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avis-writeshq · 29 days

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hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up.

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement.

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t.

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you.

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched.

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly.

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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narcissarina · 25 days

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Hellooo pookie! :D

Could you write a fic about Re2 Leon, like a really lovey dovey one where he's a rookie and he falls in love with his lieutenant or something like that? 🧘

Hello, babyyyy. Yes I could write something like that but I swear I read a similar fanfic about it. And yes it's a leon fanfiction too, but I hope I did well ^^!!!

Here's part 2 if anyones looking for it

𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2,961 (mf wrote a whole oneshot🥲🥲)

Leon heard that someone transferred to R.P.D, he doesn’t know who nor what rank they are but he reckons that it’s someone with high respect if he see his buddies getting worked up and actually doing something.

The boy had his head bowed in his desk, it’s been just two days when he was warmly welcomed, it was his first day and it was very memorable. His eyes were heavy and almost took a nap when someone slammed a file on to his desk, “wake up, rookie.” One of his co-workers said with a smile on his face.

They all heard a car pulled up, all of them got tense as one of Leon’s buddies kick him out of his chair and stand up. The room was silent and the car engine died, he could see an officer jogging up the small stair and opened a door for a someone.

It was you.

You had a long leathered black coat and wore a sunglasses, the aura you’re giving is dark and intimidating. You take a look around before turning to one of the officers, “This is R.P.D?” you asked, your tone flat and strong. A female officer nodded at your statement and flashes you a smile, “yes, ma’am. Do you like the interior..?”

Leon swore he heard a scoff, “it’s a mess, take that down and you all shouldn’t have bothered decorating, we have a job to do. Chop-chop.” You clapped your hand as the others rushes what they’re doing, the female and male officer led you to your office and made you familiarize around the area.

Heels clicking as they faded quickly to the background, Leon found himself standing idly and frozen when his friend bump into him. “Don’t you have work to do?” he asked Leon in a nervous tone, “I’ve already done my part.” Leon whisper back to his friend.

“If the Lieutenant heard you two whispering and not doing any work, you guys are fucked.” His other friend bothered to turn his head just to warn Leon and the other. Before the black haired guy leaves Leon to do his work, he got a grasp of his arm, “that’s Lieutenant?” he asked.

“Yeah, and if I were you. I wouldn’t make eye contact with her.” He says and left, getting his documents done. Leon was left alone standing beside his desk, he sat and think for a moment.

The moment he caught your eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat. Your voice was simply beautiful and angelic to him, is he falling for his Lieutenant thats just new to R.P.D? His thoughts were swirling as he felt his cheeks burning crimson, he feels like a little boy who has a big crush on someone and act like a little puppy.

While you were flipping through files and files, “wrong, wrong, redo.” You mutter, letting the two nervous officer hear your disapproval. “Not enough, now go.” Clicking your fingers together and scoot them away from your sight, you think there is just so much mess in this station and it needs fixing and more organizing.

You lean down to one officer and stare at the monitor, “I need people to patrol this area.” You point to the bottom right of the screen and beside it, “yes, ma’am!” Leon could hear they’re super nervous and scared of you, why? He’s just resting his elbow on top of his desk and resting his cheek with both of his palms.

Your eyes shot to him, thinking to yourself that there’s one officer who’s just chilling and doing nothing, you tap on a random officers shoulder—not bothering what they look like or get their name, “who’s that?” you asked, “oh, that’s Leon. He just started two days ago, a rookie.” You nod at their words and dismiss them.

Heels click and Leon heard them, he tensed up as he felt your presence behind him. The boy slowly turns and looks at you in the eye, maintaining an eye contact which most of the officer couldn’t do. “Rookie?” you called.

He stood up straight and put his heels together, “yes, Lieutenant?” his voice almost squeaked as he spoke, “why am I not seeing you work, Mr. Kennedy?” you knit your brows together but you’re not frowning at him. His heart race as you stood close to him, your arms folded and you shift your weight to your left.

Silence filled the room, it was eerie as the other officers prayed for Leon’s being. He spoke with a nervous smile, “I just finish my part..?” you nod at his words, thinking at the back of your head if this rookie is playing games with you.

You tut his words and let out a sigh, “is that so?” he nods, standing straight as he adjust his uniform. He was intimidated but felt his stomach flutter. “Nope, I heard that excuse before, rookie.”

He swallowed his saliva, his adams apple bobbing as he do so, before you could speak another word—someone cut you off, “ma’am we got a noise complaint…” said a female officer, you nodded and look at him. “You go, rookie. Since you don’t have anything to do.” You flash him back with a smile, he chuckles and salute you, “yes!” before heading off.

Now that you have him gone and run some errands, you got back to exploring the place once more as officers rushes to you to give you their printed document to get approved on.

You never know this, but each day. Leon’s adoration for you grew stronger, you were oblivious to Leon crushing on you. He just felt so warm and fuzzy and he loves it, the way your eyes met his to either scold him for bringing in a wrong document or that there’s errors in his reports—he didn’t mind that, he just loves to hear your voice and your attention to him even if it means he did frequent mistakes.

Gifts also started dropping off on the doorstep of your office, you once asked all of them, “who gifted this to me?” but they all shake their head, not knowing who keeps dropping gifts on your office doorstep. Leon made sure that no one sees him dropping them off though, otherwise he's caught.

He would get to work early so he could drop them off, then watch your face in a frown or confusion as you read the note that was attached. Making you grow curious who is it from.

This continues, and of course. Your nagging continues to Leon, he just grew to love it. He has his head bow on his table, you slam the file down as he flew back to his chair and rub his eyes with his wrist, “listen here, rookie. I don’t tolerate too much mistakes when you’re under my care.” You frown at him, grabbing the two of his armrest and pushed him back to his desk, the others just focused on their work and pretend they didn’t see a thing.

“The file you just turned in? It was good, but too many errors and I need you to redo them, asap.” You grit your teeth but try not to be too intimidating, Leon just looks at you in the eyes with love and adoration, you were cute when you’re mad. You see something in his eyes and sigh, you let go of him and mind your posture.

“Look,” you turn his chair and pushed him back at his desk, open the file he turned in and took a red pen from his desk. “This is fine, but this and this are…” you guide him through this and point out what he needs to do and how he properly does it, surprisingly, he listen to every word you said and nodded each time you asked him, “do you get that?”

It took a minute and Leon didn’t realize that you were leaning over his shoulder. He froze in place and feel his ears and cheek heat up, “I’ll be expecting you to redo this and turn it in, okay?” you spoke to him, finding anything in his eyes but you found none but his adoration for you.

“Leon, I’m not that scary, okay?” you sound like as if you’re talking to a child, “but if there is something that you’re having troubled with, you can come to me and I’ll guide you.” You added and pat his shoulder as you pull yourself together, “do you understand rookie?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashes as grin.

“Good boy, now keep up a good work.”

You turn your heels and walked away, returning to your office and plan things here and there. Leon blushes and lightly slam his forehead against his desk and brush his fingertips against his shoulder—where you were almost brushing against him.

He was too zoned out about you calling him a good boy as he earned a hard slap on his back, “g— fuck!” he curses and put his hand where it hurts and stings, “ow?!” he faces his buddies as they sat next to him, “the Lieutenants into you.” One spoke with a donut in hand, “I mean, why wouldn’t you go after her. She had a whole cake packing.”

“what cake?”

You just earned two screams and yelp from the two officers beside Leon, “Lieutenant…” his friend from the right swallows his saliva while the other put the whole donut inside his mouth, “do you two have cake? I would love to have one.” You hum, raising an eyebrow as you await for their response.

“N-No, n-no ca—”

“We just finished eating it, sorry we didn’t gave you one, Lieutenant.”

Leon saw a sad frown planted on your face but manage to keep your cool back, “it’s all right, I hope the cake you two ate is Red Velvet,” you nod at them, Leon open his mouth and asked, “is red velvet your favorite?” your attention to the blonde boy, “yes it is, now focus on your report Mr. Kennedy.”

And with that, you walked away again.

After that conversation, Leon got better at handing you his reports and documents—once he was assured that he can turn to you without having trouble to make up some mistakes to have a reason for your attention, he’ll ask for your help and feel your chest at the back of his head. When he does a good job, you praise him and give him a pinch in the cheek which you grew accustomed on.

Leon looked forward every time your hand made contact with his face, either giving him a pinch or gently pat. He’s so god damn in love that he’ll cover up your murder for you if you ever murder someone…

He wants more though, he wants to be able to hold your hand, grab you by the waist or bury his head on the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent that he'll grew to love. He was a puppy in love, you noticed his behavior and made him run errands for you: getting you your coffee, driving to your favorite café to get your favorite snacks.

You noticed how much he acts like a puppy when with you, but when he’s with his co-workers nor friends. He is chill and could look at them in the eye and hold conversation, but with you? He’s a stuttering mess and couldn’t hold eye contact for more than five minutes.

You waited him to make his move, you step inside the station as you were greeted with three officers inside as they always arrived early. Leon is having his nap to his cubicle, he looks so peaceful and unbothered by the bright light inside the station.

Your heels clicked and wall to your officer and dangle your key, you feel eyes on you as you quickly turn your head and catch a glimpse of Leon eyeing on you then quickly bow his head to his desk and pretend to be napping. You look down at the ground on cue as if you knew there will be another gift for you.

It was a red velvet cake, didn’t you just say that you love red velvet a few days ago with Leon’s friends?

You took it in and place it in your desk, Leon was watching and chuckling to himself like a kid that’s been falling hard.

Few hours later.

The station became busy again for the day, Leon is doing the best he can to help his co-workers with papers when they need him to double-check the files they’d be turning in. Since they all knew that Leon hasn’t been scolded for these fast few weeks. They wouldn’t be dealing with your intimidating remark and can handle Leon’s kind and soft words.

“oh no, you need to change this.” He points to the mistake that the female officer has, then another file was shoved in to his face. “This is good but this seems unnecessary.” He circles around the thing that needs to be removed in the males officers report.

Leon was packed with officers and files in his desk, someone taps his shoulder, “Lieutenant wishes to see you in her office.” Then walked off, they all look defeated and sulk at the sudden need of the Lieutenant to Leon.

A smile flashes to his face and stood up, “thank you,” he said and hold back his excitement when he walks towards your office door, he knocks and waited. “Come in,” and he did.

“Quite packed, huh?” you remark, looking up at him as you held the small cake in your hand and a spoon to the other, “they’re approaching you rather me,” you said and sliced a piece and ate it.

“It was… fine.” Leon said and closes the door behind him, “you need me for something, ma’am?”

“oh no, I just got made an excuse to get you away from the crowd.”

This made Leon smile as you were considerate to him, “although, I do need to clarify something.” You gesture to him to sit on the chair, he sat and tense up.

“Yes?”

“Were you the one who’s been dropping gifts on my office doorstep lately?”

His heart dropped, his heart race and he looked down. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Leon, I installed a small camera on the door, I literally saw you putting down the cake and getting all giggly when you put the note in.”

Ah, he was caught. He got no more excuses so he confess, “yes… I did…” he mutter, he looks like a dejected puppy that’s going to get his punishment, “don’t you like them?”

“it’s cute and all, but you’re getting distracted from work, honey.” You lift his chin to make him look at you in the eyes, the pet name craved at the back of his head—your hand touching his chin, good god he’s fucking melting right under your touch.

The sight made you smile as you put the pieces together, “your reports and files that you turn in are quite an improvement, there are no mistakes nor unnecessary things in them.” You could imagine him having a tail and wiggling it when you praises his works, mostly importantly—praise him.

“You did good today, haven’t you?” you teased him, you could feel him tremble under your touch, “been a good boy too, helping his co-workers because they don’t want to face a big and mean Lieutenant.” You act as if you were literally talking to a child when Leon is a grown ass man.

His nails digging to his knees and nodded, “not mean…” he mutters, “what’s that?” you grab a hold of his chin and made him look at you directly, “You’re not mean, you’re lovely…” Leon mutter and you squish his cheeks together, you hum at his words and sat down to your desk.

“Is mr. Kennedy confessing?”

You tease him, as he holds himself back. Your thumb caressing his cheek and pushing a strand of hair out of his face. He grit his teeth and couldn’t hold himself back, you were caught off guard when he quickly got up from his sit and pushed you back to your desk and bury himself on the crook of your neck. Finally inhaling your scent and melt on top of you.

You two were silent as you pat him in the back, “good boy.” God that two words definitely made him melt more as you mistake it that he’s wagging his tail like an excited dog. “Want you…” you heard him, his lips brushing against your ear as he looks up at you and brush his nose to yours as he leans in to kiss your lips.

You didn’t resist and kissed back, your hand gripping on to his shoulder and the other on his bicep. He held you by the waist, you didn’t knew his hands would be massive too, he’s melting to everything. Your lips, your touch, your voice, everything. He is worshipping the ground you’re standing.

“not today,” you stopped him as he pulled himself from your lips, he sulks and looks like a sad little puppy that didn’t get his treat. “Not until you finally proved yourself to me, Leon.” You hum, cupping his cheek and pinching it again.

He smiles and nodded, saying he’d do everything to prove himself to you—you don’t know how much he’ll pour his entire soul to love you and please you and fit to your standard. He never thought that his silent affection would come to this, but it did and it worked.

He's yours and he’s going to do his best to make you his.

OK OK OK, I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT!??!?!??! It turned out like an office romance lol. I HOPE I DID WELL!!! Reblogs and asks are appreciated <33

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midnightwriter21 · 1 year

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demon slayer hcs: how you meet pt 2

characters: fem!reader x zenitsu, shinobu, tengen & his wives

warnings: spiders, minor injuries, polyamory

ZENITSU

he's a sweetheart omg

you guys meet in the forest with the spider demons

you're a slayer

a pretty strong one too. not hashira level but you're working on it

you're weakness?

spiders, bugs, anything creepy and crawly

but isn't that everyones weakness?

idk know how you were convinced to go fight a spider demon

bc personally? ain't no way

but anyways

you get separated from the group of slayers you were working with

so ur alone

when u hear some bushes rustling or som

so u look down and boom

a spider

with a human head

FUCK. THAT.

you take off running and i mean fast

so fast you can't even see where ur going

and bam u run head first

into zenitsu

who coincidently was running from the same thing as u

he realizes ur human, grabs ur hand and TAKES TF OFF

ZOOMMMMM

ur gone

until u meet spider demon w the house

zenitsu passes tf out, ur shitting urself just a little bit, and then

zenitsu handles tf out that demon

while asleep?!

hot af

sleepy zenitsu could get it

SHINOBU

idk somethin abt her irritates me

she still fine asf tho

shes a top fs

you're a slayer

and you were on an easy mission

prob a low ranked demon

and then shit

a lower moon pulls up

low key fucks u and ur comrades up

somehow yall kill it

and your brought back to the butterfly mansion to be treated

and we all know miss gurl shinobu is running that mf

so shes obv overseeing your recovery

for some reason the other slayers heal faster than you did

wonder why?

perhaps purposely ripping ur stiches to spend more time around a pretty lady?

noooooo you would neverrrr

thats exactly what u were doing

and shinobu knows it too

but she plays dumb cause she thinks its sweet that you admire her enough to delay your recovery and cause urself that pain

she does poke u a lil too hard when redoing ur stitches tho

takes care of u til ur ready to go on another mission

TENGEN + wives

he's so fine for what

can we make this foursome into a fivesome?

sooo ur not a slayer

ur not a kunoichi

not a fighter at all

just a cute lil civilian

you meet the wives before you meet tengen

you're out shopping

need some new clothes

or maybe you have an event that you need some new jewelry for

gotta look flashy yk

so you finish your shopping and walk out of the store when your knocked flat on ur ass

it was suma

she was running from makio after making her mad

and she ran straight. into. you.

she immediately burst into tears because she felt so bad

makio is yelling at her for knocking you down

and hina is trying to calm them both down

and ur jus like "wtf is goin on"

you feel fine until you stand up

you hit the ground again

ankle = sprained

que the guilty sobbing from suma

the girls carry you to a bench to assess the damage and this grabs tengens attention all they way from the inside of another store

like "who is getting attention from my wives?"

VERY UNFLASHY

jealous af

until he sees u

a cute little civilian women in pain

and his wives fawning over you

he introduces himself and gets the story of what happened

calms suma and makio down

and apologizes on their behalf

meanwhile ur in awe

um hello?? a literal god is standing in front of you apologizing for his wives

WIVES??

AS IN PLURAL? MORE THAN ONE???

he checks ur ankle

his hand wraps around ur entire leg

dudes hands are big af

not the only thing on him thats big

to make it up to you he carries you to a very flashy cafe

where you all sit and have tea and snacks together while you rest ur injured ankle

tengen pays

does this count as a first date??

i love them

#demon slayer #anime #tengen #tengen x reader #shinobu #shinobu x reader #zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #demon slayer x reader

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soft-mafia · 1 month

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Request: Buggy and reader having a cute data with Buggy doing magic tricks throughout the data, making the reader to laugh and return making Buggy smile

Magic[Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, short silly fluff

a/n: THIS IS SO ADORABLE ACTUALLY😭😭I took a few creative liberties bc I love my cringe fail husband.

“Ok… what about this one?” Buggy said, pulling out a flat saltine cracker, “I’ll tell her that I’ll sprinkle some magic dust on it to make it disappear and—!” He turned around, crunching the cracker in his hands, then turning back around and opening his palm, revealing the crushed crumbs of the saltine, “Boom. You think she’ll like that?”

Cabaji and Mohji clapped, however Galdino wasn’t too impressed. He groaned and put a hand over his head, “She’s not a child, Buggy. You’re gonna lose her as fast as you got her.”

“I’m trying my best, damn!!” Buggy growled, throwing the cracker crumbs overboard, then sighing loudly, holding his head in his palm, “I need to impress her somehow… Mohji, can you teach me how to train Richie to jump through a flying hoop or something?!”

“I could… but that type of stunt takes days for someone to master, and your date with her is tonight, isn’t it?” He replied.

Buggy groaned loudly and hid his face in his hands, “It is!! And I have nothing!!” He grumbled, “She’s gonna think I’m pathetic!”

“I’m surprised she already doesn’t…” Galdino mumbled under his breath. Buggy growled and shouted again, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!” Buggy then let out another groan and whined, “Can you guys at least help make me look handsome? I have an outfit picked out and everything.”

After another run through of his cheesy magic tricks and jokes, they helped him get ready, having to help him redo his makeup for about 40 minutes because he was too picky and couldn’t get it exactly the way he wanted. While he was sulking in his bathroom, he completely forgot that it was almost time to take Y/n out on the beach. She walked into the quarters, looking stunning as ever in her bathing suit, even though neither of them could actually go swimming.

“Hey, have you seen Buggy? Is he still getting ready?” She asked, and before anyone could speak, Buggy let out a scream from the bathroom, immediately bursting out, his body parts in a jumble. He put himself back together as he rushed back over to Y/n, putting his hands on her waist. He was wearing a silly flower printed shirt with swim trunks, along with socks and sandals(that made his bounty increase by a billion berries).

“I’m right here baby, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He giggled, then stroked a hand through her hair until he smoothly pulled out a rose, “Oh, what’s this?” He asked, then handed her the flower. Y/n smiled brightly, taking the stem in her fingers before looking up at Buggy lovingly, “Awww! Thank you!”

As he let her back out of the cabin, he turned and flashed a thumbs up and wide grin at the three men.

“Pick a card.” Buggy said, fanning out a deck of cards in front of Y/n as they sat on a picnic blanket near the shore, the sun was nearly setting. Y/n giggled softly before reaching her hand out to grab a card, however Buggy panicked, holding it back, “No- not that one… uhh, pick something else.” He mumbled. Y/n blinked, but then smiled and attempted to pick another one, to which Buggy stammered again.

“No!! No, not that one!” Eventually she picked one, and he grinned widely. Once she held her card, he shuffled the deck in a strategic way, and then he pulled out a 3 of clubs, “Is this your card?” He said proudly. Y/n looked down at her card, then nodded excitedly, “It is!”

The smile on her face, and her giggles of excitement filled Buggy’s heart with not only pride, but a little bit of affection too— actually, a lot of affection. She was laying there looking gorgeous, laughing at his magic trick that he had to try again a few times to even get right. There wasn’t any trace of mockery, she was actually enjoying it. He got increasingly confident the more the night went on, he made coins disappear, pulled candy and jewelry from out behind her ears and from her hair. Once nightfall hit he attempted to do a cool card shuffling trick, however the only light they had was from a small candlelight that was close to burning out, he could barely see anything and before he knew it, the cards just flew out of his hand and right onto that candle.

Some of them caught on fire, to which he panicked and threw the entire picnic blanket out into the ocean on impulse. Y/n squeaked and was flown back onto the sand.

“Oh crap!! The food!!” Buggy screeched when he saw his half eaten hot dog floating in the water, but then he remembered something more important, “OH-! Y/N!!!” He quickly rushed to her side, helping her up off of the sand, a blush spread across his cheeks as he brushed it off of her thighs. After she was fully helped up to her feet, she giggled at Buggy, making him blush harder.

Then, she kissed him on the lips, holding his face. When she pulled away she stroked his hair back, her smile growing when she saw his entire face was blushing bright red.

“I- I’m sorry…” Buggy chuckled nervously, “I panicked.”

Y/n giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck, “It’s ok. It was kind of funny.” She kissed him again, “This was nice! I loved your card trick.”

Buggy was flustered, grinning like an idiot and quaking internally, “Oh, really?” He grinned, then swallowed to regain some of his confidence, “Well… I have a few other tricks up my sleeve, if you’re up for it.” He leaned in close to her, holding her chin up with one finger. Y/n smiled and blushed, looking away as it spread across her cheeks, that made Buggy laugh, he swung his arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the ship together.

Galdino, Cabaji and Mohji were all watching from the bushes, Buggy had instructed Mohji to tranquilize Y/n if anything went wrong, then convince her that it was all a dream when she woke back up— and he almost had, however Buggy held her at just the right moment.

Even during their panic when Buggy was bombing half of his tricks, what surprised them the most was how entertained Y/n had been, and that dreamy look in her eyes whenever she would look at him.

Buggy was clearly a stupid clown, but Y/n loved him nonetheless.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #buggy op #op buggy #opla #opla buggy #buggy opla #buggy the star clown

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lastoneout · 2 years

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I do wanna say tho that people should probably not get their hopes up about this turning into a Sonic movie situation.

Granted my understanding of the industry isn’t as in depth as someone who is an actual animator at a place like Illumination, but from what I know with Sonic all they had to do was re-do Sonic’s model and animation. It’s a lot of work, but that was only one thing that needed changing. They were, as far as I know, able to use everything else they’d already made(live action footage, practical effects, voice lines, ect.) as it was, they just had to change Sonic’s animation.

With the Mario movie, they would not only have to re-record ALL of the voice lines for Mario, which he’s the main character so that would take a really fucking long time(remember, in the Direct they said that they’d only just wrapped all of the voice work, and they announced the cast a YEAR ago) they would also have to redo all of Mario’s animation, because animation is based on the existing voice work, not the other way around. And not just lip flaps, a lot of the character’s body language/movement is based in part on the voice work, so they would have to basically reanimate Mario entirely. That would take ages and be insanely hard and very involved. Def would take a massive delay and cause a lot of crunch time.

(Not to mention that whatever actor is replacing Pratt would probably have to put their current projects on hold/back out of them to make time to do the new voice work, or just work their ass off to get it all done. This isn’t as easy as you’d think. Recording all of the lines for a main character of a full movie isn’t something you can just knock out in a weekend. Not if you want it to be good anyway.)

Sure, they could TRY to get a new actor to just dub over Pratt’s lines, but if you’ve seen dubbed 3D animation it’s always a little off, and Nintendo clearly really wants this project to be PERFECT. Plus, then the new voice actor wouldn’t have the freedom to act as well as they could otherwise. Not to say dubbed performances are all bad or the actors can’t do a good job with those constraints, actors who do dubs are amazing and deserve respect, but the new actor would HAVE to follow all of the body language and lip-flaps that were based on Pratt’s lines, and thus would be stuck giving a performance pretty close to Pratt’s to make sure it fit, and if all of Pratt’s stuff is really flat, well then they have to come across as flat too.

And if they, at any point, got more than one actor in the studio at a time to get more natural dialogue then the performance of anyone who was bouncing off of Pratt’s work is probably gonna look off too, and that’s even more stuff to fix.

So like, please don’t get your hopes up on this one. We don’t have a Sonic situation on our hands. It would take a fucking miracle to get them to change the movie so fundamentally this close to release. As much as it sucks ass we are probably just going to have to live with Chris Pratt’s shitty Mario and just pray that everything else about the film is good enough to make up for it.

#long post #mario salt #like just pls temper your expectations on this one #they're literally almost done with the movie they aren't gonna redo half the thing just cuz people don't like chrisp rhatt

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pinkchocolatesims · 3 months

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I've got a clothing shop. I'm not really loving it so I may redo it. I did all this in 2 sessions....and then my game randomly crashed so I hope I saved.

Funny thing is, the stores are just supposed to be background to the "common space" or whatever. I have a little food stall area and walkway.

This is way too much for background, but I digress. I also have a barber shop upstairs and I've started a baby/child shop and a home goods store (so I can finally display all the cookware and small appliances I keep downloading.

I've been seeing such amazing builds and I wanted to share my latest. Here's the outside but....I really don't like it. Since this started off as a façade for story pictures I built from the inside out so it's....functional.

I think I may add another story and do a flat/retail style roof and get rid of the shape. Thoughts?

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 builds #sims 4 builds

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thedreadvampy · 9 months

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btw about Neil Gaiman I periodically agree with the 'Neil Gaiman is annoying' stuff bc I feel like both he and Amanda Palmer seem like people who I would go insane stuck in a room with bc we have very different ideas about art and suchlike. and I also do think that the career trajectory he's on lately is cynically redoing his greatest hits and pretending that was the dream all along when it clearly was not. which is at best meh.

having said which

as far as I can tell by far the most common complaint about Neil Gaiman is "Snow, Glass, Apples is problematic/gross/it's got incest and rape and frames the child as the aggressor"

which strikes me as a weird complaint to pull out of a 40 year body of work tbh when that short story is pretty clearly coming from a place of 'how far can I push this'. like you don't have to like the story. I don't really like the story. but it is. a horror story.

like and this is the thing with particularly 90s alt horror right? a lot of the interest is in transgression and sitting in the worst possible perspective and seeing what happens if you pull those strings. like I really like Clive Barker for example but there's a good chunk of his short stories that I'm like I'm not picking up what you're putting down Clive this seems Kinda Off. but that willingness to write some trite or Bad Message horror fiction that doesn't land is imo a side effect of being willing to try writing uncomfortable and unpleasant fiction at all. which is what horror is for, among other things, it's for creating discomfort as a form of catharsis or engagement.

like I am not a huge fan of the type of sex-horror that pops up in a lot of Gaiman's work and other contemporary horror writers - to me I don't find it upsetting or horny it just ends up feeling kind of edgy and tryhard - but I'm also a bit like. it does seem like a lot of people's beef with Neil Gaiman is that In The 90s He Was A Horror Writer

and this approach to Problematic Horror in Snow, Glass, Apples I find kind of microcosmic of how The Discourse often approaches art in this kind of 1:1 way. if you write a story which seems to line up with rape apologia it can only be because you agree with it. if you write a story about transphobia you're a transphobe. if you write a story that makes me genuinely uncomfortable you're attacking me.

but artwork, especially art like horror that's not necessarily trying to provoke enjoyment as its main response, is necessarily hit and miss. and if what you're shooting for is discomfort then whether it works, falls flat or goes too far incredibly depends on your audience. and making good art - as in art that makes its audience think, art that opens the audience up to discomfort and catharsis and sticks with them and changes them - requires the space to experiment and tbh the space to fuck up. like they aren't all going to be winners and they certainly aren't all going to work for you as a singular audience.

personally I don't see the appeal of Snow, Glass, Apples, less cause it's nasty and more cause it's hack. ooh an edgy monstrous version of a fairy tale where there's lots of rape and cannibalism? you're soooo original Neil. but like. that's fine. I don't really vibe with like 70% of Neil Gaiman stuff I've read but I still like Neil Gaiman because the stuff that works for me really works for me.

idk I think there's a lot of folk on this website who shouldn't interact with horror cause they clearly aren't interested in being horrified. that's not everyone who dislikes Snow, Glass, Apples, but it's a real undercurrent to a lot of the criticism and tbh this kinda vibe is shit for art. making standout art What Is Good also requires being ready to make art which stands out for the wrong reasons. sometimes they'll be the same art to different people.

#red said #not to Cancel Culture this but isabelle fall springs to mind in a lot of how folks talk about stuff like this #like she wrote a transgressive piece exploring her own negative feelings about transness and her anger around a transphobic trope #and she made something which i found really resonant and interesting #and she got torn apart for it because it Might From Some Angles Agree With Transphobia #and I'm not making a direct comparison. because i think attack helicopter is a really GOOD story and i think SGA is gratuitous and hack #but that's the thing right? transgression and discomfort and speaking about unpleasant things in an openended way are KEY #to making art that engages directly with your own pains and angers and discomforts #and that's hard to mediate tbh. but it's also very necessary.#i think as well thinking about Gaiman this is also a thought I've often had about Amanda Palmer #who over the years has written a lot of songs about things i find genuinely uncomfortable or offensive.#and i can engage with 'it's fucked up to tell your ex they transed their gender At You' or 'your partner's suicide is not about you' bc yeah #but #you can't celebrate someone for making confessional music then get mad because you don't like everything they confess #if you only take about your socially acceptable thoughts it's not really confessional is it?#if you only talk about discomforting things that people are comfortable hearing about its not really discomforting #and you can only really discern what's Good Transgressive and what's Damaging Transgressive through doing i think #so if you want challenging art you are going to have to get some art which challenges you and you go hmm no i still disagree #is what i think #so yeah you can hate the artwork but when an artist is specifically setting out to make challenging art it's weird to hate them #for making 50 pieces of art you like and 1 you hate

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veryace-ficrecs · 5 months

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One Piece Time Loop Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Nice To Meet You by too_addicted_to_fiction - Rated E

Same thing, every day. Bepo enters, Shachi offers a newspaper, and then Law wakes up. They check out the competition on Saobody, and then Mugiwara no Luffy wreaks havoc. Fight, sleep, repeat. AKA Law's stuck in a time loop, but he's not the only one...

But If Not Tomorrow by 8ball - Rated T

What if it was all as simple as asking, Zoro thought. Everything coming down to him just opening his mouth and saying a few words, rather than waiting, or fighting, or watching. What if being a man of action wasn't quite enough anymore, now that he wasn't some lone bounty hunter. (Groundhog Day au, where the local swordsman gets a little more lost than usual)

The Stages by auspizien - Rated T

After Zoro dies from a mysterious illness, Sanji is given the chance to correct it… again. And again. And again.

You, Drowning Between My Arms by ginger_snappin - Rated T

Usopp freezes. Stares. Tries to comprehend a single thing that’s happening. “Sanji…” he tries after a moment. “That was yesterday.” The cook slams his metal bowl of perfectly peaked whipped cream onto the counter. The mountains of white sugar fall flat. “No. It. Wasn’t.” “What wasn’t?” Luffy asks from the open door. Now it’s Usopp’s turn to jump in surprise. “NOTHING-!” “I stupidly turned down Usopp three days ago, not fucking yesterday!” Sanji screams. - Again and again, Sanji is forced to relive the day after he rejected Usopp.

the years between us by losingcontrolnow - Rated T

Zoro feels so pathetic, so weak and all he can think back to is him getting on his knees in front of Mihawk so he’d never have to feel so weak again. Still, the tears come — a disgusting tidal wave and he buries his face in the collar of Sanji’s shirt to hide from Sanji’s knowing gaze. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Zoro says, so softly that he isn’t even sure if Sanji hears him. “We’ll figure it out.” Sanji says, running his hand through the tuft of Zoro’s hair. “Don’t we always?”

Zoro wakes up on the day before his birthday. Then it happens again. And again.

What Happens when the Depths do Stir? by Anonymous - Rated G

It was a normal, average day when Monkey D Garp disappeared from Marineford. It was a normal, average day when that action changed the balance of the seas and brought many questions forth. It was a normal, average day when Garp woke up and decided he could no longer stay.

Somewhere I Have (Never) Travelled by alpha_hydra - Rated G

Now: the sun rises, and Ace lives. AKA, Ace lives, but it takes a while to get us there.

Time Turned Fragile by sinelanguage - Rated M

The first time Sanji dies cracks Reiju’s mask of indifference. Unfortunately for her, the first time Sanji dies is not the last.

Just One More by Anonymous - Rated T

Every D has a Gift, and every Gift has consequences. This is the story of an old man who remembers too much, and just wants to see his grandsons survive.

night runs over by lunarshores - Rated T

The New World is strange. There's not much to predict it, but Marco's definitely learned to be careful what he wishes for in the future. If he ever gets to the future.

Rerun by Nadare - Rated M

After Sanji is killed during battle, Zoro is thrilled when he gets to redo the day. At least until he realizes it's part of a terrible pattern that he must find a way to unravel to save Sanji's life for good.

#veryace recs #one piece fanfiction #one piece #strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #trafalgar law #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #vice admiral garp #monkey d garp #ussop #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3 #one piece fic

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help now I can't stop imagining about reader piercing heelels nipples that would be so daring like-girlie-ur actually about to arouse the devil 😭😫

Rough smut implied, there is some serious masochist stuff here, and a small reference at the end to the originally story (heelels most infamous phrase).

“you want me to get my nipples pierced to match the ones I gave you?”

You nod. He rolls his eyes to the side as he crosses his arms, a mischievous smirk forms on his lips. “I don’t think my brother would dig that.”

“Can I pierce them?”

He’ll look at you for a second and smile widely. “Of course you can.”

He then around and stars to uniform his jacket and the white blouse, and you’ll witness all of this while staring at his broad shoulders and back muscles. He slings his jacket aside and keeps the white under shirt on but completely open at the front. Laying down, he locks his fingers together and raises them to a natural bed as he rests his head against the palms, while also crossing his feet. Man is super relaxed. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m all yours.”

You pierce them, having to redo the session a couple times since you weren’t as skillful as his brother. But heelel didn’t seem to mind since he felt no pain. Not even wince committed, he merely laid there and gazed at your face while watching you do the deed. God you are so beautiful. To him, there was nothing more illuminating than your face. “I promise this is the last one.” You sigh out in frustration and nervously.

“Take your time. I’m not in a hurry.” He’ll say in a very mellow voice, without ever breaking his sight away from your eyes and lips.

Finally done, you look and admire your work. It wasn’t too bad. It may have taken you a handful of attempts, but you finally got it down. “All done.”

“No you’re not.”

He pulls your wrist and rumbles you over, rolling you underneath as he shifts and changes the position. He hovers on top of you, placing your hand on his bare chest, palm flat. “Touch me some more.” He says in a deep and dangerous tone.

Your breathing pauses and you witness his iris shrinking as he grows a menacing wild look in his face. Taking your hand, he places a small claw-blade in your fingers and holds your wrist steady. “Where did this come from?” You inquire with a panicked tone. He does not respond, only smirks as he holds your hand in place and leans in, subtly piercing his pectoral muscle at will. The curved edge of the claw goes in only about an inch or so, just enough for the tip to disappear into flesh. He expresses no sign of pain, instead, an amused look of adoration takes place as his blood drips and decorates your cheek. “Red looks good on you.” He mumbles. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss against your ear before whispering…

“Let’s see if it looks as good…on me.”

A sharp sting on your neck hits your nerves, followed by the sensual comfort of his tongue caressing the wound he caused you scream and yelp out his name, begging for him to stop. Another sharp sensation, hits, and another, and another. Each jolt of pain is quickly followed by softness. An insane mixture of pain and pleasure taking turns, hitting you out of nowhere. He lifts his head after the fifth bite, forcing you to witness the display of the mad Devil. Lips stained blood red, dripping down his chin. “Tell me baby…is red my color?” A game of Russian roulette. If you answer ‘no’, he’d scoff and smirk, tweezing more screams out of you as he digs in and ravishes you, finding your reluctance adorable. If you answer affirmatively, he’d be so pleased and would take you anyhow. The wild emotions of your affection and surrender drives him wild, and hard.

You stay silent and turn your face away. Of course red looked good on him. As did every other color that exists on the wheel. You remain indifferent and shallow. Big mistake.

“It is, isn’t it?” He smiles against your ear, chuckling darkly as he squeezes soft kisses against your cheek. “Wonder if we both look good in it…together.”

You raise a brow, curious as to how he possibly intended on satisfying his curiosity. When suddenly he pulls you by the tip of your chin and absorbs your gasps. A rough and passionate kiss ends with a hard bite on your lip. It hurt. He made sure it would.

The pain stung, causing you to rains your hands and dig into his shoulders. The rusty taste of blood hits your tongue, and his. You burrow your nails into skin until it finally breaks and bright red streaks appear. Lifting his head, he admires the bloody wound on your bottom lip, while you view the red coating that smeared outside his own lip line, along with the red marks near his collar bone. “Oh yeah baby, make me bleed. Do it. And I’ll fuck you till you’re red and blue.” He swipes his tongue over your lip. “You know you love it when I do that.”

He wasn’t lying. You knew what his statement entailed. When he did it to you in that way, it was the most intense pleasurable pain you’ve ever felt, and it was addicting. Nothing could ever cure you of that raging knot and yearning pulse deep in your gut, except him. Yeah, you loved it when he fucked you till you were red and blue. It didn’t matter that the bruising near your womanhood became sore afterwards, it was all a beautiful result of the constant slamming of skin on skin contact whenever he thrust into you. The squelching sounds of your fluids mixing together as he stuffed it inside, pulling out, then thrusting it back in, all of it nearly made you faint from raging desire.

“You want it, don’t you?”

You don’t respond. Not a single movement from head or mouth. But he’s not fooled.

“I can see it in your eyes, y/n.”

Caught red handed.

“You want me?” He asks rather playfully but calmly.

“Yes…”

He closes the distance. The tenderness in your voice softens him just a tiny bit. His eyelids grow heavy and fall halfway through, leaving a little bit of his iris to stared down as he tells you…

“Come here…sit on it.”

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Hii! Could you make a Jungkook smut imagine where him & yn are having sex like day and they're basically all up on each other just before the last Busan concert and we get a pov from him after ? SORRY IF IT DON'T MAKE SENSE 😭😭💜

First, I want to apologize that this was late. Secondly, I know this isn’t what you may of wanted, but I had some setbacks. My beloved Guinea Pig passed away unexpectedly and I have been dealing with the sadness of not having him here with me. I was going to make JK’s POV after the smut scene, but as you already know… the worst happened. I will redo this if you want me too or I can add his POV if you’d like? Just let me know and I will do it! Again, my sincere apologies. I know this isn’t my best.

Member - Jungkook

Genre - Smut

Warnings - oral sex (male receiving) deepthroating, y/n swallowed because she’s a legend, teasing.

❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎

It was the last day of the Busan concert and the boys couldn’t be more stressed. Well, some of the boys. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok were all in sound check while Jin, Jimin and Taehyung were learning some last minute choreography. Where’s Jungkook, you ask? He was in his dressing room receiving some last minute “stress relief” before going out on stage. The other boys unaware of the sinful acts going on backstage as they warm up while Jungkook sluts himself out for good measures. “They’re gonna hear us if you don’t keep quiet, baby,” you tease. Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch as you sat between his legs sucking him off. The sight couldn’t have been more of a blessing to you seeing Jungkook with his messy hair and his hands above his head while his lips were slightly parted due to the pleasure he was receiving.

You knew you were doing something right when you had to tell him to be quiet. “Sorry baby… just feels so good,” he smirks, “you take me so well,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek as you swallow him whole, bobbing your head up and down. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat making your eyes water and causes saliva to pool at your lips. Jungkook liked it just as sloppy as you did so you didn’t bother to stop the globs of spit as they fell from your mouth onto his length. “G-god, fuck, you’re doing so well!” He exclaims. You smirk, knowing all too well that he’s close. His abs are clenching, legs shaking and both hands made their way to your hair pushing your head down on him forcing you further on his cock.

The messiest sounds surrounded you. Gagging, slurping, moaning and whining. All sounds drawing him closer and closer to the edge as you continue taking him deep. Your mouth so full of him that you breath out of your nose to try and forget the fact that the air is literally being removed from your lungs right now. But the look on Jungkook’s face is far more worth the air you breathe. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” he warns. Hips shuttering as he his hands force your head still on his cock so he can fuck your mouth steady. Your tongue lays flat on the back of his cock while your mouth is open wide for his pleasure. “Uhhh fuck,” he groans, releasing into the back of your throat. You pull off of him, swallowing his load as his tired body hits the back of the couch. You open your mouth to show him that you had swallowed which brought a huge smile to his face.

“So good to me,” he pulls you by your hips for a kiss, moaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. “You should probably get going now,” you remind him. He did have a concert to attend after all! “I probably should… or I could fuck you instead,” he smirks, running his hands down your sides. “As much as I would love that, I’m not so sure the rest of the boys would! But you can definitely hold that thought until we get back to our hotel room,” you reassure him with another kiss and a teasing rub to his softened length. “Mmm fuck, you’re right. I’ll wait, but I’m not gonna be happy about it! I’m gonna think about fucking you the whole time I’m on stage,” he smirks, pulling his pants up and readjusting himself back inside his jeans.

You were trying your best to ignore the heartbeat in your kitty as you watched him, but Jungkook being Jungkook it was hard not to get turned on from just the sight of him. “You know I’m going to end up touching myself before the concert is over right?” You plop down on the couch as you spread your legs widely. One arm flew behind your head as the other made its way over the front of your clothed center. Jungkook chuckled as he watched your little fingers rub circles over the thin material of your panties. Walking towards you, he stopped in front of your wide opened figure leaning down and placing his forehead to yours.

“That’s fine, baby girl… just don’t come.”

•end•

This sucks and I’m sorry.

#bts x reader #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook #request #thanks anon!

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Sherlock Holmes (Cavill) x Wife!Reader

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Request: anilynworlds asked: Sorry for the stupid request lol. Redoing it : Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes) x Wife!Reader Prompt : And it happened on Valentines Day.

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You stood with your arms crossed as Sherlock stumbled from the bedroom. He was still dressed from the night before but had put on his robe as he started immediately shuffling through papers on a side table.

“I need to find… the receipt. I… there was a man who came to me with a case last night.” Sherlock said as he frowned and continued to search.

“Must you find it right now?” You asked and he stopped. Looking at you he noticed that you were annoyed.

“Well given that there was a robbery last night and no one else can solve it. Yes. There’s a delivery today as well.” He went on to explain. Normally you were rather understanding so he watched you carefully until you walked away and muttered under your breath.

“And it happened on Valentine's Day.” You’d spoken quietly but he had heard you and panicked. Even when he was busy he remembered to have some flowers sent to you and if he was too busy to go with you, he would send Enola to a tea shop with you. He’d completely forgotten this year. With a quiet sigh, he waited for you to leave and go to the other room. Then he hurried out of the flat and rushed down towards Enola’s office. She looked up slowly when he hurried into the office.

“You forgot.” She said smugly.

“I… I never forget anything.” He said quickly.

“You forgot it was valentines. I can’t help you this time. I have plans.” She answered smugly. He grumbled under his breath and sighed. Defeated, he hurried off to try and find something he could do to make up for it. Unfortunately for him all he managed to do was solve his mystery by the time he walked home. He informed you that he had solved it and perhaps he could take you somewhere nice for dinner but you huffed at him and walked away.

“The least you could do is solve one of my many mysteries.” You said stiffly. He looked at you curiously.

“You. Have mysteries?” He asked.

“You think I go about my day without several?” You said as you passed him and left the room.

“Well, what are they?” Sherlock said as he hurried after you.

Sherlock tags:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @kaitieskidmore1

#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #bonniebird #valentine2023

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sstwins · 3 months

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Femslash Feb Day 3 - Cake - Darling/Apple

I LOVE THEM SOOOO MUCH

this was so fun to right and im really happy with how it turned out

Brief Summary: Darling had definitely missed putting some ingredient in, because their cake for Princessology class had turned out fairy flat.

Word Count: 600

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (25 spots left)

Another day in Princessology class. Today, the students were in pairs of two and assigned to make cakes. Which seemed like it should have been easier than it was.

“Darling!” Apple coughed as she pulled the cake out of the oven, her head surrounded by smoke. “The cake is totally flat!”

“Oh dear!” Darling rushed over to check. “I thought I put everything in it.”

Apple set the cake down on the stove. Totally unusable. There was no way they were passing this assignment. She took in a deep breath and put on a confident smile. “Let’s go through the ingredients together, okay? I know we had the flour, because I did that. What about the sugar?”

“I’m sure I added that,” Darling mused.

“And the eggs?” Apple continued.

Darling’s eyes got wide. “Let me look,” she said nervously, walking over to the fridge. Reaching her hand in, Darling pulled out three completely unused eggs. Her eyes darted around nervously. “It seems I… forgot those.”

Apple pressed the smile more firmly on her face. It wasn’t very princesslike to be visibly upset. “Well, we’re out of time to redo it. We’ll just have to try again next time.”

“I’m sorry.” Darling bent down and put the eggs away. “I’m just not very good at baking.”

Apple picked up the cake and shook it out in the trash can. “Didn’t you bake when you were little? With your mom? My mom always made the most beautiful desserts.” She trailed off, fantasizing about those wonderful apple pies.

Darling looked visibly nervous. “I’m afraid my attempts usually turn out like this. You know what they say though… everyone has different skills.”

Apple had moved over to the sink, scrubbing out the pan. “Well, in order to be a princess, you’ll have to just work on some of those skills. No one ever heard of a princess who can’t bake.” She laughed a little, before noticing that Darling was deadly quiet. Apple glanced over at her. “Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad.” She dried her hands on a towel and approached the other girl. “I’m sure there are lots of parts of being a princess you’re good at.”

Darling nodded. “Yes… definitely.” She sounded less than confident.

Apple ran through some of the class lessons in her mind. Definitely not baking. And Darling wasn’t very good at being a damsel in distress. She was very restless. And she wasn’t amazing at needlepoint…

While she was thinking, Darling had started looking fairy freaked out. Time for some emergency comforting. Apple reached over and put a hand on Darling’s shoulder. “Well, I know one thing.” She smiled again. “You’re very pretty. That’s a good trait for a princess to have.”

Darling’s cheeks suddenly got very flushed. She looked down at Apple’s hand, then suddenly walked away to the sink, picking up the pan and the dish towel. She coughed a few times before speaking, and her voice seemed a bit high pitched. “Well, I can also clean up my own mess,” she laughed, with a very airy tone.

Something seemed off, but Apple didn’t really know what was going on. She walked over to the sink and began joining Darling in cleaning. “Well,” Apple continued, “cleaning is a good trait for a princess too. And there’s other things, like knowing how to ride a horse, and being able to…”

As she continued talking, Darling’s mind was far away, still thinking about what Apple had said just a few minutes ago. She’d called her pretty. And for some reason, that made Darling feel fairy flustered.

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