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angelrari · 9 months

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emotional bruises · pt. iv

lando norris / carlos sainz x singer!reader

faceclaim: emilia mernes

a/n; hello! i just wanted to tell you i'm travelling so i'll try to update as much as i can, but somedays i won't have access to wifi. i left this part scheduled so i'm sorry if i didn't tag somebody. also there's such a big written part here and i just hope my english is fine! and once again tysm for the comments and reading this! it makes my heart full ❤

ps. carlos is coming i promise!!

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yourusername hi barbie! 💗

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jennierubyjane gonna miss you like crazy

yourusername i'm gonna keep calling you until you get tired of me

jennierubyjane never!!

username she's so unbothered exactly

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"i don't think lando is a bad guy". you said and jennie quickly raised her gaze. "a terrible boyfriend, but a good person overall".

"y/n, you know there has to be a reason why he decided to say that on tv. and i do agree that he's a nice person to everyone else, but he wasn't to you, at least not during the last months of your relationship".

"i know, but-"

"look. i think there are two- three reasons why he said what he said. one, his pr team are tired and decided to try to save his reputation. two, he's very aware that you two are gonna be in the same city soon and he's gonna hit you up. three, he's trying to get inside your head now you said you're doing well. if there wasn't a reason behind this, he'd skipped the question".

"do you think he wasn't honest then?"

"y/n, has he texted you since that day? when you broke up?" she asked and you quickly shook you head. "then no, he's not being honest. what would've you done if it was the other way around? if it was you and it truly was a mistake?"

"it depends on how he would've reacted, but i've probably tried to save the relationship somehow".

"right. he hasn't. we both know he gave up on this relationship way before that happened. one day you were the love of his life and the next day he didn't remember to text you back. y/n, enough is enough".

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yourusername had a tiny break before going to singapore (don't worry i'm getting on a plane now). i have a feeling this weekend we're gonna have so much fun ️‍❤️‍🩹

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lilymhe can't waitttt for our date👯

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lilymhe y/n first!!

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danielricciardo i'm gonna have to pick heidi up right?

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danielricciardo then i'm not going! (i'll be there in 30 mins)

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danielricciardo please stop drinking

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a girl's night out was exactly what you needed (or at least that's what lily thought). so she planned a gorgeous dinner at a fancy restaurant on the rooftop of a huge building and invited kika, heidi and carmen. laughter filled most part of the night (except when your ex was brought up), the bartender kept bringing new cocktails to the table and you swore you hadn't felt this happy in a while.

earlier heidi had figured out you were staying at the same hotel as her (and daniel), so she offered you to join them on their way back as he would be picking her up.

daniel couldn't stop joking about how drunk the both of you were. he adored you, you were always kind and caring, and he always loved your friendship with heidi. so when he realized that you didn't know that lando and you would be staying at the same hotel he decided to keep his mouth shut, knowing it would ruin the night for you.

at the hotel, you hugged your friends as you wished them good night, since they were staying in a different part. you took the elevator and waited until it reached your floor. your heart felt so full because you'd just spent such a wonderful night. but when door's opened and you saw the face of the man you once loved you couldn't stop yourself from saying out loud:

"fuck".

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

its.emilyp: and you'd be correct 😪

penny.garcia: SIR 🗣 AYO SIR 🗣🗣 SIR YOU LOOKIN FINE SIR 🗣🗣🗣🗣

reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Day thirty of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU. And yes I DID win NaNoWriMo, thank you for asking. ❤ This is the last day of NaNo, obviously, so I'm gonna take a little bit of a break from this fic due to being just sliiiiightly burned out from writing 1k+ a day in it for the past month and all, but I intend to start editing it and posting chapters of it on AO3 in the next week or two, so it'll be both easily bookmark/subscribe-able and updating on there soon!

They go through all the boxes, Tim suffers a bit for it, and Kon laughs and makes him suffer more, the bastard. It’s fun, though, even if now Tim would really prefer to never stick his hand in another box ever again in his life.

The last box Kon directs him to is full of layers of distinctly cashmere-esque fabrics, and Kon smiles a little and ducks his head again. Tim is disgruntled, but charmed.

They wander through the exhibits, and Tim feels pretty good about his activity-picking when he realizes Kon’s stopping to look at all of them and actually seems interested in all of them. They have to circle back a couple of times so Kon isn’t doing anything too super-powered in front of other guests, but they do hit all of them. Some of them are more interesting than others, in Tim’s opinion, but Kon still tries them all. Tim wouldn’t complain even if he were bored out of his mind, though, given how invested Kon gets in sorting and mixing the tables full of colored glass beads and making waves and whirlpools in the water fixtures and manipulating the kaleidoscopes and chimes and everything else.

Kon spends the least amount of time with the auditory and olfactory stations, though he’s happy to try all the little hors d'oeuvres that Tim assumes are supposed to be covering “taste” for the exhibit. Visual he seems generally curious about, but definitely tactile wins. Like–far and away, does tactile win. They spend twice as much time at the tactile stations Kon is least interested in as they do any two of the others. Tim doesn’t mention it in case it’s not on purpose. He still doesn’t want to make Kon feel self-conscious or anything.

Anyway, the tactile parts of the exhibit were the whole reason he picked this as a date activity, so what, is he going to be bothered by having made the correct deduction or assumption or whatever? Not freaking likely. Actually if anything he’s going to need to privately gloat to himself about this later. Bask in it a bit.

Also take some notes for future dates and things to buy Kon and whatever else.

More cashmere, to start. A lot more.

Tim sneaks a few more pictures of Kon as they walk from station to station. Kon laughs at him every time he catches him and takes one of him too, which is incredibly flustering. Tim cons him into a few selfies in self-defense, which turns out to be a terrible idea because it still involves him ending up in pictures and, worse, involves him ending up in pictures with Kon, who takes the excuse to press in close and kiss his cheek and just be all kinds of appallingly adorable, the asshole.

Kon uses the first picture he took as Tim’s contact picture and makes one of their shared selfies his phone background. Tim is mildly mortified but also desperately wants to earn lockscreen status, which is a terrible idea because what if Kon ever takes his phone out around the team or Red Tornado or, god forbid, Bruce?

Tim should definitely make sure Kon doesn’t put him on his lockscreen.

. . . but like, if he did . . .

There’s a clay station. Kon stays at that one the longest, making weird little abstract shapes and surprisingly accurate miniature versions of the sculptures tucked away in the corners of the gallery with TTK. Tim hadn’t even noticed him looking at any of the sculptures, but in retrospect he never actually needed to “look” at them, did he? And on that note, Tim guesses the accuracy shouldn’t be any kind of surprising either–Kon must have a really good sense of spatial awareness, if nothing else, and of how things “should” be shaped.

By the time they get through the last station of the exhibit, they’ve been at the museum almost twice as long as Tim’s most optimistic estimates had allowed for and he’s had to sneak off to the “bathroom” for five minutes to push their reservation back an hour. Tim has absolutely zero intention of rushing Kon, especially if he’s having a good time, so it just makes more sense to reschedule than to put him on a schedule.

Though he did have to actually make sure to go into the bathroom to do it, since Kon might’ve noticed him not heading that direction. Tim doubts Kon’s paying attention to what anyone’s doing in the bathroom, for obvious reasons, but he still probably would’ve noticed the date he was briefly concerned might be a supervillain just ducking around a corner to make a phone call ten yards away, no matter how Bat-stealthy said date was about it. Like, that seems like a stupid thing to expect him not to notice.

They stop by the gift shop on their way out–well, Tim detours Kon to it with subtle herding, anyway–and Tim manages to convince Kon to pick out a couple of things. He ends up with a couple of sort of fidget toy-type puzzles and a little three-pack of little tubs of a clay-like play sand in bright colors, which Tim thinks is probably meant to function as some kind of stim toy and was probably something specifically sourced to go with the event, and Tim “accidentally” throws in a couple of fancy candy bars from the front register. Again: Kon needs calories that weren’t directly sourced from cafeteria food from a definitely-not-OSHA-compliant cloning lab.

Maybe Tim can send Kon a fruit basket or ten while he’s still stuck at Cadmus. Those probably come in tropical themes.

Alternately, maybe he can just kidnap Kon outright and trap him in a nice new cul-de-sac until he gets used to it. He could get him actual groceries, then. Lots of them. Fruit and vegetables and entire spreads of “things that weren’t made in an OSHA-noncompliant cafeteria”. That’d be nice.

Also he could send that Hawaiian food truck by on the daily, if they were up for it.

They share the candy bars on the walk to the restaurant–meaning, Tim takes two perfunctory bites of each and tricks Kon into eating the rest with basically zero effort–and it’s . . . nice, honestly, just walking around together. Just being together. Not that this is new knowledge, after the mall, but it’s still novel enough that Tim can’t help indulging in and enjoying the experience. They don’t usually get much time alone together, much less time that isn’t spent either fighting supervillains or dealing with emergencies. So–it’s nice, yeah.

Tim likes it, he means.

They make their adjusted reservation, and Kon peers around the restaurant awkwardly as they’re led to their table. Tim resolves to do whatever it takes to get him to relax, up to and including embarrassing himself in some way or another. He’s probably going to do that anyway, given how most of these meet-ups have been going.

“Does it qualify for ‘nice’ enough so far?” he asks once they’re seated, and Kon blushes, then flashes him a grin.

“It’s okay, I guess,” he says, then bites his lip with a brief flicker of insecurity as he glances down at the menu–specifically the prices on the menu. “Um . . . are you sure you wanna spend this much on me, though . . . ?”

“I want to spend my entire trust fund on you,” Tim says matter-of-factly, and Kon lets out a weird little laugh and ducks his head again. It works a little better this time, since he has the menu to hide behind right now.

“I already like you, man,” he says, which is still inexplicable but not something Tim is actually gonna argue with. “You don’t have to keep buying me stuff.”

“I like buying you stuff,” Tim says. “I’m gonna keep doing it as long as you’ll let me.” And after that, he’ll figure out a way to sneak doing it.

“Just because you like it?” Kon says, glancing at him over the top of the menu.

“Because I like you,” Tim says. “I mean, no offense to the hostess, but I wouldn’t enjoy buying her dinner this much.”

Kon bites his lip, then ducks his head again. His face is red. Tim feels the urge to kiss him again. He probably should’ve found time to do that on the walk over or something. Or as soon as he first saw him. Or just at any point so far tonight, because the urge is getting seriously distracting now.

“So when you said you wanted to go somewhere after this too . . .” Kon trails off, flushing darker.

“There’s a late show at the planetarium about the sun’s role in our solar system and the life cycle of stars,” Tim says. It might be too loose an association, but . . . “I thought you might be interested in checking it out.”

Kon stares at him for a moment, then turns absolutely crimson and hides behind his menu entirely.

“Okay,” he manages, his voice a little cracked. Tim’s pretty sure he could’ve said he’d rented them a hotel room and gotten a less embarrassed reaction. So . . . that’s a thing.

Okay.

“I really do want to spend the money on you,” he says. “Apartment and all.”

“An apartment,” Kon says, glancing over the top of his menu at him again. “And bills and groceries and an . . . allowance.”

“Yes,” Tim says. No point in beating around the bush, he figures. It’s all things he’s already told Kon anyway.

“And not just because I saved your life,” Kon says.

“Not just because you saved my life,” Tim agrees. “I just want to give you those things. Or anything you want, really. Which–well, what would you want?”

“Um,” Kon says, just barely lowering his menu as his eyes skate away. “Well . . . could we like . . . keep hanging out outside the theoretical apartment and stuff? If we did . . . that?"

Tim feels something absolutely giddy and absolutely painful in his chest, hearing that question. Just–what does Kon think, that he just wants to toss a lease at him and never see him again? Or just only come over to . . . actually, wait, maybe Kon does think–ugh. Ugh. Fuck, that is not what he’s trying to make Kon worry about here.

“Yes,” Tim says firmly. “As much as you want.”

“Mm,” Kon says, biting his lip again. His face is still red. Tim wants to give him every single thing the world hasn’t given him, which he knows for a fact is a truly fucked-up and probably borderline-insurmountable amount of things.

But he still wants to give it all to him anyway, and then think up a few more things besides.

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auroraeternal · 6 months

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And last but not least simblreen gift will give you absolutely unique and gothique experience for your sims 3 games. I'm proudly presents you...

BLOODSUCKER UI

This would be a long-read, sorry for that!

I can consider myself one of the quickest creator of the most complete default UI for TS3 😅 But it would be impossible without help of @mookymilksims ❤ I used her BGM UI as a base, also for some reason regular method of creating DRs of loading screen doesn't work for me, so I used @justmiha97 Clean UI Loading Screen as a reference, what files Ii need to replace. And of course dino_rex with this thread on MTS. I also want to give a huge thanks for the testing and taking screenshots of the mod to @sagasimsworld and Mary_WW (she isn't on tumblr), because without them I couldn't find and fix most critical bugs in time. Also, even if most of the UI is replaced and it's fully playable, It's still need polishing and testing, so if you see any bug or some of the parts of UI that looks bad (e.g buttons that are near each other having different shades or smth like that), send me PM or ask with screenshots. Also this mod needs testing with different reshade presets, because I worry that some of them may enhance red colors of the UI and that may cause eyestrain. All screenshots are taken without reshade.

More info and screenshots:

Recolored most of the CAS, CASt, CAP, CAB (plumbots editor), Live mode, Build & Buy mode and Town mode (except map tags):

Loading Screen is compatible with any language (but has only translated in english and russian in main file and ukrainian translation in separated package (AE_BloodsuckerUI_LoadingScreen_UA), that contains translated files only for english and russian version. For working ukrainian translation in english game you need font replacement (Montserrat).

Yeah, image that I used on loading screen is different from that one I showed you on this post (it's my desktop wallpaper now lol). It's because required image for ts3 loading screens is 1024x768, and when I resize original collage it became squished, so I added more images:

In main file of the UI are added this mods, so if you have them, you need to remove it from your game: @fanaskhe-r update of More slots for topical details mod, cmar_nyc's Skintone Panel, Recolored version of Menaceman's Pets Relationships Icons (other relationship headlines recolored as well!).

I created my own replacement for occults in relationship panel, so @sweetdevil-sims icons or removing of halos isn't needed anymore.

For opportunities tab I used recolored correct Shang Simla Forbidden city icon by @thebleedingwoodland, and I definitely recommend installing the whole mod, just delete with S3PE opp_generic_china image so they wouldn't conflict.

Icons are from Freepik. You are allowed to use them for creating "Minimalistic occult relationship panel" with vanilla UI or other UI default.

Also I created compatible and recolored versions for some popular mods, that replaces parts of UI, you can download them in ADDONS archive:

Recolored version of Expanded Tattoo module of Nraas MasterController (installation in Overrides, and don't forget about CmarNYC Tattoos File):

Recolored and compatible version of @lazyduchess Catalog Search Mod (installation in Overrides):

Compatible version of Arro's 4t3 Replacements of Seasons and Lunar Cycle Icons (3 versions, install only one in Overrides folder):

Compatible and/or recolored versions of Gamefreak130 World Loading Screens Overhaul (Choose only one):

Recolored @xiasimla HD icons (both regular and medieval). Totally optional.

Not an actual mod, but desktop icons (.ico format) for TS3 with logo (2 ver.) and plumbob that I created for this UI.

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Credits: @mookymilksims, Fanaskher, cmar_nyc, Menaceman44, @thebleedingwoodland, Nraas team, @lazyduchess, Arro, Gamefreak130, @xiasimla for their mods; EA/Maxis, Freepik, Tumblr, Pinterest and Landing for images.

Used programs: Adobe Photoshop, Landing, S3PE, Notepad++, EasySTBL.

Fully compatible and recommended UI mods:

4t3 Cursors by Arro (I don't want make my own custom cursors).

Arro's No mod info.

Nraas Portrait Panel.

Ingredients Thumbnails fix by @tasteslikefridge.

Equestrian Centre map tag replacements by Menacemen.

Rabbitholes Map Tags Visibility Changes.

Font defaults: Font replacement by @simstate and Bigger size font.

Defaults by @alverdinesims: Build Grid, Objects placement, Skill and progress meters.

CC Icons Defaults: Replacement or Completely Remove.

CAS & Stylist Room Defaults: Monotone by @agnelid, Different by @cherdawn66, Empty CAS/Stylist, Gothic by @bast-sims.

Moodlets Icons Defaults: 2t3, 4t3.

Traits Icons Defaults (except Social Groups): 2t3, 4t3, Medieval, Medieval LTR by @aprilrainsimblr.

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meowmeowriley · 3 months

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Hi! First ask ever and English is not my native language so sorry if i mess up something or sound strange.

Please, i need to know more about 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 of your wip list. Anything you want to tell because i am frothing at the mouth at all of them but 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 in particular.

Thank you thank you thank you! I'll give you a little bit of each of those fics! ❤

4) Oh, Brother. Funny thing about this fic, it was supposed to be a one-shot 😅 too many people liked it though, so I had to keep going. I actually just uploaded a new chapter today! A little summary - Soap and Ghost's families think they need help getting together, so they organize an aquarium date! (Plot twist, they did not need the help, but they loved the excuse to be around one another) It was my first attempt at keeping the boys in character, I think I've done okay.

5) I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore. Oh look at that, another one that was supposed to be a one-shot. Honestly this fic is the one I've put the most effort into. There's a ton of art linked to the fic, drawn by myself and my friend. Ive even been working on a hand written Journal for Soap for this AU. Pictures of those pages are in the fic, and here on Tumblr. Ghost is a shape-shifting alien, and Price decides to keep him. He's violent and destructive, and he's viciously protective of his team. Gaz and Ghost bond over star gazing, Ghost and Soap are both insanely horny for one another, and Laswell pretends she's not as attached to Ghost and his alien quirks as she actually is. (She loves him dearly.)

9) Is That Gonna be a Problem? This is the fic that was supposed to be my first attempt to write a realistic and in character version of the boys, but then Oh, Brother happened. In it, Ghost had met Johnny and his twin sister Jenny when they were kids, and decided to reconnect as an adult. It's going to follow Simon and the MacTavish twins as they get to know each other, and eventually how Simon and Johnny got together. And then of course, the 141 learning that they were together the whole time.

12) Outlaw Outta Time. I absolutely love Red Dead Redemption 2. One day I had the thought that Dutch Van der Lind would absolutely love Phillip Graves, and the idea grew from there. Its gonna have Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo getting mixed up with the Van der Lind gang, looking for Graves, and trying to go home. All the while Arthur watches (established relationship) Ghost and Soap, and is jealous because he's been pining after a certain clumsy photographer (Albert Mason) but won't allow himself to have him. This story is another that I want to make a Journal for Soap, and also one for Arthur, so it's going to be a hell of a lot of work, and I'm excited for it! 😁

13) This one, I have the least for you. It doesn't have a name, all I have is the idea. I myself use they/it pronouns, and I honestly think Ghost would too. For this fic, Ghost would've been born female, had top surgery, and takes testosterone. Ghost is aware they present male, and therefore never corrects anyone for using male pronouns. Soap is straight. He's sure of it. Except Ghost gets him all hot and bothered. He's not sure how to feel about that. This fic is absolutely gonna end with Ghost riding Soap.

Thank you again for the ask! I hope this was sufficient, but if it wasn't, let me know!

#cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #fanfic #ao3 #text post #call of duty #trans!Ghost #agender!Ghost #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan/albert mason

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A lil' thingy

My second post in here.... After literal years xD (technically this would be my third post in here, but since that post is still on draft and never published, then lets just take this one as my second post lol) First things first- [★] I am a writter! '''(Fanfic writter) [★] [★] Will probably do some colorings and show u guys here '''(I don't really know how to do colorings but uh-- Perfection takes practice, right?) [★] [★] Chibi Drawings '''(Once again, I don't know how to draw, but I know how to draw some chibi(? more like square xD) drawings; I can probably show you guys some of my drawings that I made on paper lol) [★] [★] Theories! (I love making theories, even if it's about the most random and irrelevant thing lmao + I especially love making FNaF theories!) [★] [★] Analytics! (I'm really not very good at analyzing things, but I would really love to make a whole analytic post about a character or an story or something like that! Feel free to correct me or to add your own personal thoughts, though!) [★] [★] Respect! (Please be respectful. If you disagree with me on something, then feel free to say your own thoughts about it and maybe even tell me why. However, if you just decide to insult me because of my own personal thought, my own personal view, then do not expect me to even read your message. + Same thing with criticism! If you want to criticize me for something, be it my drawings, my opinion, my analysis, my coloring, etc; So go for it. I will always be open to criticism unless I say I am not. However, If you're going to be rude about it, then don't be surprised if I just ignore your "criticism". Being respectful and open-minded is the key.) [★]

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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Hi, can I request if it's still open? Feel free to ignore if it's not :D Can I request for angst to fluff with Sakusa? He somehow loses his cool and snapped at reader even though the reader was just trying to help him out. The reader would be sensitive one... kinda self-indulgent, I'm sorry ☹️ He immediately feel bad after looking at the reader's hurt face, because the reader has always been gentle with him and he never raised his voice at them. Ahh, also, sensitive not as in crybaby, but more like really upset and down and a bit petty. So he tries to make it up but the reader's kinda brushing him off weakly that makes him feel more guilty. Make him clingy and soft for the reader please ☹️👉👈 Ending with soft kisses and tight hugs, too?? I'm sorry if this is too much 😩 Thank you in advance, I really like your writings, and hope you're having a great day/night wherever you are 😄

more than enough

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW

a/n: anon, if this is self indulgent for you, imagine for me. I love Kiyoomi and I love me some making up soft comfort after angst HONESTLY I can be a bit petty myself 🥺❤ so I hope you really enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! Always let me know what you think too! AND DON'T WORRY YOUR DETAILS WERE PERFECT AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WORKS ❤✨

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Your boyfriend comes home late than usual that night. He opens the door, leaves his shoes right next to it, and doesn't looks at you before stomping to the bathroom.

You frown.

Kiyoomi always goes straight to the bathroom after coming home from practice, but after much insisting and a long explanation as to why kissing you hello is the correct thing to do, he had taken to always come and kiss your head before going to change.

So something is definitely wrong this time.

You bite your lip, and leave the book you were reading aside to follow him to the bathroom.

He's leaning over the sink, both hands clutching tightly onto the edge, his eyes trained on the water running.

Yes, something's wrong.

"Omi?" you ask, tentatively, and wait for him to somehow recognize your presence.

Whe he doesn't, still unmoving, you take a step towards him and place a hand on his shoulder.

He recoils as if you've burned him.

"I'm tired" he says, voice low and devoid of emotion.

You nod, still chewing on your bottom lip.

Training has been tougher than ever. The upcoming match with the Addlers is something the MSBY Jackals are taking very seriously, and you understand. Of course you do. You entered in a relationship with Kiyoomi Sakusa knowing he would always breath and talk volleyball, and professional playing demands a whole new level of dedication.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, your hand falling limply by your side "I know it's been thought, but things will get better"

"I don't think you have any means to know that" he answers, his hands finally releasing their death grip on the sink, and his eyes snapping up to the little mirror above the sink. You look at his reflection as well.

He looks exhausted.

"Well, no... but I just know it. You're a great player and you guys are one hell of a team that..."

He huffs, and his eyes finally move glare at you. "Honestly, the last thing I need right now is some catchphrases to cheer me up"

You frown, mortified, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at your feet. You're only trying to help "I'm sorry. I honestly just want to make you feel better... maybe if..."

"I'll feel better after more practice. That's the only thing I need"

"Yes, but also..."

"Don't you understand?" he snaps, and you look back at him when you realize that in the small space of your bathroom, it feels as if the ever calm and stoic Kiyoomi, is screaming at you. "If I decided to be done tomorrow, I wouldn't be able to leave satisfied. It would have all been for nothing. If I can't pay proper attention to what I do, then what's the point of it all?"

You nod, nervously, and your fear at his unexpected reaction makes you want to immediately hug him, in search for some calm from the storm he has become.

"Omi..."

"Stop" he growls, and somehow, he manages to make it worst than any scream "Stop, you're just no help. This...— you're useless"

The words cut through your skin like little paper cuts, and you almost mistaken the wet sound of water running down the sink with your own blood splashing on the floor. In a very 'you' way— always fixating in small things when an overwhelming feeling takes a hold of your heart— your first reaction is to stretch your hand out and close the faucet.

Then you turn around robotically, ignoring how Kiyoomi's eyes have widen after his words, and exit the bathroom to return to the living room, where you plow down on the couch and take your book once more between your trembling hands.

You're don't read anything, and the only word in your mind is 'useless'.

Kiyoomi trails after you, stopping only inches away from the couch. You feel his presence, hear him clear his throat, but don't turn around to face him.

He doesn't moves from his spot either.

"I might have said too much" he says, and you turn another page "I'm sorry"

"It's okay"

He sighs "I might need some sleep. Haven't been having much"

You nod, uncaring if he sees you.

"Of course"

"I'm sorry" he says again, and this time you try harder to read the words in front of you, making your best effort to see through the tears. "I'm going to take a shower"

As soon as you hear the water running, you close the book and leave it on the couch again, slipping on some shoes and leaving the appartment behind.

You walk for almost half an hour. Until the sun disappears behind the horizon, and darkness finally falls over the earth. Your feet bring you to a park near the coffee shop you really like— the one that has the only coffee Kiyoomi thinks is acceptable around. It’s a good place to take a break, away from your boyfriend for a while.

You've always known he can be harsh, sometimes. But never with you.

You've always understood that his dedication to volleyball had his consequences, but they just never affected you before.

Always so collected and soft Kiyoomi Sakusa had never spoken to you like that, and you think that's the reason you're so upset.

Maybe if words like knifes and hurtful accusations were more common between the two of you, you wouldn't have felt the need to get away from the house as soon as possible.

When the wind starts to pick up, and you have to rub your arms in search for some heat, you take your phone out of your pocket to look at the hour.

You have 45 missed calls from Kiyoomi and around 30 texts.

Back home, you open the door quietly, and watch as Kiyoomi stands up at the speed of light, his eyes searching for something on your face that can tell him that you're back to stay.

"You didn't brought a jacket with you" he says at last, after what feel like ages of the two of you standing in front of each other, without saying a word "It must have been cold outside"

You shrug, but can't help but rub your arms at the memory of the chilly night air blowing around you.

Kiyoomi moves as if in trance towards the coat rack, and takes your coat in his hands to go stand inches away from you. There's a pause in wich he seems to be waiting for you to lift your arms so he can slid the sleeves in, but when you don't do anything, he gives up and carefully draps it over your shoulders. His hands stay on them.

"It's not cold here" you say, looking up.

His hair is a mess from the shower and his own worried hands. His eyes are red.

You realize you've never seen him cry.

"You left without saying anything" he frowns, his fingers digging on the coat "And didn't answer your phone. You've never done that before"

"You've never said I'm useless before either"

Kiyoomi sighs, trying and failing to keep a pained sound from escaping his throat. Something shifts in his eyes, and the black seems more darker than ever.

He forces the words out of his mouth, his tongue heavy "If... if you need to go again, then please at least let me grab you a scarf. And take your coat... I—" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat, his grip on your shoulders only getting stronger "I can make something to eat for you. You don't have to eat it with me. Just take it. I... know you always wait for me to eat dinner"

"What are you talking about?" you ask, surprised.

Is he kicking you out?

Kiyoomi closes his eyes and tries to take a step back, but you grab his hand before he can go far "Omi?"

"I won't stand in your way if you need.... if you need to leave. Just... at least please tell me where you'll stay. And keep your phone with you"

You gape at him, squeezing his hand painfully "I don't want to leave!" you scream, and tears rush back to your eyes. Kiyoomi's eyes widen "I want you to apologize to me! You called me useless!"

He's hugging you before you can say another word, dragging you with him to the couch, where you fall against his chest and dry your tears on his shirt. He smells like the shampoo he always wears. The one you sometimes steal.

He smells like home.

"You're my biggest support" he whispers in your ear, raining kisses over every inch of skin he can find "I wouldn't want anyone else by my side. Please forgive me. Please"

You nod, sniffing, and he tips your chin up to kiss your salty lips.

The thought of Kiyoomi tasting your tears makes you laugh "I'm sorry" you say, chuckling, and he shakes his head and kisses you again, and again, and again—

"I love you"

You stop and smile softly, caressing his face. "I love you too"

"And you won't leave" he states, and you nod.

"You need to make it up to me, tho"

"I will" he promises, and brings you closer to his chest with a relieved sigh "I'll take care of you once you get a cold in a couple of days, for recklessly going out without a jacket"

You snort, punching lightly "Omi..."

"And without me"

You spend the rest of the night in each other's arms.

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imeternallylove · 2 years

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Since you're writing NCIS, can I request about the honor code, where Gibbs brings Zach to his house with you, doing his boat, and it's like true parents, but everything gets twisted when Shepard arrives? She mentioned that Zach's father might be involved with the lieutenant disappearance case, which enraged Zach, even though she didn't mean it. And the reader has only to calm Zach down while also venting his rage on Gibbs. Reader could be in a relationship with Gibbs, or not? 👉👈

awww thanks for this cutie request! and you know what, I’ve also drafted a kind of this plot for this valentine, so similar 😂❤

ps, I'm totally into Zach‘s charm, he’s such an intelligent boy 👦

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Gibbs x Reader

genre: angst, fluff, strong language and implied lemon(why)

words: 1,467 words

(gifs not mine)

"Yeah. Yeah, at this rate we'll have her seaworthy in no time." Step down from upstairs, you grin at the like dad-son Gibbs and Zach in the basement, they both sand the boat while you hold the pizza boxes and soda. "Boys, dinner ready."

"Maybe my dad can help when he gets back," Zach says enthusiastically, making you smile at Gibbs distressfully because of the cumbersome your team got.

Gibbs helps you in putting your food on his workbench. "Starving!" Zach makes his way to get out of the boat runs to you. You hand the little boy the single slide of pizza while Gibbs carries him down. "How was it?" You chuckle as you tenderly wipe the dirt from Zach's mouth.

"So tasty," you nodded admiringly as Zach clambered onto your lap. You pat his wet red-brown hair and lean against the wood, where Gibbs' eyes are on your relaxed face. He hands you the soda. You give him a small smile.

You suppose the three of you eat dinner together as if you were a real family. It makes you feel terrible that your team hasn't gotten any leads on recovering Lt. Commander Tanner, Zach's father, and that all evidence implies to him. Zach's only six, and you can't stand it.

Gibbs noticed your tension, but you already know he doesn't want to talk about it right now.

When director Shepard came, all of your enjoyment and distractions vanished in the blink of an eye. Gibbs keeps some space away from you by slipping out of your seat just a tad. That's an inch of agony, you told yourself.

"Hubba-hubba. Dinner at the White House?" Gibbs asks as she walks calmly into the basement, dressed to the nines and making you -just a little piece of your shitty envious to her.

"A date, actually." Shepard corrects Gibbs. "Must be an important guy for you to get all decked out."

You swallow the lump that Shepard is teasing or flirting with him. "I'd prefer if you just told me that you liked my dress."

"I haven't decided yet."

The basement becomes an unintended period of silence. So, you get up and clean the workbench quietly without paying attention to them, "Zach, Why don't you come upstairs with me and get a soda?" You suggest lightly, grabbing his hand and quickly walking away from the dilemma situation.

"You don't like that woman." Zach jokes as you open the fridge and hand him a soda. "Just our attitude is more difficult to get in a lock," you explain as you bring some soda to your boss and the director. "She's my director."

"I don't like her," Zach says as you approach the stairs, surprising you. You squat to his fluffy face, holding his arm. "Lt. Commander Tanner's case is quite difficult to the NCIS, but I need you to relax." You stroke his cheek, "can you do that, pal?" Then you lead the kid back to the basement.

"You made a house call to reprimand me, Jen?" Gibbs demands Shepard without knowing Zach and you have returned. You stop Zach, about to sneak out of here, but it's the same time when the director said something she shouldn't.

"Don't tell me your famous gut again. Zach is a great kid, Jethro. That doesn't mean his father's not a bastard." Shepard snaps at Gibbs loudly enough, and Zach can't help but yell angrily at the nonsense adults in defense of his dad. "My dad didn't do anything wrong!"

"It's a complicated situation," Shepard goes on to say in shock, exacerbating the situation for the kid.

"It's not!"

"Zach..." You attempt to calm him down. "Zach, there is evidence he did something wrong," Gibbs add explains to the little boy.

"It doesn't matter! I know in my, my stomach he didn't do anything wrong. You promised you'd bring him back to me, Gibbs. Please," Zach exclaims before shoving you out of the way, running up. You keep your gaze fixed on your two wacky commanders, frustrated. You let out a huge sigh.

"I can't believe how dare you two just did that." You turn away from them, follow after Zach.

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"He's not guilty, Y/N. He's not, he isn't," Zach sitting beneath at the kitchen counter, crying out, he informs you repeatedly while he leans into your embrace.

You kiss his brow, "I know. But the director wouldn't let us cut any probability things off until we found your dad, proven him truly no guilty." You hug him even tighter, making him feel safe.

Zach sobs into your chest, "I- I'm missing my dad."

"I know," you mumble worriedly, enraged at Gibbs.

"Hey," you look up, seeing Gibbs sitting next to Zach. But as Zach moves away from Gibbs and forces you to hold him, you place your chin on the boy's head, gently rubbing his back. "Zach, it's time to bed. I'll change your clothes; you'll sleep, okay, pal?"

Zach simply nodded. You get up and help him in preparing to rest. It's too quiet in a big house, but you heard something quite loud, and you didn't talk to Gibbs at all, he either.

You're about to leave the room after watching Gibbs lay Zach down in the bed, but your boss won't let you. "Leave me alone." You snarl at him in a bad mood as you storm close to the house door.

"No," he grabs your arm and turns you around before you can leave the house. You could tell he was in trouble by the look on his face, he made you vulnerable. You averted your gaze and spoke softly. "He's only six. You two causing his trauma went worse."

"You better think bout the investigation first, just leaves Zach on mine thing." Gibbs reminds you that make you blown a fuse rips your hands out of his grip, you yell at him in disbelief, teeth clenched. "Okay. You know what? Take the hell of this!" You bump your agent ID badge and gun into his hand, "I'm out of this case, doing your 'right thing' and, I'll be Zach's nanny from now on." You hastily leave his house and drive away.

"Y/N!" When Gibbs chases after you, however, you've gone a long distance away; he can't leave Zach. When he calls you, you also left your phone on his table next to the lounge chair.

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"Damn," you groan as you regain control of the car parked on the side of the road after your rage has subsided. You drown too much into your envy. You just left Zack with Gibbs, knowing he could take care of him better than you, but you promised Zack you'd stay as his friend. "God." You clung to the steering wheel, unsure whether you should go back to Gibbs' house. You just shouted at him.

You drive back in your slightly boozed-up. The conscience takes you back here. "Okay," you gasp against your driver seat, park in front of Gibbs' house, and turn off the engine, chugging the beer to clear your throat. It's close to midnight now, and the house has turned off the lights.

And yet before you can unlock the house door, Gibbs opens it, and you slump into his embrace. "Ouch- shit." You could hear his warm breathing, chuckling as he supports you inside. "Gi-b, Gib-bs, I-m--" You patter, scattered everywhere you could put your bag with car key on it.

"Here," he places you on the lounge chair. But you slam your body against the ground and massage your temples, staring at his icy eyes. It's was blurred by your sight. "Look, I'm just a jerk. I left Zach. I shouted at you." He takes his time sitting beside you and says nothing. However, it is more comfortable than it was an hour ago.

Gibbs only gives you his soft smile, which you don't get, but the heat from your cheek has increased. "Oh, come on, boss. Say somethin'! Scold me or slap my head, tell me 'm was wrong!" You get up, out of mind by his enigmatic expression. And he pinned you to the wall with that, his lips against yours, rough control of your tongue. He drew your neck closer to his lips, and why the hell are you obeying him?

You were melted by his touch, clutching his strong arms to keep from collapsing. When Gibbs breaks the kiss, he orders, "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me to stop, I'll."

You were completely blank and choking, thoughtfully. He's your boss, he has made his rules. The rule #12, but for the sake of your heart; shouldn't you have -followed it?

"Y/N-"

"Fuck that, rule 12," you mumble as cupped his face to blow a kiss. All you can see from your blood-crazed is a smirk of his.

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#leroy jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs x you #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis x reader #ncis gibbs #ncis fanfiction

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maybege · 2 years

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Redemption - FBI Part 6

Summary: You manage to redeem yourself. (Part 6 of FBI)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k | Rating: T

Warnings: loose mentions/discussion of murders and sexual assault, alcohol consumption

Happy New Year everyone! I am so excited to share this next part with you ❤ Please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

gif credit to @dudeitiskarev

You felt like you had been awake for 72 hours straight when there was still no end in sight.

The sun was rising over Springfield and you could see the traffic in the little town centre picking up as the world continued as if nothing had ever happened. You wondered if this strange feeling would ever go away. You felt sick to your stomach knowing what must have happened to these women and knowing that the life in town continued and that soon enough they would be forgotten.

But that was why you were here. To make sure this UnSub could take no one else so drastically from their life. And to make sure that the local police force could learn from your presence here.

Spencer was next to you, flipping through some files and so immersed in them that he did not notice how the entire team had gathered in the conference room.

“Okay, let’s go over it from the beginning,” Morgan started. He was standing next to Prentiss, both of them leaning against a sideboard. “Five women wind up dead, with their homes having been previously invaded, all of them have been sexually assaulted and stabbed. Hesitation marks start with the fourth victim and are all over the place although he is escalating more and more.”

“Why did the hesitation marks start later?” Prentiss asked, “Usually an UnSub gets more secure the more he kills, why did he start to hesitate in the peak of his confidence?”

“Maybe we should go back and investigate what caused this change in him?” JJ suggested.

“He chose you,” Spencer mumbled, completely lost in thought, still staring at the files.

“What do you mean?” you asked, busy studying the evidence board and trying to discern the geographical pattern. It really was all over the place.

“He chose you, that’s why he is sticking with you,” he explained and you huffed, feeling like you were running in circles.

“Yeah, but why did he choose me?”

“No, when did he choose you?” Reid corrected you, looking like he just had a revelation.

“What are you thinking?” Hotch asked from across the room.

You did not meet your boss’s eyes. Ever since your hug in the middle of the night, you felt like whenever he was near you, your heart would burst out of your chest. It was like you could still feel his hands on your back, his breath on your skin, the warmth of his body against yours.

How could one man confuse you like that?

“Garcia,” Reid stepped forward, “Frances McLeod’s landlord mentioned that she had recently stayed in a hotel while there was some pipework one. Could you check if any of the other victims stayed in hotels prior to their death?”

“One sec, sweet cheeks,” Penelope’s voice rang through the room.

“Meeting them at the hotel would be the perfect location to scout for potential victims,” Hotch agreed while Garcia worked, “Garcia, check for any overlap between employees.”

“You’re right, the first five stayed at the local motel and the last two spent a few days at the hotel you are staying at.”

“It makes sense,” Prentiss chimed in, “During the time his murders were further apart, he stayed at the same place, now that he is devolving he needs somewhere where he won’t attract too much attention all of a sudden.”

“Do we have any names yet, Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“Narrowing the list down as we speak,” she chirped, “Three, two, one – got it! Ralph Smith used to be a handyman at Springfield’s very own motel from 1999 to just this year where he accepted a job at the hotel for no apparent reason. And let me just say he is very active in the incel community.”

Prentiss nodded, “Okay, we know who he is and we know who his target is – we just need to find him.”

“We need an address, baby girl,” Derek said.

“On its way!”

Hotch had ordered you to stay in the car with the rookie officer, Neil.

“You’re unfit for confrontation right now,” was all he had said before he had passed you to step into the car with Morgan and Prentiss. You had not denied it. After all, you felt like you had been on edge the entire night. But that did not make it any easier to just sit in a car and wait.

You watched as your colleagues ran into the house, dressed in their vests and with their guns at the ready. Neil bit into a doughnut, completely relaxed, and you shifted in your seat, trying to see what was going on.

The radio crackled, your breath and heart and the entire world stopping for a moment,

“We have him,” Hotch’s voice sounded through the car and you felt both yourself and Neil breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank the lord,” the younger officer muttered before stepping out, “I assume you want to meet your colleagues?”

When you had first started working for the BAU, never had you imagined that one day you would see an UnSub that had also threatened you, personally. And how it would feel to have him sit in an interrogation room, suddenly faced with him like that.

Ralph Smith was a surprisingly unremarkable man.

And it unnerved you to no end.

He was towards the end of his thirties (38, as Garcia later provided), recently divorced and with a rage against women that filled him to his very core. He also volunteered at his kid’s church choir and walked his elderly neighbour’s dog during the middle of the night – a piece of information that you found more than unnerving.

You watched from behind the glass as Hotch and Rossi worked him over. But he just would not budge. He just stared at the crime scene pictures as if they did not affect him at all. It was frustrating. So very frustrating.

“This is frustrating to watch,” Morgan grumbled next to you and you nodded, “At this rate, we’ll never get a confession.”

Your superiors seemed to agree as they stood up, leaving the room completely silent and the suspect alone.

Hotch entered the room, looking just the tiniest bit dishevelled that made your heart speed up. His rolled-up sleeves did not escape your notice and you could not believe that even in this situation your brain managed to conjure up all kinds of images where he had his hands on you in the best ways.

“I think you should talk to him.”

Wait what?

“Are you serious?” you asked, immediately regretting how completely unprofessional you sounded, “I mean are you sure? I never –“

“Yes,” he replied, not giving you an option, “I don’t make mistakes, agent.”

“He is a textbook narcissist,” Dave provided, “It might be worth a try to not feed into it but instead … throw him off his rhythm.”

Remembering some of the interrogations seminars you had attended, you nodded, pushing back your shoulders. This was your chance to prove yourself. Both Hotch and Rossi believed in you and this was an opportunity you knew any newer member of the BAU would beg to have.

“Okay,” you nodded quickly, taking a deep breath, “I’m going in.”

Hotch nodded once, not smiling but not frowning either and instead just looking at you. He was always looking at you. You left the room, opening the door only to find that he had followed you.

“Should you feel unsafe,” he said quietly, watching the way your fingers wrapped around the doorknob, “You can always leave.”

“Thank you, Hotch,” you smiled, “But I won’t need to.”

“I don’t think you’re being very smart at all,” you announced as you entered the room.

You did not look at him until you had sat down.

When you did, the UnSub was clearly happy to see you, his eyes roaming over your body and you swallowed back the sick feeling to your stomach.

“You’re just jealous that we did not get to spend so much time together, woman,” he grinned, “you don’t realize that –“

“I don’t agree,” you interrupted him.

There was a momentary frown on his face before he caught himself again. “I don’t need you to agree, the only thing that matters is that –“

You leant back, crossing your arms in a way that you had seen Rossi do before. “Good. Because I don’t.”

The frown returned, an expression of perpetual displeasure etched onto his features. “What do you mean you don’t?” he finally snapped, “You’re not in a position to make a judgement.”

“Yes, I am,” you leant forward, letting the words slowly slip from your mouth, “And I don’t think you’re being very smart, Ralph. So, what are you gonna do now? Try to convince me?”

“You’re young,” he said, unprompted, “The youngest of them all, I reckon, certainly the one with least experience. Tell me, Agent,” he leant on his elbows, smiling at you, “Have you ever seen a mess like this one? Newspaper said the girls suffered … a lot.”

Immediately you noticed the way he referenced the women.The girls, not those girls. He knew whom he was talking about.

Sensing that you were on the right path, you continued.

“Meh,” you shrugged, “we’ve had better, we’ve had worse. It’s not really remarkable. You’d be surprised how many killers actually resolve to simple means of killing such as drowning, shooting or stabbing. This was … this was an easy case to handle.”

“Easy?” he asked, completely baffled, “Easy? You think any of this was easy?”

You swallowed, forcing yourself not to flinch away from the enraged man that slapped his palms on the table. He was so loud you were sure people outside could hear him no problem. But when you saw his red face, huffing and puffing as the anger seemed to fill him, you smiled.

“You think it was easy sneaking into the hotel rooms, finding the right moment to strike? You think it was easy seeing them ignore me? You think it was easy sneaking into your room? Who are you to tell me it was easy –“

When you left the interrogation room, you felt emotionally drained but also ten feet tall. You had made it. Once the UnSub had taken the first stone off his wall, they had all crumbled. He had crumbled. In front of your eyes and with no emotion he had admitted to the killings, explaining in detail what he had done and how he’d done it. How he had no regrets until the woman he’d killed turned out to be his daughter’s girlfriend.

You wondered if it would always feel like this. Heavy, kind of, but also light because now you got to tell the families the truth. Now you could bring them – and yourself – closure.

The team was gathered around the little table in the conference room, silently packing everything up.

It was the weight of five days of searching that could now be felt on everyone’s shoulders. You did not want to be the one disturbing it with your misplaced relief and happiness that you had managed your first one on one interrogation like a school book. So instead you just took a moment to take everything in. Derek smiled at you, rolling the evidence board back to wherever it had come from and through the window you could see Emily and JJ working on the press release while Rossi and Reid were busy packing up files and their own stuff.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you turned around, finding that (1) you had very much blocked the doorway and (2) it was none other than Hotch squeezing past you with a quiet “Excuse me.”

You tried to ignore how his chest brushed against your back, how you could feel his belt buckle slightly digging into your butt. His fingers barely touched your hip as he stepped behind you and you swore you could feel his breath on the back of your neck for just a second.

“Oh sorry,” you rushed out, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you hurried to step out of the door which only led to both of you being squeezed together for just a moment longer before you practically jumped away from him.

Hotch had his hands by his sides, his fingers twitching as he looked at you. His lips formed a straight line and you could see how his jaw ticked. How could he look so broad in just a suit?

“I know this was not easy for you,” he finally brought out, “so I just wanted to say well done,” he nodded and a smile of relief formed on your lips.

Take that Dr Johnson.

“Thank you, sir,” you smiled, “that really means a lot. You have no idea.”

Hotch nodded, avoiding your eyes but you saw the way his mouth tugged up in one corner and you felt your heart skip a beat. You almost expected him to correct you again but he just shot this knowing half-smile at you before turning to discuss something with Rossi.

“Ready to go home, kid?” Derek asked you, throwing a friendly arm around your shoulder and you smiled.

“You have no idea.”

The flight passed in no time, especially considering that you fell asleep as soon as you buckled up and only woke up when JJ shook your shoulder, telling you with a smile that you had landed. And that you needed to go back to the office.

“Whoever is responsible for shift calculation needs to get fired,” Derek muttered under his breath as you made your way down the stairs and onto the roll field where two cars were already waiting for you.

And as if to make the day better, as soon as you came back you found an email from Dr Johnson waiting for you.

Re: New Meeting Scheduled

Great.

Dr Johnson opened the conversation before you had even sat down.

“Your supervisor kindly handed in the evaluation that I requested.”

She did not sound pleased and for a moment you were afraid of what had caused her mood to change. Was she angry because Hotch had written a good evaluation? Or had he written a bad one? You tried to remind yourself that he had assured you he’d have you stay in the team. And while he might be many things, Aaron Hotchner was not a man that went back on his word. Never.

But you were surprised by how quickly he had handed it in. After all, you had just come from a case that had taken several days in which, you were pretty sure, it would have been impossible to find the time to write a multi-page report on anyone. Much less you.

So, you squared your shoulders and took a deep breath, facing her opens eyed. “That was quicker than I thought he would write it,” was all you said.

“SSA Hotchner believes – and I am quoting him here – ‘that the agent in question has proven to be an asset in the team dynamic and that the agency cannot afford to miss.’”

She trailed off and you waited a few seconds for her to continue. But she didn’t. And only then did the words truly hit you. Aaron Hotchner had said that about you?

“That’s – that’s good right?” you stuttered out, wringing your hands in the hem of your loose blouse.

“It is,” she confirmed, closing her file and taking off her glasses. You recognized an interrogation strategy when you saw one. “But are you sure it’s the right conclusion he has come to?”

You frowned, “What are you implying?”

“Agent Hotchner is a kind man,” she revealed, “who does not take lightly to someone in his team behind questioned. Whether that questioning is justified or not.”

That was the first time you had heard Aaron Hotchner being described as kind and you stopped yourself from laughing. Not because you found this description of him absurd or funny but because of all the people in this building, the last person you had expected to describe him as such was Dr Johnson.

“It’s what makes him a good supervisor,” you answered carefully, “He takes his job seriously, he keeps his agents in check.”

Once again, Dr Johnson ignored what you said. You were not sure if that relieved you or not. “I’m asking you now – point-blank, no afterthoughts – are you fit enough to be an FBI agent?“

There was no hesitation on your part. “Yes.”

“You didn’t seem so sure last time,” she reminded you.

“I wasn’t,” you agreed, “But now I am. I think I can really make a difference in a lot of people’s lives and my team members have helped me to see my potential and use it.”

“I’ll be quite frank with you in that … I don’t agree. “

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, waiting for her to continue.

“But I only have a consulting function here. As I explained last time, there’s no official reason to pull you out of the service and certainly not as long as your supervisor deems you fit for the job.“

You stood up, shaking her hand and smiling. “Thank you, Dr Johnson.”

She only motioned for you to leave with a grimace.

The walk back to your desk seemed so much lighter than any walk you had ever done in the large office building. You finally felt like you had found your place. Your place was somewhat safe here – the safest it had ever been – and you allowed yourself to be confident, for just this moment.

Hotch thought you were capable and that was the only thing that mattered right now.

“Look who’s all smiling and happy,” Derek teased when he spotted you. He had his feet up on his desk and you already knew JJ and him would get into a fake fight about it.

“Who’s all smiling and happy?” Reid asked, looking up from his computer.

But you ignored their teasing and basically skipped the steps up the short stairs, flying to the closed office door and knocking. A muffled Come in made you push the door open and you were face to face with your boss.

“I gather your meeting with Dr Johnson came to a satisfactory conclusion,“ he greeted you, putting the file in his hand to the side of his table. He was sitting behind his desk, dressed in the dark suit he was still wearing from your flight and you bit the side of your cheek.

“Mainly thanks to your evaluation,” you nodded, wringing your hands, “I, uh, I really wanted to take the chance and thank you, sir. I really appreciate it”

“Hotch,” he corrected you, “And like I said,” he said, his lips quirking up just the slightest bit, “I don’t make mistakes, agent.”

Hours later you were in a packed bar, cocktail in hand as you stood in a group full of strangers. While you felt like you could fall asleep any minute, Josh had invited you to join him and his friends on their night out to celebrate your successful case.

You had barely had time to change back in the office, not wanting to withy our clothes from the flight.

“So, you’re Josh’s roommate?” a man asked you with a friendly smile. You thought that Josh had introduced him as John, his colleague from his place at a law firm somewhere.

“And best friend, hi!” you introduced yourself with a smile.

“Yeah, me too,” another man slurred, looking not as friendly as you might have expected.

Your heart sank at the tight feeling in your chest. “What do you mean?”

John waved him off, clearly trying to tell his friend to stop talking. “Eric doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Sure, I do,” Eric protested, looking at you, “He says you’re a killjoy and that every time you join him on a night out, he never gets a girl.”

That’s bullshit, you wanted to say, Josh would never say anything like that.

But as you met your friend’s eyes across the crowd, you were no longer sure.

“What was that?” you asked Josh on the way home, sharing an Uber.

“What was what?”

“Your friend, uh, Fred?” you tried to remember, “He mentioned you said you did not want me here. That I was ruining your chances of finding a girl for the night.”

You looked at him, expecting an answer.

“I really liked talking to Amber today,” he said instead, acting as if nothing had happened and you frowned.

“That does not answer my question, Josh. Why would they say something like this? You invited me here in the first place.”

“I don’t know what they are talking about,” he calmed you down. But he did not seem angry in the least.

“Amber?” you asked a few moments later, ignoring how you felt sick to your stomach, “The one that kept interrupting everyone all the time?”

He shrugged, “She’s opinionated. I like that.”

You huffed, looking out of the window onto the moving streets, “If you say so.”

#maybege writes #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader

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kaywinchester · 2 years

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Little Wonders

anon request: Hi! Since your requests are open can you write a dean x daughter fic. So basically the daughter is a teen and it's a bunch of sweet moments all from the daughters childhood like from the first time he held her, her being a kid, her getting good grades in school and it finally leads up to her coming out as Bisexual to her dad? (He tells her that he loves her no matter what?) And she has like really long luscious hair but since she's coming out as bi she really wants to cut her hair and get a pixie cause well it represents her better and she asks dean if she can get a haircut and she does and he tells her that he's proud of her and that she looks gorgeous All this is really close to me and I hope you write it:) Sorry if it's detailed! Byeeeee❤

Word Count: 1,821

A/N: Hey y’all. Thanks for the requests! And bearing with me and this account. Hope you enjoy! (also I thought a good song to listen to for this fic is Little Wonders by Rob Thomas)

The day Y/n Winchester was born, was the day Dean Winchester’s life changed forever.

It wasn’t something Dean had in mind, having a kid of his own, but holding his little girl for the first time swaddled in a little pink blanket and looking into her hazel eyes was something so special and indescribable. His heart was filled with immediate love, and he knew from that day on he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe.

“Y/n, meet your uncle Sammy.” Dean smiled as he handed the bundled up infant to his little brother.

“She’s beautiful, Dean.” Sam smiled down at his niece.

Dean smiled too, but he had a lot of thoughts on his mind. He had never felt a love like this in his entire life. He was incredibly content, but also terrified. Thinking about the life he and his brother had lived so far, how was he going to raise a kid with all the chaos and hunting? It was a constant back and forth for a while, but she was here, and it was real. He knew he had to protect her and try his best to make her feel safe and loved.

.....................

“Daddy!” Y/n yelled out as she ran up to her dad who was waiting outside the elementary school.

“Hey! There she is. How was your day?”

“Good. Look what I made today.” Y/n held up a picture she painted in art class, excited to show it off to her dad.

“Woah, since when did you become a little artist? This is going up on the fridge.”

“My teacher said it was very creative.”

“She is correct, c’mon lets get back home, uncle Sammy is waiting.” Dean said as he guided Y/n to the impala, opening the back door to let her scoot in.

“All buckled?” Dean asked, leaning over the front seat.

“Yes!”

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Dean sat in the school bleachers on the football field, watching his daughter play in her soccer game. It was such a beautiful sunny day, there weren’t any hunts that him and his brother were working on so they took the opportunity to support their little girl.

Y/n ran across the field with her team, juggling the ball between her feet as she passed her opponents.

“Let’s go Y/n!!” Dean shouted.

The ball got passed back and forth between her and her teammates. It came back to her as she got closer to the goal, taking her chance as she had a clear shot. With one swift kick, the ball flew right into the goal, scoring the final point making her team the winning team. All the girls jumped up and down, cheering together in a group.

“Yes! We did it!” Y/n said with a smile brighter than the sun. She glanced over to the crowd to see her dad and uncle standing up, cheering and clapping with the rest of the parents.

“WOOOOO!”

She smiled and waved at them both, running over to celebrate.

...................

Y/n walked through the door after a long day at school. Sam and Dean were sat down at the table, they looked serious.

“Hi? What’s going on?” She asked, nervous as to what they were gonna say.

“We got your report card.” Sam announced.

Y/n sighed. She had totally forgotten that report cards were sent out that day, not remembering how her grades were looking.

“I-”

“It looks great! Sweetie, you’re nearly an A student, I’m so proud of you!” Dean smiled, showing her the paper.

“Wait really?!”

“Yeah really! This is better than I ever did. How’d you get so smart?” Dean chuckled.

“Must get it from Sammy.” She laughed with them.

“You, ma’m, deserve something. Go ahead and chose whatever you want for dinner, and desert.”

“Yay! Can we have burgers and ice cream?”

“Of course, I don’t know who would say no to that.”

“Maybe uncle Sammy if he’s craving some rabbit food.” Y/n joked.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I think I can enjoy burgers with you guys. I feel attacked.”

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It wasn’t long before Y/n found out what Sam and Dean really did for a living. Well, not so much a living, but their actual job they did. It was obviously a shocking surprise that took a while for her to get used to, but she adjusted after time passed.

Dean was very strict about Y/n being involved in the hunting life. She had lived a pretty normal life outside of what the two of them did. He was always fearing the worst when it came to Y/n and having the Winchester name. She wasn’t well known yet in the hunting community and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want any monsters using her against them.

Y/n however had other desires. She of course looked up to her dad, and it was hard for her to be excluded from that.

“Dad? Can I ask you something?” She asked nervously.

“What’s up?”

“When am I gonna be able to hunt with you and uncle Sam?” Dean sighed, it wasn’t the first time she had asked, but she was only 13. It was always a frustrating conversation, having to put her down and tell her she couldn’t.

“Sweetheart, you know how I feel about you being involved in all of this. It’s very dangerous. I don’t want anything to happen to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself if it did.”

“I know dad, but I could train and get really good. I wouldn’t slow you guys down and I’d listen to everything you’d want me to do.” Y/n said desperately.

“I appreciate it, I really do. It’s just not something we can risk right now, I’m sorry.”

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High school became hell for Y/n. It was so much different from middle school, and she wasn’t expecting it to be that way. She tried her best to make friends and fit in but it always felt like everything was going against her. From that point on, she always felt that something was different about her.

It wasn’t until she was 17 that she figured out part of herself, specifically her sexuality. It was the first time she was sure of something. Y/n was really thankful she had a few friends to talk to about it.

“Guys, I don’t know. I want to tell him but I have no idea how he is going to react. I feel like it’s something he wouldn’t know how to deal with. What if he doesn’t love me because of it?”

“Y/n, no offense, but you sound crazy. I mean, I understand your worries, but it’s better if you just tell your dad. After all, you guys are like really close, right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t think he would be expecting me to share that with him.”

“I know it’s a scary thing, but you should tell him. It would get it off your chest. No matter what, this is something you’re sure of, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“I think I’ll tell him later this week, he’s working a lot this week, I’d rather him not have anything else on his mind.”

“You’ll do great. You got this! And just know that we’ll always be here to support you.”

“Thanks guys, that means a lot.”

The thought of coming out as bisexual was terrifying, her dad was one of the most important people in her life. If he didn’t accept her, she would be crushed. Y/n waited until Dean got home from his hunt with Sam to tell him.

“We’re home!” Sam announced as the two men descended down the bunker stairs.

“Hey!” Y/n said with a little shakiness in her voice. She had been pacing all evening, thinking about what she was going to say, thinking about what Dean would say.

The boys set their bags down on the table, starting to unpack and discuss how the hunt went, until Y/n chimed in.

“Hey dad, could I talk to you for a sec.... privately?”

The two brothers exchanged looks, Sam giving Dean an understanding look as he casually left the room.

“What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Can we sit down?” Y/n asked.

Dean pulled up a chair and joined her. Y/n sat there for a minute, fidgeting her hands, biting the inside of her lip.

“Hey, whatever it is you need to tell me, don’t worry about it. That’s what I’m here for, kiddo.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay, um. Just don’t freak out.”

“What.... are you pregnant?!”

“No! no, nothing like that... um, I’m bisexual.” Y/n just said it. Looking up at her dad with a worried expression, waiting for a response.

Dean had visibly relaxed and thought for a moment. “Okay. I’m glad you’re telling me.”

“Are you okay with that? You don’t like... hate me or anything now?”

“What? No, of course not. Sweetheart, I want you to be comfortable with yourself, you shouldn’t worry about what I think about it, and I don’t hate you. You’re my daughter, I want you to love yourself not matter what. And if you feel a certain way about your sexuality, embrace it. It doesn’t make you any different of a person. I totally accept that, one hundred percent.”

Y/n released the tension in her muscles, not expecting all of that to be said, but her heart was filled with so much joy hearing that from her dad.

“You really think so? You’re okay with it?”

“Of course. Again, I love you no matter what, and nothing will ever change that.” Dean smiled.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too Y/n”

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A month had passed since Y/n came out as bisexual. She had been thinking about getting her hair cut short ever since. She had long hair her whole life, and cutting it was something she wanted to do, she thought it would be so freeing.

Dean had obviously agreed to let her get a haircut. She didn’t mention how short she wanted to go, she wanted to do it regardless of what anyone thought. She knew it would be a different surprise to her dad and uncle, but she didn’t care. This was something that she knew she wanted, it would match her inner self image that she had been dreaming about since she knew she was bisexual.

Later that day, Y/n came down the bunker stairs, brushing the short bangs of her newly fresh pixie cut off her forehead.

“Hi.” She announced, causing both boys heads to turn.

“Wow!” Both said in unison.

“So... does it look okay?” Y/n questioned.

Dean walked over to his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders. “It looks beautiful, Y/n. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I really do.”

“Good, that's all that matters. I’m proud of you.” Dean smiled as he brought Y/n in for a hug.

Requests are open! Taglist:

@jackjackljaqui @hunting-the-grievers @susan-is-in-the-house@flirtyonsie @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @justsomedreaming

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quick-drawn-a · 3 years

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a mctea drabble in return — ❤ @nightiingaled

It's with a start and probably his first full breath of air since the tumble that Jesse wakes from his two day, coma-like slumber; and EVERYTHING HURT.

His mouth and throat were dry and sore, with an ache that seemed to sink into his chest and PULSE there — the familiar aftermath of intubation making it incredibly difficult to catch his breath as legs twinged with numbness, arms pricked in pain and the rest of his body stiffened from the ache; familiar to that moment in what FELT like mere minutes ago in King's Row where Jesse had thought: this is it. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was STILL THERE, bleeding out on the cobblestone of some dingy back alley; it had felt as if only a few minutes had passed between that moment and now, but if the incandescent overhead lights and incessant beeping of medical machinery weren't enough, the tug of what looked like a million different cables hooked up to both him and those machines as he shot as much upright as he could was a pretty good reality check.

“Whoa — take it easy.”

A palm pressed square to his chest, guiding him back down until his head lulled back against the pillow.

He was still trying to catch his breath, and eyes were struggling to focus on the shadow of a man that now hovered over him, but he knew the voice as REYES — definitely not who it originally was a minute ago.

No — before it was a WOMAN, small, slender and gentle with her touch; he couldn’t make out a face, but her voice was familiar, even through the tears she cried. He had no doubt — he knew who it was.

Jesse's wide eyed and a bit lethargic as a hand grasps at his commander's wrist, pulling him closer and KEEPING him there as he works up the strength to mumble out his first words, “Where is she?”

“ — who? The nurse?”

Eyes clamp back shut from, not only the pang in his chest, but also a bit of FRUSTRATION. Reyes hardly ever left his subordinate’s side in situations like this, surely he was here in his room. He had to have been here, he HAD to have seen her...

“She was just here, I can go find — ”

“TAE-MI...” Jesse corrected firmly, grip growing a little tighter on the other's arm as he swallowed a bit of pain. “She was...she was JUST HERE.” He could make out enough of Reyes' features to see his expression deadpan, and his gaze narrow past him, like he refused to believe him. “No...I saw her! Right...RIGHT HERE. Right where — ”

There’s a hitch in his breath as he lifts his other arm to motion where Reyes was standing, words stuck in his throat as damn near the WORST pain he had ever suffered shot through his shoulder, resonating there a moment. It takes a few seconds to blink through the pain enough for him to even BEGIN to comprehend what he was seeing — or, rather, not seeing in front of him. His breathing gradually grew labored, and the monotonous rhythm produced by the ECG next to him began to pulse a little faster the longer he stared at the void where his hand WOULD be, given it was still attached to his now also nonexistent forearm.

And it all starts coming back to him in troves.

His arm — the immense pain for what felt like HOURS...the mission and the moment the rest of the team pulled up to his rescue...ALL OF IT. Save for the ride back where he began to doze in and out of consciousness, it was all there.

Who knows what kind of pain-relieving, wild dream-inducing cocktail they’ve had him on here; hell, before he even got here he was probably already over fifty percent SALINE and MORPHINE — more than enough to do the trick.

But, this dream...it all felt so REAL — of course, so did his arm; and that wasn’t there anymore either. Apparently, just like Tae. It’s been months since he last saw her — HEARD from her, even. His heart ached night after night, not knowing where she was, who she was with, DEAD or ALIVE; it weighed heavy on him, and people like Reyes could see it, Jesse knew. He assumed it’s why his accusation didn’t even phase the commander, why he didn’t ask questions or think twice about WHY that’d be the first damn thing out of his mouth after practically meeting DEATH HIMSELF.

But that very ‘dream’ was also very much the reason he was here now — simply, because she told him to be. She came to Jesse and told him NOT to give up on her. Something he’s already done once — something he had no intention to do again. So he FOUGHT, destroyed odds to be here in this room right now because he damn sure wasn’t going to let her down AGAIN —

all for a dream — a hallucination, a WISH...

He finally lets go of Reyes, retreating back to himself as the room filled with a heavy silence. The heartrate monitor slowly resumed a normal pace, but Jesse’s eyes seemingly roamed everywhere but to his commander, as if looking for answers to questions he had yet to ask.

“Glad you pulled through — not sure I��d be able to live with myself if you didn’t.” Reyes finally hummed in a low tone, rising to his feet to take a step back from the bed, towards the door. “I’ll radio Angela; there’s a few more tests they’ll wanna run now that you’re awake, and...I’ll have her go over your options with you. Think it’d be best if you heard it from her, not me.”

Jesse didn’t say anything, or even acknowledge the other man as the door shut behind him; he just stared at that chair pulled up to his bedside where even she sat, waiting — wondering just how much, if any, of that dream would come true.

#✯ — тнιѕ lιғe'ѕ never υnevenтғυl × [ drabble ]#✯ — ι aм тнe мoon × [ nightiingaled ]#nightiingaled #happy birthday i didn't proof read but i love u lots — ❤

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xenokiryu · 6 years

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5, 9, 10 and 11 for the marvel asks!

Took me forever because mobile didn’t notify me and plus seeing “Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom” happened—

5. Who’s your least favorite Marvel Superhero and why?

×× I don't hate them as a character and I don't exactly have a least favorite Marvel Superhero, but I don’t exactly care much for Captain America. Like I still like him, He’s a good character and so forth.

×× But it’s the way the fandom (MCU) and how the MCU treats him that makes me put him there in the first place, it’s the whole “High pedestal” type deal and it kind of aggravates me because he’s still human, he still makes mistakes and still has to own up to them.

×× He’s still a good solid favorite though among many, he’s a good-natured character but like I said it’s more or less how he’s treated that causes me to force my hand into putting him there in the first place.

9. Any underrated Avenger? Any overrated Avenger?

×× When I hear “underrated” the first that comes to mind would probably be Scott Lang//Ant-man, namely because it seems like he gets the boot an awful lot and it feels a lot like by a majority of people. He’s a good character, he’s a dad who’s trying his best to be the person he needs to be for Cassie. I’m also gonna include Hope Van Dyne because it seems that she too got the short end of the stick, in fact, I can even include the Guardians of the Galaxy DESPITE them not being Avengers at all.

×× When it comes to overrated? I’d have to say It’s a tag team tie between Captain America (again) and both Loki & Bucky despite them not really being Avengers at all, there’s nothing wrong with them as a whole and they do deserve their fan base, it’s just— that’s kind of all you ever really hear about to be honest.

10. Which Avenger deserved better and why?

×× This is a seriously loaded question because they honestly ALL deserved so much better than what they were given, but I’m calling favoritism here and will flat out say Tony Stark.

×× I’m all Tony Stark if you can’t tell amongst the whole GOTG spam, the man has gotten the short end of the stick in everything and has been blamed for everything imaginable despite others being equally guilty, he tries to own up to his actions and right the damage, something both he and Wanda share in common (if you haven’t compared yet). Do I excuse him for things he’s done? Absolutely not, but you can’t keep shooting someone down every time they try to learn, correct, and fix their mistakes.

×× So Tony Stark deserving better? Most certainly, hell even Bucky deserves so much better as does everyone else that has ties to the Avengers.

11. Favorite MCU movie?

×× This is a no-brainer, my favorite ever to grace ever? Sorry “Iron man”, as much as you got me into Marvel back in 2008, you sadly are not my all time favorite MCU movie, still love you though! ❤

×× But my favorite MCU movie? “Guardians of the Galaxy” for a good number of reasons, but the main reason being that both films (yes both) came out during really rough periods of my life and both managed to pick me right back up. I can say I owe the cast and crew a lot for making those movies happen and talking about it alone is enough to make me cry. But GOTG is a favorite because it picked me right back up and told me essentially to get back up and stop being an idiot.

×× But if I didn’t factor that in, then “Iron man” really would have been listened here as a favorite MCU movie.

Feel free to send in some yourself!

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ushijima telling his s/o he wants to have kids with her after doing the deed and then finding out she also wants the same thing 🤭 could be nsfw or not, depends on you~~

a family with you

- Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

a/n: hey lovely anon! here's your request! I'm still curious, because I did got another request exactly like this one, and I'm still wondering if that was also you. If it wasnt, then what a wonderful coincidence!!! and if it was you, then here you go!! I hope you enjoy it, I loved writing about ushijima so much 🥺 and I did end up deciding to make it nsfw, hope you dont mind 🤭 always let me know what you think, and if you need me to write anything different. Hope you like it!! ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Rubens Romero has his father's eyes. They're bigger, and more round— but still are Nicollas's eyes. Ushijima watches him walk around the locker room, shyly looking up to the players that chat animatedly with one another, while he waits for his father to finish showering.

"Cute kid, right?" Fukuro tells him, sitting down next to him "Looks like an exact copy of his father"

"Yes, I was just thinking that"

The captain nods, smiling, and whistles to get the little kid's attention "Hey, Rubens! Come here!"

The boy blushes, but complies, walking slowly towards the two players sitting down on the bench. His fist are closed and his eyes are downcast when he stops in front of them.

"Hello" he greets them both.

Fukuro chuckles "How are you, boy? Did you enjoy the game?"

Rubens rubs his left arm, eyes still down "Yes, I did very much so"

Ushijima can't remember how he looked when he was a kid. His father might have some pictures of him; maybe there's a couple on his grandmother's house. But he can't remember.

"Wanna give us a high five?" Fukuro asks, and Rubens looks at him timidly before nodding, a smile appearing in his small face.

He high fives Fukuro, and then looks hesitantly at Ushijima. The Wing Spiker blinks.

"Come on" Fukuro encourages him "Give him your hand so he can high five you"

"Very well"

He extends his arm towards the boy, palm up, and soon feels the weight of the little hand on top of his. Ushijima's never seen a kids hand from up close before.

It's tiny, much more tinier than his.

And warm.

Nicollas Romero comes around in that moment, taking his kid in his arms "There you are. Did you behave?"

"He was the best boy ever" Fukuro says, and Rubens hides his face on his father shoulder.

"Did you told them about your volleyball classes?"

"He's taking volleyball classes?" Ushijima asks, and Nicollas nods and nudges his son.

"Come on, tell them"

"I'm... taking beach volleyball classes because I want to be like the Ninja" he whispers, and promptly hides his face once more.

Fukuro chuckles, clapping his knees "Well who would tell? Your kid's hero is a player from one of our rival teams"

"And you're okay with him playing beach volleyball?" Ushijima asks again, ignoring the turn in conversation.

Nicollas stares at him in confusion "Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"

"You're an indoor player" Ushijima states "Why would you want your child to be a beach volleyball one?"

"I don't really get your point, Wakatoshi" Fukuro says, frowning, but Nicollas only laughs and pats his son on the back.

"Because he can be whatever he wants, that is!" he exclaims, his accent more prominent when he talks loudly.

"But it would be different from you"

"It would still be him. I don't even mind if it turns out that he doesn't wants to be a volleyball player by the end"

When he was kid, his mother used to talk about correcting his left-handedness. Ushijima might not recall how he looked back then, but he does remembers the quiet conversations around him, and the strange looks his grandmother would give him when she catch him drawing.

It it hadn't been for his father, and his decision in not letting anyone change him, Ushijima knows now that there's a high chance he wouldn't be the athlete he is today.

He opens his hand to look at it, on his way back from the stadium. He imagines himself in Nicollas shoes, guiding a little child steps. He pictures a small, gentle boy with his eyes and his hair, that draws little suns with his left hand in a white paper by his side, with no one to question why he's not like the rest.

No, he wants the little boy to have your eyes.

When the taxi pulls to a stop in front of his building, Ushijima comes to a decision.

He finds you sleeping on the couch, a cushion firmly held between your knees and your pillow in your arms. You've had a long week at work, and that's why he didn't mind that you didn't came to his practice match. You never miss the important ones anyway.

He leaves his keys on the table and his bag on the floor, and takes a couple of steps towards you until he can clearly see your chest rising and falling in tempo with your peaceful breathing. He can't help it, and honestly doesn't even tries to. His eyes travel down your body until they reach your stomach, and he pauses to admire it.

He thinks about you carrying his child, about the way your body would change to welcome a new life created by the two of you. He tugs on his sudenly tight pants and kneels in front of the couch, trying to slowly remove the cushion between your knees without waking you up.

He succeeds, and you only frown and hug your pillow tighter when he parts your legs, him sliding your shorts and panties all the way down to your ankles, discarding them on the floor soon after.

He doesn't waste time in bringing his mouth to your entrance. The taste of you explodes on his tongue, rich and heady, and it takes four long licks for you to fully wake up, his name caught in your throat, as short surprised moans are the only thing able to leave your mouth. Ushijima reaches up, his hands grasping your hips and pulling you more fully against his mouth. You moan again, loud and free, sleep soon abandoning your mind, and your sounds only spur him on even more; Ushijima wants to devour you, to keep the flavor of you in his mouth always. When his tongue breeches you, sliding into your body with ease, you twist the fingers you've previously buried in his hair, holding him against you.

"Toshi... Toshi please!"

The moment he seals his lips around your nub, sucking as his tongue lashes on the bud, two fingers stroking your inner walls, you scream, shock and pleasure battling for dominance on your features. Ushijima doesn't let up, building your pleasure quickly, and you peak again, bucking your hips into his mouth. His breath catches as he flicks his gaze up and sees you pulling at your nipples through your shirt, trying to extend your pleasure, and it's only after you peak a third time that you beg, trying to squirm away from him on the couch “Oh stop, please, I can't again... Toshi...”

His face is wet with your pleasure, his tongue aching from use. Ushijima stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pressing the other one into his cock as he rises. There's nothing he wants more than to free himself from his pants, to sink into you and fill you up to the brim because he wants... His gaze goes back to your belly, to the skin he can see now that your shirt has risen up.

Your lower abdomen swelling, stretching to accommodate a child that he would place there. You're positively soaked, and Ushijima knows how good you will feel clenching around him.

He takes you on his arms and carries you back to the bedroom, your disbelieving laugh against his shoulder.

"Something happened at today's game?" you ask, chuckling as you watch him pull his shirt up his head and make quick work of his shorts, his glistening cock finally free.

"Yes" he answers you, before joining you in bed and easing into you.

He holds himself in place when he bottoms out, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him. You immediately rock your hips, urging him to move, and he takes the hint and pulls out only to push back in. You both inhale sharply as he keeps thrusting shallowly at first; then soon grabbing your hips and starting a brutal pace to fuck you relentlessly.

He knows what he wants. He wants you full with his cum. He wants you pregnant because he loves you, and on the way home he realized he didn't knew how much he wished for family of his own until that moment.

And yet, he can't just make love to you slowly.

For all his self restrain and dedication on his field, it's impossible for Ushijima not to lose himself when it's about you— about your cunt and how it always feel like it was made just for him.

"I want... this— oh god..." he tries to explain, but has to close his eyes and bite his lip because the feeling is too much, and then you're dragging him down to kiss you, your tongue eagerly finding his.

One of his hands goes to touch your stomach when he senses his about to cum. He wants to feel it— he wants to push his load there, put a child inside you; and then you're sudenly arching your back and grasping his hand to keep it there as you cum, with him following soon after.

"I feel like I should explain" he says after you both come down from your high, your head already resting on his shoulder as always, one of his hands on your small back.

"Oh, you really don't have to explain. I'm just happy I could enjoy this" you snicker, but still look up at him, as in waiting.

Ushijima looks into your eyes.

Your eyes.

"I want to have a child" he says, without beating around the bushes "I want to have a child with you"

"Oh"

He's afraid for a moment, because you two haven't discussed that, and maybe he's overstepping a line. It wouldn't be the first time, and although you've always been extremely patient with him, he feels like this is something all too different.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" he frowns "It wasn't my intention"

You sit down quickly, pushing your hair behind your ears and biting your lower lip— your hands closed on your knees. He pulls himself up too, his back against the head of the bed.

"You didn't make me feel uncomfortable"

"I'm glad to hear that"

"Because I want a kid too"

Silence.

Ushijima blinks. "You do?"

"So... I'm assuming this isn't you finally catching up in all the signs I've been giving you then?"

Ushijima tilts his head to the side "What signs?"

You huff, frustrated, but with a smile on your lips "All the signs! The magazines about babies, my talk over dinner about an imaginary friend that doesn't exists finding out she's pregnant? Me stopping on the street while we walk to pointedly show you any baby related article we find?"

Ushijima's expresion is one of clear confusion "You don't have a pregnant friend, then?"

You laugh, lightly pushing his arm and moving to sit on his lap "Toshi, I want to have a baby with you"

A baby with you.

A kid to raise together.

Ushijima traces the shape of the ring on your finger with a smile "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you"

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