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"for miri's sake," he says, like a liar
#this is the first time i've ever drawn them smooching#i cant be a true kazurei fan if i didnt try#remembering those fics of them kissing for miri's sake#and there were real feelings behind it raised eyebrow emote#i miss them already and the new episode just dropped yesterday#he is playing morio kart#kurusu kazuki#suwa rei#kazurei#buddy daddies
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Hiii I wanted to ask if you could do a metalhead fem x mike schmidt in a relationship but she is really sweet and mike didn't expert that when they started dating (sorry if there are any spelling errors english isn't my first language)
Hii so about this i might put my favorite band but you guys will probably hate it sorry o/(╥ᆺ╥)\o anyways this is time skipped after the pizzeria thing so mike has better life here!
Pairings - Mike Schmidt ft. Metalhead!Reader
Abby clings to you as you are with her on the field trip to family day farm as both you are picking fruits. "Can i go to my friends over there?" abby asked as she looked up to you as you nodded on agreement telling her to be careful.
As on the background there are fathers who are with their kid talking on the background, "Yeah i heard that's only her sister." That one creepy dad said as his friends agreed with his delusion.
"Careful she might bite" The other one said as they laugh out loud making you look at them as if you will bite them as they stopped laughing.
Mike gave his nod on the lady guard as he knows her for a bit long time from constantly dropping abby off the school. As he easily saw you as he sneakily walked on your back, "Hey miss can you name five type o negative songs?" mike asked as you turned around sassily facing him as he chuckled sitting down beside you.
"i bought you your favorite flowers darling. I'm sorry i was late." He excused as he kissed you on your head before sitting down, "It's fine i know you're a busy man now." you smiled at him.
"Yeah she's a really cool woman. I sometimes call her mom cause she is cool." abby show off said as she was playing with the toys you bought her just yesterday because it's shopping day, "Really? I wish i had someone like her!" her friends bickered as they look at her mom gagging over the thought of her white boring mom.
"Darling it's already time to eat." You said as they were surprised seeing you beside them as abby took your hands walking happily with you, "I'm so inlove with her.." one of abby's friend said kicking over his feets.
"Hey abs did you enjoy playing today?" Mike asked as abby sat between you and mike, "Yeah even though it didn't start yet, can you please help us pick fruits?" abby asked as she is starting to chug down the food that mike had just bought as you hold her back.
"Hmm yeah sure why not??" Mike said as both of you enjoyed the day taking abby on a family day like her own parents.
It was already time to go home as expected abby became a little bit sassy as she was already tired and sleepy so you hugged her on the back seat so she will have a support as mike played a song of one of the bands you like same goes abby's.
Abby is really new to your taste in music and she was really amazed, after hearing all your favorite songs it surprisingly calms her down on this kind of episodes. So mike bought cd music's so abby can play music on her own for sometimes.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#mike afton#mike schmidt x you#josh hutcherson x reader#mike afton x reader#josh hutcherson x you#josh hutcherson
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I saw a post yesterday or the day before where someone was saying that this side of fic world was quiet and there was not much to read. It made me sadddd because there are so many talented writers still blogging away, and so I decided to make a list of recs with recent stuff I've enjoyed. I have a very small page and not much reach, but hopefully a few of you can find a couple new ones here to sink your teeth into.
If you are a friend of mine and I missed you on this list, pls know that I'm a fan of edibles and I forget things. But I will probably do a couple of these.
I'm not going to organize them into groups, because these are all good regardless of the main.
(in no particular order)
Pick up, will you? - @somnambulic-thing
rockstar!Eddie in this one and Somna is such a creative genius, you will thank me if you are able to go through their Masterlist. One of the more underrated creatives on this app, everything they put out is gold.
As Above, So Below -@jo-harrington
Kas!Eddie for the vampire/monsterfuckers out there. This story is so rich, Jo is one of those fic writers that make me say out loud: Wait, we get this for FREE?? Highly recommend.
Wasted Years - @neonghostlights
rockstar!Eddie and 90's au! Bee is one of those fic writers that make you want to consume everything they put out so fast because they are all SO good. Plus, she's just genuinely an amazing person and deserves to be supported/protected at all costs.
Exile in Guyville - @chestylarouxx
90s au Eddie, and let me tell you that I am not one of those who waits around for a fic to warm up or get good---this story will grab you right from the start and literally transport you to the 90's. Plus, Eddie is soooo hot in this. Please, you will love it.
WAIT HOLD ON LET ME TALK ABOUT GATOR TILLMAN FOR A SECOND
Joe Keery is about to be in the next season of Fargo as Gator Tillman and @courtingchaos did their own breathtaking spin on him. The creativity is out the roof, y'all. @usedtobecooler also gifted us with some Gator content that had me on my knees the other day. These are the only two I know of, but let me know if there are others so I can check them out!
S.J. - @lesservillain
Less just decided to drop the most beautiful story on us last night as I was about to go to sleep 😭 Based on the most wonderful Black Mirror episode ever, the way she made this her own is just breathtaking and sad in the best way.
Saccahrine - @pepsimunson
The rockstar!Eddie smut that you've been dreaming of, for real. This is one of those fics with a lot of parts already published, so you can really sink in an enjoy.
all of Drac's Sapphic Summer - @dr-aculaaa
really tho, the creativity and work she has put into these beautiful fics is insane. The Robin Buckley Y2K one is my favorite so far...it will give you the best nostalgia tingles. Seriously, you will fall in love with these.
Sea Stars and Sunshine - @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint
Steve Harrington Summer Love🫠 Another win for this writer, I love everything they create. This story will taste like summer and sand on your tongue as you read it, for real. All the beach vacation vibes...it honestly feels like a warm hug from Steve, chest hair and all.
There are also a handful of popular creators on here writing their hearts out for us all on literally a daily basis, and if you ever have any fic recs, please send them to me!
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Alright if I'm gonna look like a loon (moon ref) about some Aaravos ideas then at least I'm not alone now, LESSGO
Before we get confirmation on the actual title of 605, I wanna share the idea that I haven't been able to shake since "Moonless Night" became a possibility. Because let me tell you, when someone found those words, my gut dropped down a black hole and I wasn't sure why.
I mean, I can kind of guess why. It's the middle episode of the season. Multiple people have said it has wrecked them just to work with it. On that detail alone, I think we can guess who wrote it. And Devon's episodes always hurt me the most (affectionate)!
Why is the concept of a Moonless Night so scary? Lots of reasons come to mind this late in the show. The moon is the primal source for several characters in the show. It's a source of light and normalcy at night. And nights without moonlight are extremely dark. We all know this deep in our DNA already.
We could get Ruthari angst - Runaan suffering without the moon in his coin, trapped in darkness. Ethari suffering without Runaan and the hope and love he brought to his life.
Maybe it's Rayla struggling during a new moon, unable to do her usual moon powers in a clutch moment.
Maybe it's about the stars themselves being all the light that is, and how that's really not much and things are dark and powerful without the balance of other arcanums.
Maybe it's some or all of these.
But here's the thought that won't let me go: Fayla.
From what we think we know, Callum and Rayla get to the Starscraper in episode 4. We've seen images on promotional material, and etc.
But what's troubling me is the bits we got from NYCC attendants last fall, about how in the first episode the pearl is mysteriously empty, and Aaravos is somehow missing from it.
Where has he gone? Is he in Callum somehow? Is he doing things to his brain while he's awake, instead of giving him weird dreams?
And then there's the new twitter podcast account, Banter Lodge, posting a new Dear Callum letter yesterday.
No idea if this is fan-made or a sneak peek yet. But this is what tipped me into "holy shit" territory, because consider this with me for a second:
This letter makes it look like Rayla didn't go with Callum somewhere.
What if that somewhere is the Starscraper.
What if Callum gets all the way there and does all the things he does, and he doesn't realize until he's in the middle of the starry darkness that Rayla was never with him at all, and he has no moon at his side.
Fayla. Fake Rayla.
If his companion, all along, is Aaravos in Rayla's guise, nudging him toward wherever he wants Callum to go.
If he cannot outmatch Callum's love and trust for Rayla, he will simply shift the narrative and become that trusted source. Then, he thinks, Callum will do whatever he wants.
Sleep tight.
#tdp meta#tdp spoilers#tdp speculation#tdp#the dragon prince#this is the worst thing i can think of so far but damn it's horrifying#moonless night#i'm a huge sucker for shows and episodes that play with identity#sci fi shows where everyone is someone else for one episode#or the whole dollhouse show#mmm the good stuff#i've long hoped for aaravos to get really fucky with reality and this would do it
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DANCE MARATHON EPISODE-PART 3
So I had seen this Charity Dance Marathon gimmick on an episode of the Golden Girls (an episode which aired in 1987) and I feel as if I’ve seen it on other shows as well. (fun fact I just learned this week: Gilmore Girls and Golden Girls both shared at least one writer). Were these ever real things or is this just a gimmick made up for sitcoms? Are there real people out there shaking their moneymakers til they drop? Who can actually dance for 24 hours with only minimal breaks? It seems incredibly uncomfortable.
See also: Charity bachelor auctions (Seen this gimmick on The Golden Girls again, and The Simpsons). Stars Hollow could never auction off a date with a hunky bachelor because Miss Patty keeps all the eligible single men and teenage boys chained up in her basement.
I may have to do some research on these phenomenons.
I already can't stop saying Shug and Shuggy and Shugar at random intervals after seeing Land of Bad yesterday, and Babette is not helping, lol. Maybe on a different timeline, she was Shug's Momma (actually...maybe I shouldn't wish that for dear Babette).
I just want to point out the sign in the background reading: "All students riding a school bus home after school must wait in the gym." Who is so far away they're taking a bus to school in Stars Hollow? Stars Hollow is like four feet long. Maybe there are so few teenagers in The Hollow they have to consolidate with other districts and bus in students from other towns, like seat fillers. Those poor kids, deprived of an education like that.
Everything reminds me of Captain John "Sugar/Shug" Sweet.
Sookie informs Lorelai that under duress, she reluctantly agreed to her husband's "four in four" plan (four kids in four years, what is she, a dog?) and now she can't back out or have a conversation with him about it so she has no choice but to lay down and accept his sperm, lest she cause any conflict in their newlywed marriage where things are still bright and shiny and they enjoy sniffing each other in the morning, or something like that.
Tell that to Liz Danes.
That's rich and creamy coming from Ms. "I Almost Married Max Medina Without Discussing Where We Were Going to Live".
This is a janky medical operation we've got going on here. Medical examinations being performed next to open containers of food, no gloves being worn by medical personel or kitchen staff, and massage therapists walking around wearing tshirts saying "Masseuse" on them, because it's important to establish who you're getting massaged by. If it doesn't say Masseuse on the shirt, you might end up getting a rubdown from an unsanctioned random weirdo.
Alexis's is sneering like, "I'm here working 14 hours day in the Los Angeles heat in a heavy coat with a bunch of DORKS when I could be home boinking MY NEW BOYFRIEND MILIO VENTIMIGLIA and touching his BIG WANG! But maybe we can sneak in a quickie behind craft services later"
Mrs Kim is the real star of this episode.
Oh hey Mrs. Stanley Appleman.
Kinky.
If you keep drinking all that coffee, you're going to turn into a Coffee. Or probably have back to back heart attacks.
The clock is ticking to Shane's imminent demise. Hopefully her collapse from excessive blood loss won't get in the way of the other dancers, because Jess is going to butcher her behind the school without any witnesses. He is home sharpening his axe. #MurderOnTheDanceFloor #BetterNotKillTheGroove
How the hell did they rustle up 156 couples/ 312 people for this thang anyway?
I love Luke in this episode :)
Pretty rich and creamy coming from you, Miss No Car, No Job, No Pet, One Friend, Butthead Boyfriend, Goes Home From College Every Weekend to Visit Mommy. Kirk has a thousand careers, he will eventually have a pet and a girlfriend, and what reason would you need a car in The Hollow? Except to escape it.
Kirk easily has the most interesting life in The Hollow, save for Miss Patty, maybe (who has the most interesting past). He seems pretty content with his life.
I love that there's a "security" guard back there. I guess he was sleeping on the job when Shane's cries of agony rang out into the cold Connecticut sky.
Says Miss Lonely Pathetic Existence Also Attending The Same Marathon With Lonely Pathetic Mother And Every Other Lonely Pathetic citizen of the entire town.
YAYYYYY.
If Lane doesn't stop causing so much friction in Hep Alien, she might be replaced with this guy. I'm sure he will get paid equally as much drumming for a group of teenagers as he's currently getting paid to drum for a small town twerk-till-you-drop charity event.
Remember when swing music had a brief resurgence in the late 90s? Those were the days, oh some days they were. But since time stands still in The Hollow, they're actually still on the 1930's wave.
This is too much fun and so cute and whimsical and joyous and what a wonderful episode it is. Can't even snark too hard about the dancing. Lowering snark cannons.
They're going to go home and have unbelievable amounts of sex.
You know who else is going to go home after the DM and have an unbelievable amount of sex?
I'm sorry.
You came to The Thing, Dean! You did the bare minimum! You paid your girlfriend and her mother an uninspired compliment! For that Lorelai will stare at you like a hungry dog salivating over the last scrap of meat on a bone.
#gilmore girls#denise rewatches gilmore girls#Dance Marathon#tsgdt#they shoot gilmores dont they#rory gilmore#lorelai gilmore#luke danes#kirk gleason#babette#sugar#shug#shuggy shug#gilmore girls season 3#Shane is swan food
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Absolute Zero, episode 1 RANDOM THOUGHTS (more like FEELS and SQUEALS and HAPPY PIPS, here we go):
1) New Siwaj's latest prestige BL. Man, we've had some dips from him lately. I FAST-fast-forwarded through Between Us to get to the DeanPharm bits, and listen, I shoulda just listened to my friends (insert the Bugs Bunny "NO" gif here). And I have a pathetic love for Double Savage, a show that New Siwaj screenwrote and that aired earlier this year, for its POTENTIAL to tell an intergenerational familial trauma story headed by OhmPerth, but lord, it was a mess. At the same time, I have been impaled with a thirsty obsession over my watch and rewatch of New's Until We Meet Again, so with New going high for this latest show -- I have BIG expectations.
2) @bengiyo and @twig-tea (here and here) covered a TON of what I am thinking (and apologies to friends if you wrote AZ things yesterday and I missed them -- like @bengiyo, I would love to be tagged in your meta to track thoughts on this show!) (I think @troubled-mind is getting into this one, maybe we already have a little AZ squad going!). Further apologies and big ups to Ben and Twig if I repeat anything you say! Which I will, right now, repeating Ben's words:
3) FUCK if I didn't feel some nostalgia hearing Boy Sompob's voice again. I really do feel like this means that New is THROWING. DOWN. The music in this show is already fantastic. The music was SO IMPORTANT to the storytelling in UWMA, and I'm glad we're leading with it again here.
4) I am VERY PLEASED to see Mix Wanut (young Suansoon) holding down as a lead. We didn't see him too much as Don in UWMA, but: I thought his timing and comedy was particularly notable in UWMA (when Don was able to lighten up a bit near Dean, I thought it was really great).
5) Speaking of the actors. I'd like everyone to know (poor @neuroticbookworm and @lurkingshan have already heard me yelp on this). Teng Kanist, who plays the older Suansoon. He was fabulous as Nat in Gay OK Bangkok. Nat was a contradictory character, but let me be honest -- I felt a little symp for Nat because I like Teng's face. I admit it, I'm weak and transparent for dudes.
BUT: we all need to know that Teng Kanist IS ALSO A REAL-LIFE PASTRY CHEF who also GOES TO THE GYM. Therefore, we have a perfect man (for me lol) in our midst. Just need everyone to know! Croissants and abs and sets. SOLD!
6) Ahem, where was I. As an #old, seeing middle-aged dudes in a drama is what I need. I like that Absolute Zero is going to do this for us: to juxtapose the expected BL school scenes with two real adults in real adult settings. I love this. And I love that I know we are going to get more elders next week in What Did You Eat Yesterday?, and elder-ishes very soon in Cherry Magic Thailand and Cooking Crush. We need to age-diversify this field, and New is leading this season.
7) I love how fast we needed to get to young Suansoon and young Ongsa getting together. From the MDL description of the show, it looks like Absolute Zero may have a similar structure to UWMA. UWMA was like a three-part series: the first part being Dean and Pharm getting together; the second being their discovering their spiritual pasts through their shared inherited memories and meeting their families; and the third being the conclusion with their resolving Korn and Intouch's forced separation at death.
If Absolute Zero follows a similar structure in a shorter episode span (right now, MDL shows AZ having 12 episodes, as compared to UWMA's 17 episodes), then I understand AZ needing to be a bit chop-chop about the romance. But I felt that this episode was still perfectly paced, and yes -- dropping the faen in the first episode could seem a touch fast, but I felt that we had convincingly spent intentional time with Suansoon's loneliness to understand why he would have said yes to Ongsa. (And, anyway -- of course, we needed to know that they got together, because we time-jumped to their loving adult relationship.)
And I loved young Ongsa's approach. A guy looking and chasing after his crush. The romance of buying tickets to a movie, hoping the guy he likes will show up. Giving Suansoon a birthday bracelet at the movie. Holding Suansoon's hand and asking him the big question.
Man.... ahhhh. What I loved about that bracelet scene is that -- the gift of that bracelet did a lot of the communicating from Ongsa to Suansoon without words. Suansoon was clearly touched and moved. The loss of his parents shakes him, but he clearly got a lovely moment of connection from that gift. Mix acted that part beautifully.
8) The Love of Siam. What can I fucking say. I haven't seen My Only 12%, where I know New makes another significant reference to LoS there. But, just. I'm very glad @bengiyo insisted on LoS being the start of the Old GMMTV Challenge, in part because of the references to LoS in other Thai BLs over the course of the genre's short history, but also -- the tragedy of that movie communicates SO MUCH when it is present as a reference in another piece. Just like the bracelet communicates so much by way of love. I love that we got to see the pre-ending credits quote. I love that New's communicating to us through this brilliant movie.
I am sure I can find more to gush on, but let me stop here, because this got longer than I expected. I can't manage a full load of dramas, so I'll likely be dropping my thirst-watch of Dangerous Romance to accommodate AZ and WDYEY. Just like I am praying for Tee Bundit to not drop the ball on I Feel You Linger in the Air -- let us hope New can also keep the juggle up on AZ. He started this out STRONG. I HAVE HIGH HOPES.
#absolute zero#absolute zero the series#new siwaj#tor supakorn#mix wanut#teng kanist#toey puwanat#suansoon x ongsa#ongsa x suansoon#that'll probably get shortened to soon right#we will see#absolute zero meta
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Disgaea 7 DLC Episode: Persona 4
Part 1: Prince Detective Naoto
Young Detective: "Now then, is there anything else I need to go over?"
Pirilika: "No. That's all I have for the testimony. Thank you again so much for coming out here on such short notice, especially since you're supposed to be relaxing."
Young Detective: "It's alright Pirilika. Consider me stubborn if you may, but I can not simply leave any case unsolved."
Pirilika: "So cool..."
Fuji: "The hell's going on here?"
Pirilika: "Fuji, stay right there! This is a crime scene!"
Fuji: "Huh?"
Pirilika: "Someone stole the new dress I was working on last night!"
Fuji: "Okay... and? This is the Netherworld. Thefts are bound to happen. It's your fault for not keeping a tighter lock on your stuff. Wait... you're not keeping all of your cash lying around in the open, are you?!"
Pirilika: "Of course not!"
Young Detective: "May we please get back on track to the case at hand?"
Fuji: "Who's this kid?"
Young Detective: "Kid?"
Pirilika: "Don't mind Fuji, he's just very blunt. This is Naoto Shirogane, a famous detective from one of the human worlds. He came to Hinomoto with his friends and offered to help out."
Fuji: "A human detective? You sure that's a good idea Piriko? I think you're wasting your money here."
Naoto: "Care to elaborate on that statement, Fuji?"
Fuji: "Didn't you hear what I said earlier? You're in the netherworld! Whatever criminal that did this is probably too powerful for you to handle even if you do find them."
Naoto: "In other words, you are doubting my combat capabilities, correct? Perhaps a test in strength would change your mind, if you would be so bold to face me that is."
Fuji: "He he... bold is the wrong word for it. I'll be sure to do my worst so you'll see what the Netherworld is all about!"
Part 2: Captain Ressentiment, Yosuke
Fuji: "Alright, not bad. You're tougher than you look."
Naoto: "I suppose this means the results are to your satisfaction, Fuji."
Fuji: "For the most part, but I'd better tag along anyway. Wouldn't want to wake up to phone calls of your friends yelling how we got you axed during a vacation."
Pirilika: "Fuji, if you wanted to help investigate, you could've just said so."
Fuji: coughs blood "You know damn well that ain't true!"
Naoto: "Blood? Do you need to go to the emergency room?"
Fuji: "It's just my allergies, I'm fine."
Naoto: "Allergies???"
Pirilika: "Fuji has an empathy allergy."
Naoto: "Is this a demon specific allergic reaction? It's the first I've heard such a thing."
Fuji: "Hey, didn't you say we should get back to the case at hand?"
Naoto: "R-Right... my apologies. Now then... hmm?"
Pirilika: "What is it, Naoto?"
Naoto: "It appears the culprit dropped a weapon in their haste to steal the dress."
Pirilika: "Doesn't look like a knife any of the prinnies carry."
Fuji: "In fact, it doesn't look like a knife you can find anywhere in Hinomoto."
Naoto: "In that case, that narrows our search down to one potential suspect."
-later...-
Shop owner: "And don't let me see you around here again, got it?!"
Brown Haired Guy: "Geez, getting kicked out because I asked for a bowl of ramen? How was I supposed to know this was a pasta shop?! Ugh, so much for nothing bad happening on a trip for once."
Naoto: "There you are, Yosuke senpai."
Yosuke: "Oh, Naoto. Man am I glad to see you right now. Who's the cat girl and horn guy?"
Naoto: "They're my new clients for a case today."
Yosuke: "Of course you'd be working when we're on vacation."
Pirilika: "I'll be sure to make it up to her when we're done, but right now, would you mind helping us out?"
Yosuke: "I already got a bad feeling down my spine, but what's up?"
Naoto: "Pirilika's dress was found missing this morning. The culprit left a knife at the scene of the crime. This knife to be exact."
Yosuke: "Wha- that's the knife I've been looking for all day yesterday!"
Pirilika: "This is your knife?"
Fuji: "Sounds like an open and shut case to me."
Yosuke: "Wait, hold on! I didn't take the dress!"
Fuji: "Nice try. I suggest you hand it over now before things get ugly."
Naoto: "Fuji, wait! We should at least hear his testimony first."
Yosuke: "Seriously, even you think I'm a suspect?!"
Pirilika: "You DID say it was your knife..."
Yosuke: "Give me a break already."
Part 3: Kingpin of Steel, Yu.
Naoto: "So you realized late afternoon yesterday that someone took your knife and searched for it well into the evening?"
Yosuke: "Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you. Yu was helping me look this whole time so he can verify!"
Fuji: "I don't know. Why were you so hard pressed on finding some knife?"
Yosuke: "In case I need to fight, why else?"
Fuji: "I get that, but couldn't you just buy another one?"
Pirilika: "Don't you get it, Fuji? That knife was a family heirloom that's been around for generations! He was so afraid of disappointing his father after losing it that he spent all day looking for it, otherwise he would have to spend the rest of his vacation bracing himself for severe punishment when he returns home!"
Fuji: "Piriko, what did I tell you about making up backstories?"
Yosuke: "Sad part is, I can totally see that happening if it was an heirloom. I'm actually just trying to save enough money as I can to buy a motorcycle. Chie seriously put me in a bind after buying those clothes for Teddie."
Fuji: "Now that I can relate to. It ain't easy being broke."
Naoto: "Very well senpai, as long as we can verify your testimony, you'll be in the clear. Do you happen to know where he is right now?"
Yosuke: "Last I saw him, he was playing with some cats not too far from here. I'll show you the way."
-later...-
Catsaber: meow
Silver haired male: "There you go. I caught another big one for ya."
Catsaber: purr purr...
Silver haired male: "You sure seem happy. I better check up on the others. Let me know if you get hungry again, alright?"
Catsaber: Meow!
Peppy Pigtail Girl: "Senpai!"
Silver haired male: "Ah, Rise. I was just about to look for- ah!"
Rise: hugs tight "Senpai, I can't tell you just how happy I am right now!"
Silver haired male: "I see the cat's not the only one in a good mood..."
Rise: lets go "How could I not be now that I got this new dress. What do you think?"
Silver haired male: "It looks great on you. You look like you're ready for your next huge show."
Rise: "Ooh! I knew it! I'm so glad you got it for me! I can't thank you enough right now!"
Silver haired male: "Wait, but I didn't-"
Pirilika: "There it is!"
Silver haired male: "Hmm?"
Pirilika: "My dress! We finally found it!"
Rise: "Wait, YOUR dress?"
Naoto: "Rise, you're currently in possession of the dress that went missing from Pirilika's wardrobe earlier this morning."
Rise: "What?! There must be a mistake. It's probably a duplicate."
Pirilika: "It can't be. I started making the dress myself yesterday only for it to disappear when I got up this morning."
Rise: "But... I got this as a gift from Yu senpai."
Yu: "But I didn't-"
Yosuke: "Come to think of it, whoever stole that dress did steal my knife too, but you wouldn't do something like that, right partner?"
Yu: "Of course not. I was-"
Fuji: "Seems to me we found our culprit. All that's left is to detain him."
Naoto: "Does Fuji usually rush into everything so recklessly?"
Pirilika: "Not all the time, but he does enjoy a good fight."
-after the battle...-
Yu: "Can you please hear me out now? I didn't-"
Naoto: "I know. You are not the culprit senpai."
Yu: "Please stop cutting me o- Oh wait, you knew?"
Fuji: "He's not guilty? How?"
Naoto: "If you let Yu senpai explain, he was probably going to tell you that he didn't give Rise that dress. He was with me all morning before Pirilika gave me the phone call to help her with the case."
Rise: "Wait, what were you two doing together?"
Yu: "We were just eating breakfast and talking about what we were planning on doing for today. Once Naoto received the phone call, she rushed out the door."
Fuji: "Wait "she"? You're a girl?!"
Pirilika: "You really are full of surprises, Naoto! I'm so glad I hired you."
Naoto: "If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you get that attire, Rise?"
Rise: "Some weird looking penguin gave it to me as a delivery. The box said to me from Yu. I had no idea it was stolen."
Fuji: "So it WAS a prinny."
Pirilika: "Hold on, Fuji. The prinny probably didn't realize he was delivering a stolen item as the real culprit hid it among inside his delivery bag."
Prinny: "Special delivery for Miss Rise dood!"
Rise: "Hmm? Another one?"
Prinny: "That's right. Another gift from Yu. He must really like you, dood."
Yu: "About that, I don't remember sending anything to anyone lately."
Prinny: "Wait, Yu?! What are you- I mean... maybe you probably just...forgot dood. It happens."
Yosuke: "No, he has pretty good memory. He definitely would've remember doing something like that."
Prinny: "Okay well maybe he was trying to keep a low profile to sending gifts to Risette, dood!"
Rise: "Wait, how did you know I'm Risette?! I've been keeping a low profile since we got here!"
Prinny: Tries to back away. "Uh, well... you see dood... I-" Bumps into Fuji and drops the box he was carrying.
Fuji: "Going somewhere?"
Pirilika: *Gasp!* "That's the swimsuit I was going to pitch in my next meeting!"
Yu: "I also notice a few pictures of Rise coming out of his satchel."
Naoto: "It appears we have yet another Rise stalker scenario. He was likely trying to sneak rare photos of Rise in outfits Pirilika's company haven't released to the public."
Prinny: "Crap! My cover's blown! You'll never take me alive dood!" Runs away.
Fuji: "Piriko?"
Pirilika: "Fine, just don't go overboard."
Fuji: "You know I can't promise that. It's time to do my worst!" Runs after the prinny.
Rise: "Ugh, even when I'm on vacation in another world I just can't escape. I like being an idol, but I just want to relax together with senpai."
Pirilika: "I'm sorry for putting a damper on your brigade. I didn't mean to mess up your vacation."
Yosuke: "It's putting a damper on your parade and it's not your fault. If anything, you're as much of a victim here as any of us."
Yu: Scratches behind Pirilika's ears. "He's right. We're just glad it worked out in the end, so don't worry."
Pirilika: "Mmm... that feels so nice... I-I mean, I still want to make it up to you all. Especially Naoto for helping me out with this case to begin with. I really can't thank her enough."
Naoto: "Being able to provide assistance is rewarding enough, Pirilika. Don't be afraid to ask for my aid in the future."
Pirilika: "You're so cool, Naoto! A real spitting image of an ace detective. Actually, there is one thing. Fuji and I are traveling across Hinomoto to look for internal treasures so we can take down the shogunate that's been corrupting the land. I understand if you don't want to, but if you help us out, you can stay with us on my ship with your own room."
Naoto: "Hmm... I would more than happy to assist you, however a case such as this would require a team effort. Therefore, it would be more prudent to consult with our leader."
Yosuke: "She's got a point. If we're gonna help save the world, then we gotta stick together. We work a whole lot better as a team."
Rise: "What do you think, senpai? You up for spending our vacation by going on another adventure?"
Yu: "..."
Pirilika: "..."
Yu: "...When do we start?"
Pirilika: "You'll help?! Thank you so much! I promise, I'll take good care of you all while you're with-"
Boom!
Yosuke: "What was that?"
Pirilika: "Sounds like Fuji finally caught up with the prinny. Don't worry, I can heal him so he can be interrogated."
Yu: "What kind of adventure did we just sign up for?"
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Kingohger ep30
rita centric again, dying already since a week ago.
here it comes~!
no i'm not nervous at all, because death is certain.
i rewatched ep16 as official asked but i'm very alert they urge people to watch live
btw the reminder video yesterday is so cute!!
oh Tosa is back!
Yes Jeramie you have my praise 😭
ohhh go go go pamper them
Arm! good one himeno-sama!
they just. she just KNOWS how to play Rita in her hand.
okay i get it this ep is just starting with two dates
Genki ka? a lil pause and so soft Taisei's delivery 😭
fluff time over in a minute
wait wait open visual wdym with the emblem you're not telling me it's jeramie's dad!
BUG YURI
lol relatable finishing the food too fast because you don't know how to social
Yuzuki straightening a bit before raising the moffun question. precious.
absolutely surreal to me. why is rita's voice coming out of yuzuki's face.
oh… that's the spell Rita said OH OH
my stream keeps breaking up *missed flashback*
Did the child actor grew a lot taller since last time??
new song…
but how did Karras kept the browness?
Yeah that's the part I felt on rewatch, Shiron and Rita totally understood what "Seal" means but no one in and out universe
Woah. She's already dead. That's convenient (no no no i want Rita to have living parents 😭)
Erica's anger act improved a lot since 14
hmmm i was sure Jester is Jeramie's Dad or parasiting his body at least
hmmm but Jeramie doesn't recognize this man (his dad IS in his flashback)
lmao Dugded can't count
AHHHHH NOOOOOO HE KILLED SHIRON TOO FUUUUUCKKK
HE DIDN'T GET TO SEE HIS WIFE ONE LAST TIME FUUUUUUCK FUUUUUUUCK KAMEJIM
FUUUUUUUCK HE SPENT TWO YEARS LOOKING FOR HER AND NOOOOOO
A player of life, what a nemsis for Himeno the doctor as well! (what thata about Takamina's mentor first rider work *cough* (ex-aid is what reignited my toku fever)
watashi ga yuruganai *sounds of heartbreak*
woah ok. I can take this. At least they didn't have Moffun speak and break the atmosphere
YANMA'S FOAM SWORD
老媽子？！
jaw dropped
😦😯
yeah i called this ep linked to Jeramie but like this is too much
Kingoh's female characters really is the best…
i'm so shocked i forget to record the first 3 minutes of Kasumi's live, again.
ah new kingoh episde, i feel alive again (heartbroken)
---- pre-essay ----
i just wanna say i'm exhausted (irl) and i'm exhausted from kingoh serving us nothing but despair and angst and apparently same for next week too. so even when i'm relieved we know what's coming up i really need a break when daigo shows up (break = waking up at noon to watch subs instead of live at 8).
I don't know what emotion should I bring to watching this episode. I approached it all clinical figuring out a flow but i just know i'll be wrong (good). I have no idea how the episode would end though - or that we'd even realize it has reach the endpoint (good thing for commercial breaks ig). Is Rita gonna be out of action for a bit? Or is it going to connect to Jeramie's background?
you see at this point i don't even care if himerita gets "canon" or who won in the end 🏵🦋 or 🦋👓 they are all canon to me. i'm just having a LOVELY time enjoying the relationships being developed naturally instead of feeling advertised. honestly i wouldn't mind if they turn the queer bait to cash like lupat pink/yellow i'm very willing to be deceived if more content this time.
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Roswell, New Mexico: Kiss From a Rose (4x06)
Sick Michael is kind of the most precious thing I've ever seen lol.
Cons:
I don't really know what to make of Bonnie as a character. I'm extremely torn. I was excited to find out that her kiss with Michael had ulterior motives, but now we find out that those motives were her trying to help him, not hurt him. She hits that "born sexy yesterday" trope for me, where she's this wide-eyed innocent excited for someone to teach her about the world, but she's also super dangerous. It's tired, it's lazy, and I don't like how she's just willing to follow whoever happens to be nice to her at any given time. On the other hand, I do like that they're kind of keeping us guessing with her character. So I don't know.
Everything with Eduardo and his daughter felt like a waste of time to me. As we move further and further through this season, I'm realizing how much these side characters and new characters are eating up the screen time I'd rather be spending with our core cast. Anatsa was like that, and the new trio, especially Bonnie, get so much attention, and Eduardo with his family drama, Shivani with her sick daughter and semi-estranged wife... I don't know. I wish they'd known when they were making this season that it would be their last. Maybe they would have tightened the scope and focused on the things we're already invested in.
It's weird, because honestly I feel like the character who is getting the most good attention in this final season, and has the most interesting character stuff happening with him, is Michael. And Michael is my absolute fave, so of course I'm happy to get to see him explore his identity and his past... but at the same time, all this amazing character development for Michael just sheds an even brighter light on Alex's absence. I wish he could be there for Michael to do some processing with. I wish we could have seen him there for Michael in that moment when he learned his powers were gone. So many missed opportunities. I just really hope the payoff is good, for Alex's return...
Max is making me so angry! Honestly, after the last couple episodes when the drama between him and Liz seemed to be "I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop", I was actually excited to see that Max's powers were putting Liz in danger. This is a concrete issue that they need to work through. It's appropriately angsty, you've got the handprint binding them so they can feel each other's emotions... all good stuff. And then Max goes and gets a kiss from Bonnie to remove his powers? Just like that? That's a huge decision that doesn't only affect him! Michael is powerless too, and now they're down two aliens as they try and figure out what to do about Tezca and Clyde and all that. It's just so stupid that Max would do this. These are our final episodes with these characters, I really wanted to believe that Max had grown and changed and had started to learn his lessons, but he just keeps making the same mistakes. It's not fun to watch anymore. Echo is a ship I really enjoy, but this season has been super aggravating for both of them. Liz is doing her best, but she seems less alive as a character to me lately, since her only role seems to be worrying about the future of her relationship.
Pros:
This wasn't a bad episode, by any means, and I certainly enjoyed it a lot more than I did last week's installment. I think part of it is that I've given up hope of seeing Alex until episode eight at the earliest, so I was a lot more Zen about him not being there.
To start with, Michael's arc this season really is the strongest, most consistent thing we have going on! He's grown so much as a character over the years. I love the moment when he wants to go with Max to talk to Bonnie, since he promised he'd protect her. And how even after learning what she did, he ultimately can't entirely hate her for it. He's learning so much about who he is, and it's complicated to let go of the things you've held onto for so long, while also trying to feel grounded in your present choices. I love how they're grappling with that!
Also, he's just super, super adorable all snuffly and curled up on the couch under a blanket. Seriously melted my heart. Missing Alex, grumpy about his powers... too sweet. Liz was so worried about him, promising to solve everything with science right away. And Maria makes him soup and commiserates with him over losing their alien powers, and Dallas comes by to check on him and get his advice... I'm just very warm and fuzzy about Michael having this whole support system. Sure, I could complain about the people who didn't get to react or know about Michael being sick in any way, including Sanders, Isobel, and of course, Alex, but I can also appreciate what we did get to see. I know people probably didn't like the Maria stuff in this episode but I honestly found it super sweet that she was there to take care of him and talk things over with him. Justice for their friendship, please!
I loved Liz being a bad-ass, and having faith in Max, and doing all the right things: speaking of characters who have really grown throughout the show. She is, in my opinion, handling everything really well. It's just Max who's freakin' blowing it for the both of them. I loved the handprint stuff, too, the way Liz and Max were navigating how they were feeling through being able to experience each other's emotions... Liz being understandably scared that Max's powers would continue to be a dangerous problem, but also wanting to reassure Max that she's in this for the long haul and isn't going anywhere... all great stuff! Until that stupid ending, and now next week they're going to have to fight about Max being an idiot! Again!
And then there's the Kyle and the Isobel of it all! As I said previously, I was really displeased with how things went between them last week, so I was ready to still be disappointed, but I actually really liked the angst here! Kyle is so happy and feels so settled after their night together, but Isobel immediately opens with "oh no, did I ruin our friendship?" And of course Kyle plays along. If they'd left things there, I still would have been annoyed. But instead, Kyle, after having a talk with Eduardo about regrets, decides to lay it all on the line. He tells Isobel he's in love with her, and she says... that she doesn't know what to say.
I loved how Kyle tried to be calm about this, tried to say that she could take all the time she wanted, but Isobel, quite reasonably, doesn't want Kyle waiting around for something that Isobel can't promise will ever happen. The way their relationship is structured, with Kyle pining away and Isobel not being aware of her own feelings, actually really works for me, in terms of a good romance story, and also with these particular characters. Kyle and Eduardo are off on a road trip, so he'll have some time to process, and I'm willing to bet that Isobel is going to be thinking quite a lot about Kyle while he's gone! I have high hopes for what we'll get between these two by the end of the season.
Dallas gets to learn a bit more about his dad, and discovers that there could be hidden messages in the bible his dad gave to him when he was briefly awake in the 1940's. I like that we're continuing to develop Dallas more and more; of all the new characters who arrived in season three/four, Dallas is the one I'm really happy about having around. It was sweet that Isobel rushed back to help him access his memories, even if I'm annoyed that nobody bothered telling her that Michael was sick and powerless! Yeesh.
So that's where I'll stop for now. I really, really hope that the next couple of weeks give us some forward motion on the Alex situation. I don't want that to be the only thing I care about. It's not the only thing I care about. But it sure is the thing I care about the most, and I'm not going to lie about that...
7.5/10
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Thoughts On Thanks to Them
So, ultimately speaking, I liked the episode. I really liked how Luz had developed as a character with how she is genuinely in turmoil over feeling that she messed everything up by unwittingly teaching Belos the light glyph. Really, it is distressing to see a character who wanted to be a witch fully convinced that everyone would have been better off not knowing her or intervening in their lives.
Also loved some of the montages such as, of course, Luz coming out to her mother and introducing Amity as her girlfriend to which Camila accepts them both. Or some more bonding moments between Gus and Hunter and them becoming obsessed with some science fiction series. Honestly just nice seeing Hunter happy and having a normal childhood even if for a moment.
We learn some new info such as why Luz was so enamored with the Good Witch Azura series: her father gave her a copy of the first book in the series before he died so she was really using it as a coping mechanism to deal with her loss. Camila herself used to be bullied when she was in high school which made me think that she did not want the same to happen to Luz which explains the whole summer camp thing. Because keep in mind: she never said she HATED Luz's creativity as evidenced by her nightmares where she was the only one praising or humoring her daughters' antics.
We get more lore drops to explain a bit more about why Belos was so angered about Caleb: according to Masha, they were both orphaned children who tried to fit in with the social order of Gravefield by becoming witch hunters. That was until Caleb was enraptured by one, Evelyn. As in Evelyn Clawthorne perhaps? Philip desperately went into the Demon Realm to save his brother (who he viewed as a parental figure), only to act on his blind jealousy. It does explain in some ways why Belos was so hellbent on killing witches as a result of what was seen as acceptable back in the day. And, lastly, his possessing Hunter and killing Flapjack (or at the least mortally wounding him) was shocking in and of itself.
But, as much as I liked a lot of the episode, can't help but notice some missed potential. Of course, a lot of that comes from Disney canceling the show (thanks a lot, House of Mouse), so they had to adapt to the terrible turn of events. It comes at the cost of missing out on potential arcs or episode ideas. Even though three months had passed, it just feels like only yesterday that the Hexsquad is stranded on Earth. Sure, we get the montage of the witches interacting with human society, but that was largely because they were trying to decipher the rebus.
Belos felt wasted in this special/episode. His possession of Hunter's body was creepily cool, but I was really wanting a few moments where Belos interacts with modern-day Gravesfield and comes to the realization that Luz and the Collector were right. Instead of being lauded as a hero and the great "Witch Hunter General," people in the modern era would view Belos instead as what he always was: a deeply prejudiced monster. Or maybe comment on Halloween. Instead, he spends most of the episode possessing animals and recuperating.
Vee was wasted, as, due to being a basilisk, she could drain Belos while he was possessing Hunter. Jacob returns and at most, we learn that he was fired as the museum curator and then tries to expose Gus before being escorted out. Honestly, I thought the show was going to suggest that part of the reason he is that obsessed was that he was a descendant of the Wittebane line. Which would potentially have Belos appear to him and suggest a deal that they both could benefit from. But instead, he is taken as just a one-off joke. Or Masha reappears and she only contributes by introducing the rebus to the Hexsquad and telling most of what we had already known about the two Wittebane brothers already. Vee's other friends don't appear either.
Overall, though, did like the episode just wish that the show didn't end up having to try to cram everything to get to the ending. Just resent Disney for it.
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Binging
Garret Reid checked his phone one final time.
Yes, that was the right café.
He opened the door and scanned the premises. It wasn’t long until he spotted Stefan. The possum still hadn’t noticed the wolf, wiping his brow after what Garret assumed was fatigue after an intense work day, so the canine took the opportunity to pick a table quietly.
He looked aside nonchalantly, but a very small gasp indicated that Stefan noticed him. Footsteps followed.
“Good afternoon, client I’ve never met before” Stefan said, and Garret could pratically imagine the cheeky smile on his lips.
The wolf turned and his good eye met the two good ones of the person he cared most. He was indeed smiling, but there were so many more emotions behind those chocolate puddles he called irises: longing, relief, affection beyond the pale.
“Good afternoon, barista” Garret winked, “I’ll have a vanilla latte. And your number.”
“Oh, mister, I’m afraid I’m already engaged. Long distance, but still faithful.”
Garret snorted.
“I sure would hope so.”
Discretly, their lips met. It was a small mutual peck, but both poured as much love and affection as they could into each other’s lips. It’d been three months since they last kissed, and the longing was as physical as the flesh and bone in their snouts.
Soon after, Stefan returned with Garret’s latte. The wolf watched his boyfriend attend other people, before his shift ended.
***
Garret opened another door, this time to Stefan’s apartment.
The two were frenching passionately, hugging frantically, so both the opening and closing of the door felt like earthquakes. Neither said anything coherently, breathing and gasping between kisses, two beings desperately wanting to become one. Finally, they broke their kissing frenzy enough to just gaze into each other wordlessly.
And Stefan’s stomach grunmbled.
“Busy day, uh?” Garret said.
“I cooked us some goulash yesterday” Stefan said, “Let me just heat it up.”
As he walked towards the kitchen he took off his jacket, revealing a rather simple white wifebeater. He wiggled his butt, winking at Garret.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
In response, Garret dropped all clothes aside from his own simpleblack shirt and underwear.
***
“How could she? She’s only human.”
“Damn, what a finale!” Stefan said.
Both were sitting on the couch, plates on their crouch as they ate while binging Inside Job.
“Such a great series” Stefan said, “Such a shame they cancelled it.”
“How do you think the series would end if it wasn’t cancelled?” Garret asked.
“Honestly I have no idea. They have all the conspiracy classics, but they play with them so it’s pretty hard to predict.”
Garret eye Stefan’s laptop, a file open with notes as if this was a college course.
“Wanna watch something else?” Garret suggested.
“Well, there’s this new show replacing all the cancellations at HBO Max” Stefan said, grabbing the remote, “Wanna give it a shot? It also has mysteries allegedly.”
“That’s your thing, not mine” Garret said, sticking out his tongue playfully.
“Nah, I know you get intringued easily too” Stefan said, putting his plate aside and pecking Garret’s cheek.
Cuddling together, they changed the channel.
***
“Oh no, I hallucinate because I have daddy issues. Gross!”
“And that’s enough of that!” Stefan said, shutting the tv down.
“God that was awful” Garret said.
“And they couldn’t even keep the mystery, every episode was a filler with teenage drama” Stefan said.
He laid on Garret’s side, white and black shirts clashing.
“Can’t believe Infinity Train and Pantheon were gutted and this shit got two seasons” Stefan pouted.
“Eh, the fans will bring those back love” Garret said, nuzzling Stefan’s head.
“Hope so. I miss those shows already.”
“More than you missed me?”
Stefan paused for a moment, then smirked.
“Yes.”
“Bitch” Garret replied.
“You’d love to make me your bitch, wouldn’t you stud?”
The two kissed, and the shirts fell on the floor.
***
Garret rested his head on Stefan’s naked chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was a sound he missed every day since they last laid together, on his flat in Edinburgh.
“I love you” he muttered.
“Love you too, babe” Stefan said, his paw caressing Garret’s hair.
“It’s been too damn long” Garret said, “Wish we could live together.”
“We blew all our money in the Sylvia” Stefan sighed, “And for nothing, it seems.”
Garret raised his head, staring at Stefan’s eyes. The opossum smiled back, but there was a clear sadness in his gaze, and the wolf wondered if he should tread carefully.
“How you’re holding up?”
Stefan sniffed.
“He’d be proud of us” he replied, “Well, maybe going ‘I told you so’ after we watched Velma.”
Garret laughed, and Stefan laughed too. But it died quietly.
“I don’t want you to leave” Stefan said, sniffing a bit, “I’m saving up for a visa, so we can be together.”
“Nah, I should be the one coming here” Garret said, “Scotland has it’s charm, but I could use a change of pace.”
“Y-you’d stay here with me?”
“Yeah, just gotta find a sparky job and we’re good to go.”
Stefan kissed Garret, and the two laid together, embracing until sleep overtook them.
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MISSING YOU — popstar! theodore nott x f! reader
CONTENT WARNING: angst/ mentions of therapy/ being under medication/ mental health
SUMMARY: theodore’s job takes him away from you a lot and hi here understanding for the most part. but after countless broken promises, you had enough.
WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1574 words/ 8 minutes
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"THANK YOU DR macmillan," you thanked your therapist.
"i'll have nurse johnson prepare your medication and you can sign out by the front desk."
you nodded in acknowledgment and left the doctor's office.
you noticed that it was a quarter past five and started on dinner. while the chicken was in the oven you remembered to record the episode of theodore's favourite show on telly so he could watch it when he had the time.
you did the laundry and ironed out theodore's dress shirts that had crumpled in the wash. you placed them neatly in his cupboard in colour order, that way, it was easier for him to pick out clothes for the day since he was always in a hurry.
as you tidied, you saw how theodore's white trainers had gotten dirty and cleaned them as well. pretty soon, dinner was cooked, the house was cleaned, and you were already showered.
you set the table and started on your dinnner, placing a heating charm on theodore's plate so his food would not get cold.
you washed your plate and settled into bed. you soon fell asleep alone in the cold bed, pulling the duvet closer to you to keep warm.
when you awoke the next day, the bed was suspiciously empty, which meant that theodore had not came home the night before.
you lazily rubbed your hands over you face and put on your house slippers. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, and treaded into the kitchen.
as you were frying up and egg, you heard something tapping on your window.
"thank you sweet pea," you cooed to the delivery owl as it dropped today's copy of witch weekly into your hands.
you were about to toss the magazine aside to read later when the headline caught your attention.
"lead singer theodore nott caught getting cozy with actress eloise delacour at french pub" was written in bold.
your eyes trailed to the picture of your boyfriend, standing way too close to the french actress for your liking.
you threw the magazine angrily at the counter as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to rationalise your thoughts.
you switched the hob off and leaned your elbows against the counter, holding your head in your hands.
you then heard a pop sound, theodore holding onto his backpack, his wand in one hand.
you picked your head up and barely glanced at him, before turning to make yourself a cup of tea.
"hey..." theodore threw his bag onto the sofa and trudged over to you, confused by your cold demeanour.
you would usually jump into his arms and pepper him in kisses whenever he came home after a long tour.
theodore attempted to hug you from behind but you pushed him away.
"what's wrong?" theodore's brows came to a furrow.
"what's wrong?" you scoffed and practically threw the magazine at him, "look at this and tell me what's wrong."
theodore picked the paper off the floor and looked at it.
"y/n...sweetheart...it's not what it looks like, management just thought it would be good marketing for our new record so they hosted a party last night," theodore set the magazine down and tried to step closer to you.
"stop..." your voice shook as you placed your hand in front of you to prevent theodore from coming near you.
"i'm sorry y/n, i really am. after those pictures nothing else happened i promise." theodore reasoned, his eyes pleading.
"it was my birthday," you muttured.
"huh?"
"it was my birthday, yesterday," you spoke a bit louder.
"what? no it wasn't your birthday's next week, on the-" theodore looked at the calender that was hung on the wall, "fourth...", he trailed off after seeing that today's date was the fifth.
you sniffed and wiped your cheek with your palm.
"shit, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i'm off for the whole month, i promise i'll pamper you and-"
"i can't do this anymore theodore. i can't sit here and pretend that everything's fine when it's not. i was patient whenever you had to work late, i was understanding when your management wanted to keep us a secret to upkeep your teenage hearthrob reputation. but i just can't anymore." you held your hand to your mouth to prevent the sob that threatened to spill.
"y/n..." theodore tried to step closer to you but your hand still remained in the space between you both.
"yesterday, when i blew out my candles by myself, my one wish was to for once be your first choice." your voice broke, "it's always your work before me, but just for one day in the year, all i wanted was for you to choose me."
your body weakened and theodore quickly caught you by your forearms, supporting you with his hands below your elbow.
you let yourself break as theodore looked at you guiltily, wondering how had he ever fucked up enough to hurt the girl like he had.
the moment was interrupted when theodore's manager's voice filled the small condo.
"theodore, we need you in the studio. the weird sisters have agreed to do a demo and this can be huge for us." the middle aged man fire talked.
you saw the look on theodore's face, you had been dating long enough to know that was his contemplating face.
if he was even contemplating leaving while you were falling apart in his arms then the conversation between the two of you was not evern worth having.
"go." you pulled your arms away and leaned agains the counter.
"you made your choice when you were weighing out the options in your head, you made your choice and you didn't choose me," you pointed to the fireplace, "go."
you shoved past theodore and hurried into your bedroom, slamming the door shut.
"y/n," theodore opened the door and looked down as you sat on the edge of the bed.
"go away," you said coldly.
"you know what? fine," theodore gritted his teeth, "if you want me to go so badly, i'll go."
before he could walk off, you gripped onto his wrist, "you'll never find another like me."
it had been six months since you packed your necessities and left without another word.
six months later and here theodore was, sitting in his front room as a girl laid underneath him.
sloppy kisses were shared but all on his head was how the girl was not you.
her lips did not feel like yours, the hand that threaded through his hair did not feel like yours.
"i'm sorry," theodore pulled away and fixed his dress shirt, sitting straight.
"it's alright," the girl smiled at him, "your mind was everywhere but me, even when you offered to bring it back to your flat."
she picked up her bag and wiped her thumb on the corner of her mouth to fix her lipstick, "thank you for tonight, i had fun nevertheless, but i can tell you love her, whoever you've been thinking about. so tell her that you do, it's never too late."
and with that theodore was left alone in the apartment that you once shared.
he stared at the photograph of you and him above the fireplace, one that he never had the heart to take down, selfishly praying that you were alone as well, dumping whichever fool that was not enough for you.
because theodore knew that nobody could ever be good enough for you.
theodore got into the bathroom and a chip in the tiled wall caught his notice.
he could feel the magic coming off it and removed the charm from the medicine cabinet.
he picked the potions up and read the labels off it, your name printed at the top.
he never knew.
theodore never knew you were struggling with your mental health and he wondered why you had chose to keep him from it.
"fuck," theodore slammed his fists on the wash basin and ran his hands through his hair.
you were suffering alone and theodore never knew. maybe if he loved harder you would have told him, maybe if he had checked if you were alright, you would have told him. maybe if he had fought harder that night, you would have told him.
he tried to get over you, he really did. he had somehow convinced himself that he never needed you, that his pride mattered more.
but theodore let you slip through his fingers and there was nothing he regretted more than that.
it was only after you had broken up that theodore realised that he would indeed never find another like you.
nobody would make him honey tea just the way he liked it when his throat felt scratchy after voice lessons like you would.
nobody would tuck him into bed when he was not feeling his best after a long day at the recording studio like you would.
nobody would surprise him at his shows that he would do all over europe, holding up a handmade sign despite being almost trampled by people in the pit like you would.
it was six months after you had gotten your heart absolutely shattered by him that theodore finally admitted to himself that he missed you.
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FATWS One Shot #3 - Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles
Word Count: 1912
Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, erm…a Relationship that You Want to Happen but Know Never Will
Setting/Characters: The first part of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014 after Steve’s hostage mission; Reader, Steve Rogers, mentions of Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and Nick Fury
A/N: This…isn’t what I thought it was gonna turn out to be. But I like it, it’s cute, and I needed something pure with the shield after that ending scene, so I’m posting it.
I have a few more One Shots planned that take place during TWS so I’ll be writing those today and tomorrow. This week is a lot less hectic than last week (I was being trained in another area of my job last week, hence crazy hours), so expect more One Shots coming this week. Again, I’m trying to post them chronologically, but there might be some out of order depending on what you guys request and when, which is totally fine!
For today, I have the Reader meeting Sam (which is kinda what this was supposed to be, but…oh well) and more about the notebook planned. Also Reader meeting Bucky unofficially for the first time because he’s, you know, brainwashed and stuff. Later this week I’m planning on AoU stuff which will include the Party Scene and Wanda interactions.
If I can get through those by Friday when the new episode comes out, I’ll start on CA:CW which will include Reader officially meeting Bucky and possibly the airport scene if you guys are interested in that. Then I’ve got some Wakanda scenes and some Peter interactions. If not, I’ll start CW:CA next Sunday. Once the backstory is set up and completed chronologically, I might go back and just write some drabbles and stuff of random moments - kinda like this one.
I did get a request earlier for Bucky’s perspective on the dancing scene in Part 4.2, so I’m planning on doing more rewrites of scenes in Bucky’s perspective, but that’ll come after the One Shots, so hopefully next week.
I think that’s all…umm…yeah. Once again, not beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you so much for reading! I’m so glad you’re all enjoying this almost as much as I am! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy reading and stay tuned!
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The beeping of the timer made you groan and set down the book you were digging into. You were just starting to get to the good part, but the food smelled so good, so you decided it could wait.
You were so focused on your task of getting your breakfast ready that you didn’t hear your front door open or the footsteps that followed it shutting, the thud of boots hitting the floor just around the corner. Setting the ready food on the counter, you jumped at the arms that wrapped around your shoulders and waist.
“Shouldn’t you be more observant for a spy?”
You gave a hum at his deep voice, tilting your head slightly as he placed his cheek on your shoulder, nose pressing up against the column of your throat. “Shouldn’t you be heading over to the Triskelion for your debriefing with Fury?”
He growled at the mention of the mission he was just sent on yesterday morning. The first few assignments he had surprised you with how quick they were over, but then you remembered yours were a bit different than his and you got used to him being back within the next couple days.
“We don’t have secrets right? I’m so fucking tired of secrets.”
Your eyebrow quirked up as you turned to face him, his hands slipping down to your hips. You took in his state; he was still in uniform, dirt on his face, hair unruly, the shield on his back gray with the dust that covered it. He obviously hadn’t even gone to his own place yet, meaning he just got back. “What happened?”
He huffed, letting go of you to rub his face tiredly. “Natasha. She didn’t tell me that Fury sent her to do something other than what we were supposed to be doing.”
“They’re spies, bubs. It’s what they do.”
“You’re a spy. You wouldn’t do that.”
Chuckling a little at his comparison, you shook your head. “Our relationship is a little…different than yours and Nat’s.”
“I wish they’d put you on my missions. I don’t know why they don’t. We work well together, don’t we?”
You snorted. “That’s probably the reason.” At his confused look, you shook your head. “Never mind. Just…we’re closer. I know you better than they do. You can’t compare them to me. It isn’t fair.”
He grumbled, eyes glancing down to your feet. “They still should’ve told me.”
“Hey,” you tilted his head back up to meet your gaze. “It was a hostage mission, right?” He nodded. “Did you save the hostages?” Another nod, which made you shrug. “Then there you go. You did your job and you saved people. It was a success. That’s all that matters.”
“He got away.” Steve argued. “He got away because she didn’t feel the goddamn need to tell me-”
“She was following orders. Don’t be mad at her.”
“You’re right.” His quick admission stunned you for a moment, until he continued speaking. “It’s Fury’s fault. I think I’m gonna go-”
He started moving away, but you tugged him back, shaking your head again. “Not yet, bubba. You can talk to him later. Let’s get you cleaned up first. Then we’ll eat and you can tell me how that run you went on yesterday was. Okay?”
His features softened and he nodded, setting his forehead against yours. “Okay.”
You had half of your dresser sectioned off for Steve’s things. SHIELD had moved him to DC about a year previous to be closer to HQ, especially after the Helicarrier became decommissioned for repairs. You already had an apartment in DC - it was where you stayed for the most part, hence the reason you were more than willing to stay in New York for a couple years.
The moment he moved in about ten minutes from you, you knew, just like in DC, he’d be spending a lot of time at your place. Which is why you made the executive decision to have him bring a bag over one night and unpack his stuff.
It wasn’t the first shower he took at your place and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.
While he was cleaning up, you got to work washing his suit and the shield. You teased him by saying you’d just throw his suit in the washer and the shield in the dishwasher, but you wouldn’t actually.
His suit was air drying by the window and you were at the sink scrubbing off the shield, wishing you had a backyard and a hose, when he padded back into the room, hair plastered to his forehead, dripping down his temples, sweats and a t-shirt clinging to his body. He shook his head, leaning on the counter besides you. You always found it amusing how big he looked in your tiny kitchen.
“You know you don’t have to do that, right?”
You scoffed. “If you think I’m gonna let you walk around in that disgusting thing all day, you, my friend, are nuts.”
He chuckled, moving behind you and setting his chin on your shoulder, his larger hands stopping yours from their movements. “At least let me do this, then.” He murmured, taking the scrub brush from you, spreading the bubbles over the rings of the shield.
“You can help me. But I like finishing what I started.” You whispered back, reaching for a clean rag and dunking it into the soapy water, wiping down the star in the middle.
He placed a gentle kiss to your jaw, relenting easily. “Fine.”
You two worked in silence, the water running over the shield, taking the dirt and grime with it, hands occasionally brushing each other. Almost finished, Steve placed his hand over yours, moving it over to a certain spot. “The brush won’t get it.” He explained, his low voice sounding right beside your ear.
Smiling, you turned your head to look at him. There was a crease between his brow as he concentrated on getting rid of the smudge on the precious metal. Your lips turned up when you noticed a dark spot on his jaw he must’ve missed. He looked at you with a grin when you started giggling. “What’s got you giggling so pretty, honey?”
Letting go of the side of the shield you were holding, you reached up to wipe the dirt on his jaw that he missed with your thumb. “Can’t let that handsome face of yours get stained. And, speaking of stains,” you turned back to the shield, holding it up for the both of you to look at, the soft light from the window above the sink making it shine even more. “You think we got it all?”
“Hmmm. I think you missed a spot.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Where?”
He leaned closer to the shield, face right besides yours, cheeks practically brushing together. “Right…here.” His hand that you didn’t notice cupping water, came up and splashed your face.
You let out a shriek, stepping back, further into his chest, your jaw dropped. “Steven! My pjs!”
He cackled, leaning back and holding his chest, before gasping when you did the same thing back to him. “You’re on!” He grabbed his shield and filled it with water, making you squeak and try getting out of his hold. Stupid Super Soldier strength. He dumped it on you, water falling on your head, sliding down your back and making your pajamas stick to you. You quickly retaliated, grabbing the facet and turning it towards him, laughing at his shout.
The water fight continued for a few more minutes, bowls and cups coming into play, with Steve diving behind the counter and you slipping on the floor.
“Woah, there, honey!” He chuckled, the chortles coming from your lips reassuring him that you weren’t hurt. He leaned over you, reaching his hand out. “You okay?”
You nodded, taking his hand. “Let’s call it a truce, yeah?”
“Truce? Hell no! I won!”
“You did not! You just got lucky!”
He pulled you up, tugging you close. “Alright, alright. Fine. A truce. Let’s get you into some dry clothes, now. Don’t want you gettin’ sick, honey.”
You shook your head. “That’s actually a myth.”
“I’ll take note of that.”
An eyebrow of yours raised. “In that little notebook you never let me read?”
He smiled innocently. “Maybe. I added something else yesterday.” He informed you while tugging you down the hall to your room.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Marvin Gaye’s Trouble Man Soundtrack.”
You hummed with an approving nod. “Yeah. That was a good suggestion. Who gave it to you?’
“This guy I met on my run.” He shrugged, heading over to his dresser as you grabbed a couple towels. “Sam Wilson. He seemed like a good guy.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded, grabbed another set of sweats and a shirt, before turning to you and taking the towel you handed him. “Yeah. He served two tours in Afghanistan. Now he’s working down at the VA. Told me to drop by sometime.”
“Aww.” You stood on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair. “My bubba’s all grown up and making friends.”
He rolled his eyes, ducking away from your hand and running his own through his hair. “Yeah, yeah.” His smile dropped as he looked at the clothes in his hand. “I think I’m gonna head out now. I should talk to Fury.”
You frowned. “You have all day, Steve. Just eat first, okay?”
“Okay.”
He was holding something back, you could tell. Picking out your clothes for the day, you decided to question him about it. “What’re you thinking about?”
Your backs turned to each other, you started changing, just as you’d down countless times before. “I was thinking about going to the Air and Space Museum again. If you wanna come.”
“You know I do.”
It was quiet for a few more minutes, only the sound of rustling clothes and zippers filling the air. “I-I think I’m gonna go after. To see her, I mean.”
You froze, keeping your heart and your breathing steady so he wouldn’t pick up on anything. “It’ll be good for you. She…she always knows what to say.”
“So do you.”
You cleared your throat, finishing with the final touches of your outfit. “I actually forgot that I have some stuff to finish up at HQ today, so I dunno if I’ll be able to go-”
His hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around, eyes pleading and face fallen. “Please. Please come with me. Honey. I need you there. With me. Please.”
You inwardly cursed yourself for falling for those puppy eyes, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “Okay, bubs. I’ll come with you.” You might regret it later, but the relief that washed over his features was worth it for now. The power he had over you scared you, especially since you knew he didn’t realize the hold he had on you, but you couldn’t help it. It happened quickly, swiftly, and you were down before you recognized it. And you didn’t know how to deal with it other than taking it one day at a time.
“Let’s go get some breakfast, now. I can promise it’s at least decent.”
The beam he shot you made your heart flutter no matter how hard you tried keeping calm. “I’m sure it’s better than anything I could ever make.” He pulled you close, lips brushing over your forehead. “Thank you.”
“For what?” You sighed, leaning your head against his, eyes closing.
“Existing.”
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I had too many feelings after yesterday’s episode. So, here. Have an angsty snippet of angst.
Everything Is Fine
It’s not the loss of light that bothers him, or even the whole station living on top of each other for days on end. It’s the unending heat. Constantly sticky, constantly sweating, constantly too much. But he wants to set a good example for his newfound probie protégé, so he does what he does best. He wears a smile and keeps track of what he can control and shows the world that he’s fine.
Everything is fine.
Except that nothing is.
The blackout, the power outages, the zoo escapees, the sad food, the lack of his own cellphone — that he can handle. All things considered, they’re nothing really. Especially after last year. It’ll be over eventually. Those aren’t the things that keep gnawing at his insides and flooding him with worry and visions of a hospital ICU.
Every time he closes his eyes. Eddie is pale, intubated, unconscious, fighting for his life.
What if his heart is broken? What if the extreme hypovolemic shock and blood loss and trauma to his body weakened his heart? What if there’s residual damage? What if he had some kind of underlying condition that was aggravated when he nearly died four months ago? What if he suffers an attack or his heart starts failing and they can’t get him to a hospital this time?
There is no chance in any sort of hell that Buck will just drop it and move on.
He knows Eddie’s been carefully avoiding him the past few days. Not enough to be obvious. Not enough to make it seem like it’s anything out of the ordinary. To anyone else that is. He still smiles when they’re near each other and sits beside Buck when they eat like they always do.
He’s just not talking. About anything more than work.
And after something clearly happened when his girlfriend stopped by with salad and Christopher, Buck is done. He’s done. It’s not okay. He’s not ready to be a single parent. He’s not ready to watch Eddie crash and slip away from them. Everything around them is sweltering, suffocating, and he can’t bear to watch Eddie stop breathing.
So, no. He’s not going to give up. Ever.
He’s also not sure what to do with the revelation that Eddie is having panic attacks so intense and visceral that 1) he has to see a cardiologist and 2) are over the thought of his long term relationship becoming serious.
Eddie and Ana are supposed to be great. They’re supposed to be doing well together. Eddie is supposed to be happy. He has to be because if he’s not then all of this is so much worse than Buck ever could have imagined.
He’d been working on his relationship with his parents. He’d upgraded himself, turned a page, started a new phase. He’d been thinking about the future he wanted.
Dr. Copeland told him to make a list — they could be goals, they could be dreams, it didn’t matter how far-fetched or ridiculous they seemed. She told him it was good to figure out what he wants his life to be and what he wants out of it. It would help him take steps toward those things.
He knew it wasn’t possible. He knew it was a future he could never have. But it was a dream that existed, okay?
When he looks at the smile on Christopher’s face, when he thinks of the way Christopher turns to him for help, when he feels the way Christopher hugs him and melts because he’s safe and loved and happy when Buck holds him.
When he thinks of his own safe person, of reassurance, of compatibility, of comfort, of happiness, there’s no one he can picture but Eddie.
He can’t imagine a future without them. He doesn’t want a life without them.
But he can only have so much. He knows that. It’s fine. Everything is. He just filled his nights off with an endless string of first dates that went nowhere instead of playing video games and watching movies and cooking dinner with his favorite people.
He didn’t think about being replaced. He’s not a Diaz and never will be. He wouldn’t be missed. He had plenty of things to do on his own. If a lot of them turned out to be listening to Albert talk about the people he’d met while out clubbing and the ones he’d kissed or wanted to kiss, it was Buck’s fault for asking what he was up to.
His loft was so quiet without roommates. Too quiet. When Albert was gone. When everyone was gone.
But it was supposed to be worth it. Because Eddie was supposed to be happy.
How the fuck can he stay with someone, knowing she is probably in love with him by now, when he knows he’s not in love with her? When he knows the thought of being with her and having a future together is something that literally, physically hurts him?
How can it be enough? How can he live through giving up time with Chris? Time with Eddie? If this is what he gave that up for?
He stepped back. He made room because Eddie wanted someone and should have someone, and Buck knows there’s nothing on the future list for the two of them as anything more than what they already are.
And that’s fine. He can live with that, too. As long as they still have each other in some way, as long as Eddie is alive, as long as Christopher is still somewhat his, Buck can accept it.
But not like this. Not when Eddie is miserable and hurting himself and hurting someone who probably loves him. It’s not fair to any of them.
“I have been Ana,” he says before he can ever rein in depth and layers of unrequited love. Maybe it’s not fair, but neither is holding on while you have one foot out the door or your whole entire self on another continent.
Abby let him love her. She knew Buck loved her, wanted her, wanted to be with her. If she’d asked, he might have even followed her. But she didn’t ask and didn’t want him in return. Didn’t even tell him. In the end, he’d fallen in love with a ghost. A shadow. She confessed she wasn’t herself with him, and he wanted to say he didn’t know and couldn’t feel it. But he could.
He’s not sure anymore if he’s ever known what it’s like to be loved by someone in that way.
It hurts worse than the truth. The uncertainty, the knowing but having no confirmation, the suspicion and doubt. It breeds insecurity and jealousy and he already lacks in the department of self worth.
If Eddie asked, there’s no question, no limit to what he’d give.
But he won’t ask. He wants to stick it out and hurt every single one of them.
So, Buck leaves him to contemplate while he goes outside in the roasting sun. It’s too much. Too much heat and not enough relief. Too much always, always pulsing in his chest. The air smells and tastes even more toxic. Metallic, noxious pollution hovering within everything.
It’s not fine. He doesn’t know how Eddie can be okay with it.
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love in bubble wraps.
fandom | haikyuu!!
pairing | kuroo tetsurou x reader
genre | fluff
w.c | 1.9k
author's note | based on a real life experience... :)
Love, you think, comes in many forms. Sometimes love is a warm, home-cooked meal that is now cooked at least once a week because you told your mother you liked it. Other times, love is laughing and crying alongside the friends you’ve known since pre-school because everyone passed their highschool finals with flying colours. Throughout our lives, we gradually come to meet the different forms of love, because it comes in all shapes, colours, and sizes.
First, we learn that love is a roof that you can always turn to when a storm blows in. Then, we learn that love is knowing that there are people who will drop everything to help you when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Lastly, we learn to interlock our fingers with the one we wish to walk to the end of time with.
Then again, love varies from person to person— Just like how the goddess of love, Aphrodite, looks different to every soul that sets its sights on her; Beauty truly lies in the eye of the beholder. For some, love comes in the form of a warm body to cuddle next to on a rainy day. For others, love comes in the form of a jewelled ring. For you, love comes in the form of a 6’2 man who still doesn’t know how to tame his bedhead.
Tetsurou is often too busy for his own good, always running around here and there to secure contracts, ensuring that Japan can make a name for itself during the Olympics. He books train tickets to opposite ends of Japan at least once a month, leaving before the sun rises and returning after it sets. The sun never dictates his work day, because while his coworkers work from nine to five, Tetsurou works until he finishes his tasks.
Okay, so your husband is a bit of a workaholic. And maybe not just a bit.
“L/N-san,” Your colleague asks one day out of sheer curiosity. A group of women are gathered around the snack station, sipping on cheap, machine-produced instant coffee as they gossip about their marital lives instead of working. “Now that I think about it… I’ve never met your husband, have I?”
“Ah,” You sweat-drop nervously at this. Wonderful— Your parents are already pressuring you about how Kuroo rarely visits with you— And now your coworkers, too? “He’s quite busy. He works very hard to make sure that we’ll be well-off in the future.” You respond, knowing that your reply is just a thinly-veiled way of saying ‘He’s rarely home,’.
“Oh, that’s awful,” Wherever you go, there’s always a middle-aged lady who has nothing better to do than to prey on the weak spots of your life, “It must feel lonely. You must feel so sad when you see my husband pick me up from work.” A smirk dances up her lips as she waits for you to walk into her trap, smiling as widely as a spider watching its incoming meal.
“Not really,” A practiced smile counters hers as you take a sip of your coffee. “I know Tetsurou loves me— There’s an unbreakable trust between us. He might not be home often, but I know that he’s working hard so that we can have a better tomorrow… And that’s sort of comforting, in a sense. Knowing that Tetsurou wishes for a future where we’re financially stable, where we can just spend a whole day doing nothing in each other’s presence…”
A chorus of ‘awws’ makes you blush. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the middle-aged coworker huff in failure. You mentally fist-pump the air at your victory.
“Anyway, I heard that you got engaged last weekend, Shiho-san,” Changing the topic quickly, you smile when the attention of all the ladies instantly redirects to the said woman, who blushes fiercely as they all coo at her ring. “Congratulations!”
“Oh my! He bought you such a beautiful ring… Ah, Shiho-san, you’re so lucky!”
“My husband also bought me a new bag last week,” The middle-aged woman chips in proudly, cocking her head towards her cubicle, where the leather handbag sits atop a tower of documents. “It’s very expensive.”
“That’s nice of him! It’s been forever since my husband bought me something.” Sighs another lady. Most of the group hums in agreement, sharing sympathetic looks with those that share the same fate.
“At the beginning, when we were still dating, Hayato used to buy me so many things, now…” The coworker that brings homemade cookies every New Years’ party says, looking dejected. “It’s like once we’re married, they don’t have to worry about making us happy anymore…”
“Ah, what about you, L/N-san? Does your husband buy you things often?”
You groan internally when the attention shifts to you once more. Honestly, you’re just there to listen and enjoy your coffee— Must you keep getting dragged into the conversation? “Well, personally I don’t really need my husband to buy me things to keep me happy, but… He does bring back trinkets whenever he travels.” You think about it for a while, then brighten when you remember the latest thing Tetsurou brought back for you.
“What is it?” Your change in expression isn’t missed by your coworkers, who preen with curiosity, excited to know what made you brighten up.
“Ah, it’s nothing… I promise, you’ll be disappointed if I tell you.” You chuckle.
“Come on!” “Be a good sport, L/N-san!” “We’re curious now, you can’t not tell us!”
“Oh, fine.” You sigh, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
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[ Three days ago, Saturday ]
You were on the couch, binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy with the Netflix subscription Tetsurou got for you to occupy yourself with while he was out of town. Your cat, Kazume (nicknamed after your husband’s best friend) lazed on your lap, yawning once in a while and swatting at the stray threads from your sweater.
Somewhere in between your fifteenth and seventeenth episode, the front door chirped with the sound of someone inserting a key into the lock. You perked up at the noise, Kazume yelping in protest as he almost slipped off.
“Oh, sorry Kazu.” You said quickly, a smile widening your lips as the front door opened.
“I’m ho—” Before your husband could finish his sentence, you were already at his side. Kazume meowed loudly from the couch, complaining about you abandoning him for another man. Tetsurou’s eyes softened, the edges of his hazel irises worn down by exhaustion. You took his laptop bag from him, as well as the folders he has in hand, balancing them like how you would balance your three grocery bags when Tetsurou wasn’t around to help. “I missed you too, but are you sure you can carry all of my files with one hand?”
“Yes!” You replied confidently, showcasing your balance as you wobbled through the living room with all of your husband’s stuff. Tetsurou’s laugh echoed through the apartment as he followed you, his reflexes coming into play as he dived for a falling file. “Oops.” You giggled, helping him up after he practically hurled himself at the floor.
Tetsurou shook his head, sighing fondly while he hugged you from the back, taking comfort in the familiar smell of your hair shampoo. “I missed you.” He mumbled.
“Me too.” You hummed, reaching back to stroke your hands through his still-untamed bedhead.
“Oh, before I forget,” Tetsurou leapt up suddenly, chucking his backpack onto the ground. “I brought back something for you!”
“I already have like, twenty-five keychains from Hyogo,” You reminded him, “Please tell me it’s not a…” Your voice trailed off when Tetsurou proudly whipped his gift from his backpack, hazel eyes shining for your reaction.
“... So?” Tetsurou grinned widely, like a five-year-old child holding up his drawing for his mother to critique.
“Oh my god, I love you.” You declared in your 80 sq ft kitchen, grabbing the gift from him. “I’ll clean up your stuff, go take a bath and we can have dinner while watching the…'' You pursed your lips as you try to recall the information that kept evading you like an annoying fly. “... 15th? 16th episode of Grey’s.”
“You started that without me? I said I wanted to watch that.” Tetsurou pouted petulantly like a child.
“I finished all the other stuff I wanted to watch,” You told him unapologetically. “And Kazume wanted to watch it too. Now hurry and take a bath or I’m starting without you.”
Twenty minutes later, you were cuddled up to your husband, who did not bother to comb his hair (“It’ll just be messy later anyway,” His reasoning was). Every few seconds, he would scoop some cold mash potato out of the giant bowl (The two of you were too impatient to heat it with the microwave) and feed you. All throughout the episode, there was the constant pop-pop-pop of you working your way through the giant piece of bubble wrap Tetsurou had brought home for you.
“You know, I was thinking,” You hummed as Tetsurou pressed ‘Next Episode’. “If It were any other woman, they might have slapped you for bringing just bubble wrap home after a whole week away.”
“Well, then I’m lucky that you aren’t ‘any other woman’, am I?” Your husband smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips before picking up the mash potato bowl again. “Are we just going to have mashed potatoes for dinner?”
“I bought spicy instant noodles yesterday, we can have that later if you want.”
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[ Present, Tuesday ]
“That’s actually so sweet of him!” Your colleague coos as you finish your story. “Wish I had a husband like that…'' Even the middle-aged lady begrudgingly nods in agreement. For a moment, you feel a surge of pride— It was your husband they were talking about— Your sweet, hardworking, dork of a 6’2 bedhead.
“You wouldn’t be able to survive.” Another lady snorts. “That guy is away for weeks at a time.”
You hum. “Well, at least he calls back every night, regardless of how tired he is.” In the corner of your mind, you remember that he makes sure to call his grandmother every weekend, and that he sends his parents (and grandparents) money every month, that he visits your parents the first Sunday after he’s back from his trips— Not to mention that he always brings a gift of wellness products (The most recent one was a box of abalone).
The group of women swoon once more.
“Well, I guess we should get back to work,” You dispose of your paper cup in the trash, brushing your hands off. “See you ladies later.”
The moment you’re back at your desk, you take out your phone to text your husband, who is, no doubt, going to be very, very confused.
[ y/n ] 2.37pm
— we have a problem
[ tetsu <3 ] 2.39pm
— what’s wrong???
[ y/n ] 2.38pm
— i may have accidentally caused 20 women in my office to fall in love with you
[ tetsu <3 ] 2.38pm
— what ???
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distance - s.r. x gn!reader
Summary: idiots in love realize the truth after a bad date and some snooping through personal journals.
a/n: it's been a hot minute since I created any Spencer content so here you go! Thanks to all of you for your support on my first Aaron smut!!! Please leave any feedback or requests in my inbox I just love interacting with you guys<3
CW: jealous, unwanted sexual advances (just comments and words, a little bit of groping) idiots in love, snooping through journals, adorable fluff
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author: author
words: 1589
happy reading!
The date was a complete bust. While they had really tried to enjoy it, it wasn’t like Y/N could ignore their rude tone, entitled attitude, and blatant disrespect for their boundaries. The guy had already tried to grope them three different times before they even got to the restaurant.
As their date progresses, John’s, or was it Jim, advances got more aggressive, making it clear to them that he only wanted one thing.
“Why don’t we just pay now and head back to my place?” His smirk curled unsettling across his face.
Y/N cleared their throat, fingers curling around the ends of their shirt in brace of the conversation. “I’m not sure I feel comfortable with that.”
His brows furrowed, smirk quickly dropping. “Not comfortable? Ugh, I know you’d be uptight.”
“Excuse me?”
“I agreed to go on this boring ass date, the least I can get is laid. But now you’re a fucking prude, after all this. I’m leaving.” He threw his napkin on the table before pushing his chair back loudly and brushing past the table.
For a minute, Y/N sat there shocked, staring blankly at the now empty seat across from them. They looked around, making sure that their date’s little explosion hadn’t drawn the attention of the neighboring tables. A shaky sigh left their mouth, pulling cash from their wallet and leaving well enough for both meals.
Spencer wouldn’t do this, they thought. Pain coursed through them, knowing he was the reason they agreed to this date in the first place. Spencer would be kind.
They reached for their phone, turning their car on and pulling out to get as far away from that place as possible.
“Hello?” His voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.
“Spence,” their voice was soft and saddened. “Can I come over? Please?”
“I thought you were on a date.” He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but wasn’t sure how well he was doing it.”
Their voice was heavy, trembling with tears caught in their throat. “He just wanted to get laid, Spence. Stormed out when I said no.”
Spencer Reid swore that he had never felt more anger than he had then. “He did what?”
“Can I just come over, please? I- I don’t wanna be alone.”
“Of course, Y/N/N,” he sighed, heart rate increasing with a new kind of panic. “Do you need me to come get you?”
“No, I’ve got my car, I’ll be there soon.” They sighed, indignant of the evening behind them. “Thank you, Spence.”
“Of course.”
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When his best friend (and secret love interest) had arrived at his door with remnants of tears tracking down their cheeks, Spencer immediately felt guilty for even being angry at them for going on a date.
They pushed forward, wrapping their arms around his waist and burying their head in his chest. He squeezed them, rubbing small circles on their back between their shoulder blades. His heart clenched as he felt their lungs stutter with tears. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
He pulled them into his apartment, thumbs brushing excess tears off their cheeks before setting them on his couch. He darted off to the kitchen, pouring a cup of their tea he keeps handy before settling next to them on the worn letter.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He threw his arm over the back of the seat.
“He called me a ‘fucking prude.’” They sniffled into their mug. “Said I was a boring date.”
Spencer’s hand clenched at his side in anger. “You don’t deserve that.”
They shook their head, settling the warm mug down on the coffee table. “Maybe he’s right, Spence.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean every relationship I’ve been in just ends with me getting left behind because they’ve grown tired of me.”
“Y/N,” he took their hands in his, something he was only comfortable doing with a few people. “Those people didn’t understand how amazing you were, and couldn’t see what they were leaving behind.”
A weak smile was sent in his direction. “Come on, let’s distract you.”
The opening credits to Doctor Who were an oddly comforting sound as Y/N sunk further into Spencer’s couch and his side. Heart racing, as it always did when they cuddled (platonically), his arms tightened around them and prayed his heart wouldn’t pound enough to disturb them.
An episode, or two passed, he wasn’t really paying attention to the screen. Their breath had settled into a steady rhythm, both of their bodies shifting to lay on the couch. The soft pressure of the air leaving their mouth tickled the thin cloth of his t-shirt, lulling him into his own sleep.
The sunlight trickled through his curtains, awakening him to the presence that still laid on his chest. He shifted carefully, releasing them from his hold. He sighed peacefully, watching their undisturbed form continue to rest.
He shuffled quietly around the apartment, resuming his own morning routine as quietly as he could. He pulled his notebook out of his work bag, writing down his thoughts to un-jumble his mind as he sat at his kitchen counter. He left a sticky note on Y/N’s phone, letting them know he went to grab food before retreating quietly out of the apartment.
When Y/N woke up, they noticed their best friend’s absence immediately, frowning at the possibility they had made him uncomfortable. Their spine elongated as they stretched from the rough support of the couch, taking account of their surroundings and the note that was left for them.
They were used to spending nights at Spencer’s honestly. Too many late nights talking, too many sleepovers. They found their way to the shower, washing off last night’s emotions with an unexpected ease. However, they grabbed a t-shirt from Spencer’s closet, too tired to put on the fancy clothes they had on yesterday.
Y/N had yet to be by themself in Spencer’s apartment, always spending time with him whenever they were there. Yet now, they could properly look at his decor without fear that he would think there was judgement. The books that littered the apartment were the perfect amount of clutter, much like how Spencer’s mind usually seemed to be. Eventually, inevitably, their eyes found the journal.
They didn’t mean to snoop, not really. But having your name written on a journal would draw anyone’s curiosity. Y/N’s heart pounded as they read the words over and over again.
I don’t understand how anyone could treat Y/N the way that dick did last night. Why doesn’t anyone see their beauty like me? I want them to be happy, even if it’s not with me.
They missed the sound of the apartment door unlocking. Or Spencer opening the door and crossing the threshold.
“Hey I got your favorite-” He paused, eyes widening at the open journal he left on the counter.
“What are you doing?” Spencer rushed out in a panic as he closed the door to his apartment, stumbling onto the sight that caused his stomach to drop, and his grip to loosen on the pastry bag.
“Were you ever gonna tell me?”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“That’s not the point, Spence.”
“Y/N-”
“Spencer Reid, I have sat here for years, so hopelessly in love with you and I had to find out from a fucking open journal that you feel the same? How is that fair?”
Spencer took a step back in shock, with his hands falling aimlessly to his sides. “You love me?”
“I mean even when you liked JJ I just sat there quietly because I knew that she was more important to you, but I wanted to scream every time I caught you look at her. And don’t even get me started on the whole Emily thing because I love JJ but I swear I’ve never wanted to slap her more for hurting you that way because of course I care about you Spence, how could have not known that-”
And while Spencer had been in love with them, and the way they talked with their hands when they rambled, he needed nothing more than to shut them up. He smiled as he pressed his lips against theirs, their mumbled words fading into sighs as their kiss continued. His arms wrapped sweetly around their middle, enjoying the familiarity of his shirt of their body and pulling their body further into his. He pulled back when they couldn’t breathe, and rested his head against theirs. “I love you, too, by the way.”
“How could you not tell me?” They smiled, happy to be breathing the same air as him. He chuckled, squeezing them affectionately.
“How could you not tell me? Y/N I just picked you up from a date.”
“Well, it was only an attempt to move on.” They laughed softly, combing their fingers through his curly mop. “How long, Spence?”
“Hmm?” His eyes had drifted closed, too peaceful to move.
“How long have we been loving each other from a distance, Spencer? How long have we both been pining over something we could have had this whole time?”
“I’ve been in love with you since you walked through the door.”
They giggled, looking into Spencer’s eyes. “Who knew you were such a sap. I expect you to let me read everything about me in that journal.”
He laughed, squeezing them tightening against his chest and pecking the side of their forehead. “You wish.”
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