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How Will Your FS See You ?
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Pile 1
I'm seeing a vision. A girl is gathering flowers and playing in the sun between trees. At the same time, a man is looking at her like she is his whole world.
What this tells me is that there is a very clear distinction between you and your future spouse's energies. Your FS is definitely more masculine (no matter their gender) and you are more feminine.
This person sees you as a ray of light. You are dainty like a flower and sweet like honey. I'm hearing the word "yellow" 💛. Whenever they are looking at you, you are draped in golden light.
Now, what makes me sad is that you don't see yourself that way. Your person knows that you are picking yourself apart and they hate it.
You are a shiny little star to them. Some words they might call you are : my little star, pooh bear, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, cutie. They believe you are the sweetest, loveliest, most sincere person on planet earth. You believe that you do not deserve love or that you are not that important but they are seeing "You are important. You are as important as the air I breathe. You are necessary to my survival."
Like the sun is the centre of our universe, you are the centre of their universe. Your FS is very affectionate with you. I'm seeing someone kissing the fingers of someone else and breathing in their scent from their neck/hair. First and foremost they find you sweet and cute. Like, to them, intimacy doesn't mean mindless physical connection but love making. They love your hands and your nose.
They adore your expressions and they find certain quirks you have cute. As an example, when you feel tired and puff air out or if you tag on their hand and look up at them.
This person might be bigger than you and they just want to protect and serve you. I believe that they want to set boundaries between you and the world. They want to hold up a mirror for you and help you see your own light.
Whenever you are sad they want to make you smile.
I believe that you and your FS are going to be really close. This is not a normal bond. To others it might not seem healthy, they way that you are attached to eachother, but for you it's perfect...
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Your FS sees you as their dream person, not in a childish way but in a mature way. You are what they need not what they wanted.
This person has had lots of experiences when it comes to love. When they meet you they will be going through a "winter" moment, life will have lost its spark. You might be born in March, cause you are going to wash away the snow and help them see the bright side of life again.
This will not be easy. Your FS will see you as their wish fulfillment, but at moments they will be wondering whether God or the d*vil sent you. You will be triggering their old wounds and stagnant energy.
This person will be very caring towards you. They will constantly remind you to take your vitamins and drink enough water. They will tease you about your height or nose just to get to your nerves.
I'm hearing "They are so draining!". Now, this is really funny cause I heard it in a teasing way, like you are at the next room and they are telling your mom you are a pain in the butt when in reality they love your quirks.
They will be constantly worrying about your well-being lol. They will get mad when you are not taking care of yourself and they will be trying to guilt trip you into doing things that are good for yourself.
Let's say you are really shy and don't want to go to the beach but they want to go and you have a dog that loves the water. They will be telling you "See, the dog is broken hearted. You are not a really good dog mom/dad."
This person will think you are sneaky. They will love the sparkle your eyes have as you have a very "active" inner child.
I believe you don't show that side to others that often and no one will believe what they have witnessed. You could have made a crazy food combination or they found you teaching the dog muay thai, to them you can NEVER be boring. It's like, what is she up to, AGAIN?
I also get that you might give them the "puppy eyes" when you get caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing (ex. cheating on your diet) or playing all coy and sweet and they love that!
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Sober (Pt. 2) | Sanji x Reader
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre/Tags: Angst, Happy Ending, Sanji being dumb
Summary: You had waited for Sanji to confess to you when he was sober. Except...
A/n: I don't usually write sequels but I felt like it and then it became unexpectedly angsty?? It's still a pretty happy ending imo, so I hope you like this continuation ♡
To new readers, this is a part 2 to my oneshot that I've linked below. You could read this one without reading that, but it won't make as much sense.
Part 1
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He didn't do it.
The morning after, Sanji woke up with a terrible headache and vague hazy memories from the night before. It was only when he was serving breakfast to everyone and saw you that he remembered the… conversation you two had had. But then he dismissed it, realising it was only a dream. He had drank too much, fallen asleep and dreamt of you. Yeah, that must have been it.
Thinking so, he smiled at you as usual and mooned over Nami and Robin as always, not noticing your hopeful smile turn into a disappointed one.
Every time you popped into the kitchen or tried to strike up a conversation with Sanji after that, the dream would pop up in his mind and he ended up stammering his way out. A few days in, you realised he was avoiding you and started reciprocating by not going out of your way to talk to him either.
Sanji missed you. He didn't realise what the problem was because he wasn't being that weird. Okay, so maybe he was too flustered from his dream where you had held him so close and he had kissed you (he could still feel the phantom warmth of your breath on his mouth, the wet press of your lips on his cheek) and it was difficult to talk to you about anything without feeling the urge to do that with you. Maybe he had shut down one conversation too many but now you were avoiding him back and he didn't know how to fix it.
He couldn't just tell you about that dream he had had. You would slap him and be disgusted and freak out. Even the thought of that sunk his heart. He could tolerate being just a crewmate to you for the rest of your lives, but he couldn't tolerate the thought of you hating him forever. But without talking about the dream, he couldn't explain himself either.
A week passed like that, the two of you awkward and clumsy around each other. Everyone else noticed and Nami had tried to talk to both you and Sanji about it but neither of you let her know anything. They were all confused and Luffy just wanted you both to go back to being your usual selves because it was weird even for him. Of course, no one had the gall to say it to your faces, and Nami had stopped Luffy from saying it when he tried.
Fortunately, a new island appeared and the usual straw hat cycle of finding a city in trouble and accidentally saving them played its hand. The resulting party had you downing a few bottles of wine, although Sanji knew how much you hated the taste of alcohol.
"Why would I drink that?" Your face had scrunched up the first time Sanji had questioned you about it. "It doesn't taste good to me at all. I'd rather drink the juice you make for me, Sanji."
There was no one on the ship who praised Sanji's cooking as much as you did. You didn't hesitate to compliment his food every single day and while Sanji was very secure in his cooking ability, it was still validating to hear how much you loved his food anyway.
This past week you hadn't complimented him even once. You had never gone this long without doing it so Sanji knew you had to be really upset with him. He had to try and fix this as soon as he could.
Even during the party, his head was full of thoughts of you. When he looked out for you, he found you slumped over a table, empty wine bottles lying all around you. Without thinking, Sanji made his way over and cleared away the bottles so that you wouldn't accidentally break one and hurt yourself. You stayed silent as you watched him.
"Do you want to go back to the Sunny, my dear?" Sanji looked at you finally, trying to exude his usual self. You shot him a glare and pouted, your cheeks puffing up in what was unmistakably anger.
"Go away," you hissed at him. Sanji had to blink away the thought of how much you resembled a cat in that moment. "I don' like lyin' liars who lie to me."
Sanji had expected you to be angry at him but that statement confused him. He had avoided you, yes, but he could not remember lying to you. You were not one to lie so perhaps there had been a misunderstanding between you two?
"Which lie are you talking about, (y/n)-chan?" He asked carefully. You froze and shot him another glare. Even angry, you looked cute.
"Which lie?" You sounded outraged. "How many lies have you told me, huh?!"
"Wh– that's not what I meant!" Sanji tried to calm you down but you stood up abruptly and started walking back to the Sunny. The chef was stunned for a second. You never just up and leave. He had really badly fucked this up. So of course he had to run after you. Sanji caught up to you halfway, skidding to a halt in your path so you couldn't move. "Wait! I really don't know what lie you're talking about, my love, but I'm sorry for it. I will do whatever it takes to beg for your forgiveness and then try my best to make the lie a reality."
You stopped glaring and shot him a heartbroken look instead. Sanji felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart. Why did you look like that over… him?
"That's what it was supposed to be," you said quietly. The two of you were quite a way away from the din of the party so Sanji could make out the words. He was getting more confused but he had to be patient and hear you out. He couldn't fix his mistake if he didn't know what he had done. "You said that if this was real… you wanted to hold me. You said you would tell me how much I mean to you. That you would kiss me and tell me how much you love me. So why haven't you, Sanji? Do you not feel those things anymore? Or was it all a lie?"
Sanji froze. That was… that was the dream he had had! How did you know– Oh. Oh he had been so stupid. It hadn't been a dream at all. It had been real. And he had fucked it all up by avoiding you after all of that.
"Maybe I was the one who was an idiot for thinking you could possibly like me," you were crying now, tears running down your cheeks. Sanji's heart hurt at the sight; he had wanted to be the reason for your smile and laughter, not for your tears. He had hurt you, the person most precious to him. You suddenly grabbed his collar and pushed him into the tree and he just let you, mind too jumbled up to say anything. "I'm a fool. God, I was so stupidly happy that night, I couldn't sleep. I thought all my dreams had come true. I thought we would be in love. I thought I could finally wake you up with a kiss and tell you how much I loved you too before we fell asleep. I thought I would make you your favourite dish for your birthday and, and go do one of those love compatibility readings at the fortune telling shop for fun! I thought, I thought of so many things I wanted to do with you and you… Sanji, you never came. You never told me those words you had said when you were drunk."
He wanted all of that too. Sanji wanted to do all those things you had said and even more.
Your tightened fists loosened as you breathed heavily, still crying. Even like this, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen. If Sanji had had any doubts before this, then they had no place in his heart any longer. All of him, mind, body and soul, was yours. He could not let you go on with this misunderstanding any longer.
"Guess they were wrong," you chuckled wetly, stepping back. "A drunk man's words aren't his truest thoughts after all. They are just his–"
"They are," Sanji said roughly, stepping back into your bubble. You didn't look up at him, just stared down at your feet, still crying silently. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for taking all this time, my love, when you deserved to be told everyday that I'm but a fool for your attention. I was in the wrong, thinking that night had been a mere dream when my imagination cannot even begin to dream up the warmth you possess. I'm sorry and I will spend the rest of my life earning your forgiveness, if only you would find it within yourself to give me one more chance."
Your eyes looked hopeless, and you just smiled weakly at him.
"Hasn't it been enough, Sanji?" Your voice wavered. "Don't play with my heart anymore. I love you too much to survive another–"
Sanji pulled you into a tight hug, his arms surrounding you completely. Although you were still mad at him, your body automatically relaxed at the familiar comforting scent of him. "I don't have the words to even begin to apologise for what I have done. But I swear to you, love, I will make up for my mistake in every action from now on. I will leave no doubt in your mind of the fact that I'm madly, stupidly, disgustingly deeply in love with you. So much that my own heart isn't enough to hold all that love."
"You're like a dream, Sanji," you said quietly into his ear, heart racing yet mind calm. "A dream that you can't quite remember when morning comes. A dream that the more you try to grasp it, the more it slips from you. But even if you're a dream like that, I want to believe in that dream. I'm stupid enough to want to get my heart hurt again because it has chosen you and refuses to choose any other. So you better show me that my heart made the right decision."
"I will," he promised, pressing you harder into him. You were clinging onto him just as hard, but your tears had finally stopped.
"I don't like lying liars who lie, Sanji," you repeated your words from before. The chef smiled to himself. "You better keep your word this time."
Sanji hummed and let you go only to cup your cheeks in the palm of his hands. You looked at him, still a mess from crying and drinking. You were starting to look sleepy but Sanji felt like you had blown all his sleep away.
"When I'm sober," you paused to give a tiny yawn that had Sanji's heart clenching from how adorable it was, "you better be next to me."
Sanji smiled and picked you up bridal style. You curled into him and fell asleep in two seconds, barely catching his soft reply.
"I'll be there."
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What If… | Aaron Hotchner
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader
Summary: Aaron gets sick on the way home from a case, and since his symptoms are too similar to pregnancies, Reid introduces him to ‘sympathetic pregnancy’. Which makes Aaron wonder… what if?
Tags/warnings: sick Hotch :(; established relationship; sympathetic pregnancy symptoms; pregnancy scare; suggestive content; Jack and Haley don’t exist in this universe.
Word count: 1.4k
Author's note: something short, sweet and silly to keep my creative juices flowing. Hope you like it!
HOTCH MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
The last time Aaron got sick was over four years ago.
Back then, he had no one to look after him, and he refused to go to the ER because it was just a cold (it took him two weeks to get a full recovery, and if it weren’t because of Penelope’s magic potion, it would’ve lasted a month).
Now, he couldn’t wait to get home. To you.
"No offense, Hotch, but could you please sit...over there?" JJ gestured with her head to the empty seat at the end of the jet after Hotch returned from the toilet for the third time. All the color of his face was gone. "I don't want to bring some flu home with Henry."
"It's not the flu," Aaron's voice came out raspy, and chose to sit next to Reid instead of next to JJ. His throat was still burning from puking everything he’d eaten for breakfast. It must’ve been something he ate.
"You've been feeling weird for the two days," Rossi commented, "In the mornings."
"Ugh, morning sickness is the worst," JJ casually said through a small laugh.
Emily laughed, too. "Are you implying Hotch might be pregnant?"
Everyone laughed except for Reid. "Studies have shown that men can get pregnancy symptoms while their wives are pregnant,” he began. “It's called sympathetic pregnancy."
"You mean Hotch's girl might be pregnant?" Morgan quirked his brows.
A thick silence filled the jet, and then Rossi asked, "Have you guys been trying?"
Hotch merely shook his head. It had been a topic of conversation before getting married, of course, and the plan of trying for a baby was after five years of marriage (you really liked each other’s company as it was) and it’s only been two.
The idea of Hotch’s girl being pregnant vanished as quickly as it came, but Hotch didn’t let it go. He didn’t think you could be pregnant, but the constant thought of you carrying his child helped him get through the three-hour journey back home.
He called your name as soon as he shut the front door, even though he knew you weren’t back from work just yet (he didn’t want to tell you he was feeling sick, or else you would’ve dropped everything to be there when he made it back).
His entire body was aching by now and all he managed to do was strip out of his work clothes and get in bed, turning himself into a shivering cocoon.
The bed sank next to him, and a soft kiss landed on his cheek, pulling him out of his not-so-deep slumber.
“Hi.” Your bright eyes were right there on his face.
“Hey.” He fluttered his eyes open to capture your whole beauty.
"Why are you in bed?" You asked with half-a-pout. "Are you feeling sick?" Your hand flew to his forehead to feel his temperature, and your face dropped. “You’re burning.”
"I feel better now." He snuck one arm out of the bed covers and caressed your cheek to greet you properly. He’d missed you so much.
"Why didn't you tell me?” You were quick to reprimand him with a caring frown. “I could've brought you some medicine."
"I don't know, I don't think I need it.” He shook his head, raising his brows. “I feel much better now."
He did feel better now that you were there, but he still didn’t feel quite good.
"You look pale. Have you eaten?" You asked and he shook his head. "I’m gonna make you some soup," you replied, already getting up.
"No, just…” he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back to bed. “Stay here with me for a while?"
Your whole body softened. You gave in right away, kicked off your shoes and clasped every bit off you with his body, ending up nose to nose.
The thought of you being pregnant came to him again and he couldn’t help but smile.
“What?” You frowned.
"You know Reid," he started. "He’s the smartest person I know and he mentioned this thing that happens to men when their wives are pregnant."
"This thing?" you snickered, running your fingers through the side of his head.
"When men show pregnancy symptoms and it's the woman who actually is?"
You paused all movements for a moment. "What are you saying?"
"I don't know." He merely shrugged. "I thought it was...interesting."
You pecked his lips and went back to stroke his hair again. "You think I could be pregnant?"
"I don’t know, could you?"
"I don’t think so. I haven't felt anything strange." You shrugged, too.
Aaron placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth and stayed there, lips glued on you as he asked, mumbling, "Didn't you say the other day that your...boobs were sore?"
"Yeah?"
"And that food craving you had at almost midnight?" he then teased by your ear.
"We had," you laughed at the ticklish feeling of his deep voice.
“Alright,” he laughed, pulling back. “You’re right.”
"But I guess it's…” You breathed in. “Unusual."
"A little." He smiled. "How effective is your birth control?"
"Very, but there’s always the risk."
You stare at each other for a moment. There was a gleam in your eyes he was sure it had some reflection of his own. He loved you so much. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were pregnant.
“I’m gonna go to the drugstore and get you some medicine. You’re not looking very well.” You kissed the top of his head and left him there.
In the store, you looked up and a bunch of pregnancy tests winked at you. You hesitated whether to buy one or not. You hadn't felt anything odd that could point out to a pregnancy—besides what Aaron had mentioned.
"Is that all?" The cashier asked you.
You paused, looking up again. "And two pregnancy tests, please."
Soon, you were back home and found Aaron half asleep in the same position you’d left him. You told him to sit upright as you went to prepare him some herbal tea for his stomach to complement the medicine.
“This can help you for a few hours.” You sat next to him and handed him the warm mug. “But if you get worse we’ll have to go to the ER.”
“Thanks, honey,” he replied.
“And…I bought these, too." You showed him the pregnancy tests. You’d made sure they were different brands just in case one of them wasn’t of good quality. "You planted a seed in my brain, so I guessed we could rule it out right away instead of having the uncertainty.”
“Sorry, I just…” Aaron shut his eyes for a second in deep thought. “I didn’t think it could happen before our plans since everything has turned out exactly how we want.”
“I know, but if it’s something you want to talk about… make some plan changes, we definitely should.”
He reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s rule it out first.”
“What if it's positive?" You tilted your brows with curiosity.
"I don't know.” He smiled. “What if?"
Maybe it was the tea you’d made him, but the color of his face was back. You went to the bathroom to get it all over with and were in and out in less than five minutes.
“Now we wait.” You put both tests on the nightstand and set the timer for three minutes.
Aaron tapped the bed next to him for you to join him and he pulled you close by your waist, kissing your temple.
"I’m scared, what if it’s actually positive?”
“We’re gonna have to make some… adjustments in our lives. But now or later, I want you to know that I want it all,” he confessed, planting a squishy kiss on your cheek.
The alarm went off and you reached for both tests right away, holding them up.
'NOT PREGNANT', showed the first one, and a single line showed the other one.
“Okay, I’m a bit relieved.” You put the tests aside and looked at him. “And you’re… not. Are you okay?”
“I am I just…” he licked his lips.
“Aaron, do you really want to have a baby soon?”
“No, no,” he shook his head. “We’re perfect like this. Is just… seeing JJ with her baby does make me want to hurry some of our plans sometimes.”
“That sounds like baby fever,” you teased him.
Aaron shook his head and pulled you down in bed, attacking your face with kisses and making a sweet sound after each one.
“Oh, someone’s feeling better,” you laughed. “Maybe we could just stick to practicing.”
“Well”—he kissed right below your ear—”I am, in fact, feeling much, much better.”
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wu chang x rent-a-girlfriend/boyfriend!reader??
--౨ৎ. Rent-A-Gf/Bf x Yandere Wu chang!
ೀ. Summary.. Reader is a rent-a-girlfriend/boyfriend, today's client? Xie and Fan.
ೀ. Cw.. Yandere content. Xie & Fan are your sugar daddies, unprofessional reader, Fan is a little mean. Modern au. Translated chinese. GN Reader. Threesome. Blind fold use. They tie you up. Xie praises you, and Fan degrades you. Cum swallowing. Sub!Reader.
ೀ .A/n.. I was also gonna add a threesome smut at the end, but I got two anons asking why I put headcannons and smut together so I guess I shouldn't?? Make a wuthering waves account using my friend code and I'll upload threesome of wuchang: ♡
ೀ.Masterlist...
❥. Xie and Fan originally would set up dates with you through the app. They were your long-term clients who you would see every couple of months.
❥. They don't see you as often as they'd like, but when they do. They spoil you.
❥. Taking you out to fancy and expensive places, they don't even bother looking at the prices when they order.
❥. Why bother when they can dote on you instead?
❥. Xie would order entrees, cooing at how cute your eating face is, while Fan holds a chopstick to your lips.
❥. As a rental girlfriend/boyfriend, your used to getting gifts. But it's usually a cute plushie or a keychain.
❥. You nearly choke on your water when they pull out some designer brand jewelry that's worth your years rent.
"It's a nice gift, but.. is it really okay for me to accept it? It's just.. well.." You trail off, swallowing thickly as you stared at the price tag.
"What's wrong, my Tiánxīn? Don't you like it?" Xie asks, his expression softening as he sat on your left while Fan sat on your right.
"No, nothing is wrong with it. I love it, it's.. well..--" but before you can say anything else, Fan cut you off.
"Then accept it, don't be ungrateful. We shopped for three hours to find you something we thought you'd like." Fan said, his brows knitted together. A little hurt as to why you would reject it in the first place.
You opened your mouth to protest, only for nothing to come out. For a moment, your easygoing cheery girlfriend/boyfriend act faltered.
"Good girl/boy. Now, open wide Xiǎo bǎobèi~" Xie hums, fork feeding you some dessert. Of course, you smiled at him and did as told.
❥. The way you're constantly sandwiched between them, it makes you feel like *you're* getting the boyfriend service.. It's a little overwhelming to the point that you even catch your heart skipping a beat.
❥. It certainly doesn't help when they ask who's your favourite when playfully fighting over you.
❥. Especially when they pull you onto their laps or press themselves into you from behind, giving sweet praises about how much they cherish you.
❥. Out of all the other rental clients, they aren't delusional. They know the terms and conditions. You aren't obligated to them.
❥. So they ask if you'd like to have a little arrangement. Asking if you'd like something a little more.
❥. Not a relationship but just something more.
❥. They wanna see you more when they're in the city, not just for an hour. Maybe for a night or two.
❥. They also want to be more intertwined in your life when they're here. Since they're constantly working overseas, your presence is their stress relief.
❥. Your presence mean so much to them. So that's why they want to smother themselves in your presence.
❥. You spend a couple of nights with them here and there, and they'll foot the bill of whatever you want. Hell, they even give you a weekly allowance. Maybe send them some texts about your day or send photos whatever you bought with the money they sent you.
❥. They even give you the keys for their penthouse, letting you stay there whenever and how ever long you want.
❥. They do like taking you out shopping, dressing you in clothes to match them.
❥. Want tickets for a concert, but it's sold out? Just text them, and they'll figure something out. Not only will they get you a seat, but one of the seats in front with vip pass. Only the best for their darling.
❥. Even if they are overseas, they make sure your taken care of.
❥. Although they are busy men, they text you pretty frequently. Often asking you if you slept well, did you eat yet? They can doordash you something if you hadn't.
❥. When they are in the city, they wanna spend time with you so much. They kinda expect you to devote all your time to them when they're here.
❥. Xie and Fan don't like it when you go on your phone when you're with them, Xie would ask why are your phone in a sad tone. Fan doesn't ask, he just plucks your phone out of your hands and places it in a drawer before sitting next to you.
❥. If you can't tell, Fan is obviously the more possessive and controlling one out of the two, Xie isn't so much. He doesn't mind you having your freedom.
❥. Even if Xie finds you texting someone about meeting up, he isn't so jealous. He genuinely believes that they don't have competition.
❥. Fan kinda does get jealous. Why are you texting someone to meet up when you're here with them? What are they giving you that Xie and he can't?
❥. Fan scoffs when he goes through your cellphone when you and Xie are asleep. He can't believe this. You have a similar arrangement with some rich photographer? Photography isn't even a real career. You can have two lovers who are devoted to you and will spoil you endlessly, but your texting some photographer? Tch. Blocked, blocked, and blocked.
❥. Don't even bother confronting Fan about it, he'll just deny it. Tell Xie and he'll scold Fan about it.
❥. Hell, they even gift you a customized collar. It's a purple leather collar with white lace and elements. Both Xie's and Fan's initials are embedded on the inside of the collar. There's also a bell that chimes with movement.
❥. If it really were up to them, (especially Fan) they would make you quit your job and your studies. You'd stay at their penthouse full time. They'll take care of everything. All you gotta do is sit and look pretty.
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❥. They share you all the time, do you really think they wouldn't share you in bed?
❥. Xie is more gentle, slowpaced, giving soft praises while he takes you. Fan on the other hand, isn't so gentle, he prefers to take you rough and fast, instead of praises he says the opposite.
❥. Despite Fan's roughness in bed, he actually doesn't want to hurt you. He even makes you pick out a safeword before anything happens.
❥. Even if you don't say the safeword while Fan is giving you rough and fast-paced thrusts, Xie reminds him to be more gentle. Much to Fan's annoyance.
❥. Out of the two, Fan likes using toys. Xie does too, but not as much as Fan.
❥. Xie is mostly vanilla, although he likes tying you up time to time. It's cute seeing you so, helpless and so needy.
❥. Xie always pulls out when he cums, settling on cumming on your stomach or ass. He does cum inside you time to time, but the way he sees it, it's not just sex but lovemaking.
❥. Whenever you're giving him head, Xie doesn't mind whether you spit or swallow. He usually gives some sort of warning before he climaxes. Like tapping you on the shoulder.
❥. Xie is kinda nasty, he makes out with you right after he finishes in your mouth.
❥. Fan on the other hand, he likes tying you up while also blindfolding you. You know that collar mentioned previously? It has a little loop to attach a leash on.
❥. Fan likes cumming inside you, no ifs or buts about it. For him, he feels as if he's claiming you.
❥. Same with receiving head, he does warn you with a similar shoulder tap. But he doesn't let you spit/swallow until you open your mouth and let him see what he did to you. But if it were up to him, he'd rather you to swallow.
❥. These two share you in every way possible. They either take turns with you, or have sex with you at the same time. Xie always takes you from the front, and Fan takes you from behind.
❥. Xie gives praise oh so very easily. You don't even have to do anything, and he's already whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
❥. Only after everything is done is when Fan praises you. He doesn't actually mean the things he says in bed. He can't have his pet thinking that he feels that way towards him.
❥. Aftercare with them is the best. Xie will lay with you in the bathtub or wipe you down with wet wipes, and Fan will make sure your hydrated and slice you up some fruit. Xie is giving words of reassurances and telling how good you took them. Even Fan praises you, asking if you want anything. Xie is quick to fall asleep next you, but Fan waits till you both are asleep.
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locked in an open room, stuck with a closed conversation | j.fleming x reader
prompt: you and jessie are lost in the woods on a school trip. stressed and under pressure, feelings come out.
author notes: this is inspired from a scene in one of my favorite shows, big girls don't cry. it's a great show go watch it if you want. anyways, this is an experimental writing for me. just trying things out. hopefully y'all like it!
contains: teenage!jessie x reader, angst until the last minute, they're dating or not? we'll see, homoerotic typical teenage girls situationship, "i wish you were a boy"
playing normal girl by sza 🎵
stay in pairs, they said. then you won't get lost, they said. which that was actual bullshit because jessie and you are lost in the woods right now. with no sense of direction at all. why would you tag along with the girl who probably couldn't tell her left from her right? oh yeah, you remember why.
because this girl with no sense of direction has been avoiding you for the last two months of highschool and you are tired of that. thinking that if you two have to be together for a few hours while on this week long end of the year trip that she would finally talk to you. not even having to be a conversation, but more then a few words in class about work.
"i think maybe we should stop walking for now," jessie says softly. she's a few steps ahead of you. her back is facing you, but you can tell she has a frustrated expression on that freckled face of hers. jessie didn't like lacking control in pretty much any situation. everybody thinks she's laidback, but you knew different. you know how angry she gets when soccer games don't go her way. how she cries after seeing a bad grade. the way she makes sure that everyone thinks of the word chill when it comes to her reputation.
that sense of needing control is really the basis for why you two are in this predicament right now but jessie would never admit it.
"nah. i think we should keep going or even try to turn back like i said earlier," you stare at her back. still she isn't facing you. your words come out sharper then they should, but can you really care right now when the sun is about to set and you have been walking for nearly two hours at this point and everything looks the same in every direction.
no, you don't have it in you to care.
jessie turns to face her finally but keeps her distance. like she's been doing for the past two months; always two steps ahead of you, too far away to reach because she would pull back if you tried.
"why do you think that? we are already lost. moving would just make it worse," she reasons with her usual logic that you would agree with it if it came from anyone else right now but your eyes are focused on the sun that is nearly set in the sky behind jessie and how her voice is way too nonchalant for the situation right now that you let your emotions control all your actions.
you shake your head in disagreement. jessie frowns at that. did you not take her words seriously?
"i told you that we should turn back nearly a whole hour ago and you thought you knew better," you let your frustration funnel into your words. jessie scoffs, ready to defend herself. when she scoffs you feel the strong urge to scoff as well because what rights does she have to be as frustrated as you?
ration and logic are not working in your mind right now.
"because we were walking around in a fucking circle, so i was trying to find i don't know like a river or something to follow. instead of going the back into that circle," she snaps back. the stress of the situation is starting to get to her. why would she agree to partner with you? was she out of her mind? were you of yours?
you snap back just as quick, "yeah because you aren't able to tell directions apart if your life depended on it. which it actually does right now and i wish you would stuff your pride up your ass so we can get somewhere."
"to get where? no, go ahead, tell me! we're stuck in the woods and everything looks the same and you think that you can just figure it out? you aren't a genius, y/n!" jessie shouts. not caring for her volume because who would even hear?
you let out a loud laugh at her words. oh, so the only conversation she can have with you is an argument. okay, that's fine. you'll give her that.
"i never said i was a genius. what do you expect me to do? maybe if you knew how to communicate, we wouldn't be here," you say to her, "you knew we were lost a while ago and didn't say a thing! then when i realized it, you got all pissy at me!"
"oh whatever. you can never pick up on what's happening unless it's fed to you?" she argues back.
"ever think maybe i followed you blindly into these woods because i trusted you?"
was the argument even about being lost anymore? was it ever about that?
"well, maybe you should learn to trust yourself more and listen to your intuition instead of relying on me," jessie says, not shouts. still the tension is laying there in between you two. she's still so far away from you, a few steps ahead. almost leaning against a tree but she's just stubbornly holding herself at that one spot really.
you nod your head. she wants you to trust yourself? you don't know why you didn't realize you guys were lost earlier, but you know why you partner up with her; you need answers. she wants you to listen to your intuition? okay.
"hm, okay. thanks for the advice. i have some of my own. how about not ignoring your girlfriend for two months straight," you say. a flash of surprise shows itself on jessie's face. she wasn't expecting that but she should have known you would bring that up eventually.
"my girlfriend? who said we were girlfriends?" the words don't even sound right coming out of jessie's mouth. she knows they're a lie. you're girlfriends but that doesn't mean she has to confirm it right now. out in the open where anyone could hear. even though nobody is around.
you want to laugh at her denial. who was she fooling? because there wasn't any audience there. just you and her. she couldn't lie to you so she was definitely lying to herself.
"that kiss we shared after practice underneath the bleachers or maybe the kiss we had on your birthday or the fact we spend, no use to spend, all our time together for nearly two years. your mom suspected something one time and now we aren't girlfriends anymore?" you say. jessie knows you have a point but she can't help to feel angry. you just don't get it.
"what did you expect? i couldn't let my mom figure anything out. i can't be seen like that with you!"
"and why is that?" you already knew the answer, but you want to hear it from jessie. even though it will hurt.
"because you aren't a boy!" she shouts but her voice drops into a lower volume when she speaks next, "and you knew that when you started to date me that nobody could know.. because you aren't a boy. sometimes i wish you were one."
okay. that really fucking hurts.
author notes: this is so messy and quick paced but i sorta like it. that's the literal ending, nothing else. i tried to use a few double meanings but idk if they landed. hopefully you guys liked my experiment.
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the baker's daughter - a wild todoroki!
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Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes
Chapter 2 - a wild todoroki!
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Three days have passed since Todoroki came into the shop. Right now I am currently on an afternoon mission. A mission to get all the ingredients needed for 400 cupcakes by the U.A School Festival. The wind felt therapeutic as it brushed past me, I smiled warmly at the feeling. I walk to the closest store, enter it, and greet the workers with a wave. I grab a basket and walk over to the baking aisle.
"Cocoa power... Vanilla extract... Sugar... Flour... Don't we already have most of this stuff?" I groan in annoyance. I scoop everything I need into my basket. I walk to the noodle aisle and see soba - my favorite. There was only one left, so I quickly grab it. I hear a sigh from beside me and turn around. It was Shoto Todoroki.
"Oh! Hello, Todoroki," I greet. "I hope you weren't trying to get the soba..."
"I was actually, but it's fine. I can just go out to eat somewhere," Todoroki explains.
"I'm sorry, if you want it, you can have it?"
"No, it's fine. Thank you."
"Okayyyy, well I've gotta get to the bakery... It was nice seeing you!" I say. Being close to him made me flustered, and I did not like that. I rush away from Todoroki, barreling towards the cashier.
"L/N, hold on," He said.
I was halfway to the register, almost free from embarrassment. "Uh yes?"
"Would you like to join me in getting soba? I figure you'd prefer it fresh and not prepackaged," Todoroki asked.
"Uhm, me? Like me-me?" I look around, trying to find anyone else he could be talking to.
"Yes, you. You don't have to, of course. Just thought I'd offer."
My eyes widen, "Yeah! Of course, I wanna go with you, but I kinda have to run these to the bakery first and change -" I look down ashamed at my 'no-one-will-see-me' outfit. "I'm sure you don't wanna be seen with someone who looks like this," I vaguely gesture to my outfit.
"I don't care what you're wearing. But if you want to change, I'll wait for you."
"Come with me in line?" I ask. He nods and catches up to me, from there we walk to the register. I place the ingredients on the conveyor belt. The worker scans my items.
"That'll be 10,000 yen," the worker explains. I wince.
"Mom is so going to kill me," I joke. "My budget was 8,000..."
Before I can say anything else, Todoroki takes out his father's credit card and pays for the ingredients. "To-Todoroki!" I stutter. He looks at me confused as he enters the PIN number.
"What? I don't want you getting in trouble."
"It was a joke, Todo. My mom wasn't actually going to kill me," I sigh as the worker bags my items.
"Oh."
"Thank you though, I really appreciate it. But now I feel bad!" I pout.
"Don't feel bad, my father has enough money," Todoroki replies. "Let me help you." I nod and he takes a few bags out of my arms. We walk out of the store.
"What're you doing out here anyway? I thought you'd be in school?" I ask.
"We had the day off today. I thought it would be nice to head into town, and I was right because I ran into you," he said this so easily I thought he was joking.
"W-what?!"
"I enjoy your company," he shrugged.
"We just met... like literally the other day."
"I know, but I was never allowed around other kids when I was younger. I didn't have a single friend before I started attending U.A., so I don't really know what it's like to have one. But after we met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. So I figured I just had to meet you again, and I was right. I think that's what happens when you want someone to be your friend."
I didn't think I could get any more flustered. But, of course, a quirk user just had to prove me wrong. "I enjoy your company too. We should talk more! You know, outside of the cupcakes," I smile at him - trying to ignore the bubbly feeling in my chest.
We walk in silence for the rest of the way to my bakery. It wasn't uncomfortable, I honestly enjoyed it. "I'm home!" I shout as we enter the bakery.
"Welcome back, Y/n," my dad says. He's rubbing his face with a rag as he enters the front of the store. Once his eyes open, they narrow in on Todoroki. I wince and look between the two.
"Dad, this is Todoroki Shoto, he's the customer who requested the large order. Todo, this is my dad," I introduce. That doesn't help the one-sided tension. Todoroki looked confused as he looked between me and my dad. I gestured for him to speak.
"Good afternoon, sir. I came across L/N-chan in the store, I offered to take her out for lunch... if that's ok with you?" Todoroki greeted with a bow. My father grumbled.
"Come with me while Y/N changes, bring the groceries," Dad instructed.
"Is that really necessary?" I groan.
"Yes," Dad firmly said. I roll my eyes.
"Don't worry, L/N. I will be fine," Todoroki replied.
I look between the two and hesitantly make my way upstairs after handing Todoroki the remaining bags. I head to my room and hastily throw on a pair of jeans and a band shirt. It had been 7 minutes since I left the storefront, and if I'm being honest; I was scared of what I was going to walk in on. Pushing my fear aside for the sake of Todoroki, I walk downstairs. Surprisingly, I see my dad engaged in a friendly conversation. I quirk an eyebrow at this. With just as much prejudice quirk havers give us for being quirkless, my dad gives the hatred tenfold toward quirk users. So imagine my shock when I see him shaking Todoroki's hand and thanking him.
"Soooo can I go with him?" I ask.
"Yes. Take care of my daughter, Todoroki," my dad says.
"Of course, L/N-sama," Todoroki replied. He nodded toward me and we made our way out of the bakery. "Did you know my favorite soba place is only a few blocks away?"
"I know of a soba place a few blocks away, but obviously I didn't know it was your favorite," I tease. I swear I see a faint smile on his face. "What did my dad say to you?"
"He started asking about my intentions for hanging out with you. I told him you were good company. Then he started saying how you three were quirkless, but that wouldn't stop him from hurting me if I offended you in any way. I told him that wouldn't be a problem because we were just getting Soba," Todoroki explained. I could tell he was either keeping something from me or some part of what he said was a lie. "I didn't know you were quirkless."
"It's not something we go around telling everyone. There's really no pride in being 'normal'," I shrug. This was the conversation I was dreading.
"Well, I think being quirkless can be just as great as having a quirk," Todoroki calmly said. I look at him ridiculously, not believing what he said.
"How so?" I asked. I figured he was just trying to be nice to me, he didn't actually believe that. I mean, who would?
"Well, if the majority of the world relies on quirks and quirk users, the fact that quirkless people can get through the day without using a power is remarkable. Your parents built that bakery themselves, right? They didn't need quirks to do that and the business they built is incredible. I guess quirkless people just don't get enough credit, I think we forget there was a time we didn't use quirks," Todoroki explained.
"And you mean that? Like you're not just trying to be nice or whatever?"
"Yes, I mean it. Why wouldn't I?"
"Not many people share the same sentiment. I'm used to being thrown into lockers and bullied, not appreciated," I chuckle.
"My friend Midoriya helped me see quirkless people how I currently view them. My father told me they were defenseless and weak. I let this sentiment slip during a hangout once while we were watching a movie, Midoriya paused it and went on a whole rant. I hate my father for the way he made me see people, quirklessness is not a disability as everyone makes it seem."
"Well, tell Midoriya I appreciate him showing you the light," I joke. Todoroki smiled faintly.
"Well, we're here," Todoroki said.
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fucking Anton with a breeding kink is so hot like when he has hot passionate romantic sex it definitely feels like baby making
Sorry, I don't think this is what you wanted to read but it's what came to my mind. It's been in my draft for so long, I tried to think of a different idea but it stayed like this 😭
TW and tags: p in v, no condom, literally babymaking.
He's especially needy on these occasions. You don't really understand what goes through his mind when he's pushing you to the bed all serious, or when he's brushing his fingers on your waist while you're getting ready for bed, but there's simply an alarm that starts sounding inside you, a "shit" repeating in your head because you know what's about to come.
He's not harder, or rougher. He's really slow since he wants to feel you more, caressing corners of your skin not even you pay attention, like that little emptiness in your collarbone, or the inside of your arm when he pushes your hands up to take control of your moves.
Still, finally, this day, he's brave enough to tell you those thoughts that fill his head and you always wondered about. Spitting things you know cross him in the middle of the night, you gasp for air when you hear his voice. "You'd look so pretty pregnant,'' he whispers. ''I can't stop thinking about us living in a bigger house, big enough for you to have anything you could ever want... don't you want to come and search for one with me?"
"What are you saying?" You answer. You want to think that maybe he's joking, but it's all so intense, his finger flicking your clit and his eyes on yours at every second, gleaming even in the dark.
"We could be a family, maybe a little girl to keep company to my favourite girl in the whole world?" He's going too far now, and you're trying to resist it. It's too drawing, the tone of his voice, the aroma of his bed that is almost yours now after all those nights sleeping together, and the image he's planting on your head. You're so comfy in that picture, being kissed by him while he rests his hand on your stomach, and everything is dizzy when he's sliding into you.
"You-you really want that?" You ask unsure, feeling too good and in a haze of pleasure. More than just loved, you feel almost adored.
"It's everything I can think about,'' he groans. ''I want to make my girl a mom, the most beautiful one."
Fuck, not again you say inside your head. He knows he shouldn't ask you for things while fucking. You're too weak to resist him when it's all so good, he pressing you to the mattress and his hips slowly finding that spot that doesn't let you think things twice when he bottoms out and steals every air you could have with his weight over you.
He's not saying anything else about it. He's just pounding and holding your hands over your head while the other in your waist keeps you in place to receive him. He couldn't let you move apart when your pussy is squelching, begging for him to spill everything inside.
You don't talk, but you want him to cum inside, you're too deep into the fantasy to say no to him, and soon you're clenching, not wanting to let him pull away from you and your new dream.
Fuck, you curse again. You're not even sure you want to be a mom. Obviously, you haven't thought about it as much as him.
Yet, you can see everything so clearly now. A house with a pretty garden, white ceilings and breakfast out in the fresh air on Sunday mornings.
You can't push him away when you know he's about to cum. His breath is getting harder with every thrust and the sweat is accumulating in his forehead. Usually, you'd have cleaned it with your hand, but he doesn't let you move, both wrists pinned in your pillow.
''I'm not wearing a condom,'' he warns you.
You don't know why he's telling you that by that point. You physically can't push him away, and you both know you can't say no to him, not while fucking, not at any moment, and this one is not the exception.
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I will always find it funny when people try to say "Azriel wasn't showing interest in Elain, he was just doing his job"
Aside from the fact that other than being "Spymaster of the Night Court", we don't really know what Azriel's responsibilities entail. It's not like we got a job description and his resume handed to us 🤡🤡
All we can do is infer based upon what his duties in canon text have been thus far:
Spying on the human queens
Fighting in ACOWAR with the NC
Keeping an eye on a few people across different courts / helping their allies
Gather information through his "spy network" / shadows
Dealing with threats to the NC (ex: Bryce, Briyallyn)
Interrogating for information (? Not even sure if this was actually stated in the books, or if we all just assumed)
Training priestesses with Cassian
That's all we know! His job is somewhat related to spying, and gathering information to keep the NC safe.
Nowhere in that limited set of responsibilities do we see:
Spend time with Elain
Buy Elain a solstice gift
Protect Elain, specifically
Rescue Elain from Hybern
Kiss Elain
Lose sleep over Elain
Beg on his knees for a taste of Elain
Wait for Elain to be seated before allowing everyone to eat dinner
Give Elain his most prized possession (TT) to defend herself with
So, unless we are categorizing all those things under "Gather intel on Elain" because he thinks she's some kind of threat to the NC (lmaooo), then he's not just interacting with Elain because it's his "job". He is Spymaster of the Night Court. Not Elain's personal air tag, or therapist, or primary caretaker.
In fact, even though his job DOES include spying on others, he blatantly refuses to do it in ACOFAS when Azriel tells Rhys that he does not want to watch Lucien.
Why doesn't he want to watch over Lucien?
Rhys literally tells us: "To know when and if Lucien sought her out. What they did together."
Can someone please just tell me why Azriel would shirk his job of intel gathering to avoid learning what Elain & Lucien do together? Why would he care unless he had feelings for Elain? He has no problem spying on anyone else, even other members of the IC.
At the end of the day, we don't have much info on what exactly his responsibilities include, other than what we have seen. And I don't believe anything Elain-related falls under the NC Spymaster's job description 🤷🏻♀️
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WIP Wednesday!!
Tagged by @theotherbuckley @tizniz @daffi-990 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove who all shared absolutely BRILLIANT stuff y'all should definitely show some love!! 💚🩵
I am pushing through Severed Artery until I get it done! I'm really really hoping it'll be posted tomorrow, if things go right. While I fill in the last missing pieces, have Buck reminiscing™ about the shooting. Because if there's a chance to tie anything back to that moment, I'm gonna take it lol:
“Uh, could you… grab some clothes from my locker?” Buck asks as he wanders into the showers.
He turns on the faucet at the sink he usually uses, not even daring to look in the mirror, afraid his bloodstained face would be staring back at him.
Tommy enters only a moment later with Buck's jeans and a hoodie that Buck knows Eddie stole from him. He doesn't know how it got back in his locker, but he's not knocking it.
“Do you want me to help?” Tommy asks.
Buck wants to say yes, he wants the comfort Tommy usually brings, but… what he really wants- who he really wants- may not…
“N- no. I got it,” Buck says with what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
“Why don't you get out of those clothes and I'll throw em in the washer,” he suggests instead.
Buck simply nods and quickly sheds his clothes, the tacky blood drying on his skin making the fabric stick to him a little. He hands them to Tommy without looking at them. He can't.
Tommy disappears and Buck shoves his hands under the too hot water. His heart drops into his gut as the water turns a pale pink.
He's suddenly staring at his bloodied hands in a hospital waiting room, horrified at the fact he didn't notice how much of Eddie's blood covered him. Each time he reached to wipe tears away, he'd flinch at the sight of his hands.
Chim had showed up with a shirt for him, and Bobby had softly coaxed him into the bathroom. Chim stood silent by Buck's side as Bobby scrubbed his hands. Buck made the mistake of looking in the mirror then, at the specks of blood scattered across his face like the freckles he used to have as a kid.
“He asked if I was hurt,” Buck had whispered as he stared at his reflection. He had huffed a humorless laugh and shook his head. “I don't think I would've noticed if I was.”
He doesn't think he would now either.
He whimpers as his hands shake. He remembers the tremors from the last time, that didn't really go away until Eddie was out of surgery. He hadn't noticed them until Taylor took his hands.
Maybe he should've asked Tommy to stay with him. Maybe he could put Buck back into some semblance of order before he faced Chris.
No.
It didn't work with Taylor. It won't work now.
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Messy
John turned off the microphone and sighed. He placed it on the side table beside his armchair and sat back in an almost dark room.
Sherlock, John and Mariana had been working on another case.
It was quite late, so Mariana had gone to bed in 221 A. John had been in the sitting room of 221 B, ruminating about his podcasting skills to himself.
John looked at Sherlock - who was sitting in his armchair across the room with his eyes closed - and inevitably began to think the differences between the two of them.
Must be different, being so perfect at almost everything, John thought, continuing to gaze at Sherlock.
Perfect analytical and observational skills needed to solve the cases, perfect timbre of the voice, perfect enunciations, and...
John had obviously noticed it a million times before but now he had to admit it.
... Perfect looks.
Not that John was jealous of all that (okay, maybe a little, but not too much), but now and then he would think that he made a wrong career choice as a podcaster after having served as an army doctor.
Oftentimes he would think that maybe he was better off as a general practitioner now that he was a civillian himself.
A comparatively ordinary job, without anyone else to work for or with.
Would that life suit him better?
John furrowed his brow at those thoughts.
"I won't be able to sleep if you keep your eyes on me the whole night," said Sherlock with his eyes still closed.
John parted his lips and got up from his chair, feeling heated around his face. "Oh, sorry. I'll, er, I'll just go upstairs. You should go to bed too, mate. Aren't you - aren't you uncomfortable here?"
John mentally kicked himself for stuttering yet again.
"No, stop. I could hear you thinking from across the room, just now." Sherlock finally opened his eyes and sat straight on his chair, looking at John intensely. "There is something on your mind, Watson. I need to know what."
John was taken aback by the kind of intensity he saw in Sherlock's eyes. He gave in. "Well, it's just that..." he trailed off.
A brief silence fell in the room as Sherlock and John locked their eyes together. Sherlock got up from his chair and walked over to John so he could be close to him.
"What is it?" Sherlock prompted.
"Am I doing this right?" John finally spoke, taking in irregular breaths.
"Doing what right?" Sherlock was looking at him with confusion.
"This whole podcast thing. I mean, I make it so awkward for our listeners sometimes. And half of the time my jokes don't even seem to land well." John gesticulated widely. "And, um, even after all that editing and cutting out the extra bits, the end result isn't flawless. It's so messy and imperfect."
Sherlock stared at John blankly for a moment. He then opened his arms wide looking at him with an awkward face. "Is it okay if we..."
John caught on. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said with his brow knitted.
They both wrapped their arms around each other. John's one arm was around his waist, and he ran his other arm over Sherlock's back. Sherlock's arms were around his shoulders.
John managed to place his chin on Sherlock's shoulder and sighed.
"The end result is not what we listen to," Sherlock began in a calm voice in John's ear. "The end result is the response of our listeners. How is it?"
John smiled. "Really good, so far, overall."
"There you go."
John felt Sherlock smile against his right shoulder.
They let each other go, but they were still holding hands, looking at each other deeply in the eye.
"Even if that weren't the case, I would not have cared."
"And why is that?" John asked, still looking at his friend with a smile.
"Because I like you as you are."
John chuckled, followed by Sherlock.
John turned around to make his way to his bedroom, already feeling loads better than before.
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Prompt: Imperfect by @calaisreno
Tags: @helloliriels , @jamielovesjam , @topsyturvy-turtely , @keirgreeneyes , @totallysilvergirl , @lisbeth-kk , @peanitbear , @gaylilsherlock , @friday411 etc.
#johnlock#john watson#sherlock holmes#sherlock & co#ficlet#my ficlet#insecurity#may prompts 2024#could be read as a gen fic too#gen fic#prompt: imperfect#fluff
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Better late than never, eh?? I haven't really written anything post-worthy in the past few days, so I'm coming at you with a lil snip from the last chapter of my WIP long fic, The Story of Us. I'm hoping to get back to writing this bad boy this week, maybe next, and I am excited to dive back into it. Thank you for the tags @piratefalls , @onthewaytosomewhere , @thesleepyskipper , @ninzied , @sparklepocalypse
@softboynick , @heysweetheart-writes , @indestructibleheart , @tailsbeth-writes , @suseagull04
@blueeyedgrlwrites , @stellarm !! I appreciate all of you all keeping up with me and tagging me <3 Enjoy this lil snip!
Alex comes with Henry’s name ripped from his lips, fingers digging into the pale skin of Henry’s powerful thighs, and they both collapse into each other, sticky and sweaty with lips leaking laughter as they wrap up together and match their breathing, coming down and back to themselves. Alex lifts his head to look at the clock on the bedside table and startles, reaching for his phone to confirm that it’s almost 6 PM and their reservation is in thirty minutes.
So their laughter is the soundtrack as the hurry into dress pants, and each button that’s popped through a hole of Alex’s white with black gridwork oxford earns him a peck of a kiss. Henry’s just slid into the softest cashmere sweater Alex has ever felt, a deep v exposing the peaks of his collarbones and a golden chain clasped around his neck. He’s gorgeous in his simplicity, from the understated blushing pink of his sweater to the black wide legged trousers, hair still tousled from their romp, lips kiss-swollen and full. God, Alex is so in love, and it hits him like a punch to the gut as he watches Henry inspect his reflection, ruffles his hair and sighs as he gives up on creating any semblance of sanity with it.
“I think you’ve given me a hickey – what?” Henry stops as he turns and finds Alex staring at him, and Alex knows the look on his face is one of absolute adoration – he feels it in the crook of his lips, the way he can’t school his features into anything but goofy heart eyes at his boyfriend.
“In your own words… ‘you’re so gorgeous,’” Alex chortles as he sings the lyrics, and sways his hips a little bit, hands coming up as he dances like the uncultured man he is.
Going to tag @thinkof-england , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @forever-fixating and anyone else who may want an open tag!! It's late so I'm not going to dive into a super long tag list I don't think <3
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What the WIP Wednesday am I doing?
Okay, sooo apparently everyone is doing WIP Wednesday, today. (Okay maybe not the entire internet, but you know, there's a lot of wipsday action, today.) I thought, "Okay. Sure. I can get lost in this crowd. It's a good crowd."
So, I say to @alexalexinii, @monbons, @prettygoododds, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @mooncello,
@blackberrysummerblog, @fiend-for-culture, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @noblecorgi,
@drowninginships, and @artsyunderstudy (who is the devil on my shoulder today apparently XD)... You are all to blame for this. Yup. Your fault. Peer pressure! (Thank you for tagging me though, I look forward to seeing what all you have happening in your creative minds. <3)
Cause. Well. I don't usually post art in progress. I'm far too anxious a person to do such a thing. It's fine if it's a sketch that's like... finished as a sketch. But in progress? *gulp*
Well, here goes.
This is what I've been working on, usually when I'm supposed to be working on something else:
Mermay!
(sorry for the low contrast, my eyes are delicate orbs that shy away from bright light...)
I did three sketches. One of which I will endeavor to color and make all nice and pretty. I've already determined it's not going to be the first one. The other two are neck-and-neck and it will likely come down to who has fins I like better. Which will it be? Tender snowbaz or playful snowbaz?
(Either way, I'm very determined to give Simon mermay wings. So that's going to happen come hell or... high water... *ahem*)
Honestly, I just really love merpeople. I'm surprised it's taken me this long to attempt this. The very first thing I ever learned to draw as a little bittle babe was a mermaid. (My teachers did not appreciate my dedication to anatomical accuracy the way I did.) Soooo Mermay? Mermay is a THING? Well, twist my arm, guess I have to snowbaz it.
(Oh, and shoutout to another guilty party, the SSCoNE server. They put the idea in my head. OH, and @cutestkilla. For general encouragment. And @hushed-chorus. For general encouragment and writing a gorgeous fic with merman Baz in it. )
Even more tagged people under the cut:
HELLO OUT THERE! @rimeswithpurple @run-for-chamo-miles @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @that-disabled-princess
@arthurkko @raenestee @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @agni-ashes
@skeedelvee @thewholelemon @supercutedinosaurs @tender-ministrations @bazzybelle
@ic3-que3n @imagineacoolusername @valeffelees @roomwithanopenfire @ileadacharmedlife
@aristocratic-otter @best--dress @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @onepintobean
@palimpsessed and anyone else who wants to join in/say hi.
(I love getting tagged, because I tend to miss out on things if I don't get it stuffed into my notifications. Feel free to hit me up on Discord, too, send links. I just can't often browse tumblr as I wish. Not if I want to draw and... read... I need to do some reading...)
*Pitch Manor is still happening, I'm just taking a break to draw fish boys in between doing a few too many other things. I like being busy.
#mermay#mermay 2024#wip wednesday#snowbaz#gayly swimming in the ocean#baz pitch#simon snow#merboys in love#sketchy sketch#this is like costume designing but also not because fish fins and not like fake fish fins#I know I have a lot of things to do#but you know what they say#if you want something done#give it to a busy person#(I swear I'm going to go do my homework now though)#MERMAY THOUGH I JUST HAD TO#jodarta
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🦚 Weekly Tag Wednesday! 🦚
On an actual Wednesday this time.
Thank you for tagging me Kat @mybrainismelted, Nosho @creepkinginc, Evie @energievie, Ice @spookygingerr, Jess @jrooc and
Pie @gallapiech 🥰
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name: Sky. Sometimes.
where in the world is carmen sandiego? (or you): Carmen is in Antarctica. She's apparently a penguin. And I'm under a pine tree.
ok, so this week we are going to snoop into your google search. type in each phrase and tell us what the first suggestion is that google gives you!
What is the best way to… avoid getting spyware on a machine? The "machine" part really drives this home.
Where can I… watch Hazbin Hotel? Are you asking me? Which version? Now I'll be humming all night, thanks.
How old is… Hungary? No need to google this one, it's pretty easy to remember, if you wanna look at the founding of the state. My memory is not what it used to be, but this one is burnt into my brain, I'm pretty sure. It's about to be 1024 years old. Why am I answering these questions though? 🤨
I do love history, to be fair.
How long does it take… to learn Hungarian? What does Google take me for? I want to see the algorithms behind these predictions. A long time, I'm pretty sure.
How many… days between dates? What dates?? Someone help me out, I'm getting confused.
Who set the record for… the fastest time to reach one billion views on YouTube? What is happening.
When did… the Queen die? Which one.
What does it feel like to… get shot. I've been told a scraped wound is worse, that's all I know. Again, why am I answering these?
Can you… run it? Run what...?
When you… say nothing at all. This is a Ronan Keating song. Who I only heard of when he was a guest artist at a symphonic concert I went to. Now you all know him too.
Why do… men have nipples? What kind of a question is this? Why does any mammal have nipples! Biology, dear Google.
Is there a way… to save Karlach.? Ehm. Spoiler alert?
How old do you have to be… to go to college? However old you are when you finish high school. Don't give up on your dreams!
Where do the… Simpsons live? Why would I want to know this?
What is the best time to… post on TikTok? Google wants both Nosho and me to become influencers, this is just another sign.
And to finish us off… What comes up when you type in Shameless? szereplők. I love the language switch. I do however know who the characters are, thank you.
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Well, this was a wild ride. Never in my life have I googled or even thought about googling these things. I either know the answer or I don't even think about the subject. Good job, Google predictions! Job failed successfully! This was pretty fun though.
(Just to soften the blow, the Karlach question probably comes from previous BG3 searches. The rest? What even.)
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Tagging, because I'm on time! Yay! Voluntary, as always, if you want to skip, here, have these blueberries: 🫐
@ian-galagher, @transmickey @stocious @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @deathclassic @spacerockwriting, @ms-moonlight-inn, @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos, @krysmiss @look-i-love-u @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @heymrspatel @michellemisfit @sweetbee78 @grumble-fish @metalheadmickey @rayrayor @crossmydna @thisdivorce @callivich @gardenerian @lupeloto @francesrose3
@palepinkgoat @heymacy @lee-ow @roryonic @thepupperino
@doshiart and anyone else I'm probably forgetting!
#tag game#weekly tag games#tag game wednesday#google predictions failing at life like I am#I love this trope
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pairing: exhusband!Captain John Price x fem!Reader
summary: You visit your ex-husband, in your once shared home. The memories are painful. But only for you.
Unfortunately, after that one bloody mission, John doesn't remember you.
The memory of your life together, blurred in his mind.
tags: afab reader, hurt, ex lovers, ex-husband, recollection of death, loss of memory , ambiguous/open ending
1.6 k words
author's note: Once I wrote some random thoughts about our gorgeous captain. Today I've put it all together. Comments welcome, let me know if it's worth writing another part, because I don't know what to think. I guess I like sad stories…. and can't get the ex-husband plot out of my mind. Sorry not sorry <3
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The clock ticked quietly somewhere in the distance, deep in the corridor, steadily, rhythmically.
The water in the kitchen tap dripped, quietly reminding you that you need to change the gasket but also to fix some other things in the flat.
Even though you moved here a few months ago, you still don't feel at home.
You feel uncomfortable. Like a guest in a hotel.
All the objects seemed foreign, belonging to someone else. Or maybe nobody's.
Everything has been renovated, painted, bought and new.
Just for you.
Cat curled up in a ball, lies next to you on a small red sofa.
And in front of you on a small, vintage coffee table steams warm coffee. Another one that day. The only meal for many weeks.
You rub your eyes, even though no more tears have appeared in them for days. It still burns you and you feel this tingling under your eyelids. Something like fine sand, irritating your eyeballs and hurting the soft delicate flesh of your eyelids.
You try to take it in stride. On days like these, weekends, holidays, when you are left alone in a small flat. You fall apart into millions of pieces.
Alone.
The pain under your ribs, the pressure in your sternum, your throat squeezed like in a vice. Memories haunt you at every step. A constant battle with the past, something you beg for every sleepless night to finally go away.
To be finally erased.
You should burn the photos, throw away the gifts.
Bury the past at last. To move on. After all, this is what you wanted.
A lot of time fighting, trying.
Days of sweat shed, of anger, of trying again and again. And in the end, powerlessness.
Sunk in your thoughts, you stare, with heavy eyelids, at the empty space under the TV. Once, in another warm home, the shelf was filled with DVDs of one's favourite films. Classic.
A familiar sound interrupts your gloomy rush of thoughts. Looking at the phone screen, you smile slightly.
Your boys have been calling every day.
‘Hi Johnny’ You say with a grunt, trying to chase away the sad thoughts, not letting him know that you are tormenting yourself with the past again.
You should not agree. The paperwork you signed, and the arrangements in the documents, were approved, many months ago.
That was not the deal. This is not how you discussed the contract. This is not why you are sitting here now.
Yet, you can't say no to them. Not after all they've given up their lives, made sacrifices and…
Sitting in an old rusty cheap car. In your familiar driveway, in this new, friendly neighbourhood.
You hesitate to get out. Your hands are sweaty, in a firm grip on the worn-out steering wheel. So you give yourself a few minutes to calm down. You never wanted to show them, him, that you were continuing to suffer badly. That you haven't really moved on.
You have to be tough.
As the door finally slams shut behind you with a quiet click, the same scent reaches your nostrils once again.
Earthy and heavy from the cigars and the cherry wood burning in the fireplace, a slightly sweet smoke with a subtle fruity aftertaste, with a slight bitter note.
A scent so familiar, so close.
But it's not your scent.
The resignation has been signed. The decision had been made.
There was no going back.
Johnny stands in front of you looking at you apologetically.
‘Sure I understand. Duty calls.’
You say gently squeezing his shoulder in a gesture of understanding. Or maybe you want to convince yourself that you're not angry. There's no problem. Some kind of confirmation that it's not their fault you have to be here again. That you are standing in this big modern house, from a dream project .
In the place that was supposed to be your home.
Of course boys hired 24/7 nursing. But also they themselves, his squad soldiers, alternated days and nights here. They practically lived here. So if the medical caretaker went for a few days' holiday and the three men had to go on a sudden urgent mission for a few days. It was your job to be here and help.
You couldn't let them down. You could not say no. You could not answer the phone. Pretend it doesn't concern you.
You had to be here.
You had to be strong.
For him.
When you are finally left alone in the hallway and the big car disappears around the corner. You feel that hole in your heart, opening up again.
Those missing pieces to fill it. They are just behind a thin, wall. A couple of steps. A few seconds.
When you finally stand in the large room, as usual, dark curtains hang from the ceiling to the floor, covering the terraced windows.
The semi-darkness of the room has always accompanied him when he watches movies.
You stare at his profile illuminated by artificial television light.
Despite the years spent in the army, the many litres of blood shed, the many scars on his body.
He continued to watch the same films.
War movies, classics.
The screams and gunshots accompanied him since he opened his eyes and when he closed them.
It was already burned into his mind. Written into his gut.
It's just a shame that this one fucking wound, made him forget.
He forgot about you.
‘Hi.’
You say uncertainly standing in the corner of the couch.
You can't look at him.
You don't want to see the ocean blue of his irises, the wrinkles around his eyes. The slightly grey hair. The little freckle on his nose. The fidgety trimmed beard - which his boys were now taking care of.
‘Oh, mornin’ ‘
His voice seems even deeper to you, slightly hoarse. Perhaps already stranger.
‘How are you feeling today. Captain?’
You spit out the last word like a poisonous snake. You want to say something completely different. To shout what you said to him every night. Every morning intertwined when you were here, together. Alone.
‘You don't have to be so official, ma'am. I'm out of the army.’
John is gallant as ever. It's the same every damn time.
Ma'am, lady. Miss.
He's never said your name since that day.
Forgotten.
That hole in your heart, never to be filled by his pieces again.
The conversation goes on as usual, John again thinking you are just another medical assistant employed by his former teammates.
Brothers in arms.
Brothers in war.
Brothers in the last of the battles.
You want to shout to him how much you hate him, how much you despise him. How much it aches you. How much it hurts you that he doesn't remember anything.
A bloody mission.
Yet, as usual, you sit and listen once again to the same questions, the stories. As if you've turned on that worst episode of your favourite show again. The last one.
Every time he leaves. During every time he was away. On every such occasion. You were ready for the funeral.
The black dress continued to hang in that wardrobe, a few rooms away.
Perhaps it would have been better if it had simply been buried six feet underground. In an oak dark box. Cold and with an equally empty head about you.
Maybe it would be easier for you that way.
You've already said goodbye to one light casket with his last name on it.
Because that hole in your heart was much bigger than the missing fragments of your husband, ex-husband.
For a longer monologue, more memories, of his past work. Of his previous life. What you counted as ‘before’.
Because what was ‘after’ was a blur. No matter.
John stares at you, finally taking his eyes off the TV. The end credits move lazily across the large TV screen.
You smile slightly when your gazes finally meet.
He is handsome still.
Maybe even more beautiful than you remembered him.
It would seem that the man's calm face does not hide his wounded, hollow mind.
Physically he looks maybe even better than during his time in the army. In fact, better than at the time of your marriage.
Unwittingly the corners of your mouth gently lift up.
Doubtless Simon has been training with him, the hard workouts and the proper diet prepared by the new Captain are yielding great results. A well-deserved successor.
A plain red t-shirt lightly framed John's broad, muscular shoulders.
Grey casual sweatpants once too loose were now gently stretched around his massive thighs.
You don't have the strength to explain to him once again who you are. So when he once again addresses you as a total stranger you don't react.
You wanted so badly to climb on his thighs, to punch him in the chest, maybe even scratch him. To make him feel some kind of pain at least for a moment, that thing you feel non-stop, something to bring you two together again.
Feel his heart beat faster, and enter his mind, scratch out every shadowy particle. To brighten and put your memories there.
Ours.
Nothing in this house resembles that life anymore. There are no pictures here. There are no flowers.
There is no more laughter and joyful banter.
No more singing and quiet murmurs of delight.
The three of you are gone.
Finally, as you lower your gaze to his hands, which hesitantly stroke the fabric of the armchair. The image is blurred.
Finally, tears well up in your eyes.
You can no longer see a trace of the ring. No lighter stripe stands out on the slightly tanned skin. There is no faint hollow in the fleshy part of his worked-up ring finger.
Although everything is a blur.
The gold glistens gently reflecting the soft light of the television.
The object that was such an important symbol. A vow. A promise.
As if playfully winking at you.
#captain john price#captain price#call of duty#captain john price x reader#john price#cod x reader#exhusband!johnprice#call of duty fanfic#cod fanfic#john price cod#john price x reader#john price x you
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WIP Wednesday! Whoo!!! 🥳
Tagged by: @nostalgic-woodwind
I'm not sure when this'll take place.
Might be part 2 of IBS, might not be.
Idk! We'll see!
TW: Caregiver burnout, neglect, fighting, arguing, drinking, guilt, hurt, implied death, panic attack.
Drift away: Husk and Angel
"Husk? Are you good?" Angel asks.
"I'm fine." Husk says. "Just...tired," he says. “Between working at the bar and taking care of you, I haven't had a lot of time to myself to just relax.” He explains.
"I know I've been regressing a lot lately, keeping you up." Angel says. “I didn't realize I was stressing you out so much, I'm sorry.” Angel says, feeling rather guilty over it, not that he can help when he regresses, but he should have noticed Husk's stress earlier.
Husk shakes his head. "No, it's not that." He lies. "Just- don't worry about it. I just need to sleep tonight and I'll be fine.” He says.
Angel raises an eyebrow. "Husk, it's fine to admit if you need a break. I know I can be a lot sometimes.”
"You're not, I just- well, you are, but I can handle it, I promise.” Husk insists.
Angel moves his head towards Husk, stretching his neck out a little, leaning over the bar to face him. "Hey, it's okay if you need a break, or just not in the mood to care for me." Angel says. "I can take care of myself for a bit. It's no big deal.”
Husk shakes his head, moving further away from Angel. "When you're little and you need me -"
"Even then." Angel says sternly. "You have to take care of yourself, Husk. If you tell me you need a few hours, I can entertain myself." Angel says. "I have for a few years now, in case you forgot."
Husk looks away from Angel again and shakes his head. "No, I can't just leave you by yourself." He says. "That wouldn't work.”
Angel raises an eyebrow at him. “Why not?”
Husk looks at him again. “You should sit down, you'll hurt yourself leaning over the bar like that.”
Angel frowns, sitting down as he was told. "I've been by myself before, Husk." Angel says. "If it makes you feel better, you can leave me with nuggets or someone else. Charlie probably wouldn’t mind if you left me with her for a bit.”
Husk sighs. “Angel-”
“Husk, you need to take a break every now and then, I'm fine.” Angel insists. “I promise I'm okay.”
"No! I can't leave you alone." Husk says sternly. "I can't!"
"What is wrong with you?" Angel asks him.
"Nothing!" Husk shouts, causing Angel to get off the stool and take a step back. His extra eyes glowing defensively.
Husk sighs. "I-” He huffs, unable to say what it is he should.
Angel looks at him with concern. "Husk…”
"I'm done having this conversation with you." Husk says, "If you really want to be left alone, I'll leave you alone."
Husk starts to walk away, obvious Angel shooting through him…
Angel's frown deepened. "Husk, I didn’t mean to-"
“I said I didn't want to talk about it.” Husk says.
“I'm sorry.” Angel says.
But Husk doesn't respond, he storms off, leaving Angel alone.
Angel feels a pain in his chest.
What did he do wrong?
~~~Husk:~~~
Husk leaves the hotel, not caring what anyone has to say about it...
Not caring if Angel hates him,
Or if Charlie and Vaggie attempt to lecture him about this...
Ic Alastor tears him apart for leaving…
So fucking be it! He doesn't care right now!
A single tear falls down his face…thinking of the last time he left someone…
He quickly wipes it away.
He needs a drink.
~~~Angel:~~~~
Angel sits back down at the bar, not understanding what just happened…
What did he do? Why was Husk so upset with him?
Tears force their way down Angel’s face…
This is all his fault!
He fucked up!
Again!
Made someone else leave him!
Why does he keep doing this- what is he doing!?
"Angel?" Charlie asks, appearing behind him. "What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?”
Vaggie is next to her, looking just as concerned.
Angel shakes his head. "I don't know- I- I don't- Husk, he-" Angel is trembling, he's not sure why he's reacting this way, he and Husk have fought before but…
But Husk has never left him because of it, and he supposed that's what was freaking him out.
Does Husk not like him anymore?
Was he mad?
Fucking damn it! Why can't he calm down enough to talk about it!?
Maybe Charlie can help him find out what he did wrong…
"Deep breathes, Angel." Charlie says, taking his hand. "Start from the beginning. I'm sure we can work this out."
Angel nods, taking some deep breaths. "It's Husk, he's just been so stressed out from taking care of me... I'm just too much for him sometimes. I guess- I didn't realize that I was...So, I apologized and tried to convince him to take a break but then he started getting mad and-... I didn't mean to upset him." He says. "I don't know what I did! I don't know why he's so mad at me. What did I do?”
"I don’t think you did anything." Vaggie says. "Something else is probably on."
Charlie nods. "Yeah, maybe Husk is just experiencing caregiver burnout.” She says. “And maybe he's feeling a bit guilty about it.”
Angel nods. “Maybe.”
“This isn't your fault, Angel. Just be patient with him, we can talk to him together if that would help." Charlie suggests.
Angel nods. "Yeah...okay."
"We can make a schedule, set times for you to regress, and times for Husk to take breaks, days I can watch you instead. You know I'd take any excuse to take care of you for a few hours." She smiles, causing Angel to roll his eyes, smiling also.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Angel. I promise.” Charlie says. “Once Husk calms down, you two can talk it out and everything will be fine.”
Angel frowns. “But what if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he's done with me?” Angel asks.
“...Angel.” Charlie says. “Husk…kinda cares a lot about you. He talks about nothing else, he waits eagerly for you to come home every night, his face lights up when you're around. I doubt one little squabble will change any of that.” She says.
“He does? Really?” Angel asks.
“You haven't noticed?” Charlie asks.
Angel shrugs.
“It's true, he cares about you a lot. He loves you.” Charlie says. “I'm sure everything will be fine.”
Angel smiles again and nods. “Thanks, Charlie.”
Charlie offers Angel a hug and he takes it.
It doesn't last too long though, Angel pulls away three seconds later.
“How about we watch a movie while we wait for Husk to come back?” Charlie suggested. “That'll help the time pass.”
Angel nods, arms holding his other arms. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Vaggie let's Charlie take care of Angel, taking him to another room so he can calm down some more.
Caregiver burnout is pretty normal, Vaggie deals with it all the time, and so does Charlie.
But Vaggie wasn't convinced that was all this was... No, something was going on with Husk.
And she was going to find out what it was.
~~~Husk and Vaggie: hours later~~~
Husk walks back into the hotel when he thinks Angel would give up and be fast asleep.
He knew Angel would try to stay up for him…but Angel also has work tomorrow so he can't stay up too long.
He regretted the way he talked to him, he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't face the spider yet.
He can apologize in the morning before Angel leaves.
Angel was only trying to help, this wasn't his fault.
If Husk could just learn to manage stuff better, everything would be fine.
He needs to take care of Angel, who knows what could happen if he doesn't!
His mind feels a sharp pain thinking about what could happen…
He hears glasses moving around near the bar…Niffty must be trying to hide again.
He sighs, Niffty could hurt herself doing that, he had to go over there and stop her, doesn't matter how much he just wants to pass out right now.
But once he makes it in front of the bar he doesn't see Niffty…but Vaggie.
“Hey.” Vaggie pours him a drink and hands it to him. “Rough night?”
Husk looks up at her confused. “What are you doing?”
"When people need to talk, you're there for them. You're always the listening ear, supporting everyone who needs to vent. But, you don't have that. So, I'll be your bartender tonight." Vaggie says. "What's going on?"
Husk sighs. “Is Angel okay?” He asks, figuring that she must have talked to him already.
“Angel's fine.” Vaggie says. “What's going on with you?”
Husk sighs. “I'm fine.”
Vaggie crosses her arms and gives him a look that makes him realize she's not going anywhere. “You're not.” She says. “Charlie thinks you're dealing with burnout, Angel said you refused to take a break. What's going on?”
Husk picks up the drink and closes his eyes. “I need to take care of Angel. He just doesn't understand that, I can't just take a break.”
“Why not?” Vaggie asks.
Husk takes a drink. “Because.”
“Because why?” Vaggie persists.
“Because!” Husk shouts.
“Because why!?” Vaggie asks, matching his tone.
He notices Vaggie’s face deflates.
Going from stern to worried.
The same face Angel had…
They just don't get it!
“...because I've done this before.” Husk admits. “I took care of someone…and the one time I didn't, the one time I said no is when they didn't make it.”
Vaggie's eyes widened. “Husk…what are you talking about?”
Husk has never talked about this before…not to anyone…is he really sure he should let himself be this vulnerable?
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Hi! How are you doing? I wanted to ask if you know some stories that are similar to MK. It can be another game, manga/webtoon, or even movies/series/dramas. I want to read or watch a similar story with an interesting plot and deep stories, but not too complicated. The storyline has to be logical/coherent and well written. The characters must be strong and have interesting personalities, good developments and if possible, good relationships too. I don't have a particular theme in mind, but I'd like some romance in the story (the two lovers are equals). If you have some recommendations or if someone else has some stories to share, I'm interested! Thank you ❤️
Hi! I'm very good thank you. I hope you're doing well too ❤
I'm not going to help out much when it comes to other games, webtoons, movies or series as what I play, read or watch in these categories don't really fit Masquerade Kiss' universe.
Anyone is welcome to leave recommendations as well. Try to tag @ himawari ⬆ for visibility so your comment can be seen
MK is pretty unique so not everything I recommend is even 50% close to being similar to MK, so I mostly rely on core details that match.
However when it comes to mangas/animes, there are ones I can instantly think about, and some others that have similarities as well. Some of them don't involve romance but I tried to think of ones who do.
Black Butler
If you're looking for something similar to Kei's route, let me introduce you to my favorite anime and manga ✨ Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji ✨
It doesn't involve the romance you're looking for, but the story is deep, linked to religion and a sexy demon butler, with one of the main characters (Ciel) having a very similar past to Kei. It's actually the only one I can think of that is so similar to MK overall, but it's definitely darker.
It involves the same things we see in Kei's route in general: rejection of religious faith, demons (but here an actual one), philosophy about what being a human is, child abuse in a religious setting, being left as an orphan, and another thing very similar to Kei that I will not spoil as it is a big plot twist in the manga. (But tbh I wouldn't be surprised if the writer in charge of Kei got inspired by Black Butler)
(However, keep in mind that if you watch the anime, you need to look up the episodes that are adapted from the manga so the plot stays coherent (the anime has some parts of S1 and S2 that were invented, and you should avoid watching those, unless you want to, if you want to understand the actual plot)
The Apothecary Diaries
The romance is not completely established yet even in the manga, as it is slow burn. However the FL is extremely interesting and strong, intelligent as well as very funny. The ML is equally as good, and both have a very interesting relationship.
I recommend this one especially for the "equals" part you're looking for, but the era they're in in this universe doesn't fit MK's. But the story is quite deep and not that hard to understand
Spy x Family
This one is linked to spies and assassins, and family life in general in a cold war setting. I realize as I'm writing this just how much I suck at doing these masterpieces justice btw.
Anyway, the characters are extremely good. The story, with all its comedy and funny moments, is also quite profound as you have characters start to understand what love is (kind of similar to MK as well in this aspect?) and well, it's about ✨ spies ✨ I like to compare the MK Boss and Twilight (the ML) as they're incredible at their work.
The romances are not well established as well in this one but they're slowly building.
The era is also a bit different, but it's not too shocking
Kaguya-sama: Love is War
This one is also a funny one. The FL and ML and side characters are all amazing and well written. It's an elite high school setting. It's not dark like the others ones I've mentioned and is more of a comfort anime/manga.
I think the characters' banter can be similar to what we're used to see in MK, and it's a lovely, although frustrating at times, slow burn
7th Time Loop: The Villainess enjoys a carefree life married to her worst enemy!
I almost tired my fingers out typing that title, but this anime has a really good romance with a very independent, strong, intelligent and capable FL, with a strong, cold but actually tender ML.
Not the same era as MK again, but it's another one with both leads being equally as good and having a good relationship (although it's not easy at first). The FL's belief in justice and her kindness are also similar to our lovely MK MC as well.
I don't know if you have already watched or read those, but that's mostly what I could think of. Sadly, I have yet to find one very similar to MK's glamour, sensual, funny and dark vibe myself but I hope I helped you a bit, and if I didn't, then I'm sorry and I hope you'll find something good!
I guess the Mission Impossible movies that the MC loves so much are actual inspirations for MK? So you might be interested in those if you haven't watched them.
The movie or series about Hannibal Lecter with Mads Mikkelsen for Kei's route as well? Although I haven't watched it myself so I don't know if it was an inspiration, and it's gore, so be careful with the warnings
I could recommend you French romantic movies that MC would enjoy and that would be similar to MK (as MK heavily implements French references in its content), but I won't be able to guarantee there'll be a translation for you to understand, so I'm giving up the idea
Thank you for the ask, and have a lovely day/night ❤
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