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brittscafe · 4 months

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Sukuna Ryomen Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Sukuna Ryomen x fem! reader.

SFW:

wooooo does this man have such an attitude, it's a miracle you've managed to put up with him this long.

He's coldhearted, selfish, immoral, and ungodly sadistic.

Although, he tones it down when you're around, at least he tries.

He cannot figure it out for the life of him why he gets so annoyed when he feels his heart change when you're around.

You make him feel special and loved, but sometimes he questions it.

He hates what you do to him, how you make him feel, but at the same time he loves it.

Def calls you a brat all the time and then pats the top of your head.

Will complain when you want to cuddle on top of him, but he likes the feeling of you on top of him.

When he complains, sometimes you'll try to get up and walk away, but Sukuna has the world's strongest death grip on your waist.

When you're cuddling, his hands definitely wonder.

His hands are almost always on your ass, squeezing it or squeezing the back of your thighs.

He knows he can be a pain in the ass some days so he tries to be nicer, but that never really happens.

Sukuna can be more soft with you tho, especially when he can tell that you're tired or had a rough day.

He's so possessive of you and he easily gets jealous.

God forbid a man lays eyes on you because that man no long has eyes or a heartbeat.

"Don't lay your eyes on my woman again." he'll say or something along those lines.

You know that Sukuna has a violent nature so you get use to it.

calls you my girl or my woman, he def uses my woman more often though.

Have trying to get this man to compliment you because he won't ever.

If you asleep in his arms, he'll think that you're sooo cute and run his knuckles along your cheek.

He'll never express how he really feels about you, so if you need reassurance, best leave now.

Sukuna gets disgusted with himself when he thinks about how much he really loves you.

Sukuna can just be confused and will question why you love him.

No one has ever loved him or not feared him, so why don't you?

I think Sukuna lives for reassurance though and he craves it, but he'll never ask for it.

He's lowkey embarrassed and ashamed of his emotions deep down.

Likes it when you scratch the back of his neck.

Since he's so busy being the king of curses, I imagine that he falls asleep first.

BUT he cannot fall asleep unless you're right beside him, rubbing his back or whispering soft mumbles into his ear as his arms are snug around your waist.

my poor baby just needs some love okay?! (I can fix him)

NSFW:

Ok y'all, please prepare yourself bc I am unhinged when it comes to this man. I apologize in advance 😭

At first sex is a selfish act for Sukuna, only caring about his pleasure.

He'll shove you down onto your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth.

You'll definitely gag on it and tears will stream down your face, but you won't stop.

The way Sukuna is standing above you, grinning and staring down at you as your lips are wrapped around his fat cock.

You feel yourself getting wet in between your thighs as Sukuna's jaw drops open, a low groan leaving his mouth.

Although once you voice how you want to feel pleasure too, he realizes that he can get pleasure out of your own pleasure.

For sure spanks you until you're crying or there's red marks on your ass. Squeezes your ass as well.

We've already stated that Sukuna is super sadistic, so pain is just part of your sex life at this point.

He has no shame humiliating you in public; pulling your panties down and making you scream his name as he pleasures you.

He'll have such a rough grip on your hips or wherever he's holding you that it leaves bruises.

Def has a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it.

DOGGY (sorry, I had to say it 😭)

Sukuna loves any position where he can see your ass jiggle as he thrusts into your abused cunt.

Reserve cowgirl where his hands are on your waist, moving you back and forth off his cock.

He gets annoyed when you decide to get on top but then get tired, so he has to do the work.

He loves when you call him daddy, but it kind of threw him off the first time he heard it, but now it's his fav.

Sukuna makes it his personal mission to make you squirt each time you release.

He's got four arms for a reason...yk what i'm saying 🫣🫣

Two arms holding you down so you can't escape his strong grip and the other two pleasuring you.

Really tests you to your limits, probably until you almost pass out or something.

A safe word is needed, especially when Sukuna is ramming his hips into yours and his hand is rubbing circles on your clit.

Easily pins you down on the bed and makes you beg, whimper, and whine for his cock as he's just rubbing it along your folds, being a menace.

He's got unlimited stamina and could fuck you into the mattress for days, but he stops when you reach your limit.

I think he's very vocal in bed; degrading you, groaning as he slides into your wet pussy, making you beg for him, etc.

I don't think aftercare is his biggest priority tbhhhh. if you talk to him about it, he'll put some effort in.

He likes to be clean afterwards and he'll tease you about how good you sounded moaning his name as he cleans you up.

The two of you just lounge and mostly talk about what you're going to do tomorrow.

Sukuna passes out right after, being so comfortable and warm right beside you with an arm hanging over your back or stomach.

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electraslight · 16 days

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Gwen Tennyson is one of my favorite characters in anything ever but there's this pervasiveness in this fandom that shes. Well. A nice, good person. And I don't really like that, especially when shes absolved of her very clear faults to the detriment of other characters. Basically all of Gwen and Kevin's relationship is Gwen doing things to Kevin that, in a normal show, she would be made to apologize for, like rushing him into a relationship when he has made it clear he is not interested at that moment, trying to make him jealous and putting their whole team in danger (which is entirely put on bens shoulders and not hers), hitting him as a punchline for a joke when all Kevin's done is make a silly comment, calling him ugly, blah blah blah you get my point I've been over this a billion times. There are other characters who get the short stick too. In the episode where Elena pretends to be Julie and puts the alien trio under the impression that she ditched nationals to hang out with ben, sure as a friend you'd be worried, but Gwen keeps saying over and over that it's not like julie, she shouldn't put a boy over herself, telling her she made a bad decision, even when julie tells her no, I've made my decision, I don't want to talk about this. Gwen does not respect anyone's boundaries even people like Kevin, Julie, and Ben, who are supposed to be her friends. But people in the fandom characterize Gwen as sweet, kind, helpful, never in the wrong ever even when she is doing something horrible. Remember when people used to say that "Gwen didn't deserve kevin" not because of the constant belittling of his interests, lack of appreciation of his boundaries (see also: those scenes in Trade Off where Kevin repeatedly takes her hand off of him and she keeps trying to touch him anyway), and general nastiness, but because Kevin, who was at the time under the impression that Gwen was getting tired of him (wonder why he'd think that what with her calling him hideous every other episode) got groomed, assaulted, and enslaved. And that's his fault I guess because he's a guy and guys can't get abused. Gwevin is so good you guys the only problem is Kevin,the guy who left his entire support system to go live with his girlfriend, the guy who carries her bags and nonstop talks about how much he lives her when she can never muster up a word to say about him besides "He's nice" and "he's changed". Gwen is always in the right because shes a girl boss character who is not allowed to have flaws besides being stuck up or whatever, and it's totally OK if she needlessly suspects everyone around her and crosses the boundaries of basically everyone she talks to. Read me this: if you think female characters should be strong, why shouldn't you acknowledge Gwen's flaws? Why is it better to have a character who's kind, sweet, motherly, badass but only in ways that won't upstage the male main character, than an awkward, horrible teenage girl who loves people so strongly she strangles them, who's overly paranoid based on her own biases, who views her friends as projects she can fix, but God she is trying so hard. God, I'm begging you, please factor this in to your Gwen fanworks, I'm so tired of her being portrayed as a good person. Shes not a good person. Shes a 16 year old girl.

(Also sorry I talked so much about gwevin its just that Gwen isn't allowed to be her own person outside of men in this show)

#ben 10 #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #gwen tennyson #b10

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ridhearts · 2 years

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it's in the little things {heartslabyul + savanaclaw}

OK SO. this started off as a "antithetical things they'd do when they're into you" but it turned into just. things that they do when interested. Some of them go along with the first inspo and are like "oh no they have feelings their world is upside down now" and others are just. cute. So just consider this me throwing offerings into the void so maybe the inspirations/motivation monster will come back to my brain <3

Heartslabyul

Riddle - in the way he fixes you up gently

Late! You were late!

Grim bounded ahead of you, eager to get a quick breakfast before the line closed until lunch. You were simply trying to keep an eye on him, already having resigned yourself to the few crushed granola bars in the bottom of your backpack. Barely catching the glass door as it shut behind Grim, you hurried down the halls and tried not to let your feet slide out from underneath you. Your effort was for naught when you nearly collided with a body the moment you turned the corner into the cafeteria. Riddle let out a surprised ack!, fighting to balance something held in his arms. You staggered back as well, apologies already falling from your lips.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Riddle!” You said breathlessly. “I know, I know, running isn’t allowed in the halls, but…we had a late start.”

Riddle gave you a quick once-over, expression flat but at least not angry. He sighed, handing you the container in his hands with a quiet, “These are for you.”

“Oh-?” You were able to open the container and spy a few homemade muffins before Riddle gently pressed against your chin.

“Chin up. I’ve told you before that you should maintain a neat appearance,” He murmured to himself. His chiding words were gentle, as were his hands as they freely adjusted the buttons on your blazer, straightening out the fabric where he could and fixing the way the collar of your shirt fell over the jacket. With deft, practiced fingers, he tied the ribbon around your neck too, stopping just before it constricted your throat. You swallowed when he leaned back half an inch to inspect his work, anticipating the way his face almost immediately darkened and he rushed to pull his hands away.

“Thanks, Riddle,” You said before he could stammer himself into embarrassment. He pulled nervously at his own shirt collar once.

“You should make sure to wake up on time…” He scolded weakly, voice trailing off before he cleared his throat. “I mean, ahem, the Queen forbids eating in class, so…you should finish those before it’s time to leave!”

He turned and left before you could respond, walking stiffly like a toy soldier. With a fond sigh, you looked at the box of Trey’s treats in your hands. At least Grim would be interested in this part of your story.

Trey - in the way he plainly lays out his intentions for you

Everybody depended on Trey, that much was obvious. The members of his dorm even called him mom on multiple occasions, only half-joking despite the grimace he tried to hide. It’s not like they were being entirely unreasonable, either - Trey was one of the most dependable guys at school. Yet who was there for him to lean on?

You, apparently.

You didn’t mind, of course. Through years of being the dependable one, Trey knew how to confide in you without it feeling like too much. Still, you noticed how he relaxed more and more, until he was no longer filtering his frustrations to you. Perhaps there wasn’t a genuinely mean bone in his body - just a bunch of tired ones, ones that yearned to rest in the solace you were happy to provide.

There was a funny domesticity to the whole thing that made your stomach twist in knots the longer you thought about it. Behind you, Trey was helping Grim through the last problem on his alchemy homework, the job you assigned to him to keep him away while you cleaned the last of your dishes. Perfectly in tune, Grim scampered away to put his paper with yours just as you pulled the plug in the sink and dried your hands. A moment later, you appeared behind Trey and let him lean into you, wrapping your arms loosely around the top of his chest.

“Thank you for helping him,” You murmured. “That’s one less thing I have to do.”

“It’s nothing,” He answered, and meant it. You were one of very few people he truly didn’t mind helping out no matter how many times you asked. “Besides, now that means I get you to myself.”

There it was again - something said so flippantly that made your heart do somersaults in your chest. Not quite knowing how far you could go, you leaned your head forward and placed the lightest of kisses to the top of his head.

“Do you really not know that I’ve been all yours since the start?” You ventured, keeping your face hidden behind his head even if he wouldn’t have been able to see you if you hadn’t. “It’s alright. I don’t mind reminding you.”

You weren’t sure how you’d get him to believe you for real, but he reached up and squeezed your forearm, and you knew you’d manage it somehow for a shot at this being real.

Cater - in the steadfast attention he gives you

Riddle looked about ready to blow a gasket, face red and sharp glare on Cater. Or rather, on Cater’s hand as he scrolled mindlessly through magicam.

“Cater,” Riddle said through gritted teeth, “Do I need to remind you of the rules to start an Unbirthday party? Put your phone away. Please.”

“Are we even going to start before the Prefect gets here?” He asked, unamused. Ace peered over Cater’s shoulder and made a face when he saw that he was looking through your magicam account. Not only was his crush making him moody, it was apparently making him a lovelorn sap, too.

Before Riddle could respond, you barreled through the entrance to the garden, out of breath and holding Grim by the scruff of his neck. He wriggled and shouted, effectively drawing everyone’s attention from the punishment that was about to happen before their eyes.

“SO sorry I’m late! Grim started a fire just before we-” You looked around you and saw a handful of tense first years along with a very angry Riddle. “Oh, is this because of me? I’m really, really sorry, I was going to tell you but I thought I could make it.”

“IT IS NOT - ah,” Riddle started loudly before catching himself and taking a deep breath. “It’s not your fault, Prefect. Cater here-”

“Saved you a seat!!” Cater interrupted, pulling out the chair next to him and eagerly patting the cushion. You gave Riddle a small smile before sitting, finally releasing Grim from your hold. A gray blur darted around the garden before ultimately ending up on your lap while you chuckled at something Cater said. His phone was nowhere to be seen.

Deuce - in how eager he is to please you

Deuce was determined to approach his new school life openly, honestly, and with more effort than anybody else in the student population. Becoming an honor student was an entirely new experience for him, so he figured it’d be best not to complicate matters with unnecessary mind games. For similar reasons, he took the same approach to how to deal with you, his very first ‘oh-my-goodness-the-prefect-is-totally-out-of-my-league-but-i-think-they’re-WAY-cooler-than-everyone-else-and-i-can’t-just-lie-to-them-so-i’ll-win-them-over-with-the-hidden-charm-my-mom-said-i-have-when-i-lamented-to-her-in-my-last-letter’ crush.

It didn’t help that on top of being insanely clever and tough and attractive, you were also totally smart. You didn’t even have magic and yet, if it weren’t for Grim’s scores bringing down your average, you’d easily be at the top of the first year class on every test. He HAD to take you up on your offer to study; he’d get to spend more time with you AND he’d get the best tutor in the grade to make his honor student dreams come true!

An unexpected outcome to this, though, was the immense pressure Deuce felt to impress you. What if he failed a test? You would be disappointed in him, right? Would you feel like it was your fault? Would you hate him forever and never study with him again??? The thought kept him up later than his worries about the test did, though Deuce would never admit it. (Ace might, if he ever got the admission out of him.)

His worries were for nothing, though, as he walked out of the room with a solid 86 earned entirely on his own. Deuce’s first instinct was to run down the hallway hollering in excitement, but he kept that inside in favor of waiting for you.

“So, how’d you do?” You asked as soon as you saw Deuce standing against the wall. You could see Deuce consider tricking you and saying he failed, but the excited bounce in his mannerisms gave him away. Instead he showed you his test, cheering with you when you loudly congratulated him. “I knew you could do it! All that studying really paid off!”

Ace, who had followed you out of the classroom and went entirely unnoticed, huffed and waved the both of you off. “Alright, lovebirds, just meet me at lunch,” He grumbled, gesturing for Grim to follow him. Deuce let him leave, instead relishing in your praise while he had it. Not for the first time, he considered himself lucky to be able to hold your attention for so long.

Ace - in how deeply he allows himself to feel for you

Ace wasn’t shallow, but he wasn’t exactly the deepest sea, either. He could understand many of the deep, complicated feelings his classmates often lamented, but he preferred to coast on the surface, floating cheerfully in his little bird-shaped floatie with a drink in hand. That is to say, Ace was usually much happier just accepting things as they were. If somebody didn’t like him, fine. If something was fun, do it again until somebody came around to ruin it. Then, move on to the next thing. Life didn’t have to be that deep - or, at least, his life didn’t need to be. It didn’t seem too fun down there anyway.

But then you reached up and pulled him down by the ankle, forcing him to sink to emotional depths he never bothered with before.

It wasn’t dark or scary like he was expecting. Actually, he was having fun with what he was experiencing. The way his heart pounded out of nowhere was close to an adrenaline rush, and the warmth that spread through his body wasn’t the worst thing. But he was definitely sinking, a pressure building on his lungs that was getting harder and harder to ignore. Would he acclimate? Would they burst? Ace didn’t know, and he found when he opened his mouth to ask he was only met with bubbles.

There wasn’t much of a difference between the way he acted before and after you turned his life upside down. Nobody really paid close enough attention to notice the way he held on to your hand a little longer while leading you around campus, or how his laughter faded out a little quicker in favor of watching you. When he allowed his thoughts to drift and he remembered there might come a day you have to leave forever - a day that could be just around the corner, for all anybody knew - a dark feeling settled in his gut that stubbornly stuck to his insides. There were little things he began to notice, little moments he began to collect, and they made him sink faster like pebbles in his pockets.But..being down beneath the surface really wasn’t the worst thing. Not if you were the one pulling him down.

Savanaclaw

Leona - in the ways he can’t quite play it cool

There were a lot of subtleties within Leona that you didn’t yet understand. It wasn’t for lack of trying, of course. You were simply still learning, and Leona proved to be just as difficult as you expected. He was guarded, everything he gave you was purposely an inch short of what you wanted, and what you were beginning to understand about him was telling you that he would never, ever give you a straight answer for any of your questions.

You only knew Leona for a few months, though. Ruggie has known him longer.

It wasn’t entirely your fault that you seemed to be grasping for hints in every direction. You weren’t even familiar with beastman mannerisms, so how could you be expected to dig even deeper than that? Ruggie, on the other hand, lived with lions for a while, and one in particular has been the main receiver of his attention for a while. Even without his knack for reading people, Ruggie would be an absolute fool not to notice how utterly hopeless Leona was when it came to you.

Leona’s ears were always perked up, one part of him alert even when the rest of him was dead asleep. Catching Leona unguarded was almost impossible, as his ears were always listening. Ruggie thought Leona was merely protecting what was his, making sure that when he helped himself to some of the prince’s items he wasn’t taking something Leona particularly treasured. What Ruggie was beginning to realize, though, was that they were listening for you.

Ruggie asked Leona about once, in a round-about way that they both knew was intended to preserve both their prides. Leona claimed he was merely bracing himself for the annoyances that trailed behind you at every turn, yet the way his ears lowered slightly, relaxed when you greeted him, gave him away.

More obvious than his ears was his tail.

Leona was not a touchy person. In fact, he preferred to be left alone entirely, whenever possible. The only person who could get away with even being close enough to touch him was Ruggie, and that was only when the only option to get Leona off the mattress in the morning was to push him off of it. You were the exception, as Ruggie was learning. You normally had his tail wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet, and half the time you didn’t even know it.

Ruggie watched with curiosity as you sat between him and Leona at lunch. That was another thing you could do - force Leona into rooms he normally wouldn’t bother with just with the promise of your premise - and a few seconds later, you had a tail wrapped around your back and resting on your lap like some sort of seat belt. Ruggie gave a breath of a laugh, looking away so Leona couldn’t prove exactly what amused him so much. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Leona was so obsessed with keeping you close, so interested in making sure you couldn’t be taken away. You just hadn’t yet learned where to look.

Ruggie - in the things he shares

Ruggie didn’t have a lot.

There were lots of good things about him - he was hard-working, straightforward, more clever than he gave himself credit for (even on days where he gave himself plenty of credit). As long as you were not the target of his jokes, he was funnier than most of the people around him. The more you thought about Ruggie, the more you could decide was wholly good about him.

But, materialistically - so, in the way that mattered - Ruggie didn’t have a lot.

He neither hid nor flaunted that fact. It was just something everybody knew, to the point where every move he made was reasoned away with “he never had a lot.” Ruggie’s hunting in the kitchen for food about to go bad? He’s resourceful like that, because he needed to be. Ruggie’s running to and fro on errands others should be doing? Probably collecting IOUs for the next time he finds he needs something. Truth be told, the assumption got kind of annoying at some point - while he can play very easily with others underestimating him, it did settle uneasily that people associated him with lacking something. It was like someone rubbed his fur the wrong way; not the end of the world, but definitely not ideal.

Ruggie spotted you sitting against a tree one day and instantly sighed in relief at his search being over. He had a lull in jobs, a time slot saved just for you - but he walked like he was on a mission, just so that people would leave him alone. Efficiency, and all that. As he approached, you smiled at him before turning your attention back to a textbook open on your lap. With little grace, he dropped a few plastic-wrapped food items in your lap and stood in front of you, his shadow stretching past you and up the trunk of the tree.

Your writing stopped and you blinked at the food a few times. When you looked up at him, the grin on your face was wider than it had any reason to be. Ruggie briefly wondered which would weigh heavier on his mind: the idea that you wondered why he gave this offering to you because it might be all he had, or the idea that he just wanted to make sure you, specifically you, were taken care of.

You looked hungry, was all, and Ruggie knew how to fix that. But you didn’t need to worry yourself with the details.

Jack - in the ways he shys away from you

“You won’t be able to carry all of that,” Jack said bluntly. You peeked at him from the side of the stack of boxes, blinking as if processing his audacity.

Professor Crewel sent you to the botanical garden to fetch a few boxes for the next class’ lab. It seemed a simple job at first, until you realized the boxes were full of heavy bags of fertilizer. Still, you put on a brave face and tried to heft the boxes up yourself, only able to make it a few steps at a time before needing to take a rest. Jack, who had been in the garden checking on a plant for a project, had half a mind to leave you alone to struggle. But the idea didn’t sit right in his stomach, turning in a way that was worse than just disagreeing with his personal honor code, so he decided to offer his help.

In a…roundabout, unintentionally-so-yet-still-semi-insulting way.

Your arms gave out and the boxes fell to the ground with a thud that drowned out your sigh. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. Do you think you could give me a hand?”

Of course he could. You knew he could. You did know he could, right? Jack lifted the boxes with ease and shook his head in disbelief, turning to the exit. “Lead the way, prefect.”

“Wow!” It took you a moment to marvel at his display of strength, your eyes practically burning the path your gaze took down his arms. After a moment, you scurried to match his pace. “Sorry, I’m just…always so amazed at how strong you are! It’s really impressive.”

You didn’t give him any time to embarrass himself with the visible shock that dawned on his face. With a soft exclamation, you ran to hold the door open for him, allowing Jack to collect himself for a moment. The only problem was his tail, wagging a mile a minute and showing no signs of stopping before he walked in front of you.

Just before he crossed the threshold, Jack stopped, pretending to adjust the boxes while willing his tail to at least slow down. It took longer than he’d like, but he eventually got it to a pace where he could pretend his tail was just swaying with the way he walked.

There were a lot of things he wished he could be more honest with you about, but the mere thought of even starting that conversation froze Jack’s blood. The ice in his veins burned more than the shame of taking such a cowardly way around things. He wished his tail would get the memo to stash all his feelings away, but alas, it was always too honest for his own good. Perhaps it was a sign…but for now, it was just a burden, one that you were getting too close to discovering each day.

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namleeea · 1 year

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"always by your side"

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: Your boyfriend Mason picks you up after your hard workday and comforts you!

Word count: 785

Author's note: I haven't written anything in such a long time...it upset me, but I can't help it...sometimes I'm a lazy snail, sorry. So! here we have...another fluff. What did you expect from me? And I'm a huge hurt/comfort fan yes...hope you enjoy this!

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The thin sole of the sneaker allows you to feel every stone under your feet when you go out into the street. Your work day just ended, so you decided to sit outside to clear your head, which looked like it was about to explode. It's been one of the toughest days in the last few weeks and you're mentally and physically exhausted. Legs ache from constant movement, eyes red and tired. You sigh heavily, sit down on a bench near the building of your place of work and take out your phone, almost automatically clicking on a familiar number. You were dying to talk to him.

“Hi babe. How are you?” Your favorite voice is heard on the phone. Mason was smiling. Obviously, he was in a good mood. At some point, you even managed to regret that you called, because you didn't want to spoil his mood.

“Hey” Your hoarse exhausted voice alerted your boyfriend. “Something happened?”

“I'm just...a little tired. It was a hard day, so much work” You tried to grin so your voice wouldn't sound so upset, but it didn't work out well.

“Y/n baby, do you want me to pick you up from work today?” A lump stood in your throat, you almost cried from impotence. You buried your head in your knees and smiled brokenly before answering Mason.

“I’m sorry. I would really like to say no so as not to burden you, but I'm really so tired and I wanna see you so much Mase”

“It's alright, love, you have nothing to apologize for. Have you finished yet?”

“Yes, I'm going to change now”

“Ok, I just finished too, so I'm getting in the car and I'll be there soon”

“Mase”

“Yea babe?”

“I love you” You whispered as if it were the most intimate thing in the world. His immediate response made you smile despite your exhaustion and drooping mood. “And I love you too, Y/n. I’ll be there soon!”

Mason drives up in 20 minutes, and when you get out and see his car in the parking lot, your whole body relaxes, as if throwing huge stones from your shoulders. He gets out to meet you and you fall into his arms, inhaling his scent.

"Hey, love" He kisses your temple and giggles when you poke your face into his chest. "I missed you so much Mase" You whispered.

"That's why I'm here, love. And I missed you too. So much" He fixing your hair, while talking. You never cease to wonder how he manages to put so much tenderness into every gesture towards you. And you loved it in him so much. "Are you feeling better?"

"Not really. Today was total chaos. Everyone ran back and forth, shouting at each other. I know it's stressful for everyone, because we're running out of time, but I'm just tired" You felt your eyes fill with tears again, and your voice trembled. "I don’t know, my head is such a mess right now, my thoughts are confused, I don’t even understand what I’m saying now" You tried to cover your face with your hands, but Mason intercepted them to look into your eyes.

"Hey, baby, listen to me" He gently took your face in his hands. "Y/n you're doing great. Really. You did so much work, I saw it everyday, i saw your passion, your attempts. And I'm so proud of you, love. The strongest woman I've ever known" He said with bright smile, and you smiled back. His sincere words meant so much to you, that's why you were so touched and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Thank you. Do you know how much I needed to hear that?" Mason helps you slowly wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I'm always there to remind you how wonderful you are" He kisses you deeply and tenderly and you can swear that you feel love in every cell of your body. "Let's go home yeah?" You nod and sit in the front seat, immediately noticing a cup from your favorite coffee shop. "Mase, what is this?"

"Ice raf with salt caramel for my special one" He passes the cup to you and with a big smile you take it from his hands, taking a long sip.

"Thank yooouu"

"I see you feel much better now, huh?"

"Yes, and it's all thanks to you"

"I love you, baby. And I'm always here for you" He kisses your hand and you finally melt. All the negativity after a terrible and difficult working day is left behind, now there is only you, Mason and your remaining wonderful evening, which you'll spend in each other's hugs.

"So...home?"

"Yes, let's go home, Mase"

#mm19 #footballer fanfiction #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #mason mount fluff #mason mount x y/n #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #mason mount

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yrsdf · 11 months

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Hellooo, i'm a bit ashamed about this haha

Could you do something about reader (gn or female) being like, the pet, toy, groupie or something like that of task force, they use them whenever, in front of the others, they share them, also reader being kind of biased to ghost and him being a little more possessive of them(he shares tho)

Sorry if it's a bit too much or confusing

-🍒

*finishing simon another day*

{LOVE THIS IDEA!!}

|NOT INCLUDED: gaz, alejandro|

You had agreed to a small game for a month only.. You were task 141’s toy and their toy only.. So pretty much if one of them wanted you wherever and whenever it was ok, you sat in the cafeteria and sat on a table in the corner, silence was usually your preference, soap sat beside you and your eyes were focused on your phone, watching some dumb video to pass time and is hand crept upon your thigh, gently rubbing and squeezing your plush thighs, even if they had cargo pants on them it was obvious they were soft and nice to squeeze, his hand trailed up your thigh and he kneaded the inner part of your thigh before his hand palmed you from the outside of your pants, you squeaked as your legs instinctively closed

“Ah..ah lass… keep em open for me, i know ye can do that.”

You nodded and went against that instinct keeping them opened his hand went up to the zipper of your pants slowly pulling the zipper down and dipping his hand into your pants and behind your underwear his ring and middle finger rubbing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves, you let out soft moans and whimpers trying your best not to draw attention, you weren't necessarily sexually active so you knew lasting long wasn't an option

“There ya go dolly… let it loose your doing so well love.”

His soft praises hit you in every right way as you came undone, a squeal was let past your lips as your body trembled down from its high, his fingers rubbing every inch of that high from you and his soft words were what brought you down to reality, he smiled softly and pecked your ear, cheek, and neck as he fixed your zipper and lifted you bridal style and walked back to your room in the barracks, he settled you down and you were fast asleep

Knocking was heard at your door and you weakly began to steer awake, you lifted yourself up and announced you'd be there in a minute, walking to your dresser you changed into some sleep shorts and a large tshirt, your tired your hair into a ponytail and sighed relieved to be freed from those suffocating cargo pants, you walked to your door and opened it looking up at price your head tilted curiously, before you knew it he hand lightly led you into your own room and shut the door behind the both of you, he lifted you up, legs wrapping around him instinctively as he led you guys to your small kitchen area, he sat you down on your counter and spoke

“Apologize dear.. Hard to sleep with such a fine lady in my mind.”

You smiled softly at him and cursed his cheeks pulling him into a sweet soft kiss, he pulled away from you and kissed your cheek, his rough calloused hand caressed your cheek, then placing his hands on the waistband of your pants

“Lift for me hun.”

You lifted and he pulled your pants off with relative ease, your body jolted when touching the cold surface and he kneaded your thighs as he was quick to push your underwear to the side, his finger slowly pushed into you and your head fell back softly as you released a soft sigh of pleasure.. Soon enough he had 3 fingers in, roughly pumping in and out of you as his free hand held your neck, just hard enough to keep you quiet, you wanted more… needed more

“pl..please cap.. need more s’good..”

He took his fingers from your desperate folds and the sound of his belt unclasping followed by the sound of pants hitting the ground had you soaking your counter, he shimmyed his boxers down and aligned his tip with your folds, he slowly pushed in and you let out a groan your hands gripping his shoulder most likely digging scars into them, his full length was now in and he was letting you adjust, each pulse from your aching pussy had him letting out grunts and unknown praises, he slowly started pumping himself into you, which then led him to roughly and sloppily pounding into you as if it was the last time he would ever get this opportunity, your moans were loud… and dangerous so he placed a hand on your mouth and his other on your thigh, gripping bruising holds into it, you were nearing a 4th orgasm.

“cmon doll..cmon let it go you fuckin slut..”

He bit down into your shoulder as he came, and you followed behind him your eyes welled with tears and your body shook, sweat and your own cum coated between your thighs as you huffed out quick breathes from the adrenaline, his kissed your cheek and your bite mark as he pulled out, he took his condom off and tossed it wandering into your bathroom and grabbing a wet rag, he came back to you and to his surprised you were fast asleep.

The next day yet another knock was heard and you just said

“Come in..”

Your voice hoarse from your moans and screeches of pleasure, your legs numb from all the pleasure and pain which you did not regret at all, to your surprise it was simon, he walked in and closed the door behind him, his eyes shot to you and he walked over

“You alright..? You missed training love.”

You weakly nodded and shifted your body to lay on its side facing him, he saw the teeth marks bruised in your skin and you swear flames shot out of those cold eyes.

“Bloody hell…what, who did this to you bunny? Was it fuckin price? That bloody wanker”

You giggled and sighed

“It's alright simon.. Trust me, i'm just worn out thats all.”

#yrsdf fic #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #141 smut

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [+18] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: hi sashi! I couldn't find any fic of uryu on your masterlists, so I thought I could request one for him. For the prompt if it's not taken yet, "watching you in silence" with female reader, please! Thank you and congratz for 5.5K! 🤍 ➜ hi love!! yes, indeed this is my first time writing for him! it turned out a little bit longer than expected so I divided it in to two parts! Hope you like it! 💖 ✦ tw: part 1 is completely sfw! be careful if you haven't read the last chapter of manga! Uryu is already a doctor (28 y/o) so he isn't a minor anymore. (the image used for the banner is him now) Will post part 2 in the following days :3 that one includes +18 content! ✦ masterlist ✦ part 2

Watching you in silence the reflection on his glasses; your body dancing underneath the night lights.

Never once he dared to confess. Never once he dared to touch your face even if you fell asleep on his shoulder so many times. If there was something Dr. Ishida Uryu was for you, it was your safe place.

But his heart ached for you, his body claimed yours; that sweet young boy that has now bloomed into a mature man, has loved you since high school days.

Karakura town seems, as always, a peaceful place to live. You walk through the streets of the city centre with a bag full of bread. Inoue-san made her dream come true, and now, she has her own bakery. So, whenever you visit her you come back with much more than what you went to buy.

As you yawn you take a look at the big, white building ahead of you. It shines with the sun, and the blue details on the walls always shine much more. Ishida clinic, your workplace, it’s always been a very sophisticated place.

You were on guard last night, and now the weekend awaits for your tired mind to enjoy it, fully. Yet, even if sometimes you wish you never put a step into that place, you decide to pay a visit to the floor you’ve been assigned since you get the job.

“I have too much bread in this bag, I will visit the guys and bring them some” you murmur, smiling as you get inside the doors of the clinic.

As you enter, the security guard waves at you with a big smile. And after giving him a choux filled with chocolate, you take the elevator to floor 6.

“I bring you bread; I bring you calories!” you chime right at the entrance of the nurses office. Everyone of your workmates jolts from their seats and others come when their duties are over. Everybody enjoys the delicious pastries from Kurosaki & Inoue Patisserie.

Soon, you decide is time to leave. Today is little Kazui’s birthday, so, you need to get ready for the night as you are going to have dinner with them.

“Bye bye!! Have a good guard!!” you salute your friends, and as you turn around -carefree and a little violently- you bump into a man wearing glasses.

His slender fingers and unpolluted white coat receive you in their embrace, holding you not to fall on him.

Your eyes reflect on his glasses, even if his black bangs cover half of his right eye.

“Dr. Ishida…” you murmur, in awe. When you were still in high school you always saw him like a cute boy, who later on showed how strong and amazing he could be. Yet, his handsome looks were never important to you until that deadly situation that involved a war on the skies…

“(Name)! are you ok? Why are you here in your free day?” he asks, surprised and worried. He never misses your schedule, for some reason he knows it better than you.

You slowly walk back. Just a few steps. Feeling your cheeks burn, you apologize for bumping into him. “I’m sorry, Ury- Dr. Ishida. I didn’t see you were behind me! I am good, I just passed by to give some bread to the guys. Inoue gave me a lot; you know how she is”

Those words sound like a deeper truth to the Quincy. Of course, you never noticed him being behind you…

“It’s ok, (Name)” he sighs, fixing his glasses with his ring finger over the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to Kazui’s birthday party tonight?” Uryu asks, walking outside the nurse office and into the hall with you.

You nod, with a bright smile that makes him gasp and immediately after hide behind his onyx hair. He is still a shy guy, after all.

You show him the contents of one of your bags, two boxes with blue and white paper wrapping and a big bow on top. “One from me, one from you. I knew you would be working late today so naturally you wouldn’t have time to buy your nephew a present” you tell him; professionalism is only used when there are more people around you two.

He lets his straight shoulders fall. His head does the same. Of course, he forgot. “Thank you, (Name). You need to tell me how much is i-“

“ISHIDA URYU, IT ISN’T NECESSARY! You are gonna come pick me up tonight, thus, there is the payment” you cut him off. He didn’t say he was going to pick you up; you just ordered him to do so.

He smiles, softly. “I was going to pick you up either way. See you at nine, ok?” he says, quickly as his beeper starts ringing. A new patient, or some kind of emergency awaits for the best doctor.

You beam back. Trying to read the message on the tiny screen of his calling device. But he doesn’t allow you to do so. “It’s your free day. I can do it. Go”

“Oh… ok, Doc ~” you jump to kiss his cheek and purr, for you to then leave with little jumps playfully through the halls of your workplace.

As you walk away, and Uryu still remains where you left him, he takes his soft hand to his equally soft cheek. He feels like it burns, but a good type of heat. And his heart, beats faster than what he could probably consider healthy.

“Dr. Ishida!! Code blue!” one of the nurses wakes him up from the dream of your lips crushing against his lips instead of his cheek the next time.

“Code blue?? CODE BLUE!”

As you pick the dress you are wearing for tonight, you think of him. Your Quincy friend has been in your mind a lot lately. Why? Well, you aren’t still very sure.

“I’m going for the yellow flowery one, I think is not gonna be that chilly tonight” you lie to yourself, you know you will end up asking Orihime for a coat since the guys are gonna be hosting a barbeque at the rooftop.

You let your hair lose, you are tired of having it up in a tie ponytail every day of the week for work. A little bit of makeup, perhaps a little more than usual.

The packages with your present next to Uryu’s one rest on the coach next to the door, ready for when he rings your bell.

As you wait for your Quincy friend, you think about him. You see him like a star; not only handsome but also extremely successful. There is no woman that blushes whenever he asses them, and still, he doesn’t seem to notice. You always asked yourself why, being as intelligent as he is, Uryu never left to the big city nor got married…

The bell makes you jump from the coach. You were so deep into your thoughts -and the photos you took last summer with him- that you got pretty scared.

“I’m coming Uryu!” you chime, spraying some sweet perfume while you look into the mirror one last time. With your purse and the present bag in your hands, you open the door.

The breeze of spring kisses your cheeks and plays with your lose hair as you watch an all-white dressed Uryu stand on your porch.

His blue eyes open big and swallow your beauty entirely. His pale lips separate, and even if there is plenty of air around not a single molecule of oxygen gets inside his body.

“Hey! I’m glad I have such a good-looking friend to pick me up! Thank you, my neighbours will finally stop thinking I’m becoming the crazy cat lady” you joke, closing the door behind you.

However, Uryu isn’t laughing. He actually isn’t reacting. He is standing there, with no signs of life whatsoever.

You tilt your head to the side; he is either being abducted by the shadows again or he worked that much he is sleeping with his eyes open.

“Ishida Uryu? Earth calling Uryu-chan?” you snap your fingers in front of him to catch his attention -even if you had all of it-.

He softly shakes his head and blinks back. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes, but he plays it cool. Uryu turns around quickly to cover his blush; a blush you saw either way.

“You wanna walk? Or do I took the car?” he asks, since the Kurosaki family’s house is pretty near yours.

“I think we should walk, the spring breeze will ease someone’s blushed cheeks…” you murmur, so low he didn’t hear.

“Come again?” “Walking. I feel like enjoying the spring breeze!”

Both begin to head towards North. The moon shines brightly above your heads and there isn’t much sound around the neighbourhood. Some buzzing neon lights of ramen places tint puddles of rainwater from last night. And the beauty of the pink kisses of millions of buds of sakura flowers fill your eyes.

“What a beautiful night! No wonder it has to be Kazui’s anniversary!” you comment, taking your phone to snap some pictures and walking a little bit further than him.

“It’s really beautiful, (Name)” Uryu whispers, with his hands inside the pockets of his white pants. He seems a lot more silent than always, as if something was happening to him.

“What is it with you tonight, U-chan?” you call him like when you were in school, making him gasp behind you. Turning around, you notice a miserable man that’s normally your friend and colleague.

He sighs. Looking at you with nostalgic eyes. As if he had the sensation of having lost too much time in life.

“Nothing at all, (Name)… it’s just th- CAREFUL!” he suddenly screams, pouncing into you.

You freeze. His arms around your waist have you trapped. Noses almost touching, breathing hastily, dilated pupils fixed into each other’s.

“W-what?” you stutter. “You- you were about to hit your head with that pole” he whispers, and soon you notice that right behind his hand that is now over your temple there is a big pole of a street light.

You close your eyes. Yet again, he saved you from your own clumsiness. But, why isn’t he letting you go? why are you still grabbed to his clothes? Why your skins are so joyful of being one against the other?

“Th-thank you. I’m an idiot” you mumble, looking down, discovering his lips being so close to yours.

“You… you aren’t an idiot. You were – asking- me… uh…” he tries to keep talking, but he is unable to do so. His brain cells aren’t connecting, his tongue doesn’t want to talk it only wants to kiss. His lips are burning, itching, getting dragged like a magnet to yours.

You swallow and blink slowly. It feels like the movies. You are sure he is exactly feeling the same way… You close your eyes, waiting for him to plaster the so wanted peck.

And just, exactly when the warmth of his mouth close to yours feels so hot, the sound of his phone breaks the beautiful moment.

Both quickly separate. Acting as if what was just about to happen never did. Uryu lets go free from his hug, your hands unclench to his clothes. Both cheeks burn but soon you turn around acting silly to brush off the tension.

“Kurosaki? What?” Uryu answers the phone with quite a bad mood. “Yeah, mhh. Nothing happened to me. We are about to get there. Mhh, yes. Bye”

You watch him slip his phone back into his pocket, and waits for you to turn around.

“It was Kurosaki. He said Kazui was asking for you and me” he says, all serious, acting as he always does at the hospital. “By the way, are you ok? Did you get hurt in any way?” he asks, making sure you didn’t suffer any injury from his “saving movement”.

You smile sweetly. That little boy is always as sweet as his mom. “I’m fine, U-chan. You saved me, thank you… now come on, my sweet little tangerine is waiting for us. Auntie and uncle are going!” you chime pulling Uryu from his hand. You want to act as normal as possible, just to categorically avoid even thinking of the almost kissing situation from before.

The doctor flinches when he hears “auntie and uncle”. Perhaps it is his heart wanting that to be a reality or maybe all of this has become unbearable for his shyness.

In any case both walk in silence the couple of streets until you get to your friends house. Inside, you can already hear Ichika’s screams followed by Rukia’s scolding.

“Ah… the pests” you giggle. You love the Shinigami kids, but the Quincy joke has to be told as Uryu and you aren’t soul reapers but the opposite.

Uryu let a little smile slip through his lips, and it’s enough for you not to keep pushing any other type of conversation.

Soon, the beautiful ginger Inoue opens the door, letting both of you enter into her home. For your friends, you are an already married couple, even if you haven’t ever shown any signs of romantic relationship. Yet, going everywhere together, working one next to the other, and the looks in your eyes when nobody seems to be watching are enough proof for them.

And as soon as you reach the living room, two little pests attack you. Kazui and Ichika jump over Uryu and then you. On a much more far position, you found little Nemuri standing, watching in awe everything that happens.

Chad, Rukia, Renji, Ichigo, Byakuya and his new wife, Urahara and Yoruichi, and Ichigo’s family are already at the rooftop ready to enjoy a delicious barbeque.

Uryu goes upstairs first, carrying the kids with him. Nemuri gets shily closer to him, but soon gives him a soft smile. The doctor, that once met an older version of her, pats her head with sweetness as they walk.

You accompany Inoue towards the kitchen; she needs to take some food upstairs, so you help her. However, you wait for Uryu to fully disappear to speak to her.

“Orihime, I need to tell you something that just happened” you whisper.

The ginger beauty turns around excitedly; “Don’t tell me you are already dating?” she asks, excitedly. A lot more than any other person.

You frown in confusion. “Dating? I- Uryu and I?” you stutter, she didn’t even name him, but you knew. And she did too.

“You aren’t? But… I thought he was going to t- nevermind… what was it?”

You aren’t allowed to tell her, as the kids have already come downstairs to drag you up. “Mommy, Auntie!! The meat is ready!!!”

The night seems like any other where you all have fun and eat delicious food all together like a family. However, Uryu seems more silent than ever. There are times where your sights cross, but he immediately looks down and fixes his glasses to avoid the eye contact.

You try to brush off that feeling of having done something bad. Because it is exactly what you think you did; perhaps offering your lips have only upset him… after all, you were ready to ruin a friendship of more than 20 years.

“Honey, do you know what’s happening to the Quincy boy?” Isshin Kurosaki asks you, looking at who could have been more than his son’s friend if the past events turned a little different.

“I… I’m not sure, Kurosaki-san. He has always been a serious man” you lie…

Soon, music starts to play, and the kids want to dance. Of course, Rukia, her sister-in-law, Kisuke, Yoruichi and Orihime join the dancing, while Ichika tries to pull his noble uncle to the “dance floor” to do the same.

Kazui comes straight to you; “Auntie (Name), come dance with us?” “Of course, honey! You are the birthday boy so let’s dance until our feet hurt!”

There seems to be something magical that cannot be described when you enjoy the love of family. The soft breeze of late April plays with the hem of your yellow flowery dress and for some seconds you forget about Uryu.

The fairy lights that warmly light up the rooftop, look beautiful contrasted with a dark night sky.

With bare feet you dance, while Uryu watches you in silence. You are reflected on his glasses, with blurry tiny dots of light around. He loses his serious frown; his expression has now softened. Everything, absolutely everything seems to disappear when he looks at you… always from afar, always so mute.

“Ishida… ISHIDA!” “What?!” “When are you gonna tell her?” Ichigo asks, this time pretty worried because his friends seems miserable.

Uryu sighs, taking off his glasses and wrapping his forehead with his hands. He rests his chin on his palm, trying to search for a reason, for a single excuse beside being scared of rejection.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Kurosaki. I… what would happen if she rejected me? We work together, we are like family” he murmurs, in between the laughter of the kids and the women dancing.

“Do you know who my wife is, Quincy?” Renji chimes in. “I- YOU KNOW WHO HER BROTHER IS? KUCHIKI TAICHO, YOU WANTED TO KILL ME WHEN YOU KNEW?” he asks his captain and now brother-in-law.

Byakuya looks at his empty glass of lime soda and sighs. “I wanted to kill you multiple times. Yes. But Rukia loves you, who am I to tell her not to marry you?”

“Taicho… -.-”

Ichigo starts laughing at Renji, hitting his back. Uryu smiles and softly chuckles; even Byakuya does.

“Really? Kurosaki what about you? You dork! You married Orihime but you had to wait until I got married to ask her out!!” Renji spits, pushing Ichigo to the side. “What I am trying to say is that by confessing to her I almost got slayed in two by Senbonzakura, Ishida! You shouldn’t be afraid! Go tell her” he continues, being absolutely serious and fair.

“Kids, Uryu… listen here, take your time and you will see that you will become the bravest of men when it’s time” Kurosaki Isshin intervenes, and there is no braver man than him. After all, he give it all for love.

Uryu nods. He perfectly understands what he meant. And with a candid smile from all of them, and some more cans of beer opened, the topic gets settled.

Soon, the time of blowing the candles arrive. Kazui is turning five today, but it seems to all of you that it was barely yesterday when you all were teenagers saving the world.

“Happy birthday Kazui!!”

You all take photos with him, first, aunt and uncle Abarai, the Kuchiki and their plushie of Wakame Taishii too. Yoruichi, who had become a cat by express request of the birthday boy, and Kisuke do too. Chad, who gifted Kazui his first pair of boxing gloves appears on a tik tok Orihime makes playing with his kid and lastly Uryu and you.

“Smile!” the ginger woman chimes, pointing her phone towards his son and you two. Kazui asks her mom to wait, and instantly stands up to hug you two. “My auntie and uncle!! When will I have a new cousin to play with? Is he gonna be a Quincy too?”

You gawk, looking at Uryu. He does the same, and in between giggles Orihime snaps a picture that will forever remain in your memories. Your eyes met, your lips separate, and the time, as well as in the photo, also seems to stop.

“Oh, the sincere looks of love…” Inoue whispers to his husband, who sighs… when will his friend realize how much they love each other?

Inside you, there is a mix of feelings… have you ever thought about a kid? With him? You aren’t sure, but, the idea seems both scary and beautiful.

When it’s time to go, and you salute everybody, you bite your lower lip. It’s time to walk back home, next to him. His car is parked right by your entrance, there is no way you could avoid his company… not that you wanted to avoid it, either way.

As you begin walking, not a single word is being spoken. Your shoulders feel cold, your legs too. So, you, as in a cliché romantic movie, hug yourself to try to get a little bit warmer.

And of course, Uryu notices.

“Have my coat” he says, taking his long white jacket off and putting it over your shoulders.

You wish to say no, but you simply can’t. Instead, you snuggle to it, allowing his soft perfume to reach your nose. A little smile garnishes your lips, a smile you try to hide. But a smile he notices looking at you with the corner of his eye.

A few blocks ahead of silent walk and you are already by your door. And it’s time to say goodnight… but does any of you wanted to say bye?

You put a foot on your porch, while he stays still at the very entrance of it. For some seconds, both look at each other. Swallowing, waiting for something else to happen.

“Uryu I-“ “(Name) I-“

Both speak at the same time; and both stop at the same time as well. “I- please, go ahead” you say, knowing very well he won’t take the opportunity.

“You can go first…” he shyly murmurs, now absolutely unable to say anything else.

You take a deep breath; you are freezing. “U-chan, would you like to come inside and have some coffee? It’s still pretty early… unless you are tired and I will understand and so- uh-” you start rumbling, you need to fill the silence he is giving. But he stops you with simple words…

“(Name), I’m in love with you” “Uryu…”

continues in ➡ part 2

#ishida uryuu #uryu ishida #ishida uryū #ishida uryu x reader #uryu x reader #bleach x reader #bleach uryu #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader fanfic #bleach fanfic #sashi ya #bleach tybw

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grumelot123 · 3 months

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"I'm trying so hard to hate you" PART 3! ARRIVES FINALLY!

I AM SO SORRY! I GOT A FEVER LAST NIGHT AT LIKE 10pm (the time i tried to finish this) AND FELT LIKE SHIT ALL DAY!

Tw:A little bit of smut(heavily kissing mostly), and this one ends in some angst...sorry!

As we went up into the elevator Aziraphale started almost..fidgeting? I guess he seemed more into deep thought than fidgeting, but not as if something was wrong. Just almost as if he's been thinking..? I'm not sure what he was worried abo-

OH SHIT ARMAGEDDON-

I have been so caught up in just being with my boyfriend, the joy of it and all, and forgot about the world ending?

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

Azi Pov

I was in deep thought for the past 30 seconds while really blocking out the fact that Crowley was standing right beside me-

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

"Oh- yeah I'm fine sorry my brain kind of went somewhere else.."

"Is it about Armageddon? Cause me and you usually work things out there really is no need to be worried at the momen-"

As he was talking I realized a couple things. I hadn't even thought about Arma-bloody-geddon since the moment we got into the car. Instead I was daydreaming like a teenage boy about what tonights sleeping arrangements could lead too. I mean me and Crowley have quite obviously kissed before, and it's not like I was afraid too it's just that..it's all so new and my heart practically jumps out of me when thinking about my lover.

"Er, no Crowley I wasn't thinking about Armageddon to be honest. Quite frankly, the hard parts already done"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Getting you to say yes. Which worked out better than I planned. In all honest I'd thought I'd have to offer someone else to do this whole thing with you, cause it's not like you like me or anything." I said with probably a bit to much amusement in my voice.

"You little shit. If you keep talking about what you may have had to do to get me to come with you, I'm going to push every single button in this elevator, multiple times, until you apologize." He said..sounding a bit to serious for my liking.

"Okay! Ok! I'm sorry!"

Crowley Pov

As we walked to the hotel room I wondered how tonight would end...because I could think of a few ways, some dirty, some not so much, but what was Aziraphale thinking?

When we had actually got in there and shut the hotel room door behind us, Aziraphale stood there rather awkwardly deciding on what to do.

"This really doesn't have to be awkward Angel...just lie down. We are both exhausted and need the sleep. I won't try anything."

"I wouldn't have a problem if you did try anything"

He said then looked at me and gave me the most giddy happy smile I've ever seen and went and lied down..on the right side of the bed.

"I called right side on the way up"

"Only way to get me to move, is to move me, I'm tired"

So I did what any good friend, boyfriend would do and i dragged his ass off the bed.

"Right side is mine"

"You just so happen to be mine Crowley, let me lay down now please"

So maybe..he has been having some of the same thoughts as me, some naughty instead? But...

I was fucking speechless, I- what. I mean this, this is not a bad thing at all, I'm just fucking speechless.

It's not like this is all new.

Cause I mean, I am his.

I rolled to the left side of the bed.

(break in the story because I have 2 things to say CROWLEY BEING A SIMP IS CANON, IT'S GIVING DURING THE FIRST ARMAGEDDON WHEN AZIRAPHALE WAS LIKE "If you don't fix this, I'll...I'll never speak to you again!" and Crowley just took his happy ass and went on and did just that. And the other thing I was going to say is, I know it seems like they don't care about Armageddon but they don't really know if it's bad yet and they're to busy being in love to care)

SORRY BACK TO THE STORY!

AZI POV!

He actually went to the left side-

We really should be thinking about Armageddon right now but I can't bring myself to bring up the conversation at this moment. But I have had a question that's been bugging me all day.

"Crowley..why did you forgive me?"

Silence. He didn't say anything for a minute straight and I had almost thought he went to sleep but then.

"Because, well it hurt."

"What?"

"I hurt. Well I loved you...I love you so much it hurts. It burns inside me. It's like a craving I can't get enough of. You are something, I can't get enough of. Because I tried, believe me I tried so hard to forget you, to forget the feeling but I genuinely couldn't."

I should've said something sentimental or heartwarming back but all that came out was.

"That was hot."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No I think you said something" He moved closer to me. "I want to know if you meant it though"

I moved my head to look at him..to look into those eyes. His eyes.

"Your eyes."

"Huh?"

"You said that you loved me so much that it hurts. That you tried to forget me. But I knew I couldn't forget you. And it always had something to do with those beautiful eyes of yours. That's what I tried to forget. Not only your eyes but your smile..and your voice. But it was impossible. Everytime I tried to forget anything about you, I did the opposite, I just thought about that certain thing..all day."

"And apparently what I said was hot"

We both actually burst out laughing. It was like tension lifted off my shoulders. This is night is just too good to ruin it talking about Armageddon.

Crowley Pov

As we were both laughing, I got to get a good look at Aziraphale, like up close. He seemed stressed. Like just how stiff he was. Which is understandable with him being sUprEmE arChaNgel and all but still.

Since tonight was most likely going to be our last night of peace and quiet for the moment.

I leaned in to kiss him, kind of nervous he'd dodge me and tell me to go to bed. But instead he kissed back even more eager than I was.

In the midst of it all I ended up straddled on his lap , holding on to the headboard, and just full on making out with him. I honestly got to lost in the kiss and ended up rubbing right over his...well you get what I'm saying.

He let out an almost whimper, then fully stopped moving, I was worried he was mad, but he didn't seem to care. He looked at me, and I wondered what he wanted me to do.

"Do you want t-"

"No, I want to wait. As something to look forward to after all, whatever this is."

"Okay"

And with that we went back to just kissing and melting into each others touched, shamelessly breathing heavily and just not coming up for air more than needed. After what felt like hours, we both started to get pretty tired. He layed back and I layed on his chest.

And fell asleep just like that.

In the middle of the night there was this almost loud screeching noise. But I felt like I couldn't move, as if I was paralyzed. I could move my eyes and in front of me was just Aziraphale but he looked pissed. But it was like it wasn't Aziraphale. I think I was dreaming? He just stood there and started yelling at me.

"You know I never loved you?, I'm using you, you're nothing, all you'll ever be to me is a fallen angel. I hate you. I've only ever been friends with you because it was for my benefit. It's fucking unbelievable that you'd ever think me, an angel, would ever fall for a demon like you. You're one of the bad guys, you've always been. No ones ever loved you. It'll always be like that."

"W-what?"

He's never acted like this, at all. He started walking towards the door to leave.

"No, no wait Aziraphale come back, I can change I can be better. I'll do anything, even if you're not happy with me. You want another lover? That's fine but please just stay with me. I can be better. I swear, Im sorry plea-"

"Crowley? Wake up, hey?"

I opened my eyes to Aziraphale holding me. My eyes felt puffy, I had a headache, and I was definitely shaking. I was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't seem to get many words out.

"Aziraphale?" My voice still came out in choked sobs no matter how hard I tried to control it.

"Bad dream?" He looked at me, but like really looked at me with care and love in his eyes. His grip on me was firm, worried on what my next reaction would be.

"Yea..m'fine m'sorry for waking you" I said, still sniffing and sort of crying

"Hey, don't be sorry, it wasn't in your control, what happened in your dream?"

What if he feels the same way he did in the dream? It sounds silly but what if those are his true feelings or what if he met somebody else? No, he's my boyfriend now. He couldn't lie about that surely?

"It was dumb, I don't even know why I was crying" I said, sleep was already creeping up on me, yesterday's events took more of a toll on me than I thought.

"Not dumb, dear Crowley. Anything that makes you cry could never be dumb. But I won't force you to tell me, okay? How about you just come lay on my side of the bed?" He added the bit in at the end with a lopsided smile. How could I say no?

"M'kay...but hey angel?"

"Yea?"

"Where do we even start tomorrow..its 2:30am...where do we start today when trying to stop Armageddon?"

We've been so wrapped up in ourselves we forgot about the world ending, that says something, but I'm just gonna ignore that.

"I think we start at Anathema's house, yeah? She might have a good idea of what's going on."

"Oh..mmm...yea" Sleep was practically gluing my eyelids shut. I need at least 4 more hours in Aziraphale arms before tomorrow. Big day and all.

AZIRAPHALE POV

As I layed there, Crowley in my arms sleeping soundly. The room pretty much quiet. I felt like everything was..perfect.

I don't want to ever leave this room again. Tomorrow is not going to be the best of days I have a feeling, but me and Crowley will get through it. I mean always do.

Right?

END

Again I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this I had a fever last night and ended up throwing up this morning and just have not been in the writing mood.

But uh...Part 4 tonight or tomorrow anyone?

#good omens #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #angst with a happy ending #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #hotel? trivago

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fics4you · 3 months

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I love Psych. I just finished rewatching the entire show. Maybe you could do something where Juliet and Gus for whatever reason are absent, so Lassiter has to deal with a sick Shawn while working a case.

You can choose type of sickness and whatnot, although I'd let ke some snz

Sickie: Shawn

Caretaker: Lassie

(Because Psych is in fact a crime show, there is some mention of blood, death, crime, ect. I also think I should get some credit for coming up with the whole plot of this fic)

Also a warning for a few mentions of nausea

Shawn loved to cause chaos, that was a well known fact. Everybody knew that, especially his coworkers, so it came as a surprise when he had been unnaturally quiet. Gus questioned him about it while they were driving home. Shawn shrugged, "I'm just tired today" Gus raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Don't forget I have to go to my real job tomorrow." Gus said, Shawn didn't respond, Gus glanced over at his friend and saw his eyes were glossed over, "hhh- EkTchu hh-KtCHu hh-eh- ktchu"

"bless you" Gus said, Shawn shook his head and cleared his throat. "thanks. What were you saying?" Gus knew Shawn was trying to distract him, but didn't want to embarrass him. "I have my real job tomorrow" Shawn groaned, "and Jules has the day off tomorrow so I'll be stuck with Lassie." Shawn sounded more upset about that than he should have, he usually loved torturing the head detective, so Gus was concerned.

Gus was snapped out of his thoughts when Shawn sneezed loudly, Gus glanced over at his friend, he didn't bother blessing his friend yet, waiting until the next two sneezes came. "Hh- kTchU ehh-KTChU"

"bless you. You alright man?" Gus asked, feeling concerned about his best friend. "Yeah I'm good" Shawn said, he cleared his throat right after. "You don't sound too good. You feeling ok?" Gus asked, concern for his friend rising, "im fine" Shawn said, a note of finality is his tone, Gus rolled his eyes, know how stubborn his friend could be, "am I dropping you off back at your house?"

"yes" Shawn said, "ok" Gus drove his friend back home, "I'll see you after I get off work tomorrow, be careful, stay safe. Don't go to work if you still feel sick tomorrow"

"i-"

"Shawn I've known you forever, I know you're sick. You can't lie to me." Shawn was embarrassed but didn't grace his friend with a response, "get some rest. Let me know how you feel tomorrow" Shawn nodded.

The next morning when Shawn woke up he knew he was anything but fine. He knew he was 100% sick, but being his typical stubborn self, he got out of bed and got dressed, noticing only as he left his shirt was on backwards. He fixed it as he left, chosing to ignore that he hadn't eaten anything yet.

When he arrived at the station he could barely breathe through his nose and his throat was dry and scratchy. He got inside and nearly ran into Lassie, "watch it Spencer." Lassie said, his tone crisp and sharp, "sorry" Shawn said, Lassie was thrown off by Shawn apologizing. "What do we have today?" Shawn asked, Lassie noticed Shawn's voice sounded, but didn't question it. "We have a case, a teenager was found dead in a locker at the local highschool, he was a popular kid that was well liked and a good kid, good grades, loved by everyone, good family, lots of friends-"

"hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh hh-KtcHUh!"

"he was captain of the football team-"

"wow, no bless you?" Shawn said in a mocking exasperated voice, Lassie rolled eyes, and ignored the psychic detective. "An all around good kid, we will be heading to the school" Lassie rolled his eyes, "I can't believe I got stuck with you" Shawn ignored Lassie, "let's go" Shawn said, not really wanting to engage in talking, he didn't feel well, he was tired, he was missing having Gus, he just wanted to get home.

Lassie thought that Shawn was acting weird but didn't really feel like dealing with it. The two headed to Lassie's car, Shawn stopped for a second to duck into the bathroom to get tissues, he was grateful that Lassie didn't notice as he didn't feel like explaining.

The two arrived at the school, and Shawn found himself fighting a gag as they went inside, the school smelled disgusting, which made sense with the whole dead body. Shawn swallowed down bile, "how long was he dead before they found him?"

"I'm not sure. We'll find that out." Lassie glanced over at the psychic, "you alright Spencer?" Shawn looked miserable, "yeah, let's get to it" Shawn said, quickly pushing past the head detective. The closer they got to the crime scene the worse the smell got. Sean thought he was going to actually throw up. Once they arrived a teenage girl ran up to the two of them, years streaming down her face. "Please help! My boyfriend, he's dead" she dropped to the ground sobbing. Lassie cast a disgusted look at the disgruntled teenage girl, "can we get her out of here?" Lassie asked, "no, keep her" Shawn said, despite being sick, his instincts weren't totally gone, and he wanted to question the girl. Lassie glared at Shawn, Shawn stepped closer to the crime scene tape, the girl followed at his heels, Lassie came behind them, they went over to the boy, "when was he found?" An adult, whom Shawn suspected to be a teacher, was standing nearby, "this young lady found him, it's his girlfriend so she had his locker combination, and people were commenting on the smell so she said that she would check it. This was this morning."

"when did the smell start?" Lassie asked taking his pen out.

"it was noticeable for the first time today" The girl said. "Did- hh- hetTcHu ehh-KTChU hkTCHu-

"bless you"

"thank you, did anyone else have his locker combo?"

"no" the girl said, despite her emotion, she had a note of pride in her voice, "just me. Because he loves me"

"ok, can my partner and I have a moment to di-hh-ihsc- ukTcHu ehhkTCHu ehh-ktchu- snf- my partner and I need a moment to discuss" Shawn said, the teacher took the girl and they left the area, "csn you pull yourself together Spencer? What is wrong with you?" Lassie said, his voice sharp, "hey, despite everything I have a lead" Lassie tried to not look impressed, "explain."

"think about it, the body started smelling today, but there's no way that a body that decayed only started smelling today, which me-hh-hetChu- EkTchu hh-KtCHu- means that the body was put in there last night, and this about what the girl said, she's the only one that knew his code. I bet if he looked at the se-eh- snf- security tapes it would show her." Shawn's voice trailed off at the end, and he brought his elbow up to his face, "hh-KtCHu- hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh ehh-tTchU hktChU ehh-KTChU"

"bless you" Lassie said, trying not to show he was actually someone concerned about Shawn. "Sorry" Shawn said, he coughed into his elbow, "Shawn... Are you sick?"

"maybe a little" Lassie rolled his eyes, "why did you come in today?"

"I get bored. And Gus had to work today. And look, I figured it out, so I'm not useless."

"it's not about how useless or useful you are, it's about the fact that you're sick you idiot." Shawn was confused, he didn't understand why Lassie even cared, "anyways, let's look at those security cameras," Shawn said, he started walking away, "do you even know where you're going?"

"Nope!" Shawn said, he began wandering around aimlessly. Lassie rolled his eyes, but somehow still ended up following Shawn. They ended up at an office door labeled principal "how-?"

"psychic" Shawn said simply, when in reality it was just a very lucky guess. Lassie knocked on the closed door, a woman opened it, "hello, we are with the Santa Barbara police department. We are investigating the death of Liam Jones. We're here to watch some security cameras"

"oh thank you for coming. My secretary said she had met you, yes, come in."

"can we see the tapes from last night?"

"last night? The principal looked confused, "but he couldn't have smelled that and after only a few hours?... Right?" The principal said softly, but she pulled the tapes up from the night before, and sure enough at around 1 AM a window opened and the girl came in, dragging a large bag with her. The principal gasped, she fell backwards into the chair, "that's Meghan! His girlfriend! What... Let me get her in here"

"not yet, let's finish watching them first." The principal was shaking, but that wasn't what worried Lassie, as Shawn was shaking almost as much as the principal was, the detective was holding his leather jacket closed with one hand, the other one was held against his nose, but his eyes were focused on the screen. Lassie wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was impressed by the dedication of the psychic.

Shawn's eyes never left the screen he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. He needed to sneeze so bad, but even blinking could be detrimental to the case. So he kept his hand beneath his nose and his eyes on the screen. They watched as the petite girl displayed concerning strength as she shoved the corpse into the locker, Shawn was somewhat impressed at her strengths but he also knew that adrenaline is one heck of a drug. She had a crazed look in her eyes that Shawn recognized as obsession, "let's bring her in" Lassie said as the tape fizzled out as she climbed back out the same window. Shawn was grateful for the distraction, he pulled a tissue out of his pocket, "hh-KtCHu- ehh-ktchu hhktchu"

"bless you" Lassie said, Shawn waved him off with one hand, while his other hand held a tissue as he tended to his nose. The principal paged the young girl to the office, and the second she walked in the door Shawn noticed that the smell of rotted flesh followed her, and he noticed bruises on her hands that could have come from the ropes of the bag, the girl had a sickly look on her face, Shawn guessed the weight of what she'd done was starting to set in. Lassie sent the principal out and then turned to the girl, "Come take a seat" Lassie said, the girl sat on the chair, "Miss Megan I have a few questions for you"

"yes?"

"why were you dragging your boyfriend's corpse into the school last night?" Her eyes widened and she burst into tears, "It's not my fault! I had to find somewhere to put him and I thought that no one would notice."

"Why-"

"I didn't even notice the smell, I guess I was used to it."

"how long ago-"

"he's been dead for a few weeks. But everyone thought he was at a college for a competition, because I posed as his mom and sent an email to the teacher"

"Megan, why did you kill him?"

"he- i- it was an accident I promise." The girl said, not even bothering to deny it. "I found out that he was going to break up with me, so I had seen something in a TV show that said that a girl drugged her boyfriend so he would become addicted to her" she sobbed "but I didn't know they meant drugs like nicotine, so I put an entire bottle of crushed up Tylenol in his coffee. And not only did it make him super sick, but apparently he was also allergic so his throat closed up and he couldn't throw up" she sobbed, Shawn and Lassie exchanged a glance "why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I didn't think anyone would find out it was me, I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident." Shawn was thrown off, how stupid was this girl, that was bold coming from the guy who was at a crime scene with what could potentially be the flu. "Miss Megan Ross, you are unfortunately under arrest for the murder of Liam Jones" the girl started crying, "please stand up" Lassie said, the girl stood, she was sobbing uncontrollably, she didn't even try and fight them, "Come along" Lassie called the station for Chief to send a car to take the girl back to the station while they finished the legal documents. They also contacted the morgue and the girl's parents to meet them at the station.

Once things slowed down a bit and Shawn and Lassie were the only ones left, Lassie turned to the psychic, "do you want me to take you home before we do the paperwork?" Shawn was thrown off by the head detective's kindness, "no I'm okay" Shawn said, his voice had reached the point where it was so scratchy and so congested that he was nearly impossible to understand. "You sound horrible Spencer, "gee thanks Lassie" the detective rolled his eyes, "you know what I mean Shawn." Shawn was thrown off by the use of his real name, "I'm taking you home. You're sick as a dog"

"I'm f- hekTchuh heh-KTchU- ehh-ktchu fine"

"like hell you are Spencer we're leaving. You're going home and that's not a suggestion that's an order."

"technically I don't work for you so technically you can't order me to do anything"

"Spencer I will shoot you with a taser if I have to."

"that goes against protocol" Lassie rolled his eyes, "is it really so hard for you to accept that you're sick?"

"yes. I don't like to be fussed over. It's the only time I don't want or like attention" Shawn admitted, surprising both himself and Lassie, "well if you'd just go home you can be miserable in the comfort of your own home. And we won't bother you"

"fine" Shawn said, mostly because that sounded really nice and all he wanted was to be in his own bed in the comfort of his own home. Lassie and Shawn went out to the trooper, "honestly, I'm impressed how you not only solved that case so fast, but also while sick" Lassie admitted as they drove, "I had good motivation "

"which was?"

"I wanted to go home"

"fair enough." Lassie stopped in front of Shawn's home, "oh and Spencer, next time you're sick. Just don't come in"

"yes sir"

#sickfic #sick #fluff #psych #crime scene #snz #crime drama

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amortentiainmyfirewhiskey · 1 year

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| and then there were 3 | fluffy-drabble

post-war fred w. x reader

Description: I'd like to order a fem reader x fred weasley scenario. A very cute and funny scenario involving the harry potter next generation (of harry's sons, you know) where fred and reader have triplets who have fred's chaotic personality at school, and they end up getting called in hogwarts because of the pranks. (A thousand apologies if the text is confusing, English is not my native language.

Names for the kids (Sorry if you don't like them lmao): 2 boys 1 girl- [ Fabian, George, and Seren]

w.c: 700+

For: @strqlau

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It was an early spring morning when an owl tapped on your kitchen window carrying a letter that bared the Hogwarts crest. You merely sighed in resignation, already knowing by the annoyed look on the owl that this was regarding your children and something they did.

You opened the window and took the letter, beckoning the barn owl to come in for a much needed break. He hooted appreciatively and began pecking at the toast that lay on the counter.

It was only ten in the morning, what could they have possibly done in the past hour that you and Fred would have to put your day on hold to go down there.

You opened the letter and your eyes widened with every word, " Fred!" you called up the stairs. Your husband trotted down while trying to fix his eccentric tie, he had planned to go into the shop at 11 but by your tone he knew it would be much later.

" What the hell is it now?"

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" It seems they all spread out and put some kind of hexed soap in every toilet in the school, and then flushed simultaneously," said Neville as they trudged through halls filled to the brim with suds and bubbles. You grimaced at your soggy pant leg, Fleur complained about her shoes being ruined , Angelina just looked pissed off and annoyed, and Ginny continued to talk about what she was going to do to James once she got her hands on him.

While Bill, Harry, George and Fred were all trying to repress a smile.

Finally you all arrived at McGonagall's office and waited for Neville to say the password. The staircase soon appeared before you all and you were soon met with the guilty faces of your children.

There were seven of them, all fourteen and in their fourth year. Dominique, James, Roxanne, Fred, George, Fabian, and Seren. Fleur pursed her lips and begin chewing Dominique in French. Ginny grilled James about how she had a life and she was tired of coming up here and threatening his life. Angelina had her arms crossed and said she was going to make sure they were running extra drills before and after practice.

You looked at your three and they held their breath, waiting for you to shout or give them some sort of punishment, but it never came.

You opened your mouth to give them a talking to before McGonagall arrived but you couldn't. The laugh you had been fighting since you saw old Filch looking for the ancient Mrs. Norris in the bubbles only to trip over her instead broke free from you. You doubled over laughing and the room came to a halt. Everyone looked at you in bewilderment but you couldn't help it.

Yes it was a mess but it was all in good fun, it made everyone's time at Hogwarts a little more special. These were the stories they would tell their kids. These moments was what you loved about Hogwarts.

" Ok," you gasped, " Sorry, I was thinking about Filch tripping over Mrs. Norris,"

The adults looked at one another, " Oh thank God I'm not the only one who almost fell out then and there, " said Angelina.

That was all it took for the rest of the adults to begin laughing.

The kids looked at each other in awkward relief and fear, they too began laughing. It was a light moment until everyone collected themselves upon hearing the staircase open and McGonagall on her way up.

You wiped your eyes and kissed your children on the tops of their heads, " You're still dead," you said sweetly.

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You and Fred got home about two hours later and flopped down on your bed, the day pretty much already over with. You looked at one another and giggled at the events of today.

You interlocked your hands with his, " They're your kids," he said.

" Oh shut up!" you laughed, " You're the one who cursed this world with those three, they're bloody exhausting,"

Fred shrugged slightly, " Good thing they have you to keep them somewhat straight," he said before pressing his forehead to yours, " But also give them the mind to have fun and make it fun for others,"

You grinned and moved closer, " I guess you and I are pretty hilarious, it's in our genetic code, " you murmured.

He smiled before pressing a kiss to your lips, " Damn straight, (y/l/n)."

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#fred weasly x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #fluff #fluffy #fred weasley fluff

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tofumarinado · 2 months

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more than okay

Octavia Goetia/Loona - Helluva Boss - 1.4k words

Summary

Octavia discovers that it is okay to have emotions and having ugly feelings towards ur dad is not the end of the world thanks to Loona

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- "I guess you found me." - Octavia was leaning on the Observatory's balcony, not looking at anything in particular, her sight fixed on the horizon. She noticed Loona coming some moments ago. She heard her paws striking rhythmically against the pavement long before she showed herself. - "I know what you are about to say. That I am a bad daughter for running away. Save your breath. I already know that. I do not need any more lessons today. Let us get this over with" - Octavia felt way too tired to fight.

She didn't even got to see the stars. That's all she wanted. To see the stars with her father. Now that her anger had washed away, all that was left was guilt, and shame. She missed her father, despite everything. Or at least she thought she missed him. She thought she should be missing him, so she settled on that.

- "You know" - Loona had a puff of the lit cigarette - "you don't deserve any of this."

Octavia glanced at her, a slight surprise drawn in her eyes. A slow pause. A beat.

- "I know. You think your dad is a good guy. That he's done all he could do. And honestly, that might be true. The good guy part, I mean. Blitzø is really fucking bad at pretending they're not in love. And it takes a good guy to find something to love in my dad. Believe me."

Another puff. Another pause.

- "That does not change the fact that he failed you. And I'm sure this is not the first time. People don't run away from home because of a one-time thing, speaking from experience. You look like you're at your limit. And you haven't even realized it." - A long puff ensued. Octavia could not help but notice the way the cigarette's light gently illuminated Loona's nose. - "I just want you to know that you're allowed to feel angry at him. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not calling anyone until you ask me, okay? I'd rather get my teeth pulled than drag a kid back to a shitty father without their consent. I am an assassin, yes. Technically. I guess. But even I have my standards."

Octavia felt surprised. And relieved. And ashamed. The last thing she expected was kindness.

The relief was soon overcome with the reality of her physical body. She did not eat anything all day, and she was so monumentally exhausted. She abandoned the balcony, sitting with her back against the Observatory walls. Her head felt lighter and heavier somehow. She fixed her sight on the ground. Reality muffling. She was so tired.

- "Hey" - Loona's voice became very soft. - "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like shit." - She paced around for a bit, indecisive. - "Is it okay if I sit with you?"

Octavia shrugged. - "You did not make me feel bad at all. I think I needed to hear that. And you can sit here. It is fine." - Amidst everything that was swirling around her head, some part of her subconscious was relieved that Loona stayed.

- "I do not know why I feel like this, all of a sudden. Sorry, this does not usually happen to me." - Octavia apologized.

- "Girl. You are allowed to have emotions, you know. And you're probably dehydrated as well." - Loona squatted next to the royal heir, facing her direction, glancing at her with a worried expression. She produced a water bottle from one of her pockets, offering it to the young heir. "And sorry again. You probably didn't need to hear all of this shit now. Just. Let's just sit for a while, ok? Let's just... chill. We can decide what to do later." - Her squatting transformed into sitting, now facing away from her.

The young royal tried her hardest not to chug on the water bottle that was offered, instead taking polite, short sips from it until it was finished. Octavia felt what she could only describe as relief. And below that sense of relief, she felt gratefulness towards the hellhound. For the water, the heir thought. But she could not ignore that she was more grateful for her company.

She could feel Loona's body heat radiating against her thighs. The hellhound was pretty close. "Is it normal to sit this close to someone you just met?" - Octavia wondered. She was not used to closeness. It was not appropiate between royalty. But just existing close to her made her come back to her body.

Loona flicked her cigarette off her hand. It was consumed halfway. It dived off the balcony in front of them, still a bright ember on its tip.

The young royal was beginning to calm down a lot more. Her senses coming back to her. The warm breeze, caressing her feathers. The muffled sounds of the big city. Sirens, some fireworks. Or gunshots. She was not prepared for how much she would detest LA. She can't say she wasn't warned about it, though.

Loona shifted, trying to find a posture that could accommodate her tail and not destroy her spine simultaneously.

Octavia noticed now the smell of Loona. Cigarettes. And sweat. And under that, a sweet flowery fragrance. Her fur was shiny and immaculate. Only some dirt on the fur of her paws betraying a day of walking around a big, unpleasant, noisy metropolis.

Loona glanced back and caught her looking at her. Octavia was blushing under her feathers. Both averted their eyes from each other, fixing their sight on the rosewood sky.

- "Hell, this whole ordeal is so embarrassing." - Octavia thought to herself. She was so glad the hellhound was there. She was glad to have someone who tolerated her presence. She also felt understood. The heir of the Goetia family was not used to being around people. Even less used to people who understood her. She was mostly homeschooled, sometimes invited to fancy dinners to parade her around. But she did not want to think about that. She was with Loona now. And she was cool. And she was sticking around. "I deserve this. Even if it's just for a little while. I deserve this moment." - Thought Octavia to herself.

- "Do you want to talk, girl?" - Loona's voice was even softer now. Octavia did not know that was possible. - "It's okay if you don't want to. I don't mind the silence. Just... I'm here. I can listen, okay?" - She said, looking away from the heir, to the light pollution that made the stars afraid to come out.

- "I do not know." - Octavia sighed, looking at the night sky, trying to find an answer to that question. As if her emotions were an astronomical mystery to be unraveled. But there was too much light, thought the young heir. Too much going on.

Some minutes elapsed. The buzzing of the city did not die down, but it somehow sounded more distant, farther away. The sky got noticeably darker. Octavia began to feel a little cold. Her eyes were beginning to transform into slits. She was almost too tired to keep them open.

- "If you're okay with that," - Loona began to propose, picking up on her expression. - "you can rest your head on my shoulder. It helps me sometimes. Only if you're cool with that, though. Physical touch is weird. I get it." - Loona produced a cigarette from her pocket, but stored it back where it came from. - "I figured it's getting a bit cold and" - Loona interrupted herself, seeing that The young royal's head was already making its way to her shoulder. Octavia was so tired.

When her cheek touched her furry shoulder, she realized what she was doing. - "Oh, Lucifer. Is this weird? Is it weird that this is happening? Is it weird that this feels great?" - A million thoughts suddenly flared out inside her brain, her tiredness relegated to a background thought.

Loona passed an arm across her shoulders and gently pressed it against the side of the young royal, her paw continuing until she found her feathery head, and began caressing the top of it, very gently.

At that moment, Octavia felt her body melting. She realized the depth of how touch-starved she was. It felt like years of self-loathing were fading away at that instant. She felt ashamed in realizing how little she needed, and how much it helped.

- "Is this okay?" - Loona asked, a sting of doubt in her voice.

- "This is more than okay" - Octavia wanted to answer. Instead, she nodded, and a soft cooing noise escaped her beak. Octavia was too cozy to feel embarrassed about it now, though.

#daughters are allowed to hold their fathers accountable #helluva boss #caring loona #loona is good at free therapy #octavia needs a hug and a friend #maybe a girlfriend as well #octavia goetia #loona #loona helluva boss #canon divergent #fanfic #helluva boss fanfiction

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theycallmebun · 2 years

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but i need you

fine without you pt2 @klawsblr

oikawa tooru x f!reader

warnings: crying ig

Oikawa figured you needed some space. He waited about two days to check back up on you. It normally took one day for one to reach out to the other when things like this happened. Something was wrong and he knew it.

He knocked on your door and waited for you to open up. When he saw you, he saw tired eyes and a clean face. You must have just got done with your morning routine.

“Y/N.”

“Tooru.”

You just looked at one another before letting him in your apartment.

He settled down by the kitchen counter and waited for you to follow him. You trekked behind him slowly before he turned around to look at you.

“Y/N?”

“yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

You looked away from him before shrugging.

“You know you can tell me things, love? I want to know what you’re thinking or what’s troubling you. Especially if it’s something I’ve done, I want to fix it,” he reassures you.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble while biting your lip, trying not to cry.

“It’s not nothing, Y/N. You’ve been crying,” Oikawa states before cupping your face and running his thumb under your swollen eyes.

It’s not long before you lean into his touch and all lets loose.

You tell him what you’ve been thinking. How you think he’s fine without you because he has such amazing people in his life. You apologize for not ever amounting to what they give him and that you’re never there enough. You tell him he’s better off without you.

“But… I need you, Y/N. And you do so much for me already. I don’t want you to compare yourself to my friends. Yes, they’re there for me but so are you. I know when you can’t make it to some things you’re with me in spirit. I know that you love me and that’s already so much. I don’t ask you of anything else. But please, don’t make yourself stop loving me because of this. I need you.”

“I need you too, Tooru,” you sob into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Tooru.”

“Please don’t be sorry. I’m just glad we’re ok. I love you, ok? So much Y/N,” Oikawa says in your ear.

“Ok. I love you too.”

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hurt/comfort #oikawa comfort

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rheagodlywrites · 1 year

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Heart tricks the Mind

Leo loved Y/n. He could never bring himself to admit his feelings until he lost him.

Rottmnt Leo x male! Reader

Leo watched as his best friend read his favorite book. Leo stared intently as Y/n turned the pages of his book.

“What are you looking at?” Y/n questions raising a brow. Leo felt his face flush but he quickly recovered with a cheeky grin.

“Just looking at someone who’s more handsome than words can describe.” Y/n chuckled and turned another page.

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Leo wondered how they got to where they were as he raided Y/n’s fridge once more.

Leo had gone off the grid. He wouldn’t respond to texts or calls. He would barely show up at Y/n’s place and when he did, he’d say nothing. Y/n constantly asked questions, trying to figure out why Leo hadn’t contacted him in so long. As Leo left Y/n’s home, he grabbed his arm. Stopping him in place.

"Wait,Leo! Why have you shut me out?! You've gone weeks and we haven't hung out much. You come to my place only to raid my fridge! Are you ok?"

"What am I?! Your boyfriend?! I don't have to tell you where I go each time I head out!"

"I would just like a warning maybe?! I'd hate for something to happen to you and no one know where you are...I-"

"We're only friends. Therefore our 'relationship' doesn't have or need to be perfect. Hell, we don’t even have a friendship right now! It's not important! There's no deeper meaning between us!"

"...what?"

"Y/n..I'm sorry. I've just been tired."

"Sorry won't fix shit."

————

Leo hadn’t left his room in a while month. He stared at the past texts shared between him and Y/n. Leo had sent texts apologizing but he wouldn’t respond.

“Leo? Raph told me to give this to you.” Mikey walked in and placed a plate of food on the nightstand although Leo didn’t move. Leo hadn’t realized how important Y/n was to him till he lost him.

“I’m so stupid, Mikey.”

“You can be but I just know you’ll fix it! Or forever have Donnie recounting all your mistakes leading up to this.”

Leo swallowed hard trying to gain the nerve to face the one person that could see through him like glass. Leo planned the perfect apology. He made a banner to hang on the roof of Y/n’s apartment complex. He’d get Y/n’s favorite food and drink along with flowers and a movie to apologize with. Leo had planned for a lot of situations. All of them ending with him alone on the rooftop flowers in hand.

Y/n held a book in his hands studying for his next assignment for a class he’s unfortunately failing miserably in. As he read over the things he needed to know, the sounds of quick footsteps could be heard from the roof. Memories of Leo running around on rooftops with a grin flashed in his mind’s eye but Y/n shook his head.

“It’s better for both of you. Leo can’t expect to be forgiven immediately after he does unforgettable things.” Y/n muttered to himself. Y/n had once loved Leo dearly. A one sided love that went unfulfilled since Y/n fell for the cocky jokes of a turtle that may not harbor any romance in his heart. Y/n sat over his book trying to ignore the now constant stomping but it soon became too much. Y/n in a fit of frustration yelled at the unseen stranger.

“Someone had better be dead!” Y/n opened the window to the fire escape and climbed up to the roof in the cold air. Y/n had forgotten his own jacket but that didn’t matter.

“I swear! People would think to be a little more..considerate..” Y/n trailed off with his words upon looking out to the roof he expected to be empty.

The roof had lit candles everywhere. A tent with a heater was in the center and the familiar scent of his favorite food was in the air. But among it all, the biggest surprise was Leo. He had a bow tie on with flowers in hand. He stood under a banner in large letters saying ‘I’m Sorry’.

“Leo..?” Y/n slowly started. Leo griped the stems of the flowers and kept his distance from the one that made him weak.

“I know. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I messed up! Big time!” Leo started out.

“I know that I hurt you and I know that I should’ve done this sooner but I was scared. April was involved in a mission and she got hurt. She was deeply cut and even Donnie thought she was done for until we actually saw the wound. Thankfully she’s ok but still...” Y/n nodded slowly now understanding why he hadn’t heard from April in a while.

“I saw her in the bed and I thought of you. I thought that if I got too close to you that it would be you in that bed and you wouldn’t..be ok.” Leo struggled with his words, eyes looking down to avoid Y/n’s gaze. Leo hadn’t noticed that Y/n was slowly getting closer to him with hesitation.

“Although, the more I thought about it. The more I realized that I want you to look through me. I want to be seen by someone who really does get me in ways not even my brothers could possibly imagine.” Leo closed his eyes and held out the bundle of colorful flowers.

“This month gave me time to think and I had only realized that I loved you with all I have the moment you were gone! Please accept my apology!” Leo hadn’t heard a response so he opened his eyes only to find Y/n’s body close to his face. Y/n looked down to Leo and grabbed his hand gently. Leo felt his face burn as he dropped the flowers.

“W-When did you get so close?!” Leo squeaked in his embarrassment. Despite his flirtatious demeanor, he couldn’t handle whatever this was.

“Leo..I think I want to kiss you.” Y/n asked softly. Leo was surprised by the comment but soon gathered his nerve.

“By all means..” Y/n connects his lips with Leo’s making Leo to drop the flowers in surprise despite expecting it. After a moment, Y/n pulled back to look at Leo with a stare that Leo had never seen before.

“Leo..I accept your apology. I love you too.”

#writing #fiction #fanfic #fantasy #angst #x reader #reader insert #rottmnt self insert #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #fluff #apologizes #rheashares #gay kiss

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Tom loses it.

Tom Grant x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I shall end this fic here. I would like to keep going but I have some others I would like to start on. So thanks for reading. I know it's short but I want to get back to end my vamp series. So apologies for the lazy writing.

Warning: sexual implications, arguing and fluff not proof read and no word

Summary: at a party things get out of hand.

Part 9

🖤🤍

So the plan was to move to London after the season. You had spent most of spring training the new person taking over the kitchen. All Tom knew was the new employee was named Kit. He never saw him because you guys didn't eat in the dining hall anymore. And you never really talked about him. So Tom just shrugged it off. He spent a lot of time fixing as much as he could before you guys moved. Showing the new guy what regularly needed maintenance and showed him when everything was.

It was one day he was walking with the new handyman through the dining hall to introduce you to him. That's when he saw a woman holding on to your bicep. Laughing and rubbing it. You didn't seem to be uncomfortable with what was going on. But Tom definitely was.

You saw him and waved. He gave you a quick smile before waving you over. You came after a few seconds.

After introductions, you and Tom headed back to the camper. You were in the shower when Tom stood in the small doorway.

" Who was that?"

"Who?"

" That woman you were talking to in the kitchen."

" Oh that's Kit. I told you about her."

" You didn't mention she was a woman."

" Really? Huh. I'm sorry. Yes kit has a vagina."

You turned of the water and Tom handed you a towel.

" Thanks babes."

Tom looked you up and down.

" What?" You questioned him.

" Nothing love. You're just beautiful."

" Not tonight ok. I'm tired. But first thing in the morning. I'll wake you up with something special." You winked at him

He gave you a kiss before he went to get you some clothes. He pulled out a shirt that's he never seen before. It was a college shirt that he never heard of. You didn't go to college. And he went in London. So who's was this?

You came behind him and kissed the slope of his neck.

" Where did this come from?"

" Oh that's Kits. I accidentally spilled some gravy all over me. She had a spare shirt in her room so instead of coming back here I changed there. I meant to give it back. But I guess I forgot."

You took it out of his hands and folded it neatly and put it on the kitchen counter.

Thoughts of you shirtless in another woman's room brought all the feelings he had after Ruth. His anxiety was making him shake.

You came back in and kissed his cheek and grabbed a shirt and panties. Tom change as well and laid down. He watched you brush your hair and put it in a loose braid before you came to lay with him.

" You ok Thomas. You seem kinda out of it."

" No I'm fine Love. Just tired."

" Did you see the house I booked marked on Zillow?"

" Yes I did. It's small. We need at least a 3 bedroom."

" Yeah right. Sorry. I'll look for something bigger tomorrow."

" Something with a huge backyard for the children."

" Of course babes." You kissed him and turned off you light.

Just like that his worries went away. You loved him. We are moving to London and we are getting married. Planned on having as many babies as you could. He pulled you into his chest like always and kissed the top of your head.

" I can't wait until you're my wife."

" Me too. Love you sweetie.

" Love you too"

...

Season was finally over and you guys were getting ready for an engagement/farewell party the others were throwing for you two. You guys were hand in hand when you walking into the dance hall.

You guys made your way through the small crowd saying your hellos and thanks. You and Tom danced the night away.

" Are you ready love?"

" mmm Thomas let's say our goodbyes."

He nodded and you guys separated. Tom and some of the guys were hauling the gifts you guys got to a truck. When Tom came back he saw you talking to Kit. She had a hand on your arm. You guys were laughing and what looked like to Tom. Flirting....

When Tom saw her give you a kiss, he was boiling mad. He waited for kit to leave when he approached you.

" What the hell was that?!"

You looked at him confused.

" umm what do you mean? Why are you yelling?"

" She kissed you!"

" Thomas she kissed me on the cheek. She was just saying goodbye."

" I don't fucking care what she was doing. Why would you let her do that?!"

You looked and everyone was watching you two. You held out your hand and gave them a silent apology.

" Well?!"

" Thomas please. Don't ruin this night. Let's go back to the camper and we will talk about this in private."

"NO!"

" Fine. If this is what you want I'm not dealing with this. It is embarrassing. And when you calm down. Come find me. I'll be at home. Packing for London."

Tom watched you walk away and apologize to the others before you left. Frank approached Tom.

" Son what's going on?"

" It's that woman. She's after my lady mate."

Frank laughed. " Kit's married Tom. And last time I check you were on your way down the isle too."

" That hasn't stopped anyone before."

"Tom you are not a child anymore. Talked to y/n. I'm sure that she could tell you what is actually going on."

Tom agreed and went home.

...

He stood outside for a minute trying to come up with an apology. When he finally went in you were packing up the kitchen.

" Love?"

You didn't look at him you just pointed at a book on the counter. He went to it and saw a picture of you two on the front. With the words ' so it begins ' on the front. He flipped through the album. It was a time line of pictures when you guys started to date. Toward the end was the date of the wedding.

"Kit made that for us."

He felt like a complete ass. You turned to him.

" Thomas I get your insecurities about other women. But have I ever done anything to make you question my loyalty to you?"

"No love."

" Ok then. Just remember I'm not Ruth. I love you and I want to spend the rest of life with you."

He nodded and went to hug you.

"Love I'm so sorry. I promise if I have any doubts. I will talk to you."

" Please do. Because without trust or communication we are gonna have some real problems."

" of course. No problems. Just love."

...

Tom was so nervous sitting in the obstetrician office. He watched the doctor moving the instrument around your belly. He heard the heart beat. After 4 long years you had finally got pregnant. He had his doubts at first. But now you guys were there watching your baby on the monitor.

" Looks like triplets." The doctor said.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

" Three? There are three? Three babies?" Tom was in complete shock.

" Yes." The doctor pointed out three little peanuts.

"Oh my god Thomas. Three little babies"

Tom kissed you and met your forehead with his after. He started to cry tears of happiness.

He chuckled. "Three little ones."

"Hope your mom is willing to help us."

" Are you joking? She's been waiting a long time for this."

" Us too."

...

#fanfic #tom x y/n #tom x reader #tom grant x you #tom grant #tom grant x reader #tom x you #make up movie #plus size reader

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TC!dad!JK

you want to argue why jungkook would choose this stressful life over his family. his only concern has always been you, so you thought this decision would be easy to make but part of you knew he’d still choose the crown over you and the kids. hearing him say “if i could, i would” only fuels those pessimistic thoughts of yours.

“no you won’t” is what you want to say but you’re genuinely tired of arguing with him. plus, you don’t want to get manhandled again. what good would fighting do when he gets what he wants anyways? you obviously miss him, but he always gets to walk away with something while you walk away with nothing.

his apology comes from the heart; his whole heart. when he goes in for a hug, you back up a bit because you’re not in the mood to be manhandled and when jungkook sees your frightened reaction, it just makes him more sad to see how bad he scared you. he can feel your discomfort when he hugs you.

he begs you to give him one last chance. just ONE MORE but you aren’t sure another chance will fix what’s been broken. you too begin to cry because you pity yourself. if and when you do forgive him you know everything will just repeat itself. nothing ever changes, really.

“don’t say things you don’t mean” you cry in jungkook’s arms and he cries with you, even holding you close like a parent would do their baby. “y-you h-hurt me. y-you scared me and it was all my fault” you admit. “i shouldn’t have compared you to your father. you’re nothing like him. you’re such a good father to our kids and they love you so much. i’m so sorry i said that to you. i’ll never say it again” you ramble on and on about how remorseful you are. apologizing over and over for the things you shouldn’t have said and done. “i miss you so much” you whisper in his chest and jungkook finally pulls apart from you to look you in your eyes. despite your flushed face, you’re still beautiful in his eyes. he wipes your tears and swears he’ll never hurt you again.

your children just watch the two of you making up, even whining when they see the two of you crying.

“e-everything will be okay, r-right?”

“are…are you okay?”

~🫧

“everything will be perfect darling it has to be!” He promises you, still crying. “ I swear I’ll never hurt you again… I know that you deserve so much better in a partner than me, but I’ll improve I know I have to or I’ll lose you.” he admits, holding onto your waist like if he let go you’d disappear.

He ignores the whining his children, and he keeps on holding onto you. “ you guys got to be with her and go to experience her love and I couldn’t so please just let me right now it’s my time.” he says back to his children.

“ I’m OK as long as you’re here with me, I swear to God I almost went insane without you..” he grabs your body even tighter. “Yn punish me like that again. Oh my God, I would rather die than experience that…” he whispers into your ear. “please I love you so much.”

“ and when I heard you, I don’t think I was saying you I saw my father standing right in front of me mocking me just like how he used to- I-Heard his voice in your words yn-it was like he was saying that come on get up and fight me! I-I saw him…” he tells you, choking.

“it took so many guts to kill him yn- when he killed my mother, I went insane, and then I plotted his death every single day.. for seven years I knew that I couldn’t do anything- I had to bear everything he did to me.. and then when I had the chance I-I killed him.”

#ask: tc!jungkook

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letstalkabouttvshows · 2 years

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FIC: A little fic about Michael not trusting Alex's gut about his new alien friends. Turns out Alex was right from the start.

[context: some months after season 3 when the new aliens come to town and befriend Michael]

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- How the hell did this happen? - Max asked confused and a bit angry.

- I thought they were friendly aliens - Iz replied with the same confused face.

- Well, that's not important right now - Alex stepped in to keep the conversation on the right track. Michael had his head laid low without any courage to look up and face his siblings and most importantly, Alex - What's important is that they have the machine and we need to get it back.

- Any ideas on how we might do that? - Liz asked.

Alex sighed.

********

After they got the machine back, Alex stayed behind to clean up the mess at the Crashdown. Michael came in, not sure how he would start.

- Liz told me you'd be here.

- Yeah. Arturo doesn't need this mess in the morning and Liz and Rosa had gone through enough tonight - Alex replied without making any eye contact.

- You could've asked for help. We'd all be here.

- Not necessary. It's quicker if I do it alone - Alex said distantly.

Alone. Those words felt like a punch to Michael. He took a deep breath and asked:

- So, how mad you are at me right now?

- I'm not mad. - Alex finally looked at him - I'm disappointed.

Michael didn't expect that.

It hurt, a lot.

He took a step forward but Alex took a step back.

- You didn't have my back. - Alex's voice was tired but direct - Out of all people, Michael, you didn't have my back.

- Ale-

- No, Michael. - Alex interrupted, tired, shaking his head low - Don't bother. I don't wanna hear it.

- You get to decide when we talk or not? That's how's gonna be?

- Yeah. The same way you get to decide when you trust me or not.

- C'mon, Alex. Hear me out, please. I know I scr-

- Michael! - Alex looked at him again and now he looked mad - I love you, but right now... I don't like you very much.

Those words broke Michael.

Alex noticed and it broke him as well. But at that moment, he was too hurt, too upset so he stood his ground and let the silence fill the room.

After a short while, Michael nodded and walked out of the diner.

******

In the morning, Michael woke up with a lot of pain in his neck from sleeping on the couch.

After his non-conversation with Alex, he waited for him at home so he might try and talk to Alex one more time.

Michael felt awful. He wanted to apologize, to make things right as soon as possible.

But, the fact he was on the couch in the morning, made it clear that Alex still wasn't feeling up for a chat.

Michael got up, stretched a bit, took a deep breath to prepare himself, and went to their bedroom.

But there's no one there. The bed was made exactly the way they left in the morning before.

Michael checked the time and it was too early for Alex not to be there.

- Alex? - He called out. No response.

He went to the kitchen and no sign that anyone had been there either.

Alex didn't come home.

Michael's mind went straight to panic that something might've happened to Alex, so he ran to find his phone.

As soon as he unlocked his screen, he let a relieved sigh out.

There's one message, from Alex, around 2 a.m, that read: Alex ✨💜: At Maria's.

Michael called Maria right away, forgetting how early it was.

- Hello? - By her voice, it was easy to tell she had just woken up.

- Maria, hey, it's me. Alex's there?

- Good morning to you too, Guerin. - Maria replied, not happy - Yeah, Alex's here. - Maria paused - But he's still asleep.

- Ok. - Michael said - Great. I just wanted to check if ...

- If he was safe from your psycho friends? - Michael didn't say anything - I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just grumpy. Too early - Maria tried to fix it - He's safe, Michael. Don't worry. He just didn't want to go home.

- Right.

- I think last night was a lot for everyone. Don't read too much into it, ok?

- Yeah, sure. Well, sorry to call so early. Talk to you later - Michael hung up.

Michael took a deep breath and sent a text to Alex.

me: Come home. I'll stay at the junkyard.

Alex read the text. Maria gave him a look.

- What?

- Just talk to him already. He sounded worried and extra broody.

- Thanks for the update - He said with a sarcastic tone.

- I know you already regret not going to him last night. C'mon, Alex. You texted him the minute you got here last night. It kinda says a lot. So, just talk to him. You both are miserable.

Maria was right. But Alex's hurt made him stubborn.

*****

It had been three days since they last spoke at the Crashdown.

Michael tried to call and left messages. No replies.

He understood how much he had disappointed Alex.

Michael had spent the last 72 hours playing over and over again the events that led to this particular mess.

Alex was right from the start. And from the start, he tried to warn Michael about it.

- Hey, kid - Sanders yelled.

- What?

- I've been calling you for 5 minutes.

- Sorry, didn't hear you. What do you want?

- I thought you were going to work on that engine.

- I need my tools. They are at hom- - Michael paused - They are at Alex's.

- He still giving you the cold shoulder, huh?

Michael nodded.

- You did screw up.

- Is this conversation gonna have a point?

- He'll come 'round.

- Yeah? How can you be so sure? You said it yourself, I did screw things up.

- Well, first, arguments, fights. They happen. To every couple, even those that love each other as much as you two do. It's part of the package. Second, as time goes, you'll both be better at it. Find the right way to make up. And third, Alex is hurt. Just give him a bit of time, he's gonna talk to you when he's ready.

*****

Michael had waited to drop by his place when he knew Alex would be out at work.

He couldn't help to feel sad when he got home. Somehow the house seemed sad too. Maybe was the lack of Alex.

He had left his toolbox in the kitchen. Before their fight, he was fixing the coffee machine.

It looks like Alex hadn't been to the kitchen for the last couple of days. There were no groceries on the counter, almost nothing in the fridge.

Alex would forget to eat when he was too upset about something.

Michael felt the urge to make something. He knew how much Alex loved his cooking.

When he turned around to leave the room, he saw Alex. They both looked surprised.

- Hey - Michael said.

Alex looked miserable just like him.

- Hi - Alex replied with a soft voice.

- I'm sorry. I thought you were already at Deep Sky. I didn't want to barge in.

- Took the day off - Alex answered - And ... you can never barge in here. This is, this your place too, right?

Michael nodded discreetly.

- Well, don't worry. I'm just here because I need my tools. I got 'em. I'm leaving - Michael's voice was sad.

- Don't.

It felt like the world stood still for a moment. Michael and Alex shared an understanding look and went for a kiss.

- I'm sorry - They both said at the same time, after it.

- I know - Alex replied - I'm sorry for dragging this situation out. I was hurt and, stupid. We should've had talked that night.

- I'm sorry. I always have your back, Alex. If something had happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I just, I didn't want to believe they were evil. It clouded my judgment. I'm sorry I let you down.

-Hey, I get it. You wanted something coming from Oasis that wasn't terrible. You shouldn't lose hope in that.

-What a mess!

-We're gonna figure it out.

They hugged each other tightly.

- And hey, just so you know, I like you, I always like you even when I don't.

Michael felt such a relief. He knew Alex said those words in the heat of their argument. But it hurt anyway.

They both smiled and kissed each other again.

- I've missed you - Alex said.

- Yeah, tell me about it. Can we talk now? About everything? - Michael wanted to clear the air. Explain and apologize again. Make sure that Alex understood why he needed the new aliens to be friends and not enemies. Although, he knew Alex got it already.

- Yes, we can. But...

- What? - Michael wondered.

- Can we talk it over while we eat? I'm really hungry.

Michael laughed.

- Yeah, yeah. I'll make you something.

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