#OK THIS ONE IS FINE I FOUND THE MISTAKE AND IT IS GONE

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PART 2 PLSSSSSSSSSSS

I need the comfort

ok ok ok ok ok mother's here - I've fixed it for you. Don't say I never did anything for ya 😉

part two of Mistake: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: angst, hurt and COMFORT read part one here

Remus felt like he’d just been slapped. In fact, he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, he would see a red welt in the shape of your hand across his cheek. 

Lupin?

You haven’t called him that since...well since you started dating. As a matter of fact, he can’t remember the last time you referred to him in any way other than some sickly-sweet pet name that he pretended embarrassed him, but he secretly preened at. 

I’ll see you around.

What the hell did that mean? What just happened?

He felt stuck...perhaps he should go after you? But you told him to go check on Sirius: make sure he’s okay for me, yeah? And he meant what he had said – the three of you would be back to normal in no time. They’d catch up with you tomorrow.

Remus tried to replay every interaction you had tonight. You had asked how their days were...he replied and asked how yours was. Should he have asked you first?

He should have asked you first.

You tried making conversation, but Remus was so hyper focused on Sirius’ mood – afraid that he’d do or say something out of pocket that would hurt your feelings – that each attempt sort of fell flat. Remus had been there before – he’s witnessed Sirius’ tendency to self-sabotage and ruin a good thing once he finally has it, and he didn’t want that to happen again. Not with you.

He knew what Sirius really needed was some quiet; a chance to ponder and lament angrily inside his own head without outside influence.

Maybe they should have cancelled – rescheduled your study date for another time. Clearly his effort to protect you from any negativity was in vain.  

But it was just a bad day, a blip, a one-off. You would all get some good sleep tonight and reconvene tomorrow.

Right?

Maybe he should have followed you.

But by the time he could manage to pry his feet from the floor of the library that he felt cemented to, you were gone. 

He would just have to talk it out with you tomorrow.

Remus entered his dorm to find Peter already asleep on his bed, James finishing the Transfiguration essay that was due tomorrow morning on his own bed, and both Remus and Sirius’ beds empty. 

“Pads around?” Remus asked James quietly as he began to shuck off his uniform. The quiet tone was mostly for courtesy’s sake knowing Peter could sleep through a stampede of hippogriffs.

James peered at Remus from above his glasses before nodding his head towards the bathroom door.

Sure enough, Remus found Sirius leaning against the shower stall with his eyes closed as the water cascaded around his form. 

“You almost done, love?” Remus asked gently. Sirius spooked slightly as he turned to look at Remus; his eyes were red and glossy...he had been crying.

“You didn’t stay with her?”

Remus fought the urge to grimace, to heave, to turn around and run. He opted to gently shake his head. “No, she... said she got most of what she needed to do done.”

Sirius seemed to consider that as he sighed. “Was she terribly upset? I didn’t...I didn’t mean to be an ass. I know James always says I’m quick to take it out on others – I tried really hard not to, honest. I swear it, Rem I-”

Remus began shaking his head as he moved towards Sirius. He could tell by the smell in the bathroom that Sirius had already washed his hair and there were no more suds on his body, so he turned the water off and handed Sirius a towel. 

“You were fine, Sirius. She’s – she’s fine.” He lied.

He lied. He lied to Sirius. About you.

But how could he look Sirius in the eye right now – Sirius who was currently standing naked, soaking wet, nearly hyperventilating, not over his disgusting parents but because he was afraid that he may have upset you – and tell him that between the maybe seven minutes since Sirius had left the library and now, Remus had completely mucked it all up?

The answer was: he couldn’t. He couldn’t look Sirius in the eye and admit that he may have just sabotaged your relationship.

It’s going to be fine. He tried to tell himself. We’ll fix this all tomorrow.

You felt beyond childish, hiding in your dorm room like some toddler throwing a temper tantrum. But you had decided last night that what you really needed was space. Some breathing room. A chance to see this from a different lens. A different perspective.

And you couldn’t do that when your heart was breaking. And being around Remus and Sirius felt like that right now.

It felt heart breaking. 

And perhaps that was your answer right there. If this was causing you heart ache, why were you doing it to yourself? To them? You didn’t deserve that, and neither did they.

But it wasn’t just this you were worried about. It was more than just this relationship – it was the friendship that preceded it. It was the meshing of you into their circle of friends. You were their friend long before you were ever their girlfriend. You wouldn’t just be losing Remus and Sirius: your boyfriend’s; you’d also be losing Remus and Sirius: your friend’s.

Maybe you should have thought about that before you said yes.

Suddenly, you were a little angry: they had asked you to be their girlfriend – not the other way around! Why would they put you through all of this for, what? For...

Was it really for nothing?

“Are you coming to breakfast?” Shelby asked you quietly from the door. You shifted your head on the pillow to make eye contact with her. “No, I’ve got some things to work on. I think I’ll hang out up here today.”

She seemed to consider you, eyes squinting and mouth pursing before she offered a curt nod. “I’ll bring something back for you then.”

You smiled gratefully at her. At least you knew if you did lose Remus and Sirius, you would still have friends who cared about you. 

Sirius spent most of his life believing he’d never be worthy of nice things. He was raised by monsters which meant he was a product of monsters; he was basically a monster.

He knew that the Black Darkness was always simmering just below the surface. It was archetypal of Black’s to explode; to lace their words with venom and strike at their victim, always aiming for the jugular. It had been Sirius’ own M.O. for his whole life. He had nearly lost everyone who ever meant anything to him on account of it. He had almost lost Moony.

Which is why it was so important to him that you never end up the latest victim of his Black Darkness. He was so afraid of disappointing you, letting you down, making you feel unloved. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to live with himself if he slipped – if he said something or did something to make you hate him. 

And it wasn’t just you he was worried about hurting; he knew if he hurt you, Remus would likely never forgive him.

Remus may have forgiven Sirius for his Darkness once; he didn’t want to risk trying for a second time. Sirius felt he’d hit his threshold for forgiveness – one more sin and he’d be on his own, surely.

So, he walked away. He tried to do it nicely – to excuse himself politely, assure you he’d be back in no time. 

But he still left.

It was cowardly. 

He needed to talk to you.

Which is why Sirius could be found that morning sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, knee bouncing frantically under the table and his body turned towards the entrance – waiting for you to make an appearance.

Except, you never came.

“Wait, Shelby just walked in without her. Where is she?” He asked despondently, turning towards Remus. 

Remus watched as Shelby and a few of your other friends sat at their usual places without you. “Come on.” He said quickly as the two of them stood and made their way over.

“Hey Shelby. Do you know where Y/N is?” Remus asked quietly, hoping his guilt didn’t permeate his tone. Unfortunately, under Shelby’s scrutinizing glance, he was sure he had been found out. 

“She’s in the dorm.” She said flatly, looking between the two boys. 

Sirius exchanged a glance with Remus before continuing. “Erm, do you...do you know why?” 

Shelby furrowed her brows “all she said was she had ‘some things to work on’ and that she’d be in the room today.”

Remus hissed under his breath and pulled Sirius aside.

“Pads, I’m sorry, but I think-”

“What is going on?” Sirius interrupted.

“Last night, I... I think Y/N was upset?”

“Upset? With me?” Sirius asked, shame worming its way through every cell in his body. 

“I don’t know. I... I don’t think so. But she...she said she’d ‘see me around’ and then called me Lupin.” 

All blood drained from Sirius’ face as he considered Remus’ words.

See him around...see him around!? What the hell did that mean? Did you not plan on seeing them again? Oh gods...you never planned on seeing them again.

“Rem...” Sirius breathed out, leaning against a pillar for support.

“I know, I don’t-”

“Good grief, what’s gotten into you two?” James commented as he walked into the Great Hall with Lily, who opted to carry on in her search for Regulus as James took in the state of his two friends.

“Well? What’s got you in such a twist?” He pressed when neither boy offered an explanation.

“It’s Y/N.” Remus admitted.

“She’s leaving us.” Sirius blurted.

“Okay, we don’t know that.” Remus conceded.

Sirius scoffed. “Well, she basically told you to go fuck yourself last night and now she’s avoiding us; what do you call that?”

“She didn’t tell me to go fuck myself!”

James groaned and rolled his eyes before grabbing Remus and Sirius’ shirts and dragging them over to the Slytherin table.

“That’s it. You guys need to talk to Regulus.” James muttered.

“Regulus?!” Sirius sputtered, looking at James incredulously. “I’m not asking my baby brother for relationship advice.”

“You’re not asking for relationship advice. You’re asking for his perspective on his own relationship.”

“Ew! That’s worse! I don’t want to hear about my baby brother’s relationship with my adoptive brother.” 

“Oh for- you are going to listen to Regulus’ perspective on what it’s like being added to a polyamorous relationship last.” James pressed, tone implying no nonsense. 

Sirius (unwillingly) and Remus (placidly) were dragged to the dark side (read: the Slytherin table) to be read their Miranda Rights have their asses handed to them by one Regulus Arcturus Black. 

“Reg, dear. I’m begging, pleading, on my hands and knees: put the poor sods out of their misery.” James said as he bodily sat Remus and Sirius on the bench across from Regulus.

Lily snickered and poked her nose into Regulus’ cheek, causing the youngest Black to blush, though the rest of his face remained stoic as he sized Sirius and Remus up.

“What have the two of you done now?” He drawled. “I can’t help but notice one third – arguably the better third - of your little trio is missing.”

Sirius scoffed, though he didn’t argue – Regulus wasn’t wrong per se; he loved Moony, but you were indeed the best of the bunch.

James cleared his throat pointedly as he shot Remus and Sirius a look.

“Right, er” Remus started awkwardly. “We seem to have, uhm. I mean to say that-”

“Why does Y/N hate us?” Sirius spat, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately afterwards as if those words had fallen from his mouth without his consent.

“Y/N? As in your girlfriend, Y/N?” Regulus asked, moving his eyes between his brother and his brother’s boyfriend.

“Yes, as in our girlfriend.” Remus muttered.

“What did you say to offend her?” James asked unhelpfully.

“Do you think if we knew that, we’d be here right now?” Sirius spat back. 

“No, I don’t think that.” Regulus answered for him. “What I think has probably happened is she’s feeling terribly insecure in your relationship and neither of you have done anything to help her.”

Well that shut Sirius up... Sirius noticed that Remus was pretty quiet too.

“Were...” Sirius asked, grimacing when he looked over at Lily and James knowing this was teetering slightly into the realm of things-he-doesn’t-really-want-to-know-about-his-brother’s-relationship-with-his-best-friend territory. But damnit, Sirius was as desperate man. And desperate times called for desperate measures. “Were you terribly insecure when you started dating...these two?” Sirius sneered the end of his sentence earning him a ‘hey!’ from Lily and a solid whack up the back of the head from James.

“Yes.” Regulus answered simply.

“Why?” Remus asked, looking desperately close to pulling out his notebook to take notes. Scratch that, Sirius watched as James swallowed a teasing remark when Remus actually pulled out a notebook to take notes. 

“It’s hard coming after. There’s a part of your brain that convinces you that you are second best; that you’ve somehow come in second place. If that’s not bad enough, then you begin spending time with two people who already have history, already have a connection, and already have a rhythm that doesn’t leave much room to pull you into the mix. And if it does pull you into the mix, you end up feeling terribly guilty for disrupting that rhythm. It’s all quite difficult.”

Sirius’ mouth hung open at Regulus’ demure tone on what sounded like a really heartbreaking situation. 

“Let me ask you this,” Regulus continued, unawares of Sirius’ inner dialogue (which consisted mostly of panicked ‘oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods). “How has your relationship – between the two of you – changed since you added a third?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance before looking back at Regulus. “Uhm...not, really?”

“Not much at all.” Remus admitted more clearly.

“I see...” Regulus said, narrowing his gaze. “And how much time have each of you spent with her individually without the other present?”

Regulus got his answer in the form of awkward silence. 

“How did either of you expect your relationship to work if neither of you were willing to change the nature of yours in order to help it grow?” Regulus spat. 

“Well...” Remus started, but his sentence died when he realized there was nothing to say. 

“But...you stayed? Why?” Sirius asked his brother.

At this, Regulus’s face fell as he gave Sirius a sad smile. “Because of how we were raised, Sirius. I was so excited to be wanted, even for a moment, that I was willing to beg for scraps of whatever I could sink my claws into. She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.”

James and Lily looked forlorn as the latter placed her hand on Regulus’ shoulder consolingly. 

“It didn’t hurt to have the walking definition of unconditional love and the smartest, most intuitive witch I know to notice any discontent on my part.” He admitted shyly, earning him a smack of a kiss on the cheek from James.

“Gross. You guys are sickening.” Sirius muttered petulantly.

“So?” Lily interrupted what was close to becoming a squabble between the two Black brothers. “What are you guys going to do?”

Remus sported a determined expression as he looked to Sirius. “We’re going to make it right.”

Shelby stood by her word and brought your breakfast. She also brought you lunch, and then dinner. But by the following morning, she was tired of playing the role of house elf.

“Alright, are you going to tell me why you’re avoiding Lupin and Black?” She asked plainly, plopping herself down uninvited onto your bed.

“Wha-? I’m ... I’m not avoiding them.” You lied poorly.

“Please; don’t spit on my muffin and call it frosting, Y/N. You’re obviously avoiding them.”

“I...ew?”

She groaned and fell onto her back in defeat. “Please, for all that is holy, tell me why they’ve been following me around like kicked puppies hoping I’ll take them to their master?”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your book that you held open but had never been reading. “Yeah, I’m sure they’re real upset.” You muttered.

“That’s it.” She spat and plucked your book out of your hands, throwing it over her shoulder unceremoniously. You cringed to think about how Remus would feel seeing a book treated in such a way.

“I was reading that!”

“Don’t lie to me again.” She said, levelling you with a ‘no nonsense’ look. “Spill.”

You sighed deeply, looking toward the window to try and find the words you’d spent the last 24 hours trying to formulate. She never rushed you for your answer, giving you all the time you needed. 

“I feel insignificant.” You admitted finally.

“And?”

You turned to face her, bemusement painting your features. “What do you mean, and?”

“And... have you spoken to them about it?”

You felt a little embarrassed to admit that no, you hadn’t.

“Why not?”

And that simple question seemed to set off all the emotions (mostly frustration) that simmered beneath your surface.

“Because Shelby. Because I don’t want to have to beg for love and affection. I don’t want to have to tell people how to love me; they should just already love me. I don��t want to feel like I’m intruding in someone else’s relationship. I don’t want to have to point out that I’m here and I’m hurting. It’s mortifying. I... I think I’m just done.”

Shelby nodded in understanding before she stood from your bed. “Then you need to finish this today. No more hiding in your room being angry by yourself, and no more letting them sniff around the castle like dejected little runts. Put all three of you out of your misery.” 

It was your turn to nod as you too stood from your bed, ready to face possibly one of the most heartbreaking days of your life.

But Shelby was right; it was time. 

The worst part was that Shelby had been telling the truth; Remus and Sirius did look like kicked puppies. 

The second you had entered the Great Hall you heard a crash of knees against benches and cutlery clashing as Sirius clumsily tried to vacate his seat in record time to make it over to you.

“Y/N!” He called, as if you could have missed the racket he made just prior. 

He looked gaunt – like he hadn’t eaten or slept enough (in the only less than 48 hours) since you’d seen him last. His eyes were red and a little swollen, like he’d been rubbing at them.

You immediately felt sick with guilt; if he really was struggling with things with his family, the last thing you wanted was to add to his stress. But Sirius was looking after himself, and Remus was looking after him too; someone needed to think about you. You had to look after yourself.

Remus didn’t look much better, approaching the two of you much more slowly, hardly making eye contact with you as if you’d lash out at any moment. You had to admit that it annoyed you a little bit.

“Hi Sirius.” You offered, voice grating over the sudden tightness. “Remus.”

Some of the tension seemed to leave Remus’ shoulders as he made an effort to make eye contact with you.

“Can we talk?” He asked timidly. 

You knew what was coming, what was happening, what you yourself had come here planning to do.

But it broke your heart nonetheless.

“Sure.” You whispered, and exited the Great Hall without waiting to see if they were following you. 

You walked into an empty classroom and leaned against one of the walls as Remus and Sirius closed the door behind them. They shared another look and stood opposite of you.

More secret conversations. You thought bitterly. And doesn’t this just paint a lovely picture; them versus you. 

“Y/N. We, uhm...we’ve been talking, and we realized that...that maybe we haven’t gone about this the right way.” Sirius started, looking at Remus continuously as he addressed you. 

We’ve made a terrible mistake. 

“We didn’t take into account the ways in which our relationship would have to change in order to make the three of us work” Remus added.

We didn’t realize how much you’d take away from us, you heard

“We feel like we’ve been unfair to you, and... we’re really sorry.” Sirius concluded, looking like his heart had been ripped out of his rib cage. You supposed that would make sense, considering that’s how you currently felt yourself.

It probably hurt all the same to them – they’d be losing the friendships the three of you had created too; the friendship you had with Remus, the friendship you had with Sirius, and the fun the three of you had all together. But you still loved them, and the last thing you wanted to do was to interfere in their relationship.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.” You admitted finally. “It was just a mistake.”

Remus’ head cocked to the side like a confused puppy whilst Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed. “Well...I, I’m not sure-” Remus started but was cut off by Sirius.

“Wait, Y/N, what exactly do you think the mistake was?”

You looked between the two of them as you lifted your shoulder. “I... I guess including me?” You stated as a question.

Sirius actually sputtered as Remus stepped towards you, stopping himself seemingly before he made to grab you.

“No! No, Dove. That’s not a mistake!” He insisted.

“Are you kidding? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us – no, no. This...wow, okay. Can we start from the beginning, please? Why do you think this was a mistake?” Sirius managed to (barely) get out.

You looked to the ceiling, eyes stinging at the reality of having to voice your hurt. “Because” your voice came out embarrassingly high. “Because it-it felt...better when we were friends. I didn’t feel...in the way. And it felt easier. Just - I didn’t mean to come in between you, and I never...” you cut yourself off, quickly moving into hyperventilating territory. 

“But-”

“It’s not a mistake!” Sirius shouted, cutting Remus off. “This wasn’t a mistake! You weren’t a mistake. I... okay. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, that’s true. But I don’t consider that a mistake. Not you, never you.”

“It was a surprise; a happy accident.” Remus added hopefully shy.

You felt drunk...dizzy...beyond confused. Weren’t they breaking up with you? Weren’t you supposed to be breaking up with them!?

“I think it was easier when we were friends because we weren’t putting so much pressure on ourselves to get this right.” Sirius explained.

Remus nodded and continued. “Sirius used to get so jealous if I got to hang out with you without him if he was at practice – took us a while to figure out that it was because he wished he was the one hanging out with you. When we started dating, I guess Sirius and I figured we’d just make sure to always hangout with you together so that neither of us felt left out. But we never even thought about how that must’ve been making you feel, dove. I’m so sorry.” 

“Regulus read us our rights.” Sirius admitted abashedly. “He pointed out that the relationship between the three of us will only work if our relationships with each other are strong. And we didn’t make our individual relationships with you a priority – that was our mistake, Y/N. Not you.” 

“Our mistake was believing you would just ‘catch up’ to where we are – which is years in the making – and also expecting you to somehow do that on your own. It was selfish and thoughtless.” Remus stressed

The things they were saying made sense and spoke to your very soul, but you couldn’t shake off this lingering feeling of dread.

“I... I should have said something... about how I was feeling.”

Sirius sighed, but it was Remus who spoke. “I think all of us could have done a better job communicating, that’s true. But we should have been more considerate. We asked you to join us, dove; we should have made that easy for you to do.”

“To think how much grief we’ve caused ourselves, when we could have just solved this all with a conversation.” Sirius mumbled dejectedly. 

“We’re not too late, are we? To solve this?” Remus asked quietly. Sirius’ eyes looked like they were close to popping out of his skull as he stood and made for you, grabbing your hands pleadingly.

“Oh gods, Y/N. You... you were breaking up with us, weren’t you? You thought we were breaking up with you?” His voice sounded very close to a sob.

“Please...please dove I- I don’t know that we deserve it, but please give us a chance to make this right, to do this properly. Give us a chance to love you the way you deserve.” Remus begged, moving to stand in front of you with Sirius, though he controlled his urge to grab your hands. 

You looked between the two boys; the two boys who you’ve been basically in love with for so long – the two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and wondered to yourself again:

Have we made a terrible mistake?

Remus’ golden eyes shimmered with compassion and warmth, and Sirius burned fiercely in devotion and promises.  

Had you made a mistake? Falling in love with them?

No.

Perhaps Remus was right. Perhaps this was a happy accident.

“Okay.” You whispered. Remus exhaled the breath he’d been holding while Sirius’ face morphed into a small, hopeful kind of smile – far shyer than you were used to seeing from the boy.

“Okay?” He asked, moving his hands up from your wrists to your shoulders.

“Yeah... I-I don’t want to lose you guys.” You admitted wetly, a tear betraying you as it fell down your cheek. Sirius was quick to catch it with his thumb.

“Never, dove. Not if I can help it.” Remus promised. 

You believed him.  

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Sorry to keep botherin you but i just have multiple ideas!!! Sorry again- ehem. New idea:

Reader is an alpha who goes to Miguel's room and finds out that Miguel's in heat, but not only that. The reader found out miguel is actually an omega!! Not an alpha miguel tells everyone... so... reader fucked him and breeds him and took care of him after that:3 >//////<

I love it. You are never bothering me anon🖤.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ! ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ! ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

cw:ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ. ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ. ᴋɴᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴇʟʟʏʙᴜʟɢɪɴɢ. ʜᴇᴀᴛ. ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ꜱʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ + ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ.

Not so Alpha Miguel who has been acting strangely as of late. Snapping at everyone who made any mistakes when dealing with anomalies, having zero patience. If you thought his attitude was bad before, you were in for one hell of a ride. 

Acting as if he suddenly can't hear when anybody ask if he's ok.

Not so Alpha Miguel who flinches slightly every single time someone comes remotely close to him. Quickly creating space between anyone near him. Even you.

"Hey Miguel, are you ok there? Want to grab some lunch?" You would say, placing your hand on his shoulder, noticing how he would shy away from your touch. He was warm.

"No. I'm fine." is all he would say before walking away. Not wanting to hear any further questions.

Not so Alpha Miguel who has been struggling to keep up with capturing anomalies. Quickly feeling fatigued and eventually letting you or someone else handle it, which was unusual.

Watching him walk back through the portal with a fatigued and trembling figure.

Not so Alpha Miguel who has been smelling sweet as of late. The scent was wafting through throughout any area he was in for a mere second. 

Perhaps he was trying out a new perfume?

Not so Alpha Miguel who has been gone for a couple of days. Making you and everyone else worried. You go to check up on him. Beginning on the way to his room once you've found your way. The sweet smell is getting stronger by the minute.

It was overwhelming and almost too much to bare, but in a way, it also pulled you in. Giving you some type of hungry desire you didn't even know you had.

"Hey Miguel, are you alright? Everyone is worried about you. I just wanted to know if you were ok." Whispering in a hushed tone as you open the door to his bedroom.

Not so Alpha Miguel whose heat practically slaps you in the face once you fully open the door. The man squirming and wiggling in his nest, finding it slightly amusing how much he told you that it wasn't what it looked like. Oh, but you knew better than that. Watching as his flush became more prominent with every step you took. 

Hissing at you not to come near him and to get out of his room. Not wanting to give into his shameful urge that he gets with each passing second.

Not so Alpha Miguel who mewls loudly as you push into his oozing hole, wet with slick. His walls clamping around you tightly, making you groan in ecstasy at the feeling. He was practically pulling you in without even trying.

Noticing how once you are fully in. A semi-large bump formed in his belly. It's so erotic, that you can't help but chuckle at the sight.

Not so Alpha Miguel who sobs with every abrupt thrust you give. Shrinking from your predatory gaze as you mark up his chest and neck, or anywhere your know will embarrass him. Slapping his chest when he tries to protest about not wanting anybody to see him marked up like this.  

Not so Alpha Miguel whose eyes can't help but roll back as you fill and pound into his puffy hole. He doesn't even remember how many times he's came at this point. Orgasm after orgasm being ripped out of him. Whining as your seed dribbles out only for you to push it back in.

You didn't want it to go to waste, of course. Your mind was filled with the intent of breeding him until he at least looked a couple of months pregnant!

"I-I can't anymore mmh pleas, it's too much." He would whimper as he subconsciously grinded back into your cock, attempting to match your speed. His words sure didn't match his actions.

"Shut up and take it like the good little slut you are yea?"

Once you are both done. You cleaning him and yourself up. Telling him how you will change the sheets tomorrow and give him a nice warm bath. Making sure to tell LYLA to let everyone else know that Miguel will be out tomorrow.

You cuddle the rest of the night. Falling asleep in one another's arms.

#sub character #miguel o'hara x male reader #top male reader #atsv smut #bottom miguel o'hara x male reader #sub miguel o'hara #dom reader

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Ok I know you said time won't make them nicer to each other.

But I need her reaction to Carlos being diagnosed with appendicitis. Maybe she's the one that takes him to the hospital?!

The Uphill Battle {2} || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, name calling, angst

WC: 2.9k

Part One

Carlos was grumpier than usual. And that was saying something since he had been in a mood since the news broke about Lewis taking his seat. You could understand that after losing seats to guys all the time before getting a spot in the Academy. Carlos, however, was not used to that feeling and it showed as he pushed himself harder at each training.

“You’re too weak,” he taunted as you wiped the sweat from your brow and started another set of reps with trembling arms. “It’s like you don’t even want to be in F1.”

You let the weight bar fall into the shelf and sat up. “Go project yourself onto someone else, you miserable shit.”

After taking second place at the feature race in Bahrain you had shown you had the drive for F1, but it didn’t seem to change his training approach. He was still firmly on the path of insult until you explode and prove him wrong. To be fair, it had worked so far.

A muscled arm, followed by a bare chest, blocked your way when you stood up, a sneer pulling at his lips. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now get out of my way, you have free practice to get ready for.”

He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He hadn’t meant to let time get away from him but when he found you in the gym he decided to finish his warm up routine alongside you. It had been a mistake because he couldn’t help but pester and critique you until he completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

“Fine, but you need to stay and finish your set. That was just embarrassing to watch.”

“I’m done. With you. And with your training. Go fuck yourself, Junior.” You shoved past him, your elbow connecting with his gut, before you made your way to the stack of towels. You felt his presence follow you to the changing rooms and he closed the door to the shower cubicle.

“You’re done when I say you are done,” Carlos growled, turning you to face him before he pressed your back to the cold tile wall.

You tipped your head back and laughed darkly. “Only for the next nine months, then I’m Lewis’ problem. Or, maybe I’ll get the golden boy as my PT. Charles seems sweet and kind, I wouldn’t mind testing his patience.”

“Listen here, you little-” Whatever threat you would have ignored was lost as you flipped the handle of the cold tap and washed it gush out of the showerhead and straight into Carlos’ face.

“You were saying?”

“Brat.” The timber in his voice had the desired effect as his hand enveloped your throat and pulled you under the cold spray. His lips crashed against yours and his thigh nudged your legs apart, your hips riding the thick muscle as you kissed him back just as passionately. “I really hate you.”

You grinned, but it was more a baring of teeth ready to sink into his skin. “I don’t even hate you, that’s how little I feel about you.”

His palm glided over your ribs, touching the flesh bared by the sports bra you trained in, and slipped between the waistband of your shorts. His fingers spread your folds and curled into your core as your head fell back against the tiles.

“You feel something,” Carlos chuckled, dipping his head down to leave his mark on the swell of your breast. “Or you wouldn’t feel so fucking wet.”

“God I hate it when you open your mouth, just fuck me already.”

Carlos pulled the elastic waistband and let it snap back against your skin. The twanging pain was instant but then it was gone as he dragged the material down your legs. Another ache flared as he sunk his teeth into the soft supple skin on your thigh and you cried out at the heat that radiated from the indents he left behind.

“Fucking savage,” you growled, but you both knew how much you liked it that way.

“Sticks and stones, malcriada.”

You were needy, impatient, and well aware someone would come looking for Carlos as the countdown to free practice began. The lure of a verbal repartee would have to wait if you wanted some pleasure to balance out the pain in the arse that was Carlos. You pushed Carlos onto the bench where your dry towel had been abandoned and he lifted his hips for you to drag his shorts off.

“You gonna ride this di-“ You slapped your hand over his mouth to silence him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan that echoed around the changing room.

“Be a good boy and keep the commentary to yourself if you want a happy ending,” you warned as you let your hand fall to his shoulder and started to roll your hips. He heeded your words and bit his bottom lip to keep from saying something that would leave him with blue balls.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you up and down, setting rhythm that had you bouncing on his dick and an orgasm quickly building. The heat flashing across your body was the perfect contrast to the droplets of cold water collecting on your back and shivering down your spine.

“Fuck, harder,” you begged as your head fell back and he grazed his teeth over your throat. Your gasp filled the small cubicle as he nipped sharply at your skin and you raked your nails down his chest, earning a deep groan from his parted lips. The pained sound made your cunt clench and flutter before he suddenly stood up and turned you to face the wall. The emptiness within your body was quickly filled with the snap of his hips and his hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the cry at the sudden fullness.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered quietly in your ear. “This is what you asked for.”

Carlos’ hands fell to your hips, bruising your skin with their harsh grip as he pounded into you. The slap of your bodies colliding filled the small space and your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs began to tremble. Your breathing deepened and you forgot where you were as your mind emptied and your body exploded.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carlos moaned, your walls tightening around him with your orgasm. A wordless grunt warmed your ear before he sealed his lips over your racing pulse and left his mark while he filled your cunt.

Your forehead pressed to the cool tile as you regained your breath and Carlos pulled out, chuckling as he watched his cum leak down your still trembling thighs. “God, you’re a whore.”

“That’s more of an insult to you, desperado,” you teased. “Should I send the invoice to you or Sainz Senior?”

You forced yourself upright and stepped under the cold spray to see his smirk fade as you washed his seed away. You both jumped at the loud knock on the bathroom door and a voice called out, “Carlos, are you in there? You’re going to be late.”

“Just a sec,” Carlos shouted back before attempting to step under the now warm spray. You cast your hands out, splaying your fingers across his torso, catching the pained wince that crossed his face.

“Tsk, tsk, Daddy’s calling,” you said with a shake of your head.

He looked down at himself, the evidence of what transpired glistening on his cock. “Seriously?”

It was your turn to smirk and push him back further before waving him off. “Good luck.”

Free practice was already underway by the time you finished showering and changing into fresh Ferrari merch. No one really paid you any mind as you found a good spot on the balcony above the pit lane and watched the final 30 minutes of track time.

Despite there being better performers, your eyes kept being drawn back to your PT and the lowly 7th place he finished. You had catalogued a list of insults for him and went down to the debrief room ready to rule him up when you found him leaning against the corridor wall. Lines from his balaclava creased his cheeks and his eyes screwed shut as he clutched a hand to his stomach.

“Don’t think playing sick will let you off the hook for that performance,” you said as you crossed your arms.

There was no humour in his face, no wry amusement that usually came with your insults. Instead, he silently pushed off from the wall and made his way on towards the briefing room.

You kind of felt bad as you left the track and returned to the hotel. There had been a misstep in the turbulent dance that had been going on for months and you were left unsettled by it. Nothing on the tv could distract you enough that you finally gave up and took the elevator to Carlos’ floor. It was late but you figured he would still be awake as you knocked on his door.

“You look like shit,” you greeted, but your voice was thick with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sickly sheen covered his bare chest too. Reaching out, you felt his skin burning like a furnace and he swayed on his feet before leaning on the doorway.

“You don’t care, so just go,” he rasped, his voice pained and weak.

You rolled your eyes and stepped around him to see a sick bowl on the coffee table with some painkillers beside it and a rumpled blanket spread over the couch. He made to follow but he could barely hold himself up and it was only your arms that kept him collapsing. “Fuck sake, Carlos, you need a hospital.”

“Just need sleep,” he argued. His body shivered and his throat worked to swallow but you had been through enough hangovers to know what was coming. You leapt for the sick bowl and barely got it under his face before he hurled up the bright blue electrolyte drink that you spotted on the table.

“Where’s your phone and your keys?” He peeked up from the bowl pitifully and he saw the determined look on your face before pointing to the kitchen. “Can you stand on your own? Don’t look so offended, it’s a reasonable question in your state.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m Max Verstappen.” You let go of him for a second to see if he would crumple to the carpet but he seemed to hold himself on pure stubbornness so you dashed to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and grab his belongings.

“Planning on robbing me too?” he asked as he noticed you grabbed his wallet too.

“Since I’m apparently a whore, you owe me a hefty debt,” you muttered sarcastically. “It’s for your ID, asshole.”

Carlos didn’t deign to respond as he curled one arm around your shoulders, leaning heavily into your embrace, and the other clutched his abdomen.

“You’ve been in pain since practice, haven’t you?”

“Maybe…can we just go?”

You pocketed his things and took as much weight as you could off him, using every ounce of your strength training as you guided him to the elevator. It was strange to see him so reserved in the elevator mirror as it headed down to the underground car park and it was even stranger to sit in the driver seat of his car.

“Please don’t crash it,” he murmured as you started it up and headed out into the street.

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually a decent driver,” you muttered. The city traffic was busy 24/7 but the satnav came in handy with the directions to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. “Should I call your dad?”

“No. It’s probably nothing but a stomach bug.”

That ‘probably nothing’ turned out to be acute appendicitis. You could have laughed at how spectacularly wrong Carlos was but you were too worried as he was wheeled away to surgery and you were left to make a phone call.

‘Do not call him Daddy Sainz,’ you reminded yourself as you entered the passcode on Carlos’ phone and hoped he wasn’t too delusional to get it right. Thankfully it unlocked and you went to his contacts. “Hello, Mr Sainz?”

“Who is this?” he asked worriedly.

“It’s Y/N, I drive for Ferrari in the Academy, uh, Carlos is my Mentor.”

“Where is my son? Why do you have his phone?”

“He’s at the hospital. They’re just taking him into surgery now to remove his appendix.”

The elder Sainz must had put you on speakerphone as you heard the noises at his end increase. “Which hospital? Why are you only calling me now?”

“King Fahad Armed Forces and you’re welcome, by the way, if it wasn’t for me your son would still be curled up on the couch in his room until it burst.”

“He said you had an attitude,” the old man muttered quietly before he resigned himself to a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

You sent him the ward number that Carlos would be brought through when he was out of surgery and tried to make yourself comfortable on a vinyl chair. It must have been cozy enough as you dozed off, only waking when a nurse tapped your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Mr Sainz is on his way up now, the operation went well.”

You rubbed your eyes and thanked her as you sat up to see almost two hours had passed. It was then you noticed a pair of brown eyes were watching curiously from across the room.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” you asked as you stretched and cracked your back.

The old man snorted a laugh and put down the almost empty styrofoam cup of black coffee. “You don’t need to wait, I can look after him from here.”

“And ruin my perfect posture for nothing? I’m fine waiting a bit longer.” You stood up and made your way to the percolator jug of black sludge and poured yourself a cup too before pacing the room. “Have you been talking with the other teams yet?”

His eyes followed you back and forth like he was trying to pick your brain apart. “About what?”

“2025. He’s too good for his F1 career to end now.”

The old man stood up too and refilled his cup. “Would you like milk and sugar?” he asked when he noticed your face scrunch at the first sip.

“Just a tiny dash of milk please, no sugar. I like my coffee like I like my men: a little dark and bitter.”

He chuckled and poured a small amount of milk into your cup before returning to his seat. “I can see why my son likes you.”

You spluttered on your mouthful and hurried to swallow the hot liquid. “You must be thinking about someone else. Carlos and I just about have a mutual understanding, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he borderline hates me.”

“Can’t be too many female Ferrari drivers that he mentors from the Academy, because I sincerely remember his comment about her,” the old man teased, crossing one leg over the other and staring over the rim of his cup. His eyebrow arched, daring you to correct him until he took the silence with an air of smugness.

Sounds grew along the quiet ward and soon Carlos was wheeled in on a hospital bed, parking into the empty space that had been between the two chairs. Though he looked a little sleepy, Carlos was awake and he smiled dopily from where he lay looking up at you.

“The doctors said your testicle retrieval went well.”

His smile broke with a deep laugh and he turned to look at his amused dad. “I see you met her.”

“I did.” Carlos Senior stood up and kissed his son’s forehead. “I’m glad you had her to take care of you, son. I’ll give you a few moments alone.”

You frowned as his dad left the room, waiting for the door to close quietly behind him. “What the hell were you thinking! Why didn’t you say anything? You could have died!”

Carlos shrugged and shifted carefully to get comfortable on this pillow behind his head. “We don’t exactly have the sort of relationship where we talk about things.”

You huffed and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before shoving it back into place. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Back to the insults, finally.” The sick bastard smiled happily and settled into the pillow with a contented sigh. “For a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.”

“Not funny.”

“Was so, you just care about me too much to laugh. Admit it, you would’ve missed me.” He opened his hand and inched it closer to the edge of the bed.

“They must have given you the strong stuff, you’re clearly delusional,” you said with a roll of your eyes but placed your hand into his palm and he closed his fingers around them. “Your dad seems to think you like me.”

Carlos yawned and closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “That’s probably the beginning of dementia. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t,” you chuckled. A few moments of silence filled the room before a soft snore broke the quiet. Careful not to wake him, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay, Junior.”

“Knew it,” he said as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

You let go of his hand and dropped into your chair with an annoyed huff. “Asshole.”

“Brat.”

#ollie answers #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader

[vioartemis]

Two's company, three's a crowd (Part 2)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: If you thought your feelings for Tara were gone, you were wrong... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: angst (?), Tara is kind of a bitch in that (sorry, I love her) a/n: expect a part 3 👀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Sam and you had been dating for a few months now. Everything was going well; you both loved each other, you were happy together… Yet you couldn’t help but think about Tara.

Lately, you had started to spend time with her again, and you couldn’t deny you missed it. You missed her. You missed what you had. Which yourself you didn’t understand considering it wasn’t the best situation.

You didn’t know if you should talk about it with Sam. Morally, it would be more correct to do it, but you were sure it would hurt her. On the other hand, if you didn’t tell her and she found out by herself, it would be even worse.

She wasn’t stupid, you were sure she’d notice something was off. And she did notice.

“You know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?” she told you one day while you were cuddling on her bed

“I-I know, but nothing’s wrong…”

“Y/n…”

She stopped stroking your hair and looked at you seriously.

“… okay maybe not everything is fine…” you sighed and sat up, trying to find out how to phrase it “I love you, I really do… But I think I still have feelings for Tara as well…”

You could see she was hurt, and you felt bad for being the one hurting her.

“I thought you said you were over her…?”

“I thought I was…”

Sam sat beside you, visibly thinking about what to say next.

“… What do we do then? Do we… do we stop here…?”

“I… I don’t want to stop seeing you… I love you, I-”

“But you also love Tara…”

You looked down, biting your lip, your heart sinking in your chest at the thought you might have ruined everything.

“… I think she likes you too”

You looked back at her, frowning.

“What makes you say that?”

“The way she looks at us, at you…” she paused “What are you going to do…?”

“I don’t know… I- I thought about a kind of poly relationship before we started dating, but like- make it work so it wouldn’t be weird…” you said quietly, almost to yourself “I’m a bit lost, but I know that I don’t want to lose you…”

You took her hand in yours. You meant it; you just didn’t know what you’d do if you lost her.

“… Would that make you happy? The ‘poly relationship’, would it make you happy?”

“I- yes, I think so. Why?”

“If it makes you happy… I’m ok to try”

You were stunned by her words, obviously not expecting to hear that. You weren’t even suggesting to do that.

“Y-you’d do that…?”

She nodded.

You looked at her and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you!” you pulled away slightly “If you ever want to stop it, I promise I will. Just tell me. I want you to be happy too”

She smiled and kissed you on the lips.

“I love you” she whispered

“I love you too, Sam”

You were happy that your girlfriend agreed to try the ‘poly relationship’. Now you just had to talk to Tara about it. You just didn’t know how to bring it up. You were currently hanging out in a park near the flat.

“So, how’s it going with Sam?”

Looks like you won’t have to think about how to bring it up.

“It’s… okay. I just…” you took a deep breath “I have feelings for you, Tara… I mean… I have feelings for both of you…”

Hearing that you had feelings for her, Tara felt an ounce of hope come back. Maybe there was a chance, even just a tiny little one, that you would consider dating her if she told you how she felt about you.

“Y/n I- I need to tell you… I’m sorry about everything, about the friends-with-benefits thing, about the way I treated you… I… I’m in love with you, have been for so long, but I was afraid to be hurt again… I… I know it’s a bit weird but… Do you think you could give me a chance? I’m sure we’d work if we tried…”

“Tara, I talked about that with Sam… and she agreed to try a poly relationship” you said, trying to find the right words

“Wha- really? She said that?” Tara asked, surprised

You nodded with a little smile.

“Does that mean…” she paused, uncertain, slightly leaning in “Does that mean I can do that?” she asked in a whisper, lips only inches away from yours

You hummed in response, making her smile. She put a hand on your cheek and kissed your lips softly.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

It had been a few weeks since that moment, and everything was going well. At least that’s what you thought.

Truth is nothing was going well. Both Carpenter sisters were jealous of each other; you tried to spend an equal amount of time with each one of them, but you couldn’t do the same things, and every time one felt like her sister was treated better than her.

They were also fighting a lot when you were not around, like that night.

You went out to buy more tampons, and the two were already fighting.

“It’s not fair!”

“What do you mean ‘it’s not fair’?”

“She should spend more time with me! You had her for the past months, you could share!”

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I was there for her when she needed me because someone broke her heart! If you wanted her so bad you should’ve just told her how you felt! And you could make an effort, we’re doing that because it makes her happy”

Tara rolled her eyes as well.

“Yeah, and she’s happier with me”

“And why would that be?”

“Well first cause I’m better in bed, obviously. Don’t you hear all the pretty noises she makes when I fuck her?”

“See, that’s the difference between us. I don’t fuck her. I make love to her. I don’t-”

They both heard the door opening and went quiet, only glaring at each other, before Tara walked towards you.

“Hi babe” she kissed you “Wanna go to my room?”

You smiled.

“Sure!”

You took off your jacket and shoes and went to Sam to give her a kiss as well.

“See you later tonight?” she asked

“Of course, I promised you we would watch that movie” you smiled brightly

She smiled a bit too, and kissed your forehead.

“I’ll make popcorn and we can cuddle, does that sound good?”

“It does!”

Tara rolled her eyes before tugging slightly on your arm, impatient to have you all to herself.

As soon as you both were in her room, Tara closed and locked the door before kissing you again more passionately. Her hands were on your hips, keeping you close, before her fingers slipped under your shirt and her lips dipped down to your neck.

“Tara…”

“Hm?”

She kept on kissing your neck, pushing you slightly so you were sat on her bed, before sitting on your lap, her lips still on your skin.

“W-wait” you pushed her away gently “I can’t do this right now…”

“Why?” she pouted “Cause you have the movie with Sam after?”

“… yeah… Sorry I-”

Tara groaned and caressed your cheeks.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you… This whole situation is… annoying. I don’t say that to hurt you, I just wish we could be exclusive… I don’t like having to share you with Sam… It’s killing me when you’re with her… Please babe… I know I can make you more happy than she can…”

You were a bit shocked by her words, not expecting that at all.

“I uh… Did you have that on your mind for a long time…?” you asked hesitantly

“It’s been some time, yes… So what do you say?”

“I- I need some time Tara… I… shit… I thought it was going well…”

She kissed you softly.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you talk to Sam if that’s the problem”

“N-no it’s not that… Just… I need to process… Sorry…”

Tara nodded and kissed you again, until a knock on the door was heard.

“Popcorn is ready, we can start the movie now if… if you’re free” Sam said to you, behind the door

You gave Tara an apologetic look.

“Can’t you stay a bit longer?” she asked

“I don’t want her to think I don’t want to spend time with her, sorry…”

You gave her a last kiss on the lips before leaving her room and going to Sam’s.

As soon as you walked in her room, a smiled appeared on her face. She patted the spot next to her, inviting you to sit with her. When you did, she wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your forehead.

You started to watch the movie, your head resting on Sam’s shoulder.

She could tell you weren’t paying attention to the screen at all.

“Is everything okay?” she finally asked, pausing the movie

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“What do you think about our relationship?” you asked quietly

Sam took a moment to think before answering.

“As long as you’re happy-”

“That’s not what I asked, Sam… I want to know how you feel about it”

“I…” she sighed “I don’t like it. It’s hard to imagine you with her, honestly. I know it’s selfish, but I have trouble accepting the idea that you’re doing… what we’re doing, with her too… I love you, Y/n. I love you more than anything, but I don’t think I can keep this going… It’s just become too much… I’m not asking you to choose me over Tara; I would never. I just- I can’t do it anymore… But again, if you’re happy with her I understand-”

“Sam” you cut her off, taking her hand in yours “Why didn’t you tell me earlier…? I told you I would stop this if you didn’t like it…”

“It’s just… You just looked so happy… I didn’t want to be the one to ruin that happiness…”

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything!” you shook your head “I shouldn’t have suggested this poly relationship in the first place, it was selfish, I’m sorry… I love you, I just need you…”

You felt bad to do this to Tara, to have given her hope, then crash it down. But with what she told you earlier, and her way to live this relationship, you understood that you had a very different view of a relationship. She wanted you like you want a Gucci bag or Eras Tour tickets -like something to possess.

You didn’t doubt she might have feelings for you, but her way of showing it wasn’t what you would call healthy.

Both Carpenter sisters basically told you the same thing, about not wanting this relationship to continue, but at the same time it was very different.

Now you knew what you wanted -who you wanted.

You wanted Sam.

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#scream #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x reader

[ladystoneboobs]

[Cat, to Brienne:]"And Arya, well . . . Ned's visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. [...]" -Catelyn VII, aCoK

ok, this is another thing that makes me feel like i'm taking crazy pills bc i never see it talked about with all the implications behind it. so if anyone is more versed in androgynous medievalish clothing, feel free to correct me here, but my thinking is if unannounced visitors mistook arya for a stableboy, would that not mean she was wearing boyish riding garb, trousers and all? bc if she was running around with messy hair and a dirty gown, wouldn't she more likely be seen as a female servant? if my reading is not wildly offbase that does not jibe with the idea of arya being terrorized all day by both septa mordane and her mother to be more ladylike. rather, this limited freedom to be mistaken for a servant could suggest that pragmatic catelyn was picking her battles with arya too, not forcing her to always appear prim and proper on days when they were not expecting any guests to see her. catelyn "despaired of ever making a lady of" arya, though neither she nor ned could abandon the goal, which could mean a more measured approach, not exhausting herself by going after arya for every unladylike move she made, especially when she was still a prepubescent child. the quote above starts a paragraph which ends with catelyn feeling "as though a giant hand were squeezing her chest" after saying she thought arya was dead like bran and rickon, after no word of her since ned's arrest. in that context of grief, i think all her words about arya should be read as coming with bittersweet fondness, just being honest about their problems, not sugarcoating any of it.

but let's compare catelyn's trials with arya, including her often running around looking like a stableboy, to arya's interactions with lady smallwood, somehow seen as an even better mother-figure than her own mother, whom arya found easier to comply with bc of her kinder manner. first of all, lady smallwood's efforts to make arya ladylike included two baths and two dresses in one day after arya and gendry ruined the first dress, before finally giving her boy's riding clothes to leave in. i would argue a full second bath was unneeded when they could have just washed the dirt off her face and hands, and, furthermore, that both the dresses were an impractical waste when she knew arya would be riding back out with the outlaws and could not look a highborn lady when doing so. idt pragmatic catelyn would have gone to all that trouble just to make arya look ladylike for a few hours when there were no other ladies around. as for the claim that arya found it easier to comply with her? no, that's just flat-out demonstrably false. the text says she was "forced" into a tub and "they insisted" she wear girl's clothes. what room did she have to refuse as a hostage in a stranger's castle? she certainly felt no compunction about fighting gendry in the acorn dress she'd been forced into, and only felt bad about it afterward when lady smallwood talked about her dead son.

now, let's move on to the only canon quotes we have from cat to/about arya in arya's pov.

"Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. "Arya has the hands of a blacksmith." -Arya I, aGoT Her father had hunted boar in the wolfswood with Robb and Jon. Once he even took Bran, but never Arya, even though she was older. Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies, and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk. -Arya V, aCoK Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did. -The Blind Girl(/Arya I), aDwD

in the first quote we don't know catelyn's reaction to septa mordane's rude disapproval of arya, certainly not if she agreed with it. what we do know is she was not interested in only hearing endless praise of sansa and wanted to hear if arya had made any progress. although admittedly that was a vain hope, which ignored arya's true strengths and the possibility that she could never master and enjoy needlework the way catelyn did.

the second quote better shows the difference between arya's mother and her septa. catelyn does not criticize arya for wanting to hunt boar nor dismiss her interest. instead she tries to mollify arya and accomodate her desire with the promise of a future hunting hawk. that this was a promise, not just an idle thought, suggests this would have happened in due time and could have been a bonding activity for them if the plot hadn't intervened.

the third quote is definitely a backhanded compliment and doubly unhelpful in comparison to sansa, but at least it shows catelyn did not think one of her own daughters was ugly. she thought both were pretty even tho sansa was the more admired as traditionally beautiful, and she thought arya's looks were held back by her messy hair and clothes. (useful to remember for those fans who like to keep track of how many characters called arya pretty vs. how many call her ugly.)

yes, it is a bad sign that arya genuinely wondered if her mother would want her back, dirtier than ever in her disguise as a peasant boy. their relationship definitely had faults which the adult parent must bear responsibility for. but we must remember that arya also worried if robb would pay a ransom for her, and was most ashamed about the people she'd killed, and couldn't bear the thought of ned knowing all she'd done. and we must keep in mind that even ned never openly gainsaid septa mordane on-page either, and that arya desperately wanted to renunite with her mother and felt confident gendry could stay with her if she vouched for him with her mother. that confidence would seem completely unwarranted if their mother/daughter relationship was as utterly bad as some fans make out.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #catelyn stark #arya stark #a wolf with a fish in its mouth #that most recent post in the tag is actually insane but these are things ive thougt abt saying for awhile #i could also say that jon's doubts and fears wrt his mother are also unfounded and that ned bears some blame for that #by never telling him his mother loved him or even whether she was alive or dead #funny how people can recognize lady smallwood's similarity to cat as a mother figure but just saying aryas pretty w/o qualifications is #enough to make her better in every other way too #anyways #happy wolf pack wednesday! #(c)lsb

[callofdudes]

Was thinking of this from the platonic ghost headcanon

Simon doesn't like taking leave because he has nothing to go home to. No family, nothing. He rents his house out to people who need it over the years he's gone. So when you both go on leave you invite him to stay with you. Needless to say you have a good time.

Could you be able to do a head canon on what him and konig would get up to during their time off

Platonic of course please 😊😊

I just want some bff ghost and könig stuff

These are taking me forever to write. I apologize in advance! 🫡 This is a lot longer than I originally anticipated. Apologies for any spelling mistakes.

A little look into their first time spending leave with you.

So like I had said on a previous post, Ghost has nothing to go home to. Nothing but graves burying family history. Each member of the Riley family locked away in silence. He doesn't like being alone at his house. Despite the fact that he relishes his alone time on base. He can't be alone in his home. And usually there is someone living in it anyway.

Ghost is constantly looking over his shoulder and jumping at the slightest sound. It's a nightmare to be shaken awake when your house is settling at night. So he just started trying to get Price to let him skip leave.

Of course, as expected this almost never works. Just to get Simon off the base and into fresh territory Price started to have Simon over for leave. He'd make up his guest bedroom and he'd make sure to accompany Ghost throughout. And this worked. Simon enjoyed the extra time he got with his captain when not in a life or death situation.

And then you came along. And so did the rest of the 141. They each had families and lives that they could go back to. Loved ones they could kiss and hold to escape the horrors that got their hearts racing every day.

Ghost was well aware you and him were friends, but he hadn't expected you to ask him on leave with you. He was slightly taken aback, sitting in the cafeteria and you just suddenly asked.

"Want to go on leave with me?"

Simon paused. "What?"

"You know. Christmas, finally we get leave on a holiday, how rare is that? I don't want you spending it all alone."

Ghost shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I don't really like holidays anyway." He continues to play with his food absentmindedly. You reached over the table and grab his hand, finally getting him to look at you. "Come on lieutenant. I know you don't want to be alone."

"And what makes you think that?"

"You go on leave with Price."

Ghost shrugged. He tried to pull away but you tugged back and stared him down. "Let me rephrase. I want to spend Christmas with you lieutenant."

Ghost sighed. "Alright sergeant. If that's what you want."

At first you'd thought he'd forgotten because he hadn't brought it up for the next week. He went about his duties as per usual and fixed everything so that his duties would be easily tended to while he was away. You were a little worried but when you saw Ghost walking toward the HELO with his large duffle bag and backpack you smiled.

Ghost threw his stuff in and sat down next to you. "Where are we going sergeant?"

Wherever you live, he's probably only ever been there for a routine mission if at all. But when you take him back to your home he surprisingly happy.

"Come on. Your bedroom is across the hall." He gives you the hint of a smile and you allow him into the spare bedroom. "It's all yours. Make yourself comfy. I'll make us something to eat yeah?"

You're set on showing Ghost around. You'd assumed that he'd stay in his room and brood to depressing music or something but after the first day and sorting himself out he was actually very social.

Well good morning!" You cheered when he tromped down the stairs in his pajamas. "Sergeant."

"Ah ah, none of that. It's strictly Y/N. Should I stick with Ghost or is Simon ok on leave?" He gave you a funny look before shrugging. "Simon's fine." He started to go through all your cupboards until he inevitably found the tea. He put on the kettle and slumped into one of the seats at the kitchen table. "Still tied?"

"Jet lag."

"Alright. Is your stomach ok for food?"

"Mhm."

Mr "I don't like holidays" turns his attitude right around in no time. You set aside a time just to go for a drive and show him all the Christmas decorations. He's leaning against the passenger side window just watching everything go by. He doesn't say much but you can see in his eyes that what you're showing him is holding his attention.

"Want to get a treat, walk the park?"

Unsurprisingly Simon loves going on walks. He always goes on walks with Price, but he enjoys walking with you. Going down to one of the natural parks and strolling with a drink or some kind of treat. He'll look around and take it all in. The silence, the quiet stir of the trees in the breeze. The leaves on said trees.

He likes listening to you talk. He goes the whole walk just listening to you talk, putting input in where he thinks he should. And you both enjoy it.

When you get home Simon is exhausted. He flops on the couch and turns on some mindless show while you get something to eat. "Simon! Food." You pass by the living room when he doesn't respond and smile when you see Simon curled up on the couch.

"Ok bud." You'll carefully pull the blanket on the couch over him and turn off the TV. You make sure you have soft music playing so that when he wakes up it won't dead quiet and go about your activities.

And Simon is passed out. He almost sleeps the whole evening. When he wakes up he's quick to come find you. He stalks into the kitchen and sees you at the table humming away to the music. He walks over and bends over and places his forehead on your shoulder. "Well good evening." You chime.

The first three days pass like that and you're astounded by Simon. He's so uptight on base, holding a status, a place above the others. Always reminding the inferiors of his high position but off base he doesn't have to. He even removes his mask for the entire afternoon in place of a medical mask. You were happy when you saw him come down, messy blonde hair showing an a few scars along his temples. "Look whose awake." He hums and goes for the tea as if it's ritual by now.

You felt honored when Simon came down like that. At least his entire face wasn't covered like he was ready for the next plague. He felt you with a portion of his face and that made you incredibly proud.

You make sure you're not locked in the house for too long. You always notice how Simon seems to relax more into the homey atmosphere after a morning run or something activity inducing.

"So in my family, every Christmas, we do a puzzle. That ok with you?" Simon loves puzzles. And he's good at them. You'll be moving and he'll snatch a piece out of your hand and slide it into place effortlessly in a spot you hadn't even seen. You got three puzzles done with how quickly you and Simon were able to complete them.

"Will you do the honors?" You smirked, handing him the last piece of the puzzle. "Sure." He scoffs and places it down. You smile widely. "Woohoo!" You cheer and raise your hands up and your flooded with joy when Simon high-fives your hands. "There we go!" And the joy in his eyes. Your not fabricating it. He's genuinely happy.

Two days before Christmas things shifted slightly. "So, I'm going to give you a heads up." Simon hummed while scrolling through his phone. "My family will be coming over tomorrow. They're going to be staying in the basement and spending all tomorrow and Christmas with us ok?" Simon is very hesitant. "And I know that you don't know them. They know you're here and I've informed them to give you all the space you need ok?"

Simon sighs. "ok."

"Ok. Just remember Simon that room is yours. If you need to get away at any time you can leave. There is no wrong or right time, we all understand."

"You won't be upset?"

"Simon. They're family, your the guest. You come first right now. Ok?"

You weren't surprised when Simon starts to go back into his shell. When you give him the heads-up they'll be there in thirty minutes he goes up to his room and comes back out with his plain skull painted balaclava on. His eyes are worried and hesitant but you stick at his side.

"Mum, dad, this is -" "This is lieutenant Ghost Riley." Ghost is straight and firm as if he's meeting a new transfer officer. He shakes your parents hands firmly which somewhat worries you. Simon is stiff because he's shaking. Once your parents come in a long with cousins and any children, you pull him aside. You look up into Simon's eyes and clasp his hands tightly. "They're ok. Remember, leave whenever you want and for however long you want."

Despite the reassurance Simon does his best to stay at your side. Your parents do seem a little weary of the giant skulking man. But they remain kind.

"Hey, your Ghost! Aren't you!" A little girl, maybe nine asks when Simon sits down. You pause. You look back at Simon when Simon looks at you. You smirk sheepishly. "Sorry Lt. Had to tell them my stories with good ol' Lt."

Ghost huffs. "Yes. I am."

"Is it true you took down twelve guys with a machete and tear gas?"

"Ok! I did not tell you that? Where did you hear that one?" You frown and look over at a slightly older boy who hides behind your cousin. Simon huffs a sort of laugh only you'd catch. "Yeah. I did."

You're beyond proud of Simon. He only goes to his room once for a few minutes just to calm down and recollect himself. But he sticks with you. You make him some tea and get him settled at the table. While your family engages him in more conversation than you'd first anticipated Simon makes it through most of it. Only dodging a few questions. "Do you have a spouse? How is your family?" It took a little discreet nudging before you managed to get your family off the topic of his personal life.

The kids were interested in him a lot and you were happy they didn't see him as scary.

That night after dinner Simon was exhausted. Just before he went into his room you turned him back and hugged him tightly. "Thank you Simon." He hums and hugs you back. "They're nice. Like you." And that is all you ever wanted to hear.

You and Simon are the first two awake and Simon actually tells you he's going to go out before breakfast. You're happy he's leaving on his own and wish him good luck. He takes his backpack but you really don't think much on it. When he comes back a couple hours later you're all awake. "Welcome back!" You holler.

Simon walks right upstairs and closes his door. You frown but won't push him on it. Bad sleep? Your family question it but you just push them off. "Possibly bad sleep. It can happen. Just let him do his thing."

Simon comes back down another hour later and acts as if nothing happened. He nods respectfully to your family and tap your hand. You smile and nod. "I missed breakfast." "Oh no worries. Put this aside for you. Let me know if you need more." You hand him a plate and he's off to the table in a confident stride.

When the kids get antsy you volunteer to take them down to the arcade. Simon comes. He's on a roll with his socialization. He keeps his hands in his pockets and examines most of the games with little interest. That is until your nephew grabs his shirt and tugs. "Can you do the shooting game with me?" You smile when Simon contemplated it. "Want me to kick your butt?"

Your family watches as Simon kicks your family in this shooting game. Racking up points and tickets effortlessly. "Y/N, give it a go." Your dad urges. "I dunno. I'm not as good as Lt." Your grab the rather heavy plastic gun and aim it at the screen. "Good form sergeant." "Learned from the best." Chaos ensues.

"Ghost! That was my shot!" You knock into him and attempt to push him but he swings right back like a battering ram and sends you flying to the ground. You gasp in pain when you hit the ground only to laugh a second later. "Should have seen that coming." Simon finishes beating your score before bending down and picking you up. "You did good."

"Not as good as you."

"Never. Your either better than, or worse than. You will never be like me."

"Harsh." You teased. He shrugs.

Same thing happened with ping pong ball.

You tossed the ball into the air and lightly tossed it. When it crossed Simon's side he wacked it so hard it zipped part your head and lodged itself in the wall. "Ghost!" You scold. "Sorry. Force of habit."

After the arcade Simon goes up to his room and doesn't come back down until dinner. He takes the seat at the end of the table near you and pulled his hoodie up so he can shadow his face when he pulls his mask up. When you notice his thigh begin to bounce you tap his arm and give him a nod. Gently reminding him he can go. But he pushes through once again and finishes his plate.

"Is it time for presents!?" The kids run to the living room and you can't help laughing. "Yes it is." You see Simon going up to his room and nod. You thought so. You all gathered around the living room and start talking.

You hear the stairs creak and look back up to see Simon hesitantly standing at the bottom step. And in his arms are four neatly wrapped presents. your jaw drops. "Simon..." You can feel tears in your eyes and you move over on the couch to give him room. Simon has never done Christmas in his life but he hopes he's got it down.

He gets the younger ones a big Lego set that they are all excited to put together when they see it. He gets your parents some nice candles and house decorations. And you. He was shaking when he gave you yours. Hardly noticable with how stiff he was but his eyes were focused on something else in the room.

When you open it your shocked. It's a framed photo of you and the 141, the one in Price's office you always stared at when you saw it because you all looked so awesome. ⬇️

(You're somewhere in there, you can be Alejandro I don't know😂)

He pulls a smaller gift from his pocket and when you open it. Now you're crying. The gift was a dog tag engraved with a saying Simon often gave you as reassurance. "Where'd you even find this?" "I had it made." "So that's - that's why you were gone this morning, isn't it?" Simon nodded.

You wanted to jump into his arms, but were hesitant. You looked around briefly, but Simon opened his arms. "Come here sergeant." You wrapped your arms around him and felt him tug you into a securing embrace.

"Thank you." You whisper.

You enjoy the rest of the Christmas evening with Ghost. He watches from the corner of his chair where you're playing a video game. Simon has to resist the mental urge to correct every wrong thing your poor nephew says about the guns in said zombie game.

And he packs it in early. He taps your shoulder to let you know he's off and he heads up to bed. You say goodnight and the rest of your family says goodnight as well. And it's late when you walk up to your room. You yawn and slip into bed. These last two weeks were great.

When you finally get back on base, in uniform with all your stuff Price meets you. "Well well. I trust you two had a good time?"

"It was great!"

"I was miserable Price. They made me have fun and stuff."

"oh you did that all on your own buddy." He nudged you in the side playfully. "I'm teasing. It was fun."

König has family waiting for him at home. Three siblings, two older one younger. And his parents. They're not the wealthiest but König's income of a steady 51K a year has kept his family afloat. For this reason Christmas can be a bit hectic at their place. When you two finally got leave, conveniently, a few days before Christmas, you were excited.

Poor boy was torn between seeing his family or hanging out with one. On one hand he hadn't seen his family in a while and on the other I wasn't inclined to leave you. It took him a while to try and decide, and this was all before he even asked you if you wanted him to come.

And knowing König he never did, too nervous to be turned down.

It was your average training day and König was having a bit of trouble keeping up. He blocked your kick in favor of taking you under in a headlock. Your heel dug into his boot in retaliation but he didn't let go. You tapped out and he dropped you.

"Hey, you doing ok buddy? I noticed you were slipping up a bit there." He doesn't have the heart to tell you or to ask so he just nods. "A lot on my mind, sorry."

"Want to talk about it? Or is it personal?"

"No, it's about you actually..."

"Oh? Do tell."

He shrugged. "I was just wondering... Are you doing anything for leave? I mean, You have family to go back to but..."

"König. Come on, you can ask me."

"Well I miss my family but I was wondering you'd be ok with me coming on leave with you?? Even though you would like to see your family over me."

You chuckled. "That's what this is about? König, you know you're welcome to come stay with me anytime you'd like."

"You wouldn't mind??"

"Of course not."

He's in a pretty good mood for the next few days. His ego was boosted a smidge knowing he'd been permitted to come with you and you could see it.

So he let the others see his pride.

The week you were supposed to leave König was attached at your hip. He followed you, helped you clean up, finish the paperwork you needed to and made sure you were secure and someone took over for you and him of course.

König was anxious to say the least. He'd never met your family and the whole flight back his couldn't help but think he was overthinking things. But he felt safer talking to you. Knowing you'd permitted him over to your house for a while wasn't something he should have to be nervous about. It was more your family he was worrying over.

When you arrived home it was early in the morning. The sun was rising and you two were exhausted. You pointed him toward the guest bedroom and told him to unpack however he liked.

"Everything ok in here?" You asked, coming to check on him after a few minutes. König nodded. "Only a slight problem." You raised your eyebrow as König laid down on the bed. His calves stuck off the bed and his toes dangled from the mattress.

You chuckled. "Sorry it's only a queen size, we can switch if you want? Mine is a bit bigger?"

"Oh no! I find it kind of funny. It's like home, the bunk back at base is barely big enough for me even after getting me a bigger one."

"Alright. If you're ever uncomfortable come to me and we can switch, see if that works for you. No problems."

König nodded.

"Ok bud. Get all the sleep you want." You yawned. "I know I will."

König is an early riser. Especially the first day back home könig is a little more antsy and just used to being up early. So while you take the chance to sleep in, König gets up at 9, much later than he normally would. And unlike Ghost, König knows how to cook. Not extremely well and not five tier, Gordon Ramsey stuff, but he can cook.

When you wake up and come down stairs to the inviting and warm scent of food your stomach growls. "Well good morning. I made breakfast for us."

You rub your eyes and see the breakfast in front of you. "Well look at you." You tease. "For me?" "For you."

König not nearly as anxious when in a domestic environment than on base. On base you know König as shy, socially awkward and a bloody murder. But in the peace of your home with just you König cooks for and with you. He roams freely. Of course he asks before using your stuff but he is no longer super hesitant after the first day.

It only takes him a day two to get into a natural gear.

Now depending on where you live König may have never been there. And if he has it's probably been on some kind of military related endeavor so he hasn't been out for sightseeing. You change this.

On the second day you and König go out and get breakfast at a restaurant. König was nervous outside of your home but he got through his order and no corrections needed to be made.

König loves his hood. Makes him feel secure and comfortable, but he's realized how much attention it would draw walking around like an executioner from the 1700's. So he's trying to like medical masks. He HATES them. They move around on his face, and only cover a portion of what he'd like to hide. But he doesn't complain about it to you.

You two then continue on to get coffee at a local place and just take a calming drive down the road. You point out all the signs and the Christmas decorations. König is thrilled.

Eventually you get out around one of the quiet natural parks and the two of you take a walk. König talks and doesn't really realize he's talking until he realizes he is dominating the conversation. And you're smiling like an idiot.

You tell him a bit about your family and spend the rest of the day out and about talking and exploring.

König settled easily.

When the two of you got home you both were exhausted from your day out. König dropped onto the couch and sighed. He rested his head back and you sat down next to him. "That was nice." König hummed and you were both out.

When you woke up König was half snoring, bent over his head head leaning on the couch armrest, his opposite arm still loosely wrapped around your shoulders.

You stirred from your sleep and stretched out on the couch. König still looked to be asleep. So you grabbed a blanket and laid it over his lap. "Sleep well."

The rest of the week carries on like this. König becomes more and more comfortable around you each day. You go for hikes and sometimes just sit around and play video games. It's amazing to see König laugh, losing track of time just sitting on the couch with you like the world doesn't matter.

You had gotten up early one morning. You were making yourself some coffee and you heard the stairs creak. "Good morning."

"Morning." Came König's rough morning voice. You pulled out a second cup as the tall shadow lingered over toward you. "How did you sleep?"

"Good."

You turned around and smiled up at him. Your smile quickly turning to shock. König looked down at you, a comforting smile playing on his scarred lips. Little scars here and larger scars there littered over his plain face. "You're hood."

"Mhm. Don't want to wear it inside anymore."

Your jaw dropped. You would have dropped the cup on your hand had König not taken it from you. "What are we doing today?" You blinked, thoughts still lingering on his face. His pale, beautiful face.

"Y/N??"

"Huh? Oh sorry! I'm just not, I haven't seen your face before. Apologies for staring. You're very handsome by the way."

König smiled.

"Well, family is coming over in a couple hours. They'll probably be here around dinner. After that they'll be staying the night and all of tomorrow for Christmas."

König nodded.

"And König, if at any point you feel uncomfortable you can leave the room. If you just have to excuse yourself and step away that is totally ok. And if you need to spend the rest of the night alone that's cool too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you don't even have to participate if you want to. I understand."

It was quiet for a moment. König seemed to take comfort in your words.

"Did you send your family any gifts?"

König nodded again. "I usually buy a couple months in advance and ship them off so that they'll get the gifts even if I can't make it."

"That's sweet."

"How about you?"

You chuckled. "Oh no no no, I can't tell you that. You'll go snooping."

"Snooping?? Then you got me something too?"

"Naturally."

This man has no idea what to get you. He was so excited to come down with you he'd completely forgotten about actually getting you something. So after breakfast he made up the excuse he needed some alone time and sped off while frantically trying to remember the locations of all the stores you'd pointed out the other day to see if he could find something.

When he walked into one of the stores, fixing his medical mask, he was nervous and jumpy. He ran around the store frantically for what felt like hours. Until an employee came over. "Sir? Find everything you're looking for ok?"

"I NEED a present for my best friend- I forgot to get them something and now-"

"You can find gift like items over here. And if they have a preference in jewelry or accessories we have a section for that as well."

Bless this poor boy's soul he loves you so much but has no fucking clue what to get you. At first he thinks sweater! But you already have some. Or maybe jewelry, but most jewelry and accessories weren't allowed to be worn actively on base so he'd only ever seen you wearing a watch or the occasional chain necklace.

Could you imagine being the lady who found this poor 6'10 man curled up and practically crying in the clothing section because he's freaking out about a gift. Just keep walking.

You're a bit confused at where König had gone. At first you assumed the mention of a gift had him either running away flustered that you got him something or flustered he hadn't gotten you anything. But it has been over five hours and König still wasn't home.

You're parents and family got there before he did. Weird.

You greeted your family and allowed them inside. "Hey, just so you call are aware, my military partner is staying over with us. I know I texted you about him but just be aware ok?"

You family is pretty chill about it. They've heard things about König. About how tall and strong he is. His job and how he barrels so easily through enemy forces. So his name isn't foreign to your discussions. Considering he's your partner he often comes up on discussions about your job.

You get your family set up downstairs and get to talking. You check the time worriedly and see König still isn't home. So you decide to text him. Roughly ten minutes later you hear loud footsteps at the door.

"König?"

"Yeah! Sorry I was gone so long."

"It's ok. Come into the kitchen, family is here."

König drops his stuff at the bottom of the stairs and takes off his boots. When he comes into the kitchen he towers over your family. You can't help but chuckle when your parents eyes widen at just how tall he is. You've talked about how tall he is, but 6'10 looks much taller in person I guess.

"Mum, dad, this is König."

König is just a bit stunned in the face of your parents and siblings, and your cousins were lounging in the living room.

"Hi." König waved and steps into the kitchen. "Good to see you back. Where did you find yourself off to??" You hugged him, comforted by his large hands briefly rubbing your back. "Just umm... last minute shopping and stuff."

You chuckled. "I figured."

You had informed your family about König's hood. But König made it through most of the evening before he started to get overwhelmed. With the notion of smaller children around, König didn't attempt to put his hood on, he seemingly already scared the children.

His large height was somewhat of a problem with the kids. While your family attempted conversation The youngers were terrified. So König wasn't going to attempt to put the hood on.

It wasn't until you'd mentioned how König was a pretty good sniper that one of the younger boys perked up. "Do you shoot guns like Y/N??" König hesitated. "Well, mine are a little bigger, but for the most part we handle the same kind of guns."

"Cool! So you get to sit on hills and snipe people like-" *making gun noises, you know the ones* "Well, actually. I'm not a sniper. I wanted to be but I'm actually used as a giant battering ram most of the time." This held the kids attention for a bit and König spoke freely about what his job entails with as few graphic details as he could. But eventually his attention was taken and König returned talking with you.

The kids were watching a movie while you talked with your parents for a while. König fidgeted next to you. His gaze scattered around the room until he got the courage to tap you on the thigh.

"What's up?" "I'm gonna head to bed, if you don't mind." "Absolutely, thank you for hanging out with us." König gets up to leave when you clear your throat. "And my hug?" He hugs you tightly and waves before going up to bed. And he can hear you all downstairs but tries to just get some sleep.

König is the first up the next morning. It's peaceful and with everyone asleep he has time to wrap presents. He puts on his hood and his favorite black sweater. So he looks like this giant black mass of fabric in the kitchen. But he's quiet. He doesn't want to risk waking you and your family.

The younger ones get up first, around 9. At first when they turn the corner and see König they're scared. König greets them softly and motions to the food in the sizzling pan. "I'm making breakfast. You want some?" They nod and sit down.

König serves the youngest breakfast and sits down with them. He isn't afraid to remove his hood around the kids, so he does, at least to eat.

"So, you're Y/N partner?"

König nods. "Yes, we go on lots of adventures together."

"What do you do? Do you shoot lots of guys??"

König hums. "Well, that's part of it. We fight for our home, but there are also other things."

"What other things?"

"Well, we have to stay at base and train recruits. And sometimes we have to move between several bases so we can train different groups of new recruits. And another part of it is paperwork."

The kids cringed. "So you're not fighting all the time?"

"Nope."

"That's lame."

König chuckled. "When you've been doing it as long as we have, you learn that staying at base and doing paperwork or training recruits isn't that bad. Sometimes it's a blessing."

"Why?" The kid tilted his head. "I'll let Y/N tell you when you're older."

König sat and talked with the kids until you were awake. You tromped down the stairs and yawned as you entered the kitchen. "König." You greeted, surpised. "Kids." You greeted, even more surprised to see them sitting and smiling in front of the man they were scared of a mere day ago. "I see you're getting along."

"Is it true you do paperwork all day Y/N!?" The boy questioned immediately.

You chuckled. "Not all day. Me and König have our adventures. We have some pretty good stories eh bud?" König nodded.

"Can you tell us???"

You looked over at König and sighed. Those kids wouldn't leave you alone. "Alright, König, tell them about the time you took on eight armed men with just your fists."

When your parents and other family members wake up, König goes back to wearing the hood. He doesn't want to scare your family but wearing it does make him more comfortable.

Surprisingly the kids enjoy talking to König than the rest of your family. Your parents were definitely momentarily wondering why the hell you hung out with this guy. That is until he offered to do the dishes and clean up while you got dressed.

"Alright, well, we're taking the kids to the pool this afternoon." "Like, an indoor pool??" "Yes, an indoor pool." Your father laughed. It was too cold for an outdoor pool.

While the kids start getting ready to go to the pool, you reassured König that he could come or go. But considering he had no swimwear, the two of you went out to buy him some stuff.

The pool wasn't that busy, a couple of kids and their parents buried in their phones on the lounge chairs. König was a bit off in the new environment. But the kids went right ahead to play. König sits next to you in one of the chairs and just watches.

You look over at him and smile. "And König, if it's not too much, I think you look good." Referencing the fact that he'd battled over going since he couldn't wear his mask in the water. So he'd just ditched it, only for a couple of hours and it was a weird feeling.

"Hey Mr!" König looked up at two of the kids by the deep end. "Can you throw me?" König looked over at you and you smiled. "They can handle it." König shrugged and stood. His hulking form walked over to the small kids and bent down when they reached their arms up. "Ready?"

They nodded excitedly as the first kid was swung. König lifted him high into the air and swung him, flinging him up into the air and down into the pool with a loud splash.

"Did you see how high he went!?" The other gasped. "Me next!!" König waited for the other kid to resurface. "That was awesome!!" He gasped when he pulled out of the water.

König looked back at you and you gave him a thumbs up.

König picked up the second kid and lunged him into the air. He screamed before he hit the pool only to resurface with a big grin. "Get Y/N!!"

You paused. König turned to look at you comfortable, dry, relaxing on your phone.

"König..."

The man turned and walked over. You discarded your phone and scrambled to your feet to get away. "König no!!" He snatched you into his arms and pulled you up ofc your feet. "Come on, have a little fun." You struggled and gasped as he brought you to the water.

He managed to flip you so he was now carrying you bridal style. "König please." You tried to hang onto his bicep but König rocked you back and forth. And you were flung into the air. You screamed on your way to the water and were taken under by a splash.

König chuckled that stupid little chuckle when you resurfaced. "You piece of-" You swam over and he pulled you out of the water.

König had fun. You could tell. It was the first time in a while you'd seen him just relax and let go. The first time he'd been around kids not screaming in terror and begging for their lives. It was the first time you'd seen König be able to step back and breathe. To call this a safe place.

After swimming your family came back and finished up Christmas dinner. König attempted to help but was quickly shoved out of the kitchen by your parents.

So he sat at the table and played a card game with you.

Throughout Christmas dinner König was doing pretty good. However, roughly half way through the dinner you heard this light tapping next to you. When you listened to it, and looked up at König scratched the medical mask you understood. You reached under the table and placed your hand on his thigh. "If you'd like to leave, you're more than welcome." You understood. You also god people'd out and nervous after spending too much time around people. But König had more than excelled today.

"You wouldn't mind? Just a little bit?" "Take the whole night if you need big guy, I won't be upset. You did wonderful today." You whispered. So König politely excused himself and headed up to bed.

When presents were opened your parents divided gifts equally. Your mom hummed at some of the gifts. "From König to Y/N." You smile and take the gifts. When you open them, you couldn't help but smile. He'd gotten you the sweater you'd been eyeing through one of the store windows on your walk with him. It was thick wool with holes for the thumbs on the sleeves and a turtleneck. And a multi-purpose pocket knife. You adored the sharp blades and the screwdriver end that came with it. It's almost as if he didn't have a clue what to get you. You loved them regardless.

And he got you a little card which almost had you in tears.

When the night was over and your family said goodnight, you walked up to your room and knocked on König's door. "Come in." You pushed the door open gently and slipped inside. "Thank you for the gifts." "I didn't know what to get you." "Well I think you did a fine job picking. I love them." König sat up and you sat down next to him. "I'm so glad you came with me you know?"

"I am too."

You give him a hug. "I'm really proud of you buddy. I'm really, really proud of you know that?"

"I loved hanging out with your family. They're amazing, just like you. I can see where you get it." You chuckled and wipe a tear from your eye. "That's all I've ever wanted to hear." "I mean it. They are wonderful people."

When leave is done and you two are packed up to leave, everything is a bit heavy. König will miss your house and the too small bed you gave him. But this place will forever be a refuge, a safe place in his heart and mind.

"Welcome back soldiers!" Your captain called. You both saluted the man on your way through. "How was the trip?"

"Oh we had an amazing time, can't wait to go back sir." König beamed under the hood. Your heart swelled. You were so happy.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty headcanons #ghost x reader #call of duty #könig x reader #könig x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #platonic x reader #platonic ghost x reader #konig headcanons #cod headcanons

[alovesongtheywrote]

can i please ask for another part of nightmare academia if you can 😭😭 i need a pick me up so bad bc of exam week at my campus and i loveee your series sm!!!

sending love 🫶🫶

♥ Summary:  This should help! I hope your exams went well!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer makes up for past mistakes and you take him home. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: mentions of the stab, guilt

♥ A/N: ok, we're getting goofy again- at least, for now

♥ Word Count: 1382

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You didn’t see Reid again until he came back to work.  You saw Penelope every now and then, and she kept you updated on his condition until she left, but you never saw Reid until he came back.  Once he did, all your mugs went missing.  Honestly, you were kind of proud.

You were hesitant to retrieve your stolen property- hesitant to see Reid again.  You stood outside his door for a good ten minutes before you even bothered to knock.  When you heard his voice through the door, telling you to come in, you almost turned tail and ran.

You were avoiding him, not because of your anger but because of your guilt.  You couldn’t stand seeing him hurt and motionless in the hospital, broken because of you- so you just avoided him.  It was the cowardly thing to do, but still, you did it.

Now, you needed to see him again- you needed to get your mugs back.  You needed coffee.  You pushed open the door.

Reid’s face lit up when he saw you.  His eyes were so bright, and his smile blinding.  You felt so guilty.

“Hey!  I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

You weren’t entirely sure if his words were genuine, or if he was playing a game with you.  Either way, you could play along, “I’m here for my mugs, Reid.”

“I thought you’d say that.  Go back to your office, they’re already there.”

You tilted your head, “Not bad.  You took the base prank and elevated it.  Smart.”

Spencer shrugged, “Thanks.”

You paused halfway through the door, tapping a nonsense pattern into the wall outside his office.  Staying felt wrong, but you couldn’t leave.  Not yet.

“Hey, uh.  I’m sorry I didn’t visit you in the hospital.  I was-”

“(Y/N), I know what you did.”

You paused, looking up at him with wide eyes.  Yes, he knew what you did, you got him stabbed- did he know how guilty you felt about it?

“You covered my classes for me,” he picked up his own mug, “You were busy.  Don’t worry about it.”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath, “Perfect… And uh, are you- how are you settling in?”

You didn’t know a person’s smile could make you feel physically warm, but his did, “I’m doing okay.  I told you, I’ll be fine.”

“You did.  Just one of many things you’re right about, I guess.  And you- you aren’t hurt, right?”

He shook his head, “I told you, I’m okay.”  

“Good- perfect,” you paused, fingers still pressed against the wall, “Now tell me to get the hell out of your office.”

He laughed a little, taking a sip of his coffee, “Get the hell out of my office, Professor.”

“Good boy.”

You left, missing the delicious sight of Reid melting into an absolute puddle at your words.  He wondered, briefly, if you were trying to put him back in the hospital.  He could never tell when it came to you- but god, if you wanted to put him in the hospital, all you had to do was ask.

Upon returning to your office, you were met with the sight of two cardboard boxes on your desk.  One of them contained your mugs.  Inside the other, a 1960s Vintage Royal Empress Typewriter measuring about twelve inches in width and weighing thirty-three pounds and eight ounces.  You could feel the tears forming behind your eyes.  Your typewriter had been destroyed in the attack.  

Somehow, Reid had gone out and found you a new goddamn typewriter that was the exact same make and model as your old one.  You could kiss that damn bean-pole- you wanted to kiss that damn bean-pole.  

Your fingers brushed over the polished metal of the machine.  In the box, beside it, you found a note.

“I remember you said something about being in the market for a vintage typewriter.  I found this and thought you’d like it.  Feel free to use it the next time you get angry at me.”

It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need a signature.  That was his handwriting.  He bought you a typewriter.  You got him stabbed, and he bought you a fucking typewriter.  Tears spilled down your cheeks as you took a seat at your desk.  

That evening, Spencer passed by your office on his way home.  He stood outside the door for a second, listening to the click of the keys beneath your fingers.  He stayed there for a while, in the otherwise silent hallway, letting the click of the keys promise him that you were nearby.  

He’d missed you, during his recovery.  He knew that you felt guilty.  He couldn’t forget what you said in the hospital.  He also knew that you were busy- you’d picked up his classes without a second thought, and while you had done an incredible job, he knew that couldn’t have been easy.  That hadn’t kept him from missing you, though.

He had to face that down, too- the fact that he could miss you so much after only hours of being away from you.  You’d settled in so nicely with everything else in his life.  He’d gotten used to you, and you were such a presence that nothing could come close to replacing you.  That probably wasn’t normal, but it was a therapy appointment for another day.

Until then, he would let himself listen to you type away at the machine he got you.  

He stayed in the hallway for a few short minutes, until the click of the keys stopped.  He barely noticed the change.  He did, however, notice you stepping out of your office with your bag slung over your shoulder.  You were clearly surprised to see him.  

“Shit!  Reid!  It’s you.  Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he winced, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” you swayed a little, side to side in the doorway, “But hey, it’s good that I caught you, I uh.  I wanted to say thanks.  You- you really didn’t have to get me a new typewriter, Reid.”

“Well, technically it isn’t new.  The Vintage Royal Empress line didn’t come out until-”

“Reid.  You know what I mean.  Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.  I mean, you saved my life, so-”

“Saved your life?” you scoffed, “Reid, you wouldn’t have gotten stabbed if it weren’t for me.”

“And I would have bled out if you hadn’t been there.”

“And you wouldn’t have been bleeding if it weren’t for me.”

“If it weren’t for you, what?  If it weren’t for you looking out for your students?  If it weren’t for you protecting Missy?  If it weren’t for you being smart enough to use the typewriter as a weapon?  Tell me, (Y/N), what did you do to get me stabbed?”

“I-” you were at a loss for words, “I’m sure there’s something I did, I just.  Can’t think of it.  Right now.”

Spencer smiled, “Maybe you just want to stab me.”

“No!” you practically jumped across the hallway, stopping right in front of Reid, “I do not want that.”

“Clearly.”

Your eyes darted down over Reid’s stomach, hovering over the location of the wound.  You couldn’t see it, but you remembered the red stain across his shirt, the pool of blood that got bigger and bigger no matter how hard you’d pressed down.  

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, your fingers brushed lightly against his torso.  Your touch was gentle- enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to flinch.  Inside your office, the lights flickered.  You only realized what you were doing when Spencer moved to wrap his hand around yours.

You jumped a little, shaking your head as you came back to your senses.

“Shit- I’m sorry, I um-”

“Don’t apologize,” Spencer’s voice was soft.  His eyes carried some sort of gentle confidence within them.

You squeezed his hand.

“Hey, you aren’t taking the train home, are you?”

“I am, why?”

“Because if someone elbows you in the wrong spot, you’re gonna bleed out on the train, and I’m gonna feel like shit about it.”

“That’s highly unlikely.  The stitches have already-”

“Spencer,” you stopped him, “You can tell me about it in the car.  Let me drive you home.”

On both accounts, he did.  

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts, @morgthemagpie, @iiheartbowie, @digitalhearts, @corpsebridenightamare, if you asked to be tagged and i forgot, pls let me know!! if you would like to be tagged and aren't, also let me know :D

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

[the-mom-friend-dot-com]

falling leaves- Optimus prime x bot!reader

authors note: ok so it's not really specifically optimus so you can put whoever you want in it i just didn't know what to put and he was my first choice

TW: death, abandonment, denial?

Autumn leaves pooled around a foreign creature in the woods. Sad, cold metal rested, seemingly rusted together. Colorful paint faded and chipping. Centuries have passed and no sign of life had come from the large metal being. Why was it there? Was it hiding? Was it waiting for someone? How did it get there? Perhaps it was exploring and got lost. Maybe it ran out of energy and sat down to rest, not knowing when it would get up. These are the things that the little critters wonder as they pass by the large metal being. Some say that it was once a tall, shining robot searching for a lover. Some say it was a criminal, hiding away. Stories were told by the creatures over many generations but none truly knew why it was there. 

These thoughts continued until one day a strange noise emitted from the metal creature. It sounded like someone was speaking but the creature remained still. The forest became silent, curious as to what was happening. The voice returned and a faint glow came from the metal being. Was it alive? The light shone brighter and brighter until a loud stomping was heard. The critters scattered, scared. What is that? The metal thing hasn’t moved an inch! where was this sound coming from?  

As the steps became louder and louder the trees parted and out emerged another large, metallic being. This one was bigger than the dormant one. It was colored brightly with strange patterns, a stark contrast to the faded paint on the other bot. 

The new bot looked around, searching for something until it found what it was looking for. It walked over to the unmoving robot and wiped away the vines and leaves. It attempted to wake the dormant bot but upon finding it unsuccessful, it put a hand to the side of its head where its ear would be and started to speak. It spoke of finding what they were there for and bringing it back to base. The bot wrapped its arms around the smaller bot and lifted it with ease. The dull robot looked small and frail next to the newcomer.

The standing bot took one last look around the silent forest and walked. He walked away from the clearing where he had found the bot. He walked and walked until he emerged from the forest and neared his ship. The mech arrived at the shuttle the hatch opened. There stood his best friend. He watched as the mech’s face fell at the sight of the seemingly lifeless bot. He had found them. His long-lost other half. His best friend. His soulmate. 

His eyes dulled as he took his lover from the arms of his friend. Soft words were whispered to his lover, unheard but meaningful. How long had they been there, waiting for him to arrive? The guilt was overwhelming for the mech. While he was out fighting they were here, waiting on a long forgotten promise of a new and bright future. 

He would make it up to them. He would fix what had happened and build them the life they had dreamed of. If only they would wake up. He was not a doctor so he knew not what to do. He had to hurry. Who knows how long you have been out and how much time you have left. Would you wake up? He does not think he would be able to bear it if you didn’t. 

So they shoot off into space, racing the ticking clock of life, unknowing of the outcome and praying. He prayed that you would wake up. That you would wake and be happy to see him. That you would not hate him for the mistake he had made that may have cost you your life. He prays for their forgiveness and love. He prays because that small sliver of hope is all that he needs to continue. That he will be able to see you smile at him once more. 

These prayers continue as he waits. Grasping onto that slim chance that all will be fine. That small chance is all he needs. He has gone off of less before. He believes. 

He keeps believing. It’s what keeps him going. Every day he believes. He believes even when they say the chances are slim. He believes that you will wake up. He believes that you will come home to him one day. He believes until there is nothing left to believe in. He believes until there is nothing left. Until you are gone because believing is the least he can do. After all he has done believing is the least he can do for you. And he does so until the end. Until your time has run out and there is no fight left in you. Until you're gone and there’s no bringing you back. Until he is forced to realize the truth.

#optimus prime x reader #bot x reader #autobot x reader #transformers #optimus prime #tfp #tfa #mtmte #optimus x bot reader #Optimus prime x reader angst #Optimus angst #transformers angst #autobot x reader angst #decepticon x reader #decepticon x reader angst

[pensat-i-fet]

Finding the perfect gift (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Not much to say about this one, just a cute little request 😊 enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 1266

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The news of Ines' pregnancy had made everyone happy, of course. But Rúben was probably the happiest of all of Bernardo's teammates. You could tell by the way he beamed whenever Ines called him Uncle Rúben and found it adorable. He was ready to spoil that baby as much as possible.

"We are invited to the baby shower", he announced one day when he came back from training.

"I would be more surprised if we weren't", you laughed. "When is it?"

"Next week. And I need to buy a present".

"Sure. I have a couple of things saved on my Amazon wishlist that we can order".

"But that would be your present. I have to get one that's mine".

That made you raise an eyebrow. "Pretty sure that, as a couple, we can get away with something that is from the both of us. You know, like we do for birthdays, Christmas, …".

"Yes, but it's Bernardo. Not a random teammate. So I want to make a bigger effort".

"Alright. I know what I'm ordering so go ahead and get something on your own".

He thought it would be so easy. It was just a baby, right? And his friends would appreciate anything he got for their child but…he just couldn’t find the right gift, at all.

“Can I see your Amazon account for a second?”, he asked you one day when he saw you ordering something.

“What for?”

“I ordered something from it once and I need to check one thing quickly if you don’t mind”.

“Sure”, you said, not thinking much about it. “Let me finish the order”.

When you were done, you passed the iPad to him, still logged into your account and he went to your wishlist right away but…there were no baby things! Your order history showed the clothes and toys you had bought for baby Silva but all the other things you were supposed to have saved on your wishlist were gone. You and your being an organization freak. It wasn’t the best time for that.

Rúben realised his mistake was probably wanting to buy the gift online. He couldn’t see the sizes or colours well so better to go to a shop. But once he was there, he was overwhelmed. One of the ladies who worked there tried to help him by showing him half the store but most of it just seemed like things the baby was probably going to get from everyone or just useless stuff.

When he got home that day, you were on the sofa reading a book and didn’t have time to say hello to him before he sat down dramatically.

“What’s that face for?”

"I give up", he said, placing his head on your stomach.

"You are giving football up? Come on, you are not that bad".

“The gift”, he said, voice muffled by the jumper you were wearing.

“What gift?”

“The baby’s”.

“You still don’t have one? Rúben, the baby shower is in two days. Just put your name on the cards I got for what I bought. It’ll be fine”.

He looked up at you, still not willing to give up.

“Maybe if we knew the sex of the baby, it’d be easier. It’s the parent’s fault”.

“Don’t be so old-fashioned, Rúben. Toys and colours are unisex”.

He groaned, hiding his face on your stomach again.

“Are you ready to ask for my help now?”, you said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m ready to beg for your help”.

“I quite like the idea of you begging”.

“Can we go to the shop now? Please?”

“Sure, there is one near, around the…”.

“Not that one”, he said, making you frown. “I was there now and I don’t want to embarrass myself more”.

After a 20-minute drive, since the baby shop near your place was now off-limits, you got to the one in a shopping centre.

"Ok, did you have any ideas of what you wanted to get? There are toys, clothes, things for the nursery, for their travel bag, …".

"Why are babies so complicated?"

You bit your lip trying not to laugh at his little tantrum. It was weird to see Rúben not in control of the situation. And it was very amusing too.

"Hi, can I help you?"

He turned hearing the voice of the shop assistant ready to reject her help but you interrupted.

"Yes, thank you. We needed a few things for a newborn".

"Oh, congratulations! You aren't even showing, when are you due?"

Rúben's pale face made you laugh. You couldn't help it.

"I'm not pregnant. It's for a friend. Her baby shower is in a few days and we wanted to get something cute for her baby".

"Of course, sorry. But you would make gorgeous babies. Just saying".

Rúben was now looking pensive.

"She isn't wrong".

"But babies are so complicated", you mocked him.

You put your hands on his shoulders to move him lower and kiss his frown before leading him to follow the shopping assistant that was ready to show you all the things you could buy and then some.

"This is one of our best baby bags. It has space for the diapers, the bottles and all that, but also an area for things the parents might want to carry. So there is no need for handbags or anything else".

"It's lovely", you said. "It almost looks like a normal handbag".

"She probably has one already", said Rúben, annoyed at how basic all the options were.

"Well, they'll be traveling a lot so it's good to have more than one".

He sighed and you took that as a sign to look for something else.

"Rúben, you don't like anything", you whispered to him and noticed his defeated face. "Thank you for your help. We'll think about all the options and come back for something".

"I just…I just want to do something original".

"How about you make your own gift?"

"How?"

"Well, there are all these new things like scrapbooks to write down all the first things the baby does. Or boxes to keep stuff to remember the pregnancy or whatever. I don't know. It was never good at arts and crafts so I went for something basic but useful", you said, shrugging.

Rúben's response was to grab your hand and lead you to another shop…an arts and crafts shop?

"You are always so literal", you laughed. But he finally had an idea. And you could tell how much his mood had improved.

Half an hour later, you left the shop with several bags full of boxes, pencils and other materials he needed for his gift.

And when you got home, it was time to get it all ready. You helped him, picking the colours that looked the cutest together and recommending what each little box could be for. Rúben used that time to teach you more Portuguese words, which he always loved doing.

"Done", he said, looking proud.

"Uncles trying to find the perfect gift for their nephews are so complicated".

                                    **

When you got to the baby shower, you left Rúben alone so you could join Ines and her family.

"Hey, can you take my gift somewhere else?", he asked Bernardo.

"Why? Just put it with the others".

"It's…fragile".

"What did you get?"

"I didn't get it, I made it".

Bernardo smiled at his friend, not surprised at all.

"That's the most Rúben thing I could imagine. Let me take it to our room. Ines and I will open it together later. I'm sure it'll be the best gift our baby got today".

#ruben dias #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fluff #footballer fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot

[teaforthotxxx]

Not me thinking of how hinny (harry x ginny) in the books would have gone if Jegulus and Marlily raised harry!!

Like Harry def told Mary and Lily first. Cause hes tryna attract a girl. WTF DO REGULUS AND JAMES know about getting a girl? Also, he wld def ask Mary how she got Lily cause Ginny looks like Lily. I think Marlene wld pull out Mary’s old diary and show Harry a page titled “PLANS TO GET RED”!! I think Mary wouldn’t be much help but Marlene definitely had a “HOW TO GET THE CUTE SLYTHERIN” and she would cancel the word slytherin and replace it with Chaser (Ginny).

I feel like he would only really involve his dads after he gets tgt with Ginny and realises he’s broken 1918827828 friendship codes by dating his best mate’s little sister (something James knows a thing or two abt). Obviously, James would pretend he’s above it all and say “just tell Ron. I mean at worst you get beat up. Padfoot chewed all of my red converses and ate my autographed quaffle. I’m sure Ron is wayyyyyy nicer.” Of course, Harry will tune that out the same way James tuned out Arthur’s same advice. Instead, he’ll look for the diabolical slytherin aka SLYTHERIN SKITTLES for help.

Big mistake: Barty and Dorcas are laughing so hard they fall down. Pandora who already knows how this is gonna end (cause she is a seer) is sighing. Evan is trying to help but can’t because AGAIN what does he know about girls? And also he’s engaged to an only child!! Regulus AKA Professor BLACK to the rest of the students is sighing and questioning how Harry not only managed to find but also date someone who is a mix of both himself and Lily (the two great loves of James’ life).

Unable to help, Regulus will probably refer him to Sirius (consult the enemy). Sirius is probably the last one to know about Hinny (naturally, Reg and Remus found out first cause they work at Hogwarts). He is definitely very salty about it (EVEN PETE knew before him). So, Sirius wouldn’t help his godson. He’d just say something about karma after Harry sasses him for the thirtieth that day.

Eventually, Harry gives up and comes clean to Ron. He braces himself but Ron just goes “oh ok. Sorry I already knew.” He was completely fine with it cause urm Ginny is her own person? And he respects her? So, Harry relaxes. He doesn’t have to sleep in the room of requirements for fear that Ron will send a rat to him. That is until he feels two identical hands on both sides of his shoulders. Fred and George Weasley are looking down at him with matching mischievous grins. “So you’re dating our little Ginny eh?”

#marauders #harry potter #hp fic #james potter #marauders era #jegulus #meta #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #everybody lives/nobody dies #mary macdonald #marlene mckinon #wolfstar #long post #drabble #slytherin skittles #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #hinny #ginny weasley #ron weasley

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for avoiding my friend who constantly makes me feel bad about myself

My friend (m20) and I (f19) have been friend sconce we were in 5th grade. We met at a friend’s birthday party and became close super quickly however, soon after that we barely spoke. It wasn’t until we both attended the same high school in which we spoke to each other more, even then he was a year older than me and we had separate friend groups.

Time skip 5 years and my friend, let’s say his name is Jack, Jack got held back one year and during this time we became closer and spoke about everything with each other. We spoke about things from anime to his decision about being trans (ftm). I supported him and everything is fine he is a good friend but not my best friend.

Currently in year 12 our last year of high school and he’s been getting really close with all my friends, which I don’t mind I honestly thought it was cool and fun, however, it all started to go downhill when he would belittle me and make fun of me nonstop.

Jack, despite saying he doesn’t, has only child syndrome. And I know that probably sounds rude but it’s true. His parents are never home and are always busy with work and are always going to the gym, and I feel bad for him because no one deserves that from their parents. Though it is hard to feel bad for him when all he does is make fun of me and make himself the centre of attention.

He is constantly making fun of my height or how he’s older than me, he even goes to embarrass me about past mistakes or things I’ve done in front of my friends. I know he’s probably joking about this this stuff but it’s getting to the point where I’m starting to think I’m not gonna make it to graduation. He also has to make himself the centre of attention in every conversation, which is where his only child syndrome comes in, it’s gotten so bad to the point where my friends have asked me to “save them” from his nonstop talking. He has also threatened to un-alive himself many times in a “joking” manner but also at the same time gone into a lot of detail as to how he could do it. I already had a friend who was going to do this but didn’t (thankfully and now they are in counseling) and so when he did that it stressed me out to the point where I SH myself and had a full panic attack in the bathroom at school.

So to better my own mental health I have been distancing myself from Jack whenever I see him and have left all chat groups with him in it, and in doing this I have felt way better about myself and could not be doing better. He did not decide to reach out whatsoever during this time nor did he come over to talk to me when we were at social gatherings. I thought things were going fine till he started leaving school early and seemed down whenever I was near. I had also just found out his partner broke up with him for being toxic so I felt bad but made no move to reconnect with him.

He also reached out for the first time in weeks to ask if he had done something wrong or if I was ok. I don’t know what to say because we had gone through a similar scenario a while back and I told him how I didn’t like his “jokes”. Everything seemed fine and we made up but the jokes did not stop, so I’m not sure if I want to reconnect with him and be friends just to let him belittle me more this time.

I don’t know what to do this time. AITA

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter VI.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, talk about war, a hint of Sam’s love life, some cursing, kissing, lots of feelings, reader having strong "headaches", bad coworkers, some painful flashbacks and 40s mom of reader being not great, a protective Bucky, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <<<

1944.

You should have never been sent to Europe.

The only reason you were a nurse was because being a doctor was forbidden to you and then the war called at your country’s door. Alex enlisted, to your mother’s pain and you followed him, not allowed to do any less than he did. You couldn’t fight but you could serve as well.

Everything was going fine until a letter came and your mother started to be crueler with you. Alex was her perfect son, the only one she loved, why God took him and left you there with her?

After a life of being pushed aside, of feeling unloved by her and with your dear dad long gone, it wasn’t hard to write to Colonel Philips and ask him to help you but you didn’t expect to land right in Bucky’s unit right after Steve Rogers became Captain America and rescued his unit and your brother’s among several others.

Alex wasn’t happy you were there, he knew how vicious your mother could be and you were his little sister, he insisted on making you go back home with him.

“I can’t Alex, I made my choice” you had honor too, run and hide just because you didn’t need to be there anymore was a coward’s act.

“I can’t protect you, little sister, not like this” he was sent home after his left leg was heavily injured, his country found him not useful to them like that and he saw enough death in his time there to don’t want to leave you behind.

The only reason you were there was him and Colonel Philips’ help, your father fought with him before passing away, Alex could use that to convince him to send you to New York.

Before he could speak, Steve approached you both.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hear but I think I have a solution”

That’s how you stayed in Europe and your brother got to live his life.

Present day.

His little bird was avoiding him.

He couldn’t blame you, if he was honest, Bucky needed to be away from you too before he did something reckless like kissing you just as he wanted that night.

Then Sam came with the perfect way to ensure he would stay far from you.

“I’m telling you terminator, something is happening in Madripoor and I think the power broker it’s going to try to fuck with us”

Bucky trusted him; Sam’s instincts were as good as his, still he wanted to tease him.

“Are you sure it’s that? Maybe you’re really eager to leave the country after you messed your date with Harper” he shouldn’t laugh, really but Sam would get back at him eventually, it was only fair.

His friend let out a frustrated groan, reclining the seat of his chair to stare at the ceiling of his office.

“I don’t know why I tell you things, Barnes”

“Because you like me, not enough to have an allergy reaction just to make me smile but-“

“I didn’t know the freaking dessert had almonds, ok?” Captain America, the right, the just, the brave, yelled like a child in a tantrum and Bucky chuckled.

“You should sent her flowers and reschedule your date after we come back”

“Why should I listen to you, Buck? You have the love life of a two hundred years old man, wait” Sam made a dramatic pause “you are a two hundred years old man”

“Hundred and seven” Bucky correct him “and fine, don’t do it, I’m going to pack for Madripoor” with that he started walking to the door and when this closed, Sam yelled at him one last time.

“This time you are the one wearing heels!”

His smile lasted until the elevator, he had a reputation after all and people couldn’t see him smile. Then the doors opened and he saw you in the corner, focused on your planner, not paying attention to anyone around until someone said his name.

Bucky barely acknowledged the agent with a nod and went into the elevator, staying as far from you as he could but it wasn’t enough, he could hear your heart beating like a drum, he could smell you, if he closed his eyes, he could feel your skin.

He needed to control himself but how could he do it? Bucky was addicted to you since the first time he saw you and the only thing between you and him were two agents that when they got out, both sent a poisonous glance on your direction and that made him act without thinking.

The massive body of Sargent Barnes stood in front of you, shielding you from them until the doors closed. That didn’t went unnoticed by you when you reacted like if someone else directed your actions and touched his back to calm him down, making the muscles relax under your fingertips.

“I’m sorry” he was the first one to speak, turning around to face you, holding your hand between his. Three days without you and he was going insane, after decades being apart, having you back for a few days just to be separated from you was more of what his old heart could handle.

Maybe Sam should take someone else to Madripoor.

“What for?” was the only question that left your lips before he punched a button behind him to make the metal box stop and he took you in his arms to kiss you.

Bucky was weak but only when it came to you, he was powerless for you in 1943, in 1975, right now in the fucking elevator of the Avengers tower and he couldn’t give a damn about it.

The first touch of your lips on his got him hooked on you again, the way you hold on his shoulders to stay on your feet while you kissed him back with the same desperation, letting him in when Bucky’s tongue searched for yours, melting in his arms when you intertwined your fingers in his hair.

You missed his long hair.

A wave of pain dragged you away from him; one second Bucky was kissing you like the world would end and the next he was on his knees holding you close, afraid you were going to disappear right in front of him.

“Did I hurt you, little bird? Tell me, tell me how to fix it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” the soldier mumbled against your hair while you tried to make sense of his words, gripping the material of his shirt with your fingers, fighting the pain that made you close your eyes.

“It’s my head, I’m fine Jamie, you did nothing wrong” his heart hurt in his chest hearing you call him Jamie again. Only you did that, in the 40s.

“I’m going take you to the medbay, little bird” he stood on his feet taking you in his arms like it was nothing and put the elevator in movement again but you shook your head, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I’m fine, I swear, put me down please”

He refused, something was happening and he would not stand there pretending everything was fine, besides the doors opened again and Yelena and Kate saw you being carried by Bucky. Your face felt so hot you could fry an egg on it for sure.

“Should we ask?” Kate looked very confused but Yelena just shook her head.

“Let them get out Bishop, is better if we don’t know”

Bucky didn’t spare them a look but you, oh, this day was getting more interesting every minute.

First Stephen Strange stopped canceling his meeting with Pepper and when you introduced yourself, he stared at you for a whole minute like you were in a zoo exhibit, then that two dumb agents followed you an entire floor whispering things about you, about your simple clothes and how you probably slept with someone to be there after what you did on the last gala, then Bucky Barnes kissed you.

He kissed you and it was enough to stop the world.

His lips were so gentle with you, coaxing you to let him in, to let him taste you. Bucky kissed you like you were something to be worshipped and only your stupid headache was strong enough to separate you from him.

“What happened?” was the first thing Dr. Banner said when he saw you both coming through the glass doors. He finished his work on Peter’s cut and Bucky placed you with gentleness on one of the beds.

“I’m fine” you started but were interrupted by blood coming out of your nose “oh no, I’m sorry, let me…” before you could move, Bucky was there holding a Kleenex box for you, making you curse in your head.

What was happening?

Dr. Banner narrowed his eyes, taking in your appearance.

“She had a strong headache that made her almost faint minutes ago”

“And it’s not the first time that happens as far as I know” Dr. Banner gave you a polite smile when you looked at him confused “I got your medical file when you started working here and we remember what happened at the gala”

That incident would haunt you forever.

Cleaning your nose again, you made your choice.

“It’s fine, the doctor in ER told me it was probably due to stress and lack of sleep, maybe my body is still catching up” trying to don’t make this bigger than it was, you made an effort to get up but your legs gave away and if not for Bucky and Peter you would have end up on the floor.

“You should stay miss” Peter’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern. He was so sweet.

“Please little bird, you can’t go around feeling bad” Bucky took your hand on his and started to rub circles on your skin, oblivious of the other two avengers’ presence.

It was true but you just started working with Pepper, people talked shit about you already, this would not help.

“Sorry, Ace but you need to stay for a few tests; if everything is in order you can go back to work” Dr. Banner promised. After you gave him a hesitant nod, he fixed his glasses on his nose “FRIDAY, please scan Ace’s vitals”

“On it, Dr. Banner” a red light covered you and then the whole room drowned on darkness “I detect something amiss, we should call Dr. Stephen Strange” were the last words FRIDAY spoke before she went completely silent.

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Hello! I'm so sorry for leaving this long but a lot happened and the inspiration abandoned me, I didn't know what to do with this story so I just went to the point and made these two kiss haha and know we are back! Tell me what you think!

Love, Lily.

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[cottoncandy-cult]

Kenpachi Zaraki X Chubby! Reader

slight trigger warning in that the reader realizes that some people are gossiping about her appearance and sometimes what they say is mean though no specific quotes are given.

(Y/n) sighed softly as she sat at a booth in the local bar, the Whispering Lilly, she was waiting for her Captain and friends. The young woman was the only adult female of squad 11, she fought with the boys and kicked ass to get to where she was now. Of course, this meant her body type was a bit different, she was curvier and had more muscle than most girls that was for sure, but this also meant a bit of a wider mid-section. She didn't think she looked bad, men still make the mistake of flirting with her, and it wasn't like she was morbidly obese. Rangiku and the women of the Shinigami Women's Association always told her she looked good. But recently she found that wherever she went there'd be people talking about her appearance, it made her wonder if it really was only just happening or if it had been going on all along. Some comments weren't bad, but others could be cruel, the ones from the other women hurt the most.

It had been going on all week, and now here she sat alone in a booth and wondering just how many people around her had noticed her or said something about her. The longer she sat alone the more she felt judged, even though she kept reminding herself that she was overacting. She kept over thinking every move she made, even her breathing. That was when she downed the drink in hand, the burn of the sake dragging her back to earth. She was 4 in when Kenpachi showed up with his 3rd and 5th seat, Ikkaku cocking an eyebrow. "Everything ok there? You look like you want to throw a table." That made Kenpachi laugh, his golden eye locking on the bald man. "Now don't say that, you might just tempt me into throwing a table."

That made (Y/n) laugh a bit, the alcohol making it easier to lighten her mood. "Sorry I'm fine, it took you guys so long I got lost in thought." She watched as everyone sat down, her Captain sitting by her while Yumichika and Ikkaku sat across from him. Kenpachi always sat beside her, it made her feel tiny bit safe. She knew her Captain wouldn't turn his blade on her, she also knew if someone got unruly, he'd shut them up for getting on his nerves. "I'm glad I'm not the only one in this squad that has enough thoughts to get lost in." Yumichika chimed up, filling up everyone's glass. (Y/n) unconsciously throwing it back, not even cringing. "That's happenin a lot to you lately (L/n), what's goin on in that head of yours." Kenpachi had noticed her staring off sometimes, even in training or while sparring. It was like she'd go into autopilot, she looked so hyper focused yet unfocused at the same time. (Y/n) knew she had been slipping up lately, though she didn't realize it was happening that often.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I'm in a bit of a rut... I don't even know what I'm doing in life anymore let alone why I'm doing it." She gave a sigh, throwing back another drink. She wasn't lying, the last month had been so repetitive, each day the same as the last. On top of it she has no inspiration, she loved to write even though no one reads it but her writer's block was killing her. "That's understandable, everyone's been hit with a wave of busy work and the hollow attacks have slowed. It's so boring it'll rot your head." The Captain swallowed down his drink, leaning back in his seat as Ikkaku nodded and tossed one back. "You need to talk more then, the more you sit and think the worse you'll feel. Go pull a prank or something." The bald ones advice wasn't bad, she had considered doing so but she didn't know who to mess with that wouldn't get her in trouble. She was one of the only ones who at least tried to be polite or decent. "Why don't we go shopping tomorrow (Y/n)? We haven't gone in so long, the captain and Ikkaku can come as well. We need people to carry the bags."

That made Ikkaku snort, Kenpachi swallowed down a big drink from the sake bottle and shrugged. "I ain't got nothin better to do, what time are we all meeting up?" That made Ikkaku stop laughing, he already knew he didn't have an option now that the captain had agreed. (Y/n) filled up her sake glass before swallowing it down, shrugging slightly. "How about 11? We can get lunch and take a break before getting into our actual shopping." A lot of the (H/c) head's favorite shops didn't open up til a little after midday anyways, so she knew she wouldn't do a lot of shopping until then. Everyone seemed to nod in agreement, from there they drank and discussed where they'd eat. Until they wandered off in various directions to try and find the barracks, ironically only Kenpachi made it back within an hour.

      ~~~Time Skip 11:30 ~~~

(Y/n) gave a soft yawn as she made her way to the squad 11 common area, she hadn't stumbled her way back to the barracks until early that morning. Having napped in one of captain Kyoraku's cherry blossom trees for a bit. She wore her standard uniform; her hair was brushed but she didn't bother dressing up. She spotted Ikkaku eating and Yumichika was checking himself in a pocket mirror, she assumed their captain was doing his hair or something.

"Hey..." The young woman yawned and sat on Ikkaku's opposite side, stealing one of his rice balls as per her daily ritual. Ikkaku didn't care anymore, he just started to get extra at this point. "Now come on (Y/n) why not dress up? We're going to that shop you enjoy that makes those dresses from the living world you like." The (H/c) haired girl simply yawned, looking at him with a groan. "It's too early for all that work, but tell you what after we shop, I'll let you dress me up." Being the only girl, she'd let Yumichika use her as his little doll, though at this point she just wanted an excuse to put it off for later.

"That's a wonderful idea! We'll have some drinks, and we can gossip a bit! I can't wait to tell you what I saw Shuhei looking at~" He laughed giddily, though (Y/n) was distracted by the sight of her Captain. For once his hair was down, not a single bell in sight. For once the young woman found her breathing stopped and heart racing, she had never blushed before and it was a struggle to keep her cheeks from turning red. "Hey Captain, running a little late aren't ya?" Ikkaku looked to the large male, both men noting that their boss wasn't sporting his usual hair style. "Yachiru left to do something with that Matsumoto woman, so I woke up late and I need her to put the bells on for me." The large man huffed, running his fingers through his long hair.

"Well now that we're all here we should get going, there's a cute little shop that sells jewelry I think you'll like." Yumichika grabbed the hand of a flustered (Y/n) and began dragging her off, leaving the two men behind them to catch up. "I got some questions for you when we get back.~" The black-haired man winked at the girl, making her face catch fire as she cursed how observant he was.

Though she quickly calmed down as the other two caught up, Kenpachi on her left and Ikkaku to Yumichika's right. "Thanks for doing this Captain, I know you probably don't care much for this stuff." She spoke up and looked to the large male, she couldn't tell if he was looking at her because of his eye patch but she knew he heard her by his grunt. "Ain't like I'm doing much anyways, besides if I said no, I'd have to listen to Yumichika's whining." Yumichika gave an offended gasp which made (Y/n) laugh, she missed the slight darkening on the captain's cheeks that formed at the sound of the young woman's laughter.

          ~~~Time Skip~~~

                     5:30 p.m.

          (Yeah I know right)

(Y/n) gave a yawn as she sat on the ground in a small meeting room in the squad 11 compound, the young woman wore a (F/c) dress. It tied behind the neck with a heart shaped collar as it clung to her upper body, the skirt was looser and came to mid-thigh. This was something Yumichika picked out for her, it made her a bit self-conscious given how plump her thighs were though Yumichika thought it looked great on her and talked about how popular such dresses are in the world of the living. He had gotten dressed up, having bought a top that he said he saw in the world of the living called a 'button up' as well as some pants.

Currently the two sat across from each other, they had a drink or two already and she listened quietly as Yumichika talked about how he caught Shuhei looking at Rangiku's chest when delivering paperwork. "So, let's talk about you, I saw how you had been eyeing the captain this morning.~" The young man grinned as he poured her another drink, chuckling as he watched the woman try and block her face with the sake glass while she downed the drink to buy herself time to come up with an answer.

"He just... Looks good with his hair down is all..." Her cheeks only darkened as she listened to Yumichika hum, watching as he pointed his finger at her and downed his drink. "Ah but it's more than that, you've always had a look in your eyes when you see the captain." The woman fell silent as she swirled her refilled drink, watching the clear liquid a moment. "I've never put much thought into it... I do find the man attractive; his personality is enticing and he's so strong he leaves me in awe... But I've always told myself he was out of my reach..." She spoke steadily despite the hazy feeling in her head and swallowed her drink down, the young woman missed the look of confusion on her friend's face. The male had never seen her like this, she was always cheerful or feisty but the look on her face was one he could only describe as disappointment.

"What do you mean by 'Out of reach?', of all women you're closest to having his attention." His words surprised her, the young (H/c) head looked at him in confusion as he downed his drink and refilled both of their glasses. Though before she could answer him the door slammed open, their captain came in with a huff. "I was looking for you two." (Y/n) looked back only to blush at the sight, Kenpachi was only in his hakama and his hair still down only it was somewhat damp, so she assumed he took a bath while she and Yumichika were trying on clothes. "Is something wrong Captain?" Yumichika quirked an eyebrow and tried not to laugh at the way the girl seemed to quietly die, Kenpachi sat down with the two and looked up at them. "Ikkaku is off doing something and Yachiru fell asleep right after getting back, so it's been pretty boring."

(Y/n) had stood and went to grab another sake glass from the cabinet, unaware of the golden orb that was locked on her form. "So that's one of those worlds of the living outfits you got? It looks good on you. These uniforms really don't do anyone justice." He watched the blushing girl return and set down a large sake glass, grinning a bit at the generous pour she had when filling it. "Thank you, Captain, I was a bit worried it didn't fit my body type..." She sat and refilled her glass before passing the bottle to Yumichika, she watched Kenpachi down his drink before she did the same with her own. "The hell you talking about girlie? Since when have you ever cared about body type?"

Yumichika had simply sat back to watch, only moving to refill their cups when needed. (Y/n) only shrugged, swirling her drink a little. "I mean I am still a woman Captain; I do put some stock in my appearance..." She downed her drink, listening to the large man scoff after he had done the same. "Listen up sweetheart cause I'm only saying it once, you look damn fine and any man who says otherwise is really just a boy. Physical appearance isn't everything, from what I've seen you're also good at kicking Ass and you ain't fucking dumb." They had finished the first bottle and were starting the second, the more the two had to drink the more open they got. Yumichika wasn't even drinking that much anymore too busy watching what he hoped was his ship setting sail.

(Y/n) could only blush deeply at her Captain's words, downing another drink. "Thank you, Captain, aside from Yumichika I really don't hear that stuff often lately... So, I guess I started to doubt myself." Kenpachi chuckled at that, leaning forward so they were face to face. "Well then, maybe I'll have to remind you every chance I get.~" He had practically cooed his sentence, and it was in that moment (Y/n) broke. She lunged at the male and knocked him on his ass, straddling him and gripping his haori as she laid claim to his lips. Yumichika was left utterly astonished, his Captain feeling the same way at first though Kenpachi quickly recovered and soon enough their kiss became like a heated battle. Yumichika was quick to flee before things got too heated, making his way to the bar where he knew several members of the Shinigami Women's Association were having drinks so that he could fill them in on the new development.

#bleach #kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi x fem reader #fem reader #chubby reader #candy cult vault #fluff #Kenpachi Fluff #Kenny was one of my first loves #the list of anime men i fell in love with as a child is ridiculous.

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 7

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"That was…" Ben whispered against June's lips, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

"A mistake."

"A big mistake, yes. We shouldn't do it again."

"We shouldn't, no" she said. "Imagine that someone sees us and tells the press."

"June Maxwell fell for Ben Chilwell's charm, they’ll write" he smiled.

"Charm? What charm?"

"The one that makes you keep your body this close to mine, your eyes fixed on me, your lips asking for more."

"You have me pinned against a wall, Chilwell. I can't do anything or go anywhere."

"You can, Maxwell. You just don't want to."

"Shut up."

"Make me" he smirked.

"You asked for it" June said before kissing him again, Ben pushing her against the wall once again, the little space that had been between them gone. 

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"There you are! I was starting to worry and… June, are you ok?"

"I am, yeah. Why?"

"You look… flushed" Leah said. "What happened in the bathroom?"

"Nothing" she shrugged.

"And why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know."

"June? Leah? No way!" someone said behind them.

"Mason?" both of them said as they turned around.

"I can't believe you girls are here! Earlier when I saw the photo you posted on Instagram I told Chilly that we may cross paths, and look" he chuckled.

"Chilly is here?" Leah asked.

"Yeah, somewhere. He went to the bathroom and I haven't been able to find him yet."

"The bathroom, uh?" Leah said, looking at June.

"We were joking about finding our New Year's kiss, so maybe he did."

"Maybe he did" Leah repeated, still looking at her friend.

"What about you, girls? Are you looking for a New Year's kiss?" Mason asked, his eyes fixed on June. 

"I don't believe in those things. You?"

"Me neither" June said, feeling her cheeks burn. Leah knew. She definitely knew about what had happened in the bathroom. She knew her too well.

"What a shame…" Mason sighed. "Oh, Chilly, here!" he called.

"Fuck" June said under her breath. 

"Where were you, man?"

"The queue for the bathroom was too… long" Ben said when he realized who Mason was with. Fuck.

"Hello, Chilwell" Leah smiled. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Williamson. Maxwell."

"Hi" she muttered, her eyes fixed on her hands.

"Since we have found each other, why don't we have a drink the four of us together?" Mason asked.

"I think I'm going home" June said.

"What? Why?"

"I have a game in two days, I need to rest."

"As if resting would make you play better" Ben chuckled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Going to bed early won't improve your performance, Maxwell."

"Well, unlike others, I still am playing."

"June…" Leah warned her.

"What? He is allowed to insult me and bully me but I can't do the same to him?"

"I don't bully you. I just…"

"Don't you dare saying that you are just stating facts!" she replied, raising her voice.

"If I wasn't right it wouldn't bother you so much" Ben shrugged.

"Fuck you, Chilwell!" she said, pushing him and walking away.

"Yes, run away like the coward that you are!"

"I'm not a coward!"

"Sure" Ben laughed.

"I am not" she said, walking back and punching him in the face.

"June!" Leah said, grabbing her friend and pulling her away from him.

"Are you ok, bro?" Mason asked Ben.

"I'm fine" he replied, touching his lip. He was bleeding.

"I think it's time we leave" Leah said.

"Yes, take her back to her cage. But make sure you close it properly, she bites" Ben smirked. Though maybe he shouldn't have done it, it hurt as hell.

"I'm gonna bite your head off, that's what I'm going to do, you moron!" June yelled, ready to hit him again. 

"Ok, that's enough" Leah said, struggling to stop her. 

"Happy New Year, Maxwell" Ben laughed as he watched them walk away.

"Happy… fuck you!" June yelled again, Leah barely managing to drag her to the exit.

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"Let go of me, Leah. Let go!" June said once they were outside.

"Do you promise me you won't go back inside and do something stupid? Again?"

"I promise. Now let me go."

"Ok, fine" she replied. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" June said.

"All that with Chilwell."

"Don't say that name ever again."

"June, you punched him."

"I did. And I should have done it earlier, to be honest. It felt so good…" Though her hand was starting to hurt.

"How did that happen? How did you go from making out to arguing like that?"

"We didn't make out" she snorted.

"June…"

"We didn't. I would never make out with Ben Chilwell. Never, Leah. Did you hear me? Never."

"Ok, fine. I imagined it all."

"Yes, you did. Can we now please go home? My shoes are killing me."

"Yes, we can" Leah sighed. “But we have an unfinished conversation.”

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[mitsua]

                                                                   

                                                                   

Inspired by the event : " The scroll of thirst " ch 1-5

Warnings : POSSIBLE slight OM! NB SPOILERS as of Solomon's past, so read at your own risk. bad grammar & spelling mistakes

Genre : fluff

Serie : 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞?

Y / n 's . . . GN !

                                                                   

Reading solomon to sleep.

There are two things that could happen :

It could be so difficult to find something to read to him as if it is most likely he's read any bed time story.

It could be rather easy to find something to read to him as if it is most likely he's never read that kind of stories because of his childhood and never bothered to to do not bring unwanted memories. ( The second one is the one I think it's most probable).

Let's imagine number 1 happens:

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" Soo let's try with this new book I found— " " I've already read it ". he says just by seeing the cover. Frustrated, you sigh, tossing aside an old book you found at the library in your way home along with many other lame attempts of yours to accomplish your partner's wish of sleeping while listening to you reading to him.

" Don't you think at this point it would be better if you tell me the stories you know ?". you ask, defeated again.

" Possibly, but I want to sleep by listening to you, not the other way around at least for once ".

You lost yourself in deep thought as to what you could do to help.

" Oh, now I know !" you exclaim finally smiling, startling the tired Solomon who was laying on your chest.

" What do you have on mind ?".

" There was this day when a little child was going to their first day to primary school..."

He raises an eyebrow, trying to remember any story with a start such as that one.

" ...between cries and pleas asking to their parents to do not let them go as they were parking the car, they noticed..." you stopped, getting suddenly embarrassed even though it was your idea to begin with.

Solomon turned to look at you once more, finding strange your sudden stop with the story but noticing a hint of a little blush forming on your cheeks, as you seemed to be remembering something.

He grinned, patiently, he patted your thigh to get you back to reality and continue as his curiosity only increased by each passing second.

" Oh, sorry, where was I ?".

" They noticed... ?".

For this, he had already accommodated himself next to you while laying on the bed, opting to keep his embrace around your hips.

" Ri-right, they, they noticed they had completely forgot their backpack ".

One minute of silence passes and Solomon still had the smile.

" So as the kid thought they had succeeded on their mission, their parents were clearly not happy with that, but thankfully let it pass... the end ".

He finally let a laugh pass his lips trying to imagine the scenery of little MC being stubborn on the ride to school, gaining a playful punch on his arm.

" Hey, this was supposed to make you sleep, not laugh !".

" I'm sorry just letting my mind wonder around the story... " he says leaning closer to you and making you impossibly more nervous.

" That's it I'm going to sleep and next time you'll be reading to me understood ?". You turned your back to him and covered with the sheets.

" Fine fine, but let's make this a more frequent action can we ? I'd really love to know more about silly little things you've gone through ".

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Now let's imagine number two happens;

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This was your first time reading to solomon something rather than conjures or potions' list of ingredients, the first time doing it while he was lying to comfortably on your side, " so close ". you thought.

" Are you ok ?" he asks, more like to state he's ready to start with the book on your hands.

" Ye-yes, let's start then... today we'll be going through the story of the little red riding hood ". You heard him gasp. You lift up a little the book to let yourself see his reaction and come to think maybe he's already read this, of course, being hundreds of years old he must even know the devildom's most famous stories as well. But you hear him let a little laugh after.

" You've read it before right ? maybe you know all of this already, this was a terrible idea—". He stops you before you close the book you so eagerly searched for to make a different thing in your night's routine with him.

" It was not, I'm sorry for laughing, it was because of the title, but... I can't quite remember how it goes. Actually, I don't really remember having anyone to read a bed time story to me, that's why I never searched to read any for as long as I've lived ".

To this you stood still, shocked and now sad imagining his words and connecting it with your thoughts. Being hundreds of years old, having read thousands of books across various worlds, languages, but haven't ever being read to, or read a bed time story truly most have hurt no matter the era he was born on.

" Oh, I'm sorry for that, erm, then, would you like to do this more often ?".

" Believe me, I'd rather listen to you reading something I already know or not, than not hearing your voice anymore ".

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🪼 : uhmmm not really sure if any of this really counted as a spoiler but still I would rather say it may contain them than not.

I would like to add that Solomon would like the really macabre stories of all these famous tales rewritten over the years to entertain little children rather than scare them, which the original stories might do with some of them.

                                                                  

                                                                  

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[ninlilwinds]

Can I request headcanons of how the male characters of Genshin (Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, and/or Kaeya specifically) would react to their S/O suddenly falling from a tall height into their arms unexpectedly? Like the reader is on a ladder when they lean too far out and falls but (character) is below her with a book in his hands but suddenly they’re in his arms. Thank you in advance love! ❤️❤️❤️

Reader falling into their arms!

Hihi! I added some other extras. I was going to do all the males, but it was getting too long. I did your initial request at the top and added the extra ones at the bottom. Might do a PT2 if this does well enough. Also, small warning I added some of the minors (Bennett and Xingqiu, so if you don't like that you can skip over them) Also, gender wasn't specified during the request but I kinda struggle making it gn so i simply made it fem reader since that is my gender.

Plot: Reader seems to be falling from many strange places, but good thing the genshin men are always there to catch her!

Charecters: (In order) Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Arataki Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Scaramouche, Bennett, Xingqiu

Warning: Not Proofread! Let me know of any major mistakes

Xiao  

Xiao stood below the Wangshu balcony. This was one of those rare moments where he could relax. So, he decided to enjoy a platter of almond Tofu that the chef had whipped up for him and look out into Dihua Marsh.  

He heard quick thudding above. Seems like someone was running up in the balcony. He decided that in that moment he would tune out the noise. His Karma seemed liked a heavy weight on his shoulder and the reason for his relaxing was simply because he needed some time to regenerate energy.  

"Bwah!!" 

Xiao closed his eyes. Whoever was up there should learn to keep it down before he went up and scared the voice out of them.  

Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight in his arms and lap and he felt a push him down. Xiao felt his almond tofu spill all over his bottoms too. Alarmed he opened his eyes, and his first instinct was to push whatever "it" was off.  

"X-Xiao!?" He looked down at the falling silhouette and realized it was you. With that he quickly regained his senses and swooped you back up into his arms. As he safety delivered you back up to the balcony you had fallen from, he glared, "(y/n)." 

"Oops...?" You laughed nervously, "But you still shoved me off into probable death!" 

Xiao sighed, "Be...more careful next time. Mortals are frail and it seems you do a terrible job In remembering that. And as your lover and protector it is my duty so keep you safe."  

"But...you dropped me." You replied smugly. If you got him mad enough he'd stop his lecture. For a quiet guy, he sure was full of lectures.  

Xiao felt his eyes twitch and he simply vanished, almond tofu-less.    

Childe  

You had been gone on a commission for a very long time, and just to make sure you were ok and to be safe, Childe decided to go out and look for you.  

He knew you were out to hunt down an active ruin guard, and those things could be tricky at times. But, he knew you'd be fine.  

Childe reached the site and saw an inactive ruin guard on the ground, but you were nowhere to be found.  

Out of precaution he took his hydro blades out.  

Just as he heard you yelp in pain, he saw you drop out from the top of the ruin guard, chaos core in one of your hands  

He quickly dropped his blades and opened his arms, catching you.  

"Ah, what are you doing here Ajax?" You asked with a bewildered look. This wasn't something you were expecting.  

"I came to make sure you were doing alright. Seems like I arrived just in time. Still falling for me I see." He chuckled and placed you down on the floor.  

"Well, we might as well go back together, right?" You asked holding his hand.  

Childe nodded and you placed the chaos core in your bag.  

"Why did you even go up there?" Childe couldn't help but ask. You laughed nervously and explained how the chaos core hadn't budged so you had to go up to get it out, but as soon as it came out you lost your balance.  

At least he was there to keep you from being hurt. Mission accomplished.  

Zhongli  

Zhongli calmly waiting for you underneath a tree in Liyue harbor. He had made plans with you for that day and was waiting for you to arrive.  

Of course, you weren't late, Zhongli simply arrived thirty minutes before said time of date, without fail. Which is why he was where he was at the moment. Book in hand as he patiently waited for you to arrive.  

He heard rustling above him, but decided to ignore it. It must've been some sort of bird. Nothing to be concerned about right?  

That's when he suddenly heard your giggles. What a wonderful sound. They brought a smile to his face and he knew your antics. He also knew how clumsy you could be so he prepared himself for the eventual fall.  

And said fall happened. He heard you gasp and he tossed his book aside, catching you with ease, "How lovely of you to drop in."  

You huffed in frustration, "I wanted to scare you."  

"Well, you certainly gave me a scare. I would have passed on if you had ended up hurt because of your little stunt." He chuckled and placed you down before you two attracted any more attention.  

You smiled, "Well I'm here. Want to go?"  

Zhongli smiled and you two went on your date. But just as he dropped you home...he remembered the book he'd dropped. Hopefully it was still there. And with a quick kiss and a loving good night he left you to go collect his book. Whatever was he to do with you!  

Diluc 

Diluc was standing below the balcony of the second floor of the dawn winery speaking with one of his maids about an apparent bug issue in the basement.  

You were above him looking down, wondering if he knew you were up there. Leaning over the edge a little more, you tried your best to maintain your footing while getting a good look at the door. A little challenge for yourself. 

Diluc finished his conversation with the maid and turned to head inside. The red head of hair caught your attention and you smiled, "Ah! Diluc up her- wah!" You lost your r footing and began to fell.  

Diluc turned just in time and he dashed over to grab you, just before you touched the floor and hurt yourself.  

"(Y/N)!" His eyes filled with concern. So many questions flooding his mind and millions of possible roads of what could have happened.  

You chuckled and kissed his lips, bringing him back, "Just testing your reflexes." You joked.  

He did not find this situation amusing, "That is a terrible way to do so." He said flatly.  

You laughed nervously, "Sorry. I'll be more careful." You promised.  

He still hadn’t placed you down on the ground and he mad this way inside, laying you down on the couch, "I'm calling a medic." He informed you. 

"But I'm not hur-" 

"No buts. You're getting checked just in case." He said sternly.  

You sighed. What else could you do with someone as stubborn as him? "Fine. But I'm really ok. You've done worse things."  

"That's not excuse. You could have gotten seriously hurt." He sat down next to you and pulled you in, "Thank goodness you alright. I won't call the medic...but take it easy these next few minutes. I can tell your shaking." He stayed with you until your adrenaline calmed down and then he left to go back to work, but not before telling the maid to keep a close eye on you.  

Kaeya  

"I'll go activate the lever up there." You pointed to a lever at the top of  a pillar. Kaeya and you were exploring ruins, and If what Kaeya had said was right, then that should open up a secret door to treasure. You claimed up while Kaeya continued to collect things down below. 

So far in his hands he carried an old sword that if polished a little could be very useful, and an old book. He looked around, thinking you'd already be done, but he couldn't see you anywhere.  

You were still trying to push the lever. The rust from the years of it being out here was making it something difficult to move.  

"Do you need help?" Kaeya asked from below. You shook your head no and grunted as you finally got it free. With that you lost your footing and began to fall. Kaeya quickly balanced all of the things he was holding in one hand and used the other to secure you. He held you upright in his arms and looked up at u with his eyes  a bit widened, "My my. No need for any battles, you already have my heart racing."  

You sighed, "Thanks for catching me."  

"No need." You hoped down from his arms and then looked around. 

"Oh there's the door!" You exclaimed as you ran towards it. While you had already recovered. Kaeya still held the artifacts in one hand and was recovering from the shock you'd given him. Just give him a minute, he'd catch up.  

Arataki Itto  

You and Itto were collecting beetles for hiss beetle fighting in the woods. Somehow his luck was always better when you were around. Maybe because you sushed him so much telling him how he'd scare the bugs away. Either way, he needed some upgrades for the next battle.  

But not to worry he had found the perfect one. The appearance was perfect and Itto knew the strength would be too. So he quickly captured the  beetle and put it in a compartment made for that in his bag. Now, it was just time to go home. Itto stood up and looked around. Where were you?  

"(Y/n)??" He yelled out.  

"Catch!" You said from seemingly nowhere. Itto took a moment to look around and see where you were but didn’t find out until last minute when he saw you fall off a tree. 

"Ha," You panted, "Nice catch." You patted his chest and hopped down, "man I climbed all the way up there only for you to find a better one."  

Itto laughed, "Well you certainly keep me on my toes!"  

You pressed your finger to your lips in a form of telling him to bring his voice down, "I think I see another one."  

And with that you were off on the run again. To Itto's dismay, he realized the perfect one he had caught managed to escape when he was catching you... 

So he better follow you and see if you can catch another one just as good...and also make sure you don’t fall off another tree.  

Ayato  

Ayato was wandering around the estate, making sure everything was running smoothly thus this far into the day. So far everything was perfect, except for one thing, he hadn't seen you all day. He missed his beloved. He knew you were out testing a new windglider he had got form Monstadt that you had been wanting for a bit.  

So he'd make up for lost time later in the evening. He decided that since everything was going so well, he would take a bit of time off and take a stroll. He didn't need a break, but everything was so peaceful.  

He heard a faint scream that slowly grew in volume, until finally he looked up to the source and saw you falling down from the sky. 

Ayato's eyes widened in shock and panic and he instinctively grabbed you  before you could hit the ground, "Dare I ask why my peaceful stroll was interrupted by an angel falling from the sky. To what do I owe this pleasure."  

Despite his calm tone, you were panting and panicked, "Pleasure!? This was no pleasure" 

Ayato laughed, "Well why don’t you take a break from gliding and join me." He suggested, placing you down and holding his arm out.  

You grabbed it for support and followed no questions asked.  

Even though he looked really calm, that actually terrified him, and he made sure to get you a gliding instructor to teach you how to...not die.  

Thoma  

Thoma was doing his daily affairs while you went off. You could get easily bored with all their financial talks, so it was best to just wander while he did all of his tasks.  

And so you decided to see how the view would look from the roof of one of the buildings. Sunset was soon after all, so it would be a perfect time to see such a majestic sight.  

So you began to climb. Thoma was down below with some scrolls in hands that the person who was talking to handed him to look over. You looked down at your beloved and smiled. Maybe tomorrow you can watch the sunset together.  

With your vision distracted by Thoma, you didn't calculate your next step right and grabbed nothing, causing you to fall. Thoma saw something move from his peripheral vision and then he heard you helped and quickly dropped the scrolls dashing over to you, leaving one confused merchant staring at the dropped scrolls.  

"(Y/N)!!" He looked at you shocked, "Are you ok? Don't scare me like that. What were you even doing?" He hugged you close while the scare passed and then placed you down safely on the ground. 

"This isn't over. We'll talk later." He said running back to the merchant and apologizing. Oh you were in for the lecture later.  

Scaramouche  

He doesn't know where you came from, how you ended up dropping from the sky or what happened to lead to this...but he was mad.  

"What the actual heck, (Y/N). I can't leave you alone for one second when you're already causing a problem." He glared and dropped you on the floor with a loud thud.  

You glared, "Ow. And thank you for being oh so kind."  

"It's your fault for being so reckless." He scoffed. 

You stood up and hugged his waist refusing to let him go, "be nicer to meee! I could have died you know." 

"And who's fault would that be?" He shot back. He was really mad. Well...more like that incident scared him so much and he had no idea how to express it so he simply decided to be mean and moody. But he still didn't push you away from the hug and he held you close, whispering in your ear, "You're lucky I love you, you dork."  

Bennett  

So you know how the bridge in Monstdadt has those pillars that have some sort of cement thing coming out at the bottom and you can kinda just chill there? Well, Bennett had fallen in and had decided to stay there for a bit. No way his bad luck could get him there, right?  

Then he heard you screaming and saw you fall into the water. Don't get me wrong, he tried to catch you. But that attempt ended up with you and him both being inside the water.  

"Ah! You too?" He asked with wide eyes. Was his bad luck rubbing off because what were the chances that you would fall in here??? 

"Timmie's pigeons don't really like me after the duck incident..." You said laughing a bit.  

Bennett joined you and you both laughed under the Monsdtadt Bridge....soaking wet but at least you were both happy.  

Xingqiu  

At the bookstore, Xingqiu would go crazy. He'd buy every limited edition book he could and browse thousands of titles. And for that reason, you would usually stick to one book at a time. So you were checking out the titles on those ladder with wheels on them and you pushed the ladder towards the end of the bookshelf. 

When the ladder reached the end with a loud thump, you basically went flying like a rag doll. Xingqiu was in front of you, about to hide to that aisle, and when he saw you falling, he dropped the book he was seeing and made sure you were secure, "Me Liege." He looked at you with a bit of shock in his voice.  

"I urge you to be careful next time." He placed you down and picked up the book again, "It would be very troublesome if you were to get injured."  

"Sorry." You frowned, "I'll be careful." 

"How about we continue today with a nice outing between the two of us. It seems this library is now riddled with dangers." He placed the book back on the shelf and made his way back to you.  

How could you say no to a date with him? You nodded and you both left, but not before Xingqiu bought out half the library 

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