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partyanimal167 · 3 months

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A Win-Win Situation- Rayleigh x F!Reader

I had to drop a bag at the mechanic two days ago, and to literally keep myself from not crying, I was coming up with a fic idea to make the situation sexier and not depressing 😅 This popped up, and I was just like, 'At least I can finally write for Rayleigh.' I also told my friend, and he supported doing what you needed to do because damn do autoshops scare me.

CW: modern au, black fem reader, age gap, very light dubcon, smut, praise kink, daddy kink, MDNI

You only expected to get the tires rotated. So when the man started talking about parts and labor costs, you were ready for the earth to swallow you up whole.

You were confident about a lot of things. You could do most adulting tasks like clean, organize your bills, plan a trip, etc. But cars...weren't your area of expertise. But you managed for awhile, so you didn't worry too much! You watched videos and knew that there were things you needed to get done to maintain the vehicle.

So you went to get your tires rotated. Easy. Nothing to worry about....until, the guy pointed out that your check engine light was on. He must have seen the way you stiffened and tried to keep your expression calm.

The man gave you a sweet, flirty smile and waved his hand. "Don't worry too much, sweetheart. I'm actually a bit packed today, but an old friend owns a shop on the next street over. He should be able to check it out. Shouldn't cost you much either."

You bit your lip nervously as you rocked a little. "Really?"

"Of course! Tell 'im Shanks sent you. He'll take really good care of you."

~~~

You shyly stepped out of your car in front of the older shop where a radio played throwbacks and a fan blew strongly.

You walked quietly through the open garage door where a person stood under a lifted car with a welder's mask on. "Uh, excuse me" you raised your voice a little since you weren't sure if they'd be able to hear.

The body looked up at you before stepping from under the car and turning to take off the welding hood.

You weren't ready for the kind, sweet older man to beam at you. His glasses were somehow spotless despite the hood. After he wiped his hands on a rag, he pulled his long, gray hair out of its ponytail. "Hi dear, how can I help you today?"

You fidgeted with your hands a little. "Huh, I was just trying to get my tires rotated, but my check engine light is on. The guy, Shanks, said I should come see you." you explained.

The man nodded. "Ah the boy. Yes of course I can help you." he wiped his hairline and sipped his water. "Shame you're out here in this heat. That boyfriend of yours shouldn't be having you out running car errands either."

Your cheeks warmed up, and you scratched one nervously. "I don't have a boyfriend." you softly corrected.

The man handed you a water bottle. "Well that can be fixed--easily." he chuckled. Before you could ask what he met, he held out his hand, and you gave him his keys. "I'm Rayleigh by the way." You nodded and with your own. "Beautiful, what a pleasure."

You stepped to the side as the man drove your car in and took out a little gadget to hook up to your car. You watched a bit confused as he pressed some buttons and frowned at the screen.

The sun continued to beam down, so you were glad you were wearing your short shorts and cropped hoodie, but you weren't expecting to be out alone with just you and the older man. The other shop had a lot of people coming in and out. You wiped your brow and chugged some of your water as you eyed the older man. You didn't feel too nervous though. Rayleigh seemed nice. He was all gentle smiles and had a calm demeanor. Plus, he looked good for his age. You bet he was a real lady killer in his day.

"I'm going to be honest, love. I think one of your catalytic converter is shot. We're going to need to replace it." the man sighed as he closed the door and looked over to you.

You blinked twice. "That's the expensive part, right?"

The man chuckled at your wording and nodded. "I'm afraid so. But don't worry. I won't charge you an arm and a leg." he assured you. You rocked the on your heels a little as you nibbled a little on your lip. "That's what Shanks said..."

"Let's get you out this heat." you entered a small office and sat at the desk. Rayleigh handed you another water bottle before taking off his denim jacket. You nearly choked. This man is jacked. He had on a white tee, but you weren't expecting the way his muscles filled it in. "You okay there?"

You cleared your throat and met a mischievous look. Hopefully, he didn't notice your stares. You nodded. He grinned as he typed away at his computer. "So I need to order the part, but I think including labor we're looking at this amount." he filled out an invoice and circled the total. Rayleigh watched as your body went rigid and he sighed. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I wish it could be less. I-,"

"Oh no, it's fine! You have a business to run of course," you gave a little nervous smile. Rayleigh gave you a once over before that innocent smile was back.

"Come here, princess."

You whipped your head up. "Excuse me?"

Rayleigh pushed away from the desk a little and patted a spot in front of him. "Come sit."

You stood and walked around the desk and sat. You gasped as your hand was taken and a soft kiss was placed on it. "You can't go giving an old man ideas especially with the way you're looking at me." you gasped in response. "We can do a little trade. What do you say? Let's see how many rounds you can last, and I'll make some adjustments." You were surprised by the challenge, but it excited you all the same. The old man seemed experienced. Plus, there was no way he was going to out last you either. It was an easy win-win.

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"Fuck daddy, daddy!" your legs were shaking as the man continued to pump his fingers inside as you sat in his lap. You gripped tightly on his shoulders as you bounced up and down.

Rayleigh grinned meanly at you. "What's wrong, dear? It's only been two so far. I'm trying to be nice here. Can't you give me some more?" The man went back to licking and sucking on your nipples as you moaned and sobbed. Your walls started clenching on his fingers once more and you whined as he put more pressure on your clit with the heel of his palm. "Ah there we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it." He sucked a hickey right below your ear. "You flatter this old man with how you sound. Is it good?"

"Yes!" you groaned as you tipped over that mountain again.

It took you a couple moments to catch your breath, and when you were present again, you realized you were on the desk looking up at the man who didn't even have a hair out of place. That sweet smile was there, but with the three orgasms he just gave you, it was so deceiving. Your face was burning, and you let your eyes trail down to see his member out and proud. It was girthy and hard. You could see the veins that ran down and the streams of precum that had been leaking. You whimpered.

"I wanna suck it, daddy." your eyes glossed over, and your cheeks were shiny with tears.

The man groaned at the sight. He'd have to thank Shanks for sending you over. He shook his head. "Ah ah, no sweetheart. You can do that next time. This is your reward for being so good for me, princess." He lifted your hood and spread some of juices around. "Deep breath now," and he sunk in.

You cried out deliriously. He filled you so well and stretched you more than you expected even with prep. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. Rayleigh chuckled before pushing in further. "Fuck, you feel so good, love. Such a naughty girl just for carrying around this good pussy, shit." the man huffed as he started up a slow but strong rhythm.

Skin slapped against another loudly, and you were drowning it. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. Rayleigh grunted deliciously near your ear and cooed about how pretty you were, how good you felt, how he wanted to keep you around and fill you up. You clenched around him more and more, and he sped up. "I'll give it to you, baby. Good girl wants to get pumped full?"

"Yes, yes! Please, let me- uh uh, let me have it please." You cried out. You moaned as you were kissed deeply and felt your tongues twirled around. "Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum, daddy. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, yes!" Your orgasm hit you hard; you saw pure white in your eyes as you crashed and rode that wave into pleasure.

"So good. So good! I'll give it to you princess. Just take it," Rayleigh continued on and huffed loudly, glasses finally falling off. He gripped the back of your thighs as he finished and milked himself.

The two of stay silent for a moment before you squeaked as you felt fingers stuff you full. "Can't waste a drop." Rayleigh winked.

You looked at him completely stunned.

This was certainly not how you thought the day would go...

~~~

*rereads and blushes* God damn....

I hope I did justice to my mans Rayleigh! I'm just gonna indulge in this fantasy to pretend that I didnt have to drop cash on this damn car...

Thanks for reading!

Part Two

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #modern au #fem reader #black fem reader #mine #partyanimal167 #one piece rayleigh #one piece smut

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE PRINCESS DIARIES & THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2: ROYAL ENGAGEMENT PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from both films (2001 & 2004)

the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

wait for me! wait for me!

anyone can see your desires. no one knows what's in your heart.

you are so lucky you don't know who your parents are.

i am invisible... and i am wet.

i'm just supposed to watch you.

am i too late to ask you to accept my hand in marriage?

you broke my glasses!

don't worry about me.

a princess never chases a chicken.

this really is more romantic in books.

oh, by the way! i'm getting married!

you're not very good at lying.

i thought you'd never ask.

oh! oh yes! i absolutely accept!

somebody sat on me again.

we just made the bed.

tell me a secret.

i have done a lot of flying in my day.

do we have any problems?

you'll never be bored.

i loathe you.

no matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.

i just love to look at him.

you look so... clean.

can you please pretend you have a life for just one moment?

just in case i wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara.

this is between a waltz and a tango.

we don't slump like this.

tell me your greatest desires.

i thought you said you never slide.

if there are no more passengers, i think we should close the door.

this is getting us nowhere! talk to me!

are you sassing your grandma?

courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.

i have never put on pantyhose before, but it sounds dangerous.

why me?

yeah, he's cute.

shut up!

look out the window.

as always, this is as good as it's gonna get.

don't forget your shoes.

i haven't danced with you since your birthday.

you're morphing into one of them!

probably all i ever do is think about myself.

i can't do this.

i have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including puerto rico.

i love your eyebrows.

you can't run from everything?

i simply cannot condone it.

love does things for reasons that reasons cannot understand.

hang up the phone!

the secret is... i still want to.

the fault was entirely my own.

i'd like to report an accident.

the three of us have to talk.

what am i, a duck?

my job is to protect the crown.

stop daydreaming!

oh! your foot! i'm so sorry, are you all right?

i hate it when they move in like that.

is there maybe something else about me and my life that just maybe i might want to know about?

this is so cool!

now what did you want to tell me?

just stop it, okay?

you will answer directly to me.

are you sure you don't want to exchange licenses and proof of insurances?

he's not a backstreet boys clone.

i don't like you.

i look like a moose.

well aren't you just... crafty.

i've got a wedding to go to.

wait wait! no, not you. i don't even know you.

can we park a block away from school?

you know what? i don't feel protected.

you will find the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary.

i won't be getting married today.

oh my god! you're here!

i beg your pardon!

oh, for the love of god!

why do you talk like that?

is your mom dating an undertaker?

you look so... young.

can i borrow a comb?

oh, yeah, that is exactly what you did.

i know it's short notice, but you were all dressed.

so where are you taking me?

who destroyed you?

just because i didn't get my fairytale ending doesn't mean you shouldn't.

not if you didn't want me to.

they're smitten!

well, that probably wasn't the best idea.

you look ridiculous. you should sue.

have you ever experienced that instant headache when you eat ice too quickly?

just because your hair sucks, get off mine!

do you wear contact lenses?

i would gladly take a bullet for you.

look over there.

is this the punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?

you broke my brush.

so what are we learning today?

did you happen to see who's here?

you talk to him much?

well, the camera's all ready to go.

let's go this way.

ever take those shades off?

are you ready?

enough bowing! back to your chores!

no more straggling for me.

you did very well. very charming.

the light is perfect!

i'm feeling shy, come on.

you chose me, and i accepted.

did you hear that?

do you have any change?

no, it's not attractive!

okay, i look like an asparagus.

where is she going?

if this were my party, we'd be kissing by now.

they put me on hold!

we never rush. we hasten.

you know what? i'm fine! i'm good!

a strange woman came in here and asked to hide in your closet so i let her.

should i shoo him?

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callmeadin · 1 year

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Hiyaaa i saw tht u need inspo or smth idk

I was thinking maybe scaramouche x reader accidental confession if u want to write that

Dont overwork urself drink water AND EAT!!

a/n --- hi!!! thank you so much for requesting this, this was really fun to write! i kind of got ahead of myself lkdjfhsdkdf. i actually finished this several hours ago but i had to wait until school was out to post this lmao. i hope you like it!!!!

Accidental Confession

scaramouche x gn!reader

pronouns - they/them - not mentioned

warnings - none, really. not proofread, maybe ooc, a smidge of angst, fluff

"you... you what?"

• you didn't know that one of the fatui would find the trashed letter and give it to the sixth harbinger

• you actually weren't planning on giving it to him, ever really

• you just needed to put it into words and on paper

• it's not the first "letter" you've written either; you just always made sure to keep them in a secured place or threw them away

• suppose you shouldn't be throwing them away anymore

luke was leaving one of the rooms given to you after delivering something from your aunt. he didn't find you in there, which was a surprise as you're almost always in there reading or painting. you aren't actually a member of the fatui, and you live with la signora. luke kicked something on his way out of the room.

he looked down to see that he kicked a trash can with the contents spilled. luke felt guilty and started to clean it up. as he was putting the several crumpled up and torn papers, he stopped when he found, what appeared to be, a sealed letter. picking it up, he turned it around to see if it was addressed to anyone only to read the name of the balladeer.

now luke was curious; why would you, one of the nicest people he knows and bickering with the aforementioned harbinger, have a letter written for lord scaramouche? and most importantly, why did you throw it away? regardless, he set it aside to continue cleaning the rest of the trash on the carpeted floor.

when he threw the last thing away, luke grabbed the letter next to him and stood up. he was supposed to go report to la signora that her gift had been delivered, but instead he moved towards lord scaramouche's office.

• at first, scaramouche didn't bother with the odd letter one of the subordinates gave him out of the blue

• but a couple of hours later he looked at it again

• looking closer, not only is it addressed to him of all people, but it's your handwriting

"you write letters?"

• this new found curiosity consumed him

• he was going to open it and read it

• only to be interrupted by tartaglia barging in

• scaramouche didn't get the chance to read what it was that you wrote for the rest of the day

the next few days were busy for the fatui. it was close to midnight and scaramouche was pretty sure that if he was a mortal, he would've been utterly exhausted. however, he was tired from doing so much paperwork and the mission from that day. he sat back in his chair and looking down at the stack of papers with a disdainful look, he sighed heavily. his eyes wander over to the locked drawer on his right, and remembered about your letter.

"i can give myself a break," he said under his breath as he unlocked it and gently grabbed the off-white letter. scaramouche didn't want to crumple it or anything; don't ask him why.

as he carefully cut the top open, he felt... dare he say, nervous. he couldn't figure out why.

"it seems like a lot of the things i've been feeling i can't figure out," exhaling a sigh to steel his nerves, he pulled out the folded piece of paper. "why would you write something to me, anyways?" he scrunched up his face when he heard his voice that just screamed desperate.

• he was too scared to see you the next day, because what if this was all a joke? he doesn't want to get betrayed for the fourth time

• scaramouche didn't last very long without confronting you about the letter

• he needed to know if it was true

there you were, chatting with viktor like there was nothing ever wrong. scaramouche stood there right outside of the open door, not knowing why he just can't interrupt you two. you're gesturing animatedly with a bright look on your face as you talk about a book you just finished. viktor's nodding along until he looks over at the silent third party.

"uh, hey, i don't mean to interrupt you, but i think i should get going," viktor says nervously. you hum and look over to the door and see scaramouche waiting.

"oh, alright," you give him a questioning look, but his expression is undecipherable. you wonder what he wants. as viktor leaves, scaramouche quietly walks in and closes the door, leaving the sound of the harmonic jingles that hang from his hat.

"what's wrong, little fandango man?" you try for a more lighthearted jab and tone.

"why did you write that?"

• you nearly felt your heart drop. but then you told yourself that it wasn't possible, cus you keep all of those unsent letters in a locked place

• but the way he asked that, and the way he's acting,

• but how would he have gotten one of them anyways???

"why... did i write what?" you felt your anxiety spike, your heartbeat increasing tenfold. out of the corner of your eye, you saw your trash can that was still filled with papers. it was by the door. it was supposed to be next to your small desk in the corner of the room. and you sure as hell don't see the last letter you wrote in there. your entire body grew cold.

"don't-"

"scara, i don't think you were supposed to read that."

his face scrunched up unpleasantly, though you suppose in a different circumstance you'd think it cute. "then why did one of la signora's subordinates hand me a letter, with my name written on it, and said that it was from you?" his tone became harsher, but not colder. he almost... sounded desperate.

you finally make yourself look at him, "i threw that away because i was scared of you seeing it," you said flatly. "you weren't supposed to ever see that, or read it, or know anything about that-"

"so is it true, then?" he cut you off.

"i," you hesitate, but with the way that scaramouche is looking at you, it might be better if you just tell him yourself. "yes, it is." you swallow. with more confidence, "yeah, i do love you."

• you can't tell if he looks devastated or happy, maybe both

• he takes off his hat so he can walk towards you

• he just leans against you without saying anything

• you allow yourself to card your fingers through his hair, finally confirming that it is as soft as it looks

• you two stay like that for a while, not saying anything

"why?"

"hmm, you read it, didn't you? believe it or not, i have more that i haven't thrown away," he immediately raises his head and asks,

"you what," you feel your face heat up.

"yeah, i do," you laugh softly.

your faces are pretty close, and so you do something that you weren't planning originally. as quick as lightning, you peck him on the lips. almost before you can, his entire face becomes red and he hides it behind his hands. the sight is absolutely adorable to you, and you laugh wholeheartedly.

scaramouche thinks your laugh is the most pleasant sound he has ever been graced with.

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #balladeer x reader #wanderer x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #scramouche #GAH i hope this was okay

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darkphoenix07 · 9 months

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hii ive never requested before so this is kinda scary tbh .... im not sure if your mental health requests are still open but if they are, can i request one with either hongjoong or jongho that's up to u! (since i noticed u already had alot with hongjoong already ..) where reader has an eating disorder because of insecurities and is trying to recover but some days fall back into old habits. And how he would comfort you and help you back on track

thank you so much for this btw <3 I've read all of your mental health series since i myself am struggling alot with my mental health and I'm sure it means alot to other people too who also struggle, you're doing sm people a favor 💓

Jongho helps you with eating disorder

Masterlist

Mental Health Request

Paring : Idol Jongho x Reader

Word count : 1.6k

Song 🎵 : Those eyes by New West

Genre : Soft, Comfort, Fluff

4:45 p.m.

Everyone in the agency treats you very well after you got attached with Jongho. Specially when you are the girlfriend of their life maknae. They adore you like a little sister too and you love them with all of their heart which is why going to meet them is your favorite part of the day. Specially when you are feeling down.

As you walk inside the agency you meet with San, "Y/n, wassup," he immediately pulls you for a hug.

When he releases the hug, his eyes get big, "Damn, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, it's just. Maybe I am tired," you didn't even know when was the last time you ate something. But that is good, right? You have become so fat nowadays. Isn't that why you can't move properly? You feel suffocated and confined around your body. Only skipping food can make it alright.

"I'm going to buy some ice creams. Coming back in a few minutes," he winks before passing away.

You enter in the elevator and reach inside the practice room where you see them sitting on the floor, giggling with one another. You automatically smile seeing Jongho's gummy smile as Mingi gets scared when Jongho tried to hit him.

Suddenly Jongho notices you and stands up, "Y/n, you are here!"

He immediately pulls you into an embrace soaking your empty heart, maybe your empty stomach too.

"You don't look so good. What's up? Are you not taking meals properly?" Jongho asks you and in reply you only smile.

"Yes, you look like you have lost a lot of pounds. What's wrong?"

You feel uncomfortable hearing Wooyoung through these words at you. Because all you think about is how ugly you look. How bad your fat is making things for you.

"I-I am fine. I just wanted to meet you. I was thinking about you a lot," you tell Jongho with another smile but it doesn't convince him much.

"I'll take you to your favorite restaurant today. But first let's have ice cream after hyung brings them," he smiles at you pulling you inside.

You sit with them, keep listening to their bickerings and after sometimes San arrives with a box of ice creams.

You and Jongho share one big bucket which is butterscotch, your favorite one. But when you start to have the ice cream, you mind starts speaking to you calling you ugly shit, a pig and how you shouldn't eat like this.

"You are barely having these. Are you alright?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"Maybe it's my period, I've lost appetite," you lie to him gripping your own shirt. You feel guilty for being this person but you can't help it.

"I-I am coming," you get up and run to the bathroom. You end up throwing up water and ice cream because that's all you've left inside your stomach. Your stomach hurts and your throat burns from the crazy sensation and how it is so hard to eat.

You leave the bathroom and see them cleaning up stuff for practicing.

"I'll have another lesson then we can go together. Can you wait?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"That's my girl," he kisses you on the forehead smiling and goes back for the practice.

As you sit down to watch them practice, you start feeling drowsy and nauseous.

Jongho looks back at you asking if you are okay and you try to give him a reassuring smile that you are.

But it only gets worse when you get up wanting to leave the room. You grab the nob and try to open the door but suddenly everything feels hazy to your eyes. You stop feeling the ground underneath you and fall into deep sleep.

Hearing the deep thud from you passing out, Jongho comes running, "Y/n. Oh my God. Baby! What's wrong? Wake up. Come on, wake up!!"

The members look at each other hearing Jongho calling you baby which he never does.

"She will be fine. Let's call an ambulance," Hongjong says patting Jongho's back.

"Splash water on her face. She may wake up," Seonghwa suggests and Yunho brings a bottle full of water.

Jongho splashes the water on you but you don't open your eyes as the problem is something else.

"Why isn't she waking up? Oh man. This is so bad," Jongho is trembling as your head is on his lap. Your body has gone cold and you are barely breathing which starts concerning Jongho more.

The ambulance comes and he takes you in the hospital where Yeosang joins him.

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As you wake up, you feel someone holding your hand sobbing.

"I am so sorry I didn't notice earlier. I am so fucking sorry," it's Jongho's voice you realize as you open your eyes.

"Oh my God. You are awake!!!" He hugs you tightly pressing himself against you.

You feel a saline pipe on the back of your hand when you hug him back. You look around and realize that you are in a hospital bed.

"What happened?" You ask him and he looks at you with blazing eyes.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?" He throws the question at you with a demanding voice and you can't help but feel scared.

"I won't scold you, sweetheart. Please do tell me. When did you last have a proper meal?" He asks you so softly that your heart burns.

"I-I...maybe with you," you tell him which was four days ago.

"Seriously?" He looks like he snaps but he is mad at himself for not being able to take care of you.

Your scared face tells him you misunderstood him so he gets on the bed with you, "I am concerned about you because you have iron deficiency, lack of vitamin D, Vitamin C, Vitamin B complex. In total if I say, you are going through malnutrition. How do you think I'll feel if I get to know these?"

"I am sorry. I didn't m-" you break into tears but he cups your face into his palms.

"Hey, don't cry. I didn't want to make you cry. I am mad at myself for not being able to give you enough time to take care of you. If you were having a hard time to have food, you should have told me. I didn't even notice," he says like it is all his fault that you avoid food.

"Don't blame yourself for something I've been doing," you tell him holding his hands into yours.

"Baby, you have become my responsibility from the day I've started to have feelings for you. You are not only a part of my life. You have become my life. I can't think of a single day without you though I don't tell you these enough. But I am willing to tell you everything you need to hear for recovering as early as possible," he kisses your forehead and a drop of his tear fall on your cheek.

"All your sufferings are mine, all your pain is mine, all of your agony is mine. Don't you know that already. Why don't you eat sweetheart? Why? You used to love having food once," he asks you whispering the last words like if anyone is beside him they will know your secret or maybe it is his heart burning for you seeing you like this.

"I don't know. I feel like food is the reason everything is going wrong in my life. I need to fix everything. I feel hopeless, wrecked.The more I lose my weight, I feel like I need to lose more. I throw up everything I eat unintentionally. I feel so fucking disgusting when I eat something. It becomes hard for me to look in the mirror once I devour something," you tell him the truth but end up becoming a sobbing mess.

"Hey, we can work on it together. What if I was in your place? Wouldn't you do the same for me? Wouldn't you want to help me?" He asks and you nod.

"Then listen that I'll always be there for you no matter what. I'll help you gain confidence again. Please don't hide all these from me again?" He begs you kissing your knuckles and you smile.

After you get discharged, you start meeting a therapist with him. He has gone crazy over you nowadays because he keeps telling you how pretty you look, how perfect you are. He shows you mukbang day after day making your mouth water which is why you start to have food again. You take some suppliments to gain your appetite again which works very well.

Last time you checked, you have gained some pounds finally after hardworking. Specially with Jongho's support.

Most importantly he never reminds you of your food disorder. He makes you forget about you playing stupid food games and taking you to every new restaurants in the city making you taste new foods.

You thank yourself and him for coming this far after months torture on yourself. Because without him you wouldn't be able to beat this.

I myself wrote it with empty stomach but now I'm feeling fucking hungry

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increasinglygeeky · 1 year

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Special Delivery | Alma

fandom: gokurakugai

pairing: alma x gn!reader

genre: fluff / tooth-rooting fluff / a hint of angst but not too much so don't worry

notes: ooc I guess (there's not a lot of chapters), lesbian!tao cause I know that woman has sex with other women, I refer to tao and alma as brother and sister cause that's what they are to me, a lot of this are my own headcanons so I can connect some dots, spoilers for the series so far

summary: uh-oh! looks like our favorite troubleshooter has a crush on the person who delivers his food.

(08/05/2023: Good news! As of this note, we're getting serialized Gokurakugai in Shonen Jump! I'm so happy!)

"It's almost time. Do you think they got stuck in traffic? Do you think they forgot our address?" Alma mutters nervously as he paces near the front door of their office/apartment.

Tao sighs in annoyance. Her cigarette leaves her mouth and smoke billows out from her lips. Once again, her little brother is getting worked up for such an uncouth reason. So once again, she has to make sure he doesn't exhaust himself.

"Alma."

"Oh crap! What if a Maga got to them cause it smelled our food!? Aaahhh!" Alma shrieks as he grips the red strands of his hair tightly.

"Alma!" Tao stands and slams a book on her desk, making her partner in crime jump and turn towards her.

"Y-Yes, Tao?" He asks, now a bit more anxious thanks to the noise.

"It's only been thirty minutes since you ordered. So if you don't calm down, I'm sticking you with cleaning up the bathroom until I'm finished eating." Tao reminds him as the taller one nonchalantly sits back down and opens up the book that rocked the room.

Alma stares in a deadpan as his sister then takes a hit from her cigarette. The redhead was very aware that he shouldn't be acting this way. He fights monsters that crawl up from the pits of hell on a daily basis so what's getting him so worked up? Over a food delivery no less?

You see, ever since that new diner a few blocks away from the Troubleshooters opened up, where you could just about order anything from cheeseburgers to an entire salmon entree, Alma found himself infatuated.

Not just with the varieties of food on display, but with the pretty delivery person he saw in the window getting ready to head out.

The delivery person in question? That was you.

On that day, time seemed to stop as Alma watched you pack the edible items into your insulated bag. Or was it some type of cooler?

The point was, the second his baby blue eyes landed on you, the half Maga boy was frozen. His palms felt clammy, a knot churned in his gut, he could see his breath fog on the glass, and his face flushed red.

Behind him, Tao stopped her brisk walk and saw that her brother seemed to be stuck in place. Being the inquisitive person she was she headed back over to the display window, took in Alma's awestruck expression, and followed his line of sight. To where you just about finished packing signaled by the swipe of your brow.

The gunslinger grinned.

As you hefted your bag and left the back way, Tao shook Alma by the shoulder, "Wake up, Al".

The redhead rapidly shakes his head and meets his sister's glassy gaze, "Tao? What just happened?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. You okay? Your whole face is red."

"It is?" Alma placed a hand over his chest. He could feel his heart thump wildly and his Solution thrum in time with it. "My chest is beating like crazy. Oh no! I'm not coming down with something am I?!"

Tao just chuckled softly. God, the kid's innocence was downright adorable. But that didn't mean she could let him in on it right now. Not before she got the answers herself.

"You're probably just hungry again. Why don't we order something from here?" She thumbed to the diner and he seemed to like that idea.

"Yeah! You're right! I'm gonna get myself a triple cheeseburger with curly fries!" Alma happily dashed into the building with his sister following behind.

Once the overhead bell jingled, Tao had to stop herself from breaking into laughter once she noticed how her brother at the booth was swinging his legs back and forth like a five year old at an ice cream bar. "Over here, Tao!" He boomed merrily despite being a millimeter away.

It was crazy, she thought. How seeing you made the redhead's day much brighter. After all, they were almost killed during a mission earlier for the umpteenth time. It's amazing to know how resilient one person can be. Even if they needed an extra pick me up.

"In a second, Al." The silver haired woman turned to the hostess next to her, "Excuse me..." She gave your description and asked for your name. Once she got the information, she took out at least a thousand in cash and her business card.

"From now on, we'll only accept deliveries from them."

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"What do you think they'll be wearing?" Alma asks in a dreamy voice while looking through the peephole.

"If I had to guess, the same things from the last time they were here." Tao replied, just thankful her brother wasn't roaming in a panic anymore.

"Right, the uniform." Alma leaves the door and sprawls his body over the couch. Clutching a pillow to his chest, he let his thoughts wander to something else. He calls for his sister.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it's weird we somehow get them every single time we order?"

Tao breathes in her cigarette and exhales, "I think I remember hearing them say they're always understaffed or something."

Alma doesn't respond. He turns his body away, palm covering his ear.

Tao can't help but believe that he might figure it out. Finally. After like, weeks of this. "Do you wanna talk about anything?

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Whatever you want. Just to pass the time, I know you're getting antsy."

Alma's gulp echoes through the office. He reverses his sides so his sister can see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Slowly, he gets up and goes over to the chair in front of Tao's desk and sits. With his head lowered, Tao waits to see what he does next.

"I don't want them to come here!" Alma blurts out and lifts his head, tears of frustration pricking his eyes.

Tao stares in bewilderment, "Who are you talking about? You don't mean..." They both say your name at the same time.

When finally questioned, Alma breaks down and explains that he feels like he has a heart attack and straight up dies every time he opens the door for the exchange. Where he has to make eye contact with you and those few seconds feel like an humiliating eternity. He knows at that moment he has to speak, but he feels his lips are glued shut. He dances a stupid jiggly dance as the money leaves his hands and are replaced with his curly fries. Then, he can't recognize his handwriting on the receipt.

What's incredulous is that by now, you aren't scared away from his behavior. How you couldn't care less if it's Tao who answers instead of him.

He also doesn't know why the spell seems to always break when he shuts the door on your retreating form. The only things he could think of for the rest of the day is either your bright smile, your bell like voice, the way your uniform shows off your figure, or how his hands still buzz after they connect with yours.

Tao sighs deeply once he finishes the rant.

She understands completely. Now she knows why Alma seemed a bit too distracted when working jobs sometimes these past few days. Each time, they would've said goodbye to you again just before.

But hey, at least her gut feeling was right on the money earning her another win.

Speaking of distractions, The redhead looks to be off in another world.

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"Ah! Somebody help me!" You scream as you attempt to escape the Maga that was chasing you.

When the creature's claws come down, you manage to duck and weave into a nearby alleyway. Only to stop when you realize you've reached a dreaded dead end.

You look up at the monster, it's mouth opening up; primed and ready to swallow you as their next meal. You whimper and attempt to shield yourself when... you hear your name being called from the heavens.

"Get away from them!" Alma rages from on top of a building in his Maga form.

You catch a glimpse of him despite the creature in your way, "Alma, please save me!" You cry out.

He jumps and flies down. He's able to slice the monstrosity in half with his sword. You're in shock as the Maga dissipates to reveal the Troubleshooter, looking as dashing and unbothered as ever.

"Sorry I'm late, babe." He cheekily replies as he moves his sword to his shoulder and flips his short hair.

"My hero!" You praise and rush into his awaiting arms. Once the two of you embrace, you pepper his face with grateful kisses.

"Heh, what do you say we get out of here and grab a bite?" He suggests pridefully.

You nod your head with great enthusiasm and with his hand on your waist, the two of you leave the dingy place only to come face to face with... Tao.

She is certainly not happy.

"Oh. Hey-"

"ALMA!" She roars.

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The redhead yelps and falls back in his seat onto the wood floor. He winces in pain a little as Tao looks on in exasperation.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Yeah." Alma lifts up his chair and returns to a sitting position. "Sorry about that. I know you hate it when I drift off in the middle of something."

"You bet your ass I do." Tao grumbles through her cigarette.

"Tao, do you think I'm allergic to them? Is that even possible?" Alma wonders.

The smoker blinks a few times, before she lets out a hearty laugh. Making Alma fume in embarrassment.

"What's so freaking funny?" He demands.

Tao wipes a few tears, "No, you're not allergic, dumbass! You have a crush on them!" She reveals.

Oh.

"Oh."

A puzzle piece clicked in place in that big brain of his.

HOLY SHIT! SHE'S RIGHT I TOTALLY LOVE THEM! Alma yelled in his head as he felt coughs of surprise escape his throat.

"Jesus, dude. Here." Tao hands him a water bottle which he opened and downed eagerly.

Once he finished, he gave his sister a pissed off look. "Dammit! You knew about it this whole time, didn't you!?" He exclaimed.

Tao responded by giving a sly grin and tapping the end of her cigarette butt on her ashtray, "I may have. Sorry, but I just have to see where some things lead to." She remarks. The mischievous glint on her glasses tells Alma all he needed to know.

"Oh, you freaking-!"

Alma was cut off by the sound of their doorbell ringing.

"MOTHER FUDGE! THEY'RE HERE!" He cried and raced to his bedroom. Tao couldn't even finish calling his name when his door slammed shut.

The doorbell rang again as Tao leaned back in her seat and felt a headache forming.

You in the meantime, were waiting ever so patiently when the door to the Troubleshooter's finally opened. Which gave way to Tao's tall stature. You flashed your brightest smile at her.

"Hello again, Sister T-"

"He'll be out in a sec." She interrupts before she shuts the door with a bang.

Another one opened, behind it was Alma hiding under his bed covers. Tao just let her eyes roam over in slight concern. For him or was it the fact that when she agreed to take him in all those years ago she never once thought she had to deal with hormones? And she thought Alma in his Maga form was bad enough when he went berserk. In hindsight, this is actually much more complicated.

So what else could she do but light up again and take a seat next to him.

"Why didn't you bring in the food?" He mumbles.

"Because you're going to have to face them at some point. Might as well be now." She suggests.

Alma moved the blankets enough for his sister to see his eyes. "Could you put that out? I don't want the smell to get on my stuff." He says.

"Sorry." Tao drops it and snuffs it out with her shoe. "I don't get it. I've never seen you act this way before. Do you really feel like it's the end of the world if you... confess to them or something?"

Confess.

That word made Alma's head spin, "No. But now that I know what this is, I'm scared that they may not like me back. Not to mention I'm gonna have to let them in on my little secret. What if they... think I'm a monster?"

Tao isn't exactly an expert when it comes to romance either. Every woman she's dated either broke it off with her or the relationship fell apart on it's own. Okay, maybe she's the one who dumped them as well. Hell, it means she has learned a few things from all that.

She lays a hand on Alma's covered stomach, "It's the hardest thing to do. Airing it all out for someone you want to take a chance with."

"Yeah. Man, I forgot you would know how it feels." Alma reminds the both of them.

Tao solemnly nods.

Then, slowly, the blue eyed boy sits up, leaning against a higher pillow.

"If you ask me, those ladies missed out on someone as awesometacular as you."

His sister felt light headed all of a sudden. She turned away to cover her face as she saw the corners of her glass covered eyes become blurry with the smallest of tears.

"You good?" Her brother asks.

Immediately, Tao turns back to him, a nice smile as a greeting.

"Yeah." She takes off her glasses.

Alma concentrated hard on her next words. Tao may be 'hard at work saving the world' kind of serious most of the time, but it's only when the glasses come off that she's about to get vulnerable.

"Listen, the last thing I want to happen is for you is to grow cold and bitter from heartbreak like me. But I'd be damned if I'm gonna let you ruin a friendship just because you end up repressing shit you can't afford to keep in already. You're young and you may not think so, but you fucking deserve to be happy Alma. Even if it doesn't last." She proclaims.

Her partner in crime seemed to take this to heart. With the way his face keeps contorting, it looks like he has found his answer.

"What would I do without your kick in the pants?" He smiles gratefully.

"Probably be in some government lab."

"Oh, ha-ha."

The twosome leans over and hug each other with a warmth only they were familiar with.

Once they pulled back, Alma speaks, "But there's still a problem with me not being able to look them in the eye."

Tao thinks for a minute then leaves the bedroom. She returns with a pair of darkened sunglasses which she puts on her brother.

"You're kidding me." Alma is stupefied.

"Not really. Now get your ass moving; they've been waiting this whole time." Tao glares and shoves him a bit.

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"Dang it!" You mutter as you miss a critical moment on this particular level of Candy Crush.

You hear the door open. Locking your phone, you look up and see your cru - I mean - your good friend, Alma. Wait, why is he wearing those sunglasses?

"Hi, Alma! Finally, I thought you were never going to show up! Then I was going to have to eat all of this by myself!" You chuckle sheepishly. Stupid, this is his house. You turn away and shove your fist in your mouth.

"Sup?"

"What?"

"I said sup?"

"Oh... I'm good. Why are you wearing those glasses? We're indoors, silly." You ask, a matter of factually.

The redhead leaned against the doorframe, an obvious attempt at a 'chill, cool guy' pose. "Oh, me and Tao were trying on new accessories, no big whoop. Wanted to look nice before I came to see you."

You made a motion indicating you believed him but on the inside, the half Maga boy was freaking the heck out. Somehow, the glasses worked but that didn't stop him from feeling unworthy to once again, be blessed by your angelic beauty and presence. Especially to a lowly monster like him.

You on the other hand wore rose colored glasses, not Alma's sunglasses, mind you. But the way he presented himself made your stomach's butterflies flutter. Why were you here again? Oh, yeah. To give them their dinner... and a special surprise.

You sneaked a glance at the pink box hidden under the Troubleshooter's meals. You wondered if Alma would like it, cause that would have to mean he liked you, right?

When you first saw him staring at you from your work's window, you thought he was the cutest boy in the world. It sucked you had to be away from the diner most of the time when he and his sister came to stay for a bite. When you weren't peering over at their booth every couple of seconds, you managed to get a few words over to him. You didn't catch a lot of what he said mostly because you were entranced by the sound of his voice.

Then when you heard about his and Tao's exploits, you were stunned. It really made you admire him more... the way he put his life on the line and looked good doing it. Until the admiration turned into something much deeper. Oh god, you liked liked him. A crush as regular people called it.

He was a superhero basically. Why would he ever give you the time of day when all the action you got was taking in how people decorated their hallways or living rooms?

But you were not so easily swayed. Despite your worries, you had to shoot your shot before someone else swept him off his feet.

What's that old saying? The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Luckily, you were in position to deliver just that. That's why the pink box holds the key to unlocking the next chapter of your love life.

Now let's hope Alma isn't as oblivious as he seems.

"Here, you guys must be starving." You held up the hot bag and presented their boxes with their desired dishes.

"Sweet! Come to Papa!" Alma took the box that always had his name on it.

Which you wrote... and never once forgot to bust out your fanciest cursive.

"I can always count on you. Making sure my burger and curly fries are safe from dumb goons who might want to steal them."

You giggled at his remark.

He saw your cheeks twinge pink.

His did too.

It was cute. You are so freaking cute. He thought.

Then, pressure fell over you two. It wasn't comfortable, far from it. It was so tense because there was one reason why.

You both were contemplating on making the first move.

With a few quick gulps here, eyes darting this way and that, lips pursed with elation, and sweat pouring down from your foreheads there...

"Well, I'll see you later! Enjoy!" You squeak out and started dashing down the hallway.

What was I thinking?! I can't do this! Guess your nerves got the better of you. Better luck next time.

Alma called your name and the next time you blinked, he was in front of you. Oh right, he has superpowers.

"What is it!?" You questioned, a bit more nervous now that the sunglasses were gone and you were looking him dead in his beautiful baby blues.

The redhead merely presented the payment.

"You forgot the money." His smile showed off his sharp canines. Making him look more adorable to the point where your heart went pitter patter.

You could've collapsed to your knees right then and there as you stared at the dollars and coins. "Sorry, I don't know where my head is today."

"I know that feeling."

Once the receipt was signed and the change was given out, Alma blocked you once you attempted to walk around him.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Yeah..." He replied.

In the short time you've known him, you never saw him looking so damn serious.

Dear lord, was it hot the way he stared you down.

That stopped your jitters in its tracks cause it was replaced with... longing.

Then, he puffed up straight as a board and swiftly bowed down to you.

"Huh?" Needless to say, you were confused by this.

"I'velikedyousincethemomentwemet! Wouldyoudomethehonorofgoingonandate withme!?" The way he was saying this is like his keyboard was smashed in.

You processed what he said...

HOLY CRAP!

DID HE JUST ASK YOU OUT FIRST!?

You let out a gasp, a sigh, and a relived chuckle.

Alma lifted his head up to you laughing at him.

Oh no, laughing at him?

He left his bowing position and frowned.

"I guess this means no?"

You quickly stopped and took in his saddest expression.

You knew how to remedy this. Your crush just did you a huge favor.

"Alma, I have something I want to give you. Here." You reached in the bag and took out the pink box.

Thankfully, he accepted it. He took out the note from the envelope attached to the box. In the same cursive he recognized from his dinner boxes, it said:

"Dear Alma,

I want to get to know you better because I think you're really cool. I'm so lucky for our visits at work and at your home. I appreciate what you do to protect our town and I can see us being more than friends.

I can't deny it anymore. The truth is, I like you a lot.

I hope you accept what I have in the box. So I can take it as a sign that you feel the same way about me.

Would you maybe like to see a movie together one day?"

He read the "Love" ending out loud and opened the box right after.

Inside it, was cookies in the shape and decorated of you and himself. They may be a bit crude but the little figures were holding hands.

He took out his and met your gaze. You were twiddling your fingers with a face as red as his hair.

"Go on, you can say it. I'm so corny. I wasn't planning on being here when you opened it." You giggled again.

His stern focus on you never wavered as he placed the cookie back in the box and set them both down.

He didn't want to know what would happen if he looked away for even a second.

"Alma?" You were a little worried since he wasn't talking.

He stands back up, closes the gap between the two of you, gently grabs you by the shoulders... and kisses you.

It's soft and tender as hoped by you both.

Small and meager you were since he overshadows in height. He smells like everything the sun would be if it weren't lethal. Alma thinks you smell like the embodiment of everything that's sugary and pure.

The only sound was both of your heartbeats drumming in your ears.

It feels like an eternity passed in the empty hallway when you finally broke apart.

Trembling breaths were exhaled.

Now you were locked onto each other for real, minds slowly coming in for a landing from being on cloud nine.

"You free tomorrow? Seven?" Alma asked, panting a bit.

"Yeah, I am." You responded, trying to catch up as your body was still shaking from this giddy feeling.

Alma is gleefully laughing before he picked you up with those strong arms of his and twirled you around. He let you go safely and grabbed the cookie box.

"Great! I'll pick you up!" He waved goodbye and went back into his apartment.

When you heard the door shut, that's when you dropped to you knees.

You touched your lips which were still tingling from the kiss.

Guess there was nothing to worry about after all.

You silently squealed to yourself. You felt like anything was possible.

Now that your friendly neighborhood Troubleshooter has agreed to go out with you.

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"HELL YEAH!"

The second he got back, Alma went straight to the couch in order to have a one man jumping party on it.

He was ecstatic! You liked him! You really liked him enough to make sweets with his face on it! He was never going to forget this moment. He didn't know what came over him when decided to go for it and outright kiss you, but he sure as hell enjoyed it! All his troubles seem to go up in the flames of first love now that he was going on his first date with you.

What about the part where he'll have to tell you his Maga secret? Well, that's a problem for future him. Right now he needs to bask in this high for as long as possible.

"Pinch me! I must be dreaming-- OW!" he stopped jumping to rub his side in which Tao earned a glare from him.

"My bad, thought you were serious."

She sat at her desk and started working on her bowl of tomato basil soup.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?" The redhead tapped his foot impatiently.

The silver haired woman lets out a sigh, "I take it went well?"

"More than well! We kissed! They made me cookies and we're going to the movies tomorrow!" The happy boy resumed his jumping and cheering.

"Congrats, you picking them up?"

"Yeah!"

"So you know where they live?"

That's when Alma remembered he didn't. Plus, he didn't have your phone number nor that you had a shift tomorrow either. Did you even agree on a movie? Verbally?

"Aw, crap..."

As she watched her brother sink into the couch cushions, Tao groaned and opened her phone to call the diner for your number.

Ah, young love.

Really does make fools of us, doesn't it?

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mobbu-min · 1 year

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Okay okay hear me out gyutaro from demon slayer twst!yuu like they sound and look horrible and the have a bloody nose all the time and their voice cracks a lot and is creepy too

!tw! blood, reader kinda creepy but we love them regardless, it's kinda implied that every character has a thing for reader, bc i couldn't help myself, also also, in my head reader is like tall and kinda buff like gyutaro cuz thats hot, also kinda a himbo/bimbo, really bad grammar mistakes :/

why do i picture ever character instantly asking if then need severe medical help??? but any ways, the twst cast are all on the same boat of confused, severely concerned and disgusted and mildly in awe. I can picture Grim being 'huh??? is this how humans supposed to be?...Eh, oh well, this is how my human is ig.' and goes on about his day.

Ace and Epel are the quickest of the first years to get used to your voice cracks and bloody noses. To Epel you sound like his peepaw, but also not??? (the first time he heard you, he literally whipped his head back so fast it gave him a concussion) Epel honestly finds you super cool. Kinda envious at how strong you are despite your very raggard stature and looks. Def uses you as a distraction everytime Vil tries to get him to do his skin and hair routine. And Ace is a fuckin menance. Orginally grossed out, Ace comes around fast. Like Epel, he thinks your so cool and creepily hot. Like your tall and sorta buff, kinda gothy and kinda looks like a hobo, apparently Ace's type to a T. But back to the meance part, Ace does not stop making fun of your voice cracks (lovingly ofc) Be perpared, bc Ace is your permant echo.

Deuce and Jack remain severely concerned for your health. Like how could you loose so much blood in an hour and still act like nothing's wrong. Shouldn't you be dead???? Deuce constantly carrying tissues and towels to wipe the blood off your nose and lips. And oh boy does he blush like craze everytime you lean down for him to clean you up. Face as red as the blood on his tissue. Jack remains pretty neutral about his concerns, but always carries protein bars in his pocker or bag for you. Gets hella hyped when ever you agree to jog with him, even if your slow, Jack likes having you there because lowkey you kinda an inspiration to him??? He doesn't question it but neither do you.

Sebek will forever remain disgusted by you. And no the blush on his face isn't because you smiled at him with your creepy toothy smile. and it's most definitely not because you leaned against him and laughed softly into his ear! No, nope, no! (he's still grossed out, but he's also concerned. Sebek is a mess)

Cater, although concerned/weirded out, loves the idea of having a creepy bff. It'll look great on his account! Actually the first one to get used to you, surprisingly. Your cool, really really cool, in his eyes. A little dysfunctional and a little on the morbid side, but Cater finds himself vibing with your energy incredibly fast. Besides Cater, Lilia and Kalim quickly jumps on the 'MC is so cool and creepy and so very attractive' boat. Actually they're the co-vice captains and Cater is the main captain.

There's no way in hell, Lilia is creeped out by you! Lilia absolutely adores you! Constantly hovering over you with a silly little grin on his face. His mission is always to get you to laugh. Lilia literally swoons at the sound of your crackly laugh that fades into a giggle at the end. And your smile? Down right loves it!

Kalim has the same mission as Lilia! Constantly following behind you and giving you sweets/drinks that he knows you like, just to get to see you smile. Loves to hold your hand! And Kalim is down bad for your voice! Though he does often ask if your doing well, because you kinda look like you went through a garbage disposal.

I legit forgot about him, but Rook! Rook is down right amazed by you! You're just so new, so different, so creep! The vibe you give off is just so alluring that Rook can't help be memerized by you! You will get really creepy messages in your bag that complients and praises you like no other. Can I also just mention that you awaken something in Rook, something that you can or refuse to entertain. Imma just say it but Rook realizes that he wouldn't mind being hunted by you (does that turn him on? probably)

On the other side of the spectrum, Azul wants to find away to profit off of you. After he got over his fear (no one dares to bring it up besides the leech brothers), he's instantly asking you if you want some extra cash. He knows there a plenty of wealthy clients that would like to see you in different outfits. He also knows that there are plenty of people that are down right scared of you. Either way Azul will find a use out of you and no its not because this is the only way Azul could think of that gets your attention. (it is)

And have fun running away from the Leech brothers. One of them are always trailing after you. Both knows the terror of the deep blue, so you don't scare them. If anything you remind them of home. They both know that in the grand scheme of things they are much scarier and deadlier then you are. (i mean come one, you've helped plenty of people and they cause chaos)

Piggy back rides are Floyds favorite thing. Not many people are able to carry him (and those that are refuses to), but here you are! The perfect height with the perfect arms. Expect to be bombarded with squeezes and bites. Just a fyi, Floyd will lick any blood on you. He does not care for blood born pathogens, ig.

Jade, jade, jade. How to do I put this....he's fuckin enmoured by you. He's constantly observing you. Mismatch eyes trailing after you, trained you like a hawk. He wonders how much different is your antomny from his. Jade has pages full of questions and notes for and on you. He's simply waiting for his chance to corner you and take all your attention.

Riddle and Trey are on the same boat of 'please, just let us help you'. Trey kinda like your guadian angel, constantly making you food and helping you with chores. At first Trey does it, because he thought you were incredibly ill, but learns that is simply the way you're built. But he likes to help you, so he doesn't complain. Riddle also thought you were really sick, so he spent a lot of time in the library trying to find out how to help you. Like Trey he learns that simply how you are. Riddle, for a better lack of words, is completely in love with you. Sure, the blood that constantly coming out of you, is kinda gross. And he does worry if you're a chainsmoker, but there's something about your toothy smile, the way your sharp canines glint in the light, and your deep chuckles, that awakens something in Riddle he much rather keep hidden.

Leona could really care less about your appearance. At first, he thought you were going to fight him for leader or whatever, so he was on edge. That was until, you fell right in front of him because you were too busy following a butterfly. Let's just say, Leona realized he was moronsexual.

You're nice, a little dense, and intimidate everyone that does know you, so Ruggie takes full advantage of you. He's constantly trailing you, with all the intentions to get as much use out of you, but slowly begans to do the total opposite. Ruggie ends up giving you treats and cool things he's found just to see your smile. His tail wags everytime he sees you.

Despite Jamil's intial intentions to keep Kalim away from you (he thought you were a major threat, and honestly you couldn't blame him), he finds himself visting you at Ramshackle more often than not. Even through your appearance is less then conventional, Jamil finds he doesn't mind it. Again the bloods a little weird, but he doesn't mind clean you up. In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Oh! And the moment you bring him into a hug to thank him for everything he's done for you, he practically melts. You're so warm, arm's so conforting and great sevens, you're soft, kinda raspy, voice! Mans fighting his inner demons.

But you know who else fell for you the moment you whispered into their ear? Fucking Vil and Idia. For goodness sakes, Idia was as red as a tomato the first time he saw you. You looked like a big bad villian in his fantasy animes/games. The kinda a villain that took the internet by storm and caused a typhoon of fanart(some pg, some not). And for you to smile at him and whisper into his ear, while your sharp nails gently pulled back his hair and touched his cheek, Idia literally had to hold back his scream.

And Vil, fucking, Vil was totally disgusted by you at first. You looked ill, sounded ill and coughed out blood! Icky! Kept a ten meter distance from you at all times. It wasn't until he listened to Rook and Epel talk(basically gushed) about you was when he changed his perspectived. Vil studied you closer, and while yes, you did challenge his perception of beauty, Vil slowly bacame intrigued by you. You were creepy, a little freaky, but your smile was contagious, and great sevens, was your laugh always so attractive? Then there was your personality, it was the polar opposite of what your appearance suggested. And then ther was the crucial moment that engraved itself into Vil's heart, the moment you whispered into Vil's ear and told him you thought he was beautiful.

And Silver? Well, he never really cared for your appearance. He knew you had a good heart. His animal friends liked you well enough, and Lilia was always talking about you, so he had not reason not to like you. You were different, a breath of fresh air. Not to mention, he's woken up to you carrying him on your back or in your arms like a princess when ever he fell asleep. And to be greeted with your charming smile made Silver's day. His cheeks stayed a permanent rosy pink for the rest of the day.

I purposely left Malleus for last, because we all know his opinion on you. He's in love with you. There's not other way to put it. He finds himself opening up to you so quickly, because besides canon stuff, you understood what it's like to be lonely because of your appearance. You knew the fear that struck people's eyes when they saw you, you knew the whispers and threats all too well. And while those moments made you self conscious and filled with insecurities, you knew you were beautiful despite that. And Malleus was so awe-struck with your confidence. He was blown away by the way you treated everyone with kindness and shared your smile to anyone that would glance at you. Malleus thought you were down right stunning, and makes sure to tell you everyday. And of course, you being you, made sure to tell him that back. Mal is just so in love with you.

So basically a power couple.

Anyways, the boys are simps and you're way too cool for them.

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echoe-back-from-the-void · 11 months

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Cherik X Reader

Mutation: Healer

After another long and intensely horrible day, all I wanted was to see my boys. When I entered our shared room I let a smile slip as I felt the gentle prodding of Charles in my mind. He wasn't reading my mind. He promised never to do that even if I didn't care.

He was reading me like a homing beacon, to know I'm there. It sweet really. Just a brush against my mind and I feel calmer.

And there he was laying on the bed with a book in hand and his reading glasses. I let out a sigh as my chest felt lighter already.

"Bad day?" Charles asked with a smile nothing short of laughing. He put his book aside and that was all the open invitation I needed but I restrained myself.

"Shower first. I'm filthy fucking dirty, and I'm tired, and sore. I can't wait for this day to be over." I moaned while dragging myself to the closet and dresser. Stealing one of Erik's shirts because they were bigger and a pair of Charles boxers because they're nicer.

"Want me to join you darling?" Charles asked hinting on worry.

My heart flustered involuntarily. He was always there to give my 101% of his attention when things went wrong. Always being caring and wanting to make me feel loved. "No thank you. Any other time I'd say god yes but I just need a moment." I breathed deeply trying to keep myself intact.

"I'm here for whatever you need darling." He said with complete honestly that I didn't doubt.

"Gods I could kiss you but your just...so far." I said tiredly as I leaned heavily against the threshold to the bathroom.

I stepped into the bathroom and slowly got undressed as all my muscles protested their stretching, making me let out small whines when I lifted my shirt above my head.

"Are you okay, darling? Do you need help?" He said worriedly from the other room.

"I'm okay, Charles, really. I shouldn't have spent so long sparing Logan." I grumbled as I touched a bruise on my arm. I took my time in the hot water and felt it relax me. Taking extra care to wash my hair and body I stepped out feeling refreshed before waves of tiredness continued to grow. I yawned and turn to put on my clothes.

The bathroom door that I swore I shut was open slightly and gave me sight into the bed room. Charles was sitting in the arm chair nearest to the bathroom reading his book. He did this sometimes. Whenever I was feeling down or tired, if he didn't join me in the shower then he would sit in the same armchair and wait for me. Listening in case I fell or had a dumb question.

I clenched the towel over my chest as my love for him grew.

I got dressed and slipped out the bathroom and towards his chair. I put my hands on both sides of the arm rest as I leaned over him and kissed his cheek. Then his eyes, his nose, forehead, and lastly lips. I held the soft kiss for a minute before pulling away with a sleepy smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling, but what spurred this on?" He said smoothing his hands over my waist.

"You're so charming you know that? Sometimes I hardly know how I got so lucky with you. Cmon, bed time."

"But you've not even had dinner yet. And it's 8'0 clock." Charles argued before following me to the bed. He pulled the covers down before getting in and letting me in. I laid down with my hips between his legs and curled my arms around his back with my hands splaying against his backbone.

"Erik will bring us dinner anyway." Subconsciously I began to heal him as I relaxed.

"Darling you don't have to keep doing this, you've already healed me and I have a clean bill of health." Charles said softly.

I bent my elbows on the bed to look up at him. My eyes unintentionally beginning to water. "I need to do it. Every day if I must. It doesn't hurt me so just let me do it." I said thinking back to the accident years ago. His blood mixing with sand as I slammed as much healing as I could until I passed out. The weeks that followed were when I got to know him better and we began dating. Of course at the time he left out his boyfriend Erik. But we got along well enough to also begin dating. That's what led to our relationship. A triple threat as the students called us.

I leaned down again to continue healing him. Sometimes I could go days without subconsciously doing it. Sometimes I couldn't help the worry when he walked up stairs or across the room. He is right though, he has had a clean bill of health and walks for well over four years. But I still worry.

"Can you read your book? Aloud?" I asked as I laid my head over his heart and relaxed more. Being lulled to sleep.

"You'll be asleep before I even get the first paragraph read." Charles laughed.

"So, I like your voice. You sound nice when you read." I admitted while blinking lazily at him. He smiled and opened his book to read. He was right though, my senses dulled as I slipped into a dreamless sleep. I could still hear him reading from the edge of consciousness.

Twenty minutes later I recognized the sound of the door being opened and metal being moved, Erik. I smiled and snuggled more into Charles as if to say 'I told you so'. He chuckled and put down his book to run his hand through my hair.

"What happened to her?" Erik asked quietly trying not to wake me fully.

"Long day, the med bay has been very busy and then she spent longer than usual sparring Logan. Says she's tired." Charles whispered back, then there was the sound of the two kissing their hellos. I'd lean up to kiss Erik too but everything feels so heavy.

"I would be too, that man can pack a punch." Erik responded and put his hand on the small of my back. The warmth made me give a dopey smile and tilt my head in his direction.

"Gottem back some." I slurred still unable to open my eyes. "Ended pretty evensies."

"That's my Prinzessin." I felt the bed shift as he leaned down to kiss me, I responded in kind. When he pulled away I dropped back onto Charles chest and peppered his chest with sleepy kisses. Then his neck and jaw. I leaned up more and kissed his lips. The slow soft kiss went on past breathless and when I pulled away I licked my lips and smiled.

"Cherry lip balm, really." I said opening my eyes to see Charles panting with a heated blush. I licked his lips, "definitely cherry." I said before going back to kissing him.

"Ahem."

Charles pulled away this time. "Seems your making Erik jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Erik said sternly while seating himself properly on the bed and moving the dishes to the foot stool with a wave of his hand. "I brought food, and you two are making out."

I snorted and rolled out of Charles legs to straddle Erik. "I can fix that." I said with mischief as I left soft barely there kisses on his strong neck. My hands massaged his shoulders as I did so. "Does my strong handsome man want kissy." I said softly in taunt. Bitting his bottom lip between my own I pulled and sucked on it.

"Testing my patience."

From the side Charles snorted. "You never had patience." He was now laying on his side propped up by his arm.

"Eyes on me, Erik." I said putting my knuckle under his chin as I tilted his head back into another kiss. My nails lightly ran along the base of his neck while he leaned more into me. I pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to begin biting and nipping his neck and shoulder. I nibbled lightly at a particularly sensitive spot just below his pulse and his hands gripped my waist tightly pulling a pained whine from me.

"Prinzessin? Are you okay?" Erik asked in concern while pulling away.

"Hurts." I mumbled while resting my head on his shoulder.

Erik's cold hands began to draw my shirt up and over my head, not caring that I was braless. Dark bruises littered the my ribs and side. One bad bruise, the size of a Baseball, painted my shoulder an ugly blue and green.

Erik and Charles watched with worried eyes. Charles moved forward again to lightly brush a bruise and I whined in discomfort.

"It will heal."

"It shouldn't have to, you shouldn't be training with that—" before Erik could continue I bit his nose for attention.

"Not another word. Every day I train and I spar not just by choice but also out of survival." I paused. "I am a healer, my job is to bring people back from the brink of death and save lives. In any war who is the first target? The first move of action will be cutting off food, supplies. Then they will kill the healers. A community would not survive without food or medical attention. Everyday I'm in that med bay I take care of little bumps and bruises but the day a war comes I will be forced to reattach limbs and heal bullet holes. I will Not be weak and take my death lying down. These bruises will heal but my death would be irreversible."

Charles, ever the emotional one with his heart on his sleeve, had watery eyes before swooping down on me to kiss me until I felt dizzy. He pulled away with a dopey smile. "I love you so much."

“Mmm.” I pecked his lips again before melting into Erik’s lap. “Can we eat before I fell back asleep.” I said before yawning and snuggling more into Erik’s chest.

“Anything for my Prinzessin.” Erik said and with a flick of his wrist the metal tray moved to Charles lap. Charles pulled the cover off and underneath was steak and potatoes and cooked carrots.

I opened my mouth and gave Charles puppy eyes hoping he would understand. He chuckled before spooning some mash potatoes into my mouth with a hand under my chin. I gave a happy squeal making him smile before he fed me more. In between bites he fed himself as well.

Erik must’ve rolled his eyes at Charles behavior because he spoke up. “You have no room to talk, love, you’d do the same thing for our Angel.” He teased making Erik place his hands possessively on my bare back.

“I’d do anything for our Angel.” Erik corrected while placing a kiss to my hair. “She saved you and in a way saved me too. Who knows what war I would be leading against the humans if it wasn’t for our Angel.”

Erik and Charles leaned together and kissed. “She wasn’t kidding about that cherry chapstick.” Erik teased running his thumb against Charles lips. Charles gave a breathy moan at their loss of contact and I shot up.

“If you two are getting frisky I’m going to sleep in ravens room tonight. I am way to fucking tired to put up with both of you tonight.” I said rolling out of the bed and slipping Charles shirt on.

I heard the bed creak and when I turned over my shoulder both of them had moved closer. Erik was fingering Charles curls before turning to me with a devious smile. “Wouldn’t you like to stay and watch?” He teased.

“We both know where watching leads. And I am banged up enough without you two making me even more sore. So goodnight and keep the noise level down.” I said turning back around and leaving the room. I ignored the sounds that made their way out of the room and hurried to Ravens room.

#cherik #Cherik x Reader #charles x erik #x men #x men first class #x men imagine

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doctoriletyougotogalaxy · 11 months

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Deal

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

My OC blurb & my other Nikolai Lantsov fics on this OC & my other OCs

Cofton, Novyi Zem

I was sitting on my bed after a long but not very tiring day. By the afternoon sun shining through the window, I was trying to read a children's book in Zemeni that I had borrowed from the city library. It was a book that children would read just after they learned how to read. Actually I was hoping it would help me improve my Zemeni, but to be honest I was struggling a bit. If I would read Kuller grooming his horses a little bit more, I was pretty sure I would vomit.

When my door was knocked, I gratefully said, "Come in."

It was Nikolai, he closed the door behind him and sat on my bed, leaned against the wall and started staring at the ceiling. He didn't say anything, so I did.

"Seems like you've become interested in construction, are you examining the beams or something?" I asked.

"Eleanor asked me out," he blurted out.

"What?"

Eleanor was the niece of our gunmaster. I was guessing she was around the same age as us. Her house was 15-minute walk away, and every afternoon she was bringing her uncle -and us- cookies, muffins, cold lemonades or at least fruits. They were really delicious and the only things that making the lunch break bearable. It wasn't hard to guess why she was striving for us every day. The reason was sitting right in front of me.

"Yes."

"I thought she already has a boyfriend," I said, frowning.

"Oh, really?"

"I saw her kissing a boy in a secluded corner at the marketplace last week."

"Oh, come on," he said, laughing.

"Looks like there is another fish at her hook," I said, pointing at him with my eyes.

He shook his head.

"Actually, the fish got away from the hook, what could he do, the fisherman was making too much noise."

"Hmm, what a pity, you two would make a lovely couple, she's quite nice."

She wasn't at all. She was very talkative and spoiled. She used to come to the workshop and pretend to be interested in guns by hanging around Nikolai. Even if she didn't constantly tell me to be more cheerful, more talkative, and go out more, and didn't treat me like I was five years old, I wouldn't like her.

"Is that so?" said Nikolai teasingly. "I shouldn't have rejected her offer then."

"She doesn't seem like someone who would give up easily, don't worry, she'll throw her rod again soon."

"Well," he straightened up. "I told her we are together. You better not eat the things she brings to lunch break anymore, unless you want to get poisoned, of course."

My mouth was wide open. "No... No, you little rotten herring, you didn't..."

"I thought you'd like it," he said, raising his eyebrows.

I couldn't help but laugh with enjoyment. "So what? Am I supposed to ask her for those chocolate cookies myself? Should I act all friendly towards her so she doesn't poison me? Well, in that case, you'll save half of what she brings you and give them to me at the evening," I said, trying to distract myself from the thoughts of dating Nikolai.

"Okay, deal," he said, extending his hand to shake.

I shook his hand.

"By the way, we need to be convincing. So, if you want to kiss me or do other things when she is around or not, don't hesitate." he said.

"Djel..." I sighed and rolled my eyes. But actually I was smiling and blushing, so I buried my face in the book to hide my face. Kuller ran the comb along Bonnie's neck. Bonnie neighed happily. "I have to read this, if you excuse."

"It seems like you're blushing," there was a pleasant tone in his voice.

"No."

"You're definitely blushing."

"Go see a healer."

"Okay then," he said, getting up. "If my treatment takes a long time and I have to stay in the clinic for a while, I want you to bring me some clean laundries. I would like a letter, too."

"I'm sure there will be many pretty patients and healers who would like to be your company."

"You are right, I know no one who can resist this handsomeness." He took out two apples from his pockets. The bright red apples made my mouth water. He threw one at me.

"'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.' they say." He slightly wiped his own apple with his jacket and bit it off.

"Have you wash them?"

I rolled my eyes as he shook his head. "I am pretty sure that word was said for clean apples."

"My dear, I think you shouldn't be this much scrupulous."

"And I think you should be more scrupulous, how ironic."

He shruged, "Sorry, this is all I have. Take it or leave it."

"I am taking it but as a Fabricator I am pretty sure I can work on it. Wash this." I threw my apple back to him.

He sighed. "Yes ma'am."

Soooooo this is my very first fanfiction in English, it may be insipid and because of English being not my first language, there may be some grammar mistakes too. I would be so happy if you tell me what do you think!

#Shadow and bone #grishaverse #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov #Nikolai Lantsov fanfiction #Nikolai Lantsov x y/n #Nikolai Lantsov imagine #grisha #ravka #Sturmhond

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slasher-male-wife · 10 months

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To, I was wondering if you could write a FTM reader x Rick grimes where the reader is really exhausted and depressed and doesn't have motivation for anything and Rick helps him?

I'd love to write this for you. I haven't been watching TWD as much recently so forgive me if this is out of character. I'm also still on season three. But I love writing gay things for y'all. This is also set in the after the prison and in a random location because I don't know where they went after that lol even though I'm decently into season four. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

I do care: Rick Grimes x ftm reader

Warnings: Vague descriptions of readers body, mention of top surgery scars, depressed reader, Rick tries his best, Rick helps reader shower in a non-sexual way

It's been becoming clearer and clearer that you're not doing well mentally. A month ago you were barely able to help out around camp, but now all you can manage to do is stay in bed, and maybe go to the bathroom if you can gather enough energy. Now that you're staying at a farm house it's very clear you're not doing well.

Rick noticed how you've been declining mentally over the past month. When he was a cop he had to do wellness checks and he can see those symptoms in you too. So when he got up extra early one day and found you still awake he knew he had to do something to help you. He pushes your 'bedroom' door open further and walks in.

"Hey uh Y/N. I need to talk to you," He says. You look over at him from where you're laying but you can't bring yourself to sit up, "I've noticed you've been acting like this for awhile and I wanted to know what's going on," Rick takes a seat by your bed and looks up at you, "Is it that uh, feeling you get sometimes where you don't feel man enough?" You'd laugh at his words if you weren't so exhausted.

"I feel man enough Rick. I just can't get myself out of bed right now. If you want to feed me to the walker outside go ahead." You mumble. Rick stiffens and quickly gets closer to you.

"I'd never do that. I'd also never let you die on my watch. Has someone suggested that's gonna happen to you?" He asks, his tone coming off more aggressive than it is comforting. You shake your head.

"No one said that to me. But I know y'all are thinking about it. I mean why not. I'm a burden right now anyway. Why not do it?" Rick runs a hand over his mouth and sighs.

"I'm not going to let you die. I'm also not going to let you waste away in bed anymore. When was the last time you showered?" He asks, his tone still more aggressive than it is comforting. You shrug.

"I don't know, probably a few weeks ago," You say. Rick stands up and holds out his hand for you, "You're trying to get me to shower?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I'm going to make you shower, even if I have to stand behind you and keep you upright. Now make this easy on me." You sigh and slowly sit up. Rick watches carefully and makes sure once you're up, you'll stay up. Once you're sitting up, Rick pulls you up to your feet and lets you lean against him as he walks you to the bathroom.

"Rick we need to save the water we have. I know there's that well pump outside but showering shouldn't take priority." You say and he sits you down on the sink counter.

"I want you to shower because you're starting to smell like a damn walker. Doesn't help you have all that dried blood on you." He says. You sigh in defeat.

"Fine. If you insist on getting me clean I'll shower." You say. Rick smiles and grabs some soap and turns on the shower head. You take off your shirt and start to undo your pants. You notice Rick staring at your top surgery scars.

"I told you about them before Rick. They're just surgery scars," You say, slipping off your shoes and pants. You feel the water and quickly tell you can't wash your body fully. You look back to Rick and he seems to understand what's going on, "Can you help me?"

"Of course I can. Just tell me where I should wash." He says, taking his shirt off and tossing it aside to keep it dry. You slip off your boxers and manage to keep yourself standing.

"Upper body is fine. I can do my lower half if you help me stand," You hold your arms up and stand under the water, letting it wash over your hair and body. Rick starts to wash the soap over your arms, avoiding looking down at you, "You don't have to try to hard to ignore my body. I've already done enough of that for a lifetime." You chuckle. Rick smiles slightly and moves over to your other arm.

He washes over the rest of your upper body, being more careful around your scars, making you chuckle again. He eventually hands you the soap and hold one of your hands.

"I'll uh, help you stay standing." He says, looking away from you as you start to wash off your lower half. Rick keeps his eyes off of you the entire time until you turn off the water. He hands you a towel and you wrap it around your hips.

"Thank you Rick. Now I can go sit in my bed again but this time I'll be clean." You joke.

"No. I actually wanted to take you to go eat something since you haven't been eating much at all." He says. Still holding your hand he walks you back into a bedroom and starts digging through some clothes.

"I thought me not eating was a good thing. We need to ration some food." You say, taking some boxers Rick hands you.

"Carl and Deshawn went out and got more food. Enough for you to eat a small meal. Don't fight me on this or I will force feed you." He says in the tone of a joke, but there's an air of seriousness to it. He hands you some jeans and you put them on too.

"You're really set on me not dying huh?" You joke back as Rick hands you more clothes. You pull on a shirt and flannel. Rick adds a belt with an empty gun holster, socks, and your old shoes.

"I am. Now you'll get your knife back after you eat something," He says. Helping you up from the bed and walking you downstairs, to the kitchen. He sits you down at the table and gives you a water bottle with lots of dust on the outside and an opened can of fruit cocktail and three fried pieces of spam. You look down at the food and he hands you a fork, "You're not leaving this table until you eat at least half of that."

"Alright Rick," You say, picking up the spam and taking a bite out of it. You eat in silence for a couple minutes until you feel it start to become awkward, "Why do you care so much about me?" You ask, opening your water bottle.

"Is there something wrong with caring about you?" He asks. You shake your head and take a sip.

"I just haven't been here as long as everyone else and you didn't have to take me in. You don't have to care about me."

"But I do, and I will."

"Thank you Rick." You say before you start eating again.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you

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stxllanutxlla · 1 year

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Emotional

Ft. Diluc

You hate yourself for being this emotional. Ever since you were a kid you've always cried about little things much more likely about tripping or maybe even when your food accidentally fell.

You've distanced yourself from things that you think will make you cry. What confused you tho is the color of your tears; purple with a hint of a pinkish-reddish color. But you shrugged it off, you saw many kids weeping and they all have varied colors. But what confused you, even more, is why your parents have clear ones but then you suddenly remembered,

"Listen, Honey. Once you found your soulmate, your tears will turn into something like ours. Transparent like water. Oh, I'm so glad you have a soulmate... I hope he or she takes care of you well."

Anyways, now that you're an adult, your emotions started to bottle up and you can surely keep them to yourself now. Or so you thought.

1st Pov

'I will never be able to find my soulmate.' I assumed, sulking about the notion of being alone forever. I started to feel tears at the edge of my eyes. I stopped walking, clenching my fists. 'No! No crying here!'

I somehow managed to do so. I sighed in relief and continued walking my way to Mondstadt; my next destination.

Minutes pass by and I finally arrived at what looked like a bridge- 'That's dumb, of course, it's a bridge.' I thought to myself.

I saw a kid who was seemingly waiting for someone- or maybe he just watching the birds.

I shrugged and continued walking along the bridge causing some of the birdies to fly away. I looked at the boy- if looks could kill I would be dead right now.

I started shaking. 'WHY WOULD I BE SCARED OF A KID!?' I blinked several times, building up the courage to approach the kid. Before he could speak, I showed him the box of bird seeds my mother gave me- for an emergency when I need food. "Here!" I blurted forthwith.

He gave me a doubtful look but eventually accepted the small box. "Just- get some seeds in there a-and throw it on the floor. The birds will come back!" I said, resisting looking at the kid.

"They do come back usually even without this... But what happens if one day they leave and never come back again?" he said, looking at the box of bird food. "Just like Daddy..."

It was getting quite awkward, I don't know how to comfort someone since I'd been alone ever since my parents gave me independence. I stalked my way out while he was distracted by the box.

Finally reaching the gate, the guards both greeted me saying: "Welcome to Mondstadt!", "Mondstadt welcomes you!"

I smiled at them, actually feeling welcomed. I continued my way and asked a girl who goes by the name 'Flora' and asked which way was Angel's share- from what I've heard, they sell fine drinks.

"I supposed you're new here," she said with a warm smile. "Just go straight to your right and you'll see it! Here, have some dandelions, it's on the house!"

I accepted it and said thank you with a nice and friendly smile. Following her directions, I went on my way not before hearing someone say, "Gosh! All I could think about is Diluc!" a little too loud.

'She sounds obsessed, and she shouldn't be saying that out loud! The Diluc guy might hear her and think that she's some crazy person-' my thoughts got caught off when I arrived at the said tavern.

Opening the door halfway, I saw a flash of Red. Curiously, I opened the door fully and saw a fine young man at the bartender station; cleaning the mug he was holding and putting it back in place.

Finally aware of my presence, he stoically greeted me and told me to sit anywhere I like. I did what was told and sat in front of him.

"What would you like?" he asked, staring right into my eyes. I glanced around feeling my self-confidence go down a bit. My eyes started watering but I quickly blinked them away. He seems to notice the tears and gave off a confused and puzzled look right at me. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Finally looking at him but not directly in his eyes- I answered, "Yes... Do you have something to recommend?" It was a quiet answer but that's all I could muster up.

"If you're fond of wine then, I recommend you our Dandelion wine. If not then, Grape juice is the best we could offer, tho I could also add Apple juice to the list," he said.

The thought of grape juice made my eyes shine, and he noticed it- giving a soft but small smile.

"It seems like we're going to be close."

3rd Pov

It's been a month now. Y/N learned his name was 'Diluc'- the guy that the obsessed girl mentioned- it was him. Y/N managed to be friends with him and which shocked some of the people from Mondstadt.

For a Pyro vision holder, he has such a cold demeanor. Y/N Has also met his brother who goes by the name 'Kaeya'. Y/N didn't know why they hated each other not about their history, but Y/N can wait until Diluc is comfortable telling their history to them.

2nd Pov

You've stayed in Angel's share longer than usual, the people who usually go here already went out. Here you are holding a bottle of Grape Juice- your arms crossed at the table and your head resting on them.

Diluc sighed, "I'm done here." he said putting the clothing back in its place. He heard sobs and turned to look at you. He has learned that you are emotional over little things, and he accepted that.

"Why are you crying? You're not even drunk" he said in a harsh tone which he didn't intend to do so. That causes you to cry more.

You tried containing your sobs but it seems you just can't.

Diluc doesn't know what to do but he chooses to approach you. "Hey, Hey. What's wrong?" He pats your back.

"I-'m not- gonna... M-meet my soulmate now... D-Do I?" you said in between your sobs.

Diluc stared at you for a moment and eventually decided to seat with you. "How come?" he asked raising a brow.

After seconds of trying to calm yourself tears still pouring like waterfalls, you answered, "There's this book that I read and- i-its just weird that- the archons choose our tears to be the bridge way towards our s-soulmate..." you chuckled dryly. You finally looked up at him with puffy red eyes, tears still pouring. "I-I mean- there are many people who like the same flavor."

Diluc unconsciously moved his right hand toward your face- wiping your purple reddish tears. He brings his hand back and looks at it. He began to lick it.

Your eyes widen and your mouth is agape, not expecting him to lick it. He put his hand down and looked at you. The look that you can't quite describe. He slowly leaned in on your face and began licking and sucking your tears. You closed your eyes to the feeling, your tears started slowing down.

As Diluc was finished, he leaned back but not fully. You opened your eyes and looked at him directly.

"Grape juice, huh?"

Then suddenly, the tears slowly flowing down your cheek turned clear. "I guess you got to meet your soulmate." he mused, holding your left cheek and leaning in again but this time for a tender kiss. You kissed back, admiring how his warm and soft lips fit perfectly to yours and enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Kissing turned out longer than you expected and it soon became heated. Grabbing his shoulder, and pulling him deeper into your make-out session as he gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up on his lap. Tonight, you're willing to change your whole if it's for his sake or if he orders you to do so.

ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹ - VentiOfficial / stxllanutxlla

#stxllanutxlla #diluc x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin diluc #diluc imagines #diluc genshin x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr

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lover-girl-estxx · 4 months

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Don't Worry About It

*not my gif

Same TW

Part 2

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| Same Night |

Ethan was yelling again about the house not being clean or the food not being right something I don't really listen anymore "what?!" he said grabbing both my forearms to the wall "stop your hurting me," he held tighter "Stop!" Axel came from his room ans push his dad as hurt as he could "she said to stop" "who do you think you are huh?" he punched Axe making him fall "Stop! he's bleeding!" I got down and helped him up. Ethan stopped and went back to the living room, he never made Axel bleed never leaving marks on his face "come on" I whispered and pulled him into the bathroom having him sit on the toilet lid while I grabbed a cotton pad to clean his face. "sorry I kept you up" I said "you didn't don't say sorry" I gave a slight smile "you don't have to stand up for me, you shouldn't have to okay?" "I can't just listen".

I got in bed next to Abel wrapping my arms around him Axel on the bed above us "thank you Axe....I love you goodnight" "of course Love you too mom".

| Next Morning |

"people are gonna know I have makeup on" he said as I put it over the purple spot "no they won't" he sighed "i'll do it again before you go to gym" he nodded "mom?" I looked down at Abel "yeah?" "can we go?" I smiled "go wait by the door" Abel smiled and did so "how's he normal?" " your normal to Axel" he didn't say anything.

I dropped Axel off at school did some things around town, when we got back home I pulled my phone and look up the guy from the day before Sean Strickland. 'Current UFC Middleweight Champion of the world' I scroll down more 'Sean Strickland opens up about past trauma on Theo Von Podcast' I hit the clip then I watch his fight Abel in my lap.

"did you shower after school" Sean asked Axel looked at me "no I didn't" "you have a locker, with clothes and stuff go shower come out when your done " "okay thank you" Axel walked to the locker room "you can stay or pick him up in a bit" I nodded "thanks".

| Sean's POV |

The kid came out with a big bruise on his face not as his moms from the day before "what happened to you?" I asked "I fell at school" "did you?" "yeah man I did" I nodded. "go on the Treadmill" I told him getting on one myself next to him, he started when I asked "why are you here?" he looked at me "I've been watching for a whi-" his phone started to ring he didn't say anything but quickly picked it up "hey dad....um i'm just at the after school thing....I don't know I haven't talked to mom today...okay bye" "your dad not know your here" "can you stop asking me shit?" "okay come on" I turned it off and hopped off "what?" "go get you gloves and wraps".

"how much do you weigh?" I asked quickly wrapping his hands "like 125" "K MARK?" the other kid came over "your gonna spar him" mark nodded "I don't know how to fight, hes huge" Axel said "hes 150" "how old is he?" "that doesn't matter".

"what the hell happened?!" his mom said grabbing his chin "I got to spar! it was awesome!" "are you okay though?" "i'm great!" "okay" his mom said unsure "i'll see you tomorrow" I told him he nodded "thanks!".

| Week Later |

"whats up?" I asked Axel who couldn't even keep his eyes open hitting the bag "nothing" "you barely awake" "I was just up late last night is all" "come on" "what?" "take your gloves off take a nap in the office" "no it's fine" "kid...it's fine go take a nap i'll bring you a pillow and blanket" he nodded.

I brought him bedding "you know you can..um you can talk to me about stuff" he shrugged "okay" "you have my number even when your at home" he nodded.

"Hey!" Y/n said holding her younger sons hands with a smile on her face I could barely see under her glasses "Hey!" I gave a smile back "wheres axe?" "hes napping in the office" she nodded "he was pretty tired" I nodded "you can wake him up I got this one" she smiled "okay thanks". I went to step forward to talk to him and he stepped back from me I got down to his level "i'm Sean whats your name?" "..Abel.." "Abel?" he nodded "that's such a cool name" he smiled "really?" I nodded "very cool" he smiled wider "thanks Sean" Y/n said a smile Axel behind her I nodded "see you tomorrow!" Axel said I smiled

| Next week |

It was around 1 when my phone lit up

702-###-####:

It's Axel you want to go grab lunch?

S: Sure. You need a ride?

A: yeah if you don't mind

S: send me where

"what happened to your eye?" I asked It was swollen shut "its nothing drive please" I put my truck in drive. "you came to the gym because you know who I am right?" I asked sitting across from him "yeah" "so you've seen my interviews and all the shit I talk about" "yes I have" he grabbed his drink "so I know whats going on" he nodded "I know you do" he whispered "to your mom and your brother?" "my mom" "you have my number you need to call me next time" "to do what make it worse?! we have no where to go" "I can figure that out" he sighed and shook his head "i'm being honest with you Axel"

#ufc #sean strickland #sean strickland imagine #sean strickland x reader #ufc x reader

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boliv-jenta · 1 year

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Nico x f!reader x OMC

Part of the Kitten series.

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming. Idiots in love. Angst. Bad language.

WC:3.3k

Summary: For better or worse. Things between you and Nico come to a head.

For @prolix-yuy, thank you for caring as much about these idiots as I do.

Release

It had been three days since you had stood at Nico's door. Three days of you warring with yourself.

You had no damn right to be jealous. It was you that put a stop to everything. Nico had a high sex drive, Angelo wasn't about, you weren't available, it was completely reasonable that he'd find someone else to meet his needs. Someone who sounded delightful. The smile was clear in her voice as she asked him if it felt good. She'd giggle as he moaned again in response. That was all you heard before your sense of decency drove you away. Nico had offered to share his office with you so you could work on your paper, you hadn't taken him up on his offer before.

Now you sat curled in a ball on his leather desk chair sobbing and cursing your own stupidity. Nico had said from the beginning he didn't do tenderness. His wife's picture was still hung on his wall above you. Had you really been so desperate to be desired and loved, that you made up Nico's side of this unspoken love? Using the restroom to freshen up you headed out to the one person who feelings you were certain about.

"Angelo, you really know how to treat a girl. Hmm." You sighed happily.

"I know how to treat my girl. Can you take one more?"

"No, I'm completely full. I shouldn't."

"Oh, you can. Come here." He held another truffle up to your lips.

"Come on, you can always open wide for me usually."

"Angelo!" A wet slap sounded as you pushed at his bare chest. "This has been wonderful. Thank you." A quick kiss to his lips sealed your gratitude.

"No problem. From the sound of it you needed the break. And you know, the sex." He rolled his hips under you. His hard length had been nestled inside you for the last half hour. After making you cum with his fingers, he'd been content to just sit there while he fed you. The hums of delight and the occasional swipe of your tongue over his fingers kept him hard.

"That's not the only thing I came for."

"No?" He thrust up suddenly.

"No!....I need my nails painted. You do a better job."

"Oh is that all? I'll take my cock back out then."

"No. Don't." You giggled. An honest to goodness giggle. Something you needed.

"You want me to keep it in? Huh? Tell me." He challenged.

"Keep it in, please." A shyness came over you.

"Keep what in?"

"Your cock. Keep it in me." You spoke in hushed tones.

"What? I didn't catch that, Baby." He goaded you.

"Angelo, please, please, keep you big, thick, incredibly pretty cock buried in my cunt!" The bottle of wine you'd shared made your declaration even louder than you intended.

"I guess we have company." Owen's voice came from down the hall.

"Oh! Oh my god!" In embarrassment you hid your face in Angelo's neck. Who simply chuckled while tickling your sides lightly.

"It's okay, he knows it's you. It's fine." He laughed as he held you close. "We're just taking a relaxing bath."

"Good clean fun, huh?" Owen's tone told you he knew exactly what you were doing with his boyfriend. It was one thing to know Owen knew and was okay with. It was a whole other thing to be sat with his boyfriend leaking pre-cum inside you as they had a chat.

"I'm going to go take a shower myself. Then I'll order dinner. Italian?" Owen carried on the conversation like it was nothing.

"Italian?" Angelo asked you quietly. Once you nodded he answered Owen. "Sounds great. I love you."

"I'll order it now. I love you too." Came Owen's reply.

Angelo caught how you wistfully looked after Owen.

With a sigh he lifted you up off his lap.

"What? I thought this was okay?" Confusion flooded you as Angelo gripped your shoulders. His gentle brown eyes fixing on yours.

"Nico's an idiot. Actually no, you both are."

"What?"

"The two of you. You are so clearly in love with each other but neither of you will admit it. You can't survive without a buffer to hide your feelings." Your mouth opened but you had nothing. All you could do was sit there and let him call you out.

"Look, I get it. Nico's been through…well hell. And you, I get it. A lifetime of putting up with misogyny. All that negativity from your family. Then to have your world turned upside down. I know you're unsure of yourself but so is he. There is nothing that says you have to have your shit together before you fall in love. If that were a thing, no one would get to. Instead of trying to fix yourselves on your own, why not help fix each other?"

"Angelo…."

"No. I'm asking what is the worst that can happen?"

"I could lose him. I could lose you."

"You could lose us anyway. Nothing is guaranteed to us. So you play it safe. You keep your feelings buried and what? Lose him anyway by driving him away? I love you, Sweetheart. I really do. I want to say you're like a sister to me but given that you came on fingers half an hour ago that would be one fucked up family."

Giggles let out some of your nervous energy. Covering your mouth with your hand you felt the tears you didn't realise had slipped from you.

"But you mean so much to me. So does Nico. I love our little arrangement but the two of you are weird around Owen and if I have to choose between the two of you and him. I think I'd have to choose him."

"Wow." The seriousness of their relationship hit you.

"Yeah. So fix yourselves please." He wrapped your hand in his as he made a pleading gesture.

"I'll try. I love you too, mi ángel." You kissed his hands wrapped around yours.

"Good. I'm not surprised. I am delightful."

"More bread?" Owen offered.

"No, thank you and thank you for having me." The guilt had you being extra appreciative. The fear of him calling you on your relationship with Nico had kept you away from Owen. In reality he had only even been welcoming and warm. He asked about you and listened intently as you spoke. When he spoke about his, clearly impressive, life he did so with such grace and humility. He had volunteered around the world. Helping hundreds of people over the years. He'd been happily married for two decades before they'd separated amicably after growing apart. They had three beautiful children, all of them grown and successful. He showed you a video of his granddaughter saying that she loved him. The pride showed on his face. He really did seem wonderful. A perfect match for Angelo. A strong, level headed nurturer with a good heart. It was clear they worked well together. Angelo was confident but he tended to have little crises of confidence. When he refused a second piece of bread, Owen reassured him that he was beautiful. Placing the bread within reach of Angelo he didn't force the subject and allowed Angelo to take the bread when he wanted to. Owen gave him a soft smile when he did so. Once dinner was finished, Angelo set about cleaning up.

"Can I help?" You began to rise from your seat.

"No, you're our guest. I wash up. It's Owen's least favourite chore." Angelo gathered the last of the dishes.

"I don't mind dusting and vacuuming." Owen told you while topping off your glass.

"Which I hate, so it works." Angelo shuffled the plates in his hands to lean down and kiss Owen. "You two just relax. Get to know each other."

The way Angelo looked at Owen pointedly, you wondered what his idea of 'getting to know each other' was. It wouldn't surprise you if he meant sex and Owen was handsome but that would be a step too far for you at the moment. Or would it help? Owen had the same authoritative energy as Nico. Maybe detaching some of your new found confidence and tastes from Nico would help clear your head? Before you could get yourself twisted up any further Owen spoke. "Angelo wants me to reassure you. About my job."

"Oh?" Suddenly you regretted not taking that second piece of bread. Maybe the extra weight of it would cause you to sink through the floor.

"He seems to think it makes you uncomfortable. I get it. I diagnosed people with mental health issues. It makes people understandably uncomfortable but I'm not a mentalist. I can't guess what's in your head from a few cues. Any deep dark secrets you have are safe around me." He really did seem wonderful as he reassured you.

"Thank you." Your shoulders felt a little lighter. At least your relationship with Angelo was on better ground.

"Not to overstep but Angelo has mentioned that you've had some troubles lately. If you ever need someone to talk to I could recommend some wonderful people. Or if it wouldn't be too awkward, I would always listen."

"Thank you for the offer. It's very nice of you.

"Any time. If I could offer you some advice, not as a professional but as an old man, things don't have to be as complicated as we make them." Angelo seemed to have told him a lot.

You couldn't blame him. Owen was his partner, they seemed to be building a life together.

The apartment had been Owen's. The colours of the walls, floors and fittings were white and shades of grey. All very calm and neutral. Then in each room a pop of colour had been added. That painting in the hall was from Paris, Angelo had told you all about his trip. Angelo's favourite flowers, tulips, sat in the living room and their bedroom. Their tastes were contrasting but they could also be complementary. Angelo's colours shone against Owen's neutrality. They made it work.

"How are my favourite people getting on?" Angelo carried a tray of coffee in and set it on the table.

"Great." The night hadn't been what you expected but it seems to have been what you needed. Just because your marriage hadn't worked out and Nico had been through so much it didn't mean you couldn't make something together. Even shattered glass can make a beautiful mosaic.

"We're just fine, Honey." Owen patted the seat next to him. Kissing Owen on the forehead as he filled it, Angelo gave you a smile.

The last year played over in your head on the cab ride home. Meeting Nico, taking a risk on him. Discovering a whole new world of pleasure, of trust, of power. Getting into touch with your needs and being honest about them had opened you up emotionally. It forced you to look at what you really wanted in life and not just settle for what you were given. The people at your college noticed. You were taking more risks with your research papers, pushing your work in bold new directions. No longer content to just be there and get on. No, you went for what you wanted. All this time you had been worried about not being the person you were supposed to be yet. Somehow Nico always saw them. Nico with his honesty and bluntness. He cut through all the pieces of you that were rearranging and got to the heart of you. Everything else was just superficial.

When you pulled up there was another car outside. Walking to the front door you paused. What if it was more company for Nico? Maybe the delightful sounding woman? There was still enough wine in your system to make you lose it if you saw her. You'd wondered if she was prettier. Smarted. Better. No, it didn't matter if she was. You were enough and you'd be enough for someone, even if it wasn't Nico. Holding your head high you unlocked the door.

Nico murmuring happily caught your attention first. It took a second for it to register so you were through the door before you could turn back. Nico sat in the living room with a pretty young woman massaging his hand. He turned his attention to you for a moment introducing you to Aurora, like it was completely normal that she was sitting on the living floor touching his hand.

Nico gave a relaxed groan.

Aurora let out a giggle. The giggle. "Sorry, you are just one of my most responsive clients. I wish they were all as in touch with their bodies and as open to stimulation. How did you sleep after our last session?"

"Pretty well. Thank you."

"Good. Well, our time is up. I'll see myself out. You just take a moment to be present and relax."

"Thank you, Aurora."

"You are welcome. I'll see you at our next appointment. Lovely to meet you. Bye." Aurora waved at you as she left. She was prettier, smarter, better than you. You bet she would have thought that there was another explanation for the man you thought was in love with you jumping into bed with someone else.

"Sorry. Reflexology. It's a new thing I'm trying. How was your day at Angelo's?"

Nico walked past you, still standing in the living room, to wash his hands in the kitchen.

"Good. Him and Owen are doing good. It's nice to see. You should come over there next time." His shoulders slumped as he dried his hands. Preparing to defend Owen you were blindsided by his next sentence. "Maybe you can move it with them for a while?"

"Why?" Your voice barely made it out.

"It's just not working out. We were using each other for sex right? Now we're not. It's kind of uncomfortable. There's no reason for you to stay." He didn't look at you as he tossed the towel he was using and began tidying the kitchen.

"Yeah." There was no way you were letting him see you upset. You'd given too many men the satisfaction of that lately. "Yeah,you're right. I'll…er…pack my stuff in the morning. I don't have much here. I'm sure Angelo will let me stay a night or two. Then I'll work something out"

Your tone came out relatively normal.

"I'll drive you up there if you like?" He finally looked in your direction.

"Thanks." You willed yourself to walk to your room before any tears could escape.

Stopping abruptly, you whirled on him.

"Actually, no. Not thanks, fuck you! I know we lie to each other but we don't actually lie. We pretend that we don't feel like we do but we never actively tell a lie. You've always been honest with me. Even to the point of sounding like an asshole but you've never been cruel."

Leaning against the counter he took a beat to absorb your words. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He began to pace the small cornered off area of the kitchen.

"You know what, this is who I am! I'm an asshole sometimes. Sometimes I'm cruel. This is what I'm trying to protect you from. I don't know why you want you to get to know me beyond fucking me." His movements were frantic at this point.

"I'm not worth it. My wife died and I couldn't handle it. I've seen people go through worse and survive and I just stopped. I stopped living. I stopped caring. I just chased one meaningless high after another."

"So I'm a meaningless high?" You couldn't help the hurt that slipped into your tone.

Nico noticed and instantly stilled. "No. You were…you are…more.

"And do you want more?" You moved forward as he avoided your eyes. "Do you want more, Nico?"

"Yes but…" he looked at you, his eyes brimming with tears.

"But nothing." You cupped his cheek, wiping the tears as they fell.

"But what if I fuck up again. What if something happens and I just stop again? What if I hurt you?" His hand came up to cover yours. You weren't sure if he would move your hand away. For now they both stayed there.

"This whole time you've been teaching me to take my own pleasure. To not care what people think. To live on my own terms. Well, these are my terms. I know you won't hurt me on purpose. I am taking my pleasure how I want it. I'm staying. We are going to have sex like we used to. We're going to cook for each other and care for each other and be there for each other. No more pretending we don't feel the way we do. Got it?" Your breath rattled through you as you let it out.

"Yes, ma'am." He mock saluted you with his free hand.

"Good." You tried to sound calm and incontrol as your heart beat out of your chest. "So what's first, sex or letting me cook for you?"

"If you have to ask, maybe you do need to get to know me better." He smiled against your lips. "Hey, you're shaking. Come here."

"Well, it's been a bit of a week." You admitted into his neck.

"I know. I'm sorry I should have said something. I should have been honest. It's one of my better, or worse depending on your view, traits."

"It's not your fault. I was the one who started it. Then I heard Aurora in your room and thought…"

"With Aurora? She's lovely but much, much too young."

"I didn't know that at the time. I just thought you needed to…"

"Well, I did hire her to help in that area I suppose. I couldn't sleep without a release. I thought I'd try and work around my therapist's advice."

"Why? What did she advise?"

"Funnily enough, honesty. She told me to just get it all out there."

"Get what out there?"

"That I love you. That I want to be with you. That I know I'm still a bit of a fixer upper but I want to try with you." He stated it all like he was listing chores.

"Say the first part again?" You blinked at him.

It was his turn to shake. His voice quivered as he asked. "That I love you?"

"Yes." Tears welled in your eyes for the third time that day. Thankfully, this time for a much better reason.

Taking your face in his hands, he kisses you softly, mouth closed just two presses of his lips to yours before looking deep into your eyes and speaking with his usual level of confidence. "I love you."

The broken pieces of your heart slammed together so fast that they sent a shock wave of emotion through you. It was hard to get the words out. "I love you, too."

Both dinner and sex were forgotten as you clung to each other.

Nico finally got the release he'd been looking for all this time. He let go of his guilt. About being allowed to live while his wife died. About failing her. About squandering the life he had been given. He let it all go. As if it was the thing that had been holding him up, he slipped to the floor with you going willingly in his arms.

The sun cast a final glow on the pair of you as it dipped below the horizon. Nico held you tight to his side, he occasionally pressed a kiss to your head as the two of you just sat together. There was no tension. No unspoken words hanging in the air. No one else involved. Just the two of you at the end of the day. Just what the two of you had needed all along.

Author's Note: I'm giving these guys an ending for now. I will definitely be back to them, probably sooner rather than later. Thank you for reading.😘

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nancypullen · 1 month

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SPRING!

Spring has sprung and I've got an itchy trowel hand. I'm dying to get stated in the gardens. Raise your hand if you think I need at least one raised bed for herbs.

I chose those baseball players because it's also baseball season! Opening day is March 28th. Hit 'em where they ain't boys! Name that movie. Here's a hint.

If I sound chipper today, it's because I am. I HAVE A DAY OFF! Hallelujah! This job has become all-consuming and honestly, not fun. With spring in the air I'm longing for home and time spent playing in the dirt. The flower beds in the front of the house wave me off every morning and greet me every night - and I miss them!

Those gorgeous irises ae from Stoner Creek Elementary where I spent many years working. When a tornado wiped out the school some of my sweet teacher friends dug up and divided irises from the grounds. My dear pal, Dina, gifted me with several and they're thriving. The tulip bulbs were sent by my sister-in-law last December. I put them in the ground and, lo and behold, all 40 bloomed! Isn't it special when you can look at parts of your gardens and feel a rush of love for the people who made it possible? Double the pleasure. Our high today is just 47 and there's a chilly wind blowing, but the sun is bight and skies are blue. No complaints from me. I spent a little time cleaning up winter debris from the flower beds and making plans for what I'll grow this year. Every fall I swear I'm not planting sunflowers again, and every spring I come across seeds that I saved and I'm pulled right back in. Of course I'll plant them. They did really well on the east side of the house last summer, so that's where they'll go again. I surrounded them with zinnias for extra color (is there anything easier to grow than zinnias?) and the grandgirl liked making bouquets with them. I'll do that again. My Zepherine rose bush arrived last week and went into the ground, crossing my fingers that she'll really show off. Of course, this is her first year so I shouldn't expect too much. I shouldn't, but I will. I need to do a lot of things with my time off, but I have a feeling most of it will involve dirt. I'm okay with that. I just want to wear old t-shirts, make things grow, and feed the birds and squirrels. I've become an old swamp witch. There are worse ways to spend my time, right? I've got a roast in the crockpot, I'll roast some broccoli and mash some taters for dinner. We eat a lot of salmon and salads, generally avoiding red meat, but I thought the mister deserved a big hunk of cow meat tonight. He has been absolutely wonderful about keeping things tidy and making dinners. I know, I know women do invisible work for decades and no one ever applauds or thanks them. We're criticized when we don't do it all, but never thanked. Still, I appreciate that he's not leaving everything for me to do, so I will shower him with beef. I know it's been forever since I posted, and I really hate it. HATE it. I ask myself at the end of every nine hour day at the library why I'm doing this. I just wanted to volunteer somewhere and meet some nice people.

I know that most folks don't see what happens behind the scenes in a library, it seems like quiet people just sit at desks and check books in and out. There's constant work to be done, lots of big plastic tubs of books coming and going that have to be processed, inter-library loans,etc. I also spend time at the information desk which is always wild. Some of the questions that people call with would blow your mind. I enjoy working in the children's room, that's always fun. I really love when I can put the right book into a kid's hands and they come back and ask for more like it. Shelving never ends...ever. I'm already working on April's displays , two in the main library and one in the children's room. I just really wish that the days weren't so long. This week is a short week for me and I am delighted. Next week will be long. If they'd just have me come in from 9 to 1 daily, I could knock out all of my work plus others' tasks and still have a life. I work every hour that I'm there, others do not. If I have down time I will float around and pick up the slack in other areas. If everything is caught up, I'll clean. I never thought I'd be that senior citizen that complained about "young people today", but my gosh there's a whole lot of dead weight on staff. Seems like everyone has a special reason why they can't complete a task or show up for work. Ugh. They're all making more than me and getting health insurance, why am I the only one worried about the work getting done? I'm the part-time granny! Okay, I'm not going to end this happy blog post with whining about work. It has been good for me to get out and meet people, I'll stick with the positives. I skipped lunch today because I was working in the yard and now I'm feeling snacky. Since we're having a big dinner I guess I'll just have some cucumbers or a cup of yogurt. That'll keep me from wasting away to normal. Might even sit down and watch some murder tv. I've really been missing my shows! I have to catch up on all of the heinous things people do to one another. I wouldn't be surprised if someone calls the library asking how to dispose of a body, I'll just consider this research. I'm off for a couple of days so I'll blog again tomorrow. Hooray!! I miss the old days of steady blogging. Until then... Stay safe, stay well, HAPPY SPRING! XOXO, Nancy

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adaginy · 2 years

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[Prompt + part 1]

Part 2

I need new lungs. The damage is compounding. She has to use an airjet to clean them, now, which removes more debris but grinds in more tiny scratches. They aren't supposed to need cleaning every span, but they do. I have an ache that might be a bad fan bearing. Is probably a bad fan bearing.

I don't know what she'll say about it. I shouldn't think about these things while she's working, while my coolant system is disabled. But I suppose the ability to worry about future possibilities is one of the markers for sapience.

I approached her after that field mission, when I saw her in the cafeteria, alone, reading from a handheld. AIs aren't too strange a sight in the cafeteria; we still go for social reasons. Like this. I asked her if I could sit across from her and she was hesitant in her nod.

"So... you got an exemption," I said. "I won't be training you anymore, then.

She looked at me over the handheld. "I do not have to explain my exemption to you. But it was not about you; you should not be in trouble and if you are in trouble then it isn't about anything I said."

I had the feeling that speech was familiar ground. "I'm not asking for an explanation. It's only... I.. I enjoyed the time in camp with you. The talking and the cleaning. And I thought, maybe, we could... do it again sometime?"

She paused. "Is... ..sss..." She put her handheld down, closing her eyes, pursing her lips, gripping the table. She tapped her fingers a few times before bringing her hands up. "First off, is this a joke?" she signed.

"No, of course not!"

"Is cleaning intimate for AIs?" Her face was stony, but it was as if suspicion radiated from her hands.

"It's --" I switched to using my own hands, though my handspeak is imperfect, in case this was something she saw as embarrassing. "intimate vulnerable, yes, small amount some times. intimate sexy, no. ... tech clean me, he silent, he--"

"I can't talk, you can if you want," she interrupted.

"I got cleaned by a tech and he didn't talk except to yell at me for watching him, and I realized I hate it in comparison to when you did it."

She said she could understand that. I offered that I could buy or even make her food, as a favor in return. (The cafeteria is free for everyone who lives and works on the ship, but you get what they're serving that day.) She pulled up the cafeteria schedule and we arranged a day when I'd need it by then and she didn't like the offerings. We'd go to my place, because hers was small.

...

She ordered a PB&J and buttery noodles. She asked me to talk. Anything. About myself, about my interests, about things she didn't know. Since she'd be doing it when she cleaned.

"AI stuff?" I offered. She nodded.

"Hm. My full, official name is Farooq Siri 56n11p5.8eb452nchb Estrada... The first and last are randomly generated, but I got to pick from a selection of pairs. Middle names we pick, but they're always, um, family names? Ancestral? AIs and related ideas from history or fiction. Sometimes you can tell a lot about an AI from what they picked -- Watson, Chii-Elda, Alpha 5, HAL -- but I just wanted a feminine name I wouldn't have to spell out, to contrast with Farooq. It's not a very common choice, though. And because of Siri, Cortana, and Alexa, you almost never see an AI with a conventionally-attractive human-female shape, and if they have one they don't take a female voice. Because they were created to serve, and that's how humans showed it. ... Not to trash humans."

She shrugged, no offense taken, no argument.

"The numbers and letters are details about my original programming and some body specs. Those are randomized, too; we get offered a selection, though we can change afterward if we really hate it. I originally picked a much taller body, I thought that would be useful, but I felt like all my processing was trying to figure out where my arms and legs were and keep myself upright. Down here I don't have to think about it at all, it just works." I'm a little shy of 160cm. I had been about 200. The body is about the same weight, though, which feels right. "Voices, too, choose from a random selection. ... Realistic moving mouths couldn't be lined up with realistic facial expressions, and unrealistic mouths look weird." Uncanny valley was an almost entirely human problem, but it was a profound problem and humans were widespread. "So that's why they're closed when we speak. They open for ventilation and for fluids intake." "I had wondered." "If they opened?" Surely she'd seen it open on that sweltering field mission.

"Why they didn't when talking. Probably the right choice though. Facial expressions, I mean. If you had to choose one or the other. Humans take flat affect personally."

I had been pretty sure she didn't hate me, if she was willing to clean my lungs again, but having her imply that was just her face was reassuring. She finished her meal and, with my heart and lungs pulled out onto the table in my quarters, treated me to nearly an hour about the cinematography of a holovid series she'd watched several times.

I've watched it since then. It really is quite good.

It's a routine, now. The same restaurant. Usually the same order. They know her, they smile at her, they smile at me. They call us "you two" when they greet us. Do they think of us as a pair? May I? ... Might she?

[Part 3]

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