#I know it's not everyone's cup of tea and I didn't want to like bother anyone D8

[luveline]

Hi Jade! Your writing just got me hooked on criminal minds so can you do something with badass!reader and something related to how Spencer deals with her closing herself off because she jus doesn’t know how to be emotionally vulnerable? I can’t think of a specific situation but I trust ur talent 🫶🏼

ty! ♡ fem, 1k

Spencer can't see your face when you curl away like this. You've turned your head to the window, your arm wrapped around your waist and your shoulder in no danger of touching his. 

Despite this, he knows you want him near you. You'd pulled him aside casually before entering the jet to ask if he'd sit with you. So, you can continue your slouched cold shoulder if you like, but Spencer's confident that you don't mean it personally, he won't take it that way. 

It was a kid, this time. Whenever the BAU fails to pull through and a child dies, you take it hard, as does everyone else. The only difference with you is that if it were any other situation, you'd soldier through, pretending that it didn't hurt you. When cases like this happen you don't bother pretending.

You're taking it especially hard, perhaps because you were reprimanded. You edged your way into somewhere you shouldn't have and accused the wrong man. Spencer doesn't know what Hotch said to you to wound you this deeply, but he can imagine it was something along the lines of forsaking your hot-headedness. Spencer knows from personal experience that it's going to stick around, a what if like cancer in your head that grows and grows. What if Hotch was right? And what if your bad decision was the weight that tipped the scale out of favour? 

He makes sure that no one can listen before he leans in toward you. "You okay?" he asks quietly. 

"I'm fine," you say, shrugging without looking away from the window.

He checks behind him. Hotch is in the kitchenette, a cup of coffee and a case file balanced in one hand, a tea kettle in the other. Morgan lays across the couch with Emily in the chair adjacent, reading. JJ texts to Spencer's right. She can definitely hear everything he's about to say, but he'll get over it. 

"You remember when he yelled at me in Tennessee?" he asks. "In front of the team? I thought he'd be mad at me for weeks, but–" 

"It's not Hotch I'm thinking about." You lean back in your chair properly, tipping your chin up. You look as though you've swallowed something sharp. 

"I know," Spencer says. He digs through his messenger bag for the drink he bought before take off, a half litre of your favourite. 

He presses it into your hand. 

"I'm okay," you say, taking it. You weigh it back and forth, the liquid sloshing heavily, your eyes tracking the wave.

"Just drink it. It'll help your headache." 

You unscrew the cap of your drink. "How did you know I have a headache?" you ask between little sips. 

Spencer just knew. Same way he knows you don't want to talk about the case, no matter how badly you need to. 

Your hand lays restless on your thigh, twitching like you're in the midst of a bad dream. The jet is dim but not dark, the lines and valleys of your face gently shadowed. He knows he could kiss your cheek and cheer you up if he had the courage. He thinks about it until he goes half mad. 

"I wish I was like you," he murmurs. "I know it doesn't always work out, but you're not afraid to mess up. That's a good thing." 

You turn your cheek into the chair. For the first time in hours, he can see all of you. Your shoulders relax, your eyelids slightly droopy. 

"Maybe I'd mess up less if I weren't," you say. 

"But you do more good taking a chance on things than bad." Spencer can't summon the courage to kiss your cheek, but he can take your unhappy hand into his. 

You close your eyes. Tentative, Spencer presses the back of your hand to the front of his, drawing half circles into your palm. You let him do it for long, slow minutes, nothing but the hum of the engine and his skin brushing yours. 

When your lip wobbles, he curls his hand closed around yours. 

You aren't upset about Hotch, he knows that. You're upset about something they couldn't change, because they weren't fast enough. It's a team failing that you've taken onto your shoulders, and it isn't right. Spencer gives the plane one last look before he darts forward. He stops short, his face next to yours, and sighs. 

You turn away from him before he can kiss your cheek. 

You've never had a problem bragging about how much you like Spencer. When somebody tells him to stop talking, you listen. When others roll their eyes, you smile and poke at his sides teasingly. Usually, you'd let him kiss you. He grits his teeth and buckles up. If you can't be vulnerable, he can be twice; failed kisses don't bother him if it's in an attempt to cheer you up.  

"What can I do?" he asks, pulling your joined hands to his chest. 

"Nothing. Sorry. Nothing, I'm fine." 

"Can we please work on the assumption that you're not fine? And that I'm here?" 

You frown at him. Slowly, your frown turns to a less horrifying impassiveness, and not long after that you're pressing your cheek to his shoulder. 

"Can we not talk? Would that be okay?" you whisper. 

"Sure. Of course it is." 

You nod gratefully into his arm. He lets his nose sink into the top of your head, not giving much thought to how uncomfortable it is. His arm comes up to stroke yours, but when JJ stands he drops it. 

"Thank you, Spencer," you murmur. 

"You're welcome. Now be quiet." 

He can feel the shape of your smile against his arm, small but real. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[mrsnancywheeler]

invisible string // finnick odair x reader

based of this request:

congrats on 700 followers!! you deserve it sm!!💜 ahh i’m so indecisive, i wanted to send a 🪻 but i can’t choose between these songs: invisible string, delicate, or slut! so whichever inspires you the most! ik it’ll be great whichever you choose!

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1.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, breakups, arguments, past relationships which includes allusions to cheating and a wrist gets grabbed, soulmates, a slowburn for them but not for us, meant to be, very little dialogue, allusions to trafficking, mental health struggles, unedited, no use of y/n

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When Finnick was younger he'd take every free moment he had to swim, usually with his friends, but now part of him craved to be alone with the waters. It let him drop the facade and be melancholy even if it was one of the few things that really brought him joy. So, he'd stopped inviting them to his favorite secluded beach area, that way he could finally be alone with his thoughts. He would be able to turn the thoughts in his brain of all of his regrets and all the secrets he'd have to die with.

The only company he ever had besides the waves and creatures below was the family that always set out their boat to fish and it had been that way for years. A persistent presence in the water that felt like part of the environment and it didn't bother him. No one had ever spoken to him except when he and his friends were younger, the adults would urge them to be careful when they passed by. Now though it was part of the peacefulness to hear a family muttering around in the back. A family that just so happened to contain you.

Before he'd grown up and became more withdrawn he'd always accompany his mom, adorning her signature royal blue skirt, to the markets, where he learned the only place she'd buy her lobsters from was your family. As a kid it gave him some sort of pride to know where the source came from, this little special area, and now he was just grateful that the routines stayed the same whenever he was able to just be at home. He'd arrive at the beach and your boat would be bobbing up and down in the distance, Finnick would fill his time swimming and lost in thought, then eventually your family would dock the boat, he'd get closer to the shore and you guys would leave with your catch, you'd always send him a smile that he'd send an acknowledging nod back to. The normalcy felt good to him which is why it put him off when everyone filed off the boat and you weren't there.

It shouldn't have unsettled him as much as it did, but this was the one part of his life that he felt like he had some expectations for, there was control. You could just not have felt well or had something come up, but it made his stomach knot regardless. So he tried to go about the rest of his evening, searching for something to make his brain feel like there was still control. His feet brought him to the bakery, maybe those familiar sea green stained, salty loaves of bread would make him nostalgic enough to take away the feeling. There was also the cup of hot, mint tea that it seemed like only they could make the way they did, just right.The bell rang and he went inside, overtaken by the comforting smell and warmth. When he'd gotten the loaves and turned back onto the dimly lit cobblestone streets his brain only felt normal again when he'd caught a glimpse of you.

There you were, stranding with your back to the wall of the shop as you argued with some guy in front of you. Wearing that same sea green the bread was. And it felt ridiculous to Finnick, but seeing you was part of his nightly routine and it made him feel calmer even if it hadn't been the same way. This time he smiled at you and you noticed him for a second, sending a nod back before you were drawn back into whatever the man was saying.

Besides that blip, for months life went on as normal. He'd go to swim, the boat would be on the water, the boat would dock, he'd swim to shore, you'd smile a goodbye, and life would go on. A few months in there was an addition to the family on the boat, a new guy, and a new face in his routine was just as difficult for him to adjust to. Not as much as the day your family passed by and you stayed at the dock with the man. He could hear you both arguing, the setting sun illuminating you in your royal blue, your hands moving around to illustrate whatever point you were making. Finnick didn't want to eavesdrop, he wanted to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't. Then he could no longer sit still when the man grabbed your wrist with a yell and you tried to pull it away.

“Hey!" Finnick heard himself shout as his feet pounded against the sand, both of you turned your heads towards him.

“Whoa, man, nothing to worry about here!" The man let go of your wrist and put his hands in the air as some kind of defense.

“Definitely didn't look like there was nothing to worry about." Finnick knew he was intimidating, you don't win the Hunger Games and come out without some form of fear attached to your name. The man scoffed as he took a step back, “You can go now.”

The man said what must have been your name,"You don't want me to go, do you?”

You rolled your eyes, "Of course I want you to go!” You were exasperated and with a huff of frustration the man walked off. There was a beat of silence, "Thank you.” You acknowledged, sitting down on the dock, taking off your sandals, so you could dip your feet into the waters. Finnick hummed a response and stood there behind you for a while in silence before you patted the area next to you, "If you want to sit down you can, I don't usually bite." You didn't look at him, eyes staring out at the horizon.

His routine was already so skewed that there was no possibility of fixing it now, so he did sit and the dock creaked as he moved. “Are you okay?"

“Yeah, I'll be fine." You said quickly.

Finnick didn't believe you, but was in no position to call you out on that. So you sat there in comforting silence as the moon began to shine and occasionally he'd look over at you through the corner of his eyes to see how radiant you looked. At some point you were suddenly sliding off the dock into the water, fully clothed as you did so. “What're you doing?"

Your head dipped under the water before you brought it back up, “Washing it off!" It made him feel understood for a second, that's what he always was trying so desperately to do.

Maybe if he was a smarter man, after that night he would've spoken to you more, made an effort. Instead he thought about things he could say, but stuck to what was normal. The only chance was the added smile to his nod when you passed by. So for months he continued on, fantasizing about things he could say to talk to you, but wouldn't and eventually there was another boyfriend on the boat. It shouldn't have hurt him, but it unexplainably did. Hurt with himself for not saying something to you, trying to be your friend. He'd gotten used to it though until the night where you were once again nowhere to be found when your family walked off the dock. Another knot in the depths of his stomach, like something as being twisted and tugged at. So he did what he had nearly a year before, the bakery, searching for something to rid the sensation. When he'd entered it though he instantly found you. Sitting in the corner, eyes red, sipping a cup of tea. He couldn't stop his feet from moving towards the booth. In silence he sat across from you

“What'd he do?" Finnick asked as softly as he could. You sniffed, wiping away a stray tear.

“Sometimes I just wonder why nothing clicks and the puzzle pieces never fit even if I do everything I can. It's like there's no one out there for me." Your voice was so quiet as you took another sip of your tea, without a clue on any it felt so natural to open up to this man who you'd known without knowing your whole life.

It was how he felt too, everyone looked at him like he was some sort of monetary gain that could be achieved, instead of wanting to really see him. “What'd he do?" Finnick reaffirmed and you looked at him for a second before getting a look in your eye that told him everything he needed to know before you were shaking your head, trying not to cry again. He didn't know what came over him, but he rose to sit on the side of the booth you were in and had his arms wrapped around you, letting you sob into him.

That's when he felt it, the surge of energy, the bliss when you touched and maybe you did too because you stopped to stare at him for a moment. Maybe he was delusional or maybe something felt like it had clicked deep inside of his soul. He smelled the mint from your tea, looked at your royal blue top, and something felt right, more right than anything had felt since the day he was reaped. Eventually you just laid your head on his chest and felt the energy surge back and forth between the two of you. “I'll walk you home, I know the area, I grew up two streets away." He eventually muttered, not wanting to move at all. Suddenly you shifted again, this time to stare in confusion.

“I grew up, I mean I still live, two streets away.”

Maybe it was really then that Finnick knew, and you knew, that something had tied you two together since the beginning. That even when he was just the boy on the beach and you on the boat, without a word spoken, the universe meant for this. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the string had pulled you from every man who would hurt you, and kept him living. It must have been worth it all to realize after all this time it had been you.

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thank you for reading, fluff isn't my strongest spot so I hope this makes up for all the pain I caused in the latest chapter of the river! as always if you enjoyed it likes, comments, reblogs, discussion is all very appreciated and my ask box plus requests are open. thank you again 💋

taglist: @wowzabowza69

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[doobea]

BLLK - Relationship HCs + Songs That Describes It PT. 2

contents: gn!reader, super fluffy, sfw, established relationships, kinda proofread characters mentioned: sae, shidou, barou, oliver, yukimiya, karasu a/n: hehe part 2 c: (this ended up being WAY longer than the first one) also wanted to try my chance at writing for both yukimiya and karasu bc i feel like they're underrated

sae - ride by hybs

not the biggest fan of PDA but will steal moments to hold your hand for just a second, giving it a little squeeze. for more physical reassurance, he loves taking his thumb and rubbing it across your palms and thighs.

he's hyper-aware of your surroundings whether you know it or not. if you're bending down to reach for something, one of his hands usually hovers over your head to make sure you don't hurt yourself on the way up. if he catches you shivering or sneezing for just a second then the next minute you're presented with a cup of tea and his demand for cuddles. you get the gist!

following up on the last point - whenever you get up from any surface, he always checks and dusts off anything that might cling to your bottoms or back.

sae is always out traveling and attending games, so phone calls are endless with him. even if the conversation has ended, there's something comforting about being on the line with him versus being in complete silence.

shidou - see you again by tyler, the creator

he is incredibly great with animals and that’s why you guys foster dogs together! it's no surprise for your neighbors to see the two of you walking an army of chihuahuas and german shepherds around the block every morning. it's also no surprise to everyone when he ends up adopting four of them; he claims no one can take care of them better than he can.

when it comes to washing dishes with shidou, he likes to make shapes out of the bubbles and blow them your way. this always ends up in a bubble-blowing battle that leaves the dishes to be washed the day after.

not really an extreme prankster, but what harm would an innocent sticky note on your back do? he likes to write jokes on them before sending you off to get errands.

gets abnormally invested in the drama in your social life. you tell him that one of your friends had just gone through a breakup? he's getting a bag of popcorn and already listing off questions pertaining to who's at fault.

barou - come inside of my heart by iv of spades

if you ever need to move he'll be there to help in a heartbeat. not only does he have the muscles to help you secure all the furniture, but he has the brains to let you know how to stack the items and what equipment you need to keep them pristine and in one piece.

even if he claims it’s a bother, it’s not! he’s the type to fix your messy cable management and will replace anything that looks like it needs “fixing” in your house. examples include buying you new sponges for the kitchen, restocking your fridge if you’re running low on essentials, and folding your laundry if you’re the type to leave it in the dryer after it’s done.

he hates having his photo taken but knows that you absolutely adore showing him off to your friends. when you first got yourself a camera, all the film was practically barou, barou and you, and shirtless barou. it took a while for him to warm up to the idea but when you came home with developed photos in hand, he can't help but litter the fridge with his favorite moments with you.

definitely listens to cheesy boy bands when he's tidying up the place. he gets easily embarrassed about it so he usually waits to clean up the area when you're out before turning the music up to max volume. there was a rare moment when you returned early and a flustered barou claimed that he didn't know how 'boyfriend' by big time rush came up in his playlist.

oliver - somebody by keshi

surprisingly one of the best people to go to IKEA with - and no it's not because of the fact that he's part Swedish. he'll be the type to get into character whenever you guys go into a showroom, acting as if it's an apartment that you guys share. he’s cute but be careful, he’s the type to sneak items into the cart when you’re not looking!

gets excited whenever pull him into the living room knowing that you'll be announcing a fashion show from your recent mall run. he'll play along and hype you up, taking photos and telling you to give him 360 spins.

a chronic blanket hogger! he complains about needing a bigger bed because his feet keep dangling off the edges and that he needs the blanket the most. if you offer to sleep on the couch so that he can get more space, oliver will just pout and join you wherever you end up sleeping.

when you guys were touring for apartments, it was your job to keep the leasing agent occupied with questions while he was in the other rooms subtly scratching the walls with his nails to see if the paint would hold up.

yukimiya - home by luke chiang

never forgets to bring the mail in. a majority of the time, yukimiya will throw away the useless magazines and ads, but on slow days he likes to sit down and sort through coupons and tries his attempt with the weekly crossword puzzles with you.

there's always a different scented candle in every room you guys share. when they're running low, the two of you typically go to the store and spend at least an hour trying out all the different smells that they have to offer. a new seasonal and two of the regular scents are the final items he settles for.

he'll drive to your workplace to bring you lunch if you've forgotten it for the day. most of the meals he ends up buying for you are typically way healthier and out of your budget than what you would usually make for yourself.

keeps your side of the bed warm for you after you come back from a long day! yukimiya believes it's bad luck to get in a cold bed so he's doing his job as a good boyfriend.

karasu - summer by brockhampton

expect a lot of late-night food runs with karasu and they're all unplanned. you guys could literally be driving back from a date night in the city and he’ll just be like “I want McDonald’s” and just pull in a drive-through. sometimes he’ll do it if he wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep.

is a very good listener but not a good comforter (he's trying to do better in the long run). due to his usual snarky personality, he's worried that he might say the wrong things and usually says little to nothing. when you're crying, the best he offers is back rubs and a long cuddle session afterward.

working out together with karasu is like having your dad help you with math homework. he's critical of how your form should look, always saying that you might hurt yourself in the long run if you're not placing your feet or shoulders at the correct angle.

it's canon that he's afraid of the ocean and can't swim that's why whenever you guys are at a pool, he requires you to hold onto his hand - claiming that he doesn't want you to float away.

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock headcanons #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #karasu tabito #karasu tabito x reader #yukimiya kenyu #yukimiya x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #barou shouei #barou shoei x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x gn reader

[bluegalaxygirl]

Morning routine (Zolu x Reader)

Zoro X Luffy x Reader, polly relationship headcannons. GN reader, established relationship. The other straw hat's are in it too.

Warning: bad Language and Fluff.

I don't know if i explained it properly about the seating of the straw hat crew so i'll put it at the bottom in case.

^ Mornings always start out the same no matter what. You wake up first, you always sleep in between the two boys mainly because the last few times you didn't you woke up on the floor having been kicked out of bed along with the duvet by both boys.

^ Zoro's arm is normally under your head while he's layed out like a star fish, most of the covers off him and on to luffy's side of the bed. His snoring is quite loud but with Luffy also snoring it doesn't bother you too much, it's almost like white noise to you.

^ Luffy's face is on Zoro's hand with his arms around the two of you, one stretched out to wrap around your waist twice and the other wrapping around Zoro's waist. The duvet covers bunched up around you and luffy keeping you both warm but sometimes it gets too hot with luffy's body heat and hot breath on the back of your neck.

^ Getting out of this position was hard at first but now you know the trick to it, you just roll over twice were you are to unravel luffy's arm, it doesn't matter if your loud or shake the bed doing it, these two are dead to the world.

^ Once out of Luffy's grip you sit up kissing them both on the forehead doing Zoro first then Luffy, you didn't notice until recently that you always stare a luffy a bit longer. You worry about him, after ace died Luffy has had nightmares and you just want to make sure there's no discomfort on his face before you leave.

^ By the time you wake up Sanji, Brook and Robin are already up, as you enter you say good morning and are greeted happily by Sanji asking what you would like before you sit down next to Brook. The two of you are quite close which some of the crew find weird since at first you were both scared of each other (Mainly because when he first joined the crew he snuck up on you and you screamed really loud in his face causing him to do the same).

^ Robin asks about your night with a giggle from her seat closest to the door leaning forward to see you better since brook is blocking her view of you. She already knows what you have to do just to leave the room but she likes asking anyway, you two playfully banter a bit before Sanji gives you your food and drink.

^ The silence that takes over the kitchen is nice but you do miss the noise and happy laughter from the crew during the day, for now though you talk with Brook, both of you talking about music and art. Sanji is still cooking away almost stock pilling food for their captain while robin silently reads the news paper sipping on her cup of tea.

^ An hour or so later in walks Chopper, Nami and Zoro. Nami of cause earning a big happy good morning from the cook who dotes on her. Zoro seems to roll his eyes at the two before making his way over to you while Chopper greets everyone before sitting next to Robin and asking about the news. Once sanji is done gushing over Nami she takes a seat directly across from Robin while giving you and Brook a smile

^ Zoro stands behind you and Brook before stating "Move" to Brook who lets out his unique laugh , you all know the routine, Zoro must sit next to you or Luffy at the table and since your in the chair closest to the Captains seat then Brook has no other choice but to move.

^ You used to hit Zoro on his chest with the back of you hand lightly and tell him to be nice but he still never gives up and the last person who didn't move got the snot beaten out of them, luckily it wasn't a member of the crew.

^ As soon as Brook moves, Zoro takes his seat and grabs your hand from under the table, You manage to get sanji's attention for Zoro getting the swards man a big cup of coffee and some food. It takes a while for Zoro to wake up and while he does you and Brook continue to talk.

^ Once Zoro's fully awake and feeling up to it he'll join in on your conversation with Brook while running his thumb over you knuckles from under the table. He may not know what you two are talking about most of the time but he listens and has learned quite a few things.

^ Almost an hour later in walks Usopp followed by Luffy who once he see's you and Zoro runs over and hugs the two of you from behind, his face in between both of yours squishing you both to him "Morning" he happily smiles, his grin big and wide, even though you can't see it you can differently feel it. Luffy only lets go to get Sanji's attention yelling about wanting food.

^ Luffy flops down on his chair at the head of the table while Usopp sits next to him across from you giving you and Zoro a happy good morning. Brook, Chopper and Robin start talking while you, Luffy and Usopp talk until the food comes of cause, Luffy scoffing his food saying how good it is, your glad both you and Zoro ate early other wise your food would be gone too and if you have any left overs on your plate then its gone. Even though Luffy loves you both your not safe form his food grabbing hands.

^ Poor Usopp has to defend his food like his life depends on it and you occasionally distracting Luffy so Usopp can eat in peace, Some times Zoro helps you out but only when he thinks its needed. Luffy usually talks about his dreams and Usopp makes up a few stories to tell your captain which he loves but you and Zoro know the truth. Still your happy to see your boy happy so theirs no point in ruining the magic.

^ Once all the food has gone for Luffy he asks for more and gets shut down by the cook stating he wont be cooking again until lunch sitting down with his own plate of food and coffee next to nami, this shuts Luffy up knowing he'll have to wait. With a big belly and licking his lips your captain leans back in his chair satisfied and thanks the cook for the food.

^ When Franky wakes up he greets everyone and goes to the fridge for a cola, he doesn't eat of a morning but still joins you all sitting in between Sanji and Usopp. He talks to the captain and Usopp as Zoro gains your attention wrapping his arm around your waist and moving himself closer to you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you pecking your cheek before looking at Luffy.

^ The swards man clearly wants attention but he will never ask for it, he doesn't want to seem needy or weak. Luffy has been talking to everyone and yes he's talked to you and Zoro but its not enough for the green haired man. You try and reassure him by placing a hand on his cheek and using the other to take Luffy's hand on top of the table.

^ Luffy's hand grabs yours as soon as he feels your touch interlocking your fingers and turning to face the two of you, his smile is so bright and makes your heart flutter every time he directs it at you, Zoro has the same feeling, it used to make him blush but now it just makes him smile back with a loving look.

^ Most people think Luffy has no brains because of his child like attitude but he knows people well and knows when you or Zoro are upset or mad even if you dont show it on your faces, it's in your eyes and he can see it in Zoro's now. The captain gets up from his chair letting go of your hand and walks over to Zoro who picks his head up off your shoulder watching him. Luffy flops onto Zoro's lap and wraps his arms around the sward mans neck "If you wanted attention then just say so" Luffy states making Zoro blush slightly at his words pulling luffy closer so he can hide his face in the captain's shoulder.

^ Zoro pulls you closer with the hand thats still around your waist wanting your attention too. You and Luffy both giggle at him finding it cute the way he shows his affection. Luffy notices that Usopp, Chopper and Brook all seem to be distracted by Franky and his cybernetic parts and as much as he wants to join in he likes the attention that your both giving him.

^ You feel a hand on your face and a thumb run over your cheek, Luffy smiles at you his hand gentle against your skin, you raise your hand up to brush over your captains hand transfixed in each others eyes, your heart beat rises as he leans in to place a kiss on your other cheek and kissing along your face until he reaches your lips giving them a light kiss before pulling away.

^ Zoro notices the movement and moves his face away from luffy's shoulder the redness now gone from his cheeks. "you want some too?" Luffy asks only just finishing his question before Zoro's lips connect with his own. The two share a quick kiss before pulling away Zoro tightening his grip on the both of you.

^ The swards man then turns to you, knowing what he wants you lean forward and place your lips on his. He's happy now, having both of you with him, all his and no one elses. Luffy lets out a small laugh seeing his first mate fiannly cheer up, he pulls you both in for a hug the big smile back on his face "I love you guys" he tells you both kissing both your shoulders. "We love you too" You and Zoro say at the same time before looking at each other, a look between you two if all that's needed.

seating:

starting off from the door and closest to the wall. Robin, Chopper, empty (later Brook), Brook (Later Zoro), reader. head of table is of cause Luffy. leading round to the other side of the table is Usopp, Franky, Empty, Sanji, Nami.

hope you guys enjoyed, id love to hear what you think. i'll be doing more for this ship and Zosan x reader so keep a look out for them

#one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece #zoro x luffy #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #polly relationship #Zoro x luffy x reader #Zolu x reader #Zolu

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying to my boss about my sexuality?

English is not my first language so please bear with me. Also, long post.

For context: I'm (30F) doing something like an unpaid virtual internship to graduate with my technical degree. I don't think there's an equivalent in the US of this but it's close enough. The thing is that is an obligatory step to graduate. If I didn't get a company to do it, my boss "fails" me (he has to give feedback to the institute for me to pass) or if I quit before finishing I have to pay for an extra semester to do it again.

Since the beginning, I found my boss annoying, he has that know-it-all kind of attitude and doesn't really accept others' opinions. I didn't think much of it and figured it didn't matter since it was just for 4 months and I was out. I carried on, became the leader of one of the teams of interns, and started to work more closely with him and the other team leaders because of it.

After the first month, he started to become inappropriate. Once I sent him a text for feedback on a report my team and I had to make, he sent me an audio and I resend it to my team because it was good feedback. When I told him this, he "jokingly" asked why would I do that, and what if he had sent me something "dirty". I was stunned. I ignored that comment and said it was good and that's why I sent it.

In another opportunity, he texted me that in another life he would marry me when I was reporting in Google Meet about my team. I ignored it again, didn't answer, and kept talking at the reunion. More recently, he sent me a text saying "I like you" and then changed it to "I like it" in response to a paper he had asked me for and then deleted the original text.

I talked about this with my therapist, friends, and brothers, and all of them advised me to keep ignoring his comments and report him to my institute once the internship was over. So I wouldn't have to do another semester in case he got offended by me rejecting his advances and failed me.

I agreed with that. But in the last couple of months, he started to do these "jokes" in the reunions we have with the other interns. Saying things like we texted each other about dirty things. I always say it's a lie and he laughs but it rubs me wrong because I don't want my peers to think I'm in my position as a result of our boss having the hots for me.

With all that being said, last Thursday we were in a reunion with just the team leaders, and he "jokingly" made this comment about how he and I talk after hours more intimately. I was having a bad day and about had it with his stupid comments, so I grabbed my cup (I was drinking tea. It has a rainbow kind of design) and said "This doesn't say anything to you?" implying that I'm a lesbian. While I am not straight, I'm not actually homosexual, I just wanted him to stop. He laughed it off saying he already knew and such and then we kept going with the reunion.

After we were done, he asked me to stay in the Google Meet and told me again he already knew that I was a lesbian that he was always joking around when he said some things to me, and that it would be weird if he didn't because he does it with everyone else. In these almost 4 months, I never heard him say anything to anyone else.

I just have a week left until I'm done and I feel awful for lying about something like that. I don't think I'll come clean, but it's been bothering me. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[travlersjoy444]

2012 Raph x reader Incorrect Quotes

Uhm...mostly, that is. There's a few that are just random TMNT 2012 incorrect quotes. This was very fun for me. Might do it again sometime if the mood strikes.

***

(Y/N), skipping rocks on a lake with Raph: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Raph: Yeah, it is.

Raph: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

***

(Y/N): Why does Leo always do the laundry so loudly?

Raph: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Leo, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

***

Raph: You’re giving me a sticker?

Mikey: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Raph: I’m not a preschooler.

Mikey: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Raph: I earned this, back off.

***

Raph: Why am I always the bad guy?

(Y/N): Well, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

***

(Y/N): Is Raph always like this when they lose?

Mikey: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the fabled 'Great Jenga Tantrum'.

Raph: yOU BUMPED THAT TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!

***

(Y/N): Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Leo: What the hell!?

(Y/N): Oh, sorry, my bad.

(Y/N), whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Leo, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

***

Casey: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Raph: Not again...

Casey: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

(Y/N): Just wait until you hear about whales.

Casey: What now?

***

Casey on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Casey on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

***

(Y/N): When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Raph: What changed your mind?

(Y/N): Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

***

Leo: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Raph, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

(Y/N), who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Raph: Coming right up.

***

Casey: It’s funny how well you and Raph get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

(Y/N): Raph hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

***

Casey: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Donnie: No, that's not how you make cookies.

(Y/N): FLOOR IT!!

Casey: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Donnie: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Casey: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Raph: DO IT!

Donnie: NO-

***

Raph: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

(Y/N): What the hell do you do?

Raph: I die? What kinda question…

***

(Y/N): I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Raph: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

(Y/N): You don’t have to wear…

Raph: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

***

Raph: *sneaking in through their window*

Leo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Raph: I was with (Y/N)?

(Y/N): *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

***

Raph, at (Y/N)'s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Raph, leaning over (Y/N)′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

(Y/N): Yeah, no shit.

***

Raph: (Y/N), I don't like you.

(Y/N): What did you say?

Raph: You heard me!

(Y/N), internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

***

*(Y/N) sneezes*

Raph: (Y/N), are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Donnie sneezes*

Raph: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

***

(Y/N): Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Raph: ...So...as enemies??

(Y/N):

***

Raph: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

(Y/N): It was me...

Raph: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

***

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

(Y/N): What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

(Y/N): Oh my god, you have Raph.

***

Raph: I want to kiss you.

(Y/N), not paying attention: What?

Raph: I said if you die, I won't miss you.

***

*(Y/N) is crying after a breakup*

Raph: There there, (Y/N).

(Y/N), still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Raph: Great question—

***

Raph: *yawns*

(Y/N): Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Raph: Then you must be exhausted.

Leo: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

***

Raph: Watcha doin?

(Y/N): Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Raph: Scandalous.

Raph: Can I help?

***

(Y/N): Come on, Leo. Nobody actually believes that Raph is in love with me.

Leo, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Raph is helplessly in love with (Y/N).

*Everyone raises their hand*

(Y/N): Raph, put your hand down.

***

(Y/N): Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Raph: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

(Y/N): Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Leo, on a walkie talkie: This is Leo, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

***

Mikey: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Raph: Screw that, I’m not kissing anyone.

*(Y/N) walks in*

Raph: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

***

Raph: If you want my advice-

Donnie: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Raph: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

***

Casey: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Raph: Throw rocks at he.

Mikey: Hot Dogs.

(Y/N): Kill him.

Casey: Thanks guys.

***

Leo: Why do you look like that?

Raph, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Leo: Like you’re dead.

Raph: It’s because I’m dying. Fuck off.

Casey: Raph accidentally called (Y/N) “babe” in front of everyone today.

Raph: *sobs into the floor*

***

(Y/N): I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Raph: Um...Neat.

*later*

Raph, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Donnie. Who the fuck says neat these days? 

It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Donnie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Raph. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Casey confessed their love for me?

Raph: Didn't you thank them?

Donnie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

***

(Y/N): How would you like your coffee?

Raph: As dark as my soul.

(Y/N): Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

***

(Y/N): Raph, I need some advice.

Raph: You need advice from ME?

(Y/N): Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

***

(Y/N): *sighs* I have no friends...

Raph:

Raph: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

***

Leo: You need to stop swearing so much.

Raph: Shut the fuck up.

Leo: Yeah, that's not how you do it.

Raph: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.

Leo: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.

Raph: Shit the beep up.

Leo:

Raph: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

***

Raph: *is throwing stones at (Y/N)'s window*

(Y/N): You have a phone for a reason, Raph!

*THUD*

(Y/N): DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph x reader #raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph #2k12 raph x reader #2k12 raph

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Television

Self-Aware! Bram Stoker x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Aya Koda

Description: Life is full of small moments. You share this moments with your new friends and family. Today, you have a tea with Aya and Bram.

Fluff.

Sequel to Nightmares and Cuddles

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Based on this moment from Soviet cartoon about Karlson. English version here. (11:31 - 12:38).

________________

You are in your kitchen, cooking something. From time to time you are looking in the living room.

Aya Koda, ten-year-old girl and one of your new friends, is sitting on the couch, waiting for you.

You don't see him, but you know, that Bram (with your permission) are looking at the books that were laying on the table in your bedroom.

You still can't believe, that Bram and Aya (and the rest of BSD Characters) were real.

Just four days ago, you were a normal person with simple interests.

Now you are a person who are living with Bungou Stray Dogs Characters. And said characters want to be your friends.

Or, and last night you spent cuddling with Dazai and Oda.

It was a lot to take in, but, you have a feeling, that all of you will face any challenge together.

Today you decide to make a first step in building your friendship with others. By having tea with Aya and Bram.

Right now, you are making sandwiches.

The bread was fresh, large and flavorful. You easily cut it with a knife. There were not any crumbs left on the cutting board.

You carefully take slices of bread and spread butter on them with the greatest care.

The stick of butter looked like a small gold bar. The slightly melted butter was tender and smelled pleasantly of cream.

After butter, you add ivory cheese on few slices. On other slices, you add flavorful strawberry jam.

Soon you had two plates with sandwiches. You carefully take them in both hands and bring them to the living room. You put both plates on the coffee table.

On the coffee table there already were three cups and a pot with fresh tea. Tea was made by Goncharov, so it will be good, you were sure of it.

Aya perks up, looking at sandwiches.

"Looks great! Bra-chan! Sandwiches are ready!"

You heard Beam's voice coming from your room.

"I will be in a minute"

You start pouring tea in cups. The aroma of herbs was nice and strong.

After all three cups were full, you sit on the couch, next to Aya. Bram still wasn't there.

The silence starting to became awkward. At least, you thought so.

You always have troubles with making friends. You were afraid, that people will find you boring or annoying. That people secretly think that you aren't worth spending time with. That people secretly hates you.

You won't call yourself a 'social butterfly', you were fine with having one or two friends only... But, the problem was that you don't have anyone you can call best friend. Or good friend. There was one of your old classmates, who was calling you from time to time, but, she was friendly towards everyone. So, her friendship doesn't make your worries disappear. Your fear of been a burden or laughingstock made you even more closed off.

And now, with having BSD Cast in your life you felt, that you hit gold and fall into the abyss at the same time.

BSD Cast were nothing but kind towards you. Yet, still, you were afraid that you will accidentally mess this up and as soon, as they realized that you aren't that interesting, as soon as they learn more about you, they will leave you.

You looked at Aya with the corner of your eye. Girl doesn't seem to be bothered by your silence. She was simply sitting on the couch, and waiting for Bram to finally join you two, so you can start your little 'tea party'. You licked your lips. Maybe, you should say something.

"Um... Aya... Is it okay if I turn TV on? I... want to check last news... Or, maybe... Something interesting is on?"

'Great, [Y/N], it wasn't awkward at all. Not even for a bit' you mentally scolded yourself.

You didn't notice Aya's soft gaze. Girl smiled brightly.

"Of course, [Y/N]! Do, as you want. Having TV on will be a good ambulance. Besides," Aya giggles. "As a newcomer to this world and future Defender of Justice of this world, I need to learn as much as I can about the new world!"

You smile nervously. It seems, right now, everything is doing great. You turned the TV on. After switching a couple of channels, you stopped at the news broadcast.

The volume wasn't high. To tell the truth, worlds were recognizable, but quiet. Bram still wasn't there.

Aya turned her head towards you and asked

"Hey, [Y/N], can I ask you something?"

You nodded, taking a quick glance at Aya.

"What do you want to know?"

Aya looked at you with an adoring look.

"Was it scary to demand that Fukuchi take away Holy Sword from Bram?"

You shook your head.

"Not really. He looked calm and not scary. Besides, It's not like my demand wasn't unnecessary."

_______

Two days after BSD Cast arrival.

______

You were having a chat with... Almost everyone at that point.

Everyone from BSD Cast want to talk to you.

'Yes, Naomi, I remember, that I promised to have a tea and snacks with you and Haruno'

'Yes, Kyouka, we will have Boiled Tofu later'

'No, Fitzgerald, I don't know if someone are selling a house big enough for all of us to live in.'

On the background, Fukuchi was giving last instructions to Teruko and Tachihara about protecting you today. You didn't pay too to him. You feel, like you forgot something.

You take a quick glance around.

Right, Bram!

You immediately stand up from the couch and hurry to Fukuchi.

"Um... Sorry for interrupting, but, Fukuchi, can I ask you something?"

Fukuchi grinned and looked at you.

"Of course, Little Guiding Light. What is it?"

You point at Bram. He and Aya were sitting on one chair.

"Can you, please, take away Holy Sword from Bram. I could explain, why I have a BSD Characters in my house. But in no way I could explain a talking head. No offense, Bram."

Fukuchi nodded and, after picking up Bram, left the room.

You heard Karma's voice.

"Um... How would you explain us being in your apartment?"

You cast a quick glance at him.

"I would say that I finally became sick of society norms. But, because I like Internet, books and snacks, instead of running away and becoming a forest goblin, I decided to live among cosplayers. Not very common by society standards."

The silence raised above all of you. Then Adam raised his hand.

"You... Made up that explanation on the spot, right?"

You nodded.

"Yes. But talking head, still, is unexplainable."

____________

Aya laughed.

"Well, your explanation were funny."

"Well, it was the first explanation I could think about."

Finally, you two heard sounds of steps.

Bram finally joined you two.

"[Y/N], I found books from your world truly magnificent. I..."

Bram froze in one place and stared at your TV.

"[Y/N]. You have a talking head at your house. Here. It is looking at us."

You and Aya glance at each other. Then at TV. A news reporter was talking about something. Only his head and shoulders were on the screen.

You asked.

"Bram... Has anyone told you about television?"

Bram nodded, still looking at the news reporter.

"Aya mentioned something. I did not understand her explanations fully. We only had the Screen to look at things from your world. Television... It is some kind of new technology, right?"

Without waiting for your answer, Bram came closer to the TV and start checking it.

Aya took one sandwich and take a bite.

"I don't think that Bra-chan will leave your TV alone for the next few minutes. And here we are, planning to have a tea party, only three of us. And the third person isn't even interested."

Bram ignored her.

You and Aya start drinking tea and eating sandwiches.

Meanwhile, Bram tried to look under your TV.

"Where are his legs? I will get to the bottom of this."

It was... Is some sense funny to look at. Bram, vampire lord, was trying to understand, how TV worked.

You decide to let Bram do his thing. You moved slightly, trying to sit more comfortably. And you accidentally push the button on the remote.

Channel changed.

Now, there was a model on the screen. She was advertising something.

Bram finally looked at the screen again.

Immediately, Bram stand still and slightly bow his head.

"Please, forgive me for not noticing you earlier, Madam."

Aya tried not to laugh. You try to hide a smile behind the teacup.

Bram was still talking.

"I would be honored, if you joined us for our tea party, but, I am afraid, we should ask the Host, if you can join."

Suddenly, Bram moved slightly. His leg drag TV's cable. TV got turned off. Bram's eyes were closed, so he didn't notice, that his 'Madam' wasn't here anymore.

"Let me introduce myself, Count Bram Stoker. And that is my young friend Aya and our wonderful host [Y/N]... Where did she go?"

Bram turned the TV on the side, trying to find the missing girl.

Aya and you were howling with laughter.

Bram grumbled.

"Well, it was very rude. And you two are not doing a better job, than her. Stop laughing so loud."

You two try to calm down. With no avail.

Bram mumbles something and walked closer to you two. He put his hands on your and Aya's heads and roughly ruffled your hair.

"I said stop. Both of you."

It worked. You and Aya stopped, laughing like two hyenas.

Aya coughs.

"Sorry, Bra-chan. Just... You will also find it funny, we explain, what TV is. Right, [Y/N]?"

You nodded. It should be interesting.

Bram sat near you and took one of the sandwiches.

"I am listening."

_________

Nothing too wild happened today.

You had a tea party. You explained what TV is to Bram.

No conflict, no problems.

Just a little silly moment and a begging of new friendship.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #platonic #bsd bram #bram x reader #aya koda #bsd aya #Self Aware Aya Koda #Self Aware Bram Stoker

[lemon-world1]

You're everything I never knew I needed. │Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

I’m fully aware of the inconsistency in my writing/posting. I’m even more aware that there are many similar fics, but... It’s never enough. I just had to. I’m a sucker for our boy Frankie taking care of his girl. Hope you’ll enjoy it! 

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, period pain

summary: Your period came unexpectedly just as Frank comes to see you after being away from NYC. It's pure fluff.

Not everyone can say they're friends with the most badass vigilante in New York City. You and Frank have forged an unbreakable bond over countless nights spent stitching up his bullet-ridden body. He'd crawl to your balcony like a wounded animal seeking shelter, and you'd nurse him back to health. 

Your friendship was simple, you took care of him, and he took care of you. He'd fix things around your apartment, like the water heater that blew up or carry your groceries to your apartment. But it wasn't just his actions that spoke volumes. You could see something in his eyes when he looked at you - a hidden feeling.  

Sometimes, Frank's PTSD would get the best of him, and he'd lash out at you. But you knew it wasn't his fault. You stood by him, no matter what because you knew what he went through. You were always there for him, no matter the cost. 

You never told Frank how you felt about him, but you didn't need to. He knew, just like he knew, how much you meant to him.

 ...

It's been a while since you last saw Frank. He had told you he would be out of town for a bit, which left you stuck in your apartment with nothing but your thoughts and the TV. You'd become accustomed to being on call in case he needed you, causing you to lose touch with most of your so-called "friends." But you never gave a damn about them. Frank was the only one who mattered in the big apple.

You had expected tonight to be just another dull evening spent munching on chips and binge-watching another crime docu-series on Netflix. You had passed out in bed, cuddled under the blanket you used to cover Frank with after a long stitching-up session.

But at two a.m., you jolted awake to a familiar pain stabbing your gut. You didn't bother tracking your period calendar because you hadn't been with anyone for so long that you stopped caring about when it would come.

Shit. You cursed as you realized your bed was stained with blood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. This can't be happening. Today was the day you had to pitch your new designs to your most critical client, and the last thing you wanted was to deal with the aftermath of a messy period. You had no time to wash your sheets, deal with the cramps, or even shower at this godforsaken hour.

You needed relief fast, but when you reached for your painkillers, you remembered giving them all to Frank when you stitched him up a few weeks ago. You searched through your first aid kit for anything to alleviate the pain, but in haste, you knocked the whole thing over, spilling everything onto the tiles.

Arrghhh. You were furious at this point, knowing the nightmare was just about to begin. Over the years, you had become used to being dependent on painkillers; otherwise, your period would kill you. Your ob-gyn had tried everything to ease the agony, but nothing worked, and contraception was out of the question. You always kept your prescription pills close by for emergencies, but not this time.

Forty-three minutes had passed, and you were already showered and dressed in fresh pyjamas. The sheets were washing, and a hot cup of chamomile tea sat on your nightstand. But the pain was creeping in, gnawing at you with every passing moment. All you wanted to do was wrap yourself in a fluffy blanket and forget about the world. You tossed and turned on the bed, but the pain persisted. At the realization that you probably wouldn't be fit to get up at 5 and get to work at all, you started panicking. How were you going to cancel the pitch? 

My boss is going to fucking kill me.

Well, she might if your period doesn't kill you first. After another 20 minutes, your silent sobs turned into horrific cries from pain. And just when you thought things couldn't get worse, the familiar knock came. 

Knock. Knock. You looked up and saw a hulking figure peeking through the curtains on your balcony. It was him. 

You got up slowly, your feet planted on the ground as you made your way to the balcony door. 

Frank knew something was wrong the moment he saw you. He could see the pain etched all over your face. Your puffy red eyes, thick, comforting blanket hugging your shoulders, and forearm holding your belly as if it offered support told him everything.

"Hey, baby girl," he said, his voice breaking as he saw you in such agony. "Is everything alright?"

You said nothing, still gazing at him, unable to process that he was really standing in front of you. His hand reached out, gently wiping away a tear from your cheek.

"Hi Frankie, uh... is something wrong? Are you hurt?" He couldn't believe your words. You were in obvious pain and still asked if he was okay. Another piece of his shattered heart glued together at the thought of your kindness.

His hand still on your cheek, he spoke again. "Nah, I just got back to the city. I drove by your buildin' and saw you were up. I figured I'd check up on ya," he said, his voice full of concern.

You cracked a smile, knowing that Frank was always looking out for you. He was the one person you could count on, no matter what.

A visible frown formed between his brows as he realized you were barely standing on your feet. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest. You were so small compared to him. He gently stroked your hair and held you tightly, feeling the heat radiating from your body. He knew something was wrong because you were never hot. He had felt your icy cold skin whenever he touched you, even during the hottest summer days. Without question, he lifted you in his arms and carried you across the room to your bed. 

"Frankie, I'm cold," you said, your voice trembling.

"Shit. You might have a fever," he said, his face creased with worry. "Why you ain't wearin' no socks, baby girl?"

Usually, you would melt under his sweet nicknames, but you couldn't even blush right now. He reached for your sock drawer, pulling out the thickest and fluffiest pair of socks he could find. He gently put them on your feet, making sure they were snug. 

"You take any painkillers yet?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of relief. 

You shook your head; you could barely speak at this point. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart, but you refused to give in. "I ran out of meds. Nothing I have is strong enough," you managed to say, gritting your teeth.

A loud scream left your mouth, making Frank sit beside you on the bed and instantly wrap his arms around you. He hugged you from behind, letting you weigh into him. One of his palms rested on your forehead, wiping your cold sweat from the burning skin, and the other squeezed your hand placed on your belly.

Frank's eyes narrowed as he watched you writhe in agony. "I gotcha," he said, his voice low. "Just tell me what you need."

You shook your head again, unable to focus. "Just stay," you pleaded.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in your ear. "I'll take care of you." 

Another hour passed. You still lay there, your body racked with pain. Frank did what he could to ease your suffering, but he knew it wasn't enough. You started to fall asleep but remembered you couldn't be late for work.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you please set my alarm for 5:30 am? I can't be late; I'm pitching a new proposal to a client." 

"Is that the big one you was tellin' me about last time?"

"Yeah, it's important," you mumbled again.

"I will." No, he won't. There's no chance you're going to work in such a state. When you finally fell asleep, he knew he couldn't let you go to work in the morning. He took your phone and dialled your boss's number.

You had her saved as "Your Highness," which always made Frank chuckle when you called her that. 

Your boss picked up on the first ring. "Hi, it's good you're callin', the-" She started, but Frank interrupted her immediately.

"Mornin', ma'am. It's, ugh, Pete, actually. Sorry to bother you so early, but my girl won't be in today. She's, uh... under the weather," Frank said in a gruff voice.

"Oh dear, I hope she feels better soon. I was about to text her and tell her the client postponed last minute. She can take two days off; she hasn't used any sick days yet. Please give her my regards," the boss replied with concern.

"I will. She needs some rest. She'll call ya back when she can."

"Of course. Thank you for letting me know, Pete. She mentioned you a bunch of times. It's good she has someone to take care of her." 

"'Course, ma'am."

Frank made one more quick phone call before he heard you moving. He rushed to you only to find you frantically searching for work clothes.

"Easy there, darlin'. Your presentation got postponed. You got two days off now."

"What? How?"

"I called your boss. Told her you were sick."

"You did what?!" You were surprised and angry.

"Relax. She said you could take your sick days. You go back to bed and get some rest."

"Really?" A huge weight just dropped off your shoulders. "Thank you, Frankie." You were relieved and grateful.

Ding. Dong.

"Who the hell is that?" you wondered aloud.

"Lemme get that. You go back to bed," Frank said, already halfway to the front door.

You were feeling better, but still in pain, so you crawled back to bed and waited for Frank.

"Who was it?" you asked, curious.

"Just a friend of mine," Frank replied as he handed you a package of pain meds. "A combat medic. He knows his way around this stuff."

"I thought you took care of the drug dealers, not became friends with them," you quipped, the first hint of humour in your voice all day.

Frank chuckled. "Anythin' for you, sweetheart."

You smiled at Frank, feeling grateful for his presence in your life.

You looked at him, trying to read his expression. "Frank, what does that mean? Anything for me?"

He hesitated for a moment as if weighing his words carefully. "It means I'll always be there for you, no matter what. I'll protect you, take care of you, and never let anythin' happen to you. You're important to me, more than you know."

You felt a warm sensation spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile. "You mean a lot to me too."

Your heart swelled with emotion as he leaned in and kissed you gently. "I'm not good with words, but I hope you understand," he whispered.

As Frank pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you with a tenderness that melted your heart. "You should rest," he said softly.

But you didn't want to be alone. "Will you stay with me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, darlin'," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shifted over in bed, making room for Frank to join you. As he settled in next to you, you snuggled up against his chest, feeling safe and protected.

"You know," you said after a few moments of silence, "I never expected to find someone like you."

Frank tightened his arm around you. "What do you mean?"

"I mean someone willing to go to such great lengths to take care of me and protect me. Someone so kind and gentle but also so strong and fierce. You're everything I never knew I needed."

Frank's lips curved into a soft smile. "I feel the same way, darlin'. You're the one thing that makes everything worth fighting for."

You sighed contentedly, feeling more at peace than you had in a long time. As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Frank's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Frank would face it together.

For years, Frank had been haunted by nightmares, unable to find solace in anything. But with you by his side, he felt a glimmer of hope that he hadn't felt in ages.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle fic #frank castle fluff #the punisher x you #the punisher #frank castle #frank castle imagine #jon bernthal #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x you #marvels punisher

[banjomelodies]

I see a lot of people on Tiktok get mad at Lyney and Lynette for supposedly not having a super close relationship to Freminet, but like..

I feel like they do have a close relationship to him. I've never seen them actively try to ignore or shut out Freminet like some Tiktok Freminet fans would make you believe.

People forget that Lyney and Lynette are TWINS. Blood-related twins. And they're also bonded by trauma on top of that. Them being closer to each other than with Freminet would be a given. They've experienced the horrors and joys of the world together, and met Freminet during that journey. Their relationship with eachother would always be different than what their relationship with Freminet would be like. But that doesn't mean they don't care about Freminet, either:

Just by looking at their voiceovers, implications in character stories, and how they interact in official videos.. they do care A LOT about Freminet. Is it the same level of constant and consistent checking-in that two traumatized twins do? No! But that doesn't mean Freminet is unloved! And a good way to see that is just by looking at Freminets opinions on them.

These are his opinions about Lyney.

Lyney shows Freminet every single new card trick he comes up with, the second Freminet cracks the smallest smile, Lyney knows his tricks are going to be great. Lyney is happy that he could make Freminet actually feel joy! Lyney also goes out of his way to go to Freminet, and show him new material he's working on. If he didn't care about Freminet, why would he even bother trying to get his opinions, or trying to make him smile?

And the second one, about Lyneys mask. Freminet is a character that hardly speaks his own mind because he doesn't like the awkwardness that comes from it (teapot conversations prove that), but he's clearly comfortable enough around Lyney that he was able to walk up and try having this conversation with him, despite knowing it likely wouldn't end well. If him and Lyney had a dirt poor relationship, Freminet likely would've never tried to initiate the conversation in the first place.

This is his opinion about Lynette.

He does say something about how Lyney and Lynette always work better and smoother with eachother, and that he can't do the same. But Lynette tries to cheer him up when he's down on himself. She tries to tell him that everyone has their own strengths, and that this doesn't mean anything regarding his usefulness, especially with his skills in machinery that nobody else in the orphanage has. Lynette does care about him!

(the part that cut off would be this: "Here, have mine too." Said Lynette as she filled his cup with tea, "We're family.")

And this is from Freminets character stories.

Freminet expresses obvious doubt of his place there. Lyney and Lynette are two siblings who practically can read each other's minds, they always know how to speak and interact with eachother, and it'd obviously bother Freminet, who's self-worth is already incredibly low, on how he thinks he'd just be an extra part left to waste in comparison to the two.

But Lyney and Lynette both go right in with including him. Lyney gives him and Pers a crucial role in their plans, and Lynette offers him her food and more tea, while straight up telling him that they're family now. If they didn't have any interest in trying to treat Freminet like family, they both could've easily let him fall into the role of just an extra piece in the corner to call upon when needed, but they didn't.

And. To add on!

Lyneys video:

---

Lynettes video:

--

Freminets Video:

The three of them all cameo in eachothers videos, Lyney and Lynette both do rehearsals in front of Freminet and regularly ask him for opinions, and Freminet wants Pers to be part of their show!!

Stop saying Lyney and Lynette don't like Freminet, Tiktok!!

#genshin impact #genshin impact lyney #lynette #freminet #i wont deny that Freminet HIMSELF probably feels more isolated from the two #But thats trauma and poor self-worth talking #Freminet is unfortunately always going to feel as if hes just an unneeded piece if he isnt useful #its something he needs to work on #and Lynette and Lyney are the only two positive pieces in his life that'll help him work on it

[beeslibrarycorner]

Can’t sleep? I got you!

Newt scamander x reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI

You were frustrated tossing and turning, you couldn't take it anymore. So you got out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom to make yourself a cup of tea. Newt, still busy with his work, looks up to see you walk into the kitchen to grab what you needed.

“Darling it's late for you to still be up, what's wrong?” he asked and you couldn't help but mentally groan as you heard the chair being pushed back and soft footsteps walking towards you. You just wanted to be left alone, you didn't want to bother Newt, he looked busy.

You turned to him and smiled lightly, “Im just making some tea for myself, I can't sleep” you said and you could see the frown that's forming on his face and you feel even more guilt. “You could have told me love, I could have helped you earlier.”. He said as the kettle began to whistle. 

You poured the hot water into a cup and kissed the man goodnight, “Don't stay up too late, I'm just going to read my book and drink my tea.”. You said not looking back, not realizing that he was following you into the bedroom. He sits next to you when you place your tea cup on the nightstand. 

His arm curls around you, pressing you closer into his side like he's trying to keep you where you are. “You take care of everyone around you and you make sure that everyone is nice and comfortable but once you get offered help you turn it away” he says, nosing the crown of your head. “Why is that?” he asks you, thumbing the skin on your hip; exposed by your sleep shirt.

“Who takes care of y/n? Hm?” He asked, You couldn’t answer his question meekly hiding your face into his neck, he trusts you. “Don't go shy on me now, honey” he coos his hand moving to the front of your sleep shorts and sliding his fingertips under the waistband. “I know just the remedy for your insomnia” he says quietly “ I just need you to spread your legs a bit wider.”.

You gasp at the way his skin makes contact with yours, all warm and alluring. He traces the petals of your labia gently with the tips of his fingers before spreading them open. He gasps, “You're so wet, no wonder why you can't sleep” he croons and you feel your face heat up.

“I don’t even have to prep you, your that wet” he murmurs and slips two fingers into you. The stretch is just what you needed, your body starting to go lax as Newt starts to move his fingers. “That’s it just relax for me, you’re a very good girl” he murmurs presses a kiss to your forehead.

He focuses his attention to the spongy part of your vaginal canal and you your thighs start to twitch from how it feels. Newt is cooing and praising you quietly trying to coax you into finishing on his fingers.

“I can feel you starting to twitch, are you close?” He keeps gently massaging the area and all you could do is stay squished and feel. “Yes” you squeak out and you can feel your ye smile that spreads across his face.

“Please cum on my fingers” he pleads, his arm moving in a way that makes his movements unaffected by the limited movement of your hips. “you’ll feel so much better when you do. Then when you wake up I’ll make you cum again and again until you’ve had your fill.” He cooed.

“Pretty girls like you deserve to feel good all the time” he continues and you feel yourself let go. You cum hard and you feel Newts hold on you tighten. “That’s it, good girl; let go for me honey” he murmurs to you.

When all is said and done he licks his fingers clean, tucks you into bed and takes your neglected tea from the nightstand. He come back 15 minutes later after cleaning up his work station, he lays down on his side of the bed and pulls you into his side.

“I love you darling, sleep tight” newt cooed as held you close and started rubbing your back. You fell asleep soon after.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x you #newt scamander smut #newt scamander #fantastic beats and where to find them

[familyvideostevie]

HI! Can you do a grumpy!reader x sunshine!sirius black one shot😫

absolutely. i am a grumpy!reader stan, let me tell you, because i am her. okay, here we have kind of grumpy!reader and sunshine!sirius going on their first date | 1.1k <3

You're not nervous. You're not.

It's not like it's a blind date, anyway. You know Sirius Black. Kinda. Lily's the one who set you up, coordinated it all and assured you he's keen to go on a date. You're pretty sure you've spoken to him a few times at parties, been at the pub at the same time. You know what he looks like, at least. Hair that never gets brushed, rings in his ears and nose, a smile that seems mischievous and genuinely carefree at the same time.

He's not as measured as Remus, a bit less puppy dog than James. If you'd been asked in a silly gossipy way which of the trio you'd pick, it would be him.

You just don't want to hope too hard.

Though it's taken a while, you are perfectly aware of and secure in your value and personality. You are "a fucking catch," as Marlene often says, and even if she and your other friends didn't assure you of it, you'd think so. You're prickly, sure. You're quiet in most situations, preferring to observe and go home when you've had enough. You don't laugh much, don't tell jokes. You stand at the edge of the group because that's where you prefer to be.

It's okay that you're not everyone's cup of tea. People have told you before that you should talk more, you should be more present, you should do more things. You're fine as you are and anyone who thinks otherwise isn't worth your time.

So the fact that Sirius is a few minutes late doesn't bother you that much. The bar isn't super crowded and you're sat a pretty comfortable stool snacking on the olives the bartender put out when you arrived. If he doesn't show you'll just get a drink and read the book in your bag and go home and call Lily and you know she'll lay into him.

But just as you consider it, there's a warm hand on your shoulder and you turn to find the man in question grinning at you sheepishly. His name rolls off your tongue.

"I'm so sorry," he says. "Had to take the bus and obviously it wasn't on time. Can I hug you hello?"

You appreciate him asking. Something about you tends to put people off of touch, though you don't usually mind it. "Hi, Sirius," you say, standing to give him a squeeze. He's warm and smells like tobacco and mint, like he popped one on his way over.

"Have you been here before?" He peels off his leather jacket and sits next to you, signaling for the bartender. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yes, and yes," you say. "The Sex on the Beach is quite good."

His eyebrows rise to his hairline and he grins. You keep your face neutral. "Not what I would have picked for you," he muses. "But I trust you." He asks the bartender for two.

"What would you have picked for me?" You pop an olive into your mouth.

Sirius thinks on it. "Stout pint," he says. "Or whiskey." His gaze very quickly travels the length of you as much as he can, sitting so close. "You look lovely, by the way."

That almost gets you to smile. "You do, too," you say instead. "Is that a new earring?" You reach for it without thinking but he doesn't flinch away. A gold star dangles from his right ear instead of the hoop you remember him having last time you saw him.

His grin gets impossibly bigger. How is that he can smile every second of every day? "So glad you noticed, love," he says. "It sure is. It's got a story, too. Something you might not know about me is --"

He talks and talks and talks. Your drinks come and he tells you the story and then another one and you find that you don't mind listening. It feels like Sirius is talking to you, not at you, even though it's clear he could charm a brick wall. He doesn't seem to mind that you only nod or make affirmative noises rather than chime in or laugh, answering his questions for you in just a few words. He just seems to want your attention, which he certainly has.

"And then James genuinely looked at me and said I thought they were the same thing."

The story is funny, sure, but Sirius's own laughter at his joke makes you smile. You feel it happen, feel the corners of your mouth lift and a chuckle make its way out of you.

"You have a pretty smile," Sirius says. He looks about two seconds away from poking it to see if it's real.

"Are you telling me to smile more?" you ask.

That seems to fluster him. You don't think you've seen him flustered before. He runs a hand through his unruly curls, ties them up into a half-up half-down bun thing with the hairband on his wrist. You wonder if his hair is soft.

"I, no," he stumbles. Who knew Sirius Black could stumble over his words? "I wouldn't. That's not something you say to a girl --"

You put a hand on his arm. His skin is warm, the ink that covers it smoother than you expected under your fingers. "I'm teasing, Sirius," you say.

His grin returns twice as strong. How can he flip between emotions so quickly? "You are? Oh, thank fuck."

His profanity makes your lips tug up. You take a sip of your drink and knock your knee with his.

"Hang on," he says. "If you're teasing me that means you must like me."

"What do you mean?" You genuinely want to know.

"Well," he says. "We don't really know each other, even though I've been trying to work up speaking to you at every one of Lily's parties this year, which is why she agreed to set us up, by the way, so I'd stop bothering her about it."

You want to interrupt because, what? but he keeps talking. His gaze is steady, eyes fixed on yours.

"But I get the impression that you don't let just anyone see how many sides you have."

Something in your chest is tight and warm. Is that your heart?

"Sides?" you mutter. "A cube, am I?"

He laughs. Loudly and genuinely. You don't fight the smile this time. Sirius puts his hand on your knee and leans in a little. "I'm not great with words, love," he says. "That's Remus."

"You're plenty great," you say bluntly. "And I guess you're right."

"Hmm?" He blinks a few times and you realize how long his lashes are, his eyeliner making his irises look impossibly big.

"I must like you."

Not a bad first date after all.

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#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #marauders fanfiction #sirius black fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black fluff

[nanamisonholiday]

Do I have to?

Choso x fem!reader

Summary: Choso is regretting coming to the festive party until you save him :)

notes- Reader is Geto's daughter. not that it's that relevant in this fic Enjoy

He’s content on watching you from afar as you mingle and chat with your friends and family. This party had been excitedly anticipated by everyone around him, even his brother. To say he wasn't bothered was an understatement. The eager whispers about the wonderfully gorgeous men and women to attend, the gossip of the newest drama’s, just weren't his cup of tea. Although he did find himself amused as he watches your aunt become an exceptional nosey nelly- digging her way unshamelessly into peoples businesses.

Choso holds back the laughter behind a sip of his drink when his eyes catch your aunt target the wrong person. Gojo, your fathers bestfriend, who puts up a dramatic front as he plays along to your aunts verbal diorrhea. He can’t hear from here- but be knows Gojo’s playful reaction is nowhere near what she had hoped for.

As he shifts his view he wanders to himself as he people watches. He’s not all that sure why he even came. Possibly because you invited Yuuji, who then invited him. But he can’t stop replaying your sweet face talking to him with excitement as you grabbed his hand and telling- no demanding him to attend after meeting him for the first time. Your enthusiam to see him again had his fantasies gripped. The charm of your words had him in a spell, telling him if he didn't make it you'd be the most 'unhappiest girl on Christmas'

And well- he couldn’t let you be the unhappiest girl on Christmas could he?

But your aunt is making him regret his decision as she locked eyes on him and chatted his soul away about shit he doesn’t give a fuck about. He’s a tether away from snapping at her. Temper rising to rival Sukuna’s, until he’s saved by a gentle hand coaxing his arm in another direction away from your aunt

Things move slowly for Choso when he turns his head to reveal you- that pretty dress making you look more etheral than he’d care to think about. He feels the world on mute as he focusses on you latched onto his arm- squeezing slightly when you talk

“Okay Aunty! Think Daddy wanted to talk to you”

“Oh alright hun!”

He breathes a sigh of relief when she bids her farewell, whispering to you before he even thinks about it

“Thankyou”

His eyes widen as soon as it slips out, but he softens when you let out a cute giggle. Rubbing his arm mindlessly as you speak

“It’s okay, I’d want to be saved too if she latched onto me”

He hums in agreeance, looking down to you and admiring your pretty features.

This is why he came

For you

“I’m happy you came, Sukuna kept saying you wouldn’t, but I knew you would”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“You just don��t pin me as the type to break a promise Choso”

Your voice could send him to heaven, he’s not as nice as you pin him down to be, but by god- he would be on his best behaviour if it meant you’d look at him like that all day and night.

“Want to meet my family?”

He smirks

“Do I have to?”

You faux gasp, clutching a hand to your heart dramatically. This is where he realises Saturu Gojo really has helped your parents raise you. He chuckles at the similar display deciding to play along with your dramatics

“Quit being cute. I’ll meet’em alright?”

You smile at getting what you want- kissing his cheek and giggling. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if you really did get everything you wanted. The lilt in your voice proves it to be relatively true, but he doesn't care, he just wants to keep making you smile and giggle at him like that.

“Knew you would”

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#choso x reader #choso #choso kamo #jjk choso #kamo choso #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo x reader #fem!reader #dad!geto #daughter!reader #yoink

[thebottomfromhell]

Hi, i would like to request a hantengu clones (you can add zohakuten or original hantengu) x (any gender) reader, so reader is (most of the time or maybe all the time) really really nice but something had snapped inside reader, they/he/she go all mad because of an argument or maybe something had happened with someone they had bumped into.

I will use GN for this one, I hope nobody minds. I also disn't know if this meant individually, but I took it as if you wanted a drabble... I hope I was right and that you like this work.

GN nice reader snaps at the Hantengu Clones (ft. Hantengu) after a bad day

Warnings: Polyamory, Implied Self-cest (due a poly, nothing about it actually there), Angst.

You don't like too much attention or to cause trouble, you also hate treating others badly, even when they deserve it. For all of that, more often than not you tend to hold your tongue and keep your mouth shut everytime you get angry, and if the situation doesn't get better you leave the space and go back the second you manage to calm down. Sometimes it works better than others, there are still time you got to face the situation still angry, but having your time and space always help.

Today, though? It was a nightmare. It seemed everything and everyone today needed you urgently, didn't give you any time to even eat or drink something, and for some reason more than one people had the urge to talk back to you today for stupid things. Now you are tired, hungry, resented... this doesn't help. This days has already ended, you are unsatisfied about it, yet, you don't have it in you to do something about it.

It doesn't help that you know what is waiting for you at home, Hantengu and his clones. Don't misunderstand, you adore these guys, to the point you are in a romantic relationship with the clones, sometimes you even feel like the owner of a harem with them around, but... they are pretty handy. Not only by their nature of being a human flesh eating demon that burns under the sun, but the fact that they are the personification of an specific emotion each, some even opposites to each others. Because of that, the fact that they act up on that emotion and clash with each other is to be expected, so you are the one who must put order in your own home.

So you sigh as you get home, contemplating just... staying outside or going to an inn to spend the night. You can imagina already Karaku and Sekido making a mess in their arguments, Urogi clinging to you, Hantengu sobbing with no end and and Aizetsu... well, Aizetsu will not do anything wrong but he also won't be helpful at all, and you are not in position to really care about it.

Then, the door opens and you need to swallow a groan of frustration when Urogi comes out and gets on top of you. "Y/N! Y/N! You're home!" Usually you would find this endearing and cute, but you are not in the mood. "Yeah, I'm home..." you say tired as you support yourself with the wall as you get in, not even bothering in closing the door behind you. If someone or something gets in then there is a demon to face, not that it matters. "Welcome." You nod at it, too tired to actually answer, even worse with Urogi on top of you. Aizetsu tilts his head but he doesn't say anything else, just close his eyes and keep himself to and for himself. Most likely bracing himself for the next part.

"You DISGUSTING PIG! I'l KILL YOU, Karaku!" You hear ceramics break, well, there goes a tea cup. "C'mon, Sekido. We both know you are just jealou-" the sound of flesh being penetrated and a liquid splashing in a surface interrupt him, and now you gotta clean your kitchen. Oh joy, that is sarcasm. Usually, you would try to ask what is going on and intervene before they break something actually vauable or needed in the household, but right now you are becoming every time more frustrated. "Eeeeeck! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Breath... count to ten... anything... just don't- "CUT IT OUT, FUCKING-!" you shut yourself up before finishing the sentence, making everyone look at you, making you feel embarrased, making the anger fade away into a more miserable feeling. You want to cry, scream into a pillow, be comforted, to sleep, to eat. You don't want this. Why is your day hoing so bad? "I'm sorry..." you whisper as you cower away, face a bit heated, eyes a bit blurry and throat with a knot that starts to fill your nose with the need to sob.

Urogi gets off you to see you as the others also get close, minus Hantengu, he keeps cowering away, but at least has the decency to cover his own sobs. "Y/N, are you ok?" "Shhhh, shhh, babe, it's ok. Let's go to sit down." Aizetsu is the one who grab you and guide you to sit as the other stares. "Stay here. I'll bring tea." But you don't want tea, amd that sounded ungrateful to yourself. There is a moment that the only noise are your contained sobs as the other clones see you, making you cover your face with your hands put of shame, only rubbing your nose and eyes.

"Karaku. Urogi. Take some steps back!" They do, giving you a bit more of space. "Bad day?" He ask, softer, to you, as you can only nod with the soreness in your throat and the lack of trust you have in not starting to cry right away. "Is there anything we can do?" You shake your head as Aizetsu puts the tea in fron mt of you and Karaku streches a hand to pat your back. You stay like this for a while, until you fall asleep with them tryibg to comfort you.

It really sucked.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #hantengu #gn reader

[marchtooctober]

Twilight finally steps into Loid Forger's home. It was late at night and he thought for sure that everybody was already asleep, save for Bond who might get overzealous and wake everyone up. But the moment he closes the door, a figure appeared through his vision.

It was Yor, putting away laundry. She put them down and walked over to Loid.

"Loid! You're finally back!" She says in quiet surprise. Bond circled around them.

Loid pat Bond's head who then went back to his spot right away. Then he turned to Yor.

"I'm home. Sorry, I'm very late... I must have made you worried."

"Uhm... No! It's okay... You must have been very busy at work. " Yor asked.

"Well..." Loid's voice trailed off.

If only she knows what this man just went through.

"Yes... I had a very tough patient I had to deal with." He finally said.

Yor's eyes went wide.

"Did you have another concussive session with a patient?! Did you get hurt anywhere?! Oh, look! You have bruises! Let's treat you! Sorry, I didn't notice right away. It's dim." Yor stared at him with obviously worried eyes.

Loid couldn't stare back at her, feeling that he might end up letting his guard down.

"N-No! There's no need for that. My bruises are not that bad. I'm just... really tired with dealing with my patient today."

"Do you want some tea before you rest?"

Loid was very ready to retire to bed and sleep away the pain of his arm's gunshot wound. But chances of peace with Yor are ever so rare that he willed himself to stay.

"Ah... Sure."

"Okay. I'll pour you a cup."

Yor seated herself beside Loid on the sofa. The closeness made Loid all tingly but in a very comforting way. For the most of time, they were silent. Then Yor gave repeated glances at Loid.

"Is there something bothering you, Yor?"

"A-Wha-What? Sorry! It's just..." Yor emptied her cup and placed it on the table before continuing.

"Seeing that you can get hurt like this for treating a patient... Are you still okay with it?"

Loid seemed to be caught off guard, he only stared right back at Yor.

"Don't you regret being a psychiatrist?"

The silenced prolonged. The question gave a deep impression to Loid, to Twilight. As if asking if he regrets being a spy.

"Sorry! That was rude of me to ask! I'm not even the one to speak. I'm really sorry! You don't need to answer that, Loid."

Loid also placed his own empty cup on the table. He leaned back and stared up the ceiling.

"No. I don't regret it. Even when I get hurt doing this proffession. Because it's something that I have decided a long time ago. So there's nothing else for me but to stick with it, even during the hard times."

Yor fell silent, her eyes glinting as if understanding Loid's words very well.

Loid closed his eyes and recalled right away what he just said. It was something he just blurted out but it's true. Not only for him, but also for everyone else who decided their own path.

He drew his head back, almost hanging to the side. His mind is in total disarray. His eyes fluttered open in time only to see Yor leaning over him. Too tired and slow to react, his mind suddenly went blank when he felt a kiss on his forehead.

"You did well." Yor said and sat back.

Her calm demeanor quickly turned into surprise, and she covered her face with her hands.

Loid fixed himself in an instant, sitting properly. He faced a very embarrassed Yor. Internally, he was just as embarrassed because of their proximity just now.

"N-No! It's not what you think it is! I just..." Yor said and waved her hands.

"C-Calm down, Yor! Speak slowly." Loid said with a similarly frantic gesture.

After a few breaths, Yor continued.

"My coworkers told me that... a... w-welcome home kiss is a common thing between couples. B-But I couldn't do it earlier and you're too tired from work so I... just wanted to comfort you instead." She said and shyly looked at Loid.

Loid took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Yor. And I'm sorry." He said.

"What? You have nothing to apologize! I'm... the one who should say sorry."

"I'm sorry because I..."

His words trailed off once more as his body started moving on its own. It was as if his arm was no longer in pain and reached out for Yor's face. In an instant, Loid closed off the distance and pulled Yor into a kiss.

It was a kiss that was warmer than the tea they just had. Loid closes his eyes and thoroughly felt Yor's lips, his hand gently holding the base of her head. Yor was wide-eyed for a second before she let herself be pulled in deeper. To her, this first kiss doesn't taste like lemon. It was the sweetest thing there ever was.

All thought is lost, only this moment remains. And perhaps, it's just what Loid really needed as a reward after a hard day's work.

#I'm quietly laughing like a maniac while writing this y'know hahahahaha #written by me who only ever had Hershey's™ kisses lol #oh I'll just stay this way #let my ships kiss each other not me and let me be happy #gosh #loiyor #twiyor #loid forger #yor briar #twilight #thorn princess #spy x family fanfic #spy x family #spy x family spoilers #spy x family short fic #loiyor short fic #kyaaaa~♡♡♡ #I'm fangirling way too much #🤩😍😍 #hope you enjoyed #tho this is too short to be put on ao3 (the site's currently down anyway i think)

[cyrusthedragon]

Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

#ghost #ghost cod #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley is a babygirl #ghost x f!reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x f!reader

[mi-dori]

Day Two

❦𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔?❦

Game: Genshin Impact

Prompt: Your lover has locked herself away for 500 years and now that she's out, she's missed out on one of the most biggest holiday each year.

Warnings: None

Reader is the eldest of the Kamisato siblings

"Ms. Kamisato, the preparations for the Christmas party you asked for have set. Would you like to take a look at it?" You rose your head from the pile of paperwork on your desk and greeted to awaiting woman with a smile.

"Let Ayato handle that. I'm a bit busy and I have to meet with someone... important." The lady left with a bow and you let out a tired sigh. Once again, Christmas is back and it's your job to ensure that Inazuma has the best Christmas as usual but this year things will be a bit different since Ei had finally decided to come out of her shell... Will she know what Christmas is?

You practically sprang out of your seat when you saw the clock strike 6 am. You had a meeting with Gujii Yae and you didn't wanna be late. Upon arriving at the Shrine, you were greeted with dazzling lights hooked on the sakura blossoms, a big Christmas tree in the middle of the Shrine. As you looked around, mesmerised by the pretty scene, you heard a faint chuckle behind you. "Once again you're in awe at my decorations~"

"L-lady Yae! I-It looks beautiful as usual! You never fail impress."

"Of course not. I am 'The Yae Miko' after all. Do I ever fail to impress?~"

She led you into the small cabin as tea was already poured out and waiting. "I trust that you've told Ei about this joyful holiday right?"

"Umm... about that... I haven't had the time to see Ei. Its been a busy week so I haven't spoken to her as yet." You fidgeted with the tea cup infront of you which made Yae instantly raise an eyebrow.

"Is something else bothering you, dearest?"

"N-no! I-uh... no everything's alright."

She didn't buy that lie, however, she didn't press further on it. The two of you discussed events planned out for Christmas and the meeting took almost the entire day. By the time you were getting ready to leave, an unexpected person showed up.

"Will any of you care to explain the deal with all these lights and decorating?" You joyfully turned around upon hearing the voice of your beloved.

"Ei! I was just about to come see you." Ei smiled and opened her arms for a hug to which you immediately ran in. She pecked your lips oh so softly before returning her gaze to Yae.

"Are you behind all of this?" Ei motioned to the beautifully decorated shrine. Yae just smiled and shrugged before leaving you.

With one last look around, your lover snapped her attention back to you. "Why don't we take a walk around and I'll explain."

With your hands interwined, the two of you took a walk around Inazuma, greeting local citizens as they call out wonderful praises to you both. "What is this 'Christmas' that everyone has been gushing about? Is it something to eat?"

You let out a small chuckle at her adorable innocence, "No my love, Christmas is a holiday. While you were locked away for 500 years, I did a bit of research because I wanted the people of Inazuma to have something to look forward to. With the help of Yae, the traveler and my siblings, I stumbled upon the holiday of Christmas. It happens every year end, close to the new year. These decorations and colorful lights are what bring out the Christmas spirit..." you stopped at the large Christmas tree implanted in the center of the city.

Ei was mesmerised at how pretty the tree looked and as the lights reflected in her eyes, you couldn't help but stare and admire her beauty. "Staring is considered rather rude, love."

"I'm not staring. I'm admiring. There's a difference."

"Oh you and your silly comebacks... you have done a wonderful thing for Inazuma, having introduced this holiday to the people."

"Thank you. It's a beautiful holiday."

"Do people bake sweets to celebrate as well?"

Ei looked rather adorable with her slightly pouty lips. "Of course my love. I'll get you some after... you give me a kiss."

"In public?" She blushed.

You smirked before stealing a small peck before running away.

"Hey! Get back here!"

The two mightiest beings of Inazuma were chasing each other because of a kiss. You both looked incredibly childish but none of you cared as the only thing that mattered was the love that existed for each other.

#ei #raiden ei #genshin impact #genshin impact ei #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #genshin impact raiden