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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 2 months

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Absurd Thoughts

Tech x Reader

Summary- During a regrettable moment of insecurity, you think Tech considers going off with Phee. Assurance pursues, Tech only wants you.

A/N- Tech's waist is so snatched in this Gif 😩. Made Phee a villain SORRY! Near the end there is lots of touching, but everything is PG and nothing ensues from it!

Word Count- 1,713

"Head to these coordinates, brown eyes." You couldn't resist rolling your eyes. With crossed arms you even included a scoff, watching Phee rest a hand seductively on Tech's shoulder. It sat dangerously close to his chest.

It seemed that the only one who noticed was Hunter, his exceptional skills in observation shined. He gave you an 'it's okay' expression, but it did nothing to calm you.

Who did Phee think she was? Okay- that was a little harsh, but she had no right to be hitting on Tech. Constantly, mind you.

She leaned over him, pressing her bust to his shoulder to put the coordinates in. You swear you felt your face twitch. That was your move, which you had used on Tech multiple times. There was no doubt that she touched him on purpose.

Rage bubbled up in you, so much that you turned away and retreated to the back section of the ship.

What you were too mad to see was Tech leaning away from Phee to glance back at you, concerned.

It was not a secret that you and Tech were involved. Phee didn't seem to care, though you had never confronted her before. It seemed easier to wait until the mission was over. The thought of her leaving after the mission was something to look forward to.

Except, this time it wasn't just a mission. This might be a more permanent situation. A safe-haven from Cid was something you wished for, but at the expense of your happiness?

You went to hide in the refresher for a minute. You needed a space to just sit down and breathe. No eyes on you, certainly not Phee's.

Leaning against the sink, you close your eyes and inhale. The ship gave a familiar jolt- you were exiting hyperspace. With a groan, you straighten yourself out.

Okay, this can still be a good day. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself. You fixed yourself up and returned to the group. They were already leaving the ship, you had to sprint to catch up.

Your eyes searched for Tech's, he was already busy with a datapad. Your hands moved on their own to fidget with each other- an action you subconsciously did. You didn't even notice it, but Tech did. He drove his gaze from the pad to look at you.

He stops walking for a second, letting you catch up. You smile up at him, his attention was enough to lift your spirits. His hand brushed against your back, guiding you to the rest of the force.

You started to thank him, but was interrupted by Phee.

"Welcome to Pabu! My home away from home!" She spoke louder than needed, making sure everyone was listening to her.

"That is the Archium." She pointed to a large building but looked at Tech, staring until he glanced up from his datapad. Everyone noticed the tension when you fought her look instead. She continued, "That is where we will store the artifacts." She crossed her arms, smug.

Everyone looked at Tech when he started talking. "Well, my sources tell me that this piece is in fact, worthless." He stated. You didn't doubt him for a second.

Looks shifted to Phee to await her response.

She hesitated- thinking of what to say. "Well uh, in some cultures this item," She holds it up, "Can be used in seduction and sexual activities."

Hunter promptly covered Omegas ears, placing his hands over them.

No one said anything, a little put off by her comment.

Tech didn't even look up from his datapad at Phee's next comment.

"Since your 'sources' don't have information on this, perhaps I could show you. First hand." She steps closer, ignoring your sour stance. "For research, of course." She added, a hand on her hip.

"Excuse me?" You made your input, stepping between her and Tech.

She scoffs but doesn't move. "I wasn't asking you." All eyes were on you two except for Tech's. He only glanced up from his datapad for a second.

"Besides, I think brown eyes here needs a change. Someone who can really handle him." She knew exactly what she was doing. Tech finally lowers the datapad to look at you fully.

That was it.

"Oh hell-!" Hunter steps in, not wanting a fight.

"I think you two need to cool off. Let's all take a break- Phee, is there someplace we can settle down for the night?" To be fair, Phee did owe us for helping her on her mission.

You breathe deep, stepping back. While you still wanted to bash her head in- you also wanted a comfy bed to sleep in. Rolling your eyes would have to do for now.

Hunter eyed you once again, eyebrows raised. You knew he was just trying to find a place to recoup and get our allies straight. Especially after you all left Cid.

"I can arrange three rooms, four if brown eyes wants to spend the night with me." Before he could respond, you did for him.

"We'll manage." You stated.

After meeting with Shep Hazard, Phee led everyone to their respective rooms. She had an obnoxious 'sweeter than life' attitude.

It was going to be Wrecker, Hunter and Tech, then Omega and you sharing rooms. No one wanted to hear Wrecker snoring.

Then, Hunter suggested that you and Tech needed some alone time, which you were grateful for. Omega and Tech switched, letting you be with him.

While this would have put you in a good mood, you couldn't help but let your thoughts run. You knew Tech was loyal, but why didn't he say anything? He just stood there and let Phee run her mouth. He had never told Phee to stop flirting- heck, he didn't tell her 'no' about spending the night with her. You did.

You hated that you felt this way, but nothing you told yourself calmed your nerves. Were you jealous? Insecure? or being irrational? Swallowing, you try to ignore. It seemed easier.

Hours later, you found yourself in bed with Tech. He was sat up, leaning against the headboard. He was only in his blacks, armor pieces neatly resting on a nearby table. He did however keep yours and his blasters in arms reach. Just in case.

You were also bare of your armor, but was clad in a nightgown instead. The blacks were far too hot for you to sleep comfortably in. You lay across Tech's legs horizontally, your midsection resting on his right knee.

You lounged your head on lifted crossed arms, still lost in thought. Tech was preoccupied, his datapad was propped up by your back- convenient for him.

He tapped and scrolled away with one hand, the other rested on your hip. Your gown hiked up as he thumbed across and into the natural grooves of your waist and hip. It gave his brain the mindless stimulation it needed to concentrate better.

You were quiet for awhile, trying to fall asleep. It escaped you, and you realized that you would need to talk to Tech if you wanted to have a good night.

"Tech?" You mumbled.

"Yes, what is the matter?" He asked immediately.

Your head was still down, and words muffled. "Can we talk about earlier?" You felt silly for asking.

You didn't see, but heard him fix his goggles. "Concerning what issue?"

You sighed and propped yourself up on an elbow, turning to look at him. His hand fell from your raised hip to your inner thigh when you moved. This didn't go unnoticed by you, but Tech seemed to do it subconsciously.

"Do you really not know what i'm talking about?" He just stared at you, eyes not leaving yours.

"With Phee... When we first got here?" You reminded him.

"Ah, I do recall that altercation." He said, turning the datapad off and moving it to the side.

"What about it?" He continued.

You scrunched your face. "Tech, about what Phee said. What else?"

He raised his eyebrows in understanding. "About Phee's suggestions?"

"Yes! You didn't even say anything! Tech, shes been flirting with you the whole time. She tried to get you in her bed!" You were slightly frustrated and a little defeated.

He rubbed his chin, thinking about her words. "I did not agree to her advances. Trust that it is not in my intentions to be with her. In any way." You blinked at him, biting the inside of your cheek when he absent mindedly rubbed your thigh up and down.

"I just... You never denied her, I guess I just thought you considered it..." You couldn't meet his gaze when you said this.

"Well that's an absurd thought." Was all he said, only continuing when you looked at up him.

"I thought ignoring her would be a sufficient response. I will confront her with a more vigorous attitude next time." He decided, thinking the matter was over.

You smiled, Tech didn't see it as a big deal. Not for any reason other than- he didn't want her. He saw no need to dwell on it, as the thought of leaving you wasn't even an option.

At this, you leaned up and hugged him. He hugged you back, a bit confused. There were quite a few occasions when he didn't understand your physical matters with him, but he let you do as you pleased.

With arms locked around his neck you spoke. "You don't have to do that... Just knowing that you aren't even paying mind to her is enough for me."

He nodded, keeping still as you moved up next to him.

He clicked the lamp off and let you get comfortable, snuggling up on his side.

"As for any future women or matters, you are the only one I could ever be with." He said, staring up at the ceiling. One of his hands finding its way back to feel some kind of your skin.

You nuzzled into his neck, "Really?"

"Of course, there is a very low percentage of people who can actually stand being around me." He said, completely serious. You laughed anyways.

"What is so funny?"

"Nothing," You smiled, like it was an inside joke, "Just go to sleep, I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am loving everyone's request, and I am working on more as you read this! I just needed to get the fic idea out of my head and in writing, thanks for bearing with me :)

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Im living for the ghoap x reader stuff, especially with petplay. 😩🥴 I love ghost calling reader a kitten when theyre being all bitey and misbehaving but what about when reader can only shake in their shoes and cry and sob? they'd be just a little bunny. I feel like it would have been something ghost would have done and not johnny. he tries to comfort them and maybe they even let him, hoping he'll convince ghost to be gentle. but bunny should really know better, johnny obeys Simon and just holds em down while bunny cries. not that they mind, they probably love fucking little bunny thru the tears. they keep going no matter how they're begged to stop or how many orgasms bunny has. maybe if they wear lil bun down physical and emotionally they'll get some cuddles. (and maybe some lack of misbehaving for a day or two too)

return of the bunny asks

the first sentence of this is real as fuck, it's like the only thing i manage to think about when i write. i've got like [too many] wips right now and when i tell you it is a FIGHT to not have petplay in literally every single one. my own personal cross to bear

serial killer ghoap love a bunny reader. literally their prey?? johnny the hound and you the hare??? keeps your throat between his teeth, holds you down to the ground and growls so you feel the sound move through your pulse. cmon it writes itself, babe! also, bun/bunny/rabbit/cottontail as a nickname really does it for me. the darklina fandom loves to have aleksander call alina his bunny and it always gets my heart skipping a beat

breeding kink is not super my thing but like. the phrase "fuck like rabbits" exists for a reason. also.. fuckbunny :(

fucking her so much for so long, saying doesn't she like it? aren't rabbits just horny little things that always need a cock buried deep up inside them? you're soaked, bun, there's no point in trying to lie. c'mon, another orgasm and maybe you'll calm down a bit

hngggg giving you floppy ears, a leotard with a little fuzzy tail on the back, and big ol' oversized shoes to make your feet like bunny paws :( flopping around a little unbalanced, ears flopping in your eyes and your nose twitching because you're trying so hard not to cry :( oh my god

bunny gets bitey and all of the sudden simon stuffs a carrot in your mouth!! says "i'll give you something to chew on", snickers when you reluctantly chew and swallow.

also. burrow. bunnies burrow. that's fucking adorable. you get all snuggled up in your blankets and they laugh when they find you, make your face flush horribly as you try and wiggle further into your little safe haven of softness. they just pull you out (or dig in themselves), tell you you did such a good job burrowing for them :( give you some of their own clothes to burrow with

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes

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fuyuu-chan · 10 months

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Whispers Of Courage

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Shy!Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Sypnosis: Jing Yuan with a Shy Reader. When you first met, and how things go since then, and how he helps you to be confident and how to speak your mind 🤍

A/N: Another headcanon of Jing Yuan lol... I hope you Enjoy! 🌸

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~ Jing Yuan and you goes to the same event that is currently being held.

~ That's when the two of you met.

~ To be honest your friend is the one who drag you here, even though you don't like to go to events and socialize with people.

~ But you can't really say no to your friend, so you just aggreed.

~ Now that you are here, you just go to the one corner of the room, while you wait for your friend who is still talking with a bunch of people.

~ You who's just looking around while waiting, didn't notice that someone is approaching you.

~ Jing Yuan notices you in a crowded room, your quiet demeanor catching his attention.

~ Intrigued by your quiet presence, he musters the courage to strike up a conversation.

~ "Hello" Jing yuan said. "O-oh H-Hi" you said surprised that someone is infront of you and getting a bit nervous, because you never thought someone will approach you (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠).

~ His gentle smile and calming presence help to ease your nervousness.

~ Jing Yuan who introduced himself to you, and of course you do that too while trying not to stutter.

~ Jing Yuan who quickly realizes your shyness and he realized that maybe you are not used to talking with people or to strike a conversation, so he started talking to you about stuff.

~ You who is glad that someone talk to you (even thou you still don't know what to do) and someone who don't force you to talk.

~ After your conversation with Jing yuan, he asks if he could get your number, and you aggreed, so you both got each others numbers, He's happy that he gets your number... And you who is literally screaming inside and thinking "Whatt??! Him (who is such a handsome man) asking for my number?! 😳😩🤍

~ (Good for you yn, mapapa-sana ol na lang talaga ako 😭😭)

~ Lmao ANYWAYS

~ Your friend teasing you about it, since she heard or saw it happen lol.

~ Jing Yuan messaged you one day if you two could hangout together.

~ You are happy that he wanted to hangout with you! But you are still a bit shy, but you felt comfortable when you are around him.

~ At the end you accepted his offer, so you guys hangout, you don't really talk much and just listen to what Jing Yuan is saying, but of course when you speak about something he is there to listen to you.

~ And after that you both started to spend more time together (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠).

~ To be honest you started to talk more when you are around with Jing Yuan and he's glad about it! He's also happy that you started opening up to him even though it's only about some small stuff.

~ Jing Yuan also encourages you to share your thoughts, feelings, and dreams, because he wanted to know more about you (only if you want to tell him of course 💙). His attentive nature and genuine interest make you feel comfortable opening up more, knowing he's a safe haven for your thoughts.

~ Jing Yuan understands the importance of gentle encouragement to help you talk to other people. He gently nudges you to participate in social activities and offers his unwavering support, standing by your side when you need him. With him as your guide, you start to bloom in your own unique way. But of course if you do not like socializing or not yet ready to interact with a lot of people just tell him and he will help you and stay by your side until you are ready (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠).

~ Jing Yuan will definitely be there and will talk for you if you don't feel like talking when some people wanted to ask you about something or talk to you.

~ Jing Yuan recognizes that trust is essential for a shy person to fully open up. He takes the time to build a foundation of trust, respecting your boundaries and never pushing you beyond your limits. His consistent reliability and sincerity gradually erode the walls around your heart.

~ Jing Yuan creates a safe space for you to express yourself without judgment or fear. He cherishes your quiet moments together, where silence speaks volumes and unspoken words carry weight.

~ Jing Yuan discovers shared hobbies and interests that brings you comfort and joy. Whether it's taking leisurely walks, exploring, or engaging in creative pursuits, he nurtures these activities as avenues for your self-expression. Through shared experiences, your bond deepens, and your confidence grows.

~ Jing Yuan sees beyond your shyness and recognizes the inner beauty that radiates from within. He showers you with genuine compliments when you started interacting more with people and appreciates the small details that make you unique. With each sincere word, he helps you realize your own worth and value.

~ Jing Yuan who is very proud of you, From the first time you confidently speak your mind in a group setting to the moments when you take the lead in making decisions, he applauds your progress and assures you that he's proud of you.

~ Jing Yuan also teases you a lot when there is just the two of you.

~ Jing Yuan's support is unwavering. He stands by your side through the highs and lows, offering a steady presence in your life. When you stumble or feel overwhelmed, he gently reminds you of your strength and encourages you to keep pushing forward.

~ As you gradually become confident, Jing Yuan's love for you blossoms. He cherishes your shy moments, finding them endearing and captivating. With patience and tenderness, he helps you navigate the world while intertwining his life with yours.

~ Jing Yuan who confessed to you and told you about his feelings for you, and of course you accepted it, since you also have grow feelings for him and you saw how genuine he is and he stayed by your side, helped you alot, and how he showed that he cares for you <3

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A/N: This is not Proofread kinda lol

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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I got an idea for a fic, no pressure babe, everything you write is amazing anyway 😩💕. Ok so i was thinking about depressed! reader and sanzu or baji (whoever fits the concept better) . So the idea is: you can't break what's already broken. So basically the reader is totally unimpressed and disgusted with their advances because she lost color in her life and hates herself. You can make it a happy ending or angst ( please make the boys suffer if you pick this one 👀) .

That's it, thank you ILYSM 💕

To fan his flame

Warning : 18+ Minors DNI. Mention of depression, angst, violence, explicit smut, bike race ( DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME ) ,slight mention of self harm, please stay safe, ask for help if you need it.

Hello baby ! Thanks for all your feedbacks you're so sweet ILY 🖤 so that's my first time writing for Baji, I hope I didn't screwed his character...

Through a piercing glare, his brown eyes scanned both of you, sitting on the chairs in front of him. You gulped down discreetly, eyeing the man next to you who wore a careless expression.

-" What do you have to say for yourself ?"

-" It's Baji's fault. "

-" Funny, I already heard that one " that one scoffed as you showered him in your darkest glare. " I was only tryna get you to talk to me" .

-" And you thought the best option was to set her neighbor's yard on fire ?"

-" Well now she talks to me " Baji retorted in his usual cocky tone, the man in the uniform shot him an exasperated glance before turning toward you.

-" And you're gonna tell me racing at 130 was his fault too ?"

-" Yes !" You exclaimed, the policeman crossed his arms and leaned against his chair, an exhausted look on his face. " Look, officer, it's a long story-".

-" we have plenty of time, I'm sure no one's gonna bail you out at 2 a.m. Go 'head. "

The first step deciphering that pandemonium would be traveling some months ago. Baji's dream has always been to open his own petshop, and he succeeded. What first started as a small business with his two best friends turned into the most famous pet shop in Tokyo.

If you ask people what you may find in a petshop, they would say pets, buddies, love. As for you, life has never been kind to you. Therefore even in such a haven, it brought you trouble, wrapped in two sharp canines and wavy jet-black hair.

One less minute in that petshop, and all the next month's rollercoaster could have been avoided. If only you had vaccinated those cats faster, but no, with that pretty gratuitous karma you have been carrying since forever, you had to meet him right before his blond friend could pay you.

-" Go 'head, Chifuyu, 'm gonna take care of it".

You remembered you were already tense, something about his smirk, his damn sharp teeth didn't put you at ease. As he walked around the counter to take the money out of the till, you took off your vet white coat and shoved that one carefully in your bag, yet he took a wide-eyed glance out of you when you felt his fingertips grazing against the straps of your top.

-" The actual fuck ?"

There, eyeing your top you figured out he slipped the bills between your straps and your skin, as if one would do with a stripper, on his face there was a cocky smirk. Taking those ones from where he placed them, you noticed along with the bills was a small paper with a phone number on it.

-" Seriously ? " You deadpanned, Baji leaned against the counter on his elbows, flashing his teeth. His eyelashes fluttering slightly when his gaze drifted toward your chest before quickly going back to your face.

-" Just my way to say you're cute enough to fuck with me someday" along with a playful wink, he dragged you out of your numb state.

-" Fine. "

You wore an impassive expression as you took out your lighter from your jean pocket, and that might be where it all started.

It could have been the way you set those bills and paper on fire, or how the flames shone through your ice-cold gaze, one glimpse was enough to get his thrill-seeking soul warming like water, mesmerized by the dancing flames in your eyes.

-" This is my way to tell you I'm not interested. "

And you walked away, unimpressed, after dropping the burning bills on the counter in front of him. All it took was a wildflower through a blaze to get him thinking about you that night.

Cold as you were, water would be to extinguish fire, but you were only there to fan his flame. Throughout all your visits at the petshop, you somehow got along with two of them, namely Chifuyu and Kazutora. They were nice, gentle, let you do your job with the pets and didn't pushed you to talk when you didn't felt like it, which was kind of an all the time thing. It was not like you meant to be aloof or anything, people often don't understand how hard it is to let people in again after seeing how a single one could shatter you like a house of cards.

However, for an oddball as Baji Keisuke, it goes in one ear and out the other. At first it wore the disguise of a challenge, his friends would not stop laughing everytime you pushed him away or just deadpanned at one of his advances, needless to say it was refreshing for them. Women would always fall under the spell of the wildness emanating from him, Chifuyu and Kazutora even came to wonder whether you were into men or not, as cliché as it seemed no one ever refused Baji Keisuke, and something happened.

For the raw man, primal, the race was always about winning. An adrenalin-addict, he has been since forever, fights, races, and you had seemed beyond his reaches which resulted in him thinking mord often about you, then having frantic heartbeats whenever you would visit to do your job, and God did he liked the rush.

-"Ew, did you just... Touched my hand ?"

-" it's a hand, not an ass, chill. "

He would say smirking, after accidentally brushing his hand against yours as you would be examining one of the cats.

-" Ya know, I heard having sex can improve the mood, 'cause of all the hormones and shit."

-" Hm, so you're telling me you can actually read, like something which's not pictures ? Of naked women on red shiny bikes ?"

-" Wait what the hell do you mean I can't read ?"

Throughout the time, you had learned he was none but a dynamite stick. Again, your cold demeanor, against all odds only fueled his flame.

Those few seconds where your disinterest would take the best of him were a sort of consolation for all the times he did bothered you, it was particularly funny to watch him lose it.

-" Take it as you want" You had shrugged, in no time a wave of manly cologne crashed on you, clenched jaw, white knuckles around your collar that he held, in a bloodcurdling indifference you had watched the flames dancing in his eyes.

-" You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want? "

He dived deep in your Arctic-like cold ocean as you leaned closer, only inches away from his face. He could feel your breathe hitting his lips, see no end for the gaping hole in your eyes, hear it echoing.

-" As long as it would take you to understand, you do not phase me, Baji Keisuke. "

A tune up would be in order, this was not about the challenge, not anymore. Rather for the mix of ire and thrill pumping through his blood everytime you were around, about seconds, those of expectation where he would hope to get something out of you, other than an empty glance.

Something about the sunshine must have been different that day, the one where you saw him in a whole new light. Talking about the rays, those ones seeped through the room's window straight to kiss his silk-like hair, one or two seconds where you'd allowed yourself to watch him better as he approached you and the cat you struggled to keep from moving.

-" You look pathetic, lemme help ya ". His fingertips brushed against yours as he took the cat in his hands, keeping him still as you took off the syringe.

-" I could've just done it myself " you avoided his gaze, getting closer to the both, hearing a " tch " falling from his mouth. You ran a hand through your hair before starting, Keisuke watched your hair locks falling around your focused face, kissed by the sun, your light-bathed eye color glancing at him from time to time to ensure his grip around the pet, at one point he could have sworn that he had seen them soften as the cat winced in pain.

-" there you go, buddy ".

He put the pet back, and couldn't help a scoff eyeing the bleeding scratch the cat left previously on your hand before he came to help you.

-" It doesn't always has to be just you and yourself, ya know. "

He saw you stopping in your track, your eyes trailing down with a certain urgence in them, your heart beat faster screaming to pull your sleeve down, not fast enough for his sharp glance to catch the horizontal lines scars on the inner skin of your wrist.

Definitely not a cat one, he had deduced with a certain sorrow taste in his mouth. Damn the adrenalin, damn your push and pull game, what his body ached to do at the realization was to hold you close enough to put all of your pieces back together.

Regretfully, those hands have been sculpted to harm, not to hold. Those eyes to scare not to comfort. He knew he could've crashed you down, too rough, too loud, he was not the best for that.

On another hand, all your anxiety got removed as a burden from your shoulders when he started walking out of the room, you were glad he spared you the usual " do you wanna talk about it?" Along with the pity laced in the voice tone.

However...

-" I'm not saying this shit 'cause I wanna get inside your pants" your eyes drifted toward him, he had his back to you, hair slightly flying to the light wind, peering at you from the corner of a bronze eye.

-" But you're a damn badass. "

His words seemed to fly around, until wrapping around your tight throat. A stabbing pain in the heart and a warmth spreading in your chest, he wrapped you in a closed-eyes smile for the few seconds where he turned his head toward you.

- " And if you tell anyone I said this I'll snap your neck, but fuck I'm proud of ya".

A game changer, it was all that it took, for a night under the covers, staring at the ceiling where you would be questioning everything your mind had been whispering about him the last months. Through the darkest corners of your head it shone for days, you loathed yourself for not being able to take it out of your head, yet...

He didn't said he was sorry for you, didn't took pity on you, and whatever was it that he thought about you, he didn't let you perceive a single glance of it, thankfully. All along, Baji Keisuke wore the label of an empty hunk, a rowdy insufferable one, and suddenly two words were hurricane-strong to blow that coat in the air, and there he was, soul-naked for your eyes only willingly revealing his clumsy yet somehow, kind of, maybe soft spot.

To tell whether you'd have preferred him to keep the act or not was a harder fight, you were not even able to figure out which part of him was the act, the one you despised, or the one... The other, in short.

Often there is times where life, fate would throw you somewhere, or stir a knife in an old wound. You'd call it cruel, and curse whoever wrote the plan because you'd have your eyes so glued on the pain of the knife that you wouldn't even notice it was only a way of removing it, start the healing process.

The butterfly effect, small things building up to greater ones, it could have been a shape of fate, for that night at least.

The first time you met her, was at the emotions anonymous,a sort of support group providing locals and help to improve individual's mental health. It started with sharing some cigarettes, a word or two after the session since she was just as you, not very talkative. Then it built up to having a drink at the coffee next to the local, both of you ended up revealing your names and exchanging your numbers, though she was way older than you . Often as it gets in such situations, one thing led to another, and there you were today at Ryoko's birthday party.

For once in twenty lifetimes, you had agreed to come into an event full of unknown people dressed in chic dresses and suits holding champagne glasses and talking about adulthood stressing stuffs. You did not actually interacted with anyone besides Ryoko, and decided to leave the party earlier than expected, it was getting boring to lean against the wall. You just needed to quickly powder your nose, freshen in the bathroom before leaving.

And there you were in Ryoko's bathroom, wrapped in a pretty sundress, standing mouth agape in front of no other than Baji Keisuke who as reckless as he was spilled his beer on you.

And he had the nerves to laugh.

-" Dude s-sorry... " He uttered between two uncontrolled laughters, your temporal vein almost popping up seemed to be the funniest thing he had seen in decades. " I didn't saw you but damn, you're wearing a dress, like an actual one ".

And he went into another laughter, you could have sworn that what had run through your veins was nothing but a thunderbolt, all your anti-violence resolutions were only trails left behind your fist that flew to his jaw.

The only thing you knew the next seconds you were thinking : damn if these walls could talk...

Mayhem, a new gate to hell have been opened that day. One floor higher than the soft music downstairs and the mundane conversations, a gateway to the netherworld. When in that parallel universe women and men were slow dancing, a hand that should be around your waist have been replaced by his grabbing your dress neckline, and yours was holding his collar instead of resting at the back of his neck.

His mother raised him better than to hit a woman, he would never. Yet his sharp glare on yours spoke of a thousand ways to tame you, while yours coldly kept the eye contact. God did the punch against his sharp jaw ached through your fist, but the small bleeding split on his lip was the most effective analgesic.

-" swear to fucking God, the things I'm holding back right now... "

Where he usually was loud, his newly low tone was danger dripping. Never ever had a gaze creeped inside every cell of you the way his did, faces ridiculously close, his fingertips unnecessarily brushing against your skin as he held your neckline.

-" Why ? 'cause I'm a woman and can't deal with a blow ?"

Your heart skipped a beat, he shifted his eyes away from you, flashed a toothy grin and echoed a low chuckle, only to come back even closer to your face.

-" The least of your worries would be a punch right now. "

Seeing his sly smile, you couldn't help but shake your head and curl a tiny one, which he hadn't missed and gulped down discreetly as for the first time your eyes shone with something else than anger. Some missed heartbeats later and his gaze drifted toward the small hollow between your parted lips, you did the same, and although every braincell of yours screamed how wrong it was, damn it his blood still was staining your knuckles, calloused fingers of his wrinkling your neckline pinning you to the wall, yet your heard ached for succumbing to that pull.

-" it's the chase, hm ?"

Still knee deep in that sort of trance-like state your smile and the quick flicker in your eyes had put him in, he hummed silently.

-" The thrill of the chase. " You repeated, this time his full attention on your words. " I've been wondering why were you so hell bent on having me, you're in constant need for a challenge and I'm constantly saying no."

-" Wow-wait " tension began climbing in the air, you pushed him away from you making him frown.

-" Whether it's a bet you lost or about your male pride, the thrill won't last long after I give in. Spare yourself the extra effort. "

-" So you're giving in ?"

At one point you could've sworn you felt a tingling sensation inside that you ignored, and gasped through a breathed outraged laugh.

-" So it was a bet ?"

-" Hell no !" He tried getting closer to you, however was stopped by a glare and a raised hand between you two.

-" Then it's the thrill of the chase ?"

Keisuke's frustration appeared as a hand he ran through his hair, pulling at the roots. Last time he had been at a loss of words was a question mark honestly, yet there he was weighing the pros and cons of each sentence. What could he possibly say? When there has been a broken record in his head for days singing that sex was no more his top one intention ?

With each second passing by he saw you building back those impenetrable walls around you, slipping between his fingers again and cursed mentally because of the knot tightening in his chest. Needless to say never had his body experienced such a rollercoaster, impressive that is.

Alarm bells rang inside his mess of a head when you started walking out of the bathroom, that same voice asking him to not let you go, but again, why would he do that ? He'd never follow anyone, he was a free spirit and depended of nobody.

A free spirit, Baji Keisuke was, and it has obviously nothing to do with him chasing you through his mother's neighborhood as you walked toward your car, a minute later.

-" would you seriously cut that shit out ?"

You could easily hear his steps behind you getting closer, never turned to face him.

-" you didn't even told me how you know my moth-"

-" Mind you own damn business " one of the first time he had witnessed your tone raising slightly which took him aback, gave you enough time to climb in the car and close the door as soon as he got closer.

-" You don't get to close the fucking door on me, open. Now. " Through gritted teeth, he had demanded, placing himself in front of your car hood. You scoffed, eyeing the bulging vein in his front.

-" Get out of the way, you'll only get one warning. "

You cursed as his hand came down flat on the hood, oh that if he damaged your car in any way...

-" I'm not repeating. Get your fucking ass out-"

Good thing he had such good reflexes, otherwise he probably would be lying down half dead in the middle of the night. It came like a thunderclap, the engine roaring your rage, the few inches between his body and the hood, him jumping to the side, and you going down that road.

-" Don't say I didn't warn you. "

Driving home with the indignation heavy on your chest, you didn't even had time to figure out why in hell were you feeling so disappointed before an engine started roaring behind you.

-" Shit, what the hell ?"

Through the rear mirror, the only thing you could distinguish through the dark night was smooth hair flying to the demon's rhythm.

-" wear a helmet damn it " you cursed, his bike being a lighter weight than your car, he started chasing you closer. The pounding sensation in your heart was something you hadn't felt in years, which had you unconsciously stepping on the gas, enjoying to see his bike getting left behind.

Then it hit him hard, harder than every blow he had ever taken from Mikey, the shallow breathing and the shaking hands around his bike. How funny was it, in that moment of pure bliss where the Adrenaline should have him feeling like a God was he thinking about you ? Tasting yet the blood you drew out of his lips, running that race you initiated, you, you, you.

Keisuke rolled the throttle toward him, the number on the dash growing faster, allowing him currently to get a better look at your face, and blessed has he been to get a glimpse of that wide smile of yours, probably meant to tease him through the window yet it only set him on fire.

You both had a need, a need for speed. Smoke followed behind your two vehicles, as if tracing a way to hell.

Driving not a road but an edge of a knife, high on adrenaline and your smiling face, Baji rolled the throttle until he passed you by, and in an impulse of a crazy rush flipped his motorcycle in a way to block your way.

Your hands suddenly tightened around the steering wheel, slamming on the brake at breakneck speed and closing your eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. Which could have came at a second's notice.

-" It's been a hell of a ride !"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes opened wide. It was really only a second away, your car was so close to his bike that you were only inches away from colliding. Your blood boiling in your veins, you got out of the car and slammed the door, heading towards him.

Blame the Adrenaline rush, or his bike's light on your eyes, the night's wind on your hair, or your dress swaying at every step of yours, the truth was you had his heart beating even more than the race.

Halfway, you met, in front of your car's hood, eyes boring into each other's with the only thing between your two bodies, inches and palpable tension.

One that along with the high of the ride got you flying, too addict on that sensation to think about letting go any sooner.

-" let's get something straight. " You had snapped him out of his thoughts, only to crash him with your next words. " One night, all you gonna have with me is one night. "

One for hearing.

Two for realizing.

Three for his eyes widening.

Four for your lips meeting.

Needless to say, Baji Keisuke had that trouble taste, blood, cigarette and mint, he had that cold night ride's feel with wind in your hair when you know you shouldn't be out. His lips moved against yours, while his hands circled your waist and brought you closer. It all began the second he bit your lower lip, so your tongues could brush against each other, the next thing you knew your back was pressed against the car hood, your neck getting painted by red and purple marks.

-" Don't mark m-"

-" Focus on the feeling f'me, yeah? Good girl"

And for a second, everything stopped.

-" Wait ! " Leaning on your elbows, you had stopped him. " Did you just shushed me with a good girl ?"

-" I guess... ?" It was about gasoline and fire the minute he stretched that playful smile, about an explosion when his back suddenly hit the hood as you switched the positions in a minute of inattention, and about the heat of a thousand fires when you crashed your lips now leading the dance.

At some point, minutes and heated kisses later, grateful for the mist on the windows car for it was the only thing preventing any passerby to see your naked body, as he stripped you on the driver's seat. The desire flooding his body at the sight of your most secret parts competed with every one he has ever felt, for when his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hands reached to palm your breasts, he let go of all wheels, switching to the carnal rough instinct.

-" knew you were hot but this, Goddamn babe".

A breathed chuckle passed your lips and echoed in the car, along with a grunt of him as you rubbed your now bare crotch against his pants.

-" Say this once again and I'mma throw up on you ".

Ignoring you, Keisuke crashed you against his chest and took your lips in his. Flouting all the principles, teeth biting way too hard on your lips, hands lifting your hips to meet his bulge at a frenetic pace, because he knew no other than you could take him.

Who other than you could take him raw, untamed and uncaged? The one fist-fighting him behind closed doors, racing faster than his bike in the middle of the night, the one crying his name and coming all over his pants currently at a particular hard thrust of his bulge against her clit.

-" Fuck, that's it. Keep staining my pants, princess, keep cumming for me."

His praises helped you through your high, all along while he kept squeezing your breasts in a strength that would have anyone crying when you were only moaning his name in pure bliss.

Then it came, and it hit even harder than the first time. The minute he slipped inside you, the way your walls hugged him in, and-

-" Shit Kei... Deeper, I know you can go deeper !"

If he was in a movie then that is definitely where the fireworks would have exploded, hitting that damn spot inside you and having you biting his shoulder, you took him raw, took him as he came unwrapped and unleashed, the fingerprints on your hips, the biting marks on your neck, his wet and messy kisses on your lips, and even asked- no, demanded more. It hit hard because for once in a lifetime he had felt not only wanted but truly accepted.

-" look at you... Takin' my cock so fucking good- damn, love. You're gonna be the end o'mme !"

-" F-faster... Kei, feels so fucking good... 'm close !"

Pleas were swallowed in yet another mind-blowing kiss, chaos and bliss made one that night, in a hazy heated car, late night in the middle of a highway. Two bodies made one, then embodied mayhem and hell.

Through your hit and run to cloud nine, you exquisitely clenched around him while coming undone on him for the second time, arching your back and throwing your head, only for heaven to open its doors for him the next second.

With a gorgeous woman's naked body in front of him, what he couldn't take his eyes off was your face. How it contorted from pleasure, how your eyes shone bright even in the darkness of the night, the moan passed the swollen red lips were all he needed to fly.

Too deep engulfed in your tightening walls, he had groaned your name in loud moan before letting his head fall on the crook of your neck, high-riding like he had never done before.

-" Drain me, pretty girl. That's it, don't waste a single drop. "

He had panted against your skin, you laughed through your orgasm, collapsing against his chest, hearing how fast his heart was beating.

This is where the story ends, no happy ever after a single night, no second chances for the lost souls.

Or maybe...

-" I don't wanna hear about it. And you better find yourself a new vet, I'm not stepping inside that shop again. " Making your way out of the police station, when birds just started singing for the first sun rays, you had shouted without turning to peer at him.

He followed you on your way back to the main road since your car was home, hands shoved in his pockets totally ignoring Chifuyu behind both of you, standing still next to the police station's door.

-" That's what I get for bailing them out... "

Yet none of you actually paid attention to him, for when you reached a particular point, your back has been pressed against a tree.

-" what the fuck do you want again ?"

Only then have you noticed the change in his expression, the usual cocky spark in those bronze eyes was swallowed by a lost one, as if the man who spoke, openly, about your lovemaking on a highway to a policeman was light-years away now.

Those words he has been thinking about all the night in his cell danced across his clavicle, wrapped around his throat, that was the type of Adrenaline he wasn't a junkie of, the type of heartbeat he didn't liked, yet the one he knew he would get through, only for you.

-" That's not about the chase. "

His eyes watched you frown, tilting your head to the side, and God did he felt things when in so long he hadn't seen some interest in your eyes.

-" I might... You, might have been a challenge first. "

A scoff passed the barrier of your lips, disappointment stirring your guts to look away, but a rough hand grabbed your jaw and pulled your gaze back into his frowning one.

-" At first. But then, you... Shit" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, then took a step back thus releasing your face. You could see straight through the struggle he was facing and for a second thought he would give up, until he started talking again.

-" But you were just, there, everytime even when you weren't. No bitch ever had my heart beating this way, no bitch ever was worth risking to crash my bike, and you punched me-"

-" I don't see where you're tryna get at " you inquired, though wishful thinking was whispering dangerous somethings in your mind, life has slapped you way too much to got you hoping for anything.

Then something happened in the darkest corners of your fucked up mind, something about how the sun rays suddenly lightened him in the middle of nowhere, and how for the first time you'd faced a child and not a man, a sight way too holy and innocent for Baji Keisuke.

-" Look, it's probably gonna sound wrong, and I know you said I can only have one night with ya. "

A step closer, walls collapsing, hearts beating.

-" But I'm not as blind as to miss the best thing I could've had, when it's staring right back at me. And those fucking three words-"

-" Kei-"

-" Shut the fuck up".

Another step, his hand cupping your face.

Eyes on eyes, fire on ice, and his chest squeezing too much.

-" I'm not one to say those three fucking words, and neither are you. " Only a second where he took in the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, before he resumed.

-" But I swear on my fucking life I'll make the pain better".

Guts stirring, hearts beating, hearts breaking.

-" And I'm not one to fear a storm, you'll have me on your back every time life's ready to pull another shit on you, 'cause we're like, ya know, crime partners. "

- " that sounds awful " you chuckled, a " tch" left his mouth as an answer, smiling, however.

-" I talked a lot, whatcha thinking ?"

To take the chance or not? To hop in a hell of a drive or not ?

And the last guards, remnants of a wall stumbled down, sunshine shining behind the clouds, like his teeth poking out of his toothy grin.

Out of his pocket, his hand took out-

-" Handcuffs?"

His smile grew wider, showing the handcuffs better between your two faces.

-" I'm not gonna ask how you met my mother, and you're not gonna ask how I managed to steel these handcuffs. "

Rare was the sight and the sound of a true laughter from you, one he knew he would like hearing more often despite how overwhelmed it got him feeling.

-" So whatcha say ? Me, this handcuffs, and your pretty pussy on my bed ?"

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

So ! Writing this was kinda hard, like I said this the first time I wrote for Baji, and I hope I didn't kinda screwed him nor the depressed! Reader

Tell me what you think 'bout it honestly hon', and if you don't like it I'll try again, anything for you 😩

Requests : are still open, yet you gotta understand you'd have to wait a little time before getting it <3

#tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev fluff #toman gang #toman founders #baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji smut #toman baji #baji x y/n #baji x you #tokyo revengers baji #baji scenarios

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the-royal-teacup · 1 year

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I need a rant…

So, this has nothing to do with the terrible twosome, so feel free to skip…

Last night at around 1am a group of young little yobs decided to batter upon my front door, then run away shouting obscenities, laughing and carrying on.

Now, I wasn’t asleep, but it still scared me half to death because of course someone battering on your door in the early hours of the morning is going to scare you half to death! I opened my window and shouted some obscenities at them, but just received obscenities back, as they ran away.

I have security cameras, which caught the little shit that hammered on the door and then running away, but of course he had his hood up on his hoody and you couldn’t see him properly, not that submitting it to the police would do anything anyway and that’s the thing, these little yobs know they can do this kind of stuff and get away with it because nothing is done, not by the police or their parents for going around and causing grief for people!

You know what makes it worse? Is that I now feel un-safe at night in my home. I shouldn’t feel like that, this is my home, my safe haven and all because some little shits who thought it would be hilarious to scare someone to show off in front of their mates, after spending the night in a park drinking and probably causing more trouble for other people, now I feel scared to let myself go to sleep tonight!

What is it with some of this new generation? No respect for nothing or no one, they know they can get away with shit and their parents? Well, they either couldn’t give a shit what their kids do or they think the sun shines out of the backsides and that their kids would never do such a thing.

Now, me, as a thirty-six year old woman, if I had ever acted like that and my mum had found out? She would have marched me to the persons door and made me apologise. But, then, I would never have done that to someone. I’m not saying I was an angel, but I can tell you one thing it would never have crossed my mind to batter on someone’s door in the early hours of the morning, saying that I wouldn’t have been allowed to be out at that time in a morning, even if staying at a friends their parents wouldn’t have allowed it either!

It scares me what kind of world we are living in and the kids that will grow into adults and sometimes become even bigger dickheads, and all because you can’t discipline your kids anymore and you have to give them everything. I’m not saying every parent is like that, but for the most part most of these kids are being brought up with zero rules and boundaries and are allowed to get away with everything, whilst being rewarded for it!

I just needed to get this off of my chest. Cross your fingers for me that I can get a good nights sleep tonight and that it was just a one off, that they were showing off in front of their mates and the little shits don’t return, because honestly after everything you read and see that is one of my biggest fears right now that they will return because I reacted to it, probably stupidly, but it was such a blur that I just opened my window and just shouted at them and now I worry that because I reacted they will return and god only knows what they will try! I know, I know, I shouldn’t think like that, but my brain goes down alllll the different what if scenarios! 😩

If you read all this, thank you. Just needed to vent/rant a little.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 8 months

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Omg I'm glad you liked my message. I love your stories too! 🥰

I'm clover anon? I never had a name when sending a message so tysm. 😭

Herbie part 2 is cuteee.

Mechanic Chris is all about duality (like Chris himself) and that's what makes us go crazy. 🙃

I mean after a long day at work you can go for a ride, listening to music, make a stop on a sea side place where you grab a beer (only a can for him cause he's the driver) and gaze the stars. You talk about that trip you want to go together and then head back home and let him show you a different kind of stars.

I thought Werewolf Chris is my fave (cause Alpha male energy is so 😩😩) but now I'm confused cause Mechanic Chris is also great. 🤷

I will read Runaway Princess with RoyalKnight!Chan cause that seems like an interesting character 👀 and maybe that will help me figure out my fave Christopher in this fanfic world.

Which one is your own favourite? 😄

-☘️

glad you found pt 2 of Herbie cute!! it always makes me feel very relaxed when i read it myself haha

that scenario is very herbie!chris coded 😭😭 i love how we can all agree that every chris of every universe would take us star gazing~

AlphaWolf!Chris also hits differently, ngl. so i can totally get why you're torn. i hope you like RoyalKnight!Chan, too 👀 please do let me know once you get to read his story, i'd love to hear your thoughts on it hehe

as for my favourite Chris of mine... i think it's still SpaceRebel!Chan from my series Safe Haven 😩 he's just the blue print for every other Chris i've ever created, and i just love him deeply.

#☘️ anon #ask #herbie ask

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Be The Shark Or Get Eaten

Lady Crimson (my oc) ft. Sharon Carter | oneshot

Warnings: criminal underworld

An: one of my many long standing drafts, collecting dust. This was inspired by TFATWS, specifically life in Madripoor. My oc came to mind instantly. I’ve said before Sharon Carter annoyed me in the movies and seemed like such a filler character. But I did like her in this. She went from blah to interesting to me. I’m also soft for art x lesbians /queer women and morally grey women. So yeah. I didn’t expand the idea behind this yet, so just sharing as it it. I have 147 drafts 😩 I hope to clear some out over the coming months.

Madripoor wasn’t for the faint of heart. Morality, a sense of decency, and any aversion to excess is best left on the other side of the bridge. If you want to do right, if you want to be good and play by the rules, Madripoor will eat you alive.

Madripoor’s underbelly is run by crooks, masterminds, manipulators, smugglers and those willing to do whatever it takes so survive. Be the shark or get eaten.

The city is full of criminals, every type you could imagine. But it’s not always the best place to hide, despite it being known as a criminal safe haven. Some in Madripoor will do anything for a big pay day.

The rate of captured bounties in the city is high. The only way for a wanted person to survive, and not get caught, is to outsmart everyone else and create a believable and fool proof identity. Just as important as that; don’t get close, to anyone. Privacy = survival.

Friends in high places helps, sometimes, but no one really is your friend in Madripoor. At least not in the underbelly, the high rises, the well off crowds. Even in a crowd, everyone laughing, hugging and enjoying themselves, it’s still every woman (man, person) for themselves.

One of the best things a person could do is align themselves with the big bosses and the Power Broker, but even that, didn’t come with guarantees, not long standing ones anyway.

Club Lilith, Friday night

Lady Crimson made her way through the dance floor, observing the crowd as they drank and danced. She took ownership of this place 4 years ago, and it’s still the hottest club in town. Madripoor is full of places to party, and of the top 10, half belong to her.

Over the last 5 years, her name has become synonyms with nightlife, parties, and the most elite gatherings. What started years ago as underground parties has now grown to an empire.

Lady Crimson is one of the top 12 wealthiest people in Madripoor. In a city of people making their riches by illegal means, it wasn’t an easy ranking to get.

Making her way to the third floor, she stepped into the waiting room of her office to see a familiar face. In the far left of the room, a large canvas. The three men leave the room after the blonde signaled to them.

“I’ve been here for 16 minutes.” She tops off her drink at the bar.

“I was busy,” Crimson grinned, her eyes darted to the glass, two fingers of whiskey, “you helped yourself I see.”

“I don’t have time to wait.” Sharon, drink in hand, walked over to the canvas. “ the Guillaume, hand delivered as requested.”

Crimson sauntered over to it, taking her sweet time. Standing before it, her smile widened as she took in the imagery.

“You have grossly overcharged for this, Carter,” her eyes briefly leave the painting. She makes eye contact with Sharon, who is already watching her. “It’s criminal,” a sly foxlike grin lingers on her lips, “bad girl.”

Sharon grinned in response.

“I’ll forgive it,” Crimsons eyes return to the painting, “I’ve been searching for this for many years,” she hovers her hand over the painting. The silver bracelets stacked on her wrist jingled, “well worth the inflation.”

Sharon sipped her drink as her eyes wandered. Yes, the Guillaume is a breathtaking piece, Sharon was almost tempted to keep it for herself. But it’s not what has her attention.

Lady Crimson is hard to ignore. Tall, athletic, a beautiful face with striking green eyes. She could often be found decorating herself with dark heavy makeup, leather, crushed velvet, and sheer fabrics. Her look is best described as goth underground meets high fashion. She liked wigs, and often had a different hair color each time you saw her.

Crimson, like most smart people in Madripoor is mysterious, and keeps herself that way. No one knows anything about her, where she came from, or who she was before coming here 10 years ago.

There’s something fox like about her, and from the very first meeting, it drew Sharon in. There’s also a clever quality to Crimsion, and a look in her eye like she know more than anyone else around her.

She’s also one of the people who seem completely unintimidated by Sharon’s rise in the ranks and title as Power Broker. It’s Madripoor, someone always wants what you have, challengers come left and right. Sharon had seen plenty, and there will always be more to come.

But Crimson didn’t care about that, or display any interest in taking the role for herself. She just liked to test Sharon. She’d be late on purpose, make Sharon wait, challenge her prices. At first, it frustrated Sharon, now, through she won’t admit it, she finds it entertaining, maybe even looks forward to it.

Sharon didn’t care who anyone was, as long as she got paid and kept her status. She can’t recall the last time she even found herself curious about a person, and their real identity.

Crimson took a step back from the painting. Her eyes are still glued to it when she speaks,

“If you ever get your hands on an Acacio,” her eyes meet Sharon’s, “I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

Sharon put the empty drink down. The small raise of her brow gets Crimsons attention.

“You have one?” Crimson walked over to her.

“You’re mistaken.” Sharon slid her hands in her pockets, her eyes locked on Crimsons.

A wide jokers grin lights up Crimsons face, she steps into Sharon’s personal space.

“How much?”

“Did I say I have one?” Sharon keeps her poker face, her eyebrows still. Crimsons always been able to catch her micro expressions, even if no one else does. She also suppresses her excitement.

Anabela Acacio is one Sharon’s favorite artists. The photographer /painter moved Sharon to tears the first time she saw her work. Though the artist is long gone now, and only saw medium level fame during her time, she amassed a huge cult following.

Sharon also found her work later in life, a couple of years before the snap when she was dealing with her newly realized identity as a bisexual woman. Something always felt like it was missing, there was always a hunger left in her, one the men she bedded couldn’t fill. Once Sharon realized her true identity, it changed everything. And discovering the underground queer icon, Anabela Acacio, at the same time was life changing.

Not that Sharon needed much to deepen her draw to Crimson, but the fact that she knows Acacio, it nearly makes Sharon crumble on the spot.

“You’ve grown quiet, Carter,” Crimson leaned forward slightly, she can see an almost unnoticeable shift in Sharon’s breathing, “you do have one.”

Sharon’s lips part as they hold each-others gaze. Her eyes drop briefly to Crimsions lips, full soft looking lips painted a deep red, vampire red.

Crimson catches her, and smirks, “how much?”

“Never said I had one,” Sharon pulled herself together and takes a step back, putting distance between them. “If one makes its way to me, you’ll be my first call.”

Crimson only grins as her.

Sharon heads for the door. “I have another meeting. One you’ve made me late for. “

“They’ll live,” Crimson sat on the couch and extended her arms over the back, “what are you selling?”

Sharon looks back with a half smile, “art nouveau sculpture.”

Crimson whistles, “damn. I can imagine the price tag on that one. Let me guess, you added the Carter tax?”

“What is it you always say,” Sharon pretends to think,“be the shark or get eaten?”

Lady Crimson chucked, “I do. But , don’t over use it, I’ll sue you, plus tax.”

Sharon laughs and opens the doors. “We’ll see about that.”

Crimson watches her exit and disappear behind the doors. “We shall.”

Sapphic masterlist (fxf)

#Sharon Carter #Sharon Carter x ofc #sapphic #f x f #tfatws #MCU

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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I DO I DO I WANNA 😩 (SLURP SLURP)

I'm gonna die for this but yolo

I'm literally giving you to most "no homo" sloppiness, disastrous, mind blowing, meditation shaking, toe curling, devilish, loudest, world destroying head ever 😰😳

baby, sugarplum, lovebug, sweetness… i crave you like i crave tea during light night poetry binges. you are my safe haven and the only thing simultaneously keeping me sane and driving me insaner.

no homo head hits diff i’m telling you 🫠

#love you N <3 #muh favorite little babe💕#oph.thoughts #n anon

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joelsgreys · 1 year

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I’m a vet med student and you combing that with my current hyperfixation of tlou into the masterpiece that is a safe haven, I’m DYING. Thank you so much for blessing us with this masterpiece 💗🤧🤧 Joel admiring reader from across the canteen has my heart melting, he’s whipped already 😩🥺

omg thank you sooooo much for reading it 💗 also nonnie you’re like the third person to say they’re a vet student or in the field and i love that so much! you’re in such a rewarding field and when i first started thinking of ideas for this story it only took me .5 seconds to be like im gonna make her a vet because it’s so awesome 😭

#vee answers mail 💌#;ash #best of luck in your studies nonnie 💗

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reidslibrarybook · 3 years

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Cursed

Pairing - Spencer x Fem!reader

Warnings - language, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex, kinda not proofread but skimmed (i'm doing better i swear)

Summary - Spencer gets up and leaves after the going gets hard, but you had no idea what you had done wrong or what sent him running.

Category - fluff

Word Count - 3.4k

A/N - another drunk!spencer fic...i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself 😩. i def do too many of these but he’s just too cute all drunk. also, you can imagine any season of reid but i just see him being in the earlier seasons tho.

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It was as if he couldn’t breathe, the air in his lungs sucked out by the words that fell from your pretty lips. He loved kissing them and he loved the way they looked and he loved the funny lines you drop to make him laugh, but he didn’t love the phrase that danced in the air around him.

He wanted to jump out of his seat and run for the hills, the only thing holding him back was you— his beautiful significant other that never ceased to make him feel better after every single harrowing day at work or every dreaded phone call from his mother’s institution.

Spencer heard you walking towards him, your feet touching the wooden floor of your new apartment that you both invested in together. There was something so familiar about the words that came from you, something so beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

A collection of fallacies and feelings of false hope were incessantly plaguing his mind, holding him back from letting himself go to you fully. His flight response was something that you expressed your concern about, not wanting to be hurt if something had triggered him to run.

He was like a crumpled piece of paper with dark pencil markings— no matter how hard he tried, there was no feasible way for him to rid himself of the scars left by the folds or the relics that were the unerasable traces of lead.

He wished that he could go back to when he was a fresh sheet of copy paper, brand new with a shining true tone white gracing him— a purity and innocence that he wouldn’t be able to get back. You said you’d heal his wounds with the new memories that you’d make with him.

Your promises kept him occupied for a while, but when your relationship started to become more serious— he couldn’t think of anything but your preordained departure that would leave him in the despairs of hell once again.

He’d be lost in the dust, left to fight the tantalizing specks of chipped rock from the scorching drylands. Left alone to make his own way like he did so many times before as he charted lands of unknown territory with a knowledge even books couldn’t supply him.

You were an oasis in his extensive desert.

But then again, you had the same chance of existing as a mirage— a hallucination painted by his mind that had no visual differences from a safe haven but every ability to hurt him beyond the unimaginable circumstances he was subjected to.

“Spence? Are you going to make a reservation at the new Indian place or should I?” You cooed, running your fingers through his hair that he let grow out after your compliment.

He blinked before raising his hands to look up at you from the kitchen table. “R- right. I’m going to just go pick it up or something.”

“You don’t want to go out tonight?”

Spencer looked back down at the files splayed out in front of him, shuffling them together with his hands and stuffing them into the bag that was laid out carelessly on the chair beside him.

“N- no. I don’t think so. I’ll um, I’ll be back. I have to go,” he gulped, placing the bag on his shoulder and hurrying out before he opened the door with a swift motion. There was no reluctance in his actions, leaving you standing there while he slammed the front door and hurried down the stairs wordlessly.

You sat down, sighing and putting your head into your hands. There was no indication of any ailment that would have caused Spencer to just pick up and leave. He was so troubled by his mind that he didn’t realize the irony in his actions.

Afraid of being left behind yet so ready to evacuate as soon as the going got hard.

You had no idea why he left, why he decided that he couldn’t stand to be within 5 feet of you. There was an eerie feeling that crept up on your heart, not knowing whether or not it was something that you had done to send him scampering away like a rat that had been caught stealing from a kitchen.

It stung like the feelings of a thousand bee stings being combined into one large stinger that was used to stab your heart. It hurt you to know that he had been so scared… scared enough to drop everything and drive his car away to an unknown location for an unknown reason.

Spencer had a habit of running when it got hard or scary but you thought the two of you had worked past that— especially after he had asked you to move in with him. You took that as a step towards the right direction, a yellow brick road appearing for the two of you to follow all the way to the merry land of Oz.

You couldn’t help but question Spencer’s true thoughts, wondering if he was trembling in fear about your relationship as he hid behind a large curtain just like the wizard.

Putting up a façade for the sake of appearances… for the sake of you.

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You were awoken by a vibrating sensation around your face, noticing that you had fallen asleep on the table. The sun had apparently mimicked your actions, its spot in the sky now inhabited by the moon reflecting the light of its sibling. It was comforting to know that there was an eternal balance in the sky— one you thought you and Spencer could conform to.

You picked up the phone and put it to your ear, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room for the time. “Hello?”

“Hey.”

You scrunched your nose, your brain working to analyze the voice that came from the phone— not thinking to check the caller ID that was displayed in big, bolded letters on the screen.

“Derek?”

“Yeah, you need to come and pick up your boyfriend. He’s a mess,” he sighed. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice that was also laced with concern.

“Sp- Spencer’s there with you?”

“Well… he’s not there, if you know what I mean.”

You sighed, “Now’s not the time to be cryptic, Derek. What is going on?”

“Woah there,” he laughed, “He’s just fine but I think he needs you right now.”

You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I- I don’t know if he does.”

“Did something happen between the two of you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “He just got up and left after I suggested we go on a date tonight.”

You could hear Derek’s breath hitch, a pained sound in his voice. “Wait…” he trailed off, “You don’t think he’s-”

“Of course not. I just don’t know if I’m the best person to help him through whatever it is he’s going through seeing as I’m probably the one who caused it.”

He laughed, holding back some laughter from the other end of the phone. “Kid, he’s literally rolling around on the couch with a pillow in his arms. He’s caressing the damn pillow, Y/N. IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S HUMPING MY $60 THROW PILLOW THAT I BOUGHT FOR SAVANNAH. I DON’T WANNA HAVE TO BLEACH IT IF HE ENDS UP COMING ALL OVER THAT THING.”

You giggled a bit.

“Y/N. I swear to god if you don’t get your man, i’ll grab his skinny ass and toss him back to your apartment with less meat on bones than he had befor-”

“Alright, settle down. I’m coming,” you laughed, walking around the side to grab your bag and exit the door.

Derek huffed out an angry breath and shouted, “DAMNIT, SPENCER. DON’T FUCKING LICK MY PILLOW!”

You hung up, fearing that the audio of the little comedy show coming from the other side of the phone would distract you from driving on the road.

It was a calming journey, the streets being fairly empty and free from the constant honking that followed the heavily trafficked streets of Quantico. Spencer hated driving, it was an unspoken rule that you were always the designated driver whenever the two of you were driving together.

You were afraid of what you were going to find out from Spencer’s handsomely loose lips. Taking advantage of someone while they’re in a drunken state isn’t the best idea, ethically, but that didn’t stop your curiosity from taking reign.

Derek opened the door before you got the chance to park the car, running out and forcefully opening the door. You couldn’t catch a breath, dragged into the house as Savannah waved from you from inside the hallway.

You gave her a smile back as you stumbled into his living room unprepared for your mess of a boyfriend. He looked like a spineless blob plopped onto the sofa as his arms and legs were spread in seemingly impossible ways.

“I found him hopping my fence to get to my outdoor bar,” Derek admitted, folding his arms and looking at Spencer with a look of intrigue.

“The same Spencer Reid that refused to have a sip of champagne at JJ’s wedding? Are you sure we’re talking about the same dork?”

Derek shook his head, waving you over to the monitor he had on a desk in the living room. His finger pushed the on button as his hand navigated through the security system he set up when he first bought the house with his wife a year ago.

A tab popped up as Derek rewound the tape all the way back to 9 pm when a pair of very familiar hands grabbed the top of the fence. Spencer’s tousled hair appeared from behind, his eyes rabid for something— most likely alcohol. He tossed his leg over, not ready for the straight fall to the ground he was about to face.

Spencer hit the well-kept lawn, fumbling around until he stood on his two feet that were clumsily planted on the ground. He continued going around until he reached the outdoor kitchen, a bar settled right in between the fire pit and the sink.

His hands made their way through the fridge to find the bottle of peppermint schnapps, which are known to be on the higher end of the spectrum when it came to alcohol concentrations. Spencer chugged the bottle relentlessly, downing every last drop without a care in the world.

He could barely handle half a shot, let alone a whole bottle of peppermint schnapps.

There was something so terrifying about his willingness to give in to a temptation that had no power over him before. Something so deterring to him like alcohol became appealing after a seemingly perfect day off spent with you at home.

“Believe me now?” Derek asked, leaning back onto the table and rubbing the back of his smooth head.

You sighed, “Yeah. I just, I don’t know what happened or what I did.”

“Look… he may be a genius but he’s also a damn idiot too. The man can barely go a day without drooling over your little picture on his desk. Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought that pillow was you.”

“Right,” you laughed, walking over to the couch and rubbing Spencer’s thigh to get him to come to.

He grumbled, grabbing onto the pillow tighter than before and wiggling his face further into the stuffed fabric.

“Go away, let me wallow alone.” Spencer flailed his arms around aimlessly into the air, not intending

You pushed the hair out of his face, laughing at the little pout that had graced his lips. “Why are you wallowing?”

“B- because you said it and I didn’t want you to say it.”

“Say what?”

“The cursed words.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head to the side as you leaned closer toward his face— illuminated by the yellow lamplight.

“Cursed? Wh- what cursed words?”

“I don’t wanna say ‘em or else I'll be doubly cursed,” he admitted, sitting up and holding the pillow right under his chin. His eyes were filled with a child-like worry, afraid of something that Spencer had never confessed to you.

You racked your brain, trying to think about what you could have said that made him end up in such a drunken mess. “Spencer. If I don’t know the words then I won’t know what not to say anymore,” you cooed, rubbing his back and looking at him as he gave you the sweetest puppy-dog eyes.

“I- I can’t, Y/N.”

“I’m sure it won’t matter if you don’t mean it,” you comforted.

“B- but I do mean it. I- I mean I will if I say it,” he whined.

You could tell he was conflicted, battling the thing that was holding him back from letting himself go into your arms. The two of you looked at each other, your eyes lost in the wonder of your feelings for the other.

“Spence-”

“Fine!” He gave in, exasperated, “You said ‘I love you’. Today. When I was about to call the restaurant.”

You gave him a dazed look of bewilderment, wrinkling your nose as you try to think back to that afternoon. Your expression stayed the same until you realized what he was talking about.

“Spencer,” you laughed, “I um, I didn’t say ‘I love you’, I said ‘I love it’. As in the food.”

He looked up at you with glassy eyes. “Y- you didn’t?”

“I didn’t, but…” you took his hands in yours, squeezing them, “I- I do lov-”

“No!” He took his hands and muffled your voice to keep you from saying them, “Don’t say it. I don’t wanna lose you too.”

You wiggled out of his hands. “What do you mean?”

He sniffled, using his sleeve to wipe the little bits of a tear that formed around the base of his eyes. “Every time someone tells me they love me, they always end up leaving. E- elle said that to me after we um, we talked in her hotel room and a couple of days after she just r- resigned. Ethan told me he loved me after we took the entrance exams and then he decided he wanted to leave right after. M- my dad said them right when he left and never came back. And m- my mom, those were the last words my mom said to me completely lucid. I just… idontwannahaveyouleavemetoo,” he cried, mumbling into your shoulder as he leaped into your embrace.

“Spence,” you bubbled, “I’m not going anywhere, especially not when I feel the way I do about you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And you don’t know if I am leaving. I wouldn’t just pick up and go. You’re too special to me, you’re too important. I love you too much to leave.”

He moved his head so he had a view of your face, pursing his lips as he tried to hold back tears caused by your words. “Really? You’d stay?”

“Of course I would. I’ve spent too much time listening to your rants about how you and naked mole rats are one in the same,” you giggled.

“It’s true! There’s no way we’re unrelated. I- I mean there’s soooo many-”

“Alright. I think talking about your relation to naked mole rats is inappropriate compared to our situation right now.”

He nodded, pressing his lips awkwardly into a thin line. “You know, there’s a story that I thought, and still think, is untrue. People often say that our moles are a remnant of our past lives, indicating the place where our soulmate kissed us the most. Soulmates traverse time and space, at least that’s what people say. If it’s true, then I don’t doubt that you left this mark right here,” he laughed, pointing to the dark mole on the side of his cheek, “It couldn’t be anyone but you.”

Your eyes began to water, listening to the ridiculous ramblings of a man in an inebriated stupor. “Spence-”

He lifted his head and looked at you with the widest his eyes had been that day. “That also means that you kissed me a lot in that one spot right on my-”

“Okay,” you cut him off, not knowing if Derek or Savannah was still lurking somewhere around the living room.

“I mean… I don’t need a mole to tell me that since you still do enjoy kissing me right there. I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it either,” he chuckled, “I do very very much enjoy it. It always feels so good.”

You close your eyes from the embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat up as he kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“I don’t think that hypothesis applies to every mole because that would mean we both enjoyed me kissing right in between your toes.”

He shrugged, “You never know.”

You laughed, “The one thing I do know is that you have nothing to be worried about. I’m not dropping you for anything. I need you to communicate with me when you’re feeling bad about something. You know, so I can be there to lick your wounds and all.”

Spencer nodded, using his nimble fingers to unbutton his shirt and open it up. He pointed to the bruise he must have gotten from falling on his way over the fence in Morgan’s backyard.

You opened your mouth as you began to speak before Morgan walked into the room, raising his hands up in defeat.

“Okay, that’s enough. I need you both to leave, neither of you is doing some kind of kinky shit on my couch that involves licking,” he shudders, “I would also like to get started on deep cleaning my damn pillow, please.”

Spencer blushed as you motioned for him to follow you, getting up and holding his hands so he wouldn’t fall. You walked past Derek. “I was going to tell him I meant it metaphorically before you so rudely interrupted,” you joked.

“Well, you owe me $23 worth of peppermint schnapps as your husband so rudely downed them all,” he mimicked, “I’ll also need 60 more if I can’t cleanse the pillow’s memory of your boyfriend humping it. That’s my gift for Sav and I don’t need her to get a vibe from it.”

“I’ll pay for as many pillows as you want, Derek. Thank you for calling me over.”

“Anytime, kid. You two are endgame, there’s nothing that can convince me otherwise,” he laughed, hugging you before you frantically looked around for Spencer. You give him a curt wave before stepping out and being bombarded by Spencer’s hands.

“Wanna tell me what you were doing to that pillow?” You asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and directing him toward your car.

“You’re just gonna tease me if I tell you. Then you’re gonna tell Derek and he’s gonna tell everyone else about it,” he lamented.

“I promise, I won’t.”

“I was um,” he shifted as he settled into the passenger seat, “I was using the pillow to simulate you in bed. I wanted to figure out the best angle for me to fuck you while my face is next to your chest.”

Your hands almost left the wheel to cover your mouth, surprised by the words that left his mouth. “Spencer,” you gasped.

“What? You asked!”

You shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “Makes me wonder what you’re doing when you’re really alone.”

“You don’t wanna know,” he slurred.

You chuckled as his hands migrated to your face, caressing up and down while you drove home.

“I never got you back for cursing me.”

“Well, you should do something to get me back.”

A boyish grin was smacked across his face. “Iloveyouandiwannamarryyousomedayyyyy,” he blurted.

You stayed silent until you stopped at the next red light, looking over to find the man next to you passed out with his head resting against the window. You smiled, thinking about the memories you were bound to make and the ones that would surface from your past as soulmates.

Spencer didn’t believe in hypotheses and neither did you, but there were some things that you just couldn’t prove.

Things that you couldn’t state with a definitive answer on paper.

You and Spencer knew that, but it didn’t stop you from being cursed together.

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Things the Sawyers are afraid of.😨

Bubba:

Strangers. It´s not a secret that Bubba is extremly scared of people he don´t know.

He gets very nervous in the presence of every person who´s not part of his family, even if it´s just a small child.

For him it feels like they´re all a potential threat and there´s nothing he can do against this feeling.😞

And because of this, going to a public place is especially scaring for him, cause in this case there are a lot of strangers around him, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. He would never walk into a grocery store without at least one family member who accompanies him, because this way, he feels at least a little more safe. (Emphasis is on a little)😟

Something bad happen to a family member. That would be even worse for Bubba than having to deal with a thousand strangers at once.

His family means everything to him and therefore, the thought of one of them getting hurt almost breaks his heart.💔 Therefore, I think there´s no need to emphasize that he´s willing to do absolutely anything to prevent this. For Bubba, it goes without saying that he would protect every member of the family at all costs.

Clowns.🤡 This is probably a very unfounded fear, but nonetheless Bubba can´t help himself. Whenever he sees a clown, he gets pretty nervous.

It started back when he was a little boy and Drayton took him and the twins to the circus.🎪 While Chop and Nubbins were completely amazed by the clowns, little Bubba just found them scary and this never changed.

Nubbins:

Well, my dear husband isn´t really afraid of anything.

Quite the opposite, in his opinion a certain risk only makes things more interesting.🙄

He can be pretty careless from time to time, which often causes me to worry about him, but of course this doesn´t change anything about his behaviour.😩

But despite of him being pretty fearless, there was one thing that actually scared him.

When Chop was in vietnam, Nubbins was very worried and yes, scared for him.

Of course, he tried his best to hide it and told himself that everything would be alright, that Chop would be fine, yet the fear that something could happen to his twin, that he could get injured or even die was always there.😰

When Chop actually got injured, it got even worse. I don´t think that Nubbins was ever so scared in his whole life, as he was at this time.

He really thought that he would never see his twin again and this thought scared him more than anything.

Chop Top:

First and foremost he´s afraid to ever experience something like the vietnam war again. It was without a doubt the worst time of his life and he has still nightmares almost every night.😟

Not to forget the flashbacks he´s often got when he´s awake. They feel so real like he´s actually back in Nam again, so I think it´s more than understandable that he´s scared of them.

Dentists.👨‍⚕️🦷 My favorite brother in law is very, very scared of dentists (even though he always tries to deny it🙄), which is the reason why he haven´t seen one in years.

In his opinion they are one of the most scary things that exist in this world.

After the last time he´ve seen one, he actually swore to never set one feet inside a dental practice again. (With devastating consequences as you know, if you ever took a closer look at his teeth.🤢)

Drayton:

Drayton´s biggest fear is without a doubt that someone could find out about the family´s lifestyle.

This fear is keeping him awake many nights. (And makes him even more grumpy than usual in the next morning)😠🧹😰

Another fear he has and which might sound a bit silly, is that he could lose at the chili cook-off.

Yes, this thought actually scares him very much. It´s because cooking is much more than just a little hobby for him.

It´s the one thing he´s actually really good at and lord knows, he´s really proud of it. And because of this, he just can´t stand the thought that someone else could be better at it than him. There can only be one winner and it have to be him.🥇🏆

Being unable to work. This is also something Drayton is really afraid of. Even though he complains about his work all the time, he simply can´t live without it. And I don´t mean because he needs the money (even though he does), but rather because he needs to do something.

Drayton isn´t made for sitting at home and doing nothing, he needs the feeling of doing something useful, the feeling of being needed (and exceptionally not by his family, but rather by society). Therefore, whenever he has to stay at home on a workday (which he only does when he´s really, really sick), he´s in a incredible bad mood, which means that the whole family has to suffer because of it.😟

Grandpa:

Is grandpa afraid of something?🤔

I honestly don´t know and I highly doubt that I will ever find out, because like with so many other things there´s simply no way to tell.😞

But when I think about it, I have to say that, due to his health state, grandpa most likely doesn´t have any fears. (It´s pretty hard to be afraid of something, if you don´t realize what´s going on around you anyways)

And when it comes to me:

One word: Arachnophobia. Yes, I´m extremly afraid of spiders, which my dear husband of course finds incredible funny.😒

When I see a spider my first reaction is in most cases to scream.😱 It depends a little on what kind of spider it is, but generally applies: the bigger and uglier it is, the more I will scream.

Step 2 after screaming is to panically search for a weapon, you know, some heavy object to squash the spider with.

Step 3: Squashing the spider. I´m not proud of it, but I just can´t help myself. It´s like something just tells me to “kill the enemy” so this is what I do.😅

Beside the fear of spiders, I´m of course sometimes scared for my husband´s safety, which is mostly because, as I mentioned above, he´s pretty careless.

Of course I know that he can take care of himself just fine, that he knows what he does, yet I can´t help but worry about him from time to time, which I think is only natural.🤷‍♀️

#💕nubbins #🎭bubba #🎧chop top #🧹drayton #🔨grandpa

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