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basketonthedoorstepofthefbi · 2 days

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Hello!!! I have a request if that’s okay with you. 💕

Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him because she’s too shy?

I don’t really have a plot in mind so that’s up to you!! I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, you’re so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:

I did my best c: I hope you like it!

Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?

A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!

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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you weren’t so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you weren’t perfect, and neither was anyone else.

Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places.

You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.

Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize.

They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didn’t present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward.

You didn’t succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in.

A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didn’t mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to.

You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didn’t have to say much to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didn’t have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods.

You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own.

For the last two days, you’d been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly, and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things -

Everything, actually. The Chinese food you’d had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s?

Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSub’s letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinson’s poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous?

You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, that’s very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.

Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSub’s letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didn’t do well with small talk, and Spencer didn’t ask you any overtly personal questions.

It wasn’t until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAU’s office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself.

There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic.

Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side.

He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. “Your supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?”

You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.

“Studied a lot in undergrad,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary.

“What university did you attend?” Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know?

“I went to Bennington College to study poetry,” you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. “But I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Master’s in Linguistics.”

“Really? That’s fascinating,” Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didn’t sound the least bit sarcastic. “That combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or they stop at a Bachelor’s degree. The latter statistically don’t end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.”

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. “Okay,” you murmured, biting your lip.

“Can I ask you another question?” Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. “Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?”

You shook your head. “No,” you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, “…why would you ask me that?”

Spencer turned to face you. “You’re just very quiet unless we’re discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just… I don’t know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.”

You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing you’d wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didn’t deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad.

“I just don’t talk a lot,” you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit you’d had for years. “I mean, I do with people I know, and that’s not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I just…” you realized you were rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you added, your voice just above a whisper.

“Thank you,” Spencer’s lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. “For clarifying, I mean, that I didn’t offend you.” He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. “So, does that mean that if we got to know each other, you’d talk more?” The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew.

You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You weren’t actually looking at the letter, though. You’d just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. “That’s generally how it goes,” you murmured, biting your lip.

“So, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?”

Your eyes fluttered over to Spencer’s and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face.

Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldn’t resist when he spoke again. “So, is that a yes?”

#spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #basketonthedoorstepofthefbi #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x gn reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x self insert

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russellsppttemplates · 2 days

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More Dad!Lando, please! How about a colicky Fraiser, a frazzled yn and dad Lando to rh rescue?

Cw: mentions baby's colic, postpartum recovery from c-section

"It's okay, my love, you're okay, mummy is right here", you cooed as you changed Fraser's nappy, "nearly done and then you can feel better hopefully", you sighed, finishing it and rubbing the baby's tummy like you remembered the nurses teaching you how to do in the hospital.

You weren't even sure what time it was, having decided against staying in your bedroom and moving to the nursery so Lando could rest. Even though Fraser slept with you and not in the nursery, you still had all the furniture in there for once you made the transition and right now it was proving to be useful, even if it didn't have a clock anywhere in sight and the lack of sleep was catching up to you.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry, my love, mummy's doing the best she can - good, good, let all of that wind out", you smiled a little before he started crying again, "Oh, baby, let's have a cuddle", you lowered your top, letting him feel your skin on his after you unbuttoned the top of his babygrow.

The cold bed next to Lando let him know you hadn't been in the bedroom for quite some time, making him stand up and look for you, heading to the nursery since Fraser wasn't in his cot either. The sight before him pulled on his heartstrings. First, because his wife and snuggling your baby, another little one you were blessed enough to bring to the world, and even if you didn't believe it sometimes, the way you looked mothering his children was his favourite - you were the best mummy for them. Second, however, it pulled on his heartstrings because it was noticeable how much it was taking a toll on you. You still looked beautiful - that would never be a question - but he couldn't help but notice the dropped shoulders, the way your movements were still slow and needing you to think before moving a certain way so it wouldn't hurt, and how frazzled you looked.

"Hey, you two", Lando cooed, getting your attention as you bounced the baby around, "would you like daddy's help?", he mused.

Your nod was all he needed to scoop the baby boy and settle him in your chest, rubbing his back as he seemed to nestle into his father's naked chest, "you're not a happy little guy, are you? Is your tummy giving you trouble, Fraser?", Lando cooed as the cries didn't quite settle.

"He was fussing so much and I didn't want to wake you, so we moved here", you explained the reason why you didn't stay in the bedroom as usual.

"You should've woken me up, love, but it's okay, I'm here now", Lando smiled, kissing your forehead softly, "maybe some massages will help? You can lay on mummy and daddy can rub your tummy", he suggested.

"I did them for a bit, but he looked like he needed some comforting too", you mumbled.

You sat on the big chair, shuffling the pillows to make yourself comfortable before Lando set Fraser on your torso, his head nestled over your boobs as his father undid the rest of his babygrow, his fingers starting to massage his belly and slowly working all that was bothering him out, "you like being in mummy's chest, don't you?", Lando smiled, "daddy likes it too, but you've all but stolen it from me these days - it's okay though", he attempted to break a smile on your tired features.

Soon enough, Fraser settled down, falling asleep on Lando's chest once he got him back to snuggle into it, swaying from side so side was you did the same, sandwiching you son between you per your husband's request, "no one is alone in this, darling", he said as he pulled you to hug his waist.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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tgmsunmontue · 3 days

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Tell me what to write weekend...

Thursday is Anzac Day, a public holiday in New Zealand, and while I am working on Friday I expect to be one of the very people at work and will 100% take advantage of that fact to write fanfic.

So my weekend starts tomorrow after I get home from the dawn service. I still have stuff I need to do but writing is always up there.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 2/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

More than Movie Magic - Hangster Hollywood AU (4 chapters left)

Sagas of Solitude 2/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, C, D, E, H, I, K... Bingo #1, Bingo #2

A) Where do I know you from? There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. (Tumblr idea unspooling here...)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

H) Getting to know you from the beginning - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 2/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Prologue)

BINGO #1 - Hangster Ranch AU

BINGO #2 - IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters indicate fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Asterisks represent fics that are most likely soon to become numbered fics.

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

#More info on what the letters are about and instructions on how this works under the cut - most of you know how this goes #writing and wrangling woes #I can write 2k in an evening and 5k in a day - don't hold back

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months

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Hi! Your Hollow Knight AU has really cheered me up so I wanted to do a little drawing for it! This got me to get my art tablet out after months of not feeling like it so thank you for the inspiration! I hope the colors look good on any monitor that's not mine sdfsdf

Bugs In the Jingshi wyd?

I am so genuinely awestruck at how well you translated this AU to the hollow knight style! Also obsessed with the height difference.

#mdzs au #hollow knight #lan wangji #wei wuxian #fanart #Thank you so much for this B'*)#This is *so* incredible!! I feel incredibly honoured to have inspired something so beautiful!#I showed this asap to my friend who's been letting me observe their hollow knight playthrough and oh man oh man. The hype was real.#The colours have the Hollow Knight gloomy swag and the way that this looks like it could be an area in the game is soooooo good.#Thinking about the bug sounds they would make.....Peace and love on earth could be achieved with lwj hollowspeak....#I hope you keep finding fun things to draw!! Your art has continuously brought a lot of joy!#I very much understand the pain and struggle of having a craft you just...cant seem to get your heart back into.#Sending you so much love and energy and artistic inspiration!!!!#(lwj has the wrong eye shape b/c I was too focused on getting the silly angle for dramatic perspective. whoops)#I have honestly loved doing this AU and I'm fiercely happy that its been resonating with people (as it makes me want to do more hehe)

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inkykeiji · 6 months

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what would each reader (from tag!au, bmb!au, and touya-nii!au) keep in their bag/purse? like their must-haves

they each obviously have the main essentials literally anyone would have in their bag (keys, phone, cash/card + ID) but in addition to that:

bmb reader: lipgloss, a compact mirror, Daddy’s platinum credit card, phone charger + an extra battery pack, a tiny travel sized bottle of her fave perfume, key fobs for Daddy’s penthouse + Daddy’s office at work, a nail file, a miu miu card holder with all of her membership cards (gym, restaurants, country clubs, hotels, etc), a planner

tnii reader: a novel, several mismatched pens (and at least one is a sparkly gel pen), a water bottle, chapstick, tissues, a compact hair brush, hair ties + hair ribbons, a travel sized bottle of touya’s cologne, her favourite scented lotion, phone charger + an air tag, touya’s pills + lighter on the very rare occasion that he can’t fit them in his pockets

tag reader: bubblegum from jin’s convenience store, chanel wallet, headphones, sunglasses, old receipts with notes scrawled on the back, chunky hair clips + a scrunchy or two, a few werthers original candies loose at the bottom, bandaids, a pen that only works half the time, faded drive-in tickets she keeps meaning to scrapbook but forgets about, expired coupons

all: and, of course, an extra pair (or two) of panties since their significant others have a tendency to rip and/or soak n soil the pair they’re currently wearing (*/ω＼*)

#loved this question SO MUCH ANONNNNN SO MUCH #what a unique question!!!!!#thank you for sending it in!! <3 #i hope friday is treating you well c: stay safe n enjoy ur weekend!!!#touya nii universe #bmb universe #tag universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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lunarruled · 14 days

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‘Are you lost?’ - Random Sentence Starters (always accepting!)

On one of her rare days off Kyleigh was known to hang around the docks, enjoying the peace that came with the water lapping softly against the shore. She loved to people watch and wonder what it was they were doing or why they came to town. When she spotted a ship she had never seen before she was instantly on her feet, the curiosity of her wolf moving her towards where the vessel had stopped. Her eyes swept it from front to back, trying to find any identifying numbers or a name. A scent she knew too well hit her nose and she frowned. What in the hell was a vampire doing here? Finally she brought her eyes up to the being that asked the question, not sensing any immediate danger but still on guard. "I could ask the same about you." She replied, hands coming to rest in the pockets of her leather jacket.

@bloodiedsails

#☾ bloodiedsails #☾ to the moon and back; answered meme #☾ v: With The Beast Inside #☾ (Close to Home: Boston)#☾ c: Alois Chevalier #☾ thank you so much for sending me this!!!

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steavia · 7 months

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@jcssepinkman sent: ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

"really? that's, ah... interesting of you to point out. no, i'm sure i must've smiled at — some point. i guess not?" she clears her throat awkwardly, adjusting the cuffs of her suit jacket. "for what it's worth, jesse, that isn't out of deliberate rudeness towards you. if we'd met at another time, i'd be less..."

less what? lydia can't find the exact words. she waves off whatever she was saying and ends up with, "things haven't been the same since fring, you know?"

#jcssepinkman #ask #thank you so much for sending this in! i went ahead and made it a text format just in case you feel like replying c:

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cecils-dragons · 11 months

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i always wanna do those fun asks with your ocs but don't know where to start/who to ask about (you have a lot! which honestly same here haha) soo more of an open-ended question;; which of your ocs would fall for updog

Rip to Micael, hibernating for 30+ years makes you miss out on trends and jokes. Daris is also on the older end but he has multiple younger friends/family so he's up to date with the going ons. This is very funny to think about tho, lots of mischief to be had with the tea house crew.

And oh thank you so much for the thought!!! I really need to break out of my shell and talk about my characters without prompting so your guys can actually know more about them. Curses of having anxiety and many characters to juggle. But thank you for starting with this, it's very funny to think about and I love getting to draw silly little interactions ;w;

#thank you so much for sending an ask. any and all make my day so much ;w;#ask #c: micael #c: daris #c: nicodemus

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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Blake, C, Caden, Quinn, and R (plus Cienna if we’re counting the spin off). I don’t know how it happened, but that is by far the most romance options I’ve ever pursued in a interactive fiction game lol. Congratulations, you broke the record lmao!

I’m so honored that you like my characters enough to want to romance so many of them! It truly blows my mind how wonderful you all are— both to my characters and myself. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all this support, but I’m so grateful for it. ❤️

I can’t wait for you to be able to interact with them all! There’s some fun scenes coming up that I think you’ll enjoy.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: caden randall #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #sc: cienna #non canon romance #thank you so much for sending this ❤️#sweet bean anon #made me smile :)

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hyaciiintho · 7 months

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👍-either Riku and Kairi for otp or Ryne and Thancred as father and daughter dynamic. Whichever one you are feeling more <3 have a safe trip.

Send me a 👍 and I’ll draw our muses as one of those “Draw your OTP like this” pictures | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I'm pretty sure this is how Shadowbringers went, right ??

#THANCRED ♡ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ qᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿ; ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˡᵉˢˢᵒⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ | @oathofpromises 🌸 Ryne #MUN ART 🌸 @ˣᵈᵉᵉʳˡʸᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈˣ #I did amateur mistakes with my layers and I paid the price for them but I got it done in the end!!!!!#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WAS SO HAPPY YOU REQUSTED THEM #Among Riku and Kairi but I'll jumpscare you with art of them in the future when you least expect it #Just you wait c: BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS AGES AGO I loved drawing them LOL #🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE

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deus-ex-mona · 7 months

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tfw you’re just trying to look up some current affairs and end up on a late night wikidive instead

#s. so. haze season has finally returned huh……. i completely forgot it was a thing tbh #can’t believe *the* haze has its own wikipage tbh… of all things to have a page why *that*???????#and there are even pages for almost every year of haze. like lmaoooooooo who had this much free time to document it hello~~~~???#but man~~~~~ i hope my bro’s doing aight in this with his military training and all… i hope they’re giving him sufficient water breaks #nah wait he’ll be fine. he’s physically fit. he can survive a workout in the haze… probably. provided it doesn’t get worse. ahaha…….#hm. but. anyways. stay safe and hydrate yourselves if you’re affected by *the* haze. drink water!!!!!!!!!#h e lp wait i forgot about the thank you for the clean air page im c r y i ng #2015’s haze was quite the time though……. i just remembered my then-friends sending a voice mail to our chat group to manifest school closure #and t h e n sending a follow up recorded cheer of ‘nO SCHOOL!!!!!!!’ when school was (indeed) cancelled due to the weather #g o d i haven’t thought about them in a long while… i hope they’re doing fine these days #oops forgor to disable rbs for a bit this app is kinda annoying tbh

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deathnot-e · 2 months

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So there's this character I'm crushing on, but the WORST THING IS, his actor (in one of his series) was also in the Death Note dub, so now all i can hear is L with a Cajun accent

↑ live, genuine kuroh reaction c': I'll admit I've only watched the french death note dub since my dad wanted to watch it with me and I'm not getting him to read subtitles lmao. c': but that sounds like a blast omg. c':

#kuroh's mailbox.#the-illiterate-pirate #<- me struggling to write illiterate like the dyslexic piece of cat I am pffft.#also thank you so much for sending this omg c':

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fighterbound · 3 months

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[ shoulder ] – for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. (but like, apprehensively, from sakura to sasuke)

He's seated against the window, twirling a blade beneath the table as he looks around the dim restaurant. Naruto wanted to hold a -- he rolls his eyes -- reunion dinner between him and the rest of team seven.

He didn't see the point, they didn't even last a year. The blade keeps weaving between this fingers. He told Naruto it would be a waste of time. Undeterred as always, Naruto barreled on with this plan on his. There's no old days to go back to for them.

The only person that wants him around is Naruto. Sakura and Kakashi? Those bridges were burned at different points in his life, multiple times. He's not stupid to think Sakura or Kakashi want much to do anything with him. It's for Naruto, that's the only reason they'll bother to show up. As for his replacement? Who cares about him.

Still he's here, the first one because Naruto must be running late. The longer he sits ruminating in his thoughts, the more he stews on predicting how this will all go down. Simply put, it's going to be a shit show. Why stay for that? If he leaves, no-one will ever know he showed up. He'll send Naruto a hawk, telling him he had to go. Take care of some other shit that happily took him out of Konoha.

He slips his kunai back in his leg holster. Slides his foot to push himself up, until a hand lands on his shoulder. It's almost too light to notice at first, but the light squeeze that follows after catches his attention. Turning to look over his shoulder, eyes narrowed to glare the skin off--

They widen. Surprised, caught off guard.

"Sakura." Quickly his stoic mask returns as his eyes narrow again. How long has she been here? He doesn't ask, instead he drags his gaze to meet hers. Seeking for an answer there, but it's then he realizes he can't leave like he intended. Would she tell Naruto? Or try to protect him? That's assuming she knew he was leaving. Did she? Why else reach for him? Was her touch a warning or simply to make him aware?

His lips press into a grim line, and only part to expel a soft sigh. He takes his seat again. Propping his chin with his fist, he watches her.

"No-one else is here."

the intimacy of hands / @fightaers

#fightaers #.sasuke interacts #.postwar [ sasuke ]#so this idea def was not in the cards haha it started off with i wanted for her stop him from picking a fight or something #and it turned into this response of stopping him from leaving which im pretty pleased about considering how much that is a major theme for #them. and you adding that it's being done apprehensively def helped c:#thank you for sending!!!#also...i think i def made him more asshole-ish i think

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