dumb. He could read you like an open book, and all the signs were there that you loved him just as much- you had fallen just as hard. The only difference is that you never truly believed you were deserving of love.

It was as if you had such a deeply repressed connection to your own heart that you started to question the taste of men who did fall in love with you, and there was not a single exception you could think of in which you deserved to let someone love you.

Your own self depreciation had you breaking your own heart, pushing everyone you loved further away while you pulled yourself towards isolation, prodding at your own buttons in a panic, desperately trying to hit self destruct.

Steve saw that reality every single day. You looked at him with big doe eyes while claiming that he disgusts you, smiling while declaring that you hated his guts. He knew he couldn't fix you. There was nothing he could offer to reverse a whole lifetime worth of repressed trauma, but when your declaration of revulsion was paired with a genuine apologetic sparkle in those same doe eyes, he couldn't even help but to at least try.

He would never give up. If that meant a couple more years of loving you on your own terms and standing firm as you tried to push him away, he would superglue his feet to the floor and take what he could get.

Most people would be annoyed by a drunken phone call at one in the morning asking for a ride, but he was elated. You had finally thrown him another opportunity to shower you in the love you always deserve.

"Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth" You told him, still unable to contain your own smile.

Steve released your cheeks from between his hand and gently brushed your hair to the side, slotting the strands right behind your ear. "You're so beautiful"

"You're giving me a stomachache" You fake gag, slapping a palm over your mouth in attempts to suppress the metaphorical vomit induced by Steve's sweetness.

"I believe those are called butterflies" He corrected while standing up from the couch, holding out his hands to help you up. "At least that's what literally everyone else on the planet calls it."

"The butterflies are making me sick, I'm going to throw up"

"Sure it's not the alcohol, Angel? Have you eaten anything recently? You should probably put something in that belly to absorb all five of those tequila shots you were telling me about"

You shot him a glare before finally grabbing his hands and letting him pull you up off the couch. "Nope, it's definitely your fault"

"Well in that case, I tend to have that effect on people"

"Okay that's it" you shook your head a little too quick. The motion threw you off and made you feel more dizzy than you already were. "Just for being a smart ass, you have no choice but to take care of me all night. If you want to make me vomit than I'm sleeping in your big ass bed, and you're going to hold my hair back when it happens." He laughed as you held one of his hands and dragged him through the halls of the compound and right into his room. "Rude as fuck that your bed is bigger than mine in the first place. Selfish if you don't share"

"I thought you didn't want me to take care of you? A little hypocritical, don't you think?" Steve cocked an eyebrow while his head slanted to the side.

He watched you undo his perfectly made bed. Scrambling to pull back the covers, only to become frustrated and slide in before they were all untucked. You practically make yourself into a human burrito. "I didn't, but you're making me vomit in my mouth so now you have to suffer the consequences"

It still made no sense in his mind, but you were drunk so he gave into whatever you had going on in your mind right now. "You're so right. I dug my grave so now I have to lay in it."

You got cozy as he slid beneath the covers next to you. Turning on your side to face him, tugging at the blankets to achieve maximum snugness, angling and fluffing his pillows. The moment he settled next to you, you shoved your face into the crook of his neck.

It brought an immediate burst of happiness to his heart but he also knew better than to even try to cuddle you further than that. Steve knew he had to take whatever he could get, and just the small act of your forehead to his neck and chin to his shoulder was more than enough.

"Suffering yet?" She mumbled. He couldn't quite tell if it was from the alcohol or settling exhaustion.

"This is terrible. I hate every second of it" He contradicted himself in a joke earning a short puff of air; disguised laugh. "Hope it doesn't get any worse."

"Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered into his ear.

"I'm pretty good at keeping those."

"You're a bitch." you started, but you were cut off by a belly laugh. "Hold on! I'm not done!"

"Okay, okay, sorry." He took a few deep breaths to contain the laughter you stole from him. "Go ahead."

"You're a big dumb idiot, but you're a handsome big dumb idiot and I appreciate you even if you make me want to blow chunks." You drunkenly admitted.

Steve felt his cheeks heat up, and he was very thankful for the pitch black ambiance. "That's the nicest thing you've ever sai- I mean..... just when I thought this couldn't get any more miserable, it did. This is the worst!"

"Thank you." Your whisper was hushed now, Steve could hear the shyness laced in your tone.

You wanted to thank him for picking up the phone, driving so late at night, taking care of you, always looking out for you whenever you needed him, standing firm no matter how hard you pushed him away. None of that quite made it out of your mouth, even if you tried to tell him that you would never be able to find the right words for it, but you knew that he knew.

"You're welcome, Angel."

Anytime. Whenever you needed him, he would always be there. He loved you, and if you needed anything else you should let him know.

That's what he wanted to say to you, and he would if he could. He had the words to tell you and the means to do it, but he couldn't. Steve knew that courting you was a balance as delicate as life itself.

He needed to show just enough love to keep you around, but if he showed too much it would scare you away in a panicked scramble. You'd see too much, and make a mad dash as far away from him as possible. So for right now, three words was more than enough.

However, when he woke up to a phone call at 5:30am, he was completely frozen in fear. He remained in the exact same spot he had fallen asleep in, still on his back, but you had managed to make your way closer than the two of you had ever been. Your face was still shoved into his neck but the difference was that you had been using his body as your new mattress. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, holding onto him like a fluffy new teddy bear.

He knew this was bad. The ringing blaring from his phone had you stirring awake, yet if he were to reach for it, it would wake you up even faster. Now Steve was the one feeling sick to his stomach, he knew the moment you saw what happened the two of you would be over in a blink of an eye. Months and months of progress just for it to all go down the drain before it even started.

Unfortunately, it was completely out of his control the moment you lifted your head and slow blinked your precious little eyes at him, remaining expressionless, then slipping off of him onto the unoccupied half of the bed.

"You gunna answer that?" You questioned, turning away from him and pulling the blankets back over your shoulder.

He reached out to the nightstand to grab his phone and pick up Tony's call. You gathered everything you needed to know just by listening to the way he was groggily repeating every piece of important information back to himself to try and retain any of it while being half asleep.

'Emergency meeting.'

'Half an hour.'

'Meeting room 4.'

'Trying my hardest to sound alive, I'll be awake when I get there...... yeah I'll be there. See you soon.'

He hung up the phone and groaned while his arm flopped down beside him. One deep breath, then he was up on his feet. You kept your eyes closed while listening to the sounds of drawers and closet doors opening and closing- the sink ran for a little while.

The whole time he debated on how to handle you, the precious little time bomb tangled up in his sheets. Time was wearing thin, so he had to settle.

He sat by your hip on the edge of his bed, the smell that hit your nose was practically heaven. Cashmere the day after laundry day, his fresh and airy cologne, and a hint of minty toothpaste.

"How're you doing?" He questioned quietly.

"Are you trying to ask me if I'm hung over?" Your eyebrows furrowed but your eyes remained shut.

"I'm trying to see if you're okay, whatever that means to you in this moment" He guided his question, slipping his words into very blurred lines.

"I'm okay. Tired."

"I'll let you sleep then, Angel." Steve helped her out by fixing the duvet that was annoyingly folded over. "I'm not sure when I'll be back but you can stay here for as long as you want."

"Forever?"

A wave of relief washed over him. "Forever and ever. Sweet dreams, I'll see you later."

"See you later, I'm going to snoop through all your stuff."

"I have nothing to hide" Steve chuckled and gently squeezed your shoulder as he got up to leave for the meeting.

"I'm not making your bed"

"Okay, now you've crossed the line" He joked before the door closed behind him. They both worked, Steve trained then went out to dinner with Nat and Sam, then when he got back home for the night he was greeted with a perfectly made bed.

Life proceeded as normal, and everything seemed okay until the group left for a mission two days later. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach when he made it onto the Jet and you made it very clear that you were talking to everyone but him.

You shoved yourself in the very corner seat, knees tucked into your chest, and eyes not leaving the floor.

Steve was disappointed in the very least. He was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, horse playing with Sam and annoying Tony. You had been excited about this mission for weeks. Practically counting down the days you got to prove to the team that you had found an issue and came up with the greatest solution of all time.

Steve was almost excited too, but most importantly he was proud that you had organized the whole thing. You saw a threat, strategically mapped out a plan, made arrangements to kick some ass, and even asked Steve if he would be willing to let you take the reigns and call the shots on the field for this one.

He believed in you, of course he said yes. He even appointed you honorary captain for the mission.

In attempts to ease his own nerves and see if it was just his brain playing tricks on him, he approached you.

"You're going to do great today, Angel" Steve stuck his pinky finger out trying to get you to do your secret handshake.

Instead of wrapping your pinky finger around his and shaking hands, all you did was give him a nod so small he almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He slowly lowered his hands and pressed his lips together in a thin line. You could tell he was hurt and trying not to make a fuss out of it, and that hurt you too, but everything was just too overwhelming right now.

That hurt continued to deepen through the whole mission.

He trusted you to call the proper shots to keep everyone safe, keep the objective in reach, get in and get out as fast and smoothly as possible. You did for the most part, except for when it came to you and him.

You were sending him down paths and sticking him in situations he would never let anyone be in alone, all while being completely reckless yourself.

It was like all standard practices had flown out the window, and you were testing him to see how far you could take the nonsense before he would snap.

That snap didn't happen until you got hurt. Sure, you took out the last of the unauthorized personnel and secured the payload, but you still got hurt.

Your loud screech filled his ears through the comms and he ran over to you faster than you would've hoped. Upon entering the room, you finally saw the state he was in.

Bullet marks littered his shield, his uniform was tattered and torn- the sleeve practically falling off of his left arm, his face was covered in smoke and ash, blood dripped down the left side of his face but where it was coming from was unknown. The image of it oozing from underneath the cheekbone of his helmet would forever be engraved in your mind.

He was limping. Dragging his feet. Clutching his side. He was done.

You wore him down to the bone, and he was done.

So when he saw you had slid across the rocky ground on your knees, pants completely destroyed and legs dripping blood, he had had enough.

The mission was over now. You held the bundle of vials you desperately tried to retrieve high up on the air while your legs took the fall.

When his eyes landed on you, and saw yours squeezed shut, swallowing down moans of pain he couldn't take it anymore.

"Payload secure. Everyone back to the Jet. Now." He practically growled into comms.

Your lip quivered as he glared at you with a clenched jaw. He wasn't saying anything, but it looks could kill you'd be six feet in the ground by now.

He held out his hand to help you up, but you peeled yourself off the floor and glared back at him. You didn't even dare to look at the state of you calves at the moment, but you knew it was bad.

On the walk back Steve recollected his emotions. He tried his very best to calm down from the worst mission he's been on in a while.

He practically collapsed the second his feet hit the Jet, sprawling across multiple seats, just trying to catch his breath.

You were right behind him. You sat on the opposite side, hiding you face in your hands while blood dripped from your knees and all the way down to the top of your boots.

"Holy shit, what happened to you two?" Tony questioned.

That's when Steve looked around. Everyone else was in perfect condition.

Not a scratch. Not a speck of dirt. Not a hair out of place.

It was confirmed that you were just punishing him for that morning snuggled up in his bed. He felt like he was dying. Every muscle in his body was screaming for help and his head felt like it would snap off his neck.

You were pushing him away again, gambling with his life.

"We secured the payload" You panted, handing the vials over to Tony.

"You're getting blood all over my jet" Tony spoke the obvious. "Are you going to take care of that?" He pointed to your legs.

All you did was shrug, letting your head roll back and rest against the wall.

"Alrighty. Well- good mission everyone" Tony grazed past the uncomfortable tension before sitting in the pilots seat.

A few minutes passed and your injuries were making Steve increasingly anxious. The scrapes up and down your calves were littered with dirt and germs and the last thing he wanted was you to get some sort of gnarly infection.

Despite his mind and body screaming at him, he peeled himself off the seats and grabbed the extensive first aid kit before sitting on the floor in front of you.

He silently wiped off the excess blood, disinfected the ankle to knee scrapes, and started applying bandages to them. As the last bandage was being applied to the cap of your knee, his eyes were fighting to stay open and his own face was still bleeding.

You panicked at how selfless and almost intimate it was to have someone aiding you before they aided themselves. It made you revert back into your metaphorical turtle shell, shaking and cowering away like he was a life threatening monster.

It was terrifying. He loved you, but he shouldn't.

You couldn't accept that.

He was in pain, but he still cared more about your pain.

You didn't know how to make it stop. You wanted him to take care of himself- shit, you wanted to take care of him too.

But you just couldn't.

So you snatched the last bandage right out of his hands.

"I can take care of myself." You bluntly spoke.

"But you weren't" Steve mumbled.

"I'm not a child" You wrapped the gauze around your knee.

"Then stop acting like one" He spat in a moment of pure frustration.

Your eyes met his in an instant, and a whole range of emotions flooded you in a flash.

Had you pushed too hard?

You walked him right into injury. Look at him. A lump of half the man he normally was on the floor struggling with his own consciousness. Injured, in pain, upset with you.

The only thing your mind could do was protect itself. He couldn't be mad at you if you were mad at him first.

You pushed him too hard but it wasn't hard enough to make him leave, which only meant you had to push him harder.

With a pain in your chest and a lump in your throat, you fought back. "You have no right to be speaking to me like that."

"And you had no right sending me straight into dangerous situations just because of some sick little game you want to play. This is a real mission, real people at stake. I trusted you to call the shots to keep everyone safe." Steve gave up trying to hold the weight of his own body up anymore. He slowly slumped over and let his back hit the wall.

"Everyone is fine, look" You motioned to everyone else on the Jet who was trying hard to ignore the argument.

Steve could barely even see straight anymore as his eyes met everyone else's. They all silently screamed concern for his well-being.

The vertigo was taking over and the sharp pinching pain in his left rib cage was too much to handle anymore. He let his eyes fall shut as the familiar sting of the serum doing its job rushed around his veins like a surge of electricity and prickled his skin. "Then I guess I'm no one to you."

"Steve-" you warned.

"It's fine, I understand." He could feel his heart sinking into his stomach once again.

"You don't understand anything." You practically growled.

"I understand that I'll always be punished for caring about you." All of his composure left his body.

"You think this is a punishment?" You barked out a laugh. "Everyone else is fine. Maybe if you'd stop worrying about me, your mind would be in the right place for a mission. You were sloppy at best today, Steve, and that's why you got hurt. Don't you dare blame me for the state you're in right now."

"As the Captain, safety is your responsibility. Putting your team in the best position possible to watch each other's backs is your responsibility. You blatantly disregarded that today." His words were muffled and conjoined. He could barely separate letters on his tongue, diction wasn't an option. He was fading in and out of function.

"Okay, big guy, you've gotta relax" Nat crouched at his side, it was obvious that the argument was only making his state of being worse. Her fingers worked to unclasp his helmet and pull it off his head.

You hated that you almost smiled at how ridiculously adorable his helmet hair was. You hated that you couldn't find it within yourself to be in Nat's position- helping him out, aiding his wounds, cleaning his face when he could barely even lift his arms anymore.

It reminded you of how he removed your makeup when you were too drunk to want to do it yourself.

"It's a good thing I'm not Captain then, isn't it?"

Steve decided his fight was over. He couldn't even formulate a response as his brain slowly drifted off to sleep, it almost felt like a voluntary nap- he was happy to lose consciousness as the pain grew worse by the second and it would put a temporary end to your angst.

Nat caught his head before it slammed against the wall, and gently laid his body flat on the floor with his head on her lap.

"Steve?" You watched Nat poke and prod at his cheeks to see if he was okay. Panic only started settling when he was proved to be unresponsive. "Steve, can you hear me?"

Tony ran a health scan on him using his suit. "He can't, he's out. He's got a broken rib and a plethora of other issues Jarvis is barking at me, but let him sleep he'll be alright."

When Steve woke up, he was utterly confused. He had no recollection of how he ended up in his bed and changed out of his suit. He slowly blinked his eyes and took deep breaths trying to adjust to whatever time and day it was. All the pain in his body was gone, and his room was dark other than the light coming from the TV mounted on the wall.

There was an obvious weight on the mattress next to him, the sound of silent sniffles, and your favorite movie playing quietly.

He didn't even have to see you to know it was you.

He slowly sat up, trying to find the time of day it was. 3:56am. And you were curled up in a tight ball facing away from him, crying over what had happened.

He felt like he had already lost you, so anything he did going forward was going to be honest and genuine. He couldn't scare you away if you we're already scared. So, he did what his instincts have always craved to do.

Steve moved closer, pressing his chest to your back, curling his legs behind yours, wrapping his strong arms around you, molding your bodies together.

A pang of already brooding guilt made you cry even harder.

Nothing was said for awhile. His body heat melted away at your sadness and eased the stupid cycle of self hatred that your brain was running around.

It took five whole minutes to work up the courage to say the smallest words to him.

"I'm sorry." It came out broken between sad cries. "I'm so sorry."

"S'okay." his acceptance also came out broken. His voice deep and raspy after hours of deep sleep. "Just relax. I've got you."

"I don't deserve you, you don't deserve to put up with me. I got you hurt-you've been sleeping for hours and I was so scared. I could've gotten you kille-"

"It's going to take a lot more than one shitty mission to scare me off, Angel." He mumbled while nestling his head into your hair.

"I'm awful to you, I don't know why you put up with me." You continued to push.

"Stop being so mean to yourself. Relax, get some sleep." Steve tangled his forearm with yours allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

"I can't sleep." You huffed, lightly shoving him away so you could flip over onto your back. His eyes were closed, you could tell he wasn't fully awake yet. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm, ifeelbetter." his words melted into each other as he found a new way to hold you close. "How do you feel?"

"Terrible. I feel so bad." you whisper.

His closeness made you feel dizzy. Your head spun and your stomach was doing that weird flippy thing again, it felt like his closeness had you overdosing on him.

"It's okay." he opened his eyes and used his thumb to swipe tears off your cheeks. "Your leg? How's it doing?"

"Scabby. This isn't about me."

"You're the one crying." he rebutdtaled.

"I landed you a broken rib."

"It's not broken anymore."

"I don't know why I feel the way I feel." You spat out with no control. "I care about you so much, it seems like you're the only constant in my life and yet I just- I don't even know. It's like im-"

"Testing me. You push me harder and harder to see if I'll come back." He placed the puzzle peace for you. "I've passed every test, I always stand back up, I'll always come back to you until I've proven whatever you're looking for."

"I don't know what I'm looking for" you lied.

He had you figured out. Steve made you feel completely naked and vulnerable, it was terrifying. Your brain was telling you to run as far and fast as you can, yet you were stuck.

"It's because you already found it. You know what you want, why do you keep fighting it?" Steve questioned, but he already knew.

"Because I don't think I'm worthy of what I want." You whispered with a sniffle, tears suddenly falling harder.

Steve always knew this about you, yet hearing it come from your own mouth broke his heart more than he expected. He took a moment to hold you impossibly closer to him.

"What do you want?"

You're heart was pounding so hard you were positive he could hear it, you knew he could feel you shaking in his arms. "Remember that night you picked me up because I was too drunk to drive?"

"Mhm" he lazily nodded.

"All I needed was a ride, but you insisted on taking care of me. I want to be cared for like that, but all the time. I don't think I'm worth that to anyone."

"I think you're worthy of the whole universe." The words he always wanted to speak to you finally spilling out of his mouth. "You say you're not worth that to anyone, yet you are, and you were. It happened, and it'll happen again. I'm never going to stop caring for you."

"But why?"

"Because I love you." All the confidence the world had to offer was laced in his tone. "You make me happy, so I want to make you happy too. It really is that simple."

"You've never told me that before." You wiped tears off your own cheeks, trying your absolute hardest to process the overwhelming feelings plaguing your mind.

"I didn't want to scare you away. It feels like every time I make one step forward, you take two back. I've been going for more of a gentle scootch, like little shimmies toward you so you wouldn't get overwhelmed. Obviously it hasn't been working."

"We're here now, aren't we?"

"Just because you're here now doesn't mean you'll be here tomorrow." He was met with nothing but silence, she knew he was right. "I'm putting everything on the line for you right now knowing it might scare you away forever. I don't know how many more times you'll push me away before I've lost all my chances at having you be mine, but I also don't know how much more I can take. I'll always come back, but it feels like a tear in my heart every time."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." You sniffled. Rolling over one more time from your back, you faced him and placed your palm on his cheek. It felt foreign to initiate contact so intimate, you can't even remember a time in your life you've ever held someone so close. "Your heart or your body. I wasn't thinking straight, I was anxious. My ego got in the way of taking your advice and you were the one to suffer the consequences of that. I'm so sorry."

You could feel him melting into the warmth of your hand, and all of the sudden the butterflies settled into sunlight in your stomach. It felt calm, it's never felt that calm before.

"How about this?" He opened his eyes again, ready to propose a deal. "How about this time you opt to take my advice, and no one will get hurt?"

"What's the advice?" You questioned.

"My advice is that you let me love you the way I believe you deserved to be loved. You'll be cared for all the time just like you want, and I'll be so happy just like I want."

"How do you know that nobody will get hurt?" This time, he wiped the tears off your cheeks for you.

"Because I'd never hurt you." He spoke as a promise.

"What if I hurt you?"

"I'm not scared of pain, I take it like a champ." He said proudly.

"You make me sick."

A big smile spread across his face, "There she is."

"You're a bitch." you announced, his smile making yours grow. "But... I love you too. You big, beautiful, dumb, idiot, himbo of a man."

"I'll take it!" His eyes crinkled in the corners as he squeezed you so tight you let out a squeak. "This is the best day ev-"

He was cut off by your lips on his, a feeling he never expected he would get to experience. You practically knocked the air out of his lungs.

"Yuck." He pretended to be disgusted, wiping his lips off with the inside of his forearm in attempts to make you laugh.

It worked. "That was disgusting."

"Foul." He shook his head.

"Zero stars......" Your smile reached the corner of your eyes. "I want another."

He giggled before initiating another kiss, one that lasted longer and he was more prepared for.

"Okay, maybe half a star." You gagged.

"Half is generous."

Your giggles faded out into a little sigh. "Thanks for not going all lovesick lovey dovey puppy on me."

"I'll save it for tomorrow." He settled back into his pillow, tucking the top of your head right under his chin.

"If you start acting all mushy and make me blush I swear to god I'll break up with you."

"A breakup implies that we're together in the first place." He noted.

You sat up, disrupting his peace once again. Using the pinky side of your hand, you touch the top of his head than both of his shoulders going from left to right, then you tucked yourself back into his body. "Congratulations, you're my boyfriend now."

"Did you just knight me?" You couldn't see it, but you knew his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Mhm."

"When am I allowed to tell you that I think you're so beautiful?"

"You already average about once a day, so, no more than that."

"Goodnight my beautiful, girlfriend." He placed a big ol’ smooch on the crown of your head.

"Oh, now I'm really gunna be sick." You smiled, butterflies flying around again.

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[fluffy-little-demon]

Moments Like These

Bo Sinclair x Reader

It's nearly 2am when I started writing, I woke up and now I can't get back to sleep, in desperate need of my husband and some softness. This is a cute thought I had 💜

The night started off with good, you went to bed around 10pm and were really grateful you fell asleep so quickly.

After closing the station and having some time to unwind, Bo joined you in bed getting under the covers spooning you with his head buried in the crock of your neck.

Four hours later you woke up, half open eyes looking over at the clock that read 2am. In your sleepy state you tried to get back to sleep only to wake up ten minutes later. Sighing to yourself in frustration you thought you were finally going to have a full night. In your lover's grasp you wriggle over on to your other side so you are facing him. You snuggled your face into his chest hoping he can help you get back to sleep. Unfortunately It seems your luck had ran out tonight as you awoke again five minutes later.

Feeling your eyes brimming up with tears, you slowly get out of bed carful not to wake your sleeping husband. Lighting a small candle, you made your way into the kitchen, switching on the small radio turning the volume down low. Placing the candle on the counter, grabbing some juice out the fridge you poured yourself a glass and put the carton back. You grabbed a book to read out the front room then jumped up to sit on the counter.

As Bo began to wake he reached over to pull you closer only to feel your side was a little bit cold. His eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times. Earlier in your relationship, he would have had more of a panic about you not being there, the thought is still there however you and him have been together for a long time and have been married for a couple years now. He knows you're not going to leave him but that doesn't stop his brain from torturing him with the thought.

He climbs out of bed pulling on some sweatpants then heading your shared room to find his lover. As he entered the kitchen, he saw you sitting on the counter wearing his shirt and reading some book the radio playing quietly in the background. He made his way towards you, gently placing his hands on your waist. Looking up you're met with your shirtless husband looking back at you. "Hey bunny, what time is it? What you doing up?"

"Hey darlin, I could ask you the same thing also it's about three in the morning"

Letting out a sigh you close your book and place it beside you "I just couldn't sleep. I didn't wanna disturb you, you looked so peaceful." Running your thumb over his cheek. "What bout you?"

"I just woke up, found out you weren't in bed so I came lookin."

You leaned down slightly to kiss his lips, when you heard that song on the radio. Bo seemed to have heard it aswell since his smile got bigger.

The song that you were listening to when you first came to Ambrose, the song that played on the radio in Bo's truck nearly every time you came back from a date, the song that played after Bo asked you to marry him, the song that played at your wedding, that was now playing at three in the morning while you were both in the kitchen because you couldn't sleep.

He lifted you off the counter onto the floor, turning the radio up a bit so you could hear it better but not loud enough to disturb anyone. Bo took one of your hands in his, pulling you closer softly with his other, wrapping it around your waist. You rested your hand on his chest also wrapping your arm around him. Slowly swaying to the music he softly pressed kisses to your forehead before laying his chin on top of your head.

Closing your eyes, smiling at the peaceful feeling coursing through your body. You open them when you hear your husband singing quietly along with song on the radio "I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps gettin' better"

You lift your head up, locking a loving gaze at your man. He leans forward softly pressing your foreheads together. You reach up putting your arms around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

He continues singing "I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever, every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you"

Both smiling widely as you shared a kiss filled with pure love. Leaving a light kiss on your nose, Bo murmured "let's go back to bed darlin"

"Can you carry me?" Using your puppy dog eyes, Bo chuckled as he picked you up bridal style walking to your room. He plops you down on the bed as you let out a small giggle. Bo walks around to the other side to get into bed. After he made himself comfy you crawled over kissing his lips one last time before resting your head on his chest. Bo wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head then saying goodnight. You both drift off into a peace filled sleep.

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[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 33

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, GiGi McCray

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Sweet And Sour Grapes

Chapter summary: Spamton and T.M. fit a lot more into a Sunday morning than either of the two of them had planned.

Author notes:

Again, apologies for the delay in posting. I did not intend to take TWO MONTHS between chapters. I work retail, so yes, the winter holidays definitely eat away at my writing time each year. But offline life, which is Always Interesting [insert sarcastic emoji here] decided to get Even More Interesting this year, and I've had to spend more time than I'd like clearing up the wreckage.

Anyway. On to the chapter. Warnings as always for angst and dark themes, sprinkled in amongst the fluph.

My thanks to @jaimistoryteller for last-minute beta-reading and hand-holding while I dithered over some of the details.

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“You know, you’re the first person I’ve met who thinks in music the way I do.”

“R-really?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” T.M. straightened up from where she’d been reshelving the LPs and CDs that Spamton handed her, one at a time.  She was filing albums that had aged out from being “new acquisitions” and could be added to the radio station’s core library, housed in Prodo in a recessed alcove. 

When T.M. had invited Spamton along this morning after breakfast, she had explained this was her usual Sunday task, self-imposed of course, but one that gave her enormous satisfaction.

Spamton got the impression that T.M. didn’t invite just anyone to do this task with her.

But things had changed between them since last night.

This morning should have been awkward as hell, once Spamton realized that there was an extra person in his and Swatch’s bed.

But, surprisingly, it wasn’t.

His brain registered that he must have fallen asleep in his clothes, as had Swatch. Spamton still had his arms around Swatch and his face buried in Swatch’s slightly scratchy sweater. That was normal.

What wasn’t normal was the warmth at his back… a warmth that felt like someone else’s back.

Spamton remembered T.M. lying down behind him last night. He himself had turned over to clamber onto Swatch, as was the nightly pattern for them both.

He remembered that she had put an arm loosely over his shoulders, not tightly under his arms and around his waist.

She had been an anchor, not a restraint.

He cautiously moved from his usual position on his right side, to gradually be half on his back, half on his left side.

A head of blonde hair with aqua-blue tips was on a pillow next to him. Half under blankets, he also saw an arm clad in a black and silver sweater with a cat-and-moon pattern.

The puzzle pieces came together then as Spamton remembered blowing an emotional gasket the night before and apologetically telling T.M. that it would be all right if she stayed over. He had felt awful about ruining the cuddle puddle the three of them had had going, but he couldn’t stop all of the rage at Mike from choking him.

Still, it wasn’t T.M.’s fault that he was a screwed-up mess.

 Not only was everyone in their clothes, but he was lying on top of the big comforter. At some point either Swatch or T.M. must have gotten up to find an extra pillow and extra  blankets to throw over all three of them.

Cozy and reassuring.

He must have twitched, or his breathing must have changed, because his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice asking, “Y-You awake?”

"Yes," he managed to croak out, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

And then Spamton woke up for real.

His arms were still around Swatch, but the two of them were the only ones in the bed.

The sensations of three, not two, had felt so real, though.

He resolved to mull the night over later.  First things first… nature was calling. No, more accurately, nature was SCREAMING.

He carefully disengaged himself from Swatch, who remained deeply asleep. Not that Spamton blamed them. Swatch had definitely earned a morning of sleeping in.

The question on the tip of Spamton's mind was answered when he sat up and put his hand down on a piece of paper. T.M. had left a note.

Gonna crash on the couch. Wake me up and we can do breakfast.

He quickly grabbed some clothes to change into in the small downstairs bathroom.

When he headed into the living room, T.M. was already pulling herself up into a sitting position on the couch. Spamton felt a tiny flash of amusement at her hair sticking out in various directions. For once she was the rumpled one.

"Morning, Short Stuff," she greeted him. "Guess you saw my note." Her voice sounded normal… chipper, sweet, no hidden undertones. 

"Uh huh,” he answered. “Should we - should we wait f-for Swatch?"

She flung off the blanket she’d been using and stood up, stretching. "Nah, let them sleep. We can go to the caf, I still have guest points from last semester."

That was a relief to him, although he would have been willing to pay his way. "Okay. B-but let me leave a note."

“Sure thing.” 

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There was an unexpected delay before breakfast, unexpected at least on Spamton’s part. T.M. insisted on stopping by her dorm first to change clothes, saying, “Esther will never let me live it down if she sees me for breakfast in the same outfit I showed up for dinner in!”

Spamton grinned at that.  He remembered Esther from last semester. He was fond of her because she never made a fuss or gave him the side-eye when he asked her to halve the portion of whatever was being served at mealtimes, unlike some of the other staff who would make height jokes in response to his request. And another trait that endeared Esther to him was she seemed to believe that every day should be Talk Like A Pirate Day.

He hadn’t expected to be greeted by a pair of actual pirates when T.M. unlocked the door to her suite.

The shorter of the two barely came up to Spamton's waist, brandishing what looked like a garden trowel. He wore a jaunty black cardboard hat, decorated with a skull and crossbones. Otherwise his outfit was that of any other kindergartner. He had soft, baby-fine brown hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples in his pale cheeks.

“Ho ho! I’m the bad guy!” the smaller pirate chortled, sticking his tongue out. The taller, wearing a similar homemade hat, was quick to say, "Lancelot Roland O'Toole! Standeth down, swabby. These be fellow captains here to parley." Leroux followed this up almost immediately by mouthing, half-silently, "Please playeth alonge."

Leroux's admonishment was apparently acceptable, because Lance looked back, smiled, and replied, "okay, lesser dad", as he put his improvised weapon away.

T.M. stepped into the conversational breach as she strode into the living room. She intoned, "Permission to come aboard, Captains?" At the young boy's almost regal nod, a sharp contrast to his delighted grin, she bent down to shake Lance's hand, then pointed behind her to introduce Spamton. 

"Pirate Lancelot, this is Pirate Stanton. Please treat him as an honored guest."

There was the sound of laughter from the next room, followed by GiGi's voice chiming in with the comment, "Welcome To The Poop Deck!"

Leroux looked pained, but rolled his eyes fondly and shrugged in a what can you do kind of way. T.M. rolled her own eyes back at him in a far less fond manner and continued, "And if you good shipmates will excuse me, I'm feeling filthy as a bilge rat." 

She moved off in what Spamton presumed was the direction of her own room, tossing over her shoulder as she went, "If Pirate Regina has used up all the hot water and not left any for my shower, I'm going to make her walk the plank."

The kindergartner giggled at that, and then grabbed Spamton’s hand, tugging him towards a chair. Leroux followed, pulling his own pirate hat off and running a dark hand through his silvery beaded braids.  He sat on the couch next to a pile of winter coats, and Lance plopped himself down to sit on the floor.

 "Stan-ton. That’s a funny name. Your hair is funny too. Can I call you Grunkle Stan?"

It took Spamton a few seconds to realize what Lance was referencing, but once he did, he decided to roll with it. He leaned forward in his chair and answered in a gravelly voice, doing his best to disguise his stutter, "Kid, I think you’re m-mixing me up with Ford. But I'll take that as a compliment!"

That response had Lance literally rolling on his back laughing and waving his feet in the air. GiGi came into the room, stuffing one last textbook into her backpack, and commented, “Watch where you’re kicking, little guy. Remember to respect the pottery.” Leroux got to his own feet, saying, “Cometh now, my irrepressible prince, it is time to go.”

“Okay!” The little boy grabbed his coat off the pile, and then handed GiGi hers, saying, “Here you go, girldad.” 

Spamton was impressed by the kid’s good manners, but was starting to feel confused about the dynamics in the room. Leroux picked up on the vibe and shot Spamton a worried look disguised by a smile, saying, “Always good to see you. I hope to get a chance to talketh more with you at the next staffe meeting.” He grabbed his own coat from the arm of the couch, and the three left the apartment.

What was THAT all about? Spamton mused to himself. You’d think this was THEIR home and that T.M. was the visitor. 

And, furthermore, it was one thing to know that his boss at the radio station had a child; it was another thing to meet that child and to realize that the little boy looked nothing like Leroux and didn’t even share his last name. And what was the deal with the kid calling Leroux his “lesser dad”?  

The thought crossed Spamton’s mind that the old Gainsboro Stanton Addison would have felt obligated to be appalled, assuming the nickname was a rude one on the child’s part. He was glad to find himself intrigued instead, and felt vindicated in his hard-fought-for belief that family was where you found it.

But if this was how GiGi treated T.M. in the apartment that they were supposed to share, it was no wonder that T.M. found excuses to study, eat, and sleep elsewhere.

The possibility of asking T.M. to move into the townhouse with him and Swatch flashed across his mind once again. Swatch had even joked about it last night, before everything had gone pear-shaped.

Then it’s settled. None of us are ever leaving this couch again. Sorry, Moggy, you live here now.

Swatch had been joking, hadn’t they? 

The lady herself appeared in the doorway not even a moment later and interrupted his further reflection on the topic. T.M. was wearing a deep purple sweater with a wide leather belt, as well as skinny jeans tucked into knee-high fringed boots. She shrugged herself into her studded leather jacket. “Sorry to leave you with the pirate crew, but I really was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t get cleaned up. You ready for breakfast?”

“V-very ready.”

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“J-just so I know what you - you mean by ‘thinking in m-music’, do you mean you actually see scenes from your life as song - song lyrics?” That wasn’t exactly what he meant to say, but Spamton was finding it hard to lay his hands on the words he wanted.

T.M. looked over at him and tilted her head to the side. “Not quite, but that sounds really cool, too. Like those AMVs that people make for their favorite characters. No, what I mean is, it sounds to me like when someone says something to you, your brain leaps immediately into responding with a song lyric.”

“Huh. I d-don’t know that I ever p-put two and two t-t-together like that, but you may be on to something.” A suspicion crossed his mind and he blurted out, before he could think better of it, “Hey.  Is this about - about last night? Because I’m still tired of talking about Mike.”

She picked up an empty album jacket and tapped him gently on the head with it. “It’s not always about you. But his name was Mike, huh?”

Spamton was torn between wanting to curse himself out for letting Mike's name slip and wanting to laugh out loud at how slyly she'd maneuvered him, so he settled for a snort and a smirk, saying, “Give the lucky lady ten points, she only needs another ten to win the kewpie doll.”

T.M. smirked back at him at that, and then gave him a piercing look. “You know, Swatch was right. Your stutter really DOES go away when you’re pissed off.”

How was he supposed to answer that? 

At the sight of his conflicted expression, T.M. rushed in to continue, “Don’t blame Swatch. They didn’t give up any secrets about you.  We were talking about Leroux, believe it or not, and how all that ‘ye olde Englishe’ pose of his goes away when he’s really serious about something, and Swatch mentioned something about when Catto tried to go two hours without talking, and then got a fit of hiccups for another two hours, and God, I’m just babbling and making things worse and putting my foot deeper in my mouth, aren’t I?”

She looked so stricken as she said that last bit that Spamton had to laugh. “N-no, you’re fine. If I - I think about it, it’s actually f-f-flattering to know my partner talks about me to his best friend.”

“Damn straight,” T.M. replied in a relieved voice. “They really love you, you know. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“Oh, I d-don’t. We - we got that settled after the initial m-m-m-misunderstanding.”

“Good.” 

“Good.”

“But about last night…”

Spamton had to reach up to do it, but he used the same empty record album jacket [NURSERY CRYME by Genesis] to whap her on the head. “Let’s t-t-talk about you, not me, T.M.”

She crinkled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at him with an exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Do we have all day?”

His phone chose that moment to interrupt with a text notification, and he held it out to her so she could read it.

From: SWATCH

Sunday: 10:52

Got your note, thank you {REALLY} for letting me sleep. Didn’t know how much I needed it. You coming back here before your work shift or should I meet you at Luigi’s after?

“Well, then. If you don’t mind hanging out with me, instead of flying back to Birdman, I suppppppppppppppose I can let you in on my deep dark secrets,” T.M. said flippantly.

Spamton matched her tone and replied, “Mmmmm, dish to me baby, I love me some d-deep dish.” He typed back to Swatch, It makes sense if I just stay on campus for now and meet up at Luigi’s later. And are we food shopping tonight? It’s supposed to snow this week.

The answer came back immediately. Sounds good. Although I’ll believe snow when I see it. I’m walking around topless. And bottomless.

He grinned to himself and texted, Promise? 

“Oh my God, you’re actually blushing! You two are so cute and domestic, I’m gonna melt into goop, I swear.”

Spamton’s grin froze.  He'd forgotten in the few brief moments of his texting exactly who was still peering over his shoulder.

He looked up at T.M. in embarrassment, but her face was neither mocking nor judgemental, and her next words sounded thoughtful, as though they weren’t meant to reach his ears. “I wish I had what you and Swatch have.”

Should he pretend he hadn’t heard?

The decision was taken out of his hands.  While he was trying to come up with something to say, T.M. brushed him aside, physically as well as verbally by muttering, “Be right back,” as she beat a hasty exit from the Prodo studio.

When she came back, Spamton put on a show of needing to also hit the restroom, to give her a moment. He took his time, but not excessively so. On his return, he noticed that the door to Prodo was closed and the electric  RECORDING IN SESSION! DO NOT DISTURB! sign was lit up over the transom.

After a few nerve-wracking moments, T.M. opened the door and let him in, but the sign stayed lit. She closed the door behind him, turned away and shimmied up to perch on the counter behind the mixing board, kicking her legs nervously. She pointed her finger at him and asked, for all the world sounding like a prophet of doom, “Do you have a ‘Go To Hell’ playlist? I think everyone should have a ‘Go To Hell’ playlist.”

Spamton took a seat near her on one of the office stools, swiveling pensively back and forth on its casters. “That’s - that’s a fair question. I assume you h-have one of your own?”

She nodded. “I’ve actually got multiples. And lucky me, one of them is three-quarters of the songs on one album.”

“Huh.”

“But I need a new playlist for my current situation.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My mother wants to marry some guy she's known for all of four months and move to fucking New Jersey to breed racehorses.”

She let that sink in, and he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “That’s - yeah, that’s what I’d c-call…. Something. I d-d-don’t know what I’d call it, but… yeah.” Spamton could see how upset T.M. was, even without having any context. He felt like it was his turn to be dancing in a minefield.

“What it is, my friend, is pure unadulterated narcissistic selfishness.” T.M.’s voice rose with every word, until she was practically screaming. “The woman didn’t ask me, she TOLD me. On Tuesday night.  Right before you stopped by. And she doesn’t even have the decency to wait until I graduate. She’s got all her plans set for the end of April. So  just like Swatch, in a couple of months I’ll have no home either…”

She paused for breath, and then spoke more calmly. “It doesn’t bug me when you and Swatch make goo-goo eyes at each other, not like GiGi and Leroux. Because I’ve got a gut feeling that you and my Swatchy are going to go the distance, and I’m also pretty sure that GiGi’s going to get bored… or scared… and dump Leroux. I just feel bad for Leroux’s kid… he’ll latch onto anyone who shows him the tiniest scrap of affection.” She snorted as a thought seemed to strike her. “Too damn relatable.”

That was a bomb that Spamton didn’t even want to START defusing. Too damn relatable for me, too.

T.M. seemed to have run out of steam by then. They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, until T.M. said, entirely too brightly, “So! Before you head off for your library job. How’s about a little music therapy?”

"For you, or f-for me?"

"Tell you what. Make it interesting, let's each pick one song." She wore more of a rictus than a smile. "You go first."

He nodded uneasily. "Okay. B-but I need - need a minute."

Spamton closed his eyes to give the impression that he was thinking hard, but almost as soon as T.M. had mentioned a "Go To Hell" playlist, he knew one song that should be on his. It had been a staple on the “psychic jukebox” at The Grass Roots Tavern; he remembered that John the bartender always used to make rude comments when it came on, so he never picked it himself. But the song satisfied something dark in Spamton’s soul.

“G-got it,” he said now, opening his eyes. He flipped through the CD racks until he found the Billy Talent album he was looking for. He fitted the disc into the slot on the mixing board, adjusted the volume so that it was loud, but not likely to burst anyone’s eardrums, and hit the “play” button.

I stumble through the wreckage

Rusted from the rain

There's nothing left to salvage

No one left to blame

Among the broken mirrors

I don't look the same

I'm rusted from the rain

I'm rusted from the rain

Dissect me 'til my blood runs

Down into the drain

My bitter heart is pumping

Oil into my veins

I'm nothing but a tin man

Don't feel any pain

I don't feel any pain

I don't feel any pain

I'm rusted from the rain

Go on, crush me like a flower

Rusted from the rain

Come on, strip me of my power

Beat me with your chains

And if I'm the king of cowards

You're the queen of pain

I'm rusted from the rain

I'm rusted from the rain

You hung me like a picture

Now I'm just a frame

I used to be your lapdog

Now I'm just a stray

Shackled in the graveyard

Left here to decay

Left here to decay

Left here to decay

I'm rusted from the rain

Go on, crush me like a flower

Rusted from the rain

Come on, strip me of my power

Beat me with your chains

And if I'm the king of cowards

You're the queen of pain

I'm rusted from the rain

I'm rusted from the rain

I'm rusted from the rain

He hadn’t realized that he’d closed his eyes again and was practically panting until T.M.’s voice broke through the blood-red haze of his rage. Tears soaked his eyelashes as he blinked at her behind his glasses. She was sitting on the other swivel stool next to him, holding his hands gently but firmly in hers.

“Wow, man. Just… wow. That wasn’t what I expected you to pick, but it kind of proves my point.”

He thought he’d gotten all the poison out when he’d broken down all those times in front of Ballew after Ballew had found him and brought him home.

When he’d verbally vomited up all the details to Dr. George and to his therapist, in his months of treatment, about what he’d put his body through during his homeless stretch.

When he’d outlined the timeline of his rise and fall to Swatch a few days ago.

Would there never be an end to it?

“Your turn,” he said gruffly, his throat feeling like he’d swallowed a handful of razor blades and then washed them down with a mug of bile. “T-tell me who you hate as much as I - I hate Mike.”

T.M. had an odd expression on her face as she dropped his hands and pressed the “play” button for her own selection. “Take a wild guess,” she said quietly as the voice of Tori Amos rolled out from the speakers.

Every finger in the room is pointing at me

I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid what that could bring

I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth

Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets

Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets

I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in

Just what god needs, one more victim

Why do we crucify ourselves every day?

I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you

I crucify myself every day

I crucify myself and my heart is sick of being

I said my heart is sick of being in chains

Chains

Got a kick for a dog begging for love

I got to have my suffering so that I can have my cross

I know a cat named Easter, he says, will you ever learn

You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets

Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets

I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in

Got enough guilt to start my own religion

Why do we crucify ourselves every day?

I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you

I crucify myself every day

I crucify myself and my heart is sick of being

I said my heart is sick of being in chains

Chains

Please be

Save me

I cry

And now T.M. was crying as the piano notes reached a crescendo along with Tori’s wails of anguish.

Spamton didn’t think, he acted.  

He only wanted to comfort his friend.

But somehow he ended up half in her lap and she half in his, one of her legs trapped between both of his, her hands in his hair, his hands cupping her face, the two of them just one heartbeat away from kissing.

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