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pretty-little-mind33 · 1 month

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Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: After accidentally killing your kidnappers, the twins—especially Tangerine—seem determined to keep you away from harm.

Genre: Fluff, hurt & comfort

Warnings: protiective!Tangerine, innocent!civilian!reader, kidnapping, swearing, mentions of injury and blood, canon violence, plot diverts from canon, No Ladybug—the other assassin is supposed to be Carver (since i felt the characterization would have been too off otherwise!)

~ thanks for requesting! i hope you like this hehe <3 @kpopgirlbtssvt ~

So far, the mission was running smoothly.

Lemon and Tangerine had killed all the men in the warehouse and were now making their way out with the White Death's son. Approaching their car, Tangerine throws his bloodied poncho into the trunk as Lemon stuffs the son's passed out body in the backseat.

"Shit, bruv, I dropped my knife in the warehouse," Lemon suddenly whines with a grimace.

His brother sends him an annoyed look, "Fuckin' cry me a river will ya? It's just a knife."

Lemon narrows his eyes at Tangerine and slams the car door shut. He deadpans, "It's not just a knife. It's Willa. You'know she's my fav."

"Shouldn't have dropped 'er then, yeah?" Tangerine snaps.

Lemon ignores him and walks back into the warehouse. He's gone for a while and Tangerine wonders if perhaps he'd been hurt. Just as his annoyance turns to worry, he sees Lemon emerge from the warehouse, looking incredibly concerned.

"Tangerine, come here," Lemon calls him over and based on the seriousness of his voice, Tangerine reluctantly follows him. His nose scrunches as they walk around the dead bodies they are responsible for. Lemon pulls at a filthy white sheet that hangs in the corner and it falls to reveal a makeshift room with old, beaten, boxes.

However, Tangerine's blood runs cold when he sees you splayed across the mattress in the opposite corner.

Lemon sends him a look. "Heard 'er shift. I think she's asleep," he says.

Cautiously, they move closer and Tangerine hears the occasional quiet whimper escape your lips. He kneels beside you, brows furrowing heavily, as with a gentle hand he pulls on your shoulder so you shift from your side onto your back. Your arm falls limp over the mattress and your head rolls to face him, causing Tangerine to inhale sharply.

Your eyes are shut and your hair is messily splayed around and across your face. You're dressed in a pair of pajama shorts, worn out sneakers, and a tank top, the flimsy bedsheet the bastard that had done this to you had provided you with barely covers your bruised and exposed skin.

Tangerine's jaw clenches when he sees the fingerprints on your thighs and arms. He looks at Lemon, who shrugs his shoulders and then leans over you to take your wrist and check your pulse.

"Sleeping," he repeats.

"Drugged," Tangerine argues and runs a hand over his face. Part of him wants to leave you here. You aren't his responsibility. He has a job to finish and anyway, he'd already killed the men who took you—probably? Hopefully? Fuck. He glances at Lemon, who seems debating the same thing and then Lemon catches his eye, as usual, his brother reads his fucking mind.

"We have to take 'er," Lemon whispers, "She's innocent."

Tangerine looks at you again and his frown remains. Innocent. For all they know you could be the fucking evil mastermind behind it all. Maybe this was your plan all along and they're the fools who have fallen for the trick.

Only, his eyes soften when he watches your chest lift and fall a little harshly. You look so strangely delicate and it's making Tangerine lose his mind.

No, you couldn't be anything other than pure innocence.

Without another word, Tangerine shifts and hooks his arms under you. Your dead weight leans against his chest as the sheet falls from the curve of your foot and his hands tighten around you in fear you'll shiver from the sudden cold.

Lemon watches his brother for a moment, a small smirk tugging at his lips. As much as he wants to, he doesn't comment on the scene in front of him.

* * *

Your head feels like it's spinning. The man you learned is named Lemon is yapping your ear off as you squeeze through the train aisle. You almost bump into him as he struggles with the poor man they'd told you bumped his head, and then the second man who'd introduced himself as Tangerine almost bumps into you.

You squeal, almost tripping, but Tangerine grunts and wraps his arm around your stomach so you don't fall.

Quickly, as Lemon finds a booth and pushes the third man to lean against the window, Tangerine removes his arm and pretends like he didn't feel how badly you tensed under his touch. Raw anger simmers inside him at the mere idea of what your kidnappers had put you through.

You watch as Lemon disappears with the silver briefcase for a moment and you wrap Tangerine's checkered coat closer around you. It's cool in the train and your exposed thighs and arms prickle with goosebumps. You don't dare complain. Tangerine sits next to you and he sends you a look.

"Ya cold, luv?" he asks seriously.

You look up at him, eyes widened innocently, and hesitate before you nod. Tangerine hums, happy you're communicating in some way, and he looks around. He stands and disappears down the aisle.

Lemon obscures your view for a moment when he sits across from you and when Tangerine returns, he's holding a sweatshirt over his arm. He hands it to you without a word and when Lemon gives his brother a confused look. Tangerine rolls his eyes and says, "What? I nicked it for 'er. She's cold."

Lemon hides a smirk as he holds up his arm in surrender and doesn't say much more. You slowly let Tangerine's coat fall from your shoulders as you slip on the sweatshirt. It's large enough to cover up to your mid-thigh and you feel less uneasy.

"So, ya really don't remember what those men wanted with ya?" Lemon interrupts.

You shrink in your seat. You wish you could remember more of your kidnapping so you could tell them. When you came to, you were already in the Twins car and they'd informed you you had been drugged and most likely kidnapped. You couldn't remember why.

While the Twins had been nothing but kind to you, you still can't shake the feeling that they aren't the knights in shining armor you want them to be. You peer at Tangerine as he plucks a pack of snacks from the passing trolley. Without hesitation, he turns and hands them to you.

You sit up a little and look at the snacks, eyes round. Tangerine nods silently as if to say, "It's okay," and then turns his attention to his brother, his blue eyes sharp. "She said she doesn't remember. Will ya lay off her?" he snaps.

You open the snacks and eat them up quickly. You hiss as your split lip opens from your carelessness but you continue to eat anyway.

Lemon and Tangerine bicker again but you're too focused on the food in your palms to care. Lemon sends you a sympathetic look as Tangerine calms down and the third man, who is sitting in a booth across from you all, starts to stir.

* * *

"I am not leaving 'her alone with 'im!" Tangerine exclaims as he stares at Lemon like he's lost his mind. Lemon throws his hands up in the air and glares at his brother. "I don't trust 'im. If he's anything like his Daddy then he's bad fuckin' news," Tangerine reasons.

"So, what's your plan then? You gonna keep her safe by your side, hm? Someone took our case and I can guarantee they aren't gonna play nicely, bruv! She's a fuckin' liability, that's what she is!"

Lemon raises good points but Tangerine ignores him completely.

"She's our responsibility now, Lemon," he says sternly but he's distracted by the doors to the cabin sliding open and your frame slamming into his chest. Surprised, he tenses as your hands grasp helplessly at his suit and hide behind him. Lemon looks as puzzled as his brother when he sees how scared you look.

However, unlike Lemon, Tangerine is in a panic. He spins around and holds onto your shoulders. He leans down as you hyperventilate, his heart beating so loudly. "Hey, hey, luv, what happened? Are ya hurt? What's wrong? Tell me," he says. His large hands move up to cup your tear-stained cheeks as he tries to calm you down.

You make small gasping sounds and point to the now shut doors you just came from. "T-the man! H-he w-was poisoned! I saw the person in the costume prick him with something and now there's blood coming out of his eyes. I think he's dead!" you sound completely horrified and Tangerine can't help himself when he wraps you in his arms and holds you closer.

Lemon paces behind him, clearly alarmed that the white death's son was murdered under their care, but Tangerine is only focused on you.

"Hey, darlin', can you look at me," he whispers as he tries to ground you. "You're fine. Shh, you're okay now. You did the right thing running to us, hmm?" you nod, still clutching onto Tangerine. Lemon scoffs from behind you and his brother sends him a dark look. "She's staying with me," Tangerine says.

"Your funeral mate," Lemon says and unlocks his gun. He looks at you and his eyes soften for a moment before they land on Tangerine. "You've gone completely sweet for 'er," he says in a whisper, almost like he can't believe he's saying those words out loud, "be careful."

You look up at Tangerine and see his jaw clench for a moment. Something flickers in his eyes—denial perhaps—but he just ignores Lemon's warning and guides you back into the train compartment to make a plan.

* * *

Your head is throbbing as it hits the wall of the train. You hear ringing in your ears as Tangerine's shouts become hazy. You feel a hand curl around the hood of your sweatshirt as you're yanked up and thrown to the opposite side of the room again. You crash into the cupboards as foods from the shelves fall onto you.

"Fuckin' bastard," Tangerine seethes, recovering from a punch the man had landed in his stomach. He lunges and hits the man in the nose, the crack audible, as the man crumbles to the ground. Tangerine sees red as he straddles the man and punches him repeatedly. "Ya don't fuckin' touch 'er! Ya hear me? I see one fuckin' bruise from your fingerprints on her again and I'll break all your fuckin' bones!"

You struggle to stand, shards of glass stuck in your palms as you watch the scene with a scared expression. The man slams a glass onto Tangerine's head and taunts cruelly, "What's she to you, hm? One of your little bitches? Your reputation betrays you, Tangerine." You wince at this man's words and when he stares at you, your breath hitches.

"Huh, you one of his bitches, girl? A stunner like you shouldn't be involved with men like him, you know—but, I can see why he keeps you around, I mean you're—"

Tangerine interrupts him with a hard punch in the jaw and his sentence falls short. Without hesitation, Tangerine takes your wrist in his hand and speed-walks away from the scene. You stumble after him as he grunts in pain from the blows he'd taken. When he finds an empty bathroom, he pushes you inside as he crams into the small space.

Tangerine's hip is digging into the sink as he holds up your palm. "Shit, look at your hand," he mutters and then looks up at you more closely, "You aren't too hurt, are ya? I'm sorry, darlin'."

You stare at him, your adrenaline pumping, and blurt out the first thing you think of as you look at the cuts and bruises across his face, and at how disheveled and bloody his suit has become. "You look like shit," you say with concern, and with your other hand, you push some curls away from his forehead. Your fingers dance across his skin delicately, too worried for him to realize what exactly you're doing

Tangerine's eyebrows raise in surprise and he laughs. You pull your hand away and stare up at him, your wounds obvious from the blows that the other assassin had landed on you. However, he just smirks. "Atta girl," he whispers, and almost as if on instinct he moves to press his knuckles to your cheek. You feel the warmth spread across them.

Clearing his throat, he pulls his arm away and looks down to unlock his gun. "We gotta find Lemon and we need to get off this god-forsaken train—job be damned. I'm not putting you at risk anymore." You nod, wiping some blood from the corner of your mouth with your sleeve.

"You stay behind me and listen closely. If I say jump, you jump, understand?" he says and slides the door to the bathroom open.

* * *

Tangerine feels his eyes hang heavy as he tries to erase the memory of Lemon's dead body. His heart is pounding as he feels your hands clutch around his arm. He hadn't let you see Lemon, not fully, but you'd cried from the situation anyway (and in fear of his anger he assumes).

After all, he is furious.

"Fuckin' diesel bitch," he mutters, his gun pointed at the girl dressed in pink.

The young girl snarls and stares at him defiantly. She doesn't seem scared of him. However, as soon as the third assassin—the brown-haired man from earlier—enters, she screams. Tangerine senses you tense beside him and he quickly moves to shield you as the man points his gun at you and him.

Tangerine fires his gun sloppily and it hits the man in his neck. However, he's too slow to prevent the man's bullet from hitting you in the shoulder.

You shriek and the pain is excruciating as you fall to the ground. Tangerine spins around, catching you in time as he holds you close and applies pressure to your wound. He holds up your head as he looks into your teary eyes.

"Shit, fuck, fuck, hey–shh, you're okay," he promises, his voice strained. You're not trained for the pain and as much as Tangerine tries to prevent you from looking, your eyes move to your shoulder.

There's blood everywhere.

Tangerine can see that you're in shock as your eyelids flutter. He holds you up but he can't think as you lose consciousness. He wants to scream and he slams his hand onto the ground next to you, desperately holding you to him.

He needs to help you.

Somehow.

* * *

When you wake, you hear Tangerine's voice loud and clear— "You told me you weren't wearing yer fuckin' vest!" he snaps, pacing around the small motel room. Your eyelids flutter and you see Lemon—Lemon!— sitting on the second queen bed, his head in his hands. Tangerine's pendant still hangs from his neck.

"Will ya stop screaming at me!?" Lemon hisses, pinching his nose.

"I though' ya'd died!!"

From where you lay you can see how furious Tangerine looks. His suit is still bloody and he looks as disheveled as he did on the train. You can hear how pained he sounds and your heart sinks.

Lemon is silent for a moment and then he stands. Without any smart comment or argument, he walks over to his brother and wraps his arm around Tangerine's shoulders. Instantly, Tangerine's body seems to melt into Lemon and you hear a choked sob as they hug—you aren't entirely sure who it's from.

After a moment, Lemon pulls away first but puts his hand on the back of Tangerine's nape. "I see ya managed to keep 'er safe," he says, amusement in his voice as he turns to you and you shut your eyes so they'll think you're still asleep.

"Barely," Tangerine's voice is strained, "She's hurt. I tried'a stitch her up as best I could but I ain't no fuckin' doctor. She was passed out the entire time—hope she didn't feel a thing."

You hadn't.

"You care about 'er," Lemon states and you hold your breath.

"I don't," Tangerine insists quickly. "She's just a responsibility. Nothin' more, nothin' less."

Your chest tightens at his words and you feel very stupid. Why would he care more than that? You're still strangers. You don't even know his favorite color. All you know is that you care.

He'd saved you. He was your savior. How could you move on and pretend he wasn't? How could you move on and just not see him anymore?

Lemon sighs sadly, "Why is it so hard for you to admit you care about someone?"

"Because everything I care about dies. Gone. Just like that, Lemon," you hear Tangerine snap his fingers and you flinch, "I don' want 'er to die because of me. Because I cared too much to let her go and live a normal fuckin' life!"

You bite down on your lip—hard.

"I–fuck, you don't understand Lemon," Tangerine says and you wish you could open your eyes to see him. You want to see him so badly but you can't so you stay still, listening in. "I almost lost you and you're a trained assassin! She's just a girl. I can't protect her. I couldn't even protect her tonight."

You want to tell him that he's wrong. He can! He had! Without him, you'd still be kidnapped or worse, dead.

"Mate, you're too hard on yourself," Lemon reasons.

"No. I'm not. I can't fuck up. Fuckin' up means death," Tangerine says sternly, his tone ending the conversation.

You hear faint footsteps and then the mattress dips as someone's nimble fingers find your hairline and push away some stray hairs. Is it weird that you recognize his touch already? You stir unconsciously and shift onto your back, your eyes opening.

You're unaware that as they flutter, all Tangerine is picturing as his blue ones staring back at you is the way you looked when they'd found you—hair messy and spilled across the dirty mattress, skin bruised and bloody. His stomach churns and he feels sick.

"Hi, darlin'," he mutters, and then his fingers, slow and deliberate, move to pull down the blanket so he can access your bound shoulder. You tilt your head and wince when you see the blood seeping through the plaster.

"May I?" Tangerine asks as his hand hovers over your shoulder. You nod, staring up at him with widened eyes as he checks over your wound.

As he works, you're overwhelmed and you have to look away. When you do, your eyes fall on Lemon. "Lemon," you say, "you're alive!"

Lemon cracks a smile and runs a hand over his face, "I am. Were ya sad, bird?"

It's meant to be teasing but you nod instantly and Lemon's eyebrows crease. He looks at Tangerine, who stands up and pulls the covers over you again. "She's a sweet bird, ain't she?" Lemon says as he smiles fondly. Tangerine nods and moves some hair behind his ear as the strands fall messily.

"Yeah," is all he answers and then he tells you, "Rest up now, luv. Your stitches are solid and you need sleep. It's been a long day." You wonder if he knows you'd overheard his conversation with Lemon or if he's blissfully unaware. You try and sit up but Tangerine scowls, "Hey, now, none of that," he reprimands.

"Don't leave me," you say seriously and Tangerine's eyes round.

"Pardon?"

"I don't want to be alone—" you whisper and settle into the pillows again, looking up at him.

"Lemon and I will just be over," Tangerine starts to explain but you reach out and grasp his wrist. You stare up at him silently and Lemon chuckles.

"Think she wants ya to sleep with 'er," he says and Tangerine's cheeks turn pink at the double meaning. He sends Lemon a glare but sits back down beside you. He lets you hold onto his wrist as he thinks of a plan.

You wonder if asking him to lay next to you is too much. You would understand if he refuses.

"I'm gonna clean up a little," Tangerine finally says, "and then Lemon can take the other bed and I'll—I'll sit here, on the floor, and hold your hand so you can sleep?"

His voice has a slight tremble you wonder if he's suppressing, and you can't help but wish he'd just hold you.

"You'll be uncomfortable," you try persuading him as he stands and his wrist slips from your hand.

"I want to keep watch tonight anyways," Tangerine says and smiles. It isn't a smirk—no it's a real smile. You don't argue as you nod.

Your arm dangles from the bed as you try and stay awake long enough to know Tangerine will actually hold your hand. You feel your body slip in and out of sleep as you catch only fragments of Tangerine's conversation with Lemon through the open bathroom door.

"We'll call Billy tomorrow morning and she can call 'er family—tell'em she's safe."

"Ya know, ya could just sleep in the bed—next to her—it's really not that odd,"

"Shut up,"

You're so close to sleep your eyelids feel so heavy that when you hear quiet shuffling near your ear, you can't even open your eyes. Your hand twitches and a soft sound escapes your lips when you feel Tangerine's fingers interlock with yours.

"I'm here," he whispers, the sound so quiet if you weren't so close to him you'd miss it. You hear the sound of his head hitting the bedside table and with an exhausted wince, you shift closer, your hand squeezing his.

"Thank you f-for everything," you manage to mumble, your eyes remaining shut. You aren't sure your thanks escaped your lips audibly because he doesn't answer. You slip into sleep, unaware of Tangerine's mind racing as his hand remains in yours.

Don't thank me, he thinks, please.

His drowsy eyes are trained on the motel door as Lemon washes up in the bathroom. He refuses to shut them. While his back is already aching from sitting on the floor and his arm is tired from being in such an awkward position to hold your hand, he doesn't move.

Instead, he listens to your calm breathing as you sleep. It's so different from when he'd found you—you'd been so scared and, even drugged, your body had been on edge.

Now, you sound so calm and secure and as silly as it sounds, Tangerine's chest tightens. As long as he can help it he'll make sure you're never that scared and vulnerable again.

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()

Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).

Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!

Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.

This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!

Words: ~900

Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan

Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.

“You knock before entering!” You huffed.

Foras appeared at your side without a hush.

"Sorry, but…"

“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.

“His Majesty wants to see you.”

Yeah, almost.

“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”

There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!

The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.

"What are you doing? It's not your business."

“You called me here yourself.”

You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state.

With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...

"What are you staring at?"

Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.

"Beautiful."

A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!

Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”

It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.

“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.

“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”

It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.

If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.

“What are you thinking?”

You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.

He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Idea. strip poker with tobirama, orochimaru, madara, and neji (seperately) but the reader is really damn good at poker. So the guys are sitting there in their underwear and the reader has only removed their shoes and socks. And the boys lose again and the reader (being the cocky asshole they are) says "I told you not to go against me, and look at you now." I just think this would be really goddamn funny, what happens after is completely up to you.

Strip Poker Hc || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Tobirama Senju, Orochimaru, Madara Uchiha and Neji Hyuga

A/n : That was so interesting to write ! Thank you so much for this opportunity 😍 I really hope you'll like it 🔥

Warnings : strip poker, sexual innuendo, spank, hint to oral fem!receiver, slow burn, kinda spicy at the end, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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

Words count : 1984

Tobirama Senju :

When you offered, he frowned and turned his head so you wouldn't see the blush on his usually cold face, telling you it was a stupid game he didn't need to undress you

Even when you told him that it'd be fun he turned you down

So you did the most logical thing to get his attention: doubting his abilities.

"You're quite right to refuse, I'd have beaten you so far you wouldn't have recovered"

That's it, he'd turned finally his head towards you, a look of challenge in his eyes

"I'll make you swallow your words like snakes"

Mission accomplished, now the real game could begin

The poker game was known to both of you, So the game was off to a flying start

The only thing he hadn't taken into account was that you'd never really played together before, crazy as that may sound

Round after round, and although confident at first, he began to feel disillusioned

You didn't decide to spare him, not when you knew how satisfying it was to see that look of satisfaction fade from his face

You took great pleasure in making him take off his shoes, his socks, his forehead protector ( you argued for 20 minutes about whether it was a piece of clothing ), his t-shirts...

You did lose a couple of rounds, underestimating him at some points, sensing victory was coming, but nothing to make you lose face

Then you won once again, and while he'd already made a fuss about taking off his t-shirt, what was it going to be like for his pants ? "Come on, Tobirama, don't be a sore loser. Take responsibility now"

With a sigh laced with a grunt, he removed his belt and pulled down his pants, trying to control the heat rising in his cheeks

"I think we can call it a game, I'm sure you won't have the balls to go on at the risk of removing the last article" you said, your eyes trailing towards his boxers

He didn't assume he'd been so easily loose that you stopped playing to preserve his dignity

"Unless..." you said your words trailing "you want. But then I can't promise that the game won't end up in our bedroom"

Okay if he wasn't flustered he really is now. You think you've won so much you allow yourself to be cocky too. But now he knew that you were much better at poker than he was

The reaction of his body, however, spoke volumes about his new resolve to lose the game

As you drew closer to him, you realized that his breathing was ragged, a grunt hidden beneath his breath

Before you even had time, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against him. I'm going to show you something I'm second to none at"

"Ah ? What is it ?" you replied still cocky, anticipation lacing your words

"I'm going to make you scream" and with that he took you in his arms, threw you over his shoulder and led you to your room

Finally you'd got what you wanted. What would have been the point of playing poker against him, knowing that you were going to beat him to the punch ?

Orochimaru :

He'd heard about strip poker on his travels. He couldn't wait to come back and try it out with you

It would be a way of showing his superiority through gambling, and of revealing you to his hungry eyes at the same time

He seriously thought he was going to win. And his confidence was only boosted when you asked him in a small voice "You're sure about this ?" carefully faking your ability. He nodded eagerly before repeating in a commanding tone, "Come and sit here pet" "Okay"

You'd let him win the first two rounds to build up his confidence. You only had to take off your shoes and socks. You couldn't wait to see that smirk fade from his face, so you launched your counterattack

Now immersed in your game - he noticed the shift in your behavior - you won sleeve after sleeve, making him jump out of his clothes one by one. And as he wasn't wearing much, he soon found himself almost naked in front of you ( faster than he should have )

At this point he took off his clothes mechanically, but his jaw tightened when he found himself in his boxers in front of you. His eyes widened as you cockily said, "See, I asked you if you were sure"

There you were again, he knew that you were up to something

You continued to taunt him "Look at you now how path-"

But he cut you off suddenly, taking long strides towards you "You'll be sorry you played me" he said, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust

"Stand up" he demanded and you did. Then you followed him back to your room "I'll teach you that a good pet doesn't try to be superior to its master" he couldn't help being proud of you though, but he intended to remind you of your respective places

After he stripped you, he sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned you to lie on his lap, you could feel the effect your moment of cockiness had on him

"You think you're clever. Vey well. We'll see about that" he punctuated his sentence with a firm spank on your ass "Now count and be a good girl"

Madara Uchiha :

When Madara came to you proposing a game of strip poker, it was to prove to you that he was better than you. Uchiha superiority blah blah blah

In fact, he'd been on a roll ever since he'd won an earlier training fight with his Sharingan

He was sure that a simple card game would allow him to repeat another victory

"You sure about this ? I'm warning you, It's best to stick to the win you had before. It won't have the same flavor otherwise" you joked

"Just come and play the damn game with me Y/n" he said, a hint of excitement in his words, he was sure that in no time you'd find yourself naked in front of him

However, he should have been wary, given the great confidence emanating from you as you sat down in front of him, he was still a little baffled

At the end of the 3rd round, when your feet were bare from the two rounds you'd lost, you finally looked Madara in the eye during the game, concentrating less on your cards. You frowned when you saw his Sharingan activated

"Love that's cheating. No Sharingan allowed" your voice made him smirk "If you think it'll make you win. I'm not that close anyway" his pupils returned to their original black

"That's better" you said, the game could finally begin

And it did. Round after round, he had to remove an article of clothing, proof of your superiority over him in this game

The look he gave you was hilarious. He looked as if he'd been betrayed every time he unraveled a little more. Serves him right for underestimating you

His expression fell, however, when he lost yet another round and realized he had to take off his last piece of clothing, which was his boxer

"That's it, the game's over" he said, his voice laced with bad faith, he was disgusted to have lost without realizing it

"I told you to be satisfied with what you had before. Et look at you now" your eyes trailed down his figure "Don't be a sore loser and take responsibility. Take that off"

To your surprise, he smirked and slowly took it off, his eyes still fixed on yours. He moved away from his chair and you stood up institiously as he moved closer to you

Suddenly, he placed both hands on either side of you. Your back hit the table as his body pressed against yours. You could feel the warmth of his body, his ragged breath on your ear and his arousal pressed against you

"Done. Now what are you going to do about it?" he asked in a husky voice

Your hands wrap around him, pressing him closer against you "I'm going to take my reward"

"Alright. Show me how you slay pretty girl "

And something tells you that the Sharingan in his eye was there to make sure you didn't miss any of the show you both were about to play

Neju Hyuga :

He never wanted to play it with you, maybe out of embarrassment. But one day he overheard you talking to Naruto and Shikamaru about playing strip poker at a party with all your friends, and that's when something clicked in his mind

Suddenly he really wanted to play with you. How could your boyfriend not be the 1st to play strip poker with you well maybe because he's refused countless times

When Neji told you he'd heard you talking about it with your friends, you just wanted to tease him just to hear the hint of jealousy in his voice a little more "Na Neji don't worry about it"

He tried to suppress the jealousy you'd been able to feel for a while now under a calm, confident tone he was used to using "I'm your boyfriend and I think it would be appropriate to do it with you before you do it with our friends"

"I swear you'd better not tempt me. Besides, I know you can't handle defeat"

"Defeat ? What makes you think I'm going to lose ?" he said, feeling his competitiveness flare up in him - ouch, you'd just touched his ego

"Okay fine" you said after pretending to think "But I'm warning you, every time you lose, you have to take off one of your clothes. And no arguing, that's the rule"

At your words he turned red and nodded eagerly his gaze averting between you and the floor "By the way no Byakugan allowed to see through the cards" "Understood"

And he should have known he was in for a hell of a ride when he saw the little smirk on your face, but he couldn't wait to get started and secretly hoped to win a decent number of rounds

But what a disillusion, miraculously - according to him - you were winning

You did loose one or two rounds but it was only because you were drooling over his chest

"Neji you have to take that boxer off that's the game. You wouldn't have said the same thing if the situation was reversed" he blushed intensely bringing his hands at the waist band of his boxer "That's so unfair"

"And yet you're the one who wanted to play with me. You remember what you told me "I'm a hyuga I'm bound to win against you"" you joked mimicking his voice "Guess you won the right to be a naked sore loser. You shouldn't have to mess with me. At least you got to see my feet" you laughed

He chuckled at your joke nonetheless ready to accept his defeat when you raised your hand to stop him " Don't forget it's only a game you don't have to go that far if you don't want to"

He smiled at your understanding but he intended to take responsibility, and Byakugan or not, he could see that you were dying to see him take it off

"No, it's okay, you won, I'll do it" and with that he pulled down his boxer shorts, another shade of pink landing on his cheeks "And what now ?" he asked, his voice full of anticipation

"Well now I might just reward you for playing and maybe have a little taste. What do you say ?"

"I'd be honoured" he finally spoke, his blush gaining the tip of his nose

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌮🧀 Again my requests are open 🍩🍰

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"Kara!" A voice echoed in her head.

"Kara! Stay with me!" The voice continued. She heard it start to speak again but the endless darkness consumed her before she could hear the rest.

The next time she heard the voice it was accompanied by a different one.

"She's moving"

"I think it's working."

"It's better."

Kara tried to open her eyes, but everything was too bright. She let out a small groan which only made her realise how dry her mouth was, it felt like sand and rocks.

"Kara?"

A warm hand laid on her arm, making her dare to finally open her eyes. Blinking a few times to get her eyes adjusted to the light, Kara was greeted to the face of her beautiful Lena, and her worried sister by her side.

"Oh, thank god," Lena exhaled.

"Did he..?" Kara's voice came out hoarse and raspy.

"We got the guy," Alex assured her, handing her a glass of water. "It was one of the guys that escaped after the heist a few months back with the alien weapons. Apparently he got blasted by one of them and it caused him some strange mutation and a hunger for electricity. He's in holding now, we're looking for a way to cure him. You did good Kara."

Kara nodded, afraid to use her voice again. She decided to finish the glass of water, instead.

"How are you feeling?" Lena asked softly.

"Pretty beaten," she tried to chuckle but only a small huff came out. "How long was I out?"

"A few hours. Luckily Lena had created this new serum, it means you're up early but you'll probably be powerless for a while." Alex explained, making some notes on the pad she grabbed from the end of Kara’s bed.

A few hours was quite impressive, she assumed she should've been out for at least a day.

"Wait!" Reality suddenly came back to her, "the kids!"

"They're fine!" Lena reassured her.

"Did I…" Kara swallowed hard. "Did I miss the birth?" Kara really hoped she didn't. Not that it would matter too much in the long run as long as they're healthy and happy, but she really wanted to be there to greet them when they come.

"No, of course not." Lena touched her hand and smiled her calming smile. "I waited to see if the serum worked so we could do it together. They should meet both their mothers when they come out after all."

Kara breathed a sigh of relief. They were okay and they were waiting for her. Most importantly Lena was not only waiting for her, but made her a special emergency serum that worked perfectly. Well, Lena made it, of course, it would be perfect. "I love you." Kara raised her hand to link her fingers with Lena.

"I love you too." Lena gave her hand a squeeze. She was definitely solar flared, going by the feeling of her squeeze. "Can you move?"

"Hey! You can't move her now! She needs a full day under a sunlamp at the very least before she moves!" Alex interjected, emphasising her point by talking with her hands.

"Alex," Lena's tone turned professional. "My kids are about to come out into the world today and they need us both. Plus, the serum should give her a pretty good solar radiation boost, by the time it wears off I promise you she'll be well tucked into a sunbed as she should be."

"Right," Alex nodded. "I'll keep it warm for you." She had enough sense not to argue with Lena Luthor in mother mode. Probably a lesson she'd be glad she learned sooner rather than later.

"That won't be necessary, she'll stay in the one we have at home."

"We have a sun bed?" It was news to Kara.

"Yes. Now, can you stand?"

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Pesky Blinders with a wounded reader. Maybe she was shot or several ribs were broken? How would the boys take care of her?

I’m a fan of your creativity

I loved this idea and i guess i got carried away cause they're long and its like not just the taking care of you but the whole scenario. I hope you like them my lovely ❤️

Just a wee warning, mention of attemtped rape and SA in Bonnie and Isaiah's but the rest are just the usual expected violence.

Tommy

🌿 Before its confirmed what happened to you he knows it was his fault, knows its Peaky Business leaking into his home life again, leaking into your life like a black rot spreading

🌿 He blames himself, naturally...

🌿 Youre lying on your back still as the dead and just as pale, your ribs are blue and bruised, internal bleeding... It won't kill you but it will be a slow and painful recovery. Every breath will be agony. And its his fault.

🌿 Sits by your bedside with you, suffering, being cruel to himself because he feels guilty. His brothers have promised to go after the men that did this to you but Tommy feels torn.

🌿 It should be him who kills them, him who makes them suffer for what they've done to his angelic girl.

🌿 Holds your hand clasps between his two much bigger hands, watching you intently, says little prayers.

🌿 When youre awake he talks to you soft and gentle, tries to sooth you back to sleep because although hes lonely and wants to hear your sweet voice, he knows sleep is what you need and what will take the pain away.

🌿 Argues with your doctors when you're slow to heal, gets pissed off, loses his temper, has to be calmed by Polly and his brothers.

🌿 Makes you promises, "The men that did this to you will not live, they will not be forgiven, i will not show them mercy,"

🌿 Also promises you this is never going to happen to you again, promises you he's going to protect you, apologises over and over for not being there.

🌿 "i should have fuckin been there, im so sorry angel, i should have fuckin been there..."

🌿 Gets up and paces around the room, trying to make plans, trying to fuckin think straight but its impossible when his darling girl is lying beaten and suffering in a hospital bed.

🌿 When he finally gets to tske you home no one else is allowed to touch you, he is the one who carries you to the car, he is the one who drives the car so he can make sure he goes slowly, no bumps or sharp corners, nothing that could hurt you.

🌿 He has the fire made up in your room, your bed made up too, lots of cushions, your favourite blanket. He makes you tea and helps you drink it.

🌿 He is by your bedside most of the time.

🌿 But one day when you are sleeping he does slip away, his brothers have phoned, they have the men who did this to you and they want to know what to do.

🌿 He tells them to wait for him, drives out to meet them, his mind racing with the things he could do to take revenge on your behalf.

🌿 He beats them, kicks and stamps on them, breaks their ribs and then leaves his brothers to finish them off. He's taken his anger out on them, beaten them near to death, doesnt need to know what happens to them after that.

🌿When he returns to you you're awake and smiling and the sight of you softens him, melts the last of his anger away. You've been lonely, you want him to lie with you awhile, youre bored, you want to know how the horses are, what its like outside...

🌿 So he makes sure youre comfortable, lies down beside you and lets you rest your head on his chest, he holds you in his arms and kisses your temple and he tells you all the things you want to know.

🌿 You get scared sometimes, you get worried that it will happen again, you have nightmares, terrible nightmares and you wake in the night crying. But Tommy is always there for you, holding you, kissing your hair and soothing you.

🌿 Sometimes he'll sing to you to bring you back to reality.

🌿 He reassures you, he'll never let it happen again, you'll always be safe.

🌿 "Won't let anything happen to you angel, from now on you'll always be safe, there'll be men watching you, protecting you at all times..." "Don't want strange men watching me Tommy," the thought of that just scares you more, "Alright love, alright angel don't think about it now eh, right now its just you and me alright, you and me tucked up in our bed and we're both safe and sound. I've got you, youre safe and sound."

🌿Gets you a guard dog, maybe several, you adore them and think they're so very cute, but theyre also almost as big as you and will fiercely defend you. You look intimidating walking down the street with your three hounds at your side.

🌿He also gets you a gun, tells you he hopes you never have to use it but teaches you all the same.

🌿For the most part he will want to keep you shut up inside nice and safe and warm, resting. He insists you get a lot of rest. However when you inevitably get stroppy about being held "captive" he'll relent and take you down to the gardens, he'll make a blanket up with pillows and an extra blanlet to keep you warm and he'll carry you down, let you lie with your head in his lap.

🌿Will take grapes and other sweet things for you to eat and he'll feed them to you as you sit with him on the lawn.

🌿He won't let the kids near you until you insist that he stops being ridiculous, they judt want tp hug you and kiss you better. So finally he lets them come to sit and lie with you too and they read to you and sing you songs to help you get better and make you happy.

Alfie

🐻 He's surprised actually, that it isn't business thats wound up getting you... It was a car on Camden High Road, speeding down the street, fuckin idiot driver snowed up to hight heaven...

🐻 You're actually lucky to be alive, if it wasnt for Ishmael tackling you out of the way you'd have been dragged under the wheels and killed. As it happens his somewhat heavy handed and clumsy manoeuvre did actually save your life. Which alfie is naturally, very grateful for

🐻 Its just unfortunate that when you landed and tumbled into a market stall, fucking Ishmael didn't do a very good job at shielding you from the fall.

🐻 So youve several injuries, the worst is a bloody nose and chin from when you hit the floor, but if youre being honest - and Alfie makes sure youre being honest with him - everything hurts. Your whole body aches

🐻 And then theres the shock, you can't stop shaking, youre trembling all over and youve gone so cold.

🐻 "Oh my, what a mess theyve made of you ziskeit, well its alright, your Alfies got you now yeah, I'll look after you flower, gonna take good care of you don't you worry my darlin, don't you worry..." he's so gentle with you, holds you very carefully so as not to hurt you where youre bruised.

🐻 Runs you a warm bath to bring your tempreture back up, sits you on the side of the tub and undresses you very carefully. His big hands may be gruff and calloused but theyre gentle and careful and when he touches your bruises, palms your ribs to feel for any major damage, he is so careful not to hurt you.

🐻 Hes relieved youre not too hurt, don't need to go to hospital where he wont be able to look after you himself.

🐻 He helps you into the tub, washes you gently, cleans your blood from your face and talks to you the whole time, telling you little stories, talking to you about operas and the like anything to distract you from the pain youre in.

🐻 Then when hes finished and hes satisfied that youre washed and warm, he helps you get dry, wraps you in towels and delicately pats you down. He puts you in one of his loose cotton shirts, it'll keep you warmer than your delicate little slip and it'll be comfier too.

🐻 Then he helps you into your bed, props you up on some pillows and makes sure youre completely comfortable.

🐻 Dresses the wound on your chin and patches it up nice and carefully, although his fingers arent as nimble as yours so its a little messier than the ones you do for him.

🐻 "Now then ziskeit, what you need now right, is some tender, loving, care, and also some rum right, just a little bit to take the edge off... For the shock too, yeah it'll warm you through and see you right as rain, you wait here little one, Alfie'll get us some rum, that'll see you right..."

🐻 Definitely the type to make you soup, he bakes you a special loaf of bread to go with it. Feeds you even though you don't really need feeding. Hes just using the excuse to spoil you.

🐻 When the wound on your chin scars youre afraid he won't find you pretty anymore, that it makes you ugly...

🐻 "What that? Let me get this straight yeah little one... You yeah - my gorgeous, angel of a girl, little ziskeit, banished from heaven for being too fuckin perfect yeah - you, think that that there, that little scar there, is gonna make me think twice about loving the very bones of you, that's what you think? I reckon i need to check that pretty little head of yours for anymore bumps i do sweetheart, you must be going doolally..."

🐻 Kisses your scars, tells you theyre exquisite.

🐻 Will not let you do anything for yourself for quite some time, even when you insist that you're feeling better.

🐻"Can't be too careful ziskeit, wouldnt want you to hurt yourself again would we, no youd better just let your old man take care of that for you yeah?"

🐻 Will keep your room bright, with flowers in it. Will treat you with new books and records and will stop to read to you awhile whenever you ask. He sits with you every morning, helps you wash and change, does your hair for you, brushing it carefully. He loves to brush your hair anyway, loves how soft it is, but this is the perfect excuse to get close to you and spend as long as he likes combing through your long locks.

🐻 He struggles to remember not to make you laugh as this will hurt, its hard though, he just wants his little girl to smile and be happy.

🐻 He's probably going to try and teach you a thing or two about road safety. And when youre out walking together he'll start doing this thing where he makes sure you're walking on the side of the pavement furthest from the road. You think he's being over the top but once he's started doing it he'll insist its the best thing for you.

Arthur

🍂 Youve got a bloody nose and its your own bloody fault, you got in between him and some lad he was fighting with, trying to calm him down.

🍂 Course, you tell him its your own bloody fault... Doesnt mean he believes you, naturally he blames himself. He cries about it, gets drunk about it, takes a little time to get over what hes done before Polly will let him near you.

🍂 "She doesnt need to see you in that state arthur you sort yourself out and do it fucking quickly then you come look after your girl!"

🍂 So he does, he splashes his face with cold water and takes deep breaths the way you taught him too.

🍂 Then he rushes to you, hes brought you flowers and chocolate and hes determined hes going to make this up to you.

🍂"Oh Arthur love you didnt need to..." you start but he cuts you off, coming to sit by your bedside, clasping your hands in his.

🍂 "Yes i fuckin did flower, yes i fuckin did, now i know nothing is gonna make up for what ive done to you..." you cutting him off this time with a kiss.

🍂 "Shut up Arthur, no more apologies please im begging you,"

🍂 But he has to finish saying sorry, he wont stop until hes said it, so in the end you close your eyes, lean back into your pillow and let him finish saying sorry.

🍂 You think hes a fool but he seems so torn up about it, so upset that you cant interrupt him again.

🍂 His forehead to yours, his eyes closed as he kisses your face and says hes sorry again.

🍂 "Wont ever happen again flower i promise you, it wont ever happen again," "I love you y/n i didnt mean it, id never hurt you on purpose," you know hes telling you the truth, you know it was an accident.

🍂 "Aye and I'll never come between you and another man eh" youre having a little joke, trying to lighten the mood but hes so serious. He frowns at you and you say sorry, give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry Arthur im only messin with you, you wont hurt me i know, i know,"

🍂 Hes a little clumsy but he does well holding the cloth thsts catching the blood from your nose, rubbing your back and soothing you when the bleeding picks up.

🍂 Tells you youre his brave girl. You tell him youre not even that hurt

🍂 But youve got a bruise throbbing on your cheek that says otherwise.

🍂 He holds ice to it for you to reduce the swelling.

🍂 Makes you tea, brings you pain relief, which you tell him you dont need but which he tells you Pol says youve got to take.

🍂 "You know if you really want to help distract me from the pain..." taking his hand and guiding it down your chest to the waistband of your skirt....

John

🌼 When you get shot at he knows those bullets were for him and he feels so fucking guilty.

🌼 He watches it happen, feeels the freeze of his blood the moment he realises whats about to happen, and then the plimmeting drop in his heart when he sees you struck in the shoulder.

🌼 Its not a bad place to be shot, the shoulder... It won't kill you, but of course it doesnt matter to him where you were shot, it only matters that you were, that he let that happen to his girl...

🌼 He's quick to shoot the perpetrators dead, one after the other, multiple shots to the chest and stomach... Those are bad places to be shot, painful fucking places too, which hes pleased about. He hopes their deaths are slow and agonising.

🌼 Hes at your side, your head in his lap before he's shot his final shots into the perpetrators bodies, one hand holding your face, the other pulling the trigger.

🌼 He refuses to be seperated from you, tries to fight the doctors when they try to take you away from him. You need to have the bullet removed and be patched up but John doesnt want you to go through it alone.

🌼 Polly and Ada have to hold him back, calm him down, theyre reassuring him that youll be alright as long as he lets the doctors do their job.

🌼 The moment those doors to your room open Johns at the doctors side asking all sorts of questions, needing to know that youre okay, that youre going to be alright.

🌼 When they finally let him see you they tell him not to crowd you, to try and be calm and at first no ones sure he'll be able to, he snarls at the doctor "Don't tell me how to treat my fuckin girl!"

🌼 But then when he sees you, unconcious, still and colourless on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest, all the fights knocked out of him just like that.

🌼 He falls into the chair at your bedside, the others give him time alone with you because they can see how much he needs it.

🌼 He holds your hand in his, strokes your cheek, when no one is around to see he cries. He can't believe hes let this happen to you, he cant believe he let his girl get hurt. And he says it over and over again, "Im so sorry flower, shoulda been quicker, shoulda been me that got shot..."

🌼 He brings you flowers every day, refuses to leave your side, doesnt eat, hardly sleeps, it gets to a point where polly has to remind him that he wont be any good to you at all if he doesnt keep his strength up.

🌼 When youre awake he kisses you and showers you in affection, he talks to you to distract you from the pain, hes always asking if you're alright, if you need more pain relief, "You'll tell me if it hurts flower won't you, don't try to be brave..."

🌼 But he also tells you you are brave, that hes so proud of you for how good youre healing, how strong you are

🌼 When he gets to take you home he dotes on you, he hardly leaves your side unless its to get you something to eat or drink.

🌼 He wont let anyone else change your dressings, he has to do it because he wants to make sure theyre done proper, and also because he wants to see how the wound is healing, to make sure youre still okay.

🌼He kisses your bandages softly, does it to make you smile.

🌼 When you get a fever from the wound hes by your side nursing you through it with a cold cloth to your face to bring down the fever.

🌼 He actually gets so scared he lets Pol use her rememdies to heal you and they work just as shes always told the boys that they do.

🌼 You get bad dreams about what happened to you sometimes but you never tell him, he knows though and he holds you close to him, kisses you and reassures you, "won't ever let anything happen to you flower, gonna keep you safe,"

🌼 Tells you the scar is a sign how strong you are, makes you look dangerous... Which is hot... Kisses it whenever he can because he won't have you worrying youre not beautiful anymore.

Bonnie

🍀 He slit the throat of the man who did it, the cunt still had his gun to your head and his cock in his hand... Threatened to rape and kill you for being one of those Peaky Blinders' "pikey whore"

🍀He tried his best not to get any of the mans blood on you, slinging the body asside the second his kife had cut and dragged through the artery.

🍀When he saw the state you were in he dropped the knife and dropped to his knees to help you up. When Bonnie had slit the billy boy's throat the man had let go of you and youd collapsed partially from the pain, partially from fear, and partially from the shock.

🍀 Youve been shot, only to wound not to kill, it had been purely out of spite, to stun you into tumbling and not being able to escape. So youre covered in blood, a shaking wreck, sobbing. At first you don't recognise Bonnie because of your panic and you try to push him away from you thinking hes going to hurt you too.

🍀"Its me dove, its me your bonnie, dont fight me flower, im gonna take care of you, its me yeah, your bonnie..." he soeaks gently but he cant hide his fear, he needs to get you back to the settlement, to his father and the boswells who will be able to heal you.

🍀 He does blame himself for what happened but in the moment theres no time for guilt or self pity, he just has to make sure you're alright.

🍀He scoops you up, holds you tight to his body, not too tight that hes hurting but secure enough that you know he won't drop you or let go. He doesn't pay mind about getting blood on him and he lets you cry the whole way back.

🍀 When Aberama has to cut the bullet out of you Bonnie holds you with your back to his chest, his legs either side of you, its to keep you still but also secure.

🍀 "Well done brave girl, youre doing so well little dove, hold on just a little more, be over soon," kissing your hair, letting you bite down on his sleeve when the bullets being cut from you and the wounds being sterilized. It burns, so much you think you'll go insane from the searing of it. But bonnie holds you safe and secure the whole time.

🍀 He feels a little helpless watching someone else bandage your wound, but he does the best he can for you by staying calm, being the sturdy roots that you need to keep you grounded. His staying calm helps you to calm down and its his gentle voice which soothes you and eases your fear.

🍀 "Youre safe now little dove, Ive got you, safe with me,"

🍀Insists on being the one to wash you clean of blood and help you change into softer clothes for sleeping. He kisses your bandaged wound and carries you to bed.

🍀 Sits up and holds you all night, doesn't sleep, just watches you, he needs to know that youve found some peace in your dreams. And he also knows that he needs to be there for you in case you wake up frightened. Hes heard that can happen to people sometimes, they wake up and think its happening all over again.

🍀 He doesnt leave your side the next day, Tommy wants to speak with you about what happened but Bonnie won't let him near you. Tells him to wait. "Won't let you scare her anymore than she already is Mr Shelby, threaten me all you like but i fucking won't let it happen, you won't scare her..."

🍀When he talks to you about what happened he lets you cry, holds you in his arms and soothes you. "S'alright sweet girl he can't hurt you anymore," hes more than a little relieved to find out the evil bastard never got so far as to hurt you down there. That Bonnie got there before he could touch you.

🍀But that doesnt mean youre not suddenly terrified to be vulnerable, even with Bonnie. You cry about it cause you feel fucking stupid, every time your boy goes to touch you, even in the most innocent of ways, a hand your waist or hip, and you flinch. You feel pathetic but Bonnie reassures you its alright, its natural, that it'll pass. That he loves you.

🍀Whilst youre recovering he sits with you as often as he can, he sings to you, makes up stories for you, recites the ones you both remember from childhood. Brushes and plaits your hair, brings you flowers to weave through it.

🍀Goes out hunting to get you the best meat to help you recover, cooks you tasty stews that will help you heal. Probably fusses over you a little more than necessary.

🍀 He knows that being shut up indoors will make you miserable so when he thinks you're well enough he carries you down to the bank of the stream, lets you sit with your feet in the water. He'll stay with you, splash you with his feet, he enjoys seeing you smile and keeping your spirits up.

🍀The kids at the camp are all missing you and are worried but Bonnie is very protective and doesnt want them to exhaust you. Still when they want to come and see you he lets them visit you, give you kisses and bring you the little gifts theyve made or picked. "Just don't you go outdoing me ey little one..." he'll say to them.

🍀After awhile, when your wounds are healed and you're almost fully recovered, he catches you frowning in the mirror, your fingers grazing your scars. "You're beautiful little dove, prettiest girl in the whole wide world, no scars gonna change that,"

🍀It takes a long time for you to be confident going off on your own and reallty, nobody blames you for that, least of all Bonnie. He understands why you're so scared, thats why he crafts you a knife of your very own, one you can keep with you at all times. He teaches you how to use it so that you'll be able to protect yourself.

🍀He's extra posessive and protective of you after the event, whenever he can be he stays close to you, holding your hand, looking after you. He won't let you go into town on your own anymore either, he wants to be with you to keep you safe.

Isaiah

🐀You get cut by a man you reject in the bar you work in. He doesnt realise you're a Peaky boy's girl and when you turn down his attempts to charm you and then spit on him for spanking your arse as you passed his table, he breaks the bottle hes drinking from and cuts you with it.

🐀Isaiah isnt there when it happens but someone who recognises you calls for help.

🐀The other bar maid phones for Isaiah, tells him to come collect you. She tries to help you as best she can. It isn't hard to clear the bar out once she shouts that there'll be peaky boys here any moment.

🐀Then she sits you in one of the sofas and cleans your wounds trying to be careful. Theres a large chunk of glass wedges in your arm though which she knows well enough to leave alone, in case its the only thing keeping all your blood inside you.

🐀When Isaiah finds you there it breaks his heart to see his girl all bloody and in pain. Youve been being brave, trying not to cry, but when he tells you he can either take you to Pol or the hospital to get that glass taken out, you stifle a sob. You hate hospitals.

🐀He sits with you until Polly arrives and when she does she can't believe the sight of you. Isaiahs been doing his best to stop your bleeding from the smaller wounds but its hard when youve got so many of them.

🐀"fucking men, evil bastards, sometimes i think not a single one of you has any good left in you," she says as she gets to work cleaning and bandaging all the smaller wounds which freckle your arm with little cuts. Some are deeper than others and when she cleans them with vodka it burns so deep inside you you cant help but hiss and cry.

🐀But youre being brave because Isaiah is brave, he never gets scared snd so you want to show him youre just as strong as him.

🐀He holds you in his lap, you leaning back against his chest, your arm out on the table for Pol to fix up. All the time Isaiah is talking to you, telling you how well you're doing. "My brave girl, good girl, shhh youre doing so well love,"

🐀When Polly has to remove the glass he gives you his hat (the safe end) to bite down on because he knows its going to hurt. But you do well, gritting your teeth and breathing through the pain just like Polly tells you to.

🐀When youre all bandaged up and free to go home Isaiah takes you back to his place, carries you all the way home, through the front door and up the stairs to bed where he places you down gently and very carefully removes your clothes.

🐀He asks you where the man touched you and then touches you there, smooths his hands over your hips and your bottom being gentle and tender, before he kisses your shoulder and helps you into one of his shirts.

🐀He kisses your injured arm and hand over the bandages and then as you're finally going to sleep he promises he'll get the bastard who did this to you and make him pay.

🐀You help him actually, when youre feeling up to it the two of you start visiting local bars, looking for the man, he organises line ups at the factories Tommy controls until you recognise the man.

🐀And when you do Isaiah takes the mans eyes for you. You're not averse to watching bad men suffer and on this occasion you actually enjoy it a little.

🐀He doesn't blame himself for it happening but he blames the fact that he obviously hasnt made it clear enough to the people of birmingham that you are his girl. So from now on whenever youre out together he has one hand on you at all times. He also makes a huge show of pointing you out to a crowded room, "see this girl here yeah, this girl here is an honorary peaky blinder, so id watch your fuckin mouths when you talk to her!" "Dont fuck with the peaky blinders!"

🐀He will go all out making it known that if any man touches you again he'll fucking kill them.

🐀If you get scars from the shard of glass he'll make sure youre proud of them, he'll tell you it makes you look dangerous, lets men know they should think twice before fucking with you. He will tell you he thinks its a sexy scar, whatever that means.

Michael

☘️When Peaky Business means Michael finds you left on his doorstep beaten unconcious with a note from your attackers, promising war, shoved into your closed fist, Michael blames Tommy

☘️Naturally.

☘️He calls for his mother immediately, he doesn't trust all her healing techniques but he trusts her enough to know that she'll know exactly what you need, whether you're going to need a doctor or whether it looks worse than it really is.

☘️He also phones Tommy, "my fucking wifes just been returned to me, beaten half to death Tommy! What the fuck have you got us into now eh? And why the fuck have you let it get to my family?" he practically spitting down the phone at his cousin. Hes so angry and it doesnt help that Tommy is remaining calm. "Did they leave you a note Michael, letting you know who they are and what they want from you?" "Aye, of course they did..." "There we go then, you know who did it and you'll get the bastards that hurt your wife don't worry..."

☘️But he is worried and he sits by your bedside until you regain conciousness. Polly has you laid on the bed, clothes off so that she can bathe your wounds and clean you up. "Michael make yourself useful eh, you take this cloth and clean the blood... Gently,"

☘️His hands are trembling as he dabs at your battered body with the damp cloth, being careful not to hurt you. You keep groaning in your state of unconscious and its clear Michaels at a complete loss.

☘️He's devestated that something like this could happen to you and he doesnt know what to do.

☘️"Well talk to her love, you'll help her..."

☘️He doesn't know what to say but he holds your fragile hand in his and tries to be as soothing as he can.

☘️ "Youre alright now y/n me an Pol have got you eh, taking care of you... You've taken a beating but you're gonna be fine, promise you, I'll take good care of you sweetheart," hes being so serious its almost comical and when he says "youve my word," Polly has to hide her smirk.

☘️When shes satisfied youre going to be alright, no internal bleeding, no serious breaks, she says she'll leave the two of you in peace but instructs michael to call the second you wake up. She also tells him not to phone Tommy again, "I'll deal with your cousin don't you worry Michael..."

☘️ He has the maids make up the fire in your room and instructs the kitchen to prepare your favourite food. He knows eatings the last thing you'll want to do when you wake up but you've got to eat.

☘️When you wake youre confused and upset but youre also apologetic "Shouldn't have been out on me own Michael, im sorry i caused you trouble," but he wont have any of that. "No love, stop that right now i won't hear it, this wasnt youre fault, wasn't your fault at all,"

☘️ Will silence you with a kiss if you protest and try to apologise again.

☘️He will stay with you, put records on for you, he'll read to you from your favourite books.

☘️And when it comes to trying to get you to eat he'll sit with you, encouraging you, reminding you youve got to eat to help you regain your strength.

☘️At first you don't remember what happened and when Tommy tries to talk to you about it, to find out what they're dealing with he gets frustrated, makes you cry by putting too much pressure on you. Michael intervenes, gets up in Tommys face, eye to eye and speaks very clearly.

☘️"My wifes already been through enough for you Tommy, don't think I'm gonna let you bully her eh? Show some fucking respect!"

☘️They argue about whats best for you, and whats best for the family.

☘️ But in the end Michael loses the argument and has to let Tommy talk to you again.

☘️"Alright, alright fine you can try again, but this time you talk to her fuckin nicely..."

☘️When the two of you are left alone that evening he is so soft and caring with you, he is always asking you if youre alright, if you need anything.

☘️Its almost annoying... Almost

☘️"What i needs my husband..." "I'm hear love anything at all anything you need..." "Wasn't finished Michael, what i needs me husband to calm down, stop worrying so much and come give his wife a cuddle,"

☘️Hes hesitant to get too close to you because hes worried hes going to hurt you, you've some very nasty bruises and a broken rib, youve got bandages over your arms and around your torso. He's convinced theres not a single place he could touch you without causing you pain.

☘️But after some reassurance and serious pleading and pouting and looking like you might cry if he doesnt hug you, he puts his arms around you gingerly and lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

☘️Once you're there he relaxes, perhaps this was all either of you needed all along. He feels so much better with you safe in his arms and you feel so relieved to finally be able to feel him next to you.

☘️ You struggle to sleep at night from the pain and also from the bad dreams about what happened to you but Michael never leaves you alone and although sometimes he gets grumpy from lack of sleep, he never takes it out on you. He's soft and tender and soothes you back to sleep.

☘️Pays for the best medical care he can for you, gets you the pain relief you need.

☘️Brings you gifts, sweet pastries, chocolates, the fanciest treats he can find for you. Buys you pretty things for you to wear when youre better.

☘️Gets you a dog, a big one who is loving and friendly to you, but who Michael can train to attack anyone who threatens you.

☘️ "For when I'm not around eh, to keep you safe and sound,"

#Tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #John shelby x reader #Peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders imagines #Bonnie gold x reader #Arthur Shelby x reader #Alfie solomons x reader #Michael gray x reader

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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MC's mom: Good luck with your interview.

MC: *grins* I'll be sure to nail it!

MC's mom: *teary-eyed, smiling* Time really flies. You were just a baby some years ago and now, you're going to be a teacher.

MC: Hehe~. Once I've passed my interview, I'll treat to the most expensive restaurant!

MC's mom: We don't have the money for that. *chuckles*

MC's mom: You need to go now. You'll be late.

MC: See you later, mom! *pecks her on the cheek then left*

Crowley: Let's see... Hmm. You graduated from a community college.

MC: *beams* Yes!

Crowley: You have good GPA and has received numerous awards.

Crowley: However, you seem to be lacking about something.

MC: Hm?

Crowley: It says here that you possess no magic. How did that happen?

MC: Hehe~ I don't know how to explain it. Let's just say I wasn't blessed to have one.

Crowley: Hm. Well, Night Raven College is a school of magic. I can't accept you to be one of its teachers.

MC: ...

MC: So, are you discriminating me because I have no magic, sir?

Crowley: Not at all. What I'm saying here is—

MC: That's the only factor that I see here, sir. But let me remind you that in the Ministry of Education, there should be no discrimination whether a teacher possesses magic or not as long as they have received necessary training to teach students.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I can't argue with that. However, our students are quite... troublesome. How would you protect yourself if something happens?

MC: If that's the only worry that you have, sir, then how about I challenge you to a duel?

Crowley: A duel, you say? Hahahaha! That is funny. You're amusing. I give you that.

MC: *who seems confident*

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Don't blame me if you end up receiving a lot of injuries.

MC: Same to you, sir!

Crowley: Professor Trein...

Professor Trein: I'm here, headmage.

Crowley: *is on the stretcher* Process their application for me— Ow.

Professor Trein: *has witnessed their duel together with other teachers*

Professor Trein: They're surprisingly strong and smart for someone who doesn't possess magic.

Crowley: Let's put them in the disciplinary department...

The housewardens: *found out what happened to Crowley*

Leona: Ha. Serves him right.

Riddle: You shouldn't say that about our headmage, Leona.

Leona: Why? He's obviously getting weak for him to get beaten up by a magicless teacher.

Kalim: But isn't that cool?

Azul: Indeed. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from them.

Vil: Yes. Since you need it a lot.

Azul: *frowns*

Idia: What year are they teaching?

Riddle: First-year.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst crowley #twst trein #twst riddle #twst vil #twst leona #twst idia #twst azul #twst kalim #twst professor mc

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alittlehurtwithyourcomfort · 3 months

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The Dragon Prince Whumplist

Character: Callum (voiced by Jack DeSena)

Age Rating: TV-Y7 (FV)

Show available on Netflix

Genre: Animation, Found Family, Action, Adventure, Fantasy

Synopsis: In the magical land of Xadia, magic comes from six primal sources: the sun, moon, stars, sky, earth and ocean. When human mages create a seventh kind of magic -- dark magic -- they start capturing and harvesting the unique magical creatures they need as ingredients, which sparks a war between Xadia and the Human Kingdoms. Three kids from opposite sides of the conflict -- two princes and an elven assassin sent to kill them -- discover a secret that could change everything and decide to join forces and go on an epic journey. That trek could be their only hope of ending the war and restoring peace to both worlds. (Via Google)

Notes: This show is GOOD. If you like ATLA, you'll enjoy this. It gets progressively darker and more violent as the show goes on, so fair warning for that. The relationships between the characters are amazing, and there's also great diverse representation! I highly recommend.

TW's: Violence, mild blood/gore (audio/visual gets worse in later seasons), death, child abuse/neglect, child endangerment, emetophobia (very mild), mild torture

List Key:

bold = most whump, best whump, or favorite whump scenes

~ = a scene break

THIS LIST CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES!

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1x01: sparring ~~ upset, argued

1x02: teary-eyed, emotional goodbye ~~ knocked around, holding his head ~~ threatened

1x03: betrayed, stressed ~~ manhandled, restrained, voice taken (by magic), heavy breathing ~~ scared, gets voice back and coughing ~~ terrified, shocked and teary-eyed, out of breath

1x04: stressed ~~ held at swordpoint

1x05: stressed

1x06: extremely worried, scared

1x07: emotional conversation, stressed

1x08: scared

1x09: scared, stressed

2x01: sad, stressed

2x02: extremely emotional, sobbing ~~ grieving

2x03: grieving, worried, teary-eyed ~~ sobbing, comforted ~~ betrayed

2x04: stressed

2x05: grieving, stressed

2x06: crying

2x07: glowing eyes, passes out, concern for him ~~ helped to stand, weak

2x08: helped to walk, delirious, weak ~~ in pain, delirious, unconscious ~~ terrifying dreams ~~ concern for him ~~ struggling to breathe, concern for him

2x09: still struggling to breathe, held, concern for him, wakes up gasping

3x01: stressed

3x02: none

3x03: stressed

3x04: stressed

3x05: stressed

3x06: emotional

3x07: out of breath, almost passes out

3x08: frustrated

3x09: stressed ~~ choked, gasping for air ~~ crying, terrified, almost falls

4x01: stressed ~~ startled ~~ solemn, crying

4x02: stressed, startled

4x03: angry ~~ solemn

4x04: angry ~~ scared, choking, half-collapsed, possessed, body puppeteered, glowing eyes ~~ still possessed, concern for him, collapsed, unconscious, held

4x05: crying, choked up ~~ emotional conversation

4x06: stressed

4x07: emotional conversation, "i need you to kill me", talking about possession

4x08: stressed ~~ sleeping spell, weak, collapsed unconscious

4x09: rough awakening, scared

5x01: stressed

5x02: stressed

5x03: stressed

5x04: terrified, worried about his aunt

5x05: stressed

5x06: none

5x07: half-collapsed, magical exhaustion, struggling to breathe, helped to stand, supported, concern for him ~~ tired ~~ hands chained behind his back, chin grabbed/manhandled

5x08: unconscious, chained to a pole, shaky breathing, slowly waking up, scared, threatened, electrocuted/beaten (off-screen)~~ slowly waking up, still chained, blood and bruises on his face, heavy breathing, in pain, chin grabbed/manhandled ~~ scared ~~ manhandled, hands chained behind his back, stumbling, collapsed/forced to his knees, concern for him, weak ~~ extremely worried, yelling, angry, knocked out ~~ chained, struggling, pained voice, collapsed ~~ weak, "blood freezing", choked, gasping in pain, struggling, dropped, struggling to breathe, concerned ~~ sad, concern for him, hugged, guilty

5x09: concerned ~~ slammed into the ground, restrained

#whump #whump community #whumplist #whump blog #whumplists #whump recs #whump list #animated whump

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squidsniaki · 11 months

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Honey, I'm home!

Just headcanons between the reader and Vash who just moved in together.

WARNINGS: Literally none, this is pure fluff. The reader is gender neutral and the setting is modern/irl. Enjoy!

Let's face it, he's unbearable the first few days. But in an oddly charming way. He makes an emphasis whenever he addresses the fact that the two of you now share most of your belongings. He would do stuff like prepare dinner and then call for you saying stuff such as "dinner's served! you know, at OUR table!"

The first time the two of you walk through the threshold, he absolutely insists that you let him carry you in. There is no arguing, not when he's staring at you like a beaten god damned labrador.

So, he tries. Emphasis on the "tries". Because, guess what? The man is so excited that he ends up messing up in all the possible ways. Your head definitely hits the doorframe, and while he's panicking and apologizing Vash loses his balance and the two of you land on the floor. In his defense, you're inside at that point. While the two of you laugh like it's the funniest joke out there, he gives you the corniest grin and just says "uh... nailed it?" You lose it on the spot.

Every day, he says he'll make you breakfast. Every day he oversleeps and you make it for him instead, gently ruffling his hair while he pouts and setting his brew on the nightstand saying "you'll get there, hon." You never really had confidence in that one, but you didn't mind. Making him breakfast first thing in the morning was oddly a charming way for you to spend the first moments of your days. The pride on his face and the surprise on yours when he finally makes good on his promise.

He announces his return. Every. Single. TIME. It's gotten to the point that at a certain hour, when you know his shift's been over for a while now, you just expect it. He even held a grudge when you didn't say "welcome back" that one time. He walked around the apartment all evening, just kicking dust and grumbling. You had the best solution though. "Are you still angry?" "...no." "Ah, well... damn. I guess i'm gonna have to eat these honey glazed donuts with strawberry filling and ALLLLL these sprinkles all by myself." And he just jumps you, hugging you so tightly you feel like you might get crushed. "Over it! Now hand over the goods."

You do not. I repeat, you do NOT sleep separately. Hot outside? Vash will start the fan. You came back late after work and don't want to wake Vash up? Though shit, he's already pulling you down, ignoring your nagging that you gotta shower first. He didn't move in with you, the love of his life, so that one of you ends up sleeping on the couch. Try him, he'll swear he'll throw the damn thing out the window.

Affectionate to the bone, both of you. While more often than not Vash is the one to pepper you with it, you have your moments. And these things can be subtle, too. Sometimes it's just a hand on your hip, a shoulder touching your own. But sometimes it's so much more, like ruffling of hair, or kisses on his beauty mark. He's so grateful for you. And what he's grateful for, he cherishes.

With different work schedules, you tend to miss each other in the morning or in the evening. And when either of you comes back home late, neither of you wants to disturb their sleeping lover. But at some point, you've just developed this... instinct, I guess? Even before the apartment door opens, you just know Vash is back. You stir awake, rubbing the sleep off your eyes with a yawn. Your getting up is lazy and clumsy, tripping over your stretched out night socks. That's okay, Vash is there to make sure you don't kiss the floor. You kiss his cheek instead, and while he nags you to go back to sleep, you just follow him around until you're both back in your shared bed. For all the complaining he does, he can't deny how his heart skips a beat every single time.

I've had fun with this one! Admittedly, I wrote it while I was talking a bus back home from work so it's pretty short. Just something that kept me occupied during the traffic 💕

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#trigun stampede #vash x you #vash x reader #reader insert #vash the stampede #trigun #domestic life #alternate universe #au #fluff #sfw #headcanons

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pitchouna · 6 days

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Meeting Goku x reader headcanons!!

(It's an AU where Chi-chi doesn't meet Goku because I love my girl and I simply hate angst.)

May be ooc since it's my first time writing </3 but overall it's just Fluff!!

Haven't checked for any spelling mistakes I'm too lazy.

Okay so I've recently became a Goku simp and Dragon Ball lover, and I've noticed there's little to no works about him. Which surprised me with how popular the DB series are. Anyways we'll talk about this another time let's begin!!

To Begin, you and Goku met during the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament where you both fought.

Even though you were beaten easily, Goku was amazed to find a strong woman for the first time. He immediately fell in love. (he's too dumb to figure it out and needed Krillin's help.)

Which lead him to ask to train and spar together when you'd both be free. So like everyday.

But of course it wasn't enough interaction for our lovely saiyan so Krillin's helped his best bud having dates ideas such as going to the beach together, going on restaurants (sadly you're the one paying

You two even nap together!!

As you guys may know, this man has got no experience about what personal space means.

So don't be surprised if you get trapped in a hug randomly if you guys nap together!!

No matter how far your beds are he'll randomly find a way to stick with you.

Of course there are some days where Goku may piss you off..

For exemple, when he asks too many dumb questions that your brain just want to disconnect.

Or when you simply don't want to train yet Goku doesn't understand why since training is literally all his life so he could be overwhelming without knowing it.

So you see theses excuses we use when we're too lazy to go out with friends? That was your first thought.

You'll sick to not train since it's the only way to escape training you found yet.

With how dumb he is, you could easily avoid the senzu beans solution.

Unless someone reminds him about it... ( Either it's Krillin, Yamcha etc... )

When learning who told him about it you'll always have a grudge against them.

You'll always be able to count on Bulma though!! Since she knows how men could be such a pain.

Y'all are besties forever and goes shopping at least once in the month (She's such a generous BFF she'll pay for everything)

You both always gossip.

However, Goku hates the days when you go hang out with Bulma.

He's just so bored.. Even if he can train, nap and eat as much as he'd like which is supposed to be his favourite hobbies it won't help..

He just has the need urge to see you!!

So sometimes, when he knows where you and Bulma hangs out, he'll randomly pop up out of nowhere with the Nimbus cloud.

Disappointed, Bulma still gets the message and sometimes will leave you two alone.

"Huh leaving already Bulma? You usually stay longer!" You exclaimed confused as why she was packing up so early.

"Sorry n/n! I just remembered I have a special meeting with some scientists!! Here's the money to pay for the addition. See ya!!" Bulma said in a rush as she left too much money on the table.

"Hold on Bulma you-" You were about to yell so she could take the money back before Goku interrupted you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"It's too late Y/n she's already gone now! Why don't you accept the money?" Goku said with his usual innocent which made you sigh in disbelief. Yet you didn't felt like scolding him right now you were too tired.

"I hope you don't want us to spar or train right now.. I'm too lazy." You mumbled with an irritated voice not wanting to deal with that right now.

"Heheee.. I just wanted to see you!!" Goku chuckled with his usual goofy smile that you started to like so much (But you didn't wanted to admit it yet...)

"You interrupted me and Bulma for that?.."

"But she has to go anyways!!"

"... Fair point."

Too lazy to argue further you just decided to let him win only this time. Since it was very late and you are the laziest person ever.

"Oh!" You heard Goku yell and wondered what that was about.

"Hm? What's up?" You asked him wanting to know what's on his mind.

"How about I take you on a ride home on the Nimbus? We'll get to watch the stars together!!" Goku said patting the Yellow cloud beside him.

"I guess I wouldn't mind..." You said as a small smile appears on your face.

Knowing that only pure-hearted people can go on it you decided to put a hand on the Nimbus and not to your surprise it went through it. Goku seemed very surprised though.

"How? You're one of the kindest person I know!!" Goku frowned wondering why that didn't work but you just chuckled at how innocent and cute dumb he was.

"That's not how it works Goku.."

"How does it works then?"

"I'll explain you another day. I'm too lazy right now... But what do we do now??

After your question, Goku put a hand on his chin thinking about a solution. He found it faster that what you were expecting.

" What about you get on my lap?" Goku said smilling innocently which made you blush.

"Why are you all red so suddenly Y/n??" You just brush it off not wanting to break his innocence of the poor guy.

"Just forget it alright? I'll go on your lap."

Goku chuckles in happiness hearing this. He wasted no time sitting on the Nimbus cloud and putting you on his lap.

He also took the opportunity to place his chin on your head. Which made you blush a little.

"Ready Y/n ?" Goku said Holding your waist. Too lazy as always you just nodded with a hum.

The Nimbus started to make it's way towards your home, as you took the opportunity to watch the beauty of the sky.

Goku smiled at your amazement, he found you so cute.

" Like what you're seeing Y/n?" Goku asked, his happiness obvious in his voice.

However, he heard nothing.

"Y/n ??" Goku asked looking at you just to find you asleep.

Oh well... He was already happy having you in his arms

He made a big detour to enjoy this moment even if you were sleeping.

Oh my god this took much longer than expected... The way I decided to randomly write headcanons out of nowhere instead of finishing my homeworks is wild. I hope y'all will like this!! If not I'll probably kms but it was very fun to write though!!

Will maybe do that another time if I don't forget this account 😭😭

Take care <33

#goku x reader #son goku #goku imagine #goku #dbz goku #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #kakarot #elysia

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 10 months

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What if SO came home beaten up and bruised. When asked they say they were jumped on the way home but managed to get away. What would the bois do?

Undertale Sans - First of all, he's taking you to the hospital. You're clearly in pain, and some of you injuries look bad. Second, he will convince you to call Undyne to do a report. He won't force you if you don't want, but you got assaulted and these guys could as well do it again to people not as lucky as you were. And then he hugs you and tries to light the mood a bit to help you calm down.

Undertale Papyrus - He quickly checks you and heals all of your injuries while you're telling him what happened. He can see you're shaking, and he doesn't like it. Papyrus hugs you tight and assures you that the danger is gone now and that maybe you should explain everything to Undyne so these guys doesn't do it again.

Underswap Sans - His expression shifts from happy to see you to very serious in seconds. He tells you to come home and to explain everything. As a police officer, Blue convinces you to let him fill a report so he can search any video of your assault on the town cameras. He finds the guys in minutes once it's done and he's going to arrest them personnally. You'll sleep better that day.

Underswap Papyrus - He winces with you everytime he's bandaging one of your injuries. You can see he is very nervous, always checking you every ten minutes or so to make sure you're really ok. He really didn't like that. He tries to fill a report to his brother, but Blue said it's you who has to do it and you don't want to. He will try to convince you all evening.

Underfell Sans - He feels terribly guilty the second you said it was monsters as it can only be Edge's rivals. You can see he doesn't want to freak you out and tries his best to comfort you, but he's really agitated. As soon as you're asleep, he's getting out of bed to stand guard. If they didn't kill you, that was a warning and that means they might come back. As soon as Edge comes home, he's going to search for informations.

Underfell Papyrus - He stays silent and doesn't look you in the eyes, fists clenched tight. He tries so hard to control his feelings right now. He assures you it won't happen again, and stays with you until you fall asleep. He then leaves the house. Some of his rivals are going to die tonight. Red is standing guard in the house, making sure you're ok.

Horrortale Sans - He's overprotective once you tell him what happened, clinging to you and growling at every thing he finds too menacing. You can tell he got a bit triggered. You try to assure him you're alright but he won't listen to you. He's going to be like this for a few days. He just wants to be sure you're not going to die on him you know.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not taking it well. He is happy you're ok, but the humans that assault you seems to be the one that assaulted him too a few weeks ago. He thought it was just an isolated accident, but now with you targeted as well, maybe you two should go talk to the police. You both wince as the police usually don't believe monsters, but maybe if you're here... You don't like this.

Swapfell Sans - He says nothing, simply comforting you and mimizing the whole thing. As soon as you're not looking though? He searches the town cameras, then sent two of his snipers take care of the problem. Here you go. No one will ever find their bodies.

Swapfell Papyrus - You feel bad. Rus and Nox are arguing in the living room, screaming at each other, because the description you made of the monsters who attacked you is similar to some of Nox's rivals. Rus is pissed off and says it's his brother's fault if there's still in danger, because he keeps accepting blindly to work for the Queen. Nox tries to justify himself, but Rus is clearly winning. Nox promises to take care of the problem, and is even a bit nicer with you the next few days. You can tell he's trying to make it up for his rival's mistake. Rus, though, will need some time to calm down.

Fellswap Gold Sans - As soon as you come home, he says he knows and that those guys won't hurt you again. Also, what they stole from you is on the table. You... You prefer to not question it for your own sanity. His James Moriarty vibes are too strong for you.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee is clinging to you all night long. He warned Wine the second you came in, then Wine left the house without a word and you have such a bad feeling. Coffee might have overdone the bandages though. You're looking like a mummy as he bandaged 90% of your body. You prefered not to say anything by fear he bursts in tears and has a panic attack. You prefer to forget the whole day.

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The dark side of Yandere Narancia

Author's Note: I wanted to make sure I established Narancia as a dangerous yandere. He is my favorite but he is more than just "UwU He baby". Also, this is a post-canon Everyone Lives AU.

((Warning: Threats, guilt-tripping, manipulation, unhealthy toxic relationship, implied stalking, delusional thinking, codependency.))

To summarize Yan!Nara: Narancia Ghirga is a bubbly cheerful ball of energy. When he's around you, he often shows off that signature big grin of his. Narancia is just so dedicated to you, and hangs on your every word. He indulges in your passions, even if he doesn't understand them, because he loves you so much!

Yandere MBTI: Reverent, Delusional, Manipulative, Lenient.

Yandere Type: Simp - The Obsessive Lovestruck type.

The biggest flaw(s) of Yandere Narancia Ghirga: He's a clingy, whiny, guilt-tripping, tantrum-throwing attention whore.

There are levels to Narancia's unhinged behavior:

Level 1

When he's not doing mafia work or hanging with the boys, he's bothering you.

He overtly invades your privacy and your personal space.

He doesn't see anything wrong with breaking and entering or even walking in on you naked.

"Don't worry! It's just me! I didn't break your locks! Oh, could you give me a key? I can help out with bills!"

Level 2

If you decline spending time with him, he will whine and insist you change your mind.

Doesn't matter if you're busy with work/school/drama. PAY ATTENTION TO HIM.

He'll try to bribe you for your time with expensive dates and gifts.

"There's this cool place I wanna take you to!"

"I got the new video game you wanted! Special Edition!"

"I got front row concert tickets to see Trish Una!"

Level 3

You also know his backstory, so he's hoping to use that to guilt trip you into doing what he wants.

If you insist on not going out with him, he will pout and tear-up.

He'll also complain how no one wants to hang out with him, giving a fake apology for bothering you.

"I just.... thought we were close...."

Level 4

If guilt-tripping doesn't work, he will resort to anger. It isn't towards you, it's towards people distracting you from him and his love.

His go-to move is threatening people with a switchblade to leave you alone.

If the problem is someone you're close to, he'll get the Bucci gang create a non-violent solution.

"Sucks that your sister cancelled on you! I got snacks to cheer you up!?"

Level 5

As a last resort, he will appear to you right after a mission. He's beaten, bleeding, barely conscious, and you'll have to rush him to the hospital.

You end up pitying him, leading to you visiting him and helping him recover. You'll even get Passione's gratitude for saving the Don's closest friend.

Ironically, gaining the trust of Italy's biggest mafia makes it harder to leave Nara, fearing it'd be seen as betrayal to do so.

You're not sure if Don Giovanna is the type to kill over minor grievances, and don't want to find out.

Hence, you're stuck with Narancia.

"I know it was meant to be! Everyone in the famaglia loves you! BTW, Giorno wants to have dinner with us! It's weird hearing you say 'Don Giovanna'."

Level 6

He really likes having a switchblade around.

When Narancia's presence puts you on-edge, he also becomes on-edge. He starts fidgeting with the knife in your presence.

What a 'coincidence' that whenever you let him do what he wants, the switchblade goes away!

"Chill! I'm not gonna hurt you with it. It's a nervous tic I got! I don't like arguing! Can't we just cuddle?!"

Extra thoughts on Nara:

It's not a matter of if you get to level 6. It's a matter of when. He will still call and text you repeatedly while he's on missions. If you don't attempt to text/call him back often, you will face his wrath when he returns home. If you get past Narancia's smothering, volatile, and delusional behavior, he's a gentle loving boyfriend who worships you. Things could get alot worse from here, but I want to keep this post Safe For Work.

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 10 months

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Hi mate, how’ve you been? I was wondering if I could request a little mandrake x femme reader drabble, if you don’t mind? I’ve been scrolling through the epic tag aimlessly over the weekend cuz I was on vacation and remembered that you had done some requests yourself! Oh and thx sm for your support with my own stuff! <3

Wounds| Mandrake

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Reader: Female Reader| Mandrake x reader

Notes: Sorry for the lack of fics. I've been working so much, tbh It's stupid...

Warnings: mentions of wounds

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"You can't come in here- The king!-!" A gaurd shouted.

"Move! Or you'll never have kids again!" Y/n ordeded dress hiked up in her hands and on a tyrant.

He was quick to move Y/n moving forward. The one guard was luckily he was given mercy by her.

"Mandrake!" She shouted, causing the forest to flinch.

"Keep her out of here." Mandrake ordered his gaurds lazily, slumped over in his throne: beaten, cuts and brusies freshly fixed up.

The gaurds looked at each other and then separated themselves to give Y/n a pathway.

"You're dead!" Y/n contuined to rage.

Walking past the two gaurds. He only sighed, hand covering his face, his elbow supporting his upper body weight.

"What is your problem!? Are you serious!?" Y/n shouted.

"Please give me some peace and quiet!" He ordeded.

A big mistake; she was already mad, now she was furious.

"Peace and Quiet!? You want peace and quiet!?" Y/n argued, her nostrils flaring in anger: "I tried to give you peace and quiet! The whole Kingdom! But you and that Leafman idiot commander can't keep your hands off each other!"

"Do not word it that way-"

"What?! Honesty tick you off now?!" Y/n snapped. He glanced at her, and she started her pacing: "I'll have to meet with Queen Tara again! You and Ronin need to either back off or get married to one another! I already solved the border issue and now!-"

Her voice raged on a she turned to look at him, her voice falling to silence. Mandrake looked beat up, badly beat up. For only a moment she argued with herself; "I..." he started, "know you have been working hard, for peace...thank you,"

Y/n sighed, walking her way over; up the small steps to his throne, she kneeled at the base of his throen, he was slumped over making it easier for her to get a better look at his face, he hiding brusies under the hand which covered his face.

"Let me see." She spoke softly.

"I'm fine-"

Mandrake paused as she pushed his hand away softly, she frowning at the bruise forming under his eye.

"Have you..." Y/n started, reaching out to touch his face; his flinching, "so you haven't..."

Y/n looked back and called for a gaurd: "Get my medical equipment please, it's in my room," She told.

"Yes, my Queen." He responded and rushed off to do as ordered.

She turned around back to him as she cupped his cheek: he leaned into it: "What happened," y/n asked softly.

"It seems you know the answer to that." Mandrake answered. He sounded just as exhausted as he looked.

"My queen."

Y/n turned her head a gaurd there with her bag, "Thank you." She spoke taking it from him.

Y/n was quick to open the bag and look through her bottles of Tonics. She picking one out.

"What does that have in it?"

"Root-"

"Pine root?"

"Mhm-"

"No."

"I know it stings but it heals the best-"

Y/n put some on some cotton she had in another glass, and lifted her hand up to clean his wounds. Yet he blocked her.

"Mandrake-"

"No-"

"It's going to get infected if I don't clean it." Y/n argued.

"It stings-"

"Maybe you shouldn't of gone into a fight then."

He winced as she blotted his face: he hissing as she cleaned his wounds.

"I know. Im sorry." Y/n answered, quick to finish and pull away: "Where else?"

"Surely you don't think I'm going to undress for you in front of my own men." He teased; his eyes switching sides to look her way.

"If I asked?" She asked; sat all pretty on the backs of her feet, looking at him with the wish only to help.

"no." Mandrake answered.

"Damn it." Y/n cursed.

"You know that doesn't work on me," Was his response, she getting her bag back together, closing it up as she stood.

"That's not what you said a night ago." She snarked back, a smile across her face.

The guards standing attention at the entry way tried to hold it together.

"Damn sounds like Im getting more action than the boss?" A third grumbled to her coulleges.

"What was that!?" Mandrake shouted.

"Nothing, sir!" They were quick to answer.

"Be nice to the kids." Y/n protested, holding her hand out, "come on love, lets go and finsih patching you up."

#x reader #x female reader #female reader #epic 2013 fanfic #Epic Mandrake #mandrake #epic 2013 #epic 2013 x reader #epic (movie)#Epic Drabble #Epic (2013) Drabble #Mandrake x reader

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an-aspiration · 9 months

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Run

warnings: violence-weapons- angst

summary: the w people attack Alexandria, y /n and carl already fighting are forced to huddle together and get over it xoxo. 1683 words

Its a semi cloudy day, perfect for relaxing inside and doing nothing. It was also turning out great. You woke up, got dressed, remembered you have snacks downstairs, and started cleaning up. When you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth you hear your bedroom door open. Peaking out you see its carl, not surprised, since you guys go back and forth “sharing rooms”

"Oh good your up. Did you finish the spare shampoo I had under the sink?"

You covered your mouth trying to be polite and not laugh at his sternness "Uh yeah sorry I can ask Daryl to put that on the list. You'll get it by tomorrow."

He furrowed his brow "K."

"Whats your problem its just shampoo."

"God my problem is you. "

You were taken aback at how fast he snapped back at you. He didn’t usually act like an asshole but you knew he would eventually get out of his little mood swing. Internally you decided to help him get out of it faster by arguing.

You rolled your eyes "oh please elaborate! Because I'm sorry your having a bad morning but that has hardly anything to do with me."

"you're useless. Your ass doesn't do anything except hang around your little friends and eat shit. What good are you?"

Turning from the mirror to him you mustered up the meanest look you could. Then popped the tooth brush out of your mouth and rinsed preparing to go off on him. Who does he think he is calling you useless? He was just your 'bff' yesterday and now he's acting like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"First I am not useless. Do you even think before you speak because that doesn't make sense at all considering I am the one changing Judith's diapers, cleaning both your room, hers, and mine every week, and on top of that cooking your meals, so please come get me when your attitude is looking up. Cause I don't know who put you in this mood but its your job to get out of it."

You walked past him scoffing. Downstairs you grabbed your walkman, a bag of grapes, rollerskates and walked out the door.

You had been rolling around the neighborhood for a little while, enjoying the fresh air and exercise. Eventually, you came across a bench and decided to take a rest. As you sat down, you reached into your bag and pulled out a handful of juicy grapes. As you savored the sweet flavor, your mind wandered to thoughts of Deana and her parties. You realized that you could really use some fun right now, and hoped that Deana would throw another one soon. In the meantime, you decided to listen to some music on your Walkman. You scrolled through your playlist and selected "Rehab" by Lana Del Rey, letting the cute melody wash over you as you enjoyed a moment of peaceful solitude on the bench.

You sat there soaking in your thoughts mindlessly eating your grapes. You started noticing small things that you didn't notice before like how lifeless everything looked when it wasn't sunny. It made you think of Winter which was coming close. The thought of Christmas warmed your heart, but made you wonder how different it would be celebrating during the end of the world. Surely parents want their kids to have something like that. You definitely would even at your age.

Or maybe-

"HELP"

You quickly jerked out of your train of thought at the sound. Was someone hurt? Looking around you didn't see anything. But something told you to get somewhere safe. You stood up gathering your things shaking, when you started hearing more screams. Startled you just grabbed your roller skates and ran in the direction of your house. As you turned a corner you saw the mayhem. People cut into pieces and random people running around with machetes and other weapons. Now officially scared out of your mind you sprinted as fast as you could.

Morgan was in shackles, people being sliced, beaten. You caught a glimpse of someone with a 'W' on their forehead. The group Rick and morgan were murmuring about got inside the walls and are killing everyone. As you neared the house you heard someone laughing close behind you.

fuck.

"No no no no" You Turned your head to see who it was and you almost started crying. A big, probably three hundred pound, man was running behind you with a spear. You picked up the pace still a block away from the house.

You looked to your right hoping Rick or someone was gonna shoot him but instead you saw a handgun laying on the sidewalk. You bolted to it and immediately picked it up and blindly fired two shots in his direction.

One hit his arm holding the spear. You went to shoot again but *click*. You panicked then he charged at you then you fell back. Now your heart was beating faster than ever hoping you didn't just get yourself killed. He was on top of you and you stupidly threw a punch but it hit him. Blood trickled down his cheek and landed on you. He hissed at the pain, not from your power, but from the four cheap and prickly rings you had on. Before he turned back to hit back you pulled out your knife from your boot about to pierce his neck when a shot sounded. You winced then realized Carl had shot him.

You quickly wiggled from underneath him as you had tried earlier then stood up and wiped the blood off your jaw, still in shock.

"I had it."

"Barely." He said in a cocky manner, but with some sympathy in his voice. "Are you okay?''

"um.........Yeah i'm okay." You said

Now you were feeling faintish after only having grapes as a meal for the day and all the stress you had just been through. It seemed he had noticed this too because he grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the chaos back home.

A couple of hours passed, you were boiling noodles for a classic spaghetti in the kitchen. It felt strange casually cooking a meal after what happened. But there seemed to not be any right way to deal with the fact that you almost become road kill.

Carl was upstairs probably putting Judith to sleep and getting into his pajamas. Your feet began to tingle, a sign they were falling asleep so you decided to stroll over to the counter and sit there after turning the simmer down. You ran your soft hands through your hair then slowly rubbed your temples. You heard him come downstairs.

"Hey y/ n"

You looked up "Hey Carl, whats up?"

"Nothin, just uh put Judith down. Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah i'm as good as I can be at the moment. I just have a raging headache. Also- where did the others go?"

"Oh they were helping people clean up, now their at Deana's." He paused "But I just wanted to talk to you about this morning.. Im sorry for being um rude. I didn't mean what I said obviously I was just well.. I don't know. I'm also sorry because its my fault you were out there when the people attacked anyway. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes I forgive you" you said slightly giggling "I can't stay mad at you for long but thank you for also saving my life. Even if it was your fault I was out there you could have chose not to save me, your best friend, but you did."

He smiled at the way you punctuated best friend "yeah" He sat in the chair next to you staring at his hands as if he was thinking about saying something.

As you rose to attend to the food, he said, "Best friend huh?" to which you simply replied, "Yep haha". However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when he asked, "Have you ever thought of like... being more?"

You stood frozen for a second, before realizing he was probably watching you from behind.

You had considered this possibility before, but you didn't want to complicate things by bringing it up. The thought of him rejecting you made you feel uneasy, wondering if he would be scrutinizing your every move after. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered in the back of your mind every time you saw him, thought about it, hell even dreamt about him. You thought it was time to confront him about it, or at least bring it up in conversation. You didn't want to be paranoid, but you also didn't want to ignore your instincts.

"hmm well" you said teasing him a little "what do you mean?"

"I'm just being dumb or whatever"

"No, your not, tell me" You said turning around and smiling. This gave him hope that you would feel the same.

"It's just, I woke up in a bad mood cause I overheard you with your friends last night talking about me. You said I come on too strong and It's obvious who I like and-"

"Oh my god no carl" you interupted " I wasn't talking about you I was talking about Abraham and Sasha. I love them both but it's so funny watching their little friends to lovers trope"

He laughed "ohhh, my bad um" "Well sorry for that too. But what I'm trying to say is I like you. I thought you didn't like me back so I got mad but- It's okay if you don't like me back I just needed to tell you because I couldn't hold on to that secret anymore." he said nervously running his hand through his hair.

You smiled and looked at him. You felt like everything that you didn't expect to happen today was happening at the strangest times.

"That- well I like you too. I was too scared to tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same way"

"Really?"

You nodded.

He stood up and walked over to your spot grabbing the warm wooden spoon from your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

pt2??

A/N! :

HEY!! first post on this acc lmaoo. I posted this on watt pad originally like a month ago along with two other imagines (if you wanna check them out: leinsburg666) I wont be posting them here bc personally i think they are booty and i wrote them two months ago I’m obviously a new person duhh. but anyways i’m gonna write some more like this and PLEASE leave requests like good lord i will probably reply to all of them since i’m not sure a lot of people will see this bc the carl/reader fandom died in like 2018. hope this was enjoyable thoo 🩷

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