#I thought the small bit of backstory would be a nice touch

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 27 <3

Ushijima x dirtytalk

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 2,3 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Here, Wakatoshi-kun! Look at this!"

A phone gets shoved into his face, the brightness level way too high for comfort, but he squints to take a look at the screen. A small grunt leaves his lips at the lack of greeting from his red-haired friend, but he chooses to focus on the screen instead.

It's an Instagram post with a picture of him, one taken during the Olympics. He looks at the picture, confused, but then Tendou starts scrolling through the comments

"I'd combust if he called me 'baby' with that deep voice."

"Do you think he's vocal in bed?" Reply: "He doesn't talk much in interviews, so I doubt it." Reply: "What a waste. His voice is so hot."

"LOOK AT HIS ABS *drools*"

"The world is going crazy ever since you said 'baby' in that one interview!" Tendou wildly gestures with his phone still in his hand, his grin almost smug when he elbows Ushijima. A frown appears on the spiker's face as he tries to recall the interview. It was one that he wasn't too fond of, due to the number of personal questions that had been asked. Way too personal questions for his liking.

"Ushijima-san, do you have any plans to start a family soon? When can we expect a baby, a little Ushijima junior?" "Baby?" he had echoed, clearly taken aback by this question, something that the interviewer probably failed to notice, but to the people close to him, it was fairly obvious. The silence after this question lead to speculation on the internet about his relationship status, something that he has kept private so far.

"It wasn't in a sexual way." Ushijima states after skimming through more comments, raising his eyebrows when the messages get more explicit and vulgar. "I was surprised when he asked the question."

"Doesn't matter! The world is going feral now, everybody wants to be Wakatoshi's baby! And even I have to admit that I got butterflies when I heard you say that. Y/n is really lucky~" Tendou hums, mischief clear in his eyes, but Ushijima fails to follow his train of thoughts with this.

"Why is she lucky?"

"Because she gets you to say sweet and dirty things to her all day long. You can't fool me, Wakatoshi-kun; I'm not only your best but also your oldest friend." Tendou winks and strolls ahead, oblivious to the way Wakatoshi is left standing there with a frown on his face, still.

xxxxx

"Y/n?"

You rub your arms dry with a fluffy towel when his voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Hmm?" you hum, smiling excitedly because he is finally back home. "I'll be out in a second."

"Yes, please. We need to talk." You hear him lean against the door frame, clearly waiting for you to come out.

You freeze at his words, eyes growing wide when realization settles in and you fully comprehend his words. "Talk? Talk about what?" you know that you sound shrill and loud, but you can't help yourself but to feel nervous at his serious tone- even more serious than normally.

"About us." Your jaw drops, and you quickly reach for your bathrobe, hastily unfolding the fabric to its full length.

"What do you mean about us? Is there a problem with us?" You finally manage to pull your arms through the fabric, quickly wrapping the fabric along your body before you open the door. You're met with Ushijima's broad chest as he quickly straightens to his full posture. His olive eyes roam over your body, lingering for a short moment on your exposed cleavage before they return back to your face. He looks nervous, there is no other way to put it. "I'm not sure. I think there could might be a problem."

"And what would that be?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes boring into his face as if you could find answers for his unusual behavior there. You've never seen him like this before. His usual warm eyes are clouded with worry, his hands fidgeting with his phone in his hands. "Toshi? What is it? Please, talk to me." You're tempted to take the phone out of his hands, but you refrain from touching him, not when you don't know what's going on.

"Are you happy with our sex life?" His eyes don't leave your face, not for even the slightest second to see your reaction, and your jaw drops at the sudden question- you expected a lot, but definitely not this.

"I'm- I mean, yes I am? Shouldn't I be? Are you unhappy?" You take a slight step back, creating distance between the two of you, baffled by the sudden implication that he thinks that you're not satisfied. Or that he might not be. Sex with Wakatoshi is great- hard, rough, and passionate. He knows how to fuck you, that is for sure, but he also knows how to be gentle and sweet, how to take care of you and spoil you, especially during aftercare. You lack nothing in your sex life with him- and you hope that he feels the same.

"I am happy. Very. I enjoy sex with you very much much," he states firmly, but that only confuses you more.

"Why are you asking me then? What made you think that I could be unhappy?" You move closer to him, worry etched in your features when you finally take his phone and put it aside to grab his hands.

"Do you want me to talk more? To be more vocal? I saw a video and people kept on commenting how they want me to call them 'baby' and some more things. Would you like that too?" The way he asks nonchalantly like he was just talking about dinner made this even more embarrassing somehow.

"For you to call me 'baby' during sex?"

"Hmm." He nods and looks expectantly at you, his hands squeezing yours while his gaze seems somewhat calmer now that he is convinced that you're satisfied.

"You... you can call me whatever you want. I'm fine with it." You try to sound unbothered and calm, but the slightly shaking note shows how the thought of him calling you "baby" or "his pretty girl" while he thrusts into you does something to you. He nods, hesitating for a second, but then his hands suddenly drop yours to pull you in by the waist, his other hand coming to your chin while he leans down until his lips are close to your ear.

"My baby. Or would you rather be my babygirl?" His honey-like voice almost puts a spell on you, and you find yourself shivering in his arms, thighs involuntarily clenching together. "S-sounds good, Toshi." You bring your hands up to his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt and his slow and steady heartbeat.

"And what would my babygirl like me to do? Does my babygirl want to be touched?" He lowly mumbles against the shell of your ear, your heart now beating faster when his hands start to roam over your body. "Yes," you breathlessly answer, hands slightly clenching into the fabric of his shirt. Definitely not what you had expected as the outcome of the conversation, but vocal Wakatoshi makes your pussy throb with every single word.

"My babygirl needs me to touch her, huh? I will take care of that pretty little princess cunt." He kisses your cheek, and your legs feel like jelly at this point. You cling to him, hanging on every single one of his words. You feel your arousal growing, feel how you start to get wet the more his hands keep touching you.

"More," you whisper, feeling hot and bothered while he keeps on touching you and pressing kisses to your neck. "More? Is my babygirl needy? That pretty princess cunny needs me to touch her?" He lifts the bathrobe just enough to place one hand on your thigh, and you feel like your body is on fire when he touches you there.

"Yes," you gasp, your hands now finding purchase on his shoulders while you cling onto him like your life depends on it. "What does that little princess cunny want? My fingers?" He grazes his fingertips along your thigh, moving dangerously close to your pussy under the bathrobe- bare, and basically creaming for him the longer he keeps playing with your body.

"Or my tongue?" he licks along the column of your neck, and you gasp at his words, the sensation hot and forbidden god. "I want to taste you, baby. You always taste so sweet. Do you want my tongue between your legs? Licking at your pretty pussy?" His fingers reach your throbbing pussy, slightly parting your folds and dipping in your wetness.

"Do it, do it, Toshi, please," you press your legs together around his hand, effectively caging him right where you need it. "Hmm, but you have to cum on my fingers first." He pecks your cheek and pulls his hand away from your legs, just to place it on your hips to guide you towards the bed. "Lay down for me, baby. Open that bathrobe for me."

His baritone echoes through the room, and you feel yourself doing everything like you're in a haze, full of need for him. "Hmm, that's my good girl." He hums apporvingly when you discard the bathrobe on the floor. Your body is trembling in the cool air of the room, but Ushijima is quick to join you on the bed and to hover above you, radiating so much heat that you instantly feel warm.

"Baby, spread your legs for me. Show me everything." You take a deep breath and slowly part your legs, revealing your glistening folds to him. A shiver runs down his body, and he clears his throat before he speaks again, his voice now lower when he is obviously bothered and turned on by the situation. "Look at how wet you are for me. All for me."

You frantically nod, anticipation rushing through your body while you wait for him to touch you. His fingers finally roam over your thighs, and your head falls back into the pillow at the way he touches you, the way he knows exactly where and how to touch you.

"So impatient. I can't wait to be inside of you, to feel you around me." Your gaze falls to the tent in his pants, the thought of him fucking you making your head spin and your pussy throb with need. His fingers move between your legs, moving along your folds and pressing against your clit. You moan at the sensation, your hands fisting the sheets when his thumb prods on your entrance.

"You look so pretty like this. Just waiting for me to touch you, to fuck you. And you feel so good around my fingers." He pushes his thumb inside of you, and you almost close your legs around him. "I will make you feel so good. I will make you cum on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock." You clench around the digit at his words, your eyes focused on his handsome face while he keeps on rubbing your clit. "More, please more," you whine your body shaking underneath his. "Shhh, I'll give you more. I'll give you what you need, baby." His eyes roam down your body and you almost protest when he pulls his thumb out, just to quickly replace it with three of his fingers. "Oh, Toshi," you whine, your hips arching into him, and you start to fuck yourself on his fingers. He keeps the fast rhythm, pulling his fingers out, and pushing them back inside, curling them pulling them out again. "You feel so good. You're is creaming for me, look at that." His words only add fuel to your desire, and you grab his shoulders to push him down to you to connect your lips in a needy kiss. He groans into your mouth, his movements slowing down for a few moments before he sets his rhythm again, a fast and punishing pace now.

Your nails rake along his bare shoulders, leaving red marks, and he groans at the sensation. "Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you clench around me. Cream on my fingers, make a mess for me," his voice sends you over the edge, and you moan his name when you cum, your walls pulsing and clenching softly around his fingers. He groans your name, sweet praises of how you're his good girl, how pretty you look under him, how much he loves you, leave his lips and your body arches from the bed into his while your face contorts in pure bliss.

He prolongs your high, making sure to keep his pace and to curl his fingers just the right way, and your body goes limp when he finally slows down. His lips meet yours, pressing chaste and loving kisses to your face. "Was that okay?" The slight frown on his face is back, a clear sign of him being deep in thoughts when he pulls back after a few more kisses.

"More than okay. I think I could cum from your voice alone." You smile up at him and cup his cheek, the afterglow making you feel so good while you lay under him.

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity now sparkling in his eyes at your words, and you are quick to explain further. "I- I didn't mean that literally. Like- I just wanted to say that your voice is hot. And you are hot." Your cheeks heat up when he simply nods and hums, a mild smile on his lips.

"I want to test that out. Let's see if I can make you cum with my voice alone, baby."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #ushijima #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #this got longer than I thought it would #I thought the small bit of backstory would be a nice touch #I hope you enjoy this! #just two more days #T.T #I'll probably post Suna's part on friday #and the finale on Sunday #just to let you know! <3 #I just realized how much I'm missing Tendou T.T #I'll probably write something for him soon! <3 #BTW! I am pretty convinced that Ushijima looked up some phrases online beforehand #and he will use baby for an eternity now #But he'll eventually come along and start to use a variety of names and dirty things to say

[thewildsophia]

OK KO, Let's be Heroes!//KO x Older Sibling!Reader

A/N: I can't believe this hasn't been written before omg. I had the thought of an older sibling reader to KO rolling around in my head while watching the series and was shocked to find no fanfics with the premise. So I did it myself.

NOTE: The Reader's powers are basically Portgas D. Ace's from One Piece. If you aren't familiar, I've attached a few gifs to give you an idea of what it's like.

Word Count: 2026

"Read More Link" placed due to length.

So I can’t think of a realistic way for Reader to be a biological older sibling to KO considering the timeline of what happened.

Soooooooo…You took on the role of KO’s older sibling, even though you’re not related by blood.

[Insert tragic backstory here] and Carol had found you when you were a young teenager wandering about without a home to go to. When she found that out about you, she couldn’t in good conscience leave you alone, so she…adopted you basically. There wasn’t any paperwork involved so you just unofficially become her second child.

Carol was SHOOK when she found out about your superpower (and that’s putting it lightly, she was freaking out--).

It happened when she failed to light the fire underneath her stove a few days after you came to live with her and KO. Not thinking much about it, you held your finger up and lit the fire yourself. When she turned and saw the small fire burning on the tip of your finger she freaked tf out thinking you were hurt. 

A one-hour explanation later, she was now on board as to what power you have: You’re made out of fire and can set other things on fire just by looking at them. You even showed her some of your moves the next day faaaaar away from anything flammable. 

Carol encouraged you to become a hero and with her help you eventually did. You became a decently high-ranking hero at a young age, clocking in at level 6. 

There were a LOT of companies trying and failing to recruit you, but you chose to stay home with Carol and KO (no Carol is NOT crying-).

KO was quite young when you were “adopted,” being around 3 or 4 at the time. Because of that, he always assumed that you were his older sibling by blood and it wasn’t until one day between ages 6 to 11 that Carol told him the truth.

My boy was shocked, but it didn’t change anything between your dynamic. 

In fact, you became even more of an inspiration to him on his path to becoming a hero!

You helped Carol a lot at the fitness dojo until Carol got KO a job at Gar’s, to which Carol also had you hired to keep an eye on KO. Not that she didn’t trust him, she just knew that he could get in over his head sometimes and wanted to have someone be there to protect him. 

Talking about Gar’s, Rad and Enid absolutely ADORE you. You’re the unofficial manager appointed by them truly because you are a few levels higher than them. 

At first, when they heard they were getting two new coworkers, they didn’t think much of it. You and KO seemed nice enough so they didn’t mind having you around. 

It’s not until the Darell robot for the day comes busting into the plaza that their opinion changes. 

Just ask KO is about to get absolutely decked by Darell, you zoomed onto the scene in a blaze of fire and punched the bot, setting it on fire while also hitting it with enough force to send it back to Boxmore with KO nestled into your other arm. 

“Nobody ever touched my little brother.” You muttered under your breath while wrapping KO into your arms further to soothe him. You walk past a stunned Rad and Enid as you enter the store and get back to work.

That day, Rad and Enid also became your younger siblings. Pestering you with questions like “How did you get so strong?” and “Where did you get that power from?” Considering you’re a year or two older and much stronger you embraced the title with honor.

You actually became a little bit of a local celebrity after working at Gar’s for a while. People, locals really, would occasionally come in a ask to take a picture with you. Abashed, you said yes every time because you really couldn’t say no. Real Magic Skeleton even has a picture of you on his site with a small bio (You blushed so hard when you found out you thought you were gonna explode).

Speaking of which, KO LOVES to flaunt you around and hype you up, much to your embarrassment. He says stuff like, “Look at my cool amazingly strong older sibling!” and “My older sibling could beat up your older sibling!” 

KO means well, but he embarrasses the shit out of you.

MAD PROTECTIVE. If Carol is protective then you are on another level entirely. If someone even says something mean about KO it’s on sight. People learned very quickly that you are KO’s older sibling and that you will not hesitate to DIE to protect him (KO prays that it never comes to that).

I could see a rude customer coming in and harassing KO about Cob knows what and you just come up behind them and punch them out of the store. When Mr. Gar confronted you about it, you held your ground and stated proudly what you had done. He was honestly surprised at your resolve and didn’t punish you at all, saying “You should stick up for yourself and the ones you love.”

Lord Boxman even became a little weary about attacking the plaza knowing that you worked there and you are a pretty strong defender. That doesn’t stop him, of course, but he does strategize to combat you better.

Professor Venomous encourages Boxman to capture you and “convert” you to villainy since your power is something that could be very useful to them. You’ve heard people throughout your life make comments about how “villainous” your power is, but you never let it get to your head since you know who you are and that’s all that matters. 

Taking. Naps. Together. Seriously, if KO ever doses off during one of his shifts, you’re quick to follow him. You’ll scoop him up into your arms and sit down somewhere in the corner and fall asleep with him. Rad and Enid think it’s absolutely adorable and have several pictures of you two.

Rad and Enid will even join your cuddle pile in the break room when time permits (or when they make the time themselves).

KO will even occasionally crawl into your bed at home and sleep with you there. He says that your bed is more comfortable than his, but you really know he gets lonely sometimes.

Piggyback rides! KO loves to lounge on your shoulders and back and will often hang off of you as he does with Rad. 

You’re also just used to the feeling of holding/carrying KO that it sometimes feels weird when you haven’t for a while.

When you met TKO for the first time you kinda panicked like many of the other plaza members. It was an especially stressful time in your life (and probably much more for Carol).

TKO wasn’t that fond of you either which made everything 10x harder to deal with. He didn’t actively dislike you, it was more like he wanted nothing to do with you.

Once KO came out of that initial swap between himself and TKO, you didn’t really think much about it. 

When he mentioned some “Shadowy Figure” though you immediately began to do as much research as you could on the guy, you were determined to beat the crap out of this guy (if not kill him-).

Listening to KO cry into your and Carol’s arms blabbering about, “I’m so sorry!” and “I don’t know what he did to me!” You honestly thought this man had touched KO (I know I’m not the only one…right??). It took a lot of coaxing, but you eventually managed to understand what happened when KO told you the full story.

It’s not until Dendy begins to monitor KO and TKO that you start to give his alter much thought. You encourage KO to pursue research into his darker ego, assuming he’s okay with it of course, and offer to be someone he can talk to about it if he isn’t comfortable talking to anyone else about it. 

During some of these talks, you open up about yourself a bit to KO to make him feel better and let him know that the negative emotions he feels are normal. 

During some of the more intimate conversations, you tell him how you used to hurt people and even kill at times before Carol took you in.

KO doesn’t believe you at first. How could someone so kind and loving have killed in their life? You use that to help you explain that good people do bad things sometimes, but that doesn’t make them a bad person. 

You teach him that TKO isn’t something that he should be ashamed of and cage up in the back of his mind, but could instead be someone to rely on in times of need.

He feels a lot better after you tell him all of this.

Hugging and holding KO close to you during nights when he feels really bad about himself. Where he doubts his ability to become a good hero and to be able to harness TKO’s powers. 

You’d rock him back in forth in his bed while quietly soothing him over his crying. He asked you not to tell Mommy and you promised him that he had your word.

I could honestly see Reader lying to cover up KO’s tracks. Like KO is caught doing something he absolutely should not be doing and instead of immediately admitting fault, you would come up with some realistic yet unfeasible lie that only works about 50% of the time.

KO loves to spar with you! He learned most of his physical skills from you, stuff like punching, jumping, kicking, and all that fun stuff. You’ve never used your fire powers against him though.

There was one incident where Boxmore accidentally found out what your weakness is, that being water. A Shannon bot had thrown you into the little kiddie pool Rad and Enid had set up before the attack started.

When you jumped out of the pool soaking wet and unable to start a fire, the stupid sibling trio laughed and mocked you. Enid was quick to come in with a kick to Raymond’s head and you soon found your footing.

Boxmore learned that day not to underestimate you as even without your powers you’re still a physically strong hero.

However, it would seem that Boxman and Professor Venomous stored that data about you since some of the bots they send are equipped with water guns. You’ve gotten pretty good at dodging them, so that’s kinda cool.

You do remember one time after KO had gotten a handle over TKO where you had been drenched with a bucket of water and right as you were about to get socked by Raymond, KO had pushed you out of the way and dodged the punch himself.

You had never been more proud of KO than in that moment and you made that known to him after the fight. You ran up to him and cradled him in your arms talking about how proud you were and that he was becoming such a fine hero (that last one got him to blush a little).

Rad and Enid definitely took a picture of this and then proceeded to print out a copy and put it in the break room.

When you and KO found out that your mom was dating Mr. Gar, you both were a little unsure about how you felt. When Rad and Enid asked about it, they asked the two of you together and then asked you separately. 

Seeing as you’re the older sibling they thought that you would have had a better idea of how you feel about the whole arrangement and were bummed out when they realized that you really didn’t know how you felt. 

After the date you four hosted for Carol and Mr. Gar, both you and KO see how happy Mr. Gar makes your mom and decide that if she’s happy then you’re happy as well.

KO is honestly one of the best younger brothers you could ever ask for. He’s kind and selfless and wants to help others when he can. And in return, you are the best older sibling that KO could ever ask for.

Sorry the format looks off in some places, Tumblr just makes booty juice decisions like limiting the character limit per block to 4096 words...

#ok ko #ok ko let's be heroes #ok ko x reader #ok ko let's be heroes x reader #KO x reader #Enid x reader #Rad x reader #Radicles x reader #carol x reader #sibling reader #thewildsophia writes

[foxy-eva]

Milestone Masterlist

I want to thank everyone who participated in my second Milestone Writing Challenge! I had so much fun reading all those stories and I'm more than happy to share them with everyone else.

Fics marked with * contain smut, so minors DNI!

Spencer Reid x Reader

The Mother Wound by @imagining-in-the-margins

Prompt: Nobody said healing would be easy but they had no idea it would be this hard

Summary: Spencer and Reader bond over having emotionally absent mothers

The image of them as children making it through the dark is very touching. It's a beautifully written, bittersweet story with the ability to bring hope to those who need it.

Crazy Ex by @c-m-stuff

Prompt: Person A needs to find B before it’s too late

Summary: You and Spencer are together. When you found strange pictures of the two of you, you knew, this wasn't good

This story depicts the emotions of Spencer's girlfriend really well. I also love the team dynamics, everyone is trying to do their best despite being terrified of losing Spencer.

Rumoured Nights * by @fortheloveofwonderland

Prompt: Someone has to unexpectedly share a hotel room with their favorite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle

Summary: A case in a small town in Alaska forces you and your favourite coworker into sharing a room and a bed. And according to Morgan, Spencer likes to cuddle.

This fic has everything I want for a prompt like this - mutual pining, a bit of awkwardness, everyone knowing except for them and then finally them acting on their desires. I also love the team dynamics you added to the story!

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Dar+ling by @leahseclipse

What a cute story! I really like how comfortable they are with each other. Even though Emily usually is more hesitant to show her feelings, she clearly feels safe around Reader here

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while

Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

The Way You Felt by @andiebeaword

What a wonderful story! I really like the way you describe their relationship without trying to sugarcoat it. I have a similar view on Jemily - they just weren't meant to have a happy end.

Prompt: Even though their love seemed to never be enough, Person A and B can't let go of each other

Summary: While on a flight to help Spencer, exes J.J. and Emily ultimately come to terms with their buried feelings

Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner

Dance With Me by @pandorasdreamings

I really appreciate it when Emily's complex backstory is mentioned in fics. She is such an interesting person to explore further, especially in the context of her relationships with other characters.

Prompt: Person A thinks they are not worth being taken care of. Person B proves the opposite

Summary: Emily is trying to move on and be happy, but her past keeps creeping up on her. Maybe the solution to her sadness has been in front of her the whole time

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

4 AM by @hotchs-bitch

I absolutely love the softness and delicacy of this story. We rarely see Aaron's vulnerable side and you did a perfect job showing us just that in such a sweet way.

Prompt: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell

Summary: When Aaron's marriage crumbles and he finds himself alone, there's only one person he wants to turn to

Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner

Question of Timing * by @codename-mom

I always thought Hotch and Haley's relationship is very interesting but I never really considered what it would be like from her perspective. It's nice to get some variety!

Prompt: The couple decides to expand their family

Summary: Aaron finally agreed to make Haley a mother and she realised that the d-day is now. The issue is: how to convinced a husband afraid AF to be a father to do the last step? 

Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan

Drown in my Dreams by @masterwords

I was genuinely moved by your story and your writing style. The way you show how vulnerable both men are in a difficult situation like that is very touching.

Prompt: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can’t hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Summary: After dealing with Mr. Scratch, Derek just wants to put Hotch on his bike and get the hell out of town. So he does

Aaron Hotchner & Penelope Garcia

Nocturnal Wandering by @codename-mom

I like the way you described the dynamics between Hotch and Garcia. I always thought that their friendship was really special (and very underrated).

Prompt: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can’t hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Summary: Garcia was about to leave the sixth floor of Quantico, late at night, when she discovered that someone else was still there. Someone who was not into a good mood and clearly need some help. 

Please make sure to like and reblog these fics to show all those lovely writers some love!

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds smut #criminal minds angst #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic

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Chapitre 192 - A Touch of Memory

Aka Broody Family Photoshoot Time!

The giant tree roots they’re posing with mirror a couple of other times this imagery has come up, but it’s looked a bit different each time. Let's see...

There's this time in Chapitre 43, which is still stunning, as well as Chapitre 100. There's also the two [redacted] standing on branches in Chapitre 161, and the two Sakuras doing the same in 181. Very fun that it was always branches before though, but now we're getting down into the roots of it all!

And gnarled roots at that! Were the bare branches in some of the earlier covers implications of a dying future, and now we're closer to the start of all that? Do the dried out and harsh looking roots mirror the fact that the PAST is also damaged, as we're finding out? Time is dying all the way through? The landscape behind them looks equally barren and Acid Tokyo-like, which was already a dying future caused by apocalyptic events.

Or do the roots themselves resemble the different timelines and dimensions? How they’re not distinct and easy to tell apart anymore, but mixed and layered and complicated to follow?

But trees aside I'm loving the black birds, leaving us with black feathers drifting down the scene instead of the usual white. What a change! Such Sakura-less imagery! Is that because she’s completely gone, or because she wasn’t quite the Sakura we thought she was? Does anything different happen with the feathers that were never collected now that Sakura is gone - do they work differently, or do they just keep working the same? Inquiring minds in Acid Tokyo would like to know! 

Or are these feathers more about the non-Sakuras left behind, and the fragments of themselves they need to put together to make it to the end of this all? Maybe they're a parallel to the actual feathers that are shards of Sakura’s memory, except these ones are like the scattered pieces of Lava Lamp’s backstory that we were never privy to until now. 

Meanwhile their individual clothing styles are still on point. LOVE that Kurogane and Fai’s scarves so clearly match the same arcs, like two halves of the same matching set of lines. They’re looking off in different directions but they’re BOTH looking to the sides, leaving only Lava Lamp to stare directly ahead, while his scarf is torn in two different directions.

I think you could probably also get some mileage out of their respective birds and how they reflect their past characterisation - Kurogane’s looking stoically ahead, Fai’s almost looking like it’s screaming at him while he looks conflicted and pensive, and even though Lava Lamp is battle ready his bird is all the way off to the side, completely separated from everyone else

Also the characters have small shadows themselves, though not very pronounced - but there is also a sort of shadowy root off behind the rest of them, visibly black while the rest of aren’t. Is that the secret timeline behind everything else, that we’re slowly discovering? Or is that Evil Wolverine’s influence worming it’s way underneath the fabric that makes up everything else? 

I would also just… like to have Kurogane’s boots. 

That's not a metaphor. They’re just extremely nice. 

#His whole outfit is very goals #But then I suppose everything about Kurogane is very goals isnt it #Oh to just have pictures of Kurogane plastered across every wall #Welcome to my Kurogane Museum #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 192 #Kurogane #Fai #Lava Lamp Guy #And Tree Imagery #Oh I didn't really talk about the sunset implications #But those are also in there! #Everything is nearing the end! #The darkness is approaching! #We better find our best fashion and pose for a bit

[mxeve0]

Spiderman Noir X Fem Reader

Warnings: None :)

The Shadow of a Shadow

Part•2 (Part•1)

"Well..." Your heart was pounding. He was about to tell you that he thought you were weird and creepy and that he wanted nothing to do with you. "I don't mind."

Huh?

"I understand that you need someone to support you, and if that happens to be me then I'm really not bothered. You know I'm here for you." You felt the heat rush to your face and you knew you were turning about 7 shades redder. You nodded, your eyes focusing on your lap to avoid his gaze. "If you feel bored here, then you're always welcome to come back to my place with me. Your eyes widened and you looked back up at him.

He was offering you to stay with him. In his home. You couldn't decline that. Although part of you wanted to decline his offer in an effort to look less desperate, it was just what you had wanted. An excuse to spend even more time with him. And maybe a change of scenery would be good for you.

"You're sure?" You asked, watching him get up from the sofa. He nodded in response as he placed the scrap tech back on the table.

"Truthfully, I quite enjoy your company. So yes, I'm sure." He stepped out of the room. Your mind was blank. You could hear your heartbeat as if it were in your ears. Your mouth was dry. He liked being with you. You couldn't help the huge smile that spread across your face as you followed him out of the room.

He'd already opened a portal back to his universe, and was stood waiting for you. As you caught up to him, he walked through. You reached out and grabbed the back of his coat before following him through.

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When you opened your eyes after stepping out of the portal, it took you a second to get used to your new surroundings. After all, Noir's world was purely black and white, like an old TV. And yet, despite being so monochromatic, his world seemed so much more lively. You heard the bustle of people walking down the street echoing down the alleyway that the two of you were in, and the loud hum of engines going past. It wasn't superficial or fictitious like the world the HQ belonged to, and it certainly hadn't fallen to ruins like yours.

It was real.

You let go of his coat, fixing a stray strand of hair that had blown into your mouth. Your eyes widened as you watched Noir take off his mask. That's when you knew you were right earlier.

His eyes were grey in the monochromatic world and hidden behind round glasses, yet they seemed warmer and kinder than others (cough cough Miguel). He had dark hair that looked soft to the touch. The rest of his face was the same as any other Peter. Except his scar. It was long but relatively thin, starting from just under his right jaw and reaching his cheekbone. You knew it probably had a horrible backstory, but it seemed to make him just that tiny bit more attractive.

You noticed his eyebrow raise above the rim of his glasses, and flicked your head away, mortified that he had caught you staring. A smile tugged at his lips as you turned away, your cheeks starting to grow red.

"Come on, my place isn't far from here," he said as he reached the entrance of the alleyway. You did that not-really-a-speedwalk-but-also-not-a-run to catch up with him as he turned the corner.

The engines of old cars rumbled as they drove past, barely visible through the crowd. Considering it was the middle of the Great Depression, the people were still dressed nicely, in simple dresses and suites, accessorised with hats and jewellery. Though, you began to notice that heads were turning as you walked past and that groups of women were whispering and giggling amongst themselves.

"Uh, Peter?" You called, tugging on his sleeve.

"Hmm?" He turned around, looking at you over the top of his glasses.

"They're staring," you whispered, moving closer to him.

"Because you're wearin' an oversized T-shirt and tight shorts. Nobody wears those, especially women," he replied, leaning down to your ear. Your mouth formed a small 'o' of realisation. He smiled as you followed him through the black and white streets of his city.

Peter's house was past all the high rise buildings and apartments. It was a small, one-floored building, with a white picket fence and a few dying bushes in the front.

"Well you've got until....'97 before the flat screen ones come out so, bit of a wait," you said, smiling. He groaned and rested his head back on the sofa. He grabbed the remote with his web from under the TV and began to flick through the channels.

"So..."

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The two of you spoke for the rest of the afternoon with the TV on in the background. You got to learn quite a lot about him, such as the fact that he's afraid of horses. He also learned a bit about you as well, like the fact that you're a huge literature nerd and can recite all of Macbeth's soliloquy's from memory.

"Well dogs are cute but I just prefer cats really," you explained. He nodded, even though he'd been disagreeing with you about whether which is better for the past 5 minutes. The silence was quickly broken by a low rumble from your stomach, and that's when you realised that you hadn't eaten anything all day.

"Hungry?" Peter asked, smirking.

"Maybe a little," you smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you felt like you were having heart palpitations just from his smirk. He stood from the couch, grabbing the empty glass of water from your hand before he made he way to the kitchen.

"So, what do you like to eat?" He called from the kitchen as you stood up to go join him.

"Hmm, anything really," you answered, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Anything with pasta is always acceptable though." He pondered for a moment, looking around at his cupboards.

"I think I can do that, sit," he ordered, pointing to a small table at the other side of the kitchen. You did as he said, watching him dance around the kitchen making some sort of pasta dish.

When he had finished, he placed the plate down in front of you. The pasta was piled up, covered in some sort of carbonara sauce with spring onions sprinkled on top for decoration.

"Bon appetite," Peter smiled as he sat down opposite you.

"Do you always make it look so fancy?"

"Never, I mean it's usually just me, but am I not allowed to make it look fancy?", He asked , smirking.

"No you are, but does it taste good," you teased before putting a full fork into your mouth. It was... it was really good actually. Which was a surprise. You thought he had absolutely zero cooking skills. he laughed as he watched your eyes widen, looking down at the plate.

"And you thought it'd be bad, how dare you."

"I, mm, sincerely apologise," you said quickly before eating some more.

Once you had both finished eating, you helped him clean up, drying the dishes and pans as he washed them. Looking out of the small window above the sink, you realised that it was pretty dark outside, and that you should probably think about heading home. Not that you wanted to. You couldn't. Maybe coming here was a bad idea; you'd become even more attached to him.

"You know, you're always welcome to stay longer," Peter said as he put down the dishcloth. He leaned against the counter, his eyes focused on you.

"Is that because you want me to stay?" You teased, deciding to play it coy rather than desperate. Flashing a smile and looking up at him through your lashes, you noticed his cheeks turn a darker shade of grey. He cleared his throat before quickly looking away.

"Well, like I said earlier, I enjoy your company," he replied, pulling at the hem of his turtle-neck. The corners of his lips pulled into a smile as he pushed his glasses further up his nose, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "Because, if you did want to stay the night, you're welcome to have the bed and I'll just sleep on the couch."

"I can't kick you out of your bed that's not fair."

"Technically it wouldn't be kickin' me out if I offered it to you, would it doll?" Your heart skipped a beat as he looked back up at you, smirking because he knew you couldn't say no.

"But-"

"If you want to stay, you're sleepin' in the bed. No arguments," he stated firmly. Trying to fight against him would be futile, not that you wanted to anyway.

"Fine," you huffed as you walked past him, slightly nudging him with your elbow. Peter chuckled as he followed you out of the kitchen. He guided you down the hallway with his hand on your waist to the door at the end.

Inside his bedroom was pretty basic, with a double bed opposite the door, the window on the left wall and a wardrobe and set of draws on the other wall. On either side of the bed were two little tables which both displayed matching lamps and a small succulent on the left one. This universe may be in black and white, but this room could still do with some more decorations. 'I can fix that later,' you thought, sitting down on the end of the bed.

"So uh, if you need anythin' feel free...oh and the bathroom is on the right," Peter said, leaning against the doorframe. Now that he'd taken his coat off and was illuminated from the hallway light behind him, you realised how skinny he actually was.

"Thank you, really," you said, shuffling backwards to the top of the bed.

"Well, if that's everything, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

"Night Peter," you replied, watching as he turned and shut the door behind him. The clothes you were in now were already pretty comfortable, and the room was just the right temperature. You wormed under the duvet - which was unnecessarily heavy - and stared up at the ceiling. Everything was going exactly how you wanted it; you were here, in Peter's bed (albeit without him) and he understood that you needed him.

It was perfect.

#into the spider verse #spiderman #spiderman noir #x reader

[deathbxnny]

When he is away. (Ayato x Reader)

Content: fluff at the end, some angst perhaps?, spoiler to some Archon quests, spoiler to Ayato’s/Ayaka’s backstory, very small hint at nsfw content if u squint

Words count: 1.7K

((Not really proofread sorry!!))

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The birds were singing their songs, when you woke up late in the morning hours. The sun had already shone through the windows, daring to peek at your form by kissing your skin with it’s warmth. Groaning, you turned away from it to get a couple more moments of sleep in. 

It was another sleepless night without your lover. After many years of being together with him, you’ve forgotten how to sleep in a bed without him. With Inazuma’s borders opening and the Vision hunt decree finally abolished, your lover was busier than usual, often having to take long trips that lasted for weeks on end. And whilst you understood why, you still couldn’t help but feel a little selfish and wish he was there with you at home more often. Your silver ring softly glinted in the sun light. You had married him many years ago, yet a warm feeling filled you, whenever you remembered your marriage to the handsome man.

Kamisato Ayato. The Yashiro commissioner. A man who defined perfection to you. 

You often wondered, how you came about to marry him. Yet it was no surprise either. Having grown up with him all your life, you weren’t too shocked to hear that you were betrothed to him eventually. Neither of you were. So, when Ayato’s parents tragically died, he swore on his knees to you that he’d bring the Kamisato name glory and that he’d do everything to be a husband you could be proud of. But he didn’t need to. You were always proud of him. 

“Mrs. Kamisato? Are you awake?” The soft voice of one of your handmaids interrupted your sleepy daydreams, making you sigh. “Yes, I am, Yuri. Please come in.” You said, as you sat up and watched her give you a small smile, when she entered the room with a blue kimono. “Then let’s start the day, my lady.” “Very well.”

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Cupping the hot tea in your hands, you allowed your gaze to travel across the Inazuman ocean, as you relaxed in the Kamisato estates garden. Your hand softly reached to play with your ring absently, wondering when your husband would finally come back. The letter on the small table in front of you detailed his soon arrival, a date still unknown because of the harsh weather conditions of the sea. 

Letting out a sigh, you slowly turned your head back to the letter. His handwriting filled the emptiness in your heart for just a moment, yet you yearned more for his touch. You dreamed of finally being able to fall into his arms again- “Ehm, hello?” a small voice asked, interrupting your thoughts once more. 

Your head turned to the source of the voice, until you peered at a young blond boy and a small, floating child. “Sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if Ayaka was home?” the child asked, making the blond nod along. “Ayaka…? Ah, I’m afraid she’s entertaining some guests at the moment.” You said, making the flying child sigh in disappointment. Just as they were about to turn away to leave, you spoke once more. “However, if you’d like to stay and wait, you are more than welcome. Are you perhaps friends of hers?” At your words, the boy and the child smiled and nodded, as they took a seat opposite you. A little bit of company would do some good, especially if they were your dear Ayaka’s friends. 

“Yes, we are! My name is Paimon, and this over here is Aether!” Paimon said, as she pointed towards the boy. He bowed his head respectfully in response, as he gave you a small smile. You chuckled, as you hid your face behind your fan. “I see. I’m glad Ayaka has found some good friends. I’m Kamisato (Y/N). It’s very nice to meet you.” You said, as you raised your fan more towards your face, watching, with slight sadistic glee, the faces of the two companions unfold into shock and confusion. 

“W-wait! Ayaka has another sibling?!” Paimon squeaked, making you laugh softly. “Oh dear… you’re quite adorable… I’m Lord Ayato’s wife.-” “-His wife?!” Paimon held her head in her hands, obviously getting a headache from the sudden revelation. “My lady! Please, don’t give our guest a heart attack haha…” Thoma let out a nervous chuckle, as he quickly approached you three in panic. 

If there was one thing you and your husband had in common, then it was the slight mischief you two hid behind an elegant and composed mask. You both enjoyed making people squirm and watch them crumble under your fingers. Ayato especially would make the world burn, if it brought you happiness. Anything for you and Ayaka.

“Ah, Thoma… I was just telling them of my status, nothing more.” You simply said, as you faked innocence and made Thoma smile nervously. “Ofcourse, my lady. I apologize for not educating them on you sooner.” He said, as he bowed apologetically. A soft chuckle fell from your lips, as you watched him with glinting eyes. He was Ayato’s most loyal servant, which made him yours as well. You trusted him with your life, just as Ayato and Ayaka did. You remembered the day you took him in. You had pled with Ayato to spare him and to take him in as a servant. You were all much younger then and you had taken deep pity to the young man from Mondstadt, as he spoke about his tragic story over the sea to Inazuma. And since Ayato can’t refuse you a single thing, he took him in. 

“Lady Ayaka will be ready to see you two now.” Thoma said, as he straightened up again. The traveler and Paimon respectfully bowed to you- well only Aether could really do so- before they left after Thoma. A deep sigh left you, as you looked out towards the ocean again. “Where are you, dear…?” you whispered to yourself, as you took a sip from your now cold tea.

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You hummed to yourself, as you swayed in the empty garden. You enjoyed dancing in the absence of others. Only Ayaka or Ayato were allowed to see you dance, with Thoma being another rare exception, if he was around to see. Closing your eyes, you slowly raised your fan to the rhythm and moved with the melody that played in your mind.  

You had taught Ayaka how to dance when she was younger, you remembered. She was watching you preform one night and had begged you to teach her with bright eyes. And how could you ever deny her anything? So, two days after, you began to teach her how to dance. And ever so brilliant, she took after you immediately in elegance and beauty. Though, you noted, her confidence lacked, when it came to her dances. But you didn’t care for perfection, if she kept beaming with pride, whenever she fullended another difficult turn or move with her fan. Another wide move with your hand, as the melody picked up and the fast part of the dance came along. 

Ayato especially enjoyed watching you dance, you remembered once more. He often would watch you through thick blue lashes, eyes glinting with a secret hunger only you could understand. Your heart burned at the memory of his dark eyes; breath heavy as his face flushed red above you-

You opened your eyes, as you pursed your lips, a soft blush filling your face. No time to think about that now. And yet, you couldn’t help but stop your movements, as your skin burned for him. Closing your fan in defeat, you went back into the estate, the melody in your mind unraveling into deafening silence.

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It was much darker now outside, you noted, as you looked out of the window. You gripped the brush in your hand, as you returned to writing the letter. You had written many of them. Yet most never reached his mischievous, glinting eyes. You wrote about your loneliness without him and how you prayed every night for his safe return. To whom, you didn’t truly know. Perhaps to any archon who would care to listen.

Just when you were about to put down another stroke, Thoma’s loud voice cut through your busy mind. Your head turned to the shogi door in interest, when you suddenly heard the familiar voice of your husband respond back to the blond housekeeper. A sudden energy came over you, as you stumbled out of your seat to the door. Your legs moved faster than your mind, as you slammed the door open and ran right into your husbands’ arms. 

Ayato didn’t expect his cute wife to literally throw herself at him and stumbled down to the floor with her. A surprised laugh left him, as he held onto your waist. “Ayato! Ayato, my darling, you’re home!” you cried out, as you held onto his white jacket and buried your face in his chest tearfully. Thoma smiled softly, as he quickly left to leave the two lovers alone. 

Ayato relaxed at the prescence of just you and him. The moon shone down on you, when you raised your head to look him in the eyes. For a moment, Ayato could’ve sworn that you were an angel, for he felt heaven in you. And perhaps you were just that. An angel, who came to help a sinner like him find salvation. “I apologize for leaving you alone for so long, my love… but my duty called me oversees.” He softly whispered, as he brushed through your hair mindlessly, utterly hypnotized by your unmatched beauty. What had he done in his past life, to deserve something as perfect as you, he would often wonder. 

“It’s alright. You do the most for us, my dear. I can’t be mad at that… despite the pain I feel in my heart, whenever you aren’t next to me.” You dramatically sighed, making him chuckle. He missed you so much, he realized. Looking out the open shogi door, he peered at the bright moon and stars above you. An overwhelming feeling of pride and happiness filled his heart, as he gripped your waist tighter, afraid you’ll disappear. 

Looking back down into your bright eyes, he came to a conclusion to his thoughts. “How about you accompany me next time?” He softly asked. A bright smile stretched across your face as you hugged him tighter. “I would love to.” You simply said. And that was enough to pull you closer into his embrace and to kiss you. He was finally home.

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Ayaka sighed happily, as she quickly tip toed away back to her room. ‘I’ll just greet brother in the morning.’ She thought, as she disappeared into her room. She wanted you two to have a moment alone, since you deserved it. With a smile, she laid down on her bed and fell asleep, the laughing and hushed voices of her family lulling her to sleep. Everyone was home and safe.

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Alright, I hope you guys liked this one haha... took me a bit longer than I expected, but yeah, I hope it wasn’t too bad.

If you have any questions or requests please let me know!^^

#genshin impact #genshin ayato #genshin fanfiction #ayato x reader

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

My weekly roundup CW 12

Well, I watch a lot during the week, as you all might know. I really want to write a little bit more about the stuff I watch, but time and work kind of get in my creative way. So I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists and this is a good excuse for me to create a new OneNote journal!).

Jack o'Frost was on hiatus this week, so it didn't make it on this week's list.

↑ 1. Our Dating Sim (Episode 5+6)

Oh my God! What a development! Now they are a couple and I am in seventh heaven with them. Eddy takes every opportunity to show Ian that he really really likes him and at the end of the 5th episode he is rewarded and so are we, with one of the best k-bl kisses there is. And the sixth episode has been pure fluff, right up to the last minute. I enjoyed every second of it, Eddy trying to ask Ian out, playful Ian liking to torture Eddy a bit, them both holding hands, that incredibly sweet scene where Eddy teases Ian that he knows very well that Ian has been watching him all along when he had his eyes closed then tells him I'll close my eyes now, do what you want and Ian just kisses him, jealous Eddy and that cute scene on the roof…. All except that darn text message…I'm dreading the next episode. But incredibly strong two episodes this week. It was definitely my favorite watch this week!

↑ 2. Unintentional Love Story (Episodes 3+4)

Won Young, you are cute, but sometimes you can't get a hint! Tae Joon tries to tell you that he likes you, and as we've already seen, he's a bit… socially cool and distant, and then you sit there and don't understand that he's talking about you, whom he likes. But at least you're cute and make Tae Joon smile. The show is so good. And you can tell that Won Young is starting to doubt if what he's doing is really right, because he's also starting to develop feelings. Please clear that up in a good way. I'm so scared of the drama yet to come. It's going to break my heart to see Tae Joon rebuild his wall that he's been clinging to for so long and in which he built a small passage for Won Young. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I hope for a happy ending, but I'm really afraid that it will be a hard road until then.

↓ 3. Chains Of Heart (Episode 6)

Mr. Lue's dream. The wish that Ken touches him, that he accepts him as he is, that he loves him and holds him tight…I think that was one of the best scenes of the series so far. Especially the tears in his eyes at the end. And Mr. Lue's attempt to convince Ken to give him a chance, to allow him to protect and love Ken. My poor Mr. Lue heart really had to suffer this week. The most disturbing scene for me was our one-eyed man and how he danced with the woman…I just find him unsettling. And I was most confused after the scene between Mr. Lue and Don. It felt like the two knew each other or Don knew more than others. As always a wonderful series, great settings and atmosphere and I'm looking forward to next week.

↓ 4. A Shoulder To Cry On (Episode 3+4)

Okay, the "I like you" scene in the gym was a bit too much for me, but I can understand Dayeol so well. I would have been super embarrassed by this whole scene and in such cases you just sometimes react headless, muddle your thoughts and then it just comes out something like that. That he avoided Taehyun afterwards, I can also fully understand, but it was nice to see that he does not avoid him, but continues to seek his presence. And in the end we just see pure self-protection. We see an insecure Dayeol, who tries to push the other away by hurting, redirecting his own pain, so to speak. Heartbreaking start to the fourth episode. Those familiar with the webcomic knew what to expect. The backstory is indeed not pretty. It is cruel and sad and a little bit you can understand why Taehuyn shut down his emotions. The trauma is strong in him. So it makes me all the more happy that the two are getting closer and Taehyun is actually learning to open up and talk about his past. And Dayeaol, a sweetheart as he is, is probably the first person ever to tell him that it's not his fault and that plus the look on Taehyun's face broke my heart. Good episode!

→ 5. The Promise (Episode 5)

Somehow the feeling didn't quite come this week. Phu's approach was a bit too daring for someone who left his best friend behind because he was in love with him and didn't know how to deal with the feelings. The fight at the end was also a bit too contrived. Before, Nan was totally happy that Phu was back and didn't question anything and then because of that one lie, he turns up and throws things around like I never want to see you again. He's hurt, no question, but those were extreme emotional leaps. Especially considering the beginning of the episode and how touchy Nan was there. And no, I wasn't yelling at my screen that they should just kiss already. Not three times at least…just two.

→ 6. Bed Friend (Episode 6)

Aw King…I feel a little sorry for him. He tries to show Uea that he likes him a bit more than just FWB, and then he goes to the arranged match. I mean, I almost understand. King needs some confirmation too. Uea's wall makes it hard for himself to show King that he's looking forward to the trip, that he's also already investing more emotion than just FWB. And of course he builds up his walls again afterwards. Because he just realized that King can hurt him, that he's developed feelings and that's something he doesn't want to do. Because if he's vulnerable, then people will hurt him, that's his experience. So he pulls back again. He would just have to open his mouth and tell King that he wants him and King would be the happiest man on the planet and carry Uea through life on his hands. And Krit…that nasty m*therf*cker! I can't stand him and hope he just disappears along with Uea's mother. And the outlook for the next episode looks exhilarating...damn.

→ 7. A Boss And A Babe (Episode 4)

Cher is jealous and I love it! We get to know part of his backstory and understand why he doesn't like going back to his hometown. The ignorance of some people is terrible and I feel sorry for Cher that he had to lose his best friend/first unrequited love that way. He seems all the more confused that he is slowly but surely developing such feelings for Gun. I'm curious to see what happens next when Cher is no longer employed there as an intern. For my taste there was too little ThiZo this week, I hope that changes again next week.

↑ 8. Tin Tem Jai (Episode 4)

I have no idea how old Tin is supposed to be. He's looking for his major in college, but quite often behaves like a stubborn little kid. And Park knows exactly which switches to flip to get what he wants. I don't like that so much. And there's the sweet boy again, who is quite enraptured by our Tin, and of course is all the more delighted that fate has brought them together again. And of course, he's a senior at the university and flirts wildly. And Tin seems to like it. Kana is a sweetheart. He could have hugged Pao a little longer, but his "I'm always here for you" line could have been spared.

↑ 9. PastSenger (Episode 3)

It was clear that Baiwan would fall in love with Kiao and it was also clear that Frong would not leave her alone. There were very sweet moments between Bamee and Kiao. The fact that Baiwan can tell Bamee so openly about her crush on Kiao and Bamee suffers silently hurt a bit. At least the episode was better than the previous ones, but I'm not quite convinced yet.

↓ 10. All The Liquors (Episode 7+8/Final)

Yeah, I don't know, the series really didn't excite me. Even the last episodes couldn't help. The start was good, I liked the first episodes and just thought it goes in a slightly different direction. In the end, however, Han Ji Yu has not necessarily become happy without alcohol, but has converted the previously abstinent chef to alcohol and I sit here and ask myself what the message of this series should be. Should we all drink more alcohol to be sociable? Can we only be sociable and outgoing if we also drink alcohol? I manage to be sociable without alcohol with people I know and like, despite my shyness. So yeah, I didn't think it was particularly good, and the kisses were numerous for a Korean series, but they could have easily just been left out. No one wants to see two dead fish kiss...

#josi watching bl #sunday charts #our dating sim #unintentional love story #chains of heart #a shoulder to cry on #bed friend #a boss and a babe #the promise #tin tem jai #past senger #all the liquors #bl series #bl drama

[sunriseverse]

in the spirit of being excited about my passions rather than annoyed, here's some of my favourite things about zmyx!

one: the costuming. oh, god, the costuming. look, i'm a pretty regular sewist, and a lot of my wardrobe, small as it is, is specially curated. in zmyx, every character has a distinctive look, and they all look good. ruan nanzhu, as often as he changes outfits, always looks hypercompetent and impeccable; lin qiushi dresses in largely loose outfits that give him a sense of innocence not from a lack of experience, but rather because he carefully maintains his optimism. their outfit design is carefully chosen to convey their character archetypes, and it works. and, on top of that, it's not just the leads—the side characters, the minor characters, hell, even the npcs, are dressed with care and attention, and it shows. my favourite outfits so far are ruan nanzhu's second door outfit, which gives off used car salesman vibes, and lin qiushi's sweater/overalls combo, which looks so silly and yet fits him perfectly. and, of course, the jiejie in the sister drum door. ah, the red wedding robe! the way you can't tell if it's red naturally, or from blood! wonderful, stunning, marvelous, can i get ten more.

two: the chemistry between the leads. i know this is a point i brought up in my annoyed post, but here i'm going to talk about it on the positive end. the leads have excellent chemistry, and the yearning? the yearning. oh, god, it's off the charts. ruan nanzhu is looking at this man, and you can see the instant he falls in love, inescapable as the gravity well of a black hole. and lin qiushi is no different! the way he handles ruan nanzhu tenderly, the way he smiles at him, the way they interact—be it playful, worried, or jealous, all of it feels real in a way that's hard to capture in film unless actors click. and ruan nanzhu keeps just saying these batshit lines that amount to entire confessions in and of themselves, i-love-you-so-damn-much, please-let-me-make-sweet-sweet-love-to-you, live-with-me-forever. fucking 我需要你?????? and lin qiushi, who not only doesn't flinch, but half the time, encourages him? i've lost my damn mind, my entire damn mind, this show has ruined me, i'll never be the same.

three: lizi. i love so much that they used an actual cat rather than cgi, and i love that the cat actor they got never appears to be alarmed or uncomfortable. so often in shows with feline actors they're making clear signs of distress, but not here! no, lizi really just is a slinky, adorable, darling ball of fluff. i want to pet lizi so bad, oh my god.

four: the dialogue. okay, this i've touched on somewhat already in point two with the chemistry, but each character has their own distinctive voice, and i love it. it makes it easier to write, which is nice, but more than that, it makes the characters feel lived in. lin qiushi, kind but with a thread of hidden steel; ruan nanzhu, one moment soft and flowing, almost seductive cadence towards the man he loves, playing up the aura of mystery, the next moment whining and jealous as he fends off perceived romantic rivals. and the npcs! it would be so easy to make them feel flat, but each of them feels like a real part of the world they're in, and many of them have their own backstories and regrets and lives. the first door, with the innkeeper, and then the sister drum with "xu jin"? ah, perfect!

five: the visuals. technically costume falls under this, but this show just looks so fucking good. so goddamn good! visually! people have mentioned this was low-budget, and honestly, i was stunned, because this looks like someone threw a netfix show's worth of funding at it. yes, the cgi wolves at the start are a bit janky, but other than that? the sets, the lighting, the camerawork? everything is so lush and well thought out and visually appealing.

#a very short list but please enjoy. i did. #zmyx #关于门神跟人谈恋爱的那件事 #c.txt

[shizuuu]

This beautiful drawing by @mimikusu now gets a little backstory! After ages of not writing anything, this is what I came up with. It's completely written on tumblr, so the formatting will be crappy. Word count to be added.

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The Sea is calm tonight

A gloomy day was ahead of them, as John William Bradshaw and Cornelius Villadsen arrived at a little seaside village called Irhain. The air was foggy and damp and it was a tad bit chilly. They were relieved to find their little cabin directly at the cliffs. Which meant a wonderful sight to greet them every morning.

First thing John did when they had unpacked their belongings was to brew a nice cup of tea. The clearer air from the seaside already did wonders to his weak lungs. And he was enjoying the quiet too. As he rummaged around in the small kitchen area he heard Cornelius coming from upstairs. "Would you like some tea?", John asked quietly, not getting a vocal answer, only a slight nod when the older man entered. Not thinking too much of it, John proceeded making the tea. He found a little tray for it and brought it to the living area. "Cornelius?", he asked. "Coming." Was it his imagination or did his friend sound a little hoarse? It could be from speaking so rarely these past few days, John thought. When he laid his eyes on the other man, he knew something was up. The physician was pale - well more than usual - and the bags under his eyes were darker. John wanted to question him about it but thought against it. I should be watching over him a bit.

The day went on, and not much happened. After a little trip to some local stores, they decided to walk around for a bit. The seaside was lovely, with waves hitting the shore softly and the wind full of salt. Cornelius closed his eyes. This was home. Unbeknownst to John, this was his hometown. And he recognised everything here. It was painful, but at the same time, he felt at peace. He had felt quite nervous about this journey. Days without sleep had been the result of this. And now he felt it. He was constantly cold and his nose had started to run. He sniffled discreetly, bringing a hand to his nose. It was cold to the touch and twitched slightly. "Hiiih'tchmpf!" The stifled sneeze hurt his sinuses. Cornelius sighed. John turned. "Are you alright, Cornelius? You look chilled." Cornelius looked up. "A bit, I assume. It is getting late as well." John nodded. "We should return then."

Back in their cabin Cornelius slipped his coat off and practically slumped onto the couch. His head hurt and his nose was annoying him again. A shiver ran through him. "Hhih-ektchoo! Hii-Hishtchoo! Eh'CHOO!" With a groan, he flopped back. "Bless you." Startled, Cornelius looked up. John stood there, a blanket and a cup of tea in his hand. "Thought you would need this." The poet laid down the blanket and Cornelius closed his eyes. "Thank you." He coughed a little. "Do you have a hanbkerchief?" He sniffed again. John nodded and rummaged around until he found one. He returned to the living area - and smiled. Cornelius laid there fast asleep, his mouth slightly open.

Sleep tight, Cord.

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Thanks for reading! And again thank you @mimikusu for the drawing! <3

#shizuuu writing #cornelius villadsen #shizuuu: oc tag #john william bradshaw #cornelius my beloved broken little teacup

[lisbetadair]

Hello Lisbet! A small idea for skullface murderblorbo that had popped up in our head, a long time after I sent you the ask, "What job/occupation would Mr. Riley have?"

Perhaps in the comics, we can take it into consideration that Simon chose to be a butcher's apprentice as a teenager, maybe to earn a bit on the side and help his family keep afloat and to learn new skills. But it doesn't really sit with us right that Mr. Riley terrorized Simon by bringing dangerous animals at home, because that brings up many questions. Like where did he even get those animals?

Then our wife brought something up. Animals, you say?

Maybe Simon was influenced to become a butcher because of his father, and it could be that his father worked as a trapper, or a taxidermist. After all, it would be believable that maybe Simon thought the taxidermied animals were real, due to being a child and perhaps his father was a bit entertained in watching his child be afraid of the dead animals he worked with. (Simon got over his fear when he was around eight, when his father let him touch the antlers of a deer.)

Generally speaking, I think that Simon's father was portrayed as an unpleasant, neglectful man in the comics, though as an Avid Ghost Comic Heretic, we think that a one-sided, abusive father is just lazy writing, and there is so much potential on portraying the complications that come with writing about a difficult and sensitive subject.

Maybe Simon was raised in a family where both his parents worked with animals. He was frequently brought to museums, where his father would excitedly show the lifelike animals behind the glass screen, and he would take the time to read the information on the plate--and his mother would be immersed in piles of documents she procured, perhaps working for the British Pest Control Association.

Because of this, a deep fascination about animals stirred in him ever since a young age, and now that he was sixteen, he could become a proper apprentice of a local butcher (who ran a farm and was good friends with his mommy and daddy) and learn some useful skills while he was there. His mother and father bonded over their shared taste for rock music, though both were respected and revered by their colleagues.

This is the good ending of the Ghost comics, where Simon is Not traumatized and doesn't sign up for the army to run away from his family's problems, as we think that even if the comics were a cheap cash grab by Activision, it's effort in showing that Simon is a uniquely ambitious lad who went back to his family and tried to help them with their problems, leading to his brother Thomas going into rehab for his drug addiction and comforting his mother--though as we all know, tragic backstory no.9678, his family is dead and he has a spiteful argument with his father in the hospital and he's a badass motherfucker who got revenge on Manuel Roba and now has anxiety (and probable depression + C-PTSD on the side with a dose of anger issues.)

We'd love to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you for taking the time to read it!

Much as I'm also not crazy about the Ghost comics, I do also agree with you that there are some nice themes and points that I do think can continue to be of value in creating a background for the character.

I definitely like keeping the apprentice butcher thing, because Hereford is definitely known for high quality food and farming, and whilst I do see Ghost as having predominantly an urban upbringing, I like to think that where he worked was somewhere that valued their craft and that's something he carries with him now that he's living in a rural area with access to farm-fresh produce.

Taxidermy is a craft thing, so I guess if you see his Dad as being someone who has artistic talent, then that might be a good choice to have animals in the house, and a weird studio area filled with partially completed pieces? Working as a gamekeeper is a really niche occupation here, and we'd be talking about a seriously rural upbringing attached to a landed estate, so personally, because I see Ghost as having an urban upbringing (as that fits with East London voice acting) that doesn't appeal to me.

I like the idea of Ghost not coming from a tragic background, but equally, working as I do in an area with high levels of social deprivation that brings me into contact with people who have suffered from parents who have been neglectful or abusive, seeing how hard their lives have been as a result and how challenging it has been to move forward from that trauma, I'm wary of discounting that background as being too clichéd to be of value as a whole as a whole given that I think it does reflect reality in some of its themes. I know the comics do deal with those issues in a very superficial way, and I can also agree with just removing those themes wholesale to do something completely different, because that is also interesting to theorise other ways for Ghost to end up as he is.

The whole Manual Roba thing can, in my opinion, get in the bin. I am torture-brainwashed weary at this point.

[dreambranding]

7, 18, and 25 :)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

god just telling stories makes me happy I know i haven't really shared any of those here yet but i love AUs and longish stories because i love to just tell tales like make characters go through their silly little moments and have them discover things about themselves or reaffirm beliefs i just think people and what stories can tell you about people is so Interesting

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

ok so i'll just pluck something from my current wip which is the makeup journey with dream one ummm

In a few minutes, they had covered the matter of how to apply both types of blush, and which one would suit him better. Kindly, Sylvee uses her hands to show how to press the liquid one, teaching him about setting and how it helps to last all day, different to the powder which is meant to be softer than the former, meant for layers. They decide the type of look he’s going for—casual, small touches of pink— would work better with the powdery option, and so at last Sylvee instructs him how to apply it with a brush. 

So the first thing is that this fic is actually me expressing some thoughts on how the "getting into makeup at an 'older' age" situation is: one of the firsts struggles is always blush, because blush itself is tricky to pick on! stuff like the amount to apply, the texture, the setting, face shape, intended style etc etc made it hard to pick on for me so i decided to give dream a guiding hand — and i thought it'd be nice to see sylvee walk him through it a bit! i love the way she styles herself and they're quite good friends, so it'd be really really cute. at first this was longer and in the paragraph itself there were more considerations on different makeup types but i decided i didn't actually want to infodump on makeup

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

UM i guess while the idea of dream being neurodivergent is always in my mind (because we're kindred souls a little) i just never talk about it? because. why would i i guess. but again, always on my mind

#THANK U SAPPY :D #sappymix1 #ask game

[kaleschmidt]

anyone ask for henry thoughts ramble post? well like i fucking fucked up my first draft and deleted all of it by mistake so um. i am now writing it all over again. i hope he explodes.

anyways it's all under cut and i need you to know i'm dunking on him so much he's gonna be a soggy cookie ok? ok nice

i have SUCH a burning hatred for henry to start this off. It was like. worse when I first got into dayshift, but i am now capable of hating him more in a cooler way

I hate Henry as a person but as a CHARACTER he's fun to me. I'm glad we know his backstory, even outside of the story, and that he's not excused. Yes, he had a shit childhood and experienced the horrors of war, but what he did after the war- all of dayshift's events... it doesn't excuse what he did, and I'm glad about that because like if he got redeemed, I would have had to get in the game and maul him dog-style myself. /lh

Now. Onto my interpretation of him.

Something important to me while writing Henry is that he's vague. He's never written in his own first person perspective. Only seen through others. Nobody knows what he's thinking. Only a VERY select few people can get close to his motives, and even then, they aren't on the money. Even when his son gets murdered (sacrificing nemself to save another's life), it's kept vague how exactly Henry feels about it. Kale (oc) believes that Henry's uncharacteristic aggression towards Dave prodding about his son is due to either Henry actually caring about nis death, or being upset his son's death stained the family, but it's never confirmed. As much as Kale likes to say it knows Henry more than he knows himself, it also admits that it could never know what Henry was thinking. Also kale is an unreliable narrator and has fucking issues /lh. I'm never gonna write Henry in first-person because I find him more interesting when he's not exactly picked apart from the inside, but the outside, if that makes sense?

Something also to note, which is canon anyways I believe, is that Henry is always scheming, no matter what. Always prepared. He makes sure that everything will go his way, albeit the small divergences and such. It's the big ones that irritate him. He'll always manage to improvise, though. hard to improvise when u get jumped by a dog and bitten and dragged to the void tho. #lol couldn't be me.... i'm different

ok like give me a bit i am so sad that my first draft was fucked up bc i had a lotta good points i couldn't remember. sniff.

I won't touch upon it too much (maybe in Jack's ramble if anyone wants it) but I really like parallels btwn Jack and Henry, especially as there are canon parallels. Henry is the Beginning, and Jack is the End. (i am so normal about this phrase btw. trust me.)

Also won't touch upon Martha in this post because she gives me major brainrot i have so many thoughts about her.

About Henry's void... i actually dunno if that's a confirmed char or not, but the concept is really interesting to me (...and i kinda accidentally did that before i interacted with the fandom too). Would love to dive into that but part of it is tabbykat's playground spoilers. And also will make this post longer than needed. just ask for kale ok?

OH another thing. More of a personal pref n no hate to those who do this, but I do NOT like henry good aus... genuinely cannot see that happening. Better counterpart for me is that he doesn't do murders but also he is a terrible dad in the most funny way (those terrible, terrible baby clothes. you know the ones.) I also just think man just became the way he is by himself n not the void but mostly bc i'm fond of my own interp who i would love to beat up and explode

I think. that's all i had but like closing this off with a song in my playlist for henry: Drink To Me. Look it's SUCH a fucking henrycore song. SOOOO fucking much. Parts of it relate to Dave ofc. god. Anyways hope y'all enjoy reading through this i love going into my thoughts of chars and should do it more

EDIT:

OK I FORGOT TO PUT THIS AND I CANT BELIEVE IT but I think of Henry gasterisms ok? He is gasterisms. And I think that's another thing that makes him interesting to me bc I like gaster. My brain is kinda fried but I need to put this hwre.

#Grave's Digs #TabbyKat's Playground #i am NOT maintagging it ok. #world's most normal henry hater /lh #again if anyone wants to ask me abt a specific char. i would love to ramble abt them. #...minus most dayshift 3 chars i am so fucking sorry i am not caught up onto their deepest lore yet. i'm getting there i prommie. #TabbyKat Rambles #SIGH. UNFORTUNATELY I DO HAVE TO TAG THIS.

[the25thviolence]

Summer Time Madness Part 1

I don’t usually do this kind of thing but I’ve been feeling a little desperate lately. Since I had to deal with being laughed at to my face every time I asked someone I mite as well go thru with it.  Its not like I can save face anymore. 

And with that bit of a sad excuse for a mental pep talk from Jonny, myself, lets begin this hopeful story. 

Cliche backstory.  I was getting lonely and asked my friends to help setup blind dates for me.  So I kept ending up at these generic coffee shops.  You know, safe public places where people could disappear out of the situation five minutes into it.  I’m “oh for two” so far and this will be strike number three if this one doesn’t work out. 

I look down at the text I just received from last friend to send this potential disaster blind date survivor my way. 

Hey keep your head up.  3 outs in an inning and 27 outs in a game.  Keep swinging lol.

Why do they end every text with “lol”? 

Take care of Maddy btw lol

I am not surprised. 

“Lets do this.” said Jonny with as much confidence as someone who had already struck out multiple times before stepping into this coffee shop. 

Its like it wanted to have a rainforest theme but every 10 feet or so it wanted to be a desert or a snowy mountain top.  Just small chunks of the wrong biome splintered around this should of been rainforest themed coffee shop. 

As I got in line I thought out loud to myself. 

“What the heck is a Blood Red Cinnamon Ripper.” said Jonny. 

“I think its likes a cinnamon strawberry mix thing.” said a girl with red hair with her back turned to me. 

“So no actual human blood?” asked Jonny.

“Sadly no.” said the red hair girl turning around. 

“How else am I supposed to quench my thirst for human blood.  My thirst demands a human sacrifice.” said Jonny. 

“Have you tried the weak and helpless?” asked the girl with red hair.

“There surprisingly fast!” said Johnny in exasperation. 

The girl with the red hair let loose a bit of laughter like. Like.  Like if a baby full of rainbows could make a noise it would make that noise.  Like if happiness could be canned and sold at a premium.  Life if unicorns were real but they were all stand up comedians and they told the best jokes.  I didn’t think it was possible for a human to be full of sparkles, sugar, and all that other junk. 

“I’m Maddy.” said Maddy holding out her hand. 

I raised an eye brow in surprise. 

“I’m Jonny.” said Jonny shaking her hand. 

“LOL?” they said in unison. 

“You must be the friend.” said Maddy with a smile.

“And you must be the friend’s friend.” said Jonny with a smile. 

“Next!” yelled the barista breaking the sweet and charming moment.  

They stared at the menu for a moment.  

“Do you carry Sea Salt---” but Maddy was cut off. 

“Were sold out!” said barista with the nametag that said “Claire” with a scowl.

“I’m sorry.” said Maddy a little bit offended. 

“As you should be.” said Jonny with a grin.

Maddy smiled.

The barista named Claire rolled her eyes. 

“One Blood Red Cinnamon Ripper.” said Maddy and Jonny in unison. 

The cute couple laughed at each other. 

“It doesn’t contain real human blood sadly.  Names on the order?” sighed Claire. 

“Maddy.” said Jonny.

“And Jonny on the other.” said Maddy.

“Adorable.” said Claire with a grimace as she walked away to make two Blood Red Cinnamon Rippers. 

The couple made there way to a table sticking out of a fake tree attached to a wall.  Sitting in chairs that looked like chairsonas of a parrot and a cheetah.  They both looked around questioning the existence of this place but the light sound of rain coming from the speakers was a nice touch.  So they both sat down with a smile ready to enjoy the company as they tested the waters of this rainforest themed coffee shop that for some reason also had desert and a snowy mountain top section in it. 

“These chairs are.... unique.” said Maddy while sitting down in the cheetah themed chair.

“They have strong chairsona energy.” replied Jonny while sitting down in the parrot themed chair.  

“Chairsona?” asked Maddy.

“Yeah, like persona but for chairs.  Chairsona.” answered Jonny. 

Maddy smiled

Jonny also smiled. 

Loud yelling could be heard in the background. 

“So, if you had a chairsona what would it be?” asked Maddy.

“Easily that old worn lazy boy that a dad would always sleep on during the weekend.  Like they mow the lawn and boom back to the chair and asleep.” answered Jonny.

“You answered that really fast for someone who just thought of the term “chairsona”.” said Maddy with a slight smile.  Not too much of a smile.  But she was so happy she didn’t want to waste the energy on making a bigger smile in the moment and miss out all this great conversation about chairsonas. 

“Its literally been stuck on my mind since I saw these chairs when we walked over here and its all I can think about now.” replied Jonny.

A loud yelling could still be heard in the background. 

“What about you?” asked Jonny.

“Well, since I haven’t been thinking about this every waking moment of my life this mite take me a minute.” said Maddy with a grin. 

The loud yelling in the background continued. 

“Hmm.  Maybe like a hammock.  Like in the shade in the backyard.  Its cool even though its the summer and it has a nice privacy fence all around so you really feel alone.” finally answered Maddy.

“Is a hammock a chair though?” asked Jonny.

“I mean you can sit in it.” replied Maddy. 

“You can sit in all kind of things but it doesn’t mean there chairs.” said Jonny.

“Are we really fighting over the thin line of what is and isn’t a chair when picking out are chairsona’s?” asked Maddy.

“Yes you are.” said a red faced barista named Claire budding into the conversation while holding two Blood Red Cinnamon Rippers.  

“Anyways, this is a coffee shop and not some kind of popup outdoor brunch only hipster clam bake $30 plate sad excuse for a restaurant.  When your name is called you come get your drinks and I’ve been yelling your names for fifteen minutes now.” said a very angry Claire while “politely setting” down there drinks onto the table.  

“Don’t forget to tip via your preferred monetary app using the code on your receipts.” said Claire while walking away in a huff. 

They both sheepishly grabbed there drinks.

“Well that was awkward.” said Jonny. 

“I don’t have a cash app or anything do you?” asked Maddy.

“Oh my god who has time for those I only carry cash.” replied Jonny.

“Really?” asked Maddy again.

“I save so much money now that I don’t use my phone or just tap a card to pay.” replied Jonny.

In the distance you could hear someone throwing and breaking stuff.  

“So how does it taste?” asked Maddy.

“Like it lacks a certain number of pumps of human blood if I had to be honest.” replied Jonny.

“So are you like a Dracula style Vampire or like a Twilight style Vampire?” asked Maddy.

“More like a Blade style Vampire.” replied Jonny. 

“Blade?” asked Maddy.

“Yeah, its where this guy with a--”

“Blade?” cut in Maddy with a smile. 

“Ok, yes he does have a sword but its really cool story about this guy trying to kill all the Vampires than getting turned into some kind of Vampire hybrid.” replied Jonny.

“So he gets turned into a Vampire than switches sides?” asks Maddy. 

“No, he just continues killing Vampires but in a more badass way.  What about you? What kind of Vampire are you.” replied Jonny. 

“I’m easily a Hotel Transylvania Vampire the dad in that movie was so hot.”  replied Maddy.  

“The guy voiced by Adam Sandler?” asked Claire with her arms folded. 

“Uhhh yes.” replied Maddy. 

“Did we forget something else?” asked Jonny.

“Oh so many things were forgotten leading up to this moment but no.  My manager said I was “not acting in a way that showcased good customer service” earlier so please take these..... complimentary sea salt caramel cookies.” said Claire while handing them each a sea salt caramel cookie. 

“I thought they were sold out?” asked Jonny while taking the cookie.

“I wish they were.” said Claire while walking away. 

Suddenly Maddy’s phone buzzed and looked down at it sadly.  

“Need to run?” asked Jonny. 

“I mean yes.  I didn’t think this would go so--”

“Amazingly well?” asked Jonny.

“Rainbowtastic.” suggested Maddy.

“if puppies playing with kittens could be used to describe things.” interjected Jonny. 

Maddy broke down into a fit of laughter. 

“I just didn’t think I would be here so long.” said Maddy wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. 

“No no its ok if you got to go please get out of here.” said Jonny standing up.  

“I promise this won’t be the last time we do this.” said Maddy with a smile while giving Jonny a hug. 

“Same.” said Jonny with a smile.

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

And I watched Maddy walk away.  

Than I watched Maddy run back.

“Fuck, I almost forgot.” half yelled Maddy while grabbing Jonny’s hand.

“I uhh.  Holding hands already?” said Jonny.

“Moving too fast?” asked Maddy with a smile while quickly writing random numbers onto Jonny’s hand.

“What is this?” asked Jonny while looking at the hieroglyphics now written on his right hand. 

“Its a phone number.  You use it to call or text people.  Text me tonight ok.” said Maddy with a smile.

“Oh.” replied Jonny with a smile. 

“Goodbye again.” said Maddy before running away.

“Goodbye again.” waved Jonny like an idiot. 

Jonny sat down.  

Jonny drink the rest of his Blood Red Cinnamon Ripper. 

Jonny could not stop smiling. 

SQUIRT

SQUIRT

Jonny stopped smiling.

“Sir, you have used up your allowed time in this establishment without taking part in are business.  Please make another purchase or leave.” said Claire while cleaning the table Jonny was sitting at. 

“Sorry?” asked Jonny.

“Don’t be.  That went way better than the last two people you came in here with.  Damn the first girl ran up to the register, gave me her number, and begged me to call her and pretend it was an emergency.” said Claire dryly while cleaning off the cheetah chair. 

“You really think this went well?” asked Jonny again.

“Wow, you are lost in the sauce right now.” said Claire.

“I mean she was smiling a lot.” said Jonny now not even paying attention to the barista trying to kick him out of the coffee shop. 

“Don’t forget to text her tonight.  And also don’t forget TO LEAVE” said Claire while squirting Jonny with the spray bottle. 

“Ok ok sorry thank you for everything.” said Jonny getting up in a rush and leaving.  

“AND DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A TIP VIA YOUR PREFERRED MONETARY APP.” yelled Claire while Jonny left the coffee shop. 

So how’d it go? lol

“Rainbowtastic”

Hilarious.  She said “if puppies playing with kittens could be used to describe things”.  good job lol.

“Thanks for the help”

No problem lol

Part 2

(Not sure when this will continue or if I will be able to continue this story in the way I want.  But I’ve been in the mood to write.  I apologize for any extra increases in poor writing, grammar, and spelling in this one.  Dealing with Covid and I’ve noticed that I make way way way more mistakes while writing right now.)

[dominantslasherking]

Male Carrie White x Supernatural Male Reader

Mostly something wholesome cause Carrie deserves better<33

Male! Carrie White x Supernatural S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Imagine young Johnny Depp with dirty blonde hair for the male Carrie (Or someone else if you would like.)

Backstory: You're a transfer student, to this school and see a boy getting bullied, but you notice something remakable about him, and you can't help but take an interest.

Carey, let out a sigh, as he traced the bruise along his wrist, his father was much rougher than the usual.

"Hey! Boner boy, cmere!" Chris Hargensen called out with a chuckle, recalling Carey's embarrassing moment in the locker room, and when Carey got his first-ever boner which freaked him out. Carey held his head down afraid to meet the gaze of his tormentor.

Sitting from afar, you looked on at the scene in curiosity, why wasn't anyone helping the guy? He was clearly getting bullied, by some asshat and his fellow 'gang'.

As you were about to get up and confront the guys, Carey did something unexpected, "Leave me, ALONE!" he screamed out, the trays of food around his scattering, without anything or anyone touching them.

"Nice, freaky magic trick-" Chris bit back about to throw a punch. Suddenly you muttered incoherent words, as Chris began to scream out in horror, as he saw all sorts of bugs crawl on his arms.

Everyone looked in confusion at why he was screaming as they saw nothing, happening but he began to scratch at his arms before the bugs suddenly flashed away.

"I-I- T-There---wa-s--Everywhere!" Chris couldn't make out a sentence, because he was shaken up.

Carey suddenly tilted his head towards you, to see you giving a warm smile. Carey quickly rushed away, making sure to sling his bag around his arm.

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Splashing his face with water, Carey let out a deep sigh of relief after he got away from all prying eyes. He looked in front of the mirror, before squinting his eyes and remembering the locker room incident.

The mirror suddenly cracked, making him fall backward on his butt. "Are you alright?" You asked looking down at the guy.

"I-I didn't-....didn't do that-..." Carey spoke unsure of what he was even saying. "It's alright...I understand.." You trailed off, helping Carey up as he looked at your hand with a blush, before quickly taking it. Carey felt his legs wobble as he was about to fall again before you pulled him into his chest.

You patted his soft hair trying to comfort him, making him a spluttering shy mess, "I-I- My...father- says, I'm not....suppose to get---To-to close to a guy- b-because its a sin!" Carey cried out, not wanting ever for his father to find out he hugged a guy, even though it felt nice.

"Does, your father...hit you because of these...'sins'." You asked noticing, the bruise on his collar bone, because of his disheveled shirt.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask such personal things..." You spoke gently noticing how hesitant he was.

"But, I really ment it when I said I understand...May I see your wrist?" You asked out, as he shakily handed you his bruised wrist.

Your big hand traced his bruise before muttering a small spell. The bruise suddenly vanished and healed.

Carey looked at his wrist and then you with interest as he gave a small smile, knowing that he wasn't truly alone with having strange gifts.

"Thank...you." He mumbled out, his stutter slightly calming down.

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Over the past months, you have been showing Carey more spells, and healing him a lot recently, both of you growing closer and closer.

However, you couldn't fathom how a father like Carey's would hurt him to such an extent all for what, region? It pained you to see him like that, but you did manage to deal with his bullies...or so you thought.

Today was prom day, Carey was the one who asked you, much to your immense surprise.

"And prom king- is- Carey white!" The lady spoke with a smile, you looked around, in confusion, this was strange, no one truly hung out with Carey or wanted to be his friend except you...

"Don't." You spoke to Carey as he was about to go onto the stage, You pulled him close into your arms as you peered down at him, "Why..?" He slowly spoke not knowing the suspicion you had.

"It's just too strange..." You gently whispered in his ear as he clung close to you.

You held him in your arms, not intending to let him go, "Ok..." He responded trusting you as his heart began to beat loudly.

"Kiss me.." Carey slowly muttered overcoming his silence. You pulled him into a gentle kiss.

"I don't wanna go home," Carey nearly cried in your chest, tired of hiding his love for you, tired of getting hit by his father because of his love for you.

"Home is the place where you are loved and welcome, so your coming home with me." A smile stretched on your face as he hugged you tightly.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

Inner Conflict

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Sam and Bucky being idiots, Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression

A/N: Here’s Part Three to my FATWS Series, which I’m making a masterlist for that you can find Here. 

Uh…it’s a little long, and I apologize for that. It doesn’t even encompass the whole second episode, only the first half, so a Part 3.5 will be coming out later today probably (it’s my day off work so I have all day to relax and write!) I tried not doing a line for line rewrite of the episode, but there are quotes from the show in here. Mostly it’s Reader’s thoughts and feelings towards what’s happening while conversations are going on around. Reader’s backstory is a bit more unfurled. It’s more action packed and more scene-for-scene of the episode than the previous two. Less emotions shared and less hurt/comfort type of thing, but that’ll be back in the next part probably along with more scenes not in the show. The next part I’m planning won’t be as long, it’ll mainly just be the Couples Therapy scene and a bit more angst with her and Sam and her and Bucky.

Because there’s four more episodes and I don’t know what’s going to happen in them, I’m kinda hesitant on spilling out exactly what is going on with the Reader and what her role was on the original team, but we’ll get there. Also, I wasn’t expecting to be writing multiple pieces for one episode, but if the other episodes are as packed as this one, prepare yourself for more parts than anticipated. We’re already on Part 3 and I’ve got Part 3.5 coming. Just bare with me as I don’t know what’s going to happen in future episodes! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! 

(Not beta’d so excuse any mistakes.)

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

Walking out of the shower, ruffling a towel through your hair to dry it off, you froze at the sound of the TV. A sigh left your lips. It’s all he’d been doing the last few days - watching the news. Keeping up with the tour for the new Captain America.

You peeked out of the small bedroom to find Bucky sitting on the floor, brow creased as he watched John Walker talk to the Good Morning America hostess.

“You shouldn’t be watching that.” You spoke up, leaning on the doorway, still patting your hair dry. He glanced over to you, taking in the towel wrapped around you, before looking back at the TV. Seeing you like that wasn’t anything new. “Buck, I’m serious. Brooding over it won’t make anything better.”

“What do you want me to do?”

You let out a sigh, shifting your feet and biting your lip as you thought about how to respond. “I-I haven’t figured it out yet. But obsessing over the new guy-”

“Aren’t you mad?”

You frowned at his question, his eyes meeting yours once more. “I told you already that I am.”

He tilted his head, which he did when he was confused, his eyes narrowing. “Why don’t you show it? Why aren’t you screaming or cursing or crying or something? You, of all people-”

“Because it won’t help anything, Buck.” You shook your head, pushing off the wall. “I want to. But if I let myself go down that road…” Dropping your gaze to the floor, you take a breath, collecting your thoughts. “This is such a complicated situation, James. I’m being contacted left and right for a statement on the new Captain. People trying to see my reaction. Senators trying to get me to meet with him. I can’t let myself snap. I can’t.”

He scowled. “They’re still bothering you?”

A dry chuckle escaped your lips and you nodded. “Makes me miss the days when no one knew who I was; when I was the behind-the-scenes seventh Avenger. But I made that choice to come out, and I have to deal with the consequences now. Blowing up will only-”

“Even though I never met him…he feels like a brother.”

That one statement stopped you in your tracks. Bucky’s head whipped back to the TV, his jaw ticking, his nose scrunching up.

“Did he really just say that?”

Bucky merely nodded, his chest heaving as he tried getting his breathing under control. “Feel like snapping now?”

You purse your lips as you held in the tears stinging your eyes. After composing yourself, you moved over and grabbed the remote, letting out a tiny sniffle as you did so. You tentatively touched Bucky’s shoulder, silently asking him if he needed anything from you. His response was to open his arms, so you quickly got down besides him to hold him.

“He is my brother, doll.”

“I know, Buck.” You pressed a soft kiss to his head, which rested against your bare shoulder.

Your bare knees are pressed harshly against the wooden panels of the floor, and you’re twisted awkwardly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As long as he was comfortable, you would take the uncomfortable position. As long as he was being held, you would take the soreness it would leave. As long as you could help him be some sort of okay, you would take not being okay in this position.

 You two sat like that for a few more moments before your phone buzzed. You gave a sigh, pulling back and holding his cheeks in either hand. He wasn’t crying, although he was on the verge of doing so. You’d seen him cry before, so you knew he didn’t mind. For you it was a different story.

Bucky had maybe seen you cry twice since the whole Blip thing went down. And one of them was over the phone, so he didn’t see it so much as he heard it. You didn’t let yourself cry in front of him. Or anyone, for that matter. It was a part of you. The only person you ever felt comfortable enough around to cry in front of…wasn’t there. And you couldn’t change that.

“We’ll figure it out.” You told him, nodding gently and letting a small, sad smile quirk the corners of your lips up. “Okay? We’ll figure it out.”

The clench in his jaw loosened as your fingers worked circles into the hinge, making him relax and nod back. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before standing up, moving across the room to where your phone was on the counter. You assumed it’d be another government official or news reporter, so you were slightly shocked to see ‘Sammy’ flashing up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you read his message, a slight pout forming on your face. 

“Doll?” Toned arms wrapped around you, warm and cool, his chin setting on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Sam. He needs my help with something.”

“I’m coming with you.”

You turned in his arms, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why?”

He shrugged, licking his lips. “You might need help.”

“Bucky, you can’t go if you’re just going to yell at him.”

“I won’t.”

You studied his features. He was lying, you knew that. Of course he was going to snap at Sam for giving up the shield. He was mad and they got on each others’ nerves every chance they could find, so of course he was going to.

But you still found yourself saying yes and telling him to go pack a bag. You were never able to say no to Steve and it seemed that got passed on. What a nuisance it was.

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And you were so right. It was the first thing he said once Sam came into view coming down the stairs.

“You shouldn’t have given up the shield, Sam.”

“James.” You squeezed the hand he was holding, voice pleading for him not to do this right now. He huffed, stepping back to let you greet Sam properly, giving the man a hug. “Hi, Sammy.”

“It’s been a while.” Sam commented, pulling back and holding you by the shoulders. “You look good. Not that you’ve ever looked otherwise.”

You gave him a small smile. “You do too.”

“Thanks for coming. I know it’s short notice, but-”

“It’s fine, Sam. Really.” You insist.

Sam nodded, before eyeing Bucky. “Did you have to bring him?”

“Samuel-”

“This is wrong.” Bucky cut in, staring Sam down, falling into step besides him as the man started heading outside.

“James-”

“Hey, hey. Look. I’m working, all right?”

You rolled your eyes as the two started arguing, stopping your stride to take a breather. You used to joke about babysitting them, but it didn’t feel like a joke anymore and you were getting tired of it. All the bickering for no reason. The contempt they held for one another. Steve made you promise that you would look out for them, and you were trying, but they weren’t making it easy.

When you joined them again, you raised an eyebrow at the direction the conversation turned. How the hell did they get from arguing about the shield to what a wizard is?

“Ahh! Haha! A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat!”

You gave Sam a look as he babbled about how he was right. “Sorcerer Mickey has a hat. Isn’t that, like, how he gets his powers and everything?”

Bucky grinned at you. “Thank you!”

“Excuse you!” Sam scoffed, pointing an accusing finger at you. “We were having a conversation!”

“Yeah. A stupid conversation I just ended. Now I’m gonna be in the plane. Feel free to join me when you’re done being idiots.”

They both spluttered, but you were already walking away, leaving no room for arguments. As you loaded onto the plane, you spotted the Lieutenant whom Sam mentioned who had been helping him out with missions. Torres, you thought, remembering his name from a previous phone call with your friend.

“You Lieutenant Torres?” You asked, walking up to him.

He blinked, before his eyes widened, a grin appearing on his face. He seemed young, which you were perfectly okay with considering you’ve been working alongside old men for the past decade. It was always nice to work with a fresh face, which you found after you started working with Wanda and Peter.

The thought of the two youngest members made you falter, not having heard from either of them since Christmas almost six months prior, but you quickly recovered yourself, shaking away the worries you had for them.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N! I’m a huge fan! I’ve read all your files!”

Chuckling a little, you held out your hand. “Most of those are heavily classified.”

He ducked his head with a little blush, rubbing the back of his neck after shaking your hand. “I, uh, I might’ve…used connections.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, throwing him a wink. “I won’t tell. Can you tell me what’s going on? Sam didn’t exactly explain the situation.”

He nodded, getting into ‘work mode’, something you’ve seen in most military men, informing you of their recent missions and the group known as the Flag-Smashers and giving you a file on them. He was in the middle of telling you about his solo mission in Germany when your two fellas came in, sending each other small glares, but remaining quiet.

Bucky caught your eye and sent an apologetic look your way, to which you just smiled at before turning back to Torres.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” You told him once he was done.

“Oh yeah. It wasn’t that bad.”

You laughed and nodded. “I’m sure. You seem like a tough kid.”

He smiled, before looking around and jabbing his thumb behind his shoulder. “I-I’ve gotta go, but-”

“We can talk later.” You promised with a grin.

“Really?!”

“Of course! I have a feeling we’ll be working together more, and I like getting to know who’s gonna have my back.”

He beamed and nodded, walking backwards. “That’d be awesome! Talk to you later then!”

You giggled as he turned around and jogged off, pumping his fist in the air. You turned to a grinning Sam and nodded towards where Torres left. “I like him. Seems like a nice kid.”

“He is. Very energetic. A little reckless, but he’s got a good heart.”

You hummed, the smile falling from your face as you flipped through the file Torres gave you. “So…Munich?”

“Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry again for taking you away from the search, but-”

“Search is off.” You informed him quickly, not looking up. “Until further notice.”

The plane went quiet, before Sam cleared his throat. “So…no sign of Wanda yet, then?”

You shut the file, looking up at the men whose features were laced with concern. “I’m gonna go talk to the pilot. Behave while I’m gone. No pushing each other off the plane.”

“Doll?”

You were stopped by the hand that grabbed your wrist as you passed Bucky. You shot him another smile, knowing it wasn’t convincing enough for him, but it being the best one you had. “I’m okay. I’ve just gotta ask him some questions.”

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Opening your mouth to stop him, you groaned when Bucky jumped out of the plane before you could speak. First Sam jumps without sharing the plan, then Bucky jumps without having a plan. Or a parachute. Or wings. Or anything.

Torres looked at you, but all you could do was shrug. “I dunno what to tell you, kid.”

“You’re not gonna do that, are you?”

“No.” You reassured him, shaking your head. “I’m gonna wait ‘til we land like a normal person and take my bike. I just have to pray that they’ll wait to do anything stupid until I get there.”

They didn’t wait. You’re pretty sure they didn’t even think about waiting. By the time you got to them, they were fighting - and losing, might you add - to six really strong people on top of two semi trucks.

Because why wouldn’t they?

Oh, oh. And on top of that, the fake was there, throwing the shield. The shield that didn’t belong to him. The shield that meant so much more than he would ever know.

“Hi, doll! Sorry we started the party without you!” Bucky shouted from where he was hanging off the edge, that close to the street and getting his head torn off by the tire.

“I’m so tired of babysitting you two, you know that?!”

“Oh! Sorry we’re such an inconvenience for you! Blame him! He jumped the gun!” Sam shouted, coming to fly next to you as you rolled up your sleeves, standing on your bike, using one hand to steer.

“Can I get a little help already?!”

“Sam-!”

“On it!”

Knowing that no matter how much they pissed each other off, Sam would make sure Bucky was okay and vice versa, you focused on getting to the top, where Walker and a buddy of his were struggling a little bit.

You climbed up to the roof of the semi no one was on, wincing when you heard your bike skidding across the pavement. There goes half your salary.

You couldn’t dwell on it for very long, considering one of the guys appeared in front of you. You recognized the fighting - the strength - and faltered, a memory resurfacing at a very bad time.

~

“C’mon, honey. You can do better than that.” Steve grinned at you, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Excuse me for not having super strength, Rogers.” You huffed out, taking it and letting him pull you up.

“You don’t need to be stronger than me. You just need to be smarter.”

“That’ll be easy.” You teased, stretching your arms before getting into your stance again. “You’re a dumbass sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, who chose to be friends with this dumbass?”

“Everyone needs a dumbass for a friend.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “So I’m your dumbass?”

“If you want.”

The grin he shot you made your heart skip a beat. “If you’ll have me.”

~

You blinked, but Steve wasn’t in front of you anymore and you weren’t in the gym in DC. 

The guy caught the punch you distractedly threw and twisted your arm, making you cry out, kicking him in the back of the knee and flipping him over your shoulder.

You went to kick him again, but he caught your leg and threw you against the side of the other semi. You were able to grab onto where Bucky had ripped through the side, but you winced as the metal cut through your palm. Sam had just flown under the trucks, taking Buck with him, and you knew when a fight wasn’t worth it, so you quickly moved around the truck, letting Walker and his pal distract the Flag-Smashers, before letting yourself fall onto the side where the grass was.

You wanted to lay there, to catch your breath and curse yourself for getting distracted. You hadn’t had a flashback like that in a while. But you didn’t let yourself. You had to make sure the guys were okay.

Standing up made you cringe; you could feel the throbbing in your shoulder from where it was no doubt dislocated and your leg was aching, the muscle probably pulled when the guy threw you.

“Doll!” You turned, seeing Bucky and Sam sprinting towards you a few yards down the road. “Hey, hey.” Bucky immediately had his hands hovering over you, scanning your body. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, shoving his hands away. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“I think I dislocated it.”

Sam frowned. “What the hell happened?”

You gave him a weird look, starting to limp across the field to where you noticed a side road earlier. “They were super soldiers, Sam. And we got our asses kicked.”

“Yeah, but you know how to fight a super soldier-”

“It’s been a while.”

“Bullshit.” Sam side stepped in front of you, making you stop. “What happened?”

“I-I just got distracted, okay?”

“Y/N. Look at me.” Bucky took your face between his palms, eyes worried. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. A tired sigh left your lips and you looked anywhere but his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just hurting. My leg, I think I pulled it or something-”

“C’mere.” Bucky turned and crouched down, making you blink.

“What?”

“You shouldn’t be walking. We don’t wanna make it worse.”

“But it’s just a strain, it won’t-”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just get on the man’s back, Y/N.”

You bit your lip before sighing and carefully climbing on his back. He shifted you gently, making sure to hold your leg with caution, leaning his head into yours when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. “You-you don’t have to talk about what happened. Just-just know that when you do…I’ll be here, okay?”

You nodded, moving to press your nose against the column of his throat. “Okay.”

But you could never tell them. How could you? How could you tell the world’s longest POW that you were having nightmares? How could you complain to an Air Force vet who served two tours in Afghanistan and watched his best friend get blown out of the air that you were having flashbacks?

You weren’t sure if it was PTSD or anxiety or depression. Maybe all three. It didn’t matter, though, because you didn’t want to admit it. You wouldn’t admit it. No one thought the Blip messed you up that badly. No one thought Steve leaving did that much damage. And you were okay with that. You were okay with them thinking you were healing - that you were fine - because they needed to see that it could be done. That they could be fine, too. Especially the men walking, Sam teasing Bucky per usual.

It wasn’t until a horn honked that you allowed yourself to be pulled out of your thoughts. A scoff left you when you realized who it was, switching the side you were laying on so your cheek pressed up against the cool metal of his left shoulder, facing away from the jeep.

You tried ignoring the guy as he talked about working together and shit, taking a shuddering breath, making Bucky squeeze your uninjured thigh. There was no way you were working with him. You couldn’t. It’d be like betraying Steve and you didn’t need that on top of all the other things you were dealing with.

You couldn’t deny the need for a ride though. The airport was 20 miles away and you were hurting pretty bad. You suspected that was the reason the guys relented, Bucky tenderly setting you down in the jeep between him and Sam, careful of your injuries.

You stared at your lap as Walker and Sam talked shop. You understood where they were coming from, you were always able to see both sides of the coin, but it didn’t mean you were going to willingly work with him.

“I got mad respect for all of y’all, but you were kind of getting your asses kicked till we showed up.”

You scoffed at that, finally raising your eyes to meet Walker’s friend’s. “Like you were doing any better?”

Bucky reached over to grab her hand that was resting on her lap. “You know, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you.” Walker faced you, eyes raking down your form. Bucky shifted in his spot, but you ran your thumb over his knuckles before he could do or say anything stupid.

“Yeah. I know. My phone hasn’t stopped blowing up for a week. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Walker frowned. “If you just answered-”

“I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you’ve done. I’ve been a little busy doing my job to blow smoke up your ass on national television. Sorry if my saving people’s lives has been an inconvenience for you, but some wannabe playing dress up isn’t my top priority.”

Walker’s brows furrowed and he was about to say something, when Bucky cut in, asking his friend who he was. You were already that close to jumping out of the jeep, when the guy, Hoskins, told you three that he went by ‘Battlestar’.

If the situation wasn’t so aggravating, you would’ve laughed when Bucky immediately told the driver to stop, opening the door before the car even stopped. “C’mere, doll.” He murmured, lifting you up into his arms bridal style, before walking off, tuning out Walker as he shouted after you two.

You pouted a little when you saw Sam still talking to the guy. “What’re they talking about, Buck?”

“Some nonsense about him not replacing Steve. Just trying to be the best Captain America he can.”

You laid your head against Bucky’s chest. “The best Captain America is Steve. He can never be Steve.”

“I know, doll.”

“Steve told me once that all he was trying to do was be a good man…it’ll always amaze me that he didn’t see he was the best.”

You missed the distraught look Bucky shot towards you, the look in his eyes almost heartbroken while you talked fondly about his best friend. The tortured scrunch to his features seemed to melt away at your next words, though, and he held you tighter as you curled into his hold.

“Just like it amazes me that you don’t know how important you are to me too, Buckaroo.”

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lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

please continue to send in asks !!

unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

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The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

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