#that little girl needs a hugs and a lot of professional help…

[keypaa]

Astrology Observations No.4

<3 TW

I use the whole sign system

Mars-Saturn hard aspects struggle with sexual encounters at first and have a poor relationship with intimicy.They may loose their virginity later than others and that‘s good yk never loose sahahah

Mars in leo/degrees can be known for their drive (that one girl in my class is super intelligent and everyone knows that) Since leo rules fame it makes more than sence✮⋆˙

Moon in cancer (if developed) can talk about that they just cried over an quite little duck running around without being ashamed of pointing out their own vulnerability (ma sweethearts) That is because cancers ruler is moon

Venus in aquarius always have something to do with animes and they live for video games and their friends. Nevertheless you can be their partner but sometimes they put their friends first 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Mercury in taurus thinkkkk before they talk, might talk slow and come of as seriøs

Wait jupiter in 3rd house just get a lot of money from family members $♡

Venus in 11th house post their favorite things online ( your pets, your playlists…) 💋

4th house in aries: your home environment is wild, full of chaos and passion at the same time ✮⋆˙

Saturn-Pluto: The relationship to your father changed or transformed you. Some people with this placement are not in contact with their father anymore or just see him once in a while

Moon-Jupiter individuals get lucky if they show their emotions (others try to emphasize with them or they get help) also depends on other aspects ☼

Trust me libra mercury knows how to charm others or themselfes out of uncomfy situations with their words

Mercury in aries try to help you through telling you the solution to your problem (you might get mad but they just wanna help) lovely cookies of mine

Lilith-Mc no one believes that you are innocent. Oh you are a virgin,they will assume you have stds because apperently they assume that you fucked around the town and bānged your friend friends their exes and boyfriends/girlfirends plus their grandfather-mothers

Uranus-Venus positive =tip try to work if problems in relationships accure

How Uranus-Venus hard aspects behave= They may jump to the next person and think that working on relationships are not worth it if you have serious problems or if they don‘t see growth quickly. But that doesn't mean that they will leave you just that they do not have time for bullshit

Venus in pisces need a lot of time to recover if they get hurt but they will die for you

Sag moon have the opinion that getting distracted is good (especially with friends,loved ones). These folks don't believe in telling you their feelings that much

Specific but scorpio pluto in leo degree are known for their dark deep feelings and pain

Jupiter in libra generation loves money, some more others less ˗ˏˋ✩ˎˊ˗

Please listen Mercury-Asc people in combinition with Venus tense aspect with Mars, you are not ugly people always talked about your appearence and that makes you always think about how you look. Mercury=thoughts,Asc=Appearence. TW! Body dismorphia can be the case, if so I hug you and advice you to get help¡

Why do aries individuals often have some type of allergy it isn't normal anymore hahaha

TW! Most borderliners have intense aspected moons or gemini, leo or aries moons. Gemini moons have a maze of mind and will overthink everything and then turn into an empty minded person in one split second (typical for BPD), leo moons suffer from people pleasing and having a high opinion of themselfes turn into low low self esteem issues, and them aries moons show their emotions impulsifly or act on them impulsifly. I am not a professional but I am here to make you aware, I observed it in soo many charts, you know best if you show signs! It is more than important to get help :)

Neptune-Asc everyone seems to guess your age differently

Let me know if you would like to have a more dark astro observation next time

Luuuuuv muah

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#astrology observations #astro obs #astrology obs #leo moon #gemini moon #aries moon #hot takes #mars aspects #neptune aspects #pick a card #4th house #mercury in taurus #Saturn-pluto aspect #18+ astrology #18+ astrology observations #astro notes #astrovations #dark astrology

[cowgurrrl]

More domestic Joel Miller headcanons because I can’t stop thinking about him

When Tommy and Maria have their daughter, Joel absolutely falls in love with her. You two take turns helping the new parents out so they can get some sleep which means you get to watch Joel hold the tiny baby

He will bounce her around the dimly lit room, humming whatever song is stuck in his head, and his curls are a mess on top of his head and he looks so tired but he’s so happy

As she gets older, she clings to him and cannot get enough of him

One time you were walking through town together and you heard a very loud “UNCA JOE” coming from behind you

Joel lit up like a Christmas tree when he turned around and saw the little girl abandoning Maria to rush across the town square and into his arms

She and Ellie become fast friends and the two become little trouble makers despite their 14 year age gap

Speaking of trouble, Ellie constantly makes fun of how affectionate you and Joel are at home. On patrol, you keep it professional and barely even kiss each other goodbye. But, once you’re in the comfort of your own home, all bets are off

This man was so touch-starved for so many years but now that he has you, he is the clingiest man alive

Joel will come up behind you when you’re doing something and wrap his arms around you, kiss your neck, tickle you, whatever he needs to do to distract you

He LOOOVVVEEESSS laying his head in your lap and letting you run your fingers through his hair while you ramble about your day

Can’t fall asleep unless he’s touching some part of you

He has a horrible habit of smacking your ass any chance he gets (poor Ellie)

“You guys are gross,” she’s yelled across the room so many times you’ve lost count. Joel thinks it’s hilarious each time

“You’re gross,” he’ll accuse before letting go of you and turning to face her. “You don’t have to be so jealous. There’s enough Joel Miller to go around.” He teases before wrapping her in a big hug and spinning her around the room

Her squeals of laughter could power a whole city as she screams at him to put her down

Loves cooking even if it took him a long time to learn

You and Ellie grinned your way through some truly awful meals but he got better and now you actually look forward to when he cooks

Teaches Ellie how to cook even though she’s more impatient than he is

You manage to snap a Polaroid of the two of them at the stove with their backs to you and under it you wrote “Chefs Miller + Williams”

Oh my god the nicknames they would come up with for each other

Ellie Bellie was the first one and then it quickly divulged into Elle Belle, Bellie, Smellie, Smell, Elle, and so many more

At one point, you were each calling her Beleanor Roosevelt

Joel’s nicknames get cycled through pretty quickly: Joey, Jo Bro, Joel Bowl, Bowl, Grumpy McGrumps (curtesy of Ellie), Goel (Joel’s drunk alter-ego) and whatever else ends up sticking

Joel is one of the most intelligent men you have ever met and you would (and have) trusted him with your life but Jesus Christ is he oblivious when Ellie starts dating

Sarah wasn’t really interested in dating so Joel never had to talk to her about anything but with Ellie EVERYTHING is different

Ellie never really came out in the sense that she never sat you two down to have an emotional conversation. She just kinda came home with Cat and told you she was her girlfriend

You were being a typical protective figure for Ellie and asked Cat lots of questions but even then you weren’t sure if you thought Cat was right for Ellie. Joel, however, was surprisingly quick to welcome Cat and didn’t have any qualms about Ellie dating

When you asked him about it later, he shrugged and said, “I think it’s nice that Ellie has good girlfriends like her”

“No, Joel. Cat is Ellie’s girlfriend not a girlfriend”

“I’m lost”

Once you explain it to him, he goes into Ellie’s room and they talk for a long time about God knows what

Joel Miller may be from Texas but that man supports his daughter, no matter what

Neither of you ended up being a huge fan of Cat but once Ellie and Dina start dating, it’s over

Joel invites Dina over for dinner every chance he gets and embarrasses Ellie each time but Dina loves it

Subtly tries to teach Ellie love songs on the guitar

Ellie subtly lets him

You subtly fall deeper in love and the life you have built with them

In conclusion, Joel Miller would be the sweetest little domestic guy if given the chance.

Give me my last paragraph back or give me death 🍓🍓🍓

#ellie williams #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #joel and ellie #joel miller #joel miller drabble #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller headcanon #tlou headcanons #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

[starlitsawamura]

◟♡ ˒ POPSTAR!READER x BODYGUARD!ATSUMU

content warnings : explicit — secret relationship, praise, reader is called pretty girl & good girl, and jealous atsumu. word count : 0.6k | nsfw content ahead, eighteen plus only!

You loved meeting your fans and receiving all their letters and gifts. It was lost on you how you’d come to live in a reality where so many looked up to and adored you. But you tried to give back as much as you could, in ways you felt it mattered.

But Atsumu, while you were chatting up a storm, had to watch when one of them put their arms around you and hugged you a little too intimately for his liking. He’d caught a couple of them trying to eye him discreetly; seeing if they could get away with putting their hands too close to certain areas of your body. But when they’d meet eyes with him, the piercing glare they got in return always made the fan retreat back into their shell.

You were blissfully unaware every time and Atsumu believed that needed to change. Sure, the two am rendezvouses you and he shared were probably the most well-kept secret in the world. Despite the random Twitter theories about the two of you that circulated every few months. And as a widely known star, he’d never jeopardise the privacy of that or your good name, by acting out in public. He was more professional than that. At least that’s what he had to silently repeat to himself every time a fan got brave. But sometimes he caught himself wanting to leave marks, just to make it clear you were no one’s but his.

“‘Tsumu they could catch us,” you were white-knuckled, gripping the bathroom sink.

His chest was pressed up against your back, hand between your legs. He slipped it into your panties, rubbing soft circles into your clit as he pressed kisses into your neck. His other hand was next to yours on the sink, keeping you caged against his body.

You were wet and Atsumu collected it on his fingers so they’d slide around without resistance. He ate up all your little whimpers.

“Let them.” He kept a steady pace and the wetter you got, the harder he became.

He knew he couldn’t fuck you in this bathroom, no matter how badly he wanted to. He’d just have to wait til you were back on the road. But for now, he was fine just touching you, leaving you a needy mess for later. Because he knew you’d be coming to him for help and no one else.

“F-fuck,” you whispered, melting into him as your limbs gave way. “What’s gotten into you?”

“They’ve always got their hands on you,” Atsumu whined against your neck. “But you’re mine.”

You were his and it was something that slipped your mind while you were working. You didn’t mean to forget, you were just so focused on keeping the secret so he stayed protected. Your job demanded a lot of you and privacy was a blessing. Keeping him to yourself was your way of keeping him safe. Atsumu knew that but it meant keeping affection for private spaces, which was hard for both of you.

He put more pressure on your clit and nibbled at your skin. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You weren’t one to deny him and in seconds you were unraveling in his grasp. Breathless profanities spilled from your mouth as you gripped the sink for dear life. The strength drained from your limbs and Atsumu had to keep you upright. He sucked his fingers dry and then switched your positions, using the sink to support himself as he took on your weight.

He rubbed your back while you caught your breath, leaving soft kisses on your forehead.

“Good girl.”

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, softly slapping his chest.

Atsumu smirked, “I don’t see you cumming on anyone else’s fingers.”

“You cocky fuck.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “But I have every right to be when it’s you, beautiful.”

author’s note : might make a bodyguard au series cause this has so many tasty scenarios that my brain is dying to write.

© starlitsawamura ! do not repost outside of tumblr. do not steal or translate my work. for the love of all things unholy, do not share my work on tiktok or wattpad.

#love potion. #.hq #.atsumumiya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya smut #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #cw praise

[synamoly]

INK, E. YAEGER

tags/warnings: black coded! fem! reader + tattoo artist! eren, spanking (brief), breeding kink, mating press, unprotected sex, size difference, slight manhandling | 1.3k words

a.n: tis an apology for my slow updates to eternal

tattoo artist eren! who’s amassed millions of followers through his incredible tattoo skills. he only follows you on all of his accounts, even his professional account. he knows you hate it and he doesn’t care, even if the two of you are supposed to be separated for reasons still unresolved. your account is private, so fans are left curious about your connection to the famous tattoo artist.

tattoo artist eren! who’s pretty secretive about his life, enough for his followers to wonder what your importance is to him. enough for them to not know that you are the mother of his 6 month old daughter, noelle.

tattoo artist eren! who never misses any of noelle’s milestones despite your separation. calling you because he knows that today she turns six months old.

"bring her over today." with furrowed eyebrows, you shift your phone between your head and shoulders as you change yet another diaper. eren can hear her coos in the background. it only makes him miss her more—and you, but he's not sure if he's allowed to admit that.

"can’t, i’m about to drop her off at my parents house for a couple hours. i already promised them." you can hear him suck his teeth at your response.

"stop by the shop then, i wanna see my baby.” you sigh, not wanting to take any detours despite agreeing. besides, you can't make any excuses, especially since you have to drive past his shop to get to your parents house. eren hasn't seen noelle in a couple weeks due to work and you know how much he hates leaving her.

"fine, i’ll be there soon." you can already see the smirk on his face. he thanks you before you can hang up. you huff, leaning down to lift noelle with a kiss to her cheek, all fresh and clean now. "wanna see your papa today, huh baby?"

tattoo artist eren! who still can’t keep his eyes off you when you walk in with a long, cream colored maxi dress adorning your pretty brown skin. he greets you with a longer than needed hug, letting his hands linger on your lower back before eagerly reaching out for his baby. you can’t help but smile as he gives her a mini tour of his shop. he holds her with only one of his strong arms, his dark tattoos contrasting noelle's pink onesie.

tattoo artist eren! who makes you laugh when noelle begins crying in his arms. no matter what he tries, from gentle rocking to even making silly faces, she won’t stop. and you know exactly why she’s crying. he looks to you and all you can do is open your arms.

"oh, are you hungry sweet girl? you didn't wanna eat earlier." eren merely watches as you pull the straps of your dress down. her wails simmer down within seconds, mouth quickly finding your swollen nipple. you gently rub her back as she drinks, humming a small tune as well. you find yourself distracted, forgetting about eren's gaze until he speaks.

breastfeeding your child in your ex’s tattoo shop, huh.

"she eats a lot, doesn't she?" you nod.

"mhm, i wonder who she gets it from." he chuckles but doesn't say anything in return. the two of you merely observe the beautiful being you created together.

tattoo artist eren! who always seems to end up making your business his, closing up shop and tagging along with you to your parents. how you ended up in the passenger seat of your own car will be talked about another day. something about you being a bad driver. okay, you’ll let it slide. but you do know that little voice in your head is telling you that you didn’t need his help with grocery shopping…or carrying the groceries into your apartment.

tattoo artist eren! who makes you a babbling mess with his cock on your living room couch. your poor dress is stretched between erens fingers as he drives his cock into your sopping pussy. you feel stupid for allowing this happen, but you’ll think about that when his cock isn’t so deep in your tummy. he’s made you cum twice already, your poor couch cushions are soaked.

his hand releases your dress, stilling inside you just to push your dress all the way up your chest, just enough to reveal the tattoo down your spine. the one he did himself. the fine lines of black ink against your brown skin look oh so pretty. his hands smooth down your back, thumbs adding a gentle pressure to your spine. completely aware of your sensitivity to his touch.

pleasepleaseplease.

“missed you like this...” he murmurs, you hate how calm and collected he can be when he fucks you like this. he pays attention to all the little moans, breaths and shivers he gets out of you. how you’re dripping around him, how deep his cock is in you. “did you miss me too?” with your face buried into your forearms for any sort of stability, you can only glare at him through the side of your eye. tears beading at the corners. your lack of response irritates him.

“huh?” he raises his hand, landing on your ass with just enough pressure to sting. you yelp, the pain sending little bits of electricity to your pussy. “use your words.”

“m-missed you too! i missed you so much…!” the corners of his lip curve upward ever so slightly, satisfied with your answer. flipping you on your back, his hands push your legs back until your knees are against your chest. your eyes now see his full, disheveled appearance. his hair tie is long gone, letting those pretty tresses loose. a thin sheen of sweat over his tattoos on his chest. there’s a dark, almost scary look in his eyes. the last time eren was like this resulted in the birth of noelle.

his heavy cock rests in between your cunt, coated in all of your slick. he leans down, his gold chain brushing against your chest. his brown hair tickles your forehead, deep green eyes piercing into your own. your lips connect with his before he can. he missed those soft lips of yours, deepening the kiss until all he can hear is wet sounds and your little whimpers spilling into the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him closer to you. he doesn’t break the kiss when he presses his leaky tip against your hole, swallowing your moan when he presses in further all the way until he’s almost kissing your cervix.

he starts with slow, controlled thrusts before releasing the kiss and putting your legs over his shoulders. by now you can’t control your voice, and eren couldn’t be more happy. he can’t last long with a pussy like this, the way your walls flutter around him should be considered a crime. you’re squirming underneath him, your sweet essence dripping down his balls with every deep thrust. manicured nails brushing against his pelvis in an attempt to gently relieve some of the pressure.

he shakes his head, swatting away your fingers. “what happened to my big girl? take your dick like you used to.”

“s’been awhile…! i-i haven’t slept with anyone since you.” your voice gets quieter towards the end, turning your head to avoid his gaze.

his eyes soften, “fuck…you make it so hard for me to not put another baby in you, you know?” you scoff.

“very funny eren.” he sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair before he practically folds you in half.

“i’m not playing.”

tattoo artist eren! who receives a perplexed look from your parents—more specifically, your father. when he shows up right next to you at their door, ready to pick up noelle. your mother knows what’s going on, leaving you embarrassed when she gives you the all knowing look.

the call from your mother that night goes just how you expected.

“playing around like that is how i ended up with your brother.” you laugh, but you know there’s an underlying message in her words.

“i know, there’s just no getting rid of him.” you say, brushing his fly always from his sleeping face. the heavy arm currently wrapped around your waist is proof enough.

“oh honey, i know. i tried with your dad.”

#black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren x fem!reader #eren yaeger x you #eren x you #x black reader #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger x black reader

[raschuuuu]

Summary: Y/N is a famous YouTube vlogger and Ruben Dias a famous professional football player. They've been friends for a few months but never met. Now it's finally time for them to meet but what happens when one of them falls in love?

PART 2

Rating/genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Pairings: Ruben Dias x female reader

Word count: 862 words

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The same night I arrived in London, Ruben and I had another video call. And another three weeks later Ruben and I, of course, still kept in touch, but not that much because of one: He was busy and two: I've been busy too. I started filming vlogs again regularly.

I haven't told you what videos I'm shooting yet. I refer more to daily lifestyle vlogs or vacation vlogs. My videos like to be watched by girls and boys and I also film on twitch a few videos, which means I like to stream too.

Today I made plans to meet a good friend of mine, his name is Brett. Brett and I met at a little event in London, and he talked to me first there. It felt like Brett and I were friends forever. Brett was never in one of my videos, so he had a little debut today.

"Hey, guys, welcome to a new vlog from me! I hope everyone are doing fine. I'm meeting a friend of mine later, you've never met him, but he's a great person, and that's why I really want him to be in my vlog today." I said to the camera. „This is what I’m gonna be wearing today guys!“ I turned the camera around so you can see my OOTD in the mirror. I was on my way out and while I was walking I was talking to the camera.

When I got to the restaurant where I wanted to meet him, he was sitting there and I smiled at him. The camera was still filming all the time. "Here he is," I said with a big smile on my face, hugging Brett. Then I turned the camera around and Brett waved into the camera. „Guys this is my beste Brett!!!“ - "Hey, guys, I'm Brett," he said shyly. I had to laugh because I realized he must have been embarrassed. Brett and I sat in that restaurant and talked a lot, the camera kept filming. We told my viewers how we met, we made a lot of jokes, and after lunch at the restaurant, I continued to vlog. Brett and I had a nice day in London. We went into a couple of stores, I helped Brett to pick out a suit because he was soon invited to a wedding, and we went to a coffee shop and had coffee and cake. In the evening, we went to a bar and got drunk there. I finished my vlog the next morning in my bed. I had quite a hangover from the night before, and I said goodbye to my viewers.

I uploaded the vlog that same week on YouTube and got such nice comments from my viewers. Everybody loved Brett and wanted to have a vlog with him again as soon as possible.

When I was lying in my bed at night I watched at a documentation on Netflix and then I got a call from Ruben. "Hi," I said. "Hey," he said dry. "Are you all right?" - "Yes, I'm fine. Do you have a boyfriend now?", he asked all of a sudden. "No, why?" "I watched your vlog and it looked like you were dating," he said. I had to smile. What he and everyone else didn't know is that Brett likes dicks. Yeah he’s gay. He would probably try to hit on Ruben if he knew we were friends.

I decided to keep it to myself and not tell him. "Really? No, we don't date. But did you think we looked good together?" I asked. He didn't answer my question. I called his name. "No," he answered, and before I could say anything, he said, "I'll go to London and meet you tomorrow." Now I've been quiet. What's wrong with him? Why does he want to come all of a sudden?

"Of course you can come, but why all of a sudden? We didn't plan anything and I didn't clean up. I don’t have any food here. I need to buy food. Oh, God, I don't have anything at home," I replied and suddenly I got stressed. "I've just made a spontaneous decision. You don't need to buy anything. I'm gonna get a hotel. I'll come with Arabella. I'd like you to meet her. We're just getting to know each other, and I think it can be serious with her." He said, and somehow I felt weird. And if I'm honest with you, I felt jealousy as well. He didn't tell me anything about her when I was with him, and why would he want to introduce me to his situationship or whatever the fuck she is? "Uhm, sure I'd love to meet your girlfriend." I lied. I don't want to meet her. "But does she know about me? Did you tell her about me because I'm not really unknown and I don't want her to think anything wrong." - "Yes, I told her we were friends. She was surprised, but she was happy and she loves to watch your videos. We watched your video with Brett together. Her idea was to go on a double date together."

OH OH HELP!

#Ruben Dias #Ruben Dias fic #Ruben Dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #mancity #manchester city #football fic #football imagine #footballer one shot

[ryusuisloveinterest]

henloo ‼️ how has everything been lately? i hope you're alright and having a nice day/night <3

can i make a request for Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo and Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o reader? nothing too fancy, just them being comforting because it is actually a very frustrating condition most of the time, haha

that would be it, tysm 🫶

hi anon (you’re now 🐳 anon)! I tried my best because I’m not that familiar with what people with dyslexia go through so if anything so insensitive or offensive I’m sorry and please let me know🙏 I hope you like it💗

Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo, & Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o🫶

Ryusui:

I don’t see Ryusui really noticing at first lol. If anyone were to ask him if you have dyslexia he’d probably just shrug and be all like “idk but who cares?”

When he sees the red on your face when he points out you’re sentence is missing some words he feels so bad

“Love I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m so sorry I just want you to make a good grade that’s all!”

“I know Ryusui… it’s just so hard dealing with this…”

“With what?”

“Ryusui you know I’m dyslexic right? Ryusui?”

Immediately goes to Senku💀

He wants to know how he can help you

If you want a professional to help with your words and/or writing than bet Ryusui will have like 10 of the best at your doorstep in 10 minutes 

If you just wanted some encouragement than Ryusui’s got plenty of it!

“Hey love it’s alright. Take your time I’ll be here to listen.”

He’s always here for you to vent and to listen no matter what

Sai:

Sai is more likely to catch on, but doesn’t want to say anything because he’s worried he’ll offend you if he’s wrong

He does bring it up though when he sees you having a hard time reading a menu at a restaurant 

“Darling do you want me to read it for you?”

With a blush you nod, that’s all he needs to know

He has no problem helping you 

He makes sure that if you spelt something wrong or need help reading something to whisper it so you’re not embarrassed 

If you ever get frustrated he’s definitely someone to go to. He’s not good with words but while hold you and let you vent

Ukyo: 

He heard you mumbling to yourself when he found out 

“Damn this stupid dyslexia…”

He never brought it up to you but definitely helped a lot

When he talks to you he always waits with a smile for your response 

“Sorry Ukyo, it just takes some time for me to find my words…”

“Hey don’t ever be sorry! Take all the time you need.”

If you ever misspell something he’ll either whisper it to tell you and give you a small sign like gently tapping your shoulder or motioning his head towards the word

He wants to help you in anyway you can, so if you wanna read to him to help yourself then he’s gonna listen

If you wanna write him little notes he’ll read them and identify any changes if needed

“Take deep breaths baby, we’ll get through this together!”

Tsukasa:

He found out when you went to one of his matches

You help a sign that read I love you Tuskasa!! 

He didn’t say anything to you after the match, but Mirai did 😀 kids are so bold I swear

“Big sis that’s not how you spell Tsukasa’s name!”

Your face immediately reddens as you look at the sign again. You didn’t recognize it at first but after slowly reading it you found the issue

“O-oh…my bad. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s alright princess. No harm done, in fact I love the sign.”

After that Tsukasa asked you about it and told you Mirai didn’t mean any harm in what she said 

“It’s alright my prince, I’m just embarrassed. The whole arena saw that stupid sign.”

“Hey I told you I love it so don’t talk bad about it!”

His next match it was hanging on his side of the ring❤️

He’ll help you in anyway he can 

He also talks to Mirai so she understands of course she gives you a big hug and apologizes

God forbid someone else gives you crap for it cause he’ll knock them straight out without hesitation 

Random dude: “you spelt this wrong. What’re you a kindergartn-“

Tsukasa smacks the shit outta him know he’s knocked out

“Come on y/n let’s go.”

No one messes with his girl

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami headcanons #ryusui nanami x reader #dr stone x reader #sai nanami #sai nanami x y/n #sai nanami x reader #ukyo saionji headcanons #ukyo saionji x reader #ukyo saionji #tsukasa shishio headcanons #tsukasa shishio x reader #tsukasa shishio

[w1ldthoughts]

The Forgotten One Chapter Four: You’re my Best Friend

Series Masterlist

Warning: Mentions of medication and injuries as well as trauma.

The first month after the accident was spent gingerly easing back into somewhat of a normal routine. Jack had physical therapy three times a week for his shoulder, got rid of the sling and prepared himself to head back to work. You had been recommended by your doctors to move at your own pace. You took up yoga and daily walks, anything to ease the mind and get you to relax enough to allow the memories to come flooding back naturally. The two of you had stopped putting pressure on getting you to remember and simply started over as friends. Jack was a fantastic roommate and you could see glimpses of why you fell for him so hard. He knew you like the back of his hand: your favorite shows, foods, music. And you began to unpack a lot of things about him too, like his disdain for the color yellow and his obsession with Pokemon cards.

But the most important part was the little things. He never forgot to give you your meds and a cup of water before bed. One afternoon he came back from PT and covered you with a blanket after you had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the living room. And there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t check in and ask how you were feeling and if there was anything he could do to help. Another thing you’d added to your routine was a weekly status report where you asked each other a series of questions regarding the state of your mental health. You asked each other about nightmares, things that were plaguing your minds during normal day-to-day activities and if there was anything either of you needed to get off your chest that you felt only the other would understand. He felt like less of a stranger and more of a partner in crime and that had made this time so much more comfortable.

“Now that I’m finally able to drive and we can go out and do things, I made plans for us this week.” Jack plops down onto the couch next to you, stealing a grape out of your bowl.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anticipation, “What are we getting into?”

“Several things, but I’m taking us to our first stop right now. So I’m going upstairs to change into something casual. We aren’t doing anything crazy.”

Thirty minutes later the two of you headed off in Jack’s car to your unknown location. You let out a laugh when he pulled into a parking spot and announced that this was the first stop.

“Main Event?” You giggled, “I haven’t been to one of these since—”

“Our first date.” He finished for you. “This is where I took you after finally convincing you to go out with me.”

“This is amazing. My first date with the son of a billionaire was at a massive arcade.” You shook your head, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “Alright then, let’s do this. Might have lost my memory but I will never lose my competitive spirit. Are you ready to get your ass beat in these games Mr. Harlow?” You gave him a cocky smirk.

There’s my girl, he thought to himself.

He unfortunately got the best of you in pop-a-shot but you did beat him at air hockey. Then you headed over to the skeeball area and it got him thinking.

Four years earlier…

“What the fuck? Are you some sort of skee ball professional or something, what is this?” Jack cackled, watching you land in the 100 slot for the third time in a row. “Here I thought I was going to impress you with my ticket earnings and get you a massive bear but you might have to get me one.”

He’d reserved the entire building for three hours just for the two of you. “You know, I’m really glad you didn’t bring me to some Michelin star restaurant with seven one-bite courses. This is so much better.”

Jack grabs the ball from you, rolling it into the 40 slot, a look of disappointment written all over his body. You hugged his arm and gave him a pat on the back, “you’ll get ‘em next time buddy, maybe you’ll even be as good as me when you grow up.”

He kisses the smile off your face and every one of your pores oozes happiness. You were on a date with your fucking boss and you were actually enjoying it. You enjoyed being with him and it was apparent with the intensity of the kiss that he felt lasted a lifetime. He wanted to keep kissing you, keep laughing with you and keep enjoying every moment he got to spend with you, as long as you’d allow it.

The two of you walked over to the prize station at the end of your adventure and you let Jack pick out a prize that he happily walked around with for the rest of the day.

“Wait…is that why you have that giant blue teddy bear in your room?” You laughed, taking a bite of your pizza as you watched him nod.

He gives you a warm smile. “Sometimes when I miss you I just grab him and put him in the bed so I have something to hold on to. It’s one of my favorite memories of us. Just having fun, playing silly games without any care in the world.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine the heartache he must feel every day. Seeing you but not being able to be with you in a way that he’d gotten used to. But it felt nice to hear him talk about your past without as much sadness in his eyes as the first days, if you had to guess it was probably a bit therapeutic.

“Well, what prize are you going to pick out with these tickets?” You asked, looking at the bag full of them.

“You should choose.” He nodded his head towards the prizes when you got there.

The two of you stood there for a second as you pondered your decision. “I think I want the purple bear with the bowtie. Purple is your favorite color, right?”

He clears his throat, physically getting rid of the lump forming there. “Um yeah—yeah purple is my favorite color, I only mentioned that once. Glad you remembered.”

“Okay so I’ll get the purple one then.” You thanked the employee when he handed it to you and you let Jack carry it out to the car. “You know that blue is my favorite color which is probably why you got it, so that’s why I got this one. Now we each have a bear in our beds and even though we’re not connected like how we used to be, we can make new memories that are just as special.”

Jack nodded slowly and pulled you in for a hug, letting out a sigh of relief when you returned his embrace. Maybe this walk down memory lane was just what the doctor ordered.

The next stop on the tour was a visit to your old apartment building, the one you vividly remembered. It was completely empty and the walls had been painted a sleek cool gray instead of the white chipped walls that you were used to.

“How did you get access to this place?”

“I bought it.” Jack states plainly. “Wanted to turn this into an extra space for you to do whatever you wanted since you mentioned how much you loved it. So I was planning on refurbishing it to whatever you decided but obviously we didn’t get around to it.”

Ew, he really really loved you and the little crush on him that you’d been pushing down for the last couple of weeks was getting harder to hide. “Okay so, this was my apartment. Why is this what you called the most important place on memory lane?”

Three Years Earlier…

“You really need to start being more serious. Captain America: The Winter Soldier is so much better than Iron Man 2 and you know that! Steve having to literally fight to the death against his childhood best friend and then realizing it was Bucky? Please, that is cinema.” You scoff, tossing another Sour Patch Kid into your mouth.

Jack throws his head back in laughter, irking your nerves even more. “You think anything with Chris Evans is ‘cinema’ so I don’t really wanna hear it.”

“Says the guy who drools every time he watches an episode of The Sopranos!” You point your finger at him for emphasis, “you have no room to talk.”

“Aw, is my baby jealous of Meadow Soprano? Come here.”

You resist his advances by turning your head back to the screen in front of you. Jack moves closer and closer until he’s sitting on top of you on the couch. “Jack move, you’re heavy.”

“Not until you give me a kiss.”

“No, just move. I can’t breathe.” You laugh as he holds your face in his large hands, scooting to the side to take some of his weight off of you, but not entirely getting off your lap.

Jack sighs as you close your eyes. “Look at me.” You shake your head and he repeats himself until you blink your eyes open. “There she is. Meadow ain’t got nothing on you baby…trust me.”

“You’re my favorite thing in the world. My one and only. And I would still love you even if you chose Chris Evans over me.”

You swore the Earth stopped spinning for a second. “You what?”

“I said, I would still love you even if—”

“You love me?” You whispered, a tingling sensation brewing in your legs that wasn’t from your boyfriend sitting on them. You felt like you were floating.

He let out a stifled laugh and gave you a gentle kiss. “I love you. So much. I love everything about you. And I’m not saying that just so you can say it back, I really mean that. I—”

“I love you too Jack. I really do, even if you do have shitty Marvel movie takes.”

Jack couldn’t wait until those three words came out of your mouth again. But he knew it would be worth it so just for that, maybe he could wait as long as it took, just to feel how he felt that day.

The two of you then headed over to Churchill Downs Inc., where everyone welcomed you with warm hugs and so much love. This really was the best place to work and you couldn’t wait to catch up on everything and head back to a somewhat normal life. And making money again didn’t sound too bad either. Jack walked with you upstairs and there was a man sitting at a desk in front of what you now noticed was your office door.

“Y/n, this is your assistant Ben. Ben, we’re just here to let her see the place and check everything out, shouldn’t be too long.” Jack reassures him, sensing that Ben was busy.

The man, who you now know as Ben, stands up anyway. “It’s so good to see that you’re out and about again. Do you guys need anything? Coffee or snacks? I just restocked your mini fridge in there just in case.”

“Thank you Ben, but I think I’m good for now.” You told him with a smile. He gives you a simple nod and returns the smile, all of his pearly whites on display. Cleo calls Ben’s phone and asks him to come to her office as Jack opens the office door and you follow right behind him.

“How long have I had this assistant? He seems to know every single thing about me.” You observe, opening the door to the mini fridge to find it full of your favorite drinks and the cabinet stocked with snacks that you thought only Jack knew you liked.

Jack leans on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Um, maybe like a year? Probably a little longer. He’s good at his job though, he’s been keeping track of your progress reports and other stuff while we’ve been gone. And you seemed to like him before the accident so he’s probably overdue for a raise honestly.”

“Yeah you should give him one, he seems like he knows what he’s doing and he’s clearly doing it well.” You didn’t know why you felt so strongly about this since you just met him, but you felt like you needed to let Jack know that this was important to you.

He didn’t say another word, just let you look around until you got bored and then asked if you were ready to head home. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and headed back to Jack’s car so he could drive the two of you back to his—your shared house.

While you showered and got ready for the night, you thought back to the man you met earlier. You had to admit that Ben was cute and something about him felt peaceful and familiar, the kind of ease that took a month to build with Jack, who you supposedly were madly in love with. It made you feel bad so you ignored the nagging feeling and headed downstairs to find the curly haired man rapping along to some song called ‘Industry Baby?’ You still had things to catch up on but Jack was so busy with his salmon and the song to even notice you coming into the kitchen. He looked so free and happy that it made your heart swell. You wondered how many times you’d seen this sight, your man cooking dinner for you, serenading you along the way and listening to music together while you cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. The song “You are the Reason” came up as you placed the last utensil in the dishwasher and Jack reached out to you.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked and you dried your hands off to join him. You allowed him to pull you into his arms, slowly swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together seamlessly. He spun you around a few times and welcomed you back in, your head resting on his chest as the hand that wasn’t holding yours made its way around your waist. You found yourself resting your arms around his neck, taking a look in his eyes, a toothy grin appearing on his face. This was the closest you two had been since you woke up and your heart was beating in your ears when you found yourself looking at his lips. The thought of kissing him was exhilarating and he leaned down to press his nose against yours, his touch tickling your skin. He leaned in tentatively and luckily your hands were already around his neck so you pulled him down to you, your lips connecting in a tender kiss, the most delicate one you’d ever experienced and those feelings of anticipation and nerves melted away and made way for—nothing.

You felt nothing. No fireworks or warm sensation in your body sending shivers down your spine like you expected. You were kissing your boyfriend for god’s sake. The man who had literally dropped everything and catered to your every whim the last month and three weeks and now you were finally doing something with some sort of romantic intimacy and it left you feeling…empty.

It was too much. You frantically pulled away, feeling tears brewing in your eyes and Jack looked at you, clearly concerned.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” He gave you a look over to see if there were physical signs of pain like bloodshot eyes or a pronounced vein on the side of your head that he now had come to learn you got when you had a migraine.

“I didn’t—I didn’t feel anything when we kissed.” You sobbed, a hot tear burning its way down your cheek. “Nothing came back either. I thought, I thought something would come to me, maybe even a flash of a memory, anything really.”

He sighs and runs his hands up and down your shaky arms. “It’s okay, we’re okay. We don’t have to rush anything, the way we’re headed is just fine it’s not—”

“Aren’t you concerned that I didn’t feel anything? No spark no—no butterflies, nothing! That doesn’t scare you?” You stressed, stepping back from him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re recovering from a traumatic brain injury y/n, a true love's kiss isn’t going to magically fix it and I recognize that. We have to be patient. Take it a day at a time like we said?”

“I’m TIRED of being patient Jack. It’s been a month and I still have no idea who the hell I'm supposed to be. I don’t want to wait anymore.” The tears would not stop flowing and you couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. Things weren’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jack rushes out, alarms sounding off in his head.

You didn’t know what to say so you didn’t say anything, he watched you walk upstairs to your room and heard the door close. He took his time heading up to his room, stopping at your room for a few minutes, listening to your sobs through the door. All he could do was shed a few tears of his own, knowing deep down that he was losing his best friend.

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[tarttheart]

PRECIOUS LOVE CHAPTER 10: JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you finally make some progress.

word count: 960 words

warnings: language

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chapter 10: to be a better man

It took three days for you to think that maybe you deserved better. It started with Michael pulling you into a big hug when you told him you did not think it was going to work out. He went on to reassure you that there was a long line of fit footballers you could choose from because you were, in his words, “fit as fuck”. Then, the multiple messages from Rebecca and Keeley reminding you that you were brave and amazing. Finally, there were the flowers from the De Bryunes as a little cherry on top with a strongly worded reminder about what a wonderful person you were after you messaged Kevin and Michele a sincere and heartfelt apology for being so unavailable.

So, you decided it was time to properly invest in getting better. You had had enough of a go on your own without professional help and it had gotten you nowhere. Sure, you had travelled heaps around the various regions you had been assigned to while away and done some self-care as you had initially grieved. That had been great but then, hyperfocusing on work thereafter had definitely been counterproductive. While it was great that you finally had some semblance of a social life now, calling it progress was a bit of a stretch given you had been processing for four years albeit somewhat half-heartedly.

Seeing Dr Sharon was hard. There was a lot she had needed to set right in the initial sessions. There were a lot of tears and days spent holed up at home trying to grapple with all that had come to pass. But, as the sessions wore on, you could feel some light coming back into your life and the light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel.

Slowly, you allowed yourself to be around more things football-related. First, it was Nelson Road for an actual in-person appointment with Dr Sharon. Dr Sharon suggested it and you were not about to shy away from the challenge after making as much progress as you had. Although you had spent the better part of 15 minutes hyperventilating outside before stepping foot into the facility, what mattered was you did. Sessions expanded to having lunch and drinks with Keeley and Rebecca in Rebecca’s office. Sure, part of the reason you had had lunch with Rebecca the first time was because you had heard ruckus in the locker room and seen players streaming out as you had started down the stairs so you had retreated to Rebecca’s office for safety. Yes, it might have been rooted in fear initially but being able to be at Nelson Road was progress in itself.

Then, you started attending games with Rebecca and Keeley. The first time, Richmond were playing Aston Villa away and you happened to be in Birmingham to visit a client. Given the meeting was scheduled for a Friday, you had decided to extend your trip to Sunday to give yourself a little bit of breathing room between train journeys. But, that was where the breathing room ended. The other director had taken to you and decided to make a weekend out of it with you as their unwilling partner (something about a bad breakup and ideal girls’ trip).

You: HELP PLEASE. She was chatting to me from outside the cubicle.

Rebecca: Oh god.

Keeley: don’t hate me babes but

Keeley: what about coming to the game?

You: can I sit in the back and scroll through IG the entire time?

You: you know what, doesn’t matter. She is trying to book us in for costume karaoke. I’m in.

You had originally said you would sit in the back and ignore everything going on but were quickly sucked into the spirit of it all. How could you not? It was an exciting one with Richmond kicking a goal to win it all in the last two minutes of the match. Being in and amongst it all had brought back memories, fond memories of attending Man City matches with the De Bryunes as an extra set of hands for the children. You realised in that moment that football was not as painful a memory as you had thought it would be now. So, when the next opportunity arose to join Rebecca and Keeley in the box, you took it and you remembered that look of pride the two had as they pulled you in for a hug when you had agreed.

Taking the step to actually joining in the team celebrations and being around the team took a little more. You had started making regular appearances around Nelson Road and at matches, enough to spark speculations amongst players about your identity. Did Keeley have a new investor? Maybe Rebecca’s personal lawyer?

Jamie sat in the locker room, overcome by a weird feeling of almost deja vu after catching glimpses of you in the hallways. He always managed to dodge you before you caught sight of him, thanks to the recent agility training he had been keeping up but seeing you stirred something within him nonetheless. He remembered the way you laughed and squealed whenever they won. He remembered the way you always hugged him when he needed it. He remembered how you would give him a thumbs up whenever he looked mad about something and how it made his frustrations disappear if only for a second.

“Oh, that’s who you’re talking about. Guess she must know Keeley and Rebecca too but she’s neither an investor nor a lawyer. She works with Michael,” Colin explained one day.

“Whatever her name is, she seems like a good bottle of Nebbiolo. Elegant, understated, well-liked and very, very good.”

Fuck Richard and his perfect fucking analogy, Jamie thought to himself.

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[matenrou-fan]

medically unethical anon here! can i request Jakurai with a female patient who has a lot of trauma and mental/physical issues from surviving abuse who Jakurai tries to treat, but falls in love with and they begin dating?? his s/o being apprehensive and witdrawn a lot and how he would deal with that. also possibly the s/o has a lot of unhelthy coping mechanisms and he is trying to help whatever means necessary. i won't ask for nsfw, but if you can - please that too.

Jakurai falling in love with his fem! patient

hiii!! hii anon!! I'm really hoping it's just some of your fantasies and you didn't experience this in real life, please don't be shy to ask for help if abuse is actually part of your life!

Also, I'm not a professional doctor so I apologize in advance if there is something wrong from a medical standpoint!!

femreader, hurt/comfort, mention of meds and injections, mention of trauma and violation of morality obvs;;

-When Jakurai started working as a doc, he not only gave the Hippocratic oath, but also promised himself to never involve his personal life into his work.

-No dates with other docs, nurses, and especially patients. He wanted to only show his platonic, fatherly love for everyone around here. And he kept his promise for the ages of his practice.

-But that's when you appeared, with your tragic story and terrible background. Of course, due to your serious condition, it was decided that the best doctor in Shinjuku Central Hospital would take care of you now. And of course it was Jakurai.

-Despite his mysterious vibe he gives off most of the time, he is actually pretty sensitive during work hours and all patients get deep in his heart, especially a problem one, like you.

-"Don't worry now, s/o.." - after listening to your story, Jakurai whispers, in his angelic, soft manner, warming you with his caring gaze. - "You would be safe and healthy here.."

-Since the very beginning, he would pay a big, careful attention to your everyday check ups, spending more time near your sickbed than near other patients as you actually needed more time with all your trauma.

-But even after you get more used to the hospital and healed a little, Jakurai still would peering in your ward at least a few times a day.

-He's always trying to get to know his patiences closer to understand their mood and specific behavior, so of course he would talk with you too. If your past still hurts too much, he wouldn't ask about that, just trying to get a little talk with you during his lunch break.

-So very quickly doc notices how anxious you are, silent and scared around other people, even around him. And it actually hurt his soul very much, seeing such a nice, kind girl suffering so much, as you're frightened every time nurses try to give you new meds or do an injection. And sometimes you start crying without any reason..

-Literally treats you like a porcelain doll, always warning you if he needs to touch or get too close to you, as he doesn't want to trigger any bad memories. And every time his hands touch your body, it's always so careful and light, as he shows you that you can trust him, that he only projects an air of positivity and softness.

-Even if you suddenly start to scream or get a tantrum, he never raises his voice, and will strictly order other doctors and nurses to do the same. You're hurted and only healing right now, after all, and he doesn't hold grudges on traumatized people.

-"Here, s/o, here.. I'm here for you, okay?" - his chest is so warm and voice so soothing as he embraces you in a gentle hug, letting you cry and vent to him as much as you want. - "No one will ever touch you again, you're safe.."

-You're safe. This is one of the phrases he would repeat a lot, trying to reduce your fears.

-Cause you start to get too important to him, get too deep in his heart where he wishes he can keep you forever, protected and loved. Doc knows it's against any morals, yet every meeting with you makes his day better, and he works hard to make it better for you too.

-But it doesn't mean he would let you slack off. Your unhealthy coping mechanisms like excessive sleep and avoidance makes him worry about your mental health and he elaborates on these issues with you every day.

-Well, of course Jakurai is not a magician, as he's more of a therapist than psychologist, so there's other docs who's working with you. And he always asks them about your well-being and progress. This is not suspicious, as people around here get used to this genius doctor being so generous and avuncular to everyone, when actually his heart gets pricked every time he thinks about your suffering.

-He also would help you in this, trying to make you focus on small but important tasks, or having small emotionally focused sessions with you, talking with you about good aspects of your life and teaching you some tips to relieve stress or calm down when panic starts arising in your chest.

-Always stop you from comparing yourself to other people, especially when you start trying to find flaws in your personality that cause such things to happen to you.

-"No, s/o, look at me.." - Jakurai takes your hands in his and looks at you with a serious face. He does try to keep himself being soft yet he can't help but furrowed his brows, not because he's annoyed with your behavior, but because this topic was really important in your recovery. - "There's nothing wrong with you. You didn't deserve anything that happened to you, and it's not your fault.."

His arm reaches your forehead and caresses it slowly, as he buries his fingers in your locks, such a warm and pleasing feeling that you didn't for so long..

"Never be ashamed of your past, it's not you who caused this, and no one should treat you differently because of it, understand..?" - a small smile appears on Jakurai's lips as he notices how you lean closer to his hand. - "You're as important as everyone around here.."

-But do you? Because now it seems like you are more important than others, at least for Jakurai and his heart, as he starts asking more and more about your feelings every day. He does look happy with you around but you notice some sight of sadness in his eyes, through this wave of care.

-Well, because he's still struggling with this affection for you, realizing with every day how much you affected him and his life. Jakurai can't just leave you now, even when you will be completely healed, as these thoughts about you and your future worry him a lot. Go hand in hand with you in this path of life, supporting and helping each other.. This is what he dreams about now.

-And even if you would show signs of affection to him too, he would just ignore them or try to softly avoid this topic. As most of the time Jakurai thinks it's something logical. You were treated so badly for so long, of course you would fall for anyone who would give you proper love and care, and he doesn't want to make any benefit from this.. Just sometimes he really thinks about your feelings as something mutual, laying in his bed late at night and still seeing your sad yet so angelic face..

-Only after some time, when this itching feeling in his soul grows at an almost unbearable level, Doc slowly will put aside his moral principles, reciprocate you.

-Yet still, it would be the same care, just maybe he would start to give you more compliments, sitting closer and just sometimes allowing himself something flirty in very light tones. Jakurai knows it's a trap yet can't help but fall into it, forgetting about his own promise.

-So yeah, it takes many times before he actually would make a serious straight move and tell you about his love. Maybe when you get more progress and would be almost healed, only then he wouldn't mind trying something.

-"S/o, always remember that you're important to many people around you.." - he sat next to you in your ward, placing hand on your one, slim long fingers caressing your knuckles. - "You're important to me as well.. More than any other patient.. I love you."

-Of course no one should know about your relationship. In front of everyone his touches and soft talks only within reason. He doesn't want to lose you and his job after you two get so far, after all.

-When you're all alone, only here he can loosen up a little, holding your hand more firmly or touching your face so tenderly, with deep loving gaze.. Just a few light kisses before he needs to go to check another patient, promising to return in the evening.

-"Darling, wait for me, okay..? And so you wouldn't get bored.." - he takes out a few papers and pens, placing them on your table. - "Please, list the things you feel grateful for.. Or maybe try to draw some place where you would feel happy, okay? I promise to give you a treat for this job, my dear.."

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[starsunderwaterr]

Headcanons for Agent 4!Reader Dating Marie! (pt. 2)

This one’s long! Not sorry tho (>ᴗ•)

All characters involved are 18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: PTSD episode, swearing

Ngl, I can definitely see the stress of managing her fame and work (especially now that she runs Deep Cut) getting to her at times

Even if she becomes really irritable and snappy, you always manage to pull her away from her work (probably because she knows you won’t let down)

Marie had been working on the time cards, etc. for Deep Cut for almost 3 hours now, and you knew she was long due for a break

You knew your Marie, so you barged into her office and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away from the desk

“(Y/N), no! I need to finish these documents.”

You groaned and looked back at her, your hard expression softening, “Marie, you need to take a break. You’re gonna make yourself sick or sprain a tentacle from writing so much! I’m worried about you..”

Hearing you say this made her sigh heavily, and if you looked closely, you could even see her eyes welling up with tears (GAHH POOR BABY)

A good, tight hug always gets her to relax, as well getting her to open up, even if it ends in her crying out of frustration

You’re her home, man. Please hold her, as being surrounded by you is what makes her feel happy (´;ω;｀)

When she’s done venting, please please kiss her forehead and reassure her. Girlie needs to know it’s going to be okay even if she knows it will be

She has a lot of stress, not only with work and fame, but with being a part of the Splatoon

Being the selfless agent you are, you always made sure that your workaholic girlfriend took care of herself and relaxed before you did anything

You’ll bring her tea, her favorite food, take her out on a walk—anything to clear her head for a little bit

Callie and Gramps adore you

You’re best buds with Callie and will join her sometimes in friendly fire against your shared loved one, even if it means Marie shuns you from makeout sessions for a week

You can’t deny, annoying Marie is like annoying a cat (to my fellow cat owners, you know how enjoyable it is to get back at them)

Callie definitely helps you come up with literal plans for annoying Marie in the most effective ways possible

You touch her charger, that girl goes berserk

One time she caught you about to put a tomato sticker on it, in mid-air

Needless to say, you got a good laugh out of the look on her face, but ended up wincing in the process (you were also forbidden to have makeout sessions with her for another week)

She literally chased you around the apartment in squid form it was TERRIFYING

Sometimes, she can’t help but laugh at the stabs you make against her because they’re just that good

One time you called her a “Professional Bitch Spreader” and she laughed so hard she almost had to respawn

Only you can say that stuff, though, because she loves you that much

If anyone dare say anything remotely similar, she’s splatting them in an instant.

The two of you pretend to hate each other and will keep the hatred façade going out of sheer enjoyment, but the second someone asks why you’re dating you both give them dagger eyes

Literally your dynamic: “Man, fuck you, you bitch” “ya mama” (pllleaasseee tell me someone gets this reference)

She loves you so much, but she almost never says it

She’s generally more action-oriented with her love

For example, she’ll willingly grab your hand in public if she wants to show you off or when something shocking happens for reassurance

Will notice your interests and surprise you with something you’ve been wanting for awhile

Loves watching your face light up when you see that it’s the item you’ve wanted for so long

You can count on her to generally direct her body towards you in public settings and be much more relaxed and happy when you’re near

LOVES the way you smell and will steal your clothes, blankets, hats

“Marie, have you seen my Firefin hat??”

“Nooooooo…..”

“MARIE GIVE IT BACK-“

Knows her worth but still likes to dress up for you and impress you

You think it’s absolutely adorable when you guys meet up and she has a new outfit, so naturally, you ask her about it

And ofc her smug ass goes “Oh, this? It’s just a little something I picked up the other day” acting like she didn’t ask her designer the week before to make her a new outfit

Gives you a little twirl or two and will have that sheepish smile on her face as she watches your reaction

Of course, you’re always left standing there staring and starstruck at how beautiful she is

You’re her #1 hype person <3

Also loves to sing to you if you’ll let her

Even if she acts all surprised and embarrassed about doing it, she’s thought about the scenario so many times in her head

She’s written a lot of songs about you but will seldom tell you which ones out of sheer embarrassment but you can always guess which ones they are

Secretly feels really guilty for not stepping in more to help you fight the Octarians because she knows how badly it affected you, especially right after it was all over

Has sung you to sleep and will continue to sing you to sleep if you have a nightmare from your times in Octo Canyon

Marie was spending the night at your place, sleeping peacefully next to you in bed when she began to be roused by you thrashing and mumbling hurriedly in bed

You were sweating like crazy, breathing so fast you were barely getting air, and your face was trapped in a painful expression

You were lost in a nightmare, stuck with the vision of being cornered by DJ Octavio’s Octobot King, Callie being far too gone to save

You didn’t want to fail the Squidbeak Splatoon…Callie…Marie

She had been there for you the whole battle, and had supported you through it all. You couldn’t let her down.

But here you were, getting slammed to death with ink that wasn’t yours

You woke up abruptly, feeling Marie’s warm hands on your freezing body shaking you awake

“(Y/N)! Snap out of it!”

One look at her concerned face was enough to make your sobs burst out

You hugged her tightly, repeating over and over that you didn’t want to fail her and that you were sorry

Marie was shocked. She knew that you had nightmares, but she never knew that you felt this bad

The only way she was able to get you to calm down was to hold you and sing you to sleep as you whimpered in her arms

That night was the first night you told Marie you loved her. You whispered it to her as you took one last glance at her before falling asleep

And to your immense surprise, she said it back

Girlie loves you more than anything in the world and is so grateful that you love her and take care of her :>

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #marie x reader splatoon #marie splatoon #splatoon marie #marie x reader #agent 4 x marie #marie x agent 4 #so slay so cute #im obsessed

[wicked-futures]

Project Minx [Two]

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word-Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety

Summary: You arrive on base and meet the 141

Notes: I want to thank you for all the support I got on chapter one. I really appreciate it, and I'm sorry it has taken so long to write #2. Between finals coming up and getting incredibly sick this week, it's been hard getting it out! (But I did anyways) As always, Grammarly is my beta read so if something is off, please let me know!

The drugs had been flushed out of your system fully over a few hours, and you had gotten to take another small nap. You felt better than ever and you were antsy to start the next leg of your journey. Getting out of bed, you stretched for a moment. You thanked the medical ward for its hospitality, but the uncomfortable bed was something you could live without. 

“Good morning, you’re looking a hell of a lot better,” Jessica entered your room with a big smile plastered across your face. She was excited that you were feeling good, and she also looked like she finally got some sleep. She handed you a plain manilla folder, with no identifying details other than “Task Force 141.”

“Got the rest of the info on the group you’re teaming up with,” She stated, nodding at you to open the folder. Inside was information on the group, the missions they had completed, and overall descriptions of the members. They were impressive, to say the least, and seemed way too good for the job that was Dmitri Volkov. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion, weren’t they a little too overqualified?

“There is reason to suspect Volkov’s operation is a lot bigger than we thought, so you got paired with the big dogs on the request of Kate Laswell,” Big alright, these men looked like they fought fires and saved kittens as a hobby. You were used to working with big army men during your years, but this task force was different and even more hardened than the others.

“Good luck with them girl, you’re gonna need it.” Jess giggled in your direction when she saw your eyes widen in surprise.

“Wait, you’re not coming with me?” You asked, snapping your eyes up from the page. Jessica had been with you this whole mission and was just as important as you were. The thought of continuing the mission without her made you feel odd, felt wrong.

“They’re having me stay here, do more research on Volkov himself. Since I’m not crazy about combat, I’m more of a stationary help over here. You always know where to find me though Minx, remember that.” And you did, you could list several ways to get a hold of the woman. 

When you were ‘officially’ friends, she gave you just about every form of communication she had. It made it easy in case one of them got compromised or if there were any other complications. Giving the woman a quick hug, you waved to her as she left.

You read through the files for a moment longer, using the spare moments you had. A nervous feeling crept up at the thought of you being the only female on the team. Being a woman in the field, it had been pretty common to see a small number compared to men working. Especially after working on mostly solo missions for so long, having a team to work with 24/7 seemed weird. When they were as accredited and intimidating as they were, it made you feel as if you were going to be out of place.

Shutting the folder back up, you decided to get ready for departure and out of your feels. The 141 was a group of extreme professionals, and you wanted to get off on the right foot. Grabbing your spare items left in the med ward, you went to retrieve your items from the barracks.

It was almost bittersweet, leaving the place you had begrudgingly stayed at for the past few weeks. You had a small apartment back in your hometown, but you stayed wherever you needed to be during missions. At the moment, that just happened to be a military base in New York. It didn’t matter where you stayed since you were rarely there anyway. Most of the days were spent working, the base was just a place to sleep at night. Many took part in the nightlife around the base, but you were always too busy; too ingrained into your work.

When you first started training, you thought you were missing out on some social life. Nights spent learning how to down a man twice your size instead of getting blackout drunk at some club seemed boring in contrast. As you matured, it dawned that this was the choice you were meant to make all along. You gained more by helping people and felt proud of your decision to become a skilled agent. You hoped your family also felt the same, even though they never reached out to you.

 As soon as you finished the jog over to the barracks, you grabbed your shower supplies to quickly bathe yourself before departure. The smell of the med building needed to be ridden from your body, not to mention you still felt a little clammy from the constant sweating. A hot shower was bound to fix that feeling, washing off the drug detox as a whole.

After the quick shower, you changed and packed your bags. You only ever kept mostly necessities at the bases, wanting to keep the load light. The only item you kept that had sentimental value was an old family photo, weathered by the years of you carrying it around. In the photo were you, your mother and your father.

It was way back in your childhood, showing the small family at a park. The memory was clear in your mind, even after all these years. Yet, it didn’t seem like it was your memory. It seemed as if it happened through someone else's eyes. That little girl on the swingset wasn’t the same woman who was trained to kill a man in just a few milliseconds. Those simpler days were missed, those filled with sunshine and laughter instead of grueling hard work.

Folding the image up, you set it in the bag gently. Zipping everything else up, you were ready for the flight to your newfound group.

After a few years of working in the US, you forgot how long the plane ride overseas was. Hours upon hours of you stuck in a metal box flying at ungodly speeds over a body of water. You weren’t afraid of flying, just extremely bored. It was not some luxury craft with TVs and sparkling water, you were left to try and sleep the whole ride. 

Of course, nerves won your brain over instead of the sleep you so desperately craved. Your left leg bounced as you stared out the window into the vast empty plain that was the sky, thinking about the seventy-five different ways a bad introduction could fuck over yourself.

You read through the files of the 141 again out of habit, now having actual hours to spend studying your new teammates. The only one that stuck completely was that of the forces masked boogeyman, Ghost. His entire background was redacted, the black ink taking up most of the page. You decided to ask about it later, maybe he wasn’t as terrifying in person.

“So you’re telling me she’s been running this whole mission basically by herself, and Laswell has been letting her?” Soap questioned, his heavy Scottish accent coating each word. He crossed his arms in disbelief, confused by what the captain was explaining.

 They had heard of the Volkov issue and you, getting the info only a few hours before you had heard of them. Price raised his shoulders in defeat, on the same wavelength as Soap. The rest of the men sat at the table, looking just as confused as Soap or just generally bored. The 141 had worked with strong women in the past, but none of them had ever worked a mission this heavy alone. They were incredibly impressed with your work, to say the least.

“Laswell says she knows her shit, you know we don’t question that woman.” Price responded, and boy did everyone know that. After many missions worked with Laswell, he didn’t know if he respected her, or was genuinely afraid of her. She was a hardworking woman, who took what she wanted. The rest of the boys at the table nodded their heads, reliving memories of her.

“She’s a jack of all trades and has been doing solo contracts for the past few years. Laswell had been keeping tabs on her and assigned the Volkov case to her,” Price held his hand out to the folder containing the info on the scientist.

“Sure she’s good, but she couldn’t have done it all on her own,” Gaz mentioned from across the table, keeping a respectful tone to his voice. He didn’t want to be offensive to his new teammate, especially since he had not yet been introduced.

“Jessica Salvatore has worked with her these past few jobs, mostly behind-the-screen activities. She is good with hacking and knows her way around a computer, so she has come in handy when infiltrating Volkov’s operations. She has also been the one reviewing the files on Volkov and keeping them up to date. Everything else has been done exclusively by Minx, any more questions?” Standing up from the meeting table, Price concluded the meeting with a pointed look. If his men had questions, they could do the smart thing and look through the files he handed out.

“No sir,” Ghost responded from his side of the table. He had no questions during the meeting and decided to flip through pages dedicated to you. It started with your background, documenting parts of your life since you graduated high school. He noted how you had training in multiple fields, and overall seemed well-rounded. He also noticed the redacted sections in your history, all too familiar with the black lines. Impressive, he could even admit, which was a lot to admit from the masked man.

Ghost saw no issues with you joining the team, as long as you had a good head on your shoulders and could pull your weight with the others. He needed a feel for how your personality was before he could say. Simon Riley didn’t just hand his trust out, it needed to be earned. Handing your file over to Soap, he grabbed the one about Volkov and the whole operation.

“Bloody Jesus, Price didn’t tell us she was hot!” Soap exclaimed when he opened the folder, causing his skull-faced companion to roll his eyes. Ghost was surprised they didn’t stay stuck to the back of his skull with how annoyed he was. He couldn’t have half the team busy drooling over you when they were supposed to be fighting to stop a drug worse than any seen before.

He just hoped that whatever hype surrounded your arrival would quickly fade out.

Ghost, of course, was incredibly wrong.

“Boys, I want to introduce you to Agent Minx,” The moment your plane landed, you concluded that Captain John Price was a decent man. He asked how the flight over was, and how your recovery the night before had been. Price was surprisingly kind, and made it seem as if he was happy with you joining the team.

Smiling at the group in front of you, you let your eyes assess your new teammates. They were all fighters, visibly bigger than the photos in their files. The men had been worn and shaped after years of demanding missions, their bodies just matching their atmosphere. Rugged muscles covered in military-grade clothing and armor, you doubted they owned regular civilian clothing. 

“Pleasure to have you all assigned to this mission, god knows I need the help.” You spoke, hoping to alleviate the awkward introductions. It was a partial lie, you could’ve finished the mission by yourself you presumed. You wanted the team to feel comfortable with your presence, and accept you as one of their own. Being introduced to a team that had regularly worked with each other for years without having a new member was a feat in itself. You tried to keep a confident composure, even though you felt anything but.

Price motioned for you to sit down at the table, allowing you one last glance at the others before you did so. None of them looked visibly angry with your arrival, which was a plus. Ghost just stared in your direction, an indescribable look plastered in his dark gaze. 

Other men you had worked with in the past were audibly uncomfortable with working with a female, even after seeing your skills on the field. You hoped the 141 was different, even accepting of your presence.

Volkov had been your case in the beginning anyways.

“As I spoke to you all last night, she knows the most about Dmitri and anything affiliated with his case. Any other questions that were not answered in the files I gave you all last night can be asked, only if Minx is willing of course.” All eyes were on you as you nodded approvingly. If they had questions about the report Jessica had slaved over while you recovered in a hospital bed, you were glad to answer them.

“There was no mention of his family, do you know anything of importance?” A voice asked from across the table. You matched the face to the name Kyle “Gaz” Garrick from your research.

“I haven’t been able to find anything other than mentions of a daughter. My guess is she’s holed up in some boarding school, living off of her daddy’s drug money,” Shrugging your shoulders, you replied truthfully. Gaz nodded, looking off in thought.

“In the report, it said you were forced to ingest one of the pills. What was it like?” You shifted your focus to John “Soap” Mactavish, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He had childlike wonder etched onto his face, making his eyes almost sparkle with interest.

“I honestly couldn’t describe it if I tried. It was like heaven and hell all at once, I do not feel like reliving it.” The experience was overall terrifying, with your nerves already being so high it just made the high worse. Your body practically shut down the second Volkov’s potion set foot in it, making a treacherous path. 

It felt like a blazing rod of lava placing itself in your chest, but an icicle not far behind. Visual hallucinations of the most horrifying visions known to you, showing the most gruesome memories of your life. Then moments later they would be replaced with the complete opposite, leaving your body in a state of shock. The constant state of fight or flight being replaced with deep comfort was a terrifying feeling, not knowing which one came next.

“I can see why someone would continue to do it though if you only focus on the good moments of the high.” You continued, maintaining eye contact with the mohawked man. The good moments of the high felt like the best euphoria you could ever achieve, leaving you craving more. Then that craving would return to the vile and terrifying bad moments, leaving you in a pit of fear.

“Intense euphoria paired with an even more intense down-fall. I’m just happy they got me out of that club and hooked up to an IV, any more questions?” You shivered slightly, not wanting to remember the high. It took a toll on you, mentally and physically. Thanking the med ward for the physical healing, you tried to ignore the mental portion. The things you saw couldn’t get to you, not during one of if not the most important missions you had been assigned.

You looked around the table, being met with mostly shrugs. As you passed over Ghost again, he just stared in your direction. He had not said a single word since you stepped foot into the meeting room, which made you nervous. Even sitting down, you could tell he was a massive figure of a man entrenched in a costume to hide his identity. You understood why he did it, ensuring his anonymity, but still thought it was a little goofy to do it at his home base where he was safe.

“Alright, everyone is dismissed. Soap, can you give Minx a tour?” Soap just about jumped up from his seat, a charming smile painted onto his face as he looked in your direction. He seemed as if he ran on an unlimited energy source, maybe he ran on some Scottish battery you didn’t know about.

“Let’s go, lass!” You got up from your seat, giving Ghost one last glance over before you left. That same glare was still cemented onto his dark eyes, bringing back that uneasy feeling. You decided to brush off the whole ordeal, quickly following Soap out the door. If that's how the man was, you would just have to get used to it.

Soap showed you around the small base, telling funny stories about each area. You could already tell the man had a big personality and was extremely kind. It made you wonder how he was out in the field when he was so cheerful and upbeat at the base. Even in its small size, the base was well furnished. It had a kitchen, living area, small gym, artillery storage, and shooting range. Soap commented on how each man got his room, fit with its bathroom and utilities.

“These babies have got thick walls, trust me.” Soap winked in your direction, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. Finally, you arrived at your room where you could put your items away and take a break from the welcome party. Opening the door for you, Soap told you everything else about the base you should know. 

The room was plain looking, mostly a beige color. A simple bed paired with a bedside table and lamp, all the same color. It was all military grade but seemed cozy enough for your stay. Besides, after this mission, you planned on going back to your normal way of life of going from solo job to solo job.

“I saw that weird stare-off you had with Ghost earlier, he's a nice lad I promise. He’ll warm up to you, just give him some time. It took me almost dying in Mexico for him to admit he cared about me, so take that as you will,” Soap admitted, looking a little awkward as he stood in the doorway.

“His whole file was practically blacked out, it was hard to get any information on the man. Also, does he wear that mask all the time?” You asked, wanting to know more. Ghost’s file was a graveyard for black ink, with how much it used. Not much of his life or background was there, giving you a hard time getting to know him before you met the man. His real name was even redacted, not giving you much to work with.

“He does, I’ve seen him without it a few times though. The bastard made me question some things,” Soap scratched the back of his head as if he had been caught in something, causing you to cock an eyebrow. You had no issues with your teammate's identities, so you just brushed the whole remark off.

“Well that's all then, I’ll let you get all unpacked and everything else. We usually eat as a team around 1700 if you’re interested.” You smiled at Soap as he left, leaving you to yourself. The introductions made you feel a little more confident in your work with the 141, and you overall felt good. Other than being jetlagged from the trip over and not being able to rest much in the past 48 hours, you were fine. Unpacking your items, you went on your way to make the small room look like a real human being lived inside.

You assumed everyone else's room was also scarcely decorated, especially with the constant moving around. When Soap mentioned you were going to have an individual one in the first place, it was incredibly surprising. You were used to bunking with others when you worked with them, usually sharing one big bunk room. Having privacy was a newfound luxury, especially being the only girl on the team.

As you unpacked, the rest of the 141 went about their usual daytime routines. Most of them worked out or practiced on the shooting range if they weren’t sleeping or working. Ghost found himself back in his room, doing god knows what.

 He was an enigma even his team couldn’t figure out at times, floating from each job to another. Between each mission, he just kind of existed. He didn’t take part in the bonding the other members did, but they didn’t resent him for it. Ghost needed his space, needed to be alone. His team respected that need, that deep solitude. They understood he had been through a lot, and in return gave him the resources he needed.

Ghost sat on his bed, holding onto your file from earlier. He had swiped it from the meeting, wanting to gain more information on you. You placed an uneasy feeling in his stomach the second you stepped foot into his life. Simon Riley never felt uneasy unless he was on the field, and he had to figure out why you made him feel that way.

There was no reason to distrust you, but he felt uneasy about working with you. It seemed odd how highly those around you spoke of you, but you had been working mostly solo missions so they didn’t know how you were on the field. You were extremely confident when you arrived, but it all seemed practiced. He wanted to figure you out, to see if you were trustworthy or not.

Earning Ghost's trust was a lot easier said than done.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #cod mw22 #cod ghost

[lycheesuwa]

End Story: Golden

Listen to: Daylight (Taylor Swift: LOVER album)

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst]

Summary: The closure

Ft. Watanabe siblings, Kita Shinsuke

link to part 8 | series masterlist | My masterlist

Natsuki’s glowing. She's dressed in a soft pink and red kimono that flows around her ankles. “How am I so lucky?” Natsuki whines to you as the professional make-up artist does her face.

You smile at her. “You're lucky because you found your soulmate, Natsuki.”

“As if ya didn't,” she giggles to you. “When d’ya think ’Samu’s gonna propose?!”

“We're not in any rush,” You shake your head. You and Osamu have just moved in together, since Natsuki moved out to live with Kita. The move across the street was hardly an issue, but the small Hyōgo apartment had been much, much kinder to you than the cities you've lived in, and you know you’ll miss it sometimes.

“Do ya think you and ’Samu woulda gotten together sooner if ya met in uni?” Natsuki asks.

You pause to consider her question. “Maybe,” you say. A lot of the pain and frustration you had would be spared, but your love with Osamu is sweet and golden instead of the cold blue that Suna brought you. Osamu holds you when you sleep and always makes you breakfast in the morning. He’ll hold your hand on the street and even introduced you to his brother as ‘ma girlfriend, (Y/n).’ Osamu is everything you never knew you needed in a partner.

“I'm glad ya found someone fer ya,” Natsuki smiles at you. “And I know that Shin is glad fer ya guys too.”

You give her a smile as her face brightens at mentioning her soon-to-be husband.

When you walk to the front of the altar behind some of Natsuki’s highschool friends you met once before the bachelorette party, you catch Osamu’s smile from the middle of the groomsmen’s line. You know you have to walk next to Rēn, one of Kita’s closer friends, but you catch Osamu mouthing at you, “beautiful.”

Natsuki’s crying when Kita reads his homemade vows and she barely gets through hers. Apparently they had more interactions in highschool than anyone knew about, and even through university. They are so infatuated with each other you're surprised she even applied to jobs around Shizuoka city, even though you know that's where her brother was. Regardless of the journey, they made it here today, standing together to be united for the rest of their lives.

The second he gets to the end of the willow branches that are bent over to make an archway, Osamu picks you up in a hug, and nestles his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a small kiss. “You look so beautiful today,” he murmurs.

“You look so handsome,” you say back, running a hand along his shoulder over the amber-red of his Yukata.

As everyone breaks from the Watanabe house to prepare for the reception held at Kita’s house, you find Osamu and yourself helping clean up a little before the festivities move. 

“Hey, (Y/n),” a low voice says to you.

You turn and see Suna standing there. 

Suna's eyes are ochre in the bright sunlight. His hair is getting long, bangs brushing his eyes instead of resting above his eyebrows like he prefers for games. He’s wearing a light grey yukata, and holding a small box as a gift for Kita and Natsuki.

He showed up alone. You don't see the girl from a year ago with him, although you hadn't seen her at all. Maybe she hadn't chosen either him or Atsumu, something that makes your heart ache for both of the men.

“Hello, Suna-san,” you say. You feel Osamu’s gaze on you, and turn to wave your hand towards him. You've been posting pictures at Onigiri Miya more often, and hinted at moving, and you'd be surprised if Suna doesn't know. “Are you well?”

“I am. It's nice to see you're doing well, too.”

Osamu slides his hand along your waist, to rest under your obi wrapper. “Shii-chan couldn't make it back ta Japan?” Osamu asks him.

Suna shakes his head. “She's on a business trip at the moment.”

Osamu nods thoughtfully. “I’m gonna start tha’ car. I'll be waitin.”

He turns and you catch his face, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “I'll be there soon.”

When you turn back to Suna he’s grinning. “I figured,” he muses.

You hum, not sure of what to say to him.

“I'm sorry I was a jerk to you all those years,” Suna says.

You hold your hand up. “Stop, Suna-san. It's okay, I know you had a lot going on with the other girl and volleyball. And now that I have Osamu… I'm seriously happy.”

“I'm glad,” Suna let out a breath he was holding. “Are you going to get married?”

You shrug and turn for the car. “Some day. C’mon, today is Natsuki and Kita-san’s day.”

Suna tucks his hands into the folds of his Yukata, and bows his head. “You're definitely happier with ’Samu, so I'm glad I never returned your feelings.”

“That's why?” you roll your eyes. “Your ego is bigger than I thought.”

Suna chuckles along with you. “Guess so,” he mumbles.

“I spent new years with Osamu,” you tell him as you reach the car. “We watched the sun rise together… and I think that's when I realized I need to be with someone who I can stand in the sun with, instead of hiding me in the shadows.”

“I was really  a jerk,” Suna says softly. He opens the back door to climb in. “You look better in the light, anyway. More… gold, or something.”

You lean over the console to kiss Osamu’s cheek. “What's this about being golden?” he asks, taking your hand.

You gesture at the field before the car, the grasses lighting up under the sunlight. Slowly you lift his hand to your lips. “You are my light, and golden love, Miya Osamu.”

Fin.

Thank you all so much for sticking with me through this mini series! Hope you all enjoyed it~

(also i made the banners go me :3)

#miya osamu #osamu #haikyuu osamu #osamu x reader #x reader #fluff #osamu fluff #osamu x reader x suna #haikyuu!! #suna angst #sunriseminiseries #lychee.suwa

[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating, She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

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[glygriffe]

They spoke as if they knew me

Characters - Jody Mills, Sam Winchester Word Count - 560 Warnings - Angst, some fluff A note - From a @spnfanficpond #TweetFicTues, but too long for Twitter...

Sam’s phone buzzed. When he looked at the screen, the caller ID read “Sherrif Mills”. She could be calling for a friendly chat or she could be calling for help. Not taking any chances, he answered right away. But before he could even say hello, Jody started to speak.

“I cannot stand those people.”

“Jody? What’s wrong?”

Sam could tell their friend was vibrating just by the tone of her voice. Fear or anger? Since she was speaking thru clenched teeth, he was leaning for the latter option, but you never know. Should he alert Dean and put her on speaker, just in case?

“They are so condescending! They act as if they know me, as if they know my story. ‘Oh! Poor Sheriff Mills who lost her son at such a young age. No wonder she’s not fit to parent a teenage girl. ’ As if I didn’t lose him twice. As if Alex was a normally socialized kid. She was raised by vampires, for god sake! Used as a living blood bag! It’s normal that she acts out a little. She’s sometimes a handful and it gives me less time to bake cupcakes with three-color icing, but I do a good job with her. I know I do! So she smokes pot under the bleachers sometimes. I don’t get too much on her case because you know what? everybody deals with trauma in their own way. Some turn to religion to find peace, or try to focus their anger with a kickboxing class. Others use alcohol or illicit substances to numb their grief or their shame. I may be at fault professionally by turning a blind eye to Alex’s misdemeanors, but if I arrested every teen I found with weed, I know a lot of ‘law-abiding citizens’ whose noses would not be as up in the air as they are now. And between my day job, cleaning the house, and the laundry, I happen to stake ancient roman goddesses or I behead vampires. I have a full plate. So I give her her break. I give US a break. What’s wrong with that?”

She took a deep breath. She obviously needed to vent on matters that only a hunter would get, but Sam barely had the time to mumble the beginning of a reassuring word before Jody continued:

“They spoke as if they knew me, but they don’t. How good I am at baking or cooking as nothing to do with the amount of love I can give a child, with or without a parenting partner. They spoke of stable environment and of two parents household, but my last date put a spell on me that had me coughing up blood in the restroom of a restaurant. So don’t judge me if I’m not actively looking to meet someone.”

She felt silent after that. Dean poked his head out of the kitchen, looking askance. Sam waved him away; no monster emergency here. Well… It depends what you consider a monstrosity. He wish he could be next to Jody to engulf her in a big warm hug, to give her some comfort. He said nothing for a while, making sure she was done venting. When her deep breaths ended in a sigh, he risked guessing the reason for her emotional overload: 

“So… Bad PTA meeting?”

Another sigh. “... Yeah.”

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[ace-the-fox]

Me: Yeah I'll get the last two rare pair week days done the weekend after my exams. No biggie :)

My procrastination brain: Yeah... noooo

I still don't have the doodle done for the free day. Might get it done by at LEAST next week, but no promises. I'm happy to leave things here either way, I just wanted to get all the fics done at least lol.

Did I also just use this as an excuse to drop in an lwa oc that's been in my brain lately? Yes, I absolutely did. I'm not ashamed of it either.

Day 6: Dates

"Okay, before you do anything with your hairspray and your little pins, just know I've had this hair-do since I was thirteen."

Vonnie snickered, setting stuff up like a professional hairdresser. Or a mad scientist. Either one worked. "And that, Frankie, my boy, is precisely why I need to do this."

Frank pouted a little, blowing golden hair out of his face. It felt weird to have had it be down and in his face all day. Vonnie, an Appleton student a year above him and a good friend, had convinced him (REALLY convinced him) to try a different hairstyle for his first date with Andrew. Frank had relented in a panic three hours before the date and had run over to her house ASAP.

"Anyways, the more you hesitate, the later you risk running for your little date," Vonnie said, running their hand through the now loose blonde strands of hair. "Even though the two of you have practically been dating since, like, two years ago to me, but I digress. A first date is a big thing, after all. So, you'd best listen to me."

Yes. His first date. With Andrew. Frank could still barely believe it. He could barely believed that Andrew had asked him out before Frank could gather the balls to.

Andrew had approached it a bit like a business proposition. Matter-of-factly and sternly, but still a lot more awkwardly. His face went a particular fuscia that Frank hadn't thought was possible for his pale complexion. And how could the blonde ever say no (not when he'd been, at least consciously, crushing on the boy for a year by now).

So, here he was, sat in a chair in Vonnie's bathroom with the much taller person stood behind him. They'd tied their long, fluffy black hair up, though there were still curls falling in their eyes. Their father was always hounding at them to get a haircut, but everytime he made the appointment, Vonnie never showed.

Frank couldn't help but feel just a little nervous, even though he had no reason to be. He'd never been this nervous for a date, even with pretty girls that were way out of his league. To be fair, in any other circumstance Andrew would probably be equally out of his league, but in these circumstances they had been friends before this. And they had been friends for years. This was the closest Frank had known any of his dates. Why was he so jittery.

After a moment of scrolling through a pinterest board she had made for that moment (they'd had it for years, by then), Vonnie put their phone right in front of Frank's face. "You think this'll impress Andy-Pandy? It's close enough to what you usually do..."

Frank glanced at it. It basically was the same as his usual style, just a lot less solid. So more of it curled up in his face. It looked rugged. Stylish. Andrew might just be impressed.

Frank smirked up at Vonnie. "Do your worst."

And, so, Vonnie did. While the two of them sang along to cheesy 2010s pop for the next half hour. "I'm happy for you, Frankie, my man. I really, really am," Vonnie chuckled, finishing up with another choking spray of hairspray, midway through Kesha's 'TikTok.' "Now... What do you think?"

Frank looked in the mirror. A completely new yet uncannily familiar man looked back. He grinned, feeling a little bit better about his date now. He started to wonder if Vonnie's offer had been deeper than just wanting to see him with a different look to what he'd been rocking for five years now. "Love it. Thanks Von."

Vonnie hugged him from behind, in a way that made even the effortlessly friendly Frank jump a little. "Man, I am happy for you two!" she giggled. "I thought we'd all be in our thirties by the time this happened!"

Frank rolled his eyes but laughed. "Yeah..."

Vonnie finally addressed how still obviously jittery he was. "Don't you worry. I'm sure it'll be no different to you two hanging out together anyways... But do you want me to do a little stalking anyways, to wingman it just in case?"

Frank held up a hand. "Nope. I think we'll manage."

"You will," Vonnie laughed, reaching out to ruffle Frank's hair but retracting, so as not to scuff their own handiwork.

(And they did. A few hours later, Vonnie got a spam of emojis and five pictures of Andrew and Frank being cute and cuddly together from Frank. Vonnie sent back a response that she hoped was as smug as intended.

"Told you soooo 😘")

Bonus, the reference for Frank's hair because I wasn't sure how to describe it well enough 💀:

Not the most creative, but most of the results for "men's haircut ideas" are literally all the same DX

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[storiesofsvu]

Fortuitous Reunion Ch 6

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, medical talk/issues, minor hurt/comfort beginning. Probably a lot of inaccurate medical shit, don't come for me.

Over the next few weeks Rita absolutely showered you with every ounce of love and affection that she could, it really only took a day before your worries of her doubts were vanished. Although you weren’t about to let her stop, you enjoyed taking more time to yourselves, she was more than okay with working from home while you snuggled up against her, doing your best not to distract her. You knew she preferred to keep you out of her work life, but you couldn’t resist stopping by her office every once in a while with lunch, or even just a spare coffee it that was all you had time for.

As for the wedding, you hadn’t even talked about a date yet, neither of you were in a rush over it, it was something you knew would happen in the end, you just wanted to enjoy your lives together. Once you both had a little more spare time you were sure you’d start to hash out the smaller details, the things that didn’t need the major commitments. For now it was Pinterest boards and Sophie vicariously living through you rattling off idea after idea as you laughed and told her she needed to calm down.

The one consistent thing in your life was that Olivia was still incredibly awkward around you, especially for being a cop. Even after the small conversation you’d exchanged at the engagement party, you thought maybe things would turn up from there, that maybe she’d start to get to know you and judge you a little less…or…whatever it was. Nearly everytime she came though the E.R she’d do her best to avoid you, and if you were on the case, she usually let whoever she was with talk to you while she talked to the vic. Or pass it off to another nurse. As the time went on, it was starting to piss you off a bit, she was supposedly a mature adult, why couldn’t she just be professional? You didn’t really care if she didn’t like you, you were just genuinely curious as to why.

When you noticed her coming in the E.R doors (alone) you sighed lightly as she approached the nurses station metaphorical guns blazing, whatever she needed was clearly important and urgent.

“Captain Benson.” You smiled, “what can I do for you?”

“I need a statement from whoever treated Alyssa Martinez. She came in two nights ago? Barba won’t give us enough for an arrest without it.”

“Yeah sure.” You popped down onto the computer, you remembered helping out a girl named Alyssa but couldn’t remember the last name, and you could’ve sworn there was more than one patient with the same name that night. Not to mention the last three days all kinda blurred together with the amount of overtime you’d picked up. “Ah.” You hit the print button on the page, “that would be me. I can page the doctor too if you need their’s?”

“Oh, uh. No it’s fine. Can you come down to the precinct when you’re done? I’ll get Carisi to take your statement.”

“I’ve..got time now.”

“Oh I don’t want to cut into your lunch break or anything.”

“I’m not on lunch,” you laughed, “I just don’t wanna curse things and say the Q word.”

“Carisi’s more up to date on the case, it’ll be better if he takes it.”

“Okay..” you submitted, “I should be there around five.”

“Thanks.” Turning she was gone down a hall before you could get another word in. Sophie glanced over at you from the other computer.

“That was fucking weird.”

“Tell me about it.” You rolled your eyes, stashing the printed papers for later, “sorry I’m making your boyfriend work late.”

“Nah, it’s fine. He came for breakfast this morning.”

“Adorable.” You smiled at her as her gaze moved above the counter.

“Looks like you get a treat today too.” You cocked a brow at her, popping up to standing behind the desk, a bright smile broke out as you saw Rita moving through the room.

“Baby!” You greeted her with a hug and a warm kiss, “what’re you doing here? I thought you were in court today?”

“I was.” She kissed your cheek, then placed a bag down on the counter, “ I can’t stay, but I wanted to make sure my darling girl got a decent lunch.” Your heart warmed at the sentiment, but you couldn’t help but tease anyways.

“I’m not the one here who forgets to eat.”

“Did you want the receipt for proof that I ate too?”

“No.” You laughed, “I trust you. Thank you.” You kissed her cheek softly, “also I won’t be home on time tonight. I need to go down to SVU to make a statement.” Rita’s brow scrunched,

“I could’ve sworn I saw Benson on my way in.”

“Yeah, she’s got some issue with me. I think she hates me.”

“I’m sure that’s not it darling.” She squeezed your hand reassuringly, “Oliva can be very hot and cold. I’ve defended her and members of her squad before, even thought of us as friends, but you pick one case that she doesn’t like and suddenly she’s holding grudges. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“I mean, really all that matters is that you love me. That’s all I need.” You kissed her softly, “thank you for that. And for lunch. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A code going off down the hall interuppted your next words, sighing heavily you pecked her cheek quickly, saying a quick goodbye as you and Sophie half jogged down the hall.

“Y’know, sometimes you make me want to vomit.”

“Oh please! Carisi’s just as bad.”

“He’s adorable yes, but Rita’s a whole other level of doting.”

You laughed, but she was right, Rita always had and always would be the softest person you knew, which so heavily contrasted with her in the courtroom. You knew how fierce she was, you were glad that side of her wasn’t one you had to deal with. And incredibly grateful every day that she chose to love you.

As the afternoon finally wound down, you packed up your things and made you way down to the 16th. You were surprised when you stepped out of the elevator to find Sonny waiting for it, coat on ready to leave.

“Y/n, hey. What’re ya doin’ here?”

“Uh…Benson told me to meet you to make a statement for a case?”

“Oh?” He paused, his brow furrowing, “the Martinez case?”

“Yeah.”

“Cap said you weren’t available, but she got everything from the doctor. Guess she forgot to tell me ya were comin’ down.”

“So you don’t need my statement?”

“Guess not.” He shrugged.

“Alright…I guess I’ll walk you out then.”

You turned back into the elevator, making pleasant small talk with Sonny before saying your goodbyes and making your separate ways. At least now you’d be home in time to have dinner with Rita, you knew you’d planned on catching up with some of the black and white movies you still had left on the list and that would be the perfect way to end a weird day.

*

Olivia’s eyes scrunched in a wince before she cracked them open, the steady beeping of something already annoying her. A small groan came from her throat as she shifting, moving more into a seated position in the bed, as her vision started to clear she realized the scrubbed figure in front of her was you.

“You know, when I said I didn’t wanna see any of your squad in here that included you, right?” You half teased as you finished writing her most recent vitals in your chart.

“What happened?”

“You passed out. Apparently on your way out to lunch with Barba.” Olivia sighed, leaning back into the pillow as it slowly came back to her. “Did you eat breakfast?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.” You sighed, “I’ve got to take some blood to run a couple more tests just to make sure, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

Gloving up you moved to the bedside, making sure her IV still had enough fluids in it to keep her hydration up before you picked up the needle. She noticed the cotton ball taped to the inside of your arm.

“They doing a blood drive today?”

“Hm?” You glanced down, “oh, no. Anytime anyone with AB neg comes in it reminds me to donate. This is gonna prick a little.”

“You’re universal?”

“No. AB neg just like you. It’s super rare you know, less than one percent of the population has it.”

“Hmm.” She replied in a mumble as you filled up two little vials. They sat on the tray table while you finished, pulling the needle out, prompting her to hold the cotton against her arm with pressure while you disposed of everything properly before bandaging it.

“Hate to say it but they’re swamped out there so you’re stuck with me.”

“Just do your job.” She mumbled. You rolled your eyes, thankful hers were closed again.

“I’m gonna update your chart and drop these at the lab, I’ll have someone bring some food by for you. It’s looking like a bit of exhaustion and low blood sugar, but we want to make sure before you’re discharged.”

“Yeah.” As usual, her replies were curt and to the point. Now that you’d finished the professional half of the conversation you huffed a sigh from the end of the bed.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous.” That caused her to open her eyes, brow furrowing at your statement, “I don’t think you have anything against lesbians, but is it the fact that I’m engaged to a defence attorney that you hate? Or did you and Rita have some…thing in the past? She was weird after the engagement party too and I just don’t understand what your problem with me is.”

“I- what?” Olivia was way to brain scrambled to try and figure this out right now, “I’ve got no history with Rita, I don’t hate you. I just..try to give you two a bit of privacy.”

“Weird way of showing it.” You muttered before turning from the room.

You dropped off what you needed at the lab, after updating her chart and going over it with a doctor, they advised you to pull up medical history for them to go over it just to make sure nothing was being missed. Usually, you would pull up the files, print them if they were electronic and add it to the chart, the doctor being the one going over them. But there was a date listed when Olivia had been admitted that caught your eye and before you knew it you were halfway through that page of history.

You only pulled yourself out of your trance when Sophie swinging around the corner into the nurses station. Flipping the pages shut, you added them into Olivia’s chart, grabbed a few supplies and headed back into her room. You double checked her vitals, adding the most recent into her chart before you moved bedside again.

“I’ve got to take one more blood sample.”

“Again?”

“Yeah. The lab’s a bit of a mess right now, an intern broke the vial. It’ll be quick and then I’m out of your hair.”

“Fine.” She admitted, letting you do what you needed. Not that she would’ve refused, you were the medical professional after all, she was just anxious to get back to her squad.

“Thanks.”

You gave her a tight smile before practically dashing out of the room, thankful to see a nurse coming around with the promised food as you did. Less than half an hour later you were down at the lab, slipping in a silent bribe to the tech,

“I need these ran to see if there’s a match.” He picked up the two small bags from you.

“Jane Doe A and Jane Doe B?”

“Please?” You begged, “c’mon, you owe me one.”

“Fine.”

“You’re the best! And…can you rush it? I need it for the end of the day.” He rolled his eyes, but agreed thankfully. You may now end up having to pull something in return when he needed it, but honestly, this was important and you couldn’t wait a week to piece everything together.

To say you were scatterbrained the rest of the day would’ve been completely accurate. You did a few rounds of checking in on patients, trying your best to keep yourself to paperwork, even taking on other’s so that you didn’t fuck something up because you weren’t paying attention. When your shift was over you were bummed the lab hadn’t paged you yet, tempted to stick around a little bit longer, but you knew Rita would worry if she got home and you weren’t there. Sighing, you began to pack up your things, punching out and pulling on your coat. You were just around the corner from the door when you heard Melinda’s voice call out to you.

“Y/N!” You turned back to her, heart jumping into your chest for multiple reasons, mainly hoping that you weren’t in trouble with her.

“Yeah?”

“Brandon said you needed these results today.” She handed over the file, instinctively you flipped it open, but then remembered you had no idea how to read results like this.

“Is it a match?”

“Partial. It’s a maternal match. Jane Doe A is Jane Doe B’s mother.”

“You’re sure?”

“DNA doesn’t lie.”

Well fuck.

“Okay..thanks Melinda.”

“You want me to drop that off somewhere?”

“Uh, no it’s fine. I’ll circle back. Night.”

“Night.” She gave you a nod before retreating back to the stairwell. You tucked the file into your bag, scrambling for your phone as you scurried out into the parking lot where no one would overhear you.

“Are you at home?”

“Darling are you alright?” Rita could hear the hint of..something..in your voice and was instantly worried.

“Yeah. I think. Uh…I may have done a large handful of very unethical things today….”

“Is this your way of asking if I’ll represent you? Because you know the answer is always yes.”

“No.” You gave a shaky laugh, “I’m not in trouble..at least..not yet? I just..I just found something out and I need you to be home so I can freak out to someone I trust.”

“Okay.” She replied steadily, the warmth in her voice already calming you, “I’m already home. I’ll make sure there’s wine waiting for you.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hanging up your phone you chucked it back into your bag, pausing a moment to take a steady breath. You finally knew why Olivia was always so weird around you, why she looked like she’d seen a ghost the first time you popped up at the precinct. The reason she seemed less than thrilled about you marrying Rita until she saw the two of you actually together. It made even more sense as to why she bailed as fast as she could after your Mom showed up at the engagement party. She didn’t hate you…she was your biological mother. And despite managing to keep out of each other’s lives for thirty years, your world’s were suddenly more intertwined than you’d ever imagined.

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