#they don’t want someone who is always sad‚ who brings the mood down.' is an easy one to fall into. it is not true.

[mellifiedprincess]

hey queens :) i do not know how i feel about this one, but i had a little urge to write something and this is what i came up with. teehee. so pls let me know your thoughts! i’m also thinking about writing a little smutty fic about mr. ethan landry, but i’m not that good at smut so we’ll see.

ethan landry x reader

Fuck Ups and Make Ups

“Why do you look so….dead?” You would usually laugh at how blunt Mindy is, but today. Today you were not in a laughing mood. You were having one of the worsts days ever.

“Unfortunately, I’m not dead yet. But! If someone wants to take me out back and shoot me, I would not oppose.” You deadpan.

You watch as Mindy and Anika’s eyes widen, and Tara just looks at you even more confused than before. “Yeah, like your pretty boy would let anyone touch a hair on your head.” Chad states while texting someone. “Seriously though, what’s going on?” He asks as he puts his phone away, letting you know you have his full attention.

“Pretty boy is what’s going on!” You exclaim, slamming your head down on the picnic table. “Huh?”

You say something else, but it’s barely coherent. “Honey, you gotta lift your head up for us to understand you.”

You lift your head up and let out a huff, bringing your knees to your chest, you hug them tight to bring some form of comfort to yourself. “He likes someone else.” If the sadness in your voice wasn’t enough, the sad look on your face was, to make Chad want to get up, find Ethan, and knock some fucking sense into him.

For months. Months, the group has been trying to push Ethan to ask you out. It was so painfully obvious that you both had feelings for one another. And yes, you could ask him out yourself, but you were just too shy. You also didn’t really believe that he could actually like you back. I mean, he was literal perfection in your eyes.

“Why do you think that? Did something happen between you two?” Anika asks, moving from her spot on the ground to sit beside you, wrapping her arms around your body.

“I saw him talking to the new girl, Kennedy, in our sociology class yesterday, and they seemed to really be hitting it off. And then today, instead of sitting beside me, like he always does, he sat by her. I tried to talk to him after class, but he said he was busy and couldn’t talk to me right now and then rushed to catch up with Kennedy.” At this point you had a few tears fall. You were heartbroken by your pretty boy.

“I saw them together too! At our coffee spot, at our table. Like, why would he do that?” You let your head fall to Anika’s shoulder, and she places a chaste kiss to your head. “Why don’t we find out right now? Cause he’s on his way over here.” But before you could turn to look, Chad jumps up to block your view, and you feel Anika push your head back down to her shoulder.

“What’s up guys? I saw your text about Y/N, is she okay?” And for a few seconds, you felt relief. Relief that he did still care. Until you heard her. “Yeah, we had to cut our date short, so Ethan could play therapist.”

“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You could hear the bite in Chads tone. “Oh! I’m Kennedy. Ethan’s told me all about you guys. You must be the condescending alpha. It’s Chad, right?” If you could have seen Ethan’s face, you would have laughed. “Wait- I never said that.” Kennedy looks up at Ethan, fluttering her eyelashes and pouts her lips. “I’m just teasing E!” E? She’s known Ethan for two days and is already calling him by E?

“Can we go now? I’m sure whatever her name is can figure her shit out without you.” Your eyes only widen more. “Ethan, I really think you should talk to Y/N first.” Chad was almost begging Ethan not to leave with Kennedy. There’s a pregnant pause, but you couldn’t see what was going on due to Chad blocking your figure.

“Y/N’s an adult, she can’t rely on me for everything.” Ethan’s words hit you right in the chest. It hurt. It hurt so bad, you couldn’t breathe. Mindy noticed the state you were in and knew you couldn’t talk to Ethan right now. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” She says as she stands up next to Chad.

“My problem is all of you! You’re all just pissed at me because I’m with someone who’s not Y/N. For months, you have all been on my dick about my feelings for her and how i need to man up and just tell her how I feel, how I need to go ahead and ask her out before it’s too late, but have you ever thought that I don’t fucking want to?” He was digging himself into a hole. He didn’t mean that, not at all. But to you it didn’t matter. He said what he said, and you heard all of it.

“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. Because I never want to see you again.” Ethan’s face pales when he finally notices you there. The fact that he just said all of that in front of you, makes him want someone to take him out back and shoot him. “Wait! Y/N, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”

You almost laugh, and you would have if it weren’t for the doleful feeling in your chest and the tears falling from your eyes. “Leave her alone, man. You’ve said enough.” Chad places a firm hand on Ethan’s chest, stopping him from going after you. “I hope you’re happy. Cause you just lost the person who cares most about you in this world.” Tara’s words hit Ethan hard. He knew they were true, but it still hurt nonetheless.

But there was no way he was gonna let you go, not without fighting for you.

———

It had been two weeks. Two very long, sad weeks. Ethan was a mess, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He still texted you every morning right when he woke up, and every night before he fell asleep. And every time, you would read his message, but never responded.

He hated himself for making you cry, and the look on your face is one he would never forget.

It was also hard for your friends to see how this effected the both of you. You barely left your bed. Only really leaving for classes. The one time you did leave for something other than that, was when Tara and Chad literally dragged you out of your room for a movie night.

Mindy told you that you were better off anyway, but she didn’t know Ethan like you did. You weren’t better off, and there were so many times you almost called him. Just to hear his voice, because it was the only thing that calmed you down after one of your night terrors. They had been more frequent as of late, probably to do with the fact you didn’t have your pretty boy anymore.

But, you never called. You never responded to any of his messages either. The words he spoke all those weeks ago, hurt you more than when Amber stood over your body, thinking she had killed you after her brutal attack.

And here you are now, sitting in front of your friends, who somehow convinced you to have a study picnic with them. They’ve barely looked at their textbooks and notes, too concerned about you to pay them any attention. You haven’t spoken barely a full sentence the whole time you’ve been with them, you have bags under your eyes, and you just don’t seem as glowy as you usually do. You looked exhausted.

“Staring me down won’t make you guys any more prepared for these exams coming up.” You state, not even bothering to look up from your notes. “We’re just worried about you Y/N/N. You just aren’t acting like yourself.” Anika’s voice is soft, almost like she’s afraid she’ll scare you off. “I just haven’t been getting enough sleep. I’ll be fine once exams are over with.”

They all knew you were lying. They all knew you were still heartbroken, and they all knew how much you missed your pretty boy.

…Which is why Chad texted him and told him where you were.

Ethan was in class when he got Chads text. Usually his phone would be off, but he’s had it on everyday since your fight just in case you finally texted him back.

“You better fix things with our pretty girl, she’s not okay and I’m only doing this because we all miss seeing her smile. She’s here studying at the quad with us, don’t fuck this up again.”

Ethan was jumping from his seat the second he finished reading the text. Catching a few odd looks from the people around him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted his girl, who was never officially his girl, back.

Everything he thought he was gonna say left his mind as soon as he got to you. You looked absolutely miserable, and when your friends looked up at him, they couldn’t believe how miserable he looked too.

You held your face in your hands as tears of exhaustion fell down your cheeks. You felt like a baby. But you finally hit your breaking point, sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn’t breath and all you wanted was the comfort of Ethan’s arms around you. “Y/N/N? What do you need us to do?” Tara tried to comfort you the best she could, running her hands up and down your arms.

“Can someone please get Ethan? I just really need him right now.” At your words everyone looked up at him with a look of, ‘we will kill you if you don’t fix this.’

He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to you as quick as possible. “I’m already here, angel.” He said softly as he kneeled down beside you. He then slowly removed your hands from your eyes, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and shove your face into his neck.

“I’m gonna take you back to my place, okay?” Ethan could tell you’ve barely slept, and you always said you got the best sleep with him in his bed. “Okay.” You mumble out, before pulling away from the comfort of Ethan’s embrace.

———

After bidding your friends goodbye, Ethan grabs your hand in his and doesn’t let go until you’ve made it inside his dorm. His eyes follow your form as you make your way to his room, he had so much he wanted to say to you, but was afraid it wouldn’t be enough.

When you reach his room, you go straight for his closet, wanting to be out of the uncomfortable jeans and crop top. Your hands delicately run across Ethan’s shirts, missing the feeling of the material on your skin. It’s dumb, you think. How a simple piece of clothing can bring you so much comfort, all because of who it belonged to.

“Oh, here! I put your favorite t-shirt away so nothing would happen to it. I’ll be right back.” Ethan hands you the old graphic tee, before going into his adjoined bathroom. You quickly change and sit down on his bed, already feeling the tension leaving your body.

When Ethan returns, he’s also changed into comfier clothes. He’s also holding a pack of makeup wipes, that he always kept there just in case you needed them.

He sits against the headboard, eyes meeting yours before patting his lap, signaling for you to take perch in. “Come here.” He says softly, dark eyes never leaving yours. You tiredly make your way over to him, not really knowing what to expect. But he only opens the pack of make-up wipes and with a touch so soft, you barely feel it, he wipes your ruined makeup off. And even though he’s done this for you a million times before, this time feels so incredibly different.

Ethan thinks he’s somehow fucked up again, as he noticed the slight wobble of your lips, followed by tears gathering in your eyes once again. He drops the wipe, and cups your face instead. You feel the pads of his thumbs wipe your fallen tears and you can’t help but ask, “Why did you say it?”

And he just looks at you. Big brown doe eyes, staring right into your soul.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He gives you a sad smile, rubbing his knuckles against your cheek. “And when I realized how in love with you I actually am, I got scared. And I’m still scared, because if there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s fucking up all the good things I have in my life. It’s not an excuse for how I acted, and I wish I would have just told you how I felt instead of causing all of this. Instead of causing tears to fall down your pretty face.” You could tell by the conviction in his voice he meant every word he said.

“I just-“ He pauses and continues to look at you, waiting for you to reject him. Waiting for you to tell him it’s too late and the damage is done, and there’s no repairing it.

Instead, you lean forward and place a hand on his chest for support, before placing your lips on his.

Ethan stops breathing for a few seconds. He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams. He couldn’t believe that a fuck up like him, got someone like you. And the kiss. The kiss was just how you both imagined it would be. Slow at first, learning the others patterns, but once you figured it out, it became more heated. You could feel the others want, you could feel every ounce of love the two of you had for each other.

After a few more pecks, you pull away. “I’m in love with you too, E.” Ethan’s face lights up, and he just smiles at you. “Does this mean I can officially call you my girlfriend?” You giggle and nod with a smile as big as his. “Yes, pretty boy. You can call me your girlfriend.”

Ethan wraps his arms around you, and moves your body to lay down with him. Your head immediately going to his chest as you feel his fingers run through your hair. “Well I have a lot of making up to do, so to start off, let’s get you to sleep. Because I know you haven’t been sleeping like you should.” “Do I look that awful?” You ask, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.

“No, sweet girl. You look beautiful. But I know you won’t go to anyone else about your night terrors, and your body language is off. Now, just close your eyes and go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay.” And for a second it’s completely silent. Ethan thinking you had already fallen asleep places a kiss to your forehead and brings you closer to his chest. “I love you so much.” He whispers, finally closing his tired eyes.

“I love you too.”

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[welcometomyoasis]

🍒 Seungcheol's arms are the safest place on earth

Seungcheol x gn! reader | fluff | approx. 600 words | no warnings A/n: so... remember the little baby drabble i said i was writing specially for you? here it is @brownsugarbaybee ❤️

When you’re feeling down, you would often think about Seungcheol’s arms. Yes, one reason is because his arms are extremely attractive and it lifts your mood. But more importantly, Seungcheol’s arms are the safest place on earth. 

Seungcheol is so protective over you, he’s practically like your guard dog. Like scary dog privileges? Check! No matter where you are, whether you’re at home, in a quiet street or shop, at a loud party, or an extremely crowded street, Seungcheol makes an effort to keep an eye on you. Even if you are someone who is more conscious of your surroundings, it’s basically second nature to him at this point. 

Seungcheol is always ready to step in to protect you from anything, anyone, and everything. At the first signs of danger or if he sees you being uncomfortable, you don’t need to say anything, he’s already there. Often, he uses his arms (and hands) to pull you away from danger like falling objects or people intentionally/ unintentionally bumping into you. Or, he would use his arms to physically shield you from any danger that comes your way. 

There has certainly been more than one occasion when you’re at home or in a store trying to reach something on the higher shelf when an object starts to fall on you. Instead of it hitting you, you always look up to see Seungcheol’s arms between you on the falling object. He never ever scolds you for being clumsy or not asking him for help. Instead, he’s just happy that he was able to protect you. The bumps, scrapes, and bruises littered on his arm don’t bother him. In fact, he’s rather proud of them. It means he was able to save you from feeling that pain. Plus, it helps that you tenderly look after his injuries and give him kisses after. 

Besides that, Seungcheol’s arms are like your lifeline. He’s always happy to let you cling onto his arm whenever you want. He finds it so endearing that he’s basically your comfort person. You cling onto his arm in crowded places so you don’t get lost and also to soothe the overwhelming feeling of just being in a crowd. You practically cling onto his arm anywhere at any time. It brings you comfort. Something about clinging onto his arms grounds you. It helps to calm you when your nerves are in overdrive. Of course, the physical touch and close proximity to his person helps too. 

Big strong muscular arms = warmest, best hugs. Seungcheol loves to swing his arms around you. From the front, from the back, around your waist, hips, legs(?), you name it, his arms have been around it before. He loves bringing you closer to him. And no matter how warm it gets, you can’t help but adore being hugged by him. Whether you are happy, sad, or just feeling a complex mix of emotions, Seungcheol is always there for you with his arms outstretched, ready for you to dive into them. 

When Seungcheol envelopes you in his arms, it’s like the feeling of a warm, weighted blanket being wrapped around you on the coldest of winter nights. At the same time, it feels like a different kind of weight, an emotional or mental one, has been lifted from your person. It’s the feeling of coming home and being able to finally relax. The physical sight and feeling of his arms wrapping around you also feels like you are taking refuge behind a large, resilient shield. One that would hide you away and protect you from all the hardship in the world. 

Seungcheol’s arms being around you brings physical protection, mental stability, emotional reprieve, comfort, love, the feeling of home, a feeling of liberation, and protection all at once. And there's no place else you would rather be.

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[geminimoonmadness]

Astrology observations

These are my own personal astrological observations. Part 1

🦋Natal Observations:

Capricorn moon toddlers are like mini grown men.

I know I’ve said this before but I want to include it again in this list. Mercury rules Virgo & Gemini, both representing intelligence. Virgo’s intelligence is the brain (introverted) whilst Gemini’s intelligence is the mouth/tongue (extroverted)

If you have your Jupiter conjunct your Saturn you are gifted with a strong will and you’re extra determined to succeed in life.

Aries/Scorpio & 1st house Mars placements may be prone to acne and scars/abrasions on their skin

Having your North node conjunct Chiron may mean you need to forgive someone in this life

Taurus won’t change their mind whilst their co ruler Libra won’t make up their mind

South Node in the 11th House (North Node 5th House) will have friends from past lives join them in this life. They will meet new friends they feel they’ve known forever

Venus, Jupiter and/ or moon in the 5th house are usually quite fertile and likely to have more kids then most. Gemini moon in the 5th house is an indicator of twins.

Pluto conjunct Moon gives someone more deep and intense feelings then most, they sometimes don’t know how to cope and if they don’t have an outlet for their emotions it can turn dark.

People with a Libra Mars 12th house tend to have no backbone and struggle to stand up for themselves

The 9th house can represent your long distance friendships and your travel style

People with a Pisces Mercury are always told to speak up because they’re talking to quiet/softly and feel hella attacked/embarrassed every time they speak up

Scorpio 10th house makes you private in regards to your career. You don’t talk about your home life whilst at work and you don’t talk about work when you’re at home.

Having Scorpio in the 1st house makes you generally a private person whilst having Scorpio in the 12th house may make you an open book/open person.

Fire Mars and Mars in the 1st house placements won’t hesitate to speak up in public, especially to make a complaint of service

Pisces risings may feel like life is going too fast for them to catch up sometimes. They also get random epiphanies.

Mercury in Capricorn are usually skeptics

Taurus & libra risings are the most what’s considered ‘naturally beautiful’

Capricorn Risings (father) and Cancer Risings (mother) are typical parent/guardian energy and naturally act older then they are

Gemini moons love to crack jokes about things that are sad/bringing them down in order to lighten the mood

12th house stellium’s don’t like sharing much about themselves as they’re always misunderstood and don’t feel seen

If you’ve hurt a Scorpio, I can promise you that they want you to suffer.

Pets:

Scorpio dogs will stare at you just like a Scorpio rising will. This is them analysing you.

Capricorn puppies are self reliant and well trained even without being trained.

Cancer animals will be friends with everyone, all other animals & humans.

Aquarius pets will have a unique character and not always act as expected. For example, an Aquarius pitbull I knew would act like a cat, he’d try to sit in your lap and walk along the back of the couch like a cat even though he was trained as an emotional support dog.

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I really enjoyed making this! Let me know in the comments if you have any of these placements or know someone who does and if they resonate with you! Any feedback and further insight is always welcome. What do you want to see me post next?

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[candyk0rn]

Hey, can I request a break up with Nanami, Gojo, and Geto? I'm in a mood for angst :')

⚘Breakup⚘

Woah okay first time I’ve ever written smth like this so I’m excited! Thanks for the ask, have a good day/night!

Warnings: ummm breaking up with someone is sad y’all

Included: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru

G.Satoru:

Fights or arguments don’t really happen with Gojo

Because he doesn’t let them happen

When things get even the slightest bit heated, he avoids them

He erases them with clinginess and jokes, always brushing it off when he should definitely be serious

And this is one of many things that drew your relationship to its inevitable end

Not only was it his lack of ability to read the room, but also his dangerous job

With the privilege of being considered the ‘strongest’, that means the strongest enemies are after him as well

You cannot begin to count the amount of times he said he’d leave for a three day mission, only to be gone for an entire week with no further communication

There’s a large risk at hand with being even so much as associated with Gojo

Let alone being his romantic partner

A certain bounty has been placed on your head too, you’re sure.

And that is just dusting against the surface of the cracks that eventually took control of your relationship

And to be honest, he doesn’t take the break up that serious either

Not until you stop returning your calls and haven’t come home for a few hours

Maybe it’ll make him realize, but who knows?

N.Kento:

Nanami is tricker than Gojo.

But in some regards, I believe he’s very similar

For Nanami is perceived, at least, to be a ‘simple’ man

For someone who hates work, who would much rather go on a long vacation,

He takes his occupation extremely seriously

Both his normal income job and his sorcerer work

And sometimes you truly felt he held his job before you, his partner

And sometimes, he would openly admit to taking priority elsewhere than with you

Which, in some cases understandable, still hurts

One time, later in your relationship, he has forgotten your anniversary

Well, he hadn’t forgotten it fully

But he didn’t celebrate in anyway, needing his hours at work

Nor did he intend to celebrate in anyway, even though much earlier to the date you told him you would like to

Unlike Gojo, the breakup is rather smooth

He simply and utterly refuses to leave on a bad note

And he will not only leave in good terms, but he wants to leave respectfully

But he will be in shock for a very long time afterwards

And he doubts the feeling of deep regret will leave anytime soon…

G.Suguru:

I don’t think people really recognize how others are affected when someone begins to spiral

Not only is the person who is going through the hard time hurting and being drained, the person helping is drained too

And unfortunately, this is what happened to yours and Geto’s relationship

Seeing someone you care for so deeply begin this downward trajectory is hard

And you swore to be by his side through it all..

Until he began to do some things you didn’t exactly approve of

Once the count of dead began rising by his hand, you found yourself losing sympathy bit by bit

It’s a hard pill to swallow, it’s a difficult thing to accept

And it’s an even worse thing to end

To hang on to the hope that the old Suguru is simply trapped behind a mask of pain would be futile

It’s either accept unfortunate route his travelled down, or follow in your own beliefs

And even though you once thought you could help him wash his hands clean of blood,

There will always be a spot left unattended

And spots only grow until you no longer see skin

Only red.

He doesn’t actually believe you at first when you bring up leaving him

In fact, he says to your face he doesn’t believe you

Like Gojo, he assumes that after you calm down you’ll be running back to him

But you don’t

And there’s very few times he’s felt regret.

He has done everything in his power to make sure the word isn’t even in his vocabulary

But there’s that sting in his heart and that dizziness in his head

That can only be described as loss.

Thanks for reading!

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[personwhowrites]

Hi can you do COD with TS141+König or anyone else you’d like with reader who likes to put her/their (whichever one you’re more comfortable writing) jewelry inside one of their pockets on their vests for safe keeping? Usually reader is BTS on the missions but on times reader goes out with them, reader has a ton of jewelry on and just puts it in their pocket without them looking if that makes sense? Thanks! And take care!

König

Confused at first when he found your jewelry in his vest. Wondering if he picked it up when you two first met.

When visiting the Border and Transportation Security building again he watch as you set your jewelry in side pocket of your vest while thought no one was looking. He admired you from afar, wanting to know more about you.

Sometimes each day after visiting your working field he would hope you put jewelry in his vest or pocket. Started his own little collection of your things.

Soon he started to see how you stopped randomly and slightly whines about it to one of his colleagues.

“She just stop.. it’s been three weeks and nothing!” König whines while looking at Horangi. “Why.. did she just not want to care anymor—“

“Maybe she ran out of jewelry?” Horangi suggests with a sigh. “I mean it would get tiring to keep buying jewelry.”

With that thought he immediately left the room and rushed to you. Finding all the jewelry he went to your office and set it all down in front of you. It was awkward as you thought you lost of it forever.

“Don’t stop.” König says in a raspy tone. “Please..”

With that, you never did. You place jewelry in hard places to find in his vest, making it a small little game. König sometimes kept the jewelry close to his heart when in tense situations in the field . Reminding himself that there is someone who will be devastated if he was to die and end the game like that.

John “Captain” Price

Like König he was confused on how your jewelry ended in his vest. Thinking he might of picked it up by accident he started at it trying to remember if ge did.

When visiting you again he brought it to you and apologize. You smiled at him and thank him for bringing it back. That you were “searching for it endlessly.” Even though you weren’t.. Price hearts began to race as saw your smile, it wasn’t any smile you gave to anyone. It was a clearly loving one that took over his heart.

Once again when Price came by you placed the jewelry in his pockets. Tricking him into coming back each time he found it to talk to you. Of course Price caught on quickly and just came by randomly, surprising you at times with coffee. Yet the day you stopped his heart stopped as he thought he dropped it somewhere in the base.

“Shit.. shit!” Price whispers yells while scanning the hall. “Where is it.. where is it..”

“What are you looking for Cap?” Gaz asks approaching Price. “Cap?”

“I lost it..” Price says defeated now. “Damn it!”

“Lost what..?” Gaz asks now worried for mood change in Price.

“The necklace..” Price sighs with sadness. “Bloody hell..”

“Maybe she didn’t put anything in your vest today.” Gaz says with a shrug.

Before the conversation could continue Price is literally running to your work space. He opened the door and took a deep breath as he saw you hold the necklace.

“..why.. did you stop..?” Price asks grabbing the necklace. “..Please don’t stop this..it’s the only way I can bring myself to.. see you..”

After that you never stopped. Price at times did get too busy to see you, but always held the necklace close to his heart during meetings and paperwork.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz was surprised to find your jewelry in his vest. Especially when he knew you loved that necklace. He would stare at it then put it on without care.

When seeing you again he showed off the necklace hopping you wouldn’t say anything. You laugh and looked at him before he gave it back. Gaz loved the smile and laughter he would often even steal the necklaces to see you again and say “you put it in my vest again.” Pretty much gaslighting you but in a good way?

Yet the moment you stopped brining jewelry Gaz quickly pointed it out. It was the only way Price would let him see you, Gaz annoyed would sneak away from his station to see you. Immediately questioning you about everything and even come to whine to you about this issue.

“Why did you stop..?” Gaz asks in squeaky tone. “Do you.. not like it when I take it?”

“Gaz no it’s ju—“ you try to say before Gaz grabbing your face. “Gaz?”

“Please.. please tell me why you stopped..” Gaz whimpered slightly. “Did I get too annoying, I can stop just don’t.. stop our thing..”

“Gaz easy now, I just left it my car I keep forgetting to get it.” You say with a chuckle making him embarrassed. “I’ll bring it after my lunch..”

Gaz embarrassed he would still see you but made sure you always had your jewelry. You got happy with his visits and even bought a matching bracelet for him. Gaz was really excited when you gave it to him.

On though missions when it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to escape, he would kiss the bracelet and remember your waiting on him.

John “Soap” Mactavish

Sopa was no fool when the moment he found the jewelry, he could clearly tell how you felt but would act coy to see how long the game will last.

Soap would bring the jewelry back to you, but while you were busy and had to much stuff going on to even notice him. He found it funny to see you all a reck, all over the place like a bouncy ball bouncing off the walls. Soap did help you at times, but not much since that’s not his work field.

This is man is no secret holder, he would brag to Ghost about the situation. Then, when you stopped he would run to Ghost slightly accusing him of telling you about the bragging.

“You told her.” Soap says now upset. “You did..didn’t you!”

“What are you on about..” Ghost husky voice picks up. “Tell who what?”

“You know!” Soap says slightly unamused. “You know how much I like her!”

“Johnny the fuck are you talking about?” Ghost asks now concerned. “Johnny you talking about the jewelry girl?”

“Yeah!” Soap says angry now think Ghost did do something. “You did do something!”

“Johnny.. she’s right behind you.” Ghost says shaking his head. “Bloody hell..”

When ghost leaves you start laughing and cover your face. Soap embarrassed looks away and face palms. You hand Soap your necklace and ring. Soap immediately holds it close and sighs.

“Don’t.. scare me like that.. I thought I wouldn’t see you again without a reason..” Soap hums now looking at you. “..I like you..”

“Oh soap..” You say with a teary smile. “I like you too!”

After that you always made sure that Soap had something of yours. Making sure he can never forget you when his in missions. That he knows you will always be waiting for him when he comes back.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Let’s be honest here, nothing can get pass this man. So the moment you tried to sneak some of your jewelry in his vest he grabbed your hand and gave you a cold stare. He was never distracted for you to have the opportunity to set something in his vest. He did question you immediately on what your plan is.

When coming back around your work area he does stare at the jewelry you “hide” from your co-works and boss. He then acts like his not paying attention to give you a chance. Ghost doesn’t even know why he is doing it. When you do put the jewelry in his vest you think you’re the best and finally complete a super risky mission. Yet ghost watches you from the corner of his eyes and smiles a bit seeing you happy. He immediately leaves seeing that he smiled at you. Ghost doesn’t like that part of himself and decides to isolate himself form you.

He does soon return the jewelry after a few weeks. Ghost doesn’t even say anything he just sets it down and walks away. His too confused on his feelings to understand he loves you.

When Ghost sees you avoid him too and stop bringing jewelry he immediately confronts you and the most calmest way ever.

“Why did you stop” Ghost says in a calm icy tone.

“Stop what?” You say clearly confused. “Lieutenant..?”

“You stopped trying and bringing.” Ghost says now with more emotion. “You got bored of me didn’t you?”

“..I’m sorry but what are you.. going about?” You say now confused. “Are you fee—“

“The jewelry!” Ghost says slamming his hand on the table. “Why did you stop it!”

“Because I didn’t want anger you!” You yell back with some anger. “Yet it seems it did the opposite!”

“Well it seems like it!” Ghost says shaking his head. “Wai—“

You both stare at each other and laugh. A real laugh from ghost was a rare thing, after a while Ghost let his guard down around you letting you put the jewelry in his vest.

During missions he would wear the necklace or ring. If questioned by his team, he ignores them and continues on to see you.

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[kirisimalove]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Period Comfort

pairing : ̗̀➛sonic the hedgehog x fem!reader, amy rose x fem!reader, platonic! tails x fem!reader, knuckles x fem! reader, shadow the hedgehog x fem! reader, rouge the bat x fem! reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ how they comfort you on your period

warnings ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊   fluff, heavy cursing, shadow being a scary cat to comfort you, protective behavior, sugar mommy rouge

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “I know the pain.” This woman already spoils your ass a lot. Seeing you down on your month just makes her want to go into sugar mommy mode. She’ll give you sass on how you should not be sad. So she doesn’t let it slide and you both go on a shopping spree. More like robbing. She didn’t pay for shit. Rouge is a kind of woman who will spoil you to death. She doesn't give a rat's ass. Rogue one time came up to you and was like, “Darling, you ran out,” and pulled out feminine products that you are comfortable in one thing different: it's expensive. She does get busy but will always check on you to see if you're okay after seeing you had cramps one day. She may not admit it but she is worried about you. In her eyes you matter more than her work. You’re lucky to have her as a soulmate. She is gonna give you the most cuddles. She will take you to a fancy dinner as well. This girl just loves you so much. She will cuddle you with heating pads. When you get moody with her she will put you in your place. I mean she is mommy and she doesn't take disrespect. “You should know better.”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “A What?!” Let's be real fangirls. Your man doesn't know what he’s doing. To be honest he is going to freak out when he sees stained blood on your pants. It doesn't matter if you are friends or not. He doesn't know shit. The only experience he had was with Maria. That’s been 50 years (it is not even confirmed Maria had a period). Even then, he didn’t know what to do. I feel like he will let you cuddle to him for heat and he will just stay silent. He wouldn’t necessarily spoil you but he will bring you some comfort in the things you like. Maybe your favorite snacks or some shit. At least he’s trying. It’s not much but as long as you are getting comfort he is calm. You will have to teach him how to give you affection though. I don’t think he’s affectionate as much but he will try for you. He wants to make you happy. That’s all he cares about. He does not want you to be sad. It makes him uncomfortable. He will probably ask Amy or Rouge for advice about the subject and come out traumatized that you bleed out of your vagina every month but glad it doesn’t hurt just the periods. He will probably steal Rouge’s feminine products and blame it on someone else. He gets a little scared when your mood swings hit. “Please do not yell.” He says one time when you were screaming at him over something stupid.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “That’s normal?!” When he first found out about this it was the blood stain. I mean who wouldn’t notice? He freaks out and would probably just run through the house like a maniac until you do something about it. He runs up to you and makes sure you are alive. You are confused as fuck. You will have to tell him what a period is. He doesn’t know much about girls. Thinks youre dying when you have cramps. He will be dramatic when you get moody with him. Will be a big baby and cry about it. He will not leave your ass alone. It's annoying. He treats you normal even after learning you bleed out of your vagina every month. I mean you said you were fine. His dumb ass took it literally. You are not fine. You are cramping! Normal or not. He will constantly run to Tails for advice (How the hell does an 8 year old know about the female body?) and then he will tell you he made the ideas. It is honestly so cocky but he wants to impress you. I feel like he will just cling to you and it will piss you off. He will most definitely give you the most comfort but it's annoying. He doesn’t know what space is (I feel like every boy doesn’t know what a period is) or what a period is. I mean it makes sense. But he is a sweetheart but dramatic. You most definitely pushed this mf off the bed. “Hey hitting is-...ow!” You throw random objects at him.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Aww man, do you need help?” Bro probably knows more than me. The 8 year old is a fucking genius. I headcanon him to be like a dork like Donnie from tmnt. Same vibes. Anyways, he is your best friend and wants you to be healthy. Will spam you until you take care of yourself. He will give you so much comfort. You too are platonic besties! He will force you to drink a lot of water and eat a lot of healthy snacks. Does not take no for an answer. He will probably give you baby eyes because he wants to convince you. I mean you are a monster if you say no. How dare you! He will probably inform you on different facts so you know what’s happening with your body. You listen to an 8 year old? Cool. He will most definitely help you track your period if your memory is bad or you just need constant reminders. One time it was one day before your period and he sees signs and pulls out his calendar on you. “Your menstrual cycle starts tomorrow!”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Oh dear!” She is such a sweetheart. She will bake you some of your favorite treats! She loves you so much and is so sad seeing you hurt so much. She cries when you get upset with her. She is really sensitive but understands you. She will give you the best cuddles and pull up your favorite game for you both to play. She will let you win if it’s a competitive game. She feels so bad that you hurt so much. One day this sweet bean brings you flowers and your favorite candies and sees you hurt she exclaims. “Oh my!”  She gives you kisses all over your cheeks and lips. She does not leave you in pain. She will do anything for you to stop hurting. She will not accept you being sad. You are her love. She loves you too much for you to be sad like this. If you have an emergency and run out of pads she will dash to a local pharmacy and give you everything you need and a plushie.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “What’s that?” You will have to explain in so much detail. He will not know what you mean. He will think you are dying and try to stop the bleeding. You tell him before he pulls off your pants to see the blood. He still doesn’t know what it is. He hears you. He will need time to process. Ask you a bunch of questions. He will probably ask Rouge or Amy for advice (sorry Cream and Blaze you don’t matter). He trusts them to know since they are women. Rouge will tease him so much but will help. Amy being the sweetheart she is, will bake something for you. He comes back with pads/tampons/menstrual cups (whatever you are comfortable in) with Amy’s fresh baked cookies. He also has a smile on his face. He is so sweet. I feel like he will get offended with the sudden mood swings. “Hey watch the attitude!” Something along those lines. He doesn’t like you being an asshole to him. He will comfort you. A few kisses, hugs, and cuddles. Not unless you want something else. He wants nothing more but for you to be happy. He values that. He wants you okay. You are his.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #tails the fox #amy rose x reader #rouge the bat x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

[smut-slut69]

“Dirty Talk”

Kinktober 2023|Day 6 ~ Dirty Talk

Pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: You had always known your husband was a work oriented man. But after you had you’re son, long hours at work turned longer and longer. Making you doubt if your husband still felt the same as he did before you had your son.

“Baby, what do you think about this one” you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress was pretty but looked like pretty much everything else in your closet, but you had so many clothes, you’d forget about it in a moment. “It’s not too tight is it?”

You turn around after getting no response from your husband who had his phone to his ear, tons of your other purchases hanging off his strong shoulders. Kyojuro was always working now, he was a business-focused man before you all got married and had a baby, but at least he paid attention to you then.

When he offered to go shopping with you you got excited, this could have been a chance to spend more time with him. But with each store the two of you went into, the more un-excited he seemed to get.

He always seemed unexcited around you now. The only time his eyes seemed to light up any more was when you brought his son to him at home.

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you slipped back into the dressing room, pushing off the dress. He could have at least looked at you, but he seemed to hate doing that now. You were racking your brain about why Kyojuro had been so distant lately. Was there someone else, were you not as fine as he used to think you were, you had gained a little weight after the baby, but you thought it suited you.

Ignoring the tear that rolled down your eyes, you left the rest of the dresses in the room, putting on your jeans and blouse before leaving the dressing room.

Still on the phone, Kyojuro followed behind you, and with your mood now spoiled you were ready to head to the car.

As the weeks went on your sour moods turned to pure sadness. Kyojuro had seemed even more distant than ever lately. A lot of the time, you were left on your lonesome just you and your son. You loved your son as much as you loved Kyojuro, but there was only so much company a baby could give, especially when your son sleeps 50% of the time. So on most nights, you were in bed, depending on being interested in some book you left on your nightstand.

You consider yourself a strong woman, it was one of the many reasons why Kyojuro had fallen in love with you. But tonight was one of the nights where you felt weaker than ever. It was hard to admit it but the way your marriage had been after you had your son hurt you. You wish Kyojuro was here, to hold you and giggle about how cute your baby boy was together. The fact his warm hands weren’t around you was enough to bring long, held-off, tears in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you were crying, at some point, you were just holding yourself until your cries turned into sniffles. You almost felt yourself drifting away but your hope of sleep was disrupted by footsteps entering your bedroom.

“Kyojuro” you called out. “What time is it?” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it love, why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned.

You sat up from your bed, reaching for your phone lying on your nightstand to check the time. Anger seared in you when you saw it.``Don’t change the subject, why the hell are you just getting home at two in the morning” you said, turning to him.

The moonlight allowed him to see the partially dried tears that stained your puffy cheeks. “Love, have you been crying?” he questioned softly.

“Lov-” he tried again, “I mean what else do you want me to do but cry, you haven’t been home with me in what feels like forever!” you yelled.

“Calm down, I was just working late at the office Y/n, you know I’m closing up a big deal”

“Bull shit, there’s no reason you need to be away from me and your fucking son that long”you yelled.

Kyojuro frowned, crossing his arms, “Y/n you’re being dramatic, just go to bed, I’m tired, I don’t have time for this” he groaned.

“You’re tired!” You shrieked, “hHowthe fuck do you think I feel, I’m home with our son all the fucking time without your help!”

“What Y/n, you’re clearly just in a mood to argue so I’m going to sleep,” he said, turning around to get ready for bed.

Angry, hot tears fell down your cheeks.

“You can’t just dismiss me every time you don’t feel like talking” you spoke angrily.

“Whatever Y/n, I told you I’m not arguing with you”

“I don’t want to argue, I’m trying to tell you I’m upset!” You yelled. Your gut-wrenching tone is what made Kyojuro stop midway through undoing his tie to look at you.

You settled down onto the bed, breathing unevenly,“I-Is there someone else” you sobbed, “I just don’t understand” you cried. “I know I’ve gained a little weight but I think I’m still pretty, I can’t be that disgusting that you want extra time away all the time.'' you exclaimed, too worked up to notice more tears falling from your eyes.

Kyojuro felt worse than he ever had seeing you like this because of him, he knew how hard you were crying, and the fact he caused your tears made it so much worse. “Oh Y/n, come here” he opened his arms, laying on the bed beside you.

You wanted to curse at him, yell at him for everything he was making you feel, but you couldn’t help but fall into his arms, letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

He whispered into your ear, trying to console you, hoping to end your tears. He held you until you stilled in his arms, clinging onto him.

“Love, look at me,” he asked. You lifted your tear-stained face at his request. He lifted a large hand to swipe the leftover tears on his cheeks.

“There’s no one else, and there never will be,”Kyojuro said, hands trailing down to pull your frame closer to him.

“I thought you were the most sexy, gorgeous woman in the world before you had our son, but the glow you have now is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, I’m so sorry I made you feel this way, so so sorry my love” He whispered.

You looked at him with teary eyes, “Please don’t cry” he asked.

One of your shaky hands came to grip his jaw, pulling him closer to you. You couldn’t remember the last time the two oad really kissed. Sure there had been quick pecks and sloppy cheek kisses, but it had been a while since Kyojuro had kissed you.

Your lips were just as pillowy soft as they always were, and your tears tasted sour in the kiss, but it was everything you needed. The two of you kissed like you used to back when you were teenagers, till you couldn’t breathe, only pulling away when the need to breathe became urgent.

There was so much more that Kyojuro wanted to apologize for, but definitely wasn’t thinking with his head. His grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over onto your back, watching as your legs spread out on impact. He smiled at your appearance, hairdisheveleddicheveled, nipples threatening to peek out of your silk gown, silky smooth thighs visible.

“Stars, you’re so beautiful” He whispered.

He leaned down to kiss you once again, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your chest. Kyojuro pulled down the tips of your nightgown, watching as your full tits spilled out. One of his strong hands came to massage your breasts, his mouth sucking your pert nipple.

You let out stifled moans above him, biting your finger so you wouldn’t make too much noise. Kyojuro parted from your chest making you whine. “Don’t you dare hide those noises from me” he demanded, fingers tracing the edge of your nightgown. “B-but the baby” you explained.

He shook his head,IYou and me both know he sleeps through the night” he laughed, pushing your nightgown up over your stomach. He smiled at the sight, trailing lightly over the ticklish parts of your stomach, making you tense at the sensation.

“I almost forgot how sensitive you are, bet your pussy’s still the same way” he mused as his hands trailed towards your thighs, watching as your thighs twitched from the feeling.

“How’s she feeling huh? I bet she’s twitching, just waiting for me to touch her” he smiled, tapping your clit through your thin lace underwear.

“Bet she missed me, didn’t she” He asked, your eyes were closed tight as you felt him, lips formed into a round O shape.

He tutted at you, grasping a hold of your chin making your eyes shoot open to look at him.

“Answer me baby, did your little pussy miss me” He asked again.

“Mhmm” you whimpered, teeth biting into your lower lip.

“I bet you want me to touch her,”He asked, “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

His fingers slowly rubbed against your slit, feather-light you could barely feel him touching you. You groaned at his teasing pace. “Why do you sound so upset with my love, am I not giving you what you wanted?” he said.

“I-I want m-” you started, but he cut you off, “You want more, what do you want?”

“Do you want me to make me cum with my fingers on you?” he said, suddenly rubbing harsh circles on your more than sensitive clit, making your thighs twitch and your pussy gush onto your underwear. “Or maybe you want to cum on my fingers” Kyojuro mused, moving to prod at your entrance through your underwear.

“Or maybe you want to cum in my mouth, though, I know you like it wheN i talk you through it,”he said, laughing as you moaned loudly at his words.

“Which is it my love, answer e, or nothings gonna happen”

“Y-your fingers, your fingers baby” you answered.

He slipped next to you, a hand coming to rest over your head the other tracking shapes onto the inside of your thigh occasionally dancing over your slit,What's the magic word”

“Baby please, can I have your fingers”you begged. Kyojuro left a wet kiss on your cheek, “Of course my love”.

His hands trailed into your underwear, sighing at how wet you were, “God baby, your pussy’s drooling” he hummed. He brought a single finger to circle over your entrance. You bucked your hips up into his hand moaning as his long finger sucked into your tight pussy.

“Of, fuck baby, it feels so good” you admitted, twitching as his fingers reached knuckle deep into you. “I can tell. She sucked me right in, god your stightjt, I haven’t stretched your little pussy out in a while, guess I’ll have to change that”

He drove his fingers in, and out of you drinking in the beautiful sounds you were making. He missed this, missed you, and this was just what he needed.

“Think you can take another one?” he asked.

You nodded frantically, “Please, stretch me out” you begged.

He managed to wedge two of his fingers into your tight pussy. You were shaking in his grip, holding onto his arms as the pleasure drove you insane. His fingers were long and thick, they managed to touch that spongy part inside of you that made your legs twitch in a way you couldn’t control.

“Does it feel good my love” he huffed in your ear.

“Yes, fuck it’s so good” you moaned.

“Yeah, you like it when my fingers are so deep i,n you” he said, you smiled, “Mhmm”.

He watched your face contort into a lop-sided grin, enjoying yourself. You would have been embarrassed at how fast you were ready to cum, but how could you be blamed. It had been forever since he had fingered you like this, talked less, talked to you like this. It was driving you crazy, especially when the ball of his hand would drag over your clit making you squirm.

“Are you gonna cum My love”he asked.

“I-I’m so close” you admitted.

Your hips ground down onto his hand, making a mess on his hands “You wanna cum” He asked.

“So bad, I wanna cum so bad”

He hummed, watching your eyes roll back in your head and just needing one more push to send you over the edge.

“Then do it My love, cum all over my fingers” hinstructeded.

Your whole body stilled for a second, scaring Kyojuro a liBeforeit. BEfore your legs shook ridiculously, jutting his fingers deeper inside of you. Your pussy gushed all over his hand but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed.

Your thighs twitched as Kyojuro pulled out of you, printing his wet fingers to your mouth, “Open” he instructed. You took his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself.

He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I still have a lot I want to say,” you said.

He nodded, holding you closer, “And I’ll listen”

“I’ll listen to every word”

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed! This is barely proof read and I hope this was good:)

#kyojuro smut #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kinktober #tw dirty talk #kny kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #demon slayer rengoku #kyojuro x you #rengoku x black reader #rengoku x you #rengokukyoujorou #rengoku smut #rengoku x reader

[igotanidea]

All the little voices : J.T x reader

Request: A Jason fic where the reader is insecure.

A/N: the parts in italics are retrospective.

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It was one of those days.

Those days when she felt inadequate, insufficient, judged and dished. The mere thought of going out of the house was like a slap on the cheek.

She just wanted to rest, to not see people, not compare herself to all the other woman and girls on the streets and at work, ending up feeling like a walking disaster. Not getting lost in her own thoughts, her own head.

But a girl gotta work. And besides, she had that little critic inside her always saying mean stuff, making her feel guilty for not wanting to go out. And she listened, forcing herself to do things that left her even more broken than at the beginning.

Y/N really did like her job, found a way to express herself through it. Mostly, she was energetic, helpful, concerned, smiling and beaming while performing her duties. But after a while, her self-consciousness always started creeping in.

Always.

And it was like a step back from all she achieved.

Those were the days when she would rather fit into the wall, acting like a freaking chameleon than talk to people. Her duties were taking twice as much time, because she got scared of making phone calls and would rather search for the information by herself. Instead of talking to the coworkers in the other department she preferred sending e-mails just to avoid face to face confrontation. And an hour before the end of the shift she realized she was just staring at the clock praying that no one would drop by to have a little chat with her.

Surviving the work, however, was one thing.

The other, possibly harder, was getting back home.

Putting her earphones on and trying to separate herself from reality, Y/N got lost into her Spotify shuffle playlist, sounds of music bringing even more thoughts, plans, scenarios, making her even more insecure than before. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the oldness of the T-shirt she was wearing, her worn-out shoes, bitten nails and that stupid zit on the chin that she couldn’t for the love of god conceal in the morning. Songs sparked some memories of the words her boss addressed her, about how she could be so much better and how she should step up in work and in life. And that lead her straight into thinking about Jay.

“I’m not worth any of this.” she thought “what does he see in me? Definitely something that is not there. I am not who he thinks I am. Honestly, I don’t know who I am at all. And what if I’m crazy? What if I’m gonna end up as someone I don’t even recognize? I don’t want that. I just want to get home and hide from the people. But I can’t do that” she felt like crying  “there’s so much work to do, so man e-mails and tasks to deal with. And what if I can’t deal with them? What if I’m both ugly and  stupid? What if I fail? What if I’m a failure?!” she didn’t even realize that, but her eyes turned sad, showing that vulnerable side of the girl, who truly was at the verge of tears. Her whole posture was just screaming “please don’t hurt me”.

She didn’t want people to look at her, to see her, and yet, somewhere in her crazy, spinning mind she felt like all eyes were on her, judging, commenting, laughing at her internally. She just wanted to disappear, ditch the grocery shopping, but it was either that or starving since her fridge was absolutely empty. Thank god for the self-service checkouts!

That spinning and turning and worrying made her get back home in a very strange mood with a mix of feelings, she couldn’t possibly contain. She wanted to laugh and cry and scream and walk around and lay down all at the same time.

Slowly the panic started creeping in and it was harder and harder to breathe.

She practically did nothing for the whole day, so why was she so tired. Why was she already fearing the upcoming day, despite the fact that it was barely 5 p.m. and she still had a whole evening to relax?

“Come on, just breathe Y/N. It’s gonna be fine, you are gonna be fine.”  she whispered, hugging herself tightly.

A mistake.

Feeling her own body and those little rolls of fat made her cry out loud. She never had a good relationship with her own body. How could she possibly love or accept something so broken, marked with stretched, imperfections, discolorations? How?  Damn, she just wanted to be pretty and skinny and perfect. For so many times she wished she was mentally capable of wearing a dress or shorts or something more …. revealing. Last week when Jason and she were  shopping at the mall, she stopped in front of the lingerie shop, admiring all those fancy panties and lacy bras.

“You like that princess?” Jason smirked coming from behind her back, wrapping arms around her waist and hugging her tightly to his chest, scaring her to death in the process. “I would love to see you in that, one day.”

“ I…..I …..” she stuttered

“why don’t we go inside so you can try it on?” Jason smirked “I’m most definitely ready to buy the whole shop  for you.”

“Why don’t we just go home and stop goofing around?” she wriggled herself free leaving him a bit dumbfounded

“It’s all right, baby. You’re still hot and sexy for me, even without….”

“Mhm, sure….” She mumbled, her eyes wondering all over, hands shaking and she just clenched her fingers to cover up for that. Hot and sexy, sure…. “You know what I just ….. I just remembered something I have forgotten. I…. I need to go to the mall bathroom real quick, all right? You …. Take that and I’ll meet you here in  a moment, all right? Great….” She did not even let him finish, taking off and heading straight to the one place when she could possibly get some peace and quiet.

She never told him she cried her heart out in that tiny lavatory. Quick make up was enough to hide the stains and reddened eyes.

Why was it all coming back to her now?

Just one trigger was enough to get her completely spinning.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Jane?” she smiled at her coworker, waiting for the words coming

“I’m gonna need you to take some of my work and deal with it”

“I’m sorry, what? Why would I do your work when I got so much of mine?”

“Cause I’m leaving with the boss. He might promote me into his assistant, you know! Which means I am practically your immediate supervisor, and you shall do as I say.

Jane was not the sharpest tool in the shed and definitely not the most hardworking and she was getting promoted. Maybe Y/N truly was stupid for giving so much of herself to work. Maybe she was just not good enough and too quiet to ever be noticed.

Why the hell was all of that coming back now!?

She wanted to try something new and that’s why the girl found herself at the workout class at the gym. Not entirely sure how to use any of that special equipment, just standing like a statue and observing all those fit girls with their perfect figures.

If that was what Jason was watching every time he hit the gym ……

“Hey, are you new here?” a female trainer with the widest smile approached Y/N. “How about I show you around?” Y/N could tell the other girl was being sincere, but she already had enough. She did not fit in here. Not with her T-shirt and leggings serving as a workout suit and covering all those parts of her body that she was ashamed of.

“Um… I… thanks, but I think I actually feel sick…..” she mumbled, spun on her feet and never came back.

Y/N was extremely insecure at this point. She needed a hug. She needed someone to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into her ear. She needed Jason, but at the same time never wanted to be a burden to him. To put the weight of her problems onto him. But maybe she could just casually call him up?”

“Jason?” she dialed the number and he picked up at the first signal.

“Hi, princess. What’s up there?”

“not… not much…” she swallowed harshly “I just needed to hear your voice….”

“What happened?” oh, he caught up on that little trembling in her voice and became concerned in an instant.

“Why would something happen?” she tried to scoff him playfully, but it did not work at all.

“don’t play with me babe”

“I need you, Jace” she cried into the phone “I’m sorry, please, can you come?”

“I’m on my way. Don’t hung up.”

“It’s not like I’m in any danger……”

“I don’t care. You are shaken so clearly someone upset you. You keep talking to me. I’m mounting the bike and will be there in like ten minutes. You do not hang up on me.”

She did not . At least not until she heard knocking on the door and very disturbed Jason with disheveled hear, in his leather jacket busted through them, immediately wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Jason….” she wriggled a bit

“Hush. Let me hold you for now and then we’ll talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“What do you want?”

“A way out of my head.”

“Cuddles?” he asked

“please……” she whimpered and he didn’t even hesitate picking her up and carrying her toward the couch.

“I can…..” she protested but he cut her off.

“Yes, I know you can walk, but something tells me your legs are going to give up on you soon, so don’t fight against me.”

He laid her down gently, climbing up next to her and sneaking arms around her.

“ Thank you for coming….” She muttered hiding face in his jacket

“You really left me no choice, baby. That phone call was rather disturbing. “

“I;m sorry” she winced ashamed of taking his time and attention.

“Stop saying you’re sorry! Why would you be sorry? Y/N, baby, look at me” his right hand ended up on her cheek caressing it gently “what…..? Ohmygod…..”

“What?” she trembled. Was he going to leave because she was so needy and whiny and shaken? Was he done with her, like all the other boys in her life before? Not that there were many but still enough to leave a scar.

“You feel like you’re not enough.” He stated simply. “you think you are a burden.”

“What? No, of course not! I’m perfectly fine!”

“You’re not. “ Jason shook his head “I know that look. First handed. I used to do that too. Constantly wondering if I was too much to handle for you. If I was only bringing you down.

“You did?” her eyes grew wide. “I never knew…. Why didn’t you tell me?” she lifted herself up, hand lying on his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart.

“Possibly for the same reason you did not tell me.” He smiled lightly, but his eyes were sad beyond recognition. “Because I love you. And I never wanted to worry you.”

“Jason….” tears started falling down her cheeks “Baby, you have to tell me such things. I love you too, I don’t want to see you hurt or feeling insecure. Ever. I’m here for you, you know there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to make you feel better and …. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so sweet, baby. But now, I need you to think about what you just said and turn those words around.”

“What? How….?” She looked at him, a bit confused but only for a second “oh, you little rascal!” Y/N hit his chest a couple times, before he grabbed her wrist and kissed it gently, lovingly “you played me!”

“Yeah, I did. Like a pro, didn’t I?” he smirked, clearly proud of himself

“You made me cry!”

“And I hate myself for that. But it was needed so you would understand exactly how I feel when I see you like that. I’m not good with words, Y/N, I know I’m not, but the feelings I have for you are right here.” Jason closed his eyes and put her hand back on his rapidly beating heart “ there are no words in any language to describe them.”

“I think I might cry again….”she warned, her face twisting

“Go ahead. Here’s the shoulder, dedicated especially to that.” He pointed towards his limb and smiled widely “Y/N….”

“Yes?”

“I bought that thing you were watching at the last shopping spree…..”

“YOU WHAT?! I’M NOT…..”

“Don’t worry,  we’ll get there baby. I’ll be proving to you how wonderful you are, using every method possible. I’ll make all those little voices of yours shut up. And If that may require taking some things off your ….” His eyes travelled over her body with lust, making her tremble “…. Shoulders” he finished smirking “than I’m game.”

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So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

It's the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy's life for the worst.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Warning: Angst. References to Roger's death, Buggy and Shanks' fight, there's mention of teasing, there's a protective friend, Buggy has Big Feelings, yells at Reader. There's tears. A/N: A request from the lovely @chochotorianime10 who wanted a young Buggy with an s/o who is like Kagura from Fruits Basket, who is the Boar in the zodiac. Buggy in this fic is 19, full of angst. He just wants a drink. Honestly these two probably both need some kind of therapy, especially Buggy. Title comes from "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men.

It had been three years since Roger’s execution and the falling out between two friends, but you saw how Buggy’s eyes still flashed whenever he heard mention of Red Haired Shanks or saw a straw hat or anything that could remind him of the friend he once had. You had remained by his side after that, despite being friends with the two of them at a time. Love made a person do silly things and with how much you loved Buggy, you turned your back on Shanks when you saw how hurt Buggy was after their fight.

And it didn’t help that you loved Buggy so much that sometimes your emotions got the better of you. You were in a pub with him, bringing drinks to your shared table to help him feel better when you overheard someone make a passing comment about the clown over there in the corner lookin’ sad, aren’t clowns supposed to be happy and funny?

And well, your nickname on the Oro Jackson had been The Boar with the way you often charged forward into chaos without much thought and this was no different. You didn’t even make it to the table before you swung one of the bottles around, striking the stranger in the face and knocking him back into his friend. 

“Say that again, asshole!” You snapped as arms encircled you, pulling you away from the fight that was about to start. It was the third anniversary of That Day and Buggy wasn’t in the mood for a fight, even if he wasn’t involved in it. 

He dragged you out of the pub before the guy’s friends could retaliate, pulling you down the street and ducking into an alleyway. You managed to get out of his grasp to peer around the corner, grumbling about asshole drunks before looking back at Buggy with a worried expression. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, demeanour opposite of how it was seconds ago. He just stared at you before shaking his head.

“I wanted a drink, why did you have to do that!” He demanded angrily, clenching his fists. “Where else am I going to go?!”

“There’s another pub down the street, looks better anyways.” You chuckled, not bothered by his tone. He seethed, teeth clenched as he glared at you. You just smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll get you good and drunk to forget what the day is.”

He glared and shrugged your hand off. Today wasn’t the day he wanted to put up with your antics. This was the one day of the year where he wanted to be miserable, to mourn for what life had been, not drag you away from a brawl because you overheard him being insulted by some drunkard. 

“I'm going to find a different place.” He grumbled as he started for the street, but your hand grabbed his and stopped him. He jerked his hand out of your grasp and spun around to yell at you to just leave him alone for a few seconds, but he bit his tongue when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, Buggy.” You sniffled as you reached for his hand once again. “I just… that guy said somethin’ mean about you and I couldn't stand it. I hate it when people are mean to you.”

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before counting to three, exhaling slowly before he opened his eyes. You always looked out for him ever since the two of you met as children on the ship. The first time you heard someone make a jab about Buggy’s appearance you kicked the person so hard in the kneecap it shattered. You were ten. The crew started calling you The Boar affectionately shortly after that with how you attacked anyone without warning when it came to Buggy.

“Yea, well! Keep it together at the next place.” He snapped. “Don't get us run out of every pub in this town, okay?! I want to actually enjoy my drinks!”

You nodded, still holding his hand while your other hand wiped away the tears in your eyes. “I miss’im.”

“Yea, I do too.” Buggy mumbled as he started for the street again, tugging you along with him. While you drove him crazy, he was happy to have you with him, and the fact you chose him over Shanks made him feel a bit better about how everything went after the fight. You always chose Buggy over Shanks no matter what the situation was, even down to a stupid argument between the two and Shanks was right, you still agreed with Buggy.

“I'll make you breakfast tomorrow.” You told him as you trailed behind him, still holding his hand. He sighed and pulled you close so you walked beside him, not wanting his arm stretched that far back. Sure, he could pop his hand off and you could hold it for him, but he hated that. He wanted you by his side, not behind him.

“You don't have to.” Buggy mumbled. You looked at him, biting your bottom lip.

“But I wanna.”

He looked at you with a frown. You weren't the worse cook, the food was kind of edible, but you two had a room at a nearby inn that offered breakfast and well, Buggy planned to load a bag up of rolls and anything else that would keep so he wouldn't have to have your cooking.

“The inn offers breakfast.” He reminded you. “Just… don't worry about it.”

“Buggyyyyyy, can I at least fix your plate in the morning?” You begged, hand in yours as you swung your arm back and forth as you two made your way to the next pub. “You know I'll make it with lots of love.”

Ugh, love. You said that to him enough that he figured you must mean it, but he maybe said it once to you. It wasn't that he didn't have some kind of love for you, he just wasn't really sure how to define whatever the relationship between the two of you actually was. He never bothered to flirt with anyone, even if you weren't around, because no one would reciprocate. Often they'd just laugh at him, thinking it was a joke, and hide their snide comments to their friends behind their hands while Buggy walked away.

Shanks always made it look so easy. He had always ended up with a pretty girl on his lap or in his arms while the three of you would go to a pub together. You were all young and dumb, unaware of what was coming to tear you all apart, but it was all in good fun. There were times Shanks tried to hug you or give you a kiss on the cheek in front of Buggy, but you would always laugh and punch him in the shoulder before he could, not paying attention to the anger and jealousy in Buggy’s eyes.

He wasn't really sure what he was jealous about at the time. Was it Shanks trying to be too friendly with you or was it the fact Shanks could have anyone but he was going after you? Buggy couldn't understand why he had felt that way, and years later he wondered if he was still in denial in some way. 

He wasn't in love with you, he was positive of that, because while he appreciated you stuck around there were times he wondered if it was out of pity for him. Did you think he wasn't capable of taking care of himself? You were always there for him, ready to take someone down, and he knew growing up that others didn't think he could.

But you knew he could, you just didn't want him to do it alone.

“Buggggyyyy?” You asked in a sing-song voice as you two made your way to the next pub. He glanced at you with a frown while you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes. “Can… can I have a kiss?

“What?! Why?!” He demanded. “Why do you want one?!”

“B-Because that's what people do when they're in love.” You mumbled, suddenly averting your gaze from him as you looked down at your feet as your cheeks turned bright red. “I see couples do it all the time, y’know, and… and wished we would.”

“We are not a couple!” He shrieked, patience vanishing at the request and the look in your eyes for him. “Why the hell would you think that?! I don't love you!”

He dropped your hand and took a step back, breathing heavily as he glared at you. The silence was deafening, you were looking at him with big, surprised eyes. Was that too far this time? He often lost his temper but this was the first time he spoke to you like that. 

When you didn't respond, he started to panic just a bit. Now you would leave him too, just like Shanks, because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He hated that you weren't talking just then, this had to be the longest period you've ever been quiet for when you weren't sleeping.

“Wi-Will you say something?!” He demanded, clenching his fists tightly as he narrowed his eyes. “I just said I don't love you, okay, so you might as well just leave me alone now! Like everyone else!”

You lifted your hands up to his face and he started to take a step back; he knew your strength, he awaited the blows you would surely deliver, and when your fingers touched his skin, your palms pressing against his cheeks, he flinched, trying to jerk away.

“Buggy, it's okay.” You told him calmly, and he hated the soothing sound of your voice just then. He needed you to be mad at him, shrieking with the same intensity you showed for that man back at the pub, yet your tone was quieter, comforting him like you had many times before. “It's… it's okay.”

“No, no it's not.” He snapped back as he tried to pull away from you. “You should just leave me already! Everyone else has!”

You wouldn't let him get away, instead dropping your hands to his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He didn't fight you too hard to get away, the frustration and anger bubbling to the surface his arms wrapped around you. Buggy didn't want you to go, he didn't want to be alone. Today was a hellish day, the events years ago replaying in his mind every waking moment, but you stayed by his side no matter what he said to you, taking his emotions in stride.

“I'm not leaving you.” You assured him as you tightened your arms around him. 

“Why not?! You should!” Buggy shot back as tears welled up in his eyes. “I don't understand why you stick around, I don't love you!”

“That's okay.” 

He didn't miss the hitch in your voice when you said that or your own tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You still managed to smile at him despite what he just said.

“I still love you, Buggy, because I know you need someone to.” You sniffled. “I know you don't mean it.”

His eyes widened slightly and he stopped fighting to get away. He hesitated when he hugged you. He didn't deserve your kindness, he never did, but you still stuck around. He let the tears fall, not bothering to hide them, knowing you were the only person he trusted to see him this vulnerable.

“Let’s go get a drink, okay?” You suggested as you pulled back from the hug a few minutes later, once the tears stopped for the two of you. “I’ll be good this time.”

Buggy sniffed, rubbing his nose before wiping his hand on his shirt with a shrug, trying to ignore the fact he was just crying. You used the hem of your shirt to wipe your own face before smiling up at Buggy. He looked away from you and crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He mumbled as he started walking again; you trailed after him, linking your arm around his. He didn’t say anything or try to pull away. “You… you were defending me. S’okay.”

You giggled and slipped your arm away from his, slapping your hand against his shoulder lovingly, causing Buggy to stumble a bit from the force. He bit back a retort, letting you once more link your arm with his as the two of you headed for the next pub. 

He wondered if he was going to regret this, but he suddenly turned to face you, pecking you on the cheek so quickly you weren’t even sure he actually made contact with your skin, but you weren’t going to point it out. You just hugged his arm and let your head rest against his shoulder as the two of you walked along, and while it may take Buggy some time to admit it, he loved that you stuck around for him, took care of him, and put up with him, and he figured at some point he may tell you that he loves you, but it would have to wait.

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[hufflepuff-16]

You're a cutie ☆ミ

Harry Potter x gn reader (〝⌒∇⌒〝)

Warnings: just a tiny big of angst mostly cute fluff

Summary: Reader is feeling a bit sad, so Harry tries to cheer her up (friends to lovers fic).

Link to my previous James Potter fanfic

You arrive at Diagon Alley for your yearly shopping trip, but instead of feeling happy, you feel rather lonely and melancholy, it had been a year since the battle of hogwarts so after having visited half the shops, you decide to go to the Leaky Cauldron, hoping the warmth of the pub will make you feel better. When you enter, your mood lifts immediately. The bar is crowded, and the atmosphere is cosy. You find a booth in the back, and as you look up, you notice a familiar face walking in, who grins when you smile and wave him over to sit with you.

"Hi Harry," you say loudly

Harry waves at you and slides into the booth, grabbing a pitcher of Butterbeer as he does so.

“You look a little down. What’s the matter? Everything alright?” He says with a sympathetic smile.

Oh, Harry is so sweet, you thought. He was always looking out for others.

"Ah... you know, feeling a bit tired," you say truthfully.

Harry’s eyes soften upon hearing you say that. He reaches out an arm and rests a hand on your shoulder.

“Anything I can do to help? I may not be the wisest fella, but I’ve been told I am rather good at cheering people up.” He offers you a comforting smile, which somehow warms you from the inside out.

"You’re cute Harry you know that," You say teasingly.

Harry feels himself blushing at the compliment, and then grins at you.

“Well, thanks? I’d like to think that I have my charm moments,” he says in a playful tone.

He then smiles at you, “but honestly? I think you’re the cute one.”

You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, "What brings you here, Harry?"

“I could do with a chat and a good butterbeer,” Harry says and smiles warmly at you. He also happens to think you look really great tonight and is very tempted to say so, but decides against it for now.

“What are you doing in Diagon Alley, if you don’t mind me asking. I don’t really recognise this as your usual hangout place.”

"Oh, I'm just doing my yearly school shop."

Harry nods along and makes a little “Mm-hm” sound.

“Did you manage to get all the supplies you need?” He asks with a curious expression. “Not like a certain someone who’s a chronic procrastinator who would rather goof off than get his supply list finished…” He says with a joking smirk and nudging your shoulder with his.

"Yup, I've got everything, Mr Procrastinator ," You tease.

Harry laughs lightly. “I was talking about myself, you know,” he says with a smile, “but you knew that.” He says with a grin and nudges your shoulder once more. “I’m glad to hear you managed to get everything you need, though. I wouldn’t want you to be underprepared the day for the school year starts.”

He tilts his head at you, “So… how are you liking your holiday so far?” He asks, wanting to know how your time off from Hogwarts has been treating you.

"Actually to tell you the truth it's been quite hard, I'm just scared for them to end because then we would be back at hogwarts and.....you know.....that's where the battle happened and I'm worried I'll just see the bodies of our loved ones, and death eaters!" You give a shudder.

Harry looks worried and reaches to grab your hand to offer you comfort as you speak.

“I… I completely understand,” he says quietly and then sighs a little bit.

“Unfortunately I can’t exactly promise you nothing bad will happen. Death Eaters are ruthless, and I can’t make any guarantees. However…” he gives you a soft smile, “I can promise we’ll be there for each other. We’re in this together.”

He squeezes your hand a little.

“You have my word. And you have me.”

You give him a smile, "Thanks, Harry, you are a good person, you know."

Harry blushes at your kind words.

“Well… I try to be,” he says as he smiles at you. He then clears his throat and attempts to shift the conversation into a slightly lighter tone.

“So if you could do anything you wanted right now, what would you do?” He asks playfully. “You can ask for the moon and stars. The sky is the limit. It’s your wish, whatever it is.” He says with a grin.

You think for a moment and then decide what you wish for.

"I think I'd like to be in my house with some hot chocolate and a blanket, maybe watch a movie."

Harry nods. “Sounds perfect. What movie would you like to watch?” He asks curiously.

“And you can have all the hot chocolate you’d like. I’ll whip you up a batch.” He adds with a warm smile.

You blush, did he truly mean that?

"You want to go home with me and do that?" You ask, blushing.

Harry blushes and looks at you for a moment. “I…” he trails off for a second, blushing even more as his eyes look you up and down, taking you in.

“Yeah, I think I would.” He smiles back at you. “It would be nice.”

You smile at him, feeling a little bit shy, "Ok, let's go to my house, I'll apparate us there."

“Alright, lead the way,” Harry says with a warm smile and stands up to follow after you.

He pauses for a second before asking quietly, “Would it be okay if I held your hand?” He asks sincerely. “I just want to know what you're comfortable with.”

you love how sensitive Harry is with what you are comfortable with, "of course, cutie!"

Harry smiles at you and blushes at that adorable nickname you gave him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, and as he holds your hand, he feels this sense of rightness within him, and the realization that you and him have a connection that goes deeper than just friends. That this is something special.

He laces his fingers with yours as he walks along with you. “So have you got any cute roommates I should know about?” He asks with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"You'll see," you laugh, apparating yourselves into your home.

Your home is amazing. It’s the definition of cosy. Just like you described, there’s a blanket on the couch and hot chocolate steaming away on the kitchen counter. It really is the perfect place to relax and watch a movie.

“This is nice,” Harry says with a content sigh and then takes a seat on the couch, putting his arm around you in an affectionate motion. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” He smiles kindly at you.

you give a small smile and plop right down next to him on the couch, waiting for him to choose a movie to watch, when your cat comes to see who is sitting on their favourite napping place

"Harry, meet my cute roommate flutter," you tease gesturing towards the fluffy cat.

Harry smiles and picks up your cat, giving it a few scritches and pats.

“Hello, Flutter,” he says in a soft and gentle voice. “Very cute roommates you’ve got!” He says as he giggles and sets his kitty friend down next to you at the end of the couch.

Harry looks through the collection of DVDs at your coffee table and ends up picking out a movie called “The Breakfast Club.”

“Do you want to watch this? I quite liked it when I was younger.”

"Sure!" Leaning your head against his shoulder, getting yourself into a comfy position on the lumpy couch.

Harry blushes a little more at the way you melt into his body, and smiles softly as he feels you pull closer.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks you and looks down at you with a look of pure concern and caringness. “If you want the remote, I can grab it for you.” He offers as the title menu starts loading.

"No, cutie, I'm perfectly content," you say.

Harry’s cheeks keep growing red as he hears that adorable nickname again, but the heat he feels in his face is completely justified now and comes from something more than just being warm. It’s from pure affection and fondness.

“That’s good,” he says quietly, and kisses you on the cheek as the movie starts playing. His lips softly press against your skin, and his touch is light, careful, but there’s a little bit of pressure too, enough for you to know that he means it, and that this is no casual peck.

"Harry...... can I ask you?" Something you aren't sure if the question is appropriate or if your anxiety is acting up.

Harry looks at you with an expression of concern, and then nods at you.

“Of course you can, anything,” he says, and his tone is empathetic and compassionate. “What’s on your mind?” He asks earnestly, and his expression is warm, inviting, and soft. It makes you want to tell him anything you want to get off your chest when you look at him because you just know that he would handle your feelings responsibly and carefully.

"Are you still seeing Ginny?" You really hoped he wasn't because she had been harbouring a crush on him forever, and now has he been showing you some affectionate signs.

Harry looks at you, and it’s as if the rest of the world just falls away when you look into his eyes. They’re warm, kind and thoughtful, and the moment you see them, your heart skips a beat and you feel that familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the one that’s just for him.

It’s like you’re in your own little world with him. No one else exists.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts and consider what you asked.

“No,” he says quietly, “I’m not seeing Ginny.”

"Oh....." relief floods through you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Harry says with a gentle smile at you. “I like you, you know that. And nobody else is going to steal my attention or affections.” He says with absolute sincerity and truthfulness. He leans in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.

“You’re my main priority.” He says as he pulls back after the kiss, looking down at you with an adoring and fond expression.

"Harry Potter, you make me the happiest person in the world!" You say genuinely.

Harry sighs softly and smiles at you.

“You make me the happiest person in the world, y’know?” He says while nodding, “so it’s only fitting that the feeling is mutual,” he adds, his tone soft and tender.

There’s something about you that just… makes him want to shower you with all the love he has in him. It’s that deep sense of being special to one another that he’s never felt before.

"I'd like to start seeing you when we go back to school, Harry." You say wanting to have something more with Harry.

Harry’s eyes light up and he nods. “That’s… definitely something I’d like as well,” he says with a warm and genuine smile on his face.

“You’re an amazing person. I feel like we have something very special here and… honestly, I’d like to see where this goes.” He says softly, placing a hand on your cheek and looking into your eyes. His gentle touch sends a thrill of excitement throughout your heart and makes you feel giddy with happiness.

You smile, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

Harry blushes and his heart skips a beat at your kiss. It’s the perfect blend of cute and flirty.

“Mmm…” he mumbles softly and blushes even more. “That felt really nice, y’know?”

He leans in and kisses you again, this time just a little bit more deeply than last time. For the first time, a trace of his tongue moves to meet yours, slowly, with no rush or pressure to the moment. As you pull back, you see Harry’s face is all glowing red still, and his expression is one of pure joy.

"I love you, Harry," you say your heart had never been this full of happiness before.

Harry’s lips part as you say that in a breath of surprise. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and for a moment, he just stares in disbelief.

“I…I-I…” he stammers out, his voice breaking as his chest flutters with an overwhelming sense of emotions. “I love you too!” He says in a soft whisper, and tears stream down his cheeks as he realizes just how much that statement means to him. He leans in to pull you in for an all-consuming kiss.

The End

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[moumouton4]

Orochimaru with a very clingy s/o that lowk ruins Orochimarus terrifying demeanor?

(Maybe this could be a continuation of the just some guy s/o but it doesn't have to be) plz and thank u

Imagine : Lowkey Ruining His Terrifying Demeanor || Orochimaru x clingy!gn!reader

A/n : Hey friendoo ! I hope you'll like it 💚💛

A/n 2 : I have a LOT of request to write lmao that's going to be a blast 😍

Warnings : Fluff, slight comedy, you're lovingly clingy, can be a part 2 of Dating Him And Just Being Some Dude

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 794

Orochimaru has always been careful about how you expressed your pda with him

At first he was totally against you showing affection for him in any way in public

After a while, however, he stopped making a fuss about your display of affection for him

Moreover, he loves you like the apple of his eye and hates to see you sad when you repressed your desire to snuggle with him when it was obvious that you just wanted to take him in a bone crushing hug and rub your face against his arm

He removed this ban because it had been a while since he'd seen you struggling to refrain your desire to be close to him, physically

You were painfully close to him, unable to touch him, your eyes searching for him but looking the other way every time his piercing eyes met your e/c eyes

Clearly your desire to get closer to him was contagious, for finally he spoke

"Come here, I know it's killing you to hold back"

And just like that you clung to his arm, your head rubbing against his arm

He had to scowl at a smile that threatened to creep on his face, as you guys weren't in the privacy of your own room

On the one hand he was extremely happy to have you by his side in this way, feeling your warmth against him, it gave him more time to spend in your company, on the other hand he hated it almost as much

In the privacy of just the two of you, yes, but not when he was trying to look threatening and intimidating. He's got a reputation to uphold after all

We were talking about a man who didn't bat an eyelash at the idea of stealing children and using them as guinea pigs for his research into different types of jutsu. This ninja who had deserted and had the nasty habit of depositing his cursed mark by sinking his sharp teeth into the shoulder of his new minions. This sannin who had acquired the ability to resurrect himself in other people's bodies, allowing him to emerge from his own body like a snake from a moult when his original body was severely damaged- well you get it 😅

In short, he looked like anything but a guy who'd let someone get that close to him while he was trying to look frightening

And yet we could go on for hours about the number of situations in which your affection literally broke down his threatening side

Mind you, just because he'd let you stand so close to him and shower him with affection didn't mean he couldn't snap anyone's neck if he was in the mood

But it was hard to take him seriously that you were clutching his arm like this, kissing his cheek or playing with his hair

As exasperated as he was by his lack of frightening charisma and deadly aura, he couldn't bring himself to ask you to let go of your hold on him

Which led to a rather comical situation :

When Orochimaru had just returned from one of his outings, you tackled him to the ground ( you wished lmao ) with your hug, burying your face in his chest.

As you headed for a more comfortable place to sit. You heard a loud crash from a nearby laboratory.

Orochimaru stepped forward, you still clinging to his arm. Once there, your man was beside himself. His hair stood on end and his voice pierced the grandeur of the room.

In front of you stood Suigetsu, who had apparently just dropped a whole ranger of vials with various contents. Orochimaru's chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily in anger, "You stooge, you'd be ready, because I'm going to-"

As he tried to raise his arm in emphasis, he realized he couldn't raise it any higher… yes, it was because of you. Your face was nuzzled against his arm, breathing in his scent as you held him to your body. Orochimaru gently tried to pull away to at least carry out his threat, but you only whined, holding on tighter.

Suigetsu then allowed himself to get into even more trouble, saying "I'll gladly take all this hugs and kisses if you don't"

Your man seemed seeing red when he heard this, and just as he was about to slaughter the young adult, you kissed his cheek. The paleness of his cheek reflected the extent of his blush. It took a second kiss for him to speak again "That will do for now, Suigetsu, but don't let me catch you again"

And more under his breath just for you to hear "I have better matters to attend to"

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌺💫 Again my requests are open 🍃💙

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto shipuden #naruto shippuden imagine #orochimaru #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru fluff #orochimaru x reader fluff #orochimaru imagine #request #fluff #miri-writes

[vs-redemption]

Soft Sunday: Fixing a Heavy Heart

(with: Bakugo, Hawks, Dabi)

Bakugo

Honestly, he’s feeling down in the dumps too. Seeing you hurting, he can’t help but hurt a bit too.

When you’re sad, Katsuki is more forthcoming than usual with affection. He can’t help but want to hold you. It’s the best way he knows how to protect you from the icky feelings.

If you don’t want to be around anyone, he’ll stay home and cuddle with you in bed or hold you in his lap while you both watch TV and hide away from the world. He has no problem being antisocial for you.

The best way he knows how to take care of you is through cooking. Name it and he’ll cook it. He’s not against take out, but it’s important to him for you to have a good home cooked mood when you’re not feeling your best.

Hawks

It makes him a little fidgety and anxious when you’re not feeling your best because he wants to cheer you up but fears making it worse somehow or accidentally doing the wrong thing.

Hawks is another boy who likes to cheer you up through food. He doesn’t trust himself to cook though, so he will order take out from your favorite place or get something that he knows is a comfort food for you.

One thing to note about him is that he is a giver. If he cares about someone he just wants to give them the world if he could. So if you’re sad, expect to receive a gift from him.

His gifts aren’t always something he purchased. A lot of times he'll fly around the neighborhood or city and collect flowers to bring back to you in a bouquet of his own design. 

Dabi

When someone is sad or feeling down, his first instinct is usually to turn around and flee in the opposite direction because no way does he want to deal with that. When it comes to you though, it surprises him to find he can’t leave you alone.

There’s a chance he’ll make an ass out of himself a few times with some inappropriate or ill-timed jokes, but that’s his way of trying to make you smile or at least break any awkward silences.

Eventually he does find a happy medium between being sensitive to your needs but also cracking jokes to lift your mood.

One thing he actually enjoys is putting on some shit tv show and binge watching it with you. It makes him feel good to make fun of it relentlessly to help you get your mind off of whatever is making you sad.

#soft sunday #Katsuki Bakugo x Reader #Katsuki Bakugo Headcanons #Keigo Takami x Reader #Keigo Takami Headcanons #Hawks x Reader #Hawks Headcanons #Dabi x Reader #Dabi Headcanons #BNHA x Reader #BNHA Headcanons #MHA x Reader #MHA Headcanons

[vodika-vibes]

The Prince's Wizard

Summary: You're a wizard apprentice who's been best friends with Prince Wolffe since childhood. While on doing chores outside the Palace walls, your day goes bad.

Pairing: Prince!Wolffe x Wizard!Reader

Word Count: 4371

Warnings: Violence, angst, but has a happy ending

A/N: So I had an idea and it got away from me.

Mando'a Used: riye - Favor, Benefit, good turn (used in this scenario as a Nickname implying the reader is responsible for any good luck).

An'ee - shortened form of An'edee - a Nickname for someone rough and fight-y. Like calling someone a nerd as a joke.

Divider by saradika

There are two types of people who end up in towers: Wizards and Princesses. Wizards get shoved up into towers to protect everyone else from their magic, and Princesses get shoved into towers to protect them from the world around them.

You are a wizard apprentice. It’s a great job, good pay, great benefits, plus you get all of the fancy robes that you want. The downside is that, as an apprentice, you don’t really get to do anything fun.

In fact, the majority of your duties involve dragging yourself down the million and a half staircases to the throne room, so the Queen can sniff at you and tell you that her magic mirror stopped working.

And you’re getting tired of it.

“Master,” you’re pouting and you know you’re pouting but you can’t bring yourself to care, “Master, when can I start doing important things?” You ask, as you sit on your Master’s footstool and look up at him pleadingly.

Your Master flips a page in the massive tome that he’s hiding behind. “When you get more experience, my very young apprentice.”

“Okay, but like, how am I supposed to get experience if you don’t let me have the option to get more experience?” You ask as you place your hands on top of the book and push it down so you’re looking in his eyes.

He smiles at you, “Patience, apprentice. Do not be in such a rush to grow up.”

Your jaw drops, “I’m 20!”

“Still a baby.” His smile broadens, “Now, go practice your protective sigils, perhaps out in the garden, it is a beautiful day.”

You pout at him even more, but your Master is long immune to your sad Tooka eyes. Instead he just flicks his fingers at you, and lifts you away from his book, and over to the door. Another flick of his fingers, and your cloak is draped over your shoulders, and your massive hat is placed on your head.

“You said it was a nice day!” You cry, indignant, as he dresses you as though it’s snowing outside. “And I hate this hat! No one wears pointed hats anymore!”

“Now you’re just complaining to complain, apprentice.” Your Master says with a sigh as he flicks his hand one more time, and your leather satchel drapes itself over your shoulder, and the bag itself gets filled with empty pouches and bottles, “Please gather some more herbs while you’re out, apprentice. We can always use more.”

A look of offense crosses your face, “Maste-” He waves his hand one more time, and the door opens, and you find yourself gently, and lovingly, set on the landing with the door to the study shut firmly behind you.

You spin on your heel, and reach for the handle of the door, only for the handle to vanish. A note appears on the door, ‘Do Not Return Until The Moon Is In The Sky. Hugs And Kisses. Master.’

You glare at the note, “Capitalizing every letter is just excessive, Master! And saying ‘hugs and kisses’ doesn’t make you exiling me for the day any better!” 

The only response you get is the sound of loud classical music from behind the door.

You scowl even harder at the door, and then reach up and tug your hat off of your head. A touch of magic, and a twist of will, and your hat changes into something a little more your style. And then you tug your cloak off, and lazily drape it over your satchel.

And then you start the long trek down the tower that you call home.

By the time you reach the bottom of the tower, you’re in a slightly better mood. Going and gathering herbs is not your favorite chore, but it’s better than playing magic tech support for her Majesty. 

You turn to the gardens as soon as you’re on solid ground, mentally mapping out the path you need to take to gather the most herbs in as quickly as possible. Which means going through the royal garden to get to the forest, and then leaving the well traveled path, to veer to the west, and then heading north to get to the lake-

You’re so distracted with mentally mapping out your route, that you don’t notice that you’ve been joined by someone until he lightly taps your shoulder, “Lost in thought, riye?”

You jump, protective magic forming on your fingers, until you recognize the nickname. There’s only one person who calls you riye. You allow the spell to fade, and you round on the taller man, your hands immediately going to your hips.

“You can’t do that! I could have blasted you!” You say sharply, glaring up into the mismatched eyes of Prince Wolffe, your best friend of over ten years now.

He smirks at you, “You would never, riye. You have better trigger discipline than that.”

He’s not wrong, and you kind of hate him for it, “Aren’t you supposed to be in training?” You ask instead, as you take in the armor and the blade hanging at his hip.

“I’m done for the day,” Wolffe’s smile becomes slightly smug, “General Koon got tired of me beating all of my brothers.”

“Hm…all of them?” You ask with an arched brow.

He scowls at you, “Cody got in one lucky hit, an’ee,” He grumbles, “I beat everyone else.”

“Which implies that Prince Cody beat you,” You tease lightly, as you step around him, not at all surprised when he falls into step with you.

Wolffe mutters something under his breath that you don’t know enough Mando’a to catch, and then he switches back to basic and shoots you a glare, “You do realize that my brother doesn’t know you exist right? So your crush on him is useless.” He snips.

“Okay, so first of all, I don’t have a crush on your brother.” You reply as you push open the gate to the garden, “And second of all, even if I did have a crush on him, that’s none of your business. And third of all, what are you, jealous?”

Wolffe follows you into the garden, “You’re my best friend,” He says, his voice filled with offense, “I have a right to know who you have your eye on!” He very pointedly doesn’t answer the question you shot at him.

“You really don’t.” You counter, “And it’s not like you ever talk about who you have a thing for.”

You glance at him long enough to see his ears start to turn slightly red, “Yeah, well…where are you going?” He asks, changing the subject abruptly. And you smile, your friend is about as subtle as a brick to the head.

“My master wants me to gather some herbs in the forest. So that’s where I’m going.”

He pauses, “Alone?”

“Well, yeah. I generally go into the forest alone.” You counter snarkily.

“No. You can’t.” Wolffe says with a frown, “Not now.”

You stop and turn to focus your gaze on him, he looks serious, “I have to. We need the herbs.”

“It’s not safe.”

“You know, I actually am able to protect myself, Wolffe. And I don’t apprec-”

“Seven bodies have been found in the forest in the last month,” Wolffe interrupts, “All young, all female. You cannot go into the forest alone. I won’t allow it.”

You didn’t know that. You, and your Master, do not often focus your attention towards mortal threats to the realm, trusting the Guards, and the royal family, to deal with them. “Well. That’s unfortunate, but I still need to go into the forest.” You answer calmly.

Wolffe releases a string of curses, “I’m trying to keep you safe, riye!”

“I’m aware of that.” You answer, calm in the face of Wolffe’s ire, aware that he’s not actually mad at you, “But I can’t not take care of my responsibilities.” You tilt your head slightly, “The way I see it, I can either go on my own, or you can come with me to keep me safe.”

He pauses and meets your gaze steadily, “You’re willing to accept a bodyguard?”

“Of course. I don’t have a death wish, Wolffe.” You say dryly.

Tension drains out of his shoulders, “That works. You get what you need, and I don’t have to worry about you getting murdered.”

You smile at him agreeably, and lead him through the garden, until you reach the very back corner. There’s a massive iron door, with no lock or handles. This door can only be opened with the touch of the Court Wizard, or his apprentice.

So, with a touch of magic, you activate the runes that confirm your identity, and then the runes that unlock the door, and it slides open with the ease of a much lighter door.

“I never get tired of seeing that,” Wolffe says quietly as he follows you out the door, and watches you seal it shut again.

“What? The door opening?” You ask teasingly.

“Watching you use magic,” Wolffe clarifies, “It’s just…” He trails off for a moment, his gaze locked on your face, “beautiful.”

You can feel your face grow warm, and you laugh nervously, “Well…thank you.” 

He flashes a small smile at you, and then he breaks his gaze and looks around. The forest is dim, even though it’s the middle of the day, but it’s still bright enough to see. “You normally collect herbs near the lake, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the end goal, but I’m not heading directly there,” You explain, “It’s the right time of year for snakes to shed skin, so I need to gather some of that too.”

Wolffe glances at you, “You don’t use snake skin in any potions, do you?”

You just shoot him an amused look, “That’s for me to know, my Prince.”

He makes a disgusted face, “That’s a yes, then.” He shakes his head, trying to shake off the disgust, “Lead the way, riye.”

It takes almost two hours to slowly make your way to the lake, and Wolffe is an excellent partner. Willing to hold the bags, and bottles, and you gather the ingredients you need.

He’s alert, but the longer you’re in the forest, the longer you spend without seeing anyone, or anything that might harm you, the more relaxed he becomes. 

On the contrary, the closer to the lake you get, the more anxious you become. It feels wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

And as the pair of you come to stand on the edge of the lake, it takes everything in you to not grab Wolffe, teleport the both of you back to your Master’s Tower, and then cling to him sobbing.

“Wolffe,” Your voice sounds tight, even to your own ears, and his gaze snaps to you, and he’s immediately on high alert.

“What’s wrong, riye?” He moves closer to you, and alarm crosses his face when you reach out and wrap both of your shaking hands around his arm. He turns and presses his free hand against your shoulder blades, drawing you closer and trying to make you feel some comfort, “Come on, what’s wrong?”

“The bodies were found here, weren’t they?” You ask, your voice small.

“Yes, how-”

“They died here, and they died in pain, and it took them days to die.” You whisper, your grip on his arm tightening.

“Riye, how do you know that?”

“I can feel it. It feels…” You shudder and press yourself closer to him, as though you’re trying to press yourself into his armor, so it can protect both of you, “It’s wrong, Wolffe. It’s-”

“Okay. Okay, then we need to go.”

And then you stop. Stop shaking, stop moving, and even stop breathing. “Wolffe,” Your voice is quiet, barely a whisper, “We’re not alone.”

He swears and shoves you behind him, hard, his hands moving to his blade, “Where?”

You’re quiet for a moment. It’s too much, there’s too much malice. You can’t-

You curl your hands against your chest, and the last thing you remember is flinging out two spells. One, a protective barrier to wrap around yourself and Wolffe, and the second, a distress beacon to your Master.

You hear the sound of metal against metal, and Wolffe calling your name, and then the world goes dark.

**********

It’s much later when you wake.

Your satchel, cloak and hat are missing, as are your boots and stockings. You’re clad in the thin robes that mark you as an apprentice, and nothing else. Your legs are chained to the wall, and you have heavy, tight, manacles around your wrists.

A simple examination tells you that the manacles around your wrists are designed less to keep you prisoner, and more to prevent you from reaching out to your magic.

You look around the bare cell that you’ve been thrown in. There’s a stack of straw in the corner, and you can hear rats squeaking high above you. There are no windows, save for the small window in the wooden door. 

You’re completely alone, and you can’t help but hope that your spell gave Wolffe enough time to escape.

You hear heavy footfalls from the hallway, and the cell door opens silently. You look up at the man standing in the doorway, he’s tall and thin, and has the terrifying golden eyes of a person who’s fallen into the Dark.

“You’re awake.” He speaks in a low growl, as though your very presence enrages him to the point of being inarticulate. He crosses the small cell in two long strides, and he grabs your arm, roughly dragging you to your feet, pulling a pained noise from your lips.

He then kneels at your feet, unhooking the chain from the wall, and chaining your two bare feet together. And then he stands to his full height, towering over you, and he grabs your arm again, roughly dragging you out of the cell and down identical stone halls.

He brings you towards a magic lift, and you’re finally able to see more of his face than just his eyes. And you realize that you recognize him. 

Several years ago, the Prince Consort of Naboo vanished. A massive search party, spanning several nations, searched for him for months, but with no evidence of foul play, and no evidence as to where he was, the only assumption people could make was that he ran away from his wife and his people.

 Anakin Skywalker-Amidala is one of the most powerful wizards of his lineage. The knowledge that he left his life just to fall-

Well, it’s heartbreaking.

The lift finally comes to a stop and you’re dragged down a much more opulent hallway, and then into a massive room. At the side of the room, stripped of all his clothing save the thin trousers he wears under his armor, and covered in his own blood, is Wolffe. 

He lifts his head and his gaze meets yours, and for a moment a look of helpless fury crosses his face. 

The man who had once been Anakin Skywalker releases you, and you immediately stumble over to Wolffe, falling to your knees next to him. You gently cup his face, uncaring of the blood covering him, “Oh. Oh, Wolffe,” You whisper. 

He moves and presses his face against your neck. His breath is warm and slightly shaky, “Are you okay, riye?”

“Me? You’re so badly hurt-” There are tears in your eyes as you card your fingers gently through his hair, “If I wasn’t wearing these manacles I could heal you…”

“I’ve had worse injuries, believe it or not,” He tries to joke as he pulls back and looks you in the eye, but it falls flat as the tears in your eyes start to fall. “Please don’t cry, cyar’ika. I’ll be okay.” He whispers as he reaches up and brushes the tear off your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened to you-”

“It’s not your fault.” His gaze drifts to your bare feet and your chained legs, “Cyare, you need to run. As soon as you can.”

You stare at him in horror, “No. No, Wolffe, I can’t leave you-”

“He’s going to kill you. I can’t…don’t make me watch him kill you. Please, cyare.”

A broken sob escapes your lips, and you press your forehead against his, “But he’ll kill you.”

“That’s okay. That’s okay so long as you survive. Promise me, riye. Promise me you’ll run as soon as you’re able.” Wolffe hisses, his eyes sharp.

“I…I promise,” You sob out, and then you let out a cry as you’re ripped from Wolffe’s tight grip.

“The Master wants to see you,” Anakin says, his golden eyes flickering from the irate Wolffe and then over to you, and then back again. He jerks you further away from Wolffe, and drags you through a small door that you didn’t notice.

The door slams behind you, and you’re thrown to the ground before a man that you recognize, the former Court Wizard of Naboo, Sheev Palpatine. He smiles at you, and you get chills. “Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think that I would be able to get my hands on a young apprentice for my plans.” He says in a smooth voice that reminds you of oil or grease.

“My Master-”

“Doesn’t know where you are.” Palpatine interrupts with a cruel smile, “And by the time he realizes that you’re missing, it’ll be too late. You’ll be dead, and the Prince will be my personal bodyguard. Or perhaps I’ll give him to Vader as his personal punching bag.”

Anakin’s, or Vader’s, face twitches. And unless you’re mistaken, it’s a look of disgust on his face, but it quickly clears, “As you say, Master.” He says with a perfect bow.

“Hm. Leave the girl with me, Lord Vader. You’re dismissed.” Palpatine says as he turns to look out the massive window.

Vader bows deeply, and you start when you see vicious looking magic swirl around his fingers, and the manacles around your legs shatter, and then the manacles around your wrists fall to the floor.

You flicker wide, terrified, eyes up to the older man who you once called friend. He places a hand on your shoulder, his voice pitched low enough so that only you can hear him, “Fight well, little sister.”

And then he’s gone.

And you…you remain still for as long as it takes for you to take a breath, and then you move, offensive magic curling around your hands, and protective magic sliding across your skin like it’s always been there.

Your mind whirls with spells and incantations. With runes and sigils, and while you don’t have a ghost of a chance against Palpatine, you are able to push him into shattering the sealed door behind you.

As soon as you see a way out, you take it. You fling one last spell at the potions table, and while Palpatine is distracted with keeping his potions from exploding, you turn on your heel and run. You hop over the shattered door, deftly skipping over the everburning black flames that Palpatine used to destroy the door, and run down the hall to the large lounge that Wolffe was in.

You slide across the floor on your knees, and you immediately press your hands against his cheeks and press your forehead against his. 

Your magic slides across your body, and across to him as you offer him the same protection that you wrapped yourself in. And then you squeeze your eyes shut and you coil your magic tightly around the both of you, and you push.

You push, and push, and push, until the dark magic holding you and Wolffe here cracks, and then shatters, and you take the chance. The teleportation spell requires ten words, Palpatine is coming closer and closer, you have time enough for four.

You do the fastest math you’ve ever done in your life, and then speak the four words that, hopefully, will bring you and Wolffe to safety. The magic twists and burns around you, and you instinctively curl your magic tighter around Wolffe. He will suffer no ill effects from your spell, you won’t allow it.

Magic rips around you, and through you, and it hurts. It hurts more than anything you’ve ever felt before, but you keep going. You keep pushing. And you keep shielding.

And then you drop out of the teleportation spell. You land hard on the ground, and you hear Wolffe groan painfully from your side. You roll, painfully to your side, and wrap both your hands around one of Wolffe’s and you shove as much healing magic into him as you can.

And then you collapse.

*******

This time, when you wake up, it’s in a soft bed, and you’re covered in a shroud of golden healing magic. 

“Ah, awake at last,” You turn your head and it takes you a moment to recognize the man sitting next to your bed; Obi-Wan Kenobi, the official court wizard of Naboo. “You worried us, dear one. You overused your magic to a worrying degree.”

“Didn’t have a choice,” You reply, your voice hoarse, “Prince Wolffe-?”

“Alive, well, and unharmed.” Obi-Wan reassured, “You used the very last of your magic to heal all of his wounds. Which was very, very dangerous based on your wounds.”

You shake your head slowly, “What was my price, Master?” You ask, “I cut six words out of the teleportation spell, which price did I pay?”

Obi-Wan is quiet for a moment, and then he leans in and takes your hand, “You lost your left arm, dear one. I’m so sorry.”

You close your eyes, and release a shaky breath, “It’s…it’s okay. I knew that I was going to have to pay a price.”

“Queen Amidala has already ordered you fit for a prosthetic. You’re not going to be able to use magic for at least a month while you recover. That means taking a carriage back to Mandalore.”

You nod your understanding, and slowly sit up, “Does the Queen need to hear what happened?”

“Prince Wolffe gave her his report,” Obi-Wan pauses and ducks his head, “Though he couldn’t tell us what happened when you were alone with Palpatine. How did your manacles come off?”

“Palpatine’s apprentice removed them. He…” You hesitate, “Master Kenobi, the apprentice was Anakin, though he goes by Vader now.”

Obi-Wan bows his head, and is quiet for a long time, and when he looks up he has tears in his eyes, “Thank you, little one. That…that brings me great relief, that perhaps some part of Anakin remains inside Vader.”

“...he called me Little Sister.” You murmur.

Obi-Wan smiles and lightly places his hand on your shoulder, “He was always fond of you.” He takes a deep breath, “Now, you are well enough to leave the infirmary. My apprentice, Ahsoka, is out in the hall, she’ll help you get dressed.”

“Thank you Master.” He smiles at you and leaves the room. Just as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, Ahsoka walks over to help you.

She’s a cheerful girl, bright and bubbly, and she’s more than happy to chatter aimlessly about her studies and how much she loves Naboo. And she’s even more happy to escort you to the training grounds, where Wolffe has been spending his time, before she leaves you to your own devices.

You sit on one of the benches and just watch Wolffe for a moment. His armor and sword have been replaced with Nubian variants, both of which seem more sleek than the bulky armor that Mandalore prefers. 

He finishes his set, and turns to restart, only to falter when he sees you. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering on your missing arm, and then he sheaths his sword and hopes over the fence that marks the edge of the training ground.

“You’re awake,” Wolffe says as you stand when he approaches.

“Yeah, a little bit ago. Master Kenobi said I was free to leave the infirmary, as I’m no longer in any danger.” Now that he’s standing closer to you, you can tell that his gaze is locked on the place where your arm used to lay.

“Are you okay, riye?” He asks his fists clenching and unclenching at his side.

“I will be. I expended a lot of energy to get us safe.” You take a step closer and reach up to lightly touch his cheek, “Are you?”

He sighs low in his throat and leans his head into your touch, “You even managed to heal the bruises I had from training.” Wolffe replies lightly, and then his hands come up and cup your face and he bumps his forehead against your own. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.”

You shake your head, “I had to get you out, Wolffe. I had to. Even if it meant losing an arm.”

“I’m not worth that.”

“You are to me,” You reply, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

He lets out a short laugh, “Please don’t. You don’t have that many more limbs to lose.”

You smile at him, and gently stroke his cheek with your thumb, “When we were…there,” You say quietly, “You called me cyare, Wolffe.”

For a moment, you worry that he’s going to deny it, but instead he just closes his eyes, and nods, “I did.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you stuck to calling me that,” You whisper to him.

His eyes snap open, and he scans your face, as though he’s looking for any sign that you might be joking. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, cyare.” He lightly strokes your cheeks, “Does this mean that I can finally kiss you rather than just fantasizing about it?”

You blush, but you’re grinning at him, “I won’t complain if you want to kiss me.”

He hums thoughtfully, and then slowly tilts your head back to ghost his lips against yours. It was a soft, tender, and sweet kiss. The kiss of someone who thought he would never get the chance. And, well, if you moaned into the kiss, causing him to deepen it, it’s not like either of you had an audience anyway.

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #Commander Wolffe x Reader #wolffe x reader #x reader fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

[mmc-veronica]

NeverEnding Story - A' English Translation

wow. its been a while. here's the final part to A''s Unlimited drama cd! this is not proofread and i'm a bit sick right now so sorry if some of the translation is inaccurate! translation is under the cut!

Well? How is it?

Right?! And on top of that, did you notice anything?

Wow! As expected of my Honey! This… I didn’t know which part I should spoil! Ermm… well as you heard, I tried to make a song based off of a day in the life with my Honey! Well you see, as the leader, I have to spread around a charged up happiness and doesn't turning a day filled with happiness into a song kind of sound perfect for that? Well to be honest I think I made it too personal, but I think the beauty of the E-tan world kind of drowns it out! Well either way, with the power of the happiness of this song, the Girls that will listen to this will have a freeing and indulgent type of happiness that’ll rain down on them, there’s no doubt…well?!

Right? Right? That’s the type of song that I wanted! How do you say… a song that makes you have fun just by listening to it! Well… putting aside the fact that the other members were drunk as hell while finishing up the song, it turned out the way I wanted so for now it’s okay! More than anything, I got to see my Honey’s smile, so it’s no problem and there’s still tens of millions of points worth of appeal! 

Ehehe, what’s with that? But! But! With that included, it’s all going to my plan! As the Ambassador of Happiness, the most important thing is my own happiness, I’ve told you before!

Well of course I’ll let you listen to it! Um… but I’ll say this first, it’s not a sad song or anything, so don’t get any wrong ideas, okay?

Well to those who don’t know anything, probably. I think they’ll just think “oh lalala what a nice song,” I think even my own members think that but… I’ve already told you a lot so I’d feel bad if you read too much into it. On that note, if you listen to it until the very end, I believe you’ll know what kind of song it is.

Yay! Then I’m looking forward to it even more now! With that being said, the curtain is rising on the stage of A’, spreading happiness even further! 

[Mirror House starts playing]

I would’ve changed it without being told!

Agh!!! Don’t bring my Honey into this conversation!

What’s some masked guy like you going to do about this?!

Ahh.. ugh! We’ve just unveiled our new songs and I wanted to have some fun with my Honey but that fucking bastard is so extreme! Ah, Honey-san, there’s a step right here so watch your step~

Fuck! I didn’t hear anything about an equipment inspection for the studio, give me a break!

Um… well… I guess I do want people to listen to our new song’s first performance in a good atmosphere. I guess that’d be a good thing! 

Gasp Really?! If you say that my usual self confidence goes up exponentially! 

Ehehe, that’s natural, though! If it’s not like that then there’d be no meaning to it, right? It has meaning because I’m the one singing it. It’s a song for me, right? But… the reason I wrote that song… is because I have you by my side. 

Hehe! There you go again, saying things like that! You’re always so modest~ Well, even so my love for you is exploding

Heh! Just as I thought, you understand it properly! That song’s true meaning, I mean. 

Well I wonder, where is it? But… I think that I should try to go everywhere that I can, as NSFW’s Charisma Vocalist and Ambassador of Happiness E-tan, or A’. I say all that, but of course you’ll be by my side, too. From now on, and on, and on, and on~! Yes! Thank you~ Kiss

Mmhmmhmm! This is it! The flavor that can make me the happiest in the world! It’s name is Honey~! How should I put it… I’m in the mood right now to pin you down right now but this is the staff entrance to the agency so there someone could come at any moment like another guy or another guy or a Momo-san who’s on his way to take a smoke break! What we need right now is a private place to escape to, I know~! So with that being said, Honey-san, let’s set forth to the Yamanote line to my place, of course! And with no delay, let's go!

#dear vocalist translation #dear vocalist #dearvo #dear vocalist unlimited #dearvo translation #エーダッシュ #ディアヴォーカリスト #ディアヴォ #a' #a' dear vocalist

[gritsgigabits]

I just kinda want some comfort rn? Like the slashers just comforting a reader after they couldn't have seen a loved one for one last time and now they blame themselves?

Just need a little comforting,, yknow??

Thanks for requesting. If you’re going through a hard time and need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach out!

Jason Voorhees

Jason knows what it’s like to lose someone you really care about. He was devastated when he lost his mother – the person who would always treat him like a human being, no matter what.

When Jason sees you going through the same grief and self-accusations that he did, he has a great amount of sympathy for you. Still, Jason knows that all feelings will pass, even the ones that feel impossible to overcome. He trusts that if he offers you comfort and a distraction whenever you need it, you’ll eventually begin to get over the tragedy.

He tries to get your mind off your loss by taking you for walks around the lake. He shows you all of the most beautiful spots in the area and hopes that you can find some solace in the serenity of nature. He will be pushy about getting you out and moving even when you don’t feel like doing anything. Jason thinks it’s better to give your body and mind something else to focus on in difficult times.

Jason refuses to leave you alone when you’re grieving. Ordinarily, he would disappear into the woods every now and then and leave you alone in the camp, but when you’re in pain, Jason wants to be close by at all times to ensure that you take care of yourself.

He will offer you physical comfort whenever you need it. You can cry into his chest or lay in his lap while he gently pets your hair. You don’t need to give him a reason for wanting to be close to him – just indicate that you need a comforting embrace and he’s there for you.

When you’re feeling vulnerable, Jason likes to lay down with you snuggled between his huge figure and the back of the couch or the wall. Jason feels that the position conveys his desire to protect you from everything, even from your own difficult emotions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has suffered several losses in his life. While they have had an impact on his life, he hasn’t paid that much attention to what such occasions have made him feel. Bubba is not familiar with long-lasting grief and sadness, so it confuses him when he sees you go through a rough time.

At first, Bubba doesn’t understand why you keep feeling sad for so many days in a row. When he gets sad, it’s a feeling that washes over him quite quickly and passes without that much effort. He feels kind of helpless when his efforts to cheer you up only seem to work for a short while, if at all.

You’ll have to explain the reason of your present mood to Bubba in order for him to grasp the gravity of the situation. Tell him that some events in life are more difficult to get over, and the emotions that go with them are more prolonged. Bubba always wants what’s best for you, so when you actually tell him what you’re going through, he’ll stop trying to cheer you up.

Instead, he focuses on comforting you. Coming up with comforting things to say is not Bubba’s forte, so his approach is more physically active. He wants to do as much for you as he can so that you can spare your energy for healing – he brings you meals, does the laundry, and even tries to wash your teeth for you. He’ll even carry you to the bathroom if you don’t feel like walking.

What Bubba tries to convey by pampering you and attending to you so completely is his desire to also carry your emotional burden for you. He doesn’t know how else to give you his full emotional support, so he gives you all his time and energy instead.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas doesn’t let losses or other adversities in life affect him. He thinks that succumbing to one’s emotions is foolish because it means that you lose control of your rational self. Thomas has learnt to deal with grief by brushing it aside – if he doesn’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.

When it comes to other people – you, especially – Thomas knows that his avoidance strategy doesn’t necessarily work. He understands that people manage their emotions differently, so he doesn’t force his rationale upon you. Still, Thomas doesn’t want you to allow your grief and guilt to consume you. He tells you that the best way to get over something difficult is by concentrating your energy on something else.

Thomas’ comforting strategy involves pulling you out of bed early and running errands and doing chores with him. He tries to keep you busy throughout the day, even if you don’t want to. He doesn’t believe wallowing will do you any good.

Although he is more inclined to offer you this hands-on approach to deal with your grief, Thomas has the patience of saint when it comes to you. He won’t pressure you to feel better because he knows that that isn’t how grief works. Thomas will look after you on the days that you honestly can’t manage to pull yourself out of bed. He will make sure you eat well even when you’re not hungry and that you take a shower every now and then.

Thomas offers you physical comfort when you need it. If you tend to feel especially poorly in the evening or late at night, he’ll stay up with you. He doesn’t want you to have to face the night alone, and he wants to be awake in case you need to cry or talk, or if you just want to lay quietly in his arms.

Bo Sinclair

Bo doesn’t know how to manage a grieving person, partly because he has a hard time giving a shit about other people and their feelings. He grew up repressing his negative emotions to minimise the risk of a beating, and you showing your emotions openly frustrates and confuses him.

When you talk to Bo about the sorrow and guilt that you’re feeling, his initial reaction is to put you down. He tells you that feeling guilty about something you had no control over is stupid and that you shouldn’t bother yourself with it. In the conversation, Bo can come off as quite insensitive. He’ll ask you if you were even that close to your loved one in the first place and if it had benefitted them at all if had been able to see them.

Bo will calm down eventually and apologises for being an idiot. It’s a learning process for Bo to remember that when you talk to him about serious subjects, he should listen to what you’re telling him. It does neither him nor you any good when he tries to put himself in your place because Bo’s background and coping mechanisms are different from yours. What works for him doesn’t work for you.

When he comforts you, Bo’s primary strategy is to make sure that you feel heard. When you talk to him about your feelings or struggles, Bo wants you to feel that he is actively listening to what you’re saying, although he rarely comes up with anything of substance to reply with. Bo wants you to rely on him when you’re upset, so he tries his hardest to keep himself from berating you for your emotions

#slashers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bo sinclair x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fanfiction

[softspeirs]

Okay, this is going to be a bit of a long shot, but how about 'hands' and 'rescue' for Grace Fleming - and Helen, our Clubmobile girl! (Something something...shared grief?)

A/N: Ooh, thanks Merc! Loved an excuse to get these two ladies together.

It’s Tatty who first comes to the infirmary, her steps unsure and her eyes a little tired, a little sad.

Grace is busy folding blankets and towels, and greets her with a breezy hello, her eyes flitting between Tatty’s troubled face and her hands that are clenched at her side.

“Lieutenant,” she says, a tiny smile appearing on her lips. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“Hey, Tatty.” Grace is a little surprised at herself for feeling shy. It’s almost like realizing the popular girl at school wants to talk to her. “What can I do for you?”

“Can you—“ she takes a step closer, lowers her voice. “Would you mind talking to Helen? Casually, if you don’t mind.”

Grace puts down the blanket in her hands. “Is she okay?”

Tatty nods. “I think so. Just— she got to know this pilot at the party the night before last… between you and me, she barely got more than a few hours of sleep, they were out dancing so late.”

Grace’s heart sinks. “Oh, Tatty… did he—“

“He was with the new crew. Rosenthal’s. He didn’t make it.”

.

Grace finds Helen in the Clubmobile, like she suspected she would. Helen isn’t the type to shirk her duties, no matter how she’s feeling.

“Morning!” Helen says brightly. Grace doesn’t miss the way her hands shake slightly as she gathers herself. “It’ll be a few minutes for donuts but I can get you some coffee while you wait.”

“That would be great, thanks.”

The cup is steaming when it comes out, and Grace inhales. “God, but that smells good.”

“Coffee in the morning always does.”

They stand in companionable silence for a few minutes before Grace decides she better just ask. “How are you doing, Helen?”

The smile on her face doesn’t go away, but freezes in place. “I’m okay.”

Grace nods. Looks at the bags under Helen’s eyes and the way her movements seem automatic, robotic. She knows combat fatigue. There isn’t a snappy name for this type of grief, though. The type where you know someone for barely a day, and yet their loss hits you like a freight train.

It’s a unique part of living on an air base, and Grace doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it.

“You need a day off?” Grace asks quietly. “No shame in it. I can talk to whoever I need to-“

“No.” Helen’s voice is firm, but still pleasant. “I’m okay. I want to keep working. It’s— it’ll help.”

Grace nods. She doesn’t want to overstep. She also knows that everyone on this base, especially these women who have such a vital role to play, are far more resilient than people give them credit for.

They’re interrupted by the still-half-asleep figures of Captain Rosenthal and Lieutenant Lewis.

“Ma’am,” Rosenthal greets her, and she watches as he struggles to make eye contact with Helen.

“Morning Helen,” Lewis says, either not feeling as shy as his friend, or determined to lighten the mood. “Coffee would be great.”

“You got it,” she says. Grace is pleased to see Helen’s hands aren’t shaking anymore when she gathers the cups and gets to work.

.

It’s over a year later and Grace almost wants to laugh when their roles are reversed. She can’t bring herself to even smile when she sees the woman approaching.

“Grace?”

Grace’s hands start to shake at the care and tenderness in her friend’s voice. She cannot allow herself to break down. If she does, she won’t be able to make it the rest of her shift, and too much time alone with her thoughts is no good.

“Grace.” Helen’s hand finds hers. Stops her relentless folding and moving and fidgeting. “Hey. Slow down.”

“Funny that you need to come to my rescue now, huh.”

Helen shakes her head. “You don’t need anyone to rescue you.” She ducks her head so she can meet Grace’s eyes. “He’s alive, Grace. I know it.”

Grace shakes her head. “How can you be so sure?” Tears spring to her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. “He’s been so lucky so far…”

“It’s not luck. He’s the best pilot we’ve got. I don’t know where he is, but he’s going to come back.”

Grace sniffs. “It’s just— this one feels harder. It feels harder to believe he’s going to keep coming back.”

“Couldn’t keep Major Rosenthal away from you for too long, Grace.” Helen jokes softly, jostling Grace with her shoulder. “He’s probably hassling some General to get him back here to you.”

Grace takes a minute to just sit there, shoulder to shoulder with a woman who has become one of her dearest friends, their hands tightly clasped together.

“I hope you’re right.” Grace says finally. “Thank you, Helen.”

The two women sit there together for a long time, minds filled with the men they’ve watched come and go, ones they laughed with and loved, and ones they didn’t even get a chance to know. This is the hardest work either of them have ever done, but it’s made easier knowing they’ll be there to rescue each other every time, no matter what.

#my own feelings got the best of me here merc #i loved writing for helen #i wanted to know so much more about her #thank you for asking about grace! #softspeirs mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #oc: grace fleming