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The new year barely began and I immediately got stuck in Baldur’s Gate and forgot about everything, again. And just when I thought that New Year's holidays should be productive, they’re already over. Well, that's fine. Anyway, I have some spoiler drider legs for you! I'm so proud of them! QwQ
#spoiler spider#actually - drider#Karniss#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanart#bg3#strange how I ignore him in the first few runs#but now I'm just in love#so elegant#>w<#Inner critic: “Maybe#when you draw#you'd better focus on the face and hands? People usually look at them first”#Me: Nah... How about some LEGS? Looong spidy's legs!!! 🕸🕷🕸
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Teenage Dirtbag
Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader
Summary: Ingrid just doesn't understand you
Mapi had never met you before.
She's met the rest of the Engen family. She's met the family pets. But you'd never been around she visited with Ingrid, like your family had put you as far away as possible when she met them.
Like you were something to be ashamed of.
It's a bit of a bad first impression to make when you're shipped from your boarding school, back home and then straight over to Spain to live with her and Ingrid.
She doesn't even get to introduce herself before Ingrid's laying into you.
"Again?" She demands as soon as you're safely in the back seat of the car," Expelled...again?"
"It's not a big deal," You mutter, slouching in your seat and pulling your hood over your head.
"Not a big deal...Not a big deal?! You've been kicked out of school! You've been kicked out of the house! Oh, but it's not a big deal?!"
Mapi's never seen Ingrid so angry before but you're taking it like a champ, looking out the window and generally ignoring your sister even as she snaps at you.
"Are you done?" You ask in the most bored tone you can manage.
Ingrid takes a breath. "Ye-" She catches sight of you in the rear view mirror and whips around to face you. "Is that a hickey?!"
"Do we have to do this?" You groan," You ask me if I've got a hickey. I give you an answer you don't like. You yell. Can we just skip to the bit after you scold me?"
Ingrid's practically bubbling in rage sitting in the passenger seat and Mapi's left scrambling trying to diffuse the tension.
"So..." She says eventually," You like football?" It's a weak redirection but it gets an amused scoff out of Ingrid as she rolls her eyes.
"I'm not into exercising willingly," Is your answer," It's alright from a distance. Even better when a girl's doing it."
Ingrid groans louder now and swats at your knees but it's teasing and it's like all of her anger from earlier has melted away. "Don't," She says warningly though a hint of amusement is still present in her voice," There'll be none of that here. You're here to focus and to study and to better your grades."
You send her a lopsided smile. "How am I supposed to improve perfection?"
It's that evening after you've retreated to your room that Ingrid is left in a slump over your grades and your truancy records.
"I don't get it," She says to Mapi," She misses almost every class but she has perfect marks. It's like she doesn't even have to try."
Mapi shrugs. "Maybe she doesn't," Is her response," Some people just get school better than others. To be honest, if it's this easy then that's probably why she never turns up."
"And the hickies?"
"She's hormonal?" Mapi doesn't really have an answer to that as she's handed your transcript.
"And this?"
Ingrid slides Mapi a picture. It's of one of this out buildings that every school has that they swear is temporary but never go unused.
"That's..."
Mapi stares at the side of the building. She stares at the colours on the wall, at the way they weave expertly in and out of each other. She stares at the shading and the light.
"I know," Ingrid says, her face all scrunched up and Mapi gets the idea that they're not on the same page.
"It's brilliant."
"It's disrespectful."
They both spoke at the same time. They exchange a confused look with each other before turning their gazes back to study the picture.
It's clearly spray paint, the mural that you've done on the side of one of your school buildings. Usually, Mapi would see tags on railway lines out of spray paint. But, somehow, your mural is hyper realistic (Mapi would even go so far as to say photorealistic).
It's...Well Mapi doesn't quite have the words to explain it.
"I'd love to see what she could do with a pencil."
"Mapi!" Ingrid hisses," Don't encourage her!"
"No, no," Mapi backtracks quickly," I get it, totally. She shouldn't have done it there. It's wrong and it's bad but Ingrid! Look at it! People dream of having talent like that!"
For the entire night and the coming days after, Mapi thinks about the mural you did it on your school.
She ends up asking Ingrid for your Instagram during the lunch break at training. Ingrid gives it to her with a confused look.
"If you're going to use it to try and work out where this behaviour is coming from, it's useless," Ingrid says with a defeated sigh," I've already gone through it all."
That wasn't what Mapi was planning to do at all so she just offers Ingrid a little smile and a promise to see what she could find. To her disappointment, no more of your artwork has been posted on your main account.
She scrolls through your following list, all the way to the bottom, to find an account that she's positive is your secret one. Its username is a bunch of random letters followed by dot-art and its profile picture is the mural on the side of your school building.
Mapi feels like she's hit the jackpot as she scrolls through it (feeling pleased with herself when she notices a bunch of your school friends follow this account too so it must be you). You've got hundreds of posts up, detailing murals you've done around your hometown and your school. There's a few still life drawings and a huge oil paint piece on a massive canvas. There's an image of a drawing that's clearly done in pen on someone's arm.
It's photorealistic just like your spray paint piece and, if you were older, Mapi would probably beg you to be her tattoo artist.
When she and Ingrid get back to the house, you're napping at the kitchen table.
Ingrid swears under her breath, rousing you from your sleep. "I told you to do your school work," She says.
You shrug. "I did." You shove your notepad towards her. "It's not my fault that it's not difficult."
"You've done the bare minimum."
You shrug. "I'm not into doing more than I have to."
The tension in the air is practically electric as you both stare each other down.
"Lose the attitude," Ingrid says," I'm trying to help you here. Mum and Dad won't let you back home until you clean your act up."
You mutter something under your breath and Ingrid goes rigid.
"Don't say that!" She snaps," They want what's best for you! We want what's best for you!"
"They want what's best for them!" You snap back. In the few weeks that Mapi's known you, you're the most laidback teenager she's ever met. You've never once really bit back at Ingrid, no matter how hard she pushed you.
Ingrid's tough love had seemed to be working. You napped regularly, yes, but you got all of your schoolwork done. You don't come home with hickeys and no strange murals have appeared in Barcelona by your hands.
She must have hit a sore spot for you.
"You're smart," Ingrid says," You're so smart and I don't understand why you don't apply yourself more! If you worked properly, you could graduate early and be at university already!"
"There's nothing at university that interests me," You mutter," It's a waste of time."
"It's not a waste of time!" Ingrid retorts," What are you going to do when you finish school, huh? Do you even have a plan?!"
Mapi sees your eyes dart to where your sketchpad sits a few feet away. She can see the cogs turning in your head.
You stay silent.
Ingrid sighs, hands clenched into two shaking fists. "I love you," She says," But you need to get yourself together." She shoves your papers right back at you.
"I've already finished it!"
"You've done the bare minimum." She swipes your sketchbook off of the table. "Sit down. Do it properly."
"Give it back!"
Ingrid's tall and, even though she's your sister, she's still tall enough to hold your book over her head so you can't reach it. "You get it back when you do your work properly."
"Give it!"
"No!"
"Ingrid, hand it over!"
"Do your work!"
"Urgh! I hate you!"
"Well, too bad. Because I love you!"
You slump into the seat with a scream that makes Mapi's ears ring a bit but you grab your pen and start on your schoolwork again.
"Come on," Mapi says softly, drawing Ingrid into their bedroom and shutting the door.
Ingrid throws your sketchbook onto the bed and paces, pulling at her hair in frustration.
"What-What did she say?" Mapi asks, her mind playing that moment when Ingrid went stiff over and over again.
"She said that she wished Mum and Dad got rid of her when they had the chance...you know...when she was..."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh." Ingrid groans. "I-I just don't understand her! She's so smart! She has her pick of everywhere! Mum and Dad can get her into medical school! It's like she has no ambition!"
Mapi types into her phone. "Have you considered that, maybe, going to medical school and university isn't exactly for her? I mean, you went straight into football."
Ingrid sighs, the tension draining somewhat from her body. "Mapi...It's different. I had a passion for football even when I was younger. I practiced every day. I knew what I wanted."
"She practices something every day," Mapi replies," And she's so good at it. Honestly, Ingrid, it's a little annoying that you and your family haven't noticed."
She turns her phone around, to a post on your secret Instagram account. It's tagged as a city a few hours away from your old boarding school.
On the side of a crumbling house is a spray paint mural of Norway's women's team. It's got everyone on it, photorealistic like all of your other murals. Ingrid's in the middle though, beaming a smile that you can see reaches her eyes.
"What?" The real Ingrid asks, brow furrowed.
"Your sister did that," Mapi says," She's done a lot of them." She grabs your sketchbook and flicks though it. You'd shown her all of your pieces a few days ago when she asked to see them. "Ingrid, she's so good."
Ingrid flips through your book. There's pencil drawings in there. There's watercolour and acrylic and oil. There's a pastel study of your cat back home and an inked version of Bagheera. There's a stunning piece in charcoal of you and Ingrid when you were younger.
Her fingers hover over your squishy baby cheeks, like she could reach into the picture and touch them.
The next few pages have pictures of your own arm with tattoo designs wrapping around them.
"Ingrid, she's so talented," Mapi says," And, yeah, maybe she shouldn't skip class or leave her work to the last minute but she's found something she's passionate about and loves. How would you feel if your parents didn't support you in your football and made you go to medical school?"
Ingrid wipes the tears out of her eyes when she flicks to the last picture you've drawn. It was from last week, when she rewarded you for doing all your work before the weekend with ice cream. You had taken a picture with Mapi and Ingrid, tongue poking out and cheeks pressed together.
You've replicated it perfectly on the page and scrawled a little heart at the bottom along with your signature.
"Jona...Jona said they're looking for someone to do a mural on the back wall of the Johan Cruyff," She says eventually, flipping the book closed," We...Er...We..."
"I'll call Jona," Mapi assures her," Go and save your sister from work she's already finished."
Like Mapi said, you've already finished all of your work and you're sitting stubbornly at the kitchen table, rolling a piece of lint between your fingers.
You're taken completely off guard when Ingrid pulls you in for a hug. Usually, it takes an hour or two for her to calm down after yelling at you.
"I love you," She says as she pulls away, cradling your face as tears run down her face," I love you so much."
"Ingrid? What's going on?"
"I love you," She says," And I want what's best for you. If you promise me that you'll try just a bit harder in school then I swear, I'll make everything better."
"Seriously, you're freaking me out here. What's going on?"
Map appears over Ingrid's shoulder with a dopey smile. "You should thank your sister. She's just sorted you out with a job."
"A job? Ingrid, no offence, but you don't even like me out of your sight. I can barely get by in Spanish. You want me to get a job too?"
"The Estadi Johan Cruyff needs a mural done-"
"Several murals," Mapi cuts in.
"-And you're doing them."
You blink in shock before a grin splits your face wide open. "Seriously? Are you joking?"
"Keep trying hard," Ingrid says," And I'm sure me and Mapi can sort you out with so much more."
#woso x reader#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen#mapi leon x reader#mapi leon#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
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Heyyy!! I have another eddie diaz request if that's okay? This time Eddie is planning to propose to reader and is a bit nervous but possibly gets chris involved holding a sign and turns around to eddie on one knee? Or they're at home getting ready for bed and he just proposes there and then as he can't think of a more perfect time. The first idea could be at home or the firehouse? All cute adorable and fluffy. Thank you!
Proposal
summary You're scared when Eddie calls you and tells you to urgently come to the firehouse - turns out there's no reason to be scared.
word count 1170
tags just pure fluff, Chris is a precious angel and I'll fight for him w my life
a/n unsure about this but here we go!! Thanks for the request <3
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You're preparing dinner when your phone rings - the ringtone you'd picked specifically for Eddie.
“What's up?” You ask, putting him on speaker so you can keep your focus on the vegetables you're chopping.
“Can you come over? To the station?” He doesn't sound relaxed - as you'd expected - but instead he sounds stressed and nervous, speaking hushed and fast. “Uhm, yeah. What's going on, Eddie?”
You hear him clearing his throat but he doesn't answer your question, “Just please come over.” Now you were actually freaked out. Wasn't he in the middle of a shift? Why would he need you to come over? Chris was at school and all of your mutual friends were with him.
Before you can try getting him to talk and explain what's going on he hangs up, leaving you in the dark.
You shove the vegetables into a Tupperware box and store them in the fridge before grabbing your keys and hurrying to your car.
When you arrive about ten minutes later you almost forget to lock your car, already calling for Eddie. Noting how instead of the usual buzzing around of several people, the firehouse seemed empty.
“Eddie?” You call out again, walking between the firetrucks with your phone clutched in your hand as you'd forgotten your purse in the hurry.
Huffing when you can't find him you stop walking and look around again, “Eddie! I came as quickly as I could, where are you and what was so urgent?” You hope he's the one hearing you and not some colleague you'd never met because that would just be embarrassing.
He looks over the railing of the loft, a pinched expression but otherwise fine expression on his face. He didn't seem to be in pain nor in any haste - you were getting gradually more annoyed by the fact you had sped here, expecting some grand emergency.
“Come up,” he says and licks his lips, a habit of his when he is nervous. You squint suspiciously and walk up the stairs.
When you do, he stands at the end of the stairs, blocking your vision from the rest of the loft.
“Eddie? What the hell is going on?”
He swallows and you can see some sweat beading on his forehead and temple. Worriedly you put the back of your hand against his forehead, not feeling any high temperature which simply confuses you more. He stares basically blankly at you before finally moving again.
“Baby,” he starts and at any other time you would've immediately smiled and melted into a puddle of adoration for this man, but right now you're slightly pissed he'd stressed you for seemingly no reason.
“We've been together for almost two years.” He keeps going and you nod slowly. What is he getting at?
“I love you. More than anything else.” You smile and chuckle a bit, “Excluding Chris…” He looks down with a short laugh and nod, “He loves you too.”
“Eddie, this is super cute and wholesome but why did you want me to come here for that? Any near death experiences I should know about that prompted this?”
He bites his lip and shakes his head. He slowly and gently intertwines his hand with yours and kisses the back of yours, holding eye contact. It makes you smile and fluster, looking to the side with a shy smile.
“There's no one in this world I could imagine being a better woman to me than you. You complete me and Chris. And I want to… I want to ask you something.”
It feels so surreal what he's hinting at that you don't believe your own intuition, simply wiping your eyes, “Eddie, don't make me cry I'll look like a panda,” you warn for a lack of a reaction, hoping your mascara at least survived the first few tears.
He chuckles and then slowly gets on one knee, your hand still cradled in his. You can't contain your sob when he kneels, making it clear what he's going to ask you.
Instead of asking the question he looks over his shoulder where Chris starts walking your way, a sign in his hands with that exact question on it. When Chris stands next to Eddie and looks at you with that adorable smile you can't help but sob, quickly reaching out to pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.
Catching Eddie's gaze you nod your head and bury further into Chris, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
The boy in your arms giggles and drops the sign to wrap his arms around your waist. “Told you, dad!” He calls and you laugh tearily.
“Yeah, you did, bud.” Eddie smiles fondly and wraps his arms around both of you. You see Buck motioning Chris to come to him, which he gladly does, considering Buck is still Christophers hero, and you hide your face behind a hand as Eddie slowly slides a ring onto your left hand.
There's an applause behind you from the rest of your closest friends, Chris sitting on Bucks hip as he giggles.
However you're focused entirely on the man in front of you, his hazel eyes teary as well when he kisses your knuckle and leans his forehead against yours.
“Te amo mucho, mi amor,” he mumbles against your forehead and kisses it, making you laugh happily. He wipes the last of your tears tenderly and you look at him with pure adoration.
“I love you so much.” He smiles and someone yells - you're pretty sure it's Buck because a smaller, high pitched voice echoes the same word - ‘kiss!’.
You shake your head in amusement but are caught off guard when Eddie surges forward and passionately and deeply kisses you, one hand holding you by your neck and the other still holding your left hand.
“Ew,” Chris says loud enough for everyone to burst into laughter and you and your now fiancé to laugh as well and break the kiss.
“What?” He asks offended when Buck pinches his side (though he looks like he could very well be the one to make Chris voice their shared distaste for the PDA).
You smile at the people you considered family, especially when Bobby clears his throat and points to the already set table, “Dinner’s ready, so let's eat!”
You sit between Eddie and Chris, the former's hand never leaving your thigh, yours laying on top.
“I just realized this means we're gonna have to deal with their PDA every day now…” Buck mentions, looking genuinely scared.
Hen seemingly kicks his shin under the table because he yelps and flinches before pouting and raising his hands in mock surrender. And wow, you couldn't be happier.
#eddie diaz fanfic#eddie diaz imagine#eddie diaz x reader#eddie diaz 911#eddie diaz#911 fox#911 fanfic#911 show#ryan guzman x reader#ryan guzman
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Getting You Air
Anon, "Hello! Sorry if this is weird, my first request ever, but can you possibly do something with Bayverse Raph with a s/o who goes nonverbal while overwhelmed please?"
~xXx~
He could tell, from a mile away, Raphael could sense that something was wrong. He knew you all too well to see that, even in the dancing hues of party lights and through the bustling crowd, that you were not okay. It didn't take long for him to make way to you, his large stature made it easy to push through people, them all to aware of the mutant terrapin even if occupied in conversation.
“Hey, you good?”, his voice rang out over all the bustle.
You barely registered him. Your pulse was racing, mind rushing with your heart at the overwhelming of your senses from what was supposed to be a time of celebration for the turtles and NYPD. Through the muffled sounds of varying voices and blaring music, it was a miracle you found the strength to focus in on your red banned friend in front of you. However, that seemed to be the only thing you could muster to do, unable to conjure up the ability to speak and only respond with a barely focused gaze.
Your lack of words and spaced out appearance had Raph feeling even more concerned. Taking the un touched food you held, he was quick to place the paper plate on a near by desk before ever so gently taking hold of your much smaller hand in his.
"Come on, gotta get you some air.", Raph spoke aloud, hoping that his words reached you through your jumbled senses.
You followed with out hesitation, your body subconsciously following Raphael's guide through the crowd with up most trust.
Finally making way to the roof of the NYPD building, the chilly night air was a refreshing welcome to your heated body. A small garden table was set up in the corner, presumably a get away break area for employees that Raph was quick to seat you down in. Pulling a chair he barely fit in himself closer to your side, Raph placed a comforting hand to the space between your shoulder blades and worriedly period down to gauge any change.
"Looked like ya could use some peace from everythin'. Feelin' any better?"
You still spoke no words, just continued to stare ahead at nothing, but at least now taking some breaths to sooth yourself. However, this did little to reassure Raphael. This was the first time he'd ever experienced you such an overwhelmed state. Usually you were so strong, facing danger head on or even being able to withstand the pounding music of Mikey's playlist when you'd visit the layer. Was it the jammed space? The flashing, multi colored lights? The cacophony of conversations flooding in and out of your ears that made it hard to stay clear minded? Whatever it was that had you overstimulated, it'd be a lie if Raphael said it didn't have him mildly freaked out over your wellbeing. He'd just hoped that bringing you out to the roof top would help in some way. Hell, if you needed to go home, for you he'd leave the party in a heart beat to make sure you got back safe and sound. Whatever just to make you feel better.
Just as he was about to offer up the option to take you home, Raphael was surprised to suddenly feel a ginger hand rest upon his knee. You still couldn't find the energy to speak, so instead you offered the burly man a soft, grateful smile as thanks.
The relief in your tired eyes was all the Raphael needed to feel a sense of his own ease wash over him. Of all the things he's done in his life, he was beyond comforted in knowing that he had at least done right by you tonight.
~xXx~
#bayverse raph x reader#bayverse raphael x reader#bayverse tmnt x reader#tmnt x reader#bayverse tmnt#aged up tmnt#anon request#imababblekat's writing
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In My Dreams • 3
Pairing: Post-Engame!Bucky Barnes x DreamWitch!Reader
Word Count: 3K
Summary: Looking for something to aide his sleepless nights, Bucky searches for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with PTSD have terrorless nights and being a home to the gifted mutants of the city. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up to easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?
Warnings: Not much for this chapter, some anxiety, mentions of traumatic pasts (not very detailed though), bucky is soft in this
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Bucky hadn't been back to see you in a few weeks. It wasn't like he didn't want to, he did - he missed you. But he didn't know what to say.
He felt like a coward for the way he'd left. He knew that you meant no harm, that you weren't offering this dream walking solution to use what you'd find in his head against him. He understood that you were just trying to help, that his options were limited. But the thought of someone else rummaging around in his head again let loose the anxiety he'd just recently gotten a hold of and it gripped him by the throat, making it hard to breathe and hard to think.
All he could focus on was getting himself back home where he could wallow in his anxiety as it settled back in his chest and overthink every possible scenario. None of the scenarios where you intended any harm sat right with him. They felt wrong. Not just because it would be a horrible thing for you to do, but because he knew you wouldn't do that.
He knew you better than that.
And he knew he needed to apologize.
Which was why he was standing outside your warehouse, a box of fresh beignets from your favorite bakery in hand.
He hadn't gone inside yet, something felt off and he'd started to think that maybe he should've called ahead of time. But he'd never done that before, and if you were busy he could leave the baked goods with Tori and she'd take them to you.
He brushed off the weird feeling that was crawling up his neck as he opened the door and walked down the hall to that familiar door that thrummed with magic. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, ready to face the other patrons and the music.
But there was no music.
And the space was empty.
Empty save for the people who worked directly under you. They were tidying up in silence, looking as if they spoke they'd be reprimanded.
Bucky swallowed once, his anxiety suddenly pricking at every nerve in his body, before shuffling his way to the bar, where he usually sat and waited for you. He caught the attention of Alec, the young lanky man behind the bar, whose eyes widened when they landed on Bucky.
Alec rushed around the bar, holding his finger over his lips in a shushing manner when Bucky opened his own to ask what was going on. As he quickly walked over, he gestured towards a closed off sitting room, and Bucky followed the silent suggestion, stepping into the familiar room and turning towards the young man who carefully shut the glass door.
Bucky didn't dare speak first. He didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was, he didn't like how cold it made your safe haven seem. How the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck wouldn't go down.
"You shouldn't be here." Alec whispered, barely audible over the heavy silence.
"What's going on?"
Alec looked through the door, fidgeting with his fingers, "The coven is here."
"The coven?" Bucky had never heard of a coven. He knew now you weren't just a regular mutant, but for some reason he thought you were the only one. He hadn't considered the fact that you might have some sort of magical family - you never spoke about them. "Is that a bad thing?"
Alec looked to the floor before he raised his gaze back up to Bucky's, his eyes sorrowful, nervous. "It is when she's an outcast." Bucky went to ask what happened, but Alec shook his head, as if to tell him he'd have to ask you directly. "The last time the coven showed up. . . it didn't go very well."
Bucky's blood ran cold with that familiar calculating stillness. "What did they do?"
Alec shook his head, "All I can say is they took something from her. They took something and left. And she didn't come down from her rooms for three days."
He would've asked what they took, but he knew Alec wouldn't tell him. He released a long breath through his nose. "When will they leave?"
Alec took his eyes off the door, "They're usually only here for a few hours when they visit. They should be gone by dusk at the latest."
Bucky looked at his watch - dusk was two hours away. He glanced to his usual seat, where he'd sit and tell you about the dreams he'd had, the good memories that your help brought back to him, and he sat. He had nowhere more important to be. "I'll wait."
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You held your head high as you escorted your "sisters" to the main lobby. They're random check-ins always wore you down, making it an effort just to keep your back straight, to not let them see the way they stole all of your energy. Their snide remarks and not so subtle glares of disgust at your home. The way they spoke to you as if you were still a child. The way they talked of you redeeming yourself in their eyes when you knew they'd never let you back in.
It was exhausting.
But as you led them down the stairs, a certain leather jacket behind a closed glass door caught your attention and your breath caught in your throat. It took every ounce of concentration to stay leading the women out of your home, to not run to see his face. You hadn't seen or heard from him in weeks and you were dying to know how he was holding up. You would've checked in, but you didn't want to impose where you might not have been wanted. He needed time and you gave it to him.
Your pace slightly quickened at the sight of the front door and you pulled it open, revealing the dark warehouse tunnel on the other side.
"Travel safely," You stiffly said as the five women barely nodded before leaving. Barely acknowledging you as they peered down their noses at you. The five matrons never liked you, so it was something you were used to, but it still stung.
The last one, Lady Gianna, paused at the threshold, turning to you with eyes of steel. She was a beautiful woman in her mid fifties, but she was cutthroat, ruthless. She demanded respect that you willingly offered her with a bow of your head and a slight bend in your knees.
You stiffened as her voice reached your ears, a low whisper meant only for you. "Something is coming, protect yourself." You looked up to see her not even looking at you anymore, her gaze down the hall. "Do not do anything brash. I do not wish to punish you a second time. It will be the last."
With that, she stepped into the hall, swiftly joining the other matrons in the shadows of the warehouse, but you didn't wait to watch them leave before quickly shutting the door, turning the lock with shaky fingers.
What in the hell did that mean? You pondered the words of Lady Gianna for a moment, your forehead pressed to the humming wood of the door. She'd never warned you before, and to admit she didn't want to punish you was odd. Last time, it felt as if she found the most joy out of watching you suffer.
A door opening behind you had you tucking her words away for later, not to be forgotten, as you turned to meet those baby blues you'd missed so much.
Your lips hesitantly drew up in the corners, as you slowly stepped towards him. "James."
He gave you a grin full of sorrow as his name fell from your lips. He looked well enough, though his cheeks were just a bit more hollow and the area around his eyes seemed dark. You supposed he wasn't getting enough sleep in the past few weeks. You knew he ran out of your spells a day or two after you'd last seen him.
You stopped just a couple feet away from him, fighting your itching fingers to reach out and touch him, to embrace him, to squeeze his hand, anything. "I was wondering when I'd see you again."
He took a step forward, gently reaching for your hands and holding them in his own. "I'm so sorry," He breathed, "I'm sorry for running off the way I did and for not reaching out. I just didn't know what to do."
A breathy chuckle broke past your lips as you smiled, squeezing his hands, "You don't need to apologize, James. I'm just glad to see you're alright."
He offered a soft smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes as his worried gaze remained on you, "Are you okay?"
You cocked your eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"
"Alec said your coven was visiting," he muttered, as if the words themselves would hurt you, "He also told me that things don't really go well when they visit."
Your small smile faltered as you struggled to keep it up, glancing down to your entangled fingers. "What else did he tell you?"
His fingers squeezed yours, "That they took something from you. He didn't say what, or why, and you don't have to tell me either. But I just want to make sure you're okay."
Your vision was blurry when you looked up at him again, the moisture in your eyes distorting your view of him. "I'll be okay," You hated how your voice trembled over the words, "I promise."
He nodded, his lips now a thin line as he hesitated, but ended up letting go of your hands, your fingers instantly cold in his absence. But it didn't last long as he reached around your shoulders and pulled you in, holding you close.
You tried to fight it, to reign in the way your body reacted to him, but it instinctively melted against his as your arms wrapped around his middle and your nose buried into his chest inhaling the smell of him. Pressing your eyes closed, trying not to let the tears slip, you tried to focus on just him. Hints of mahogany, cedar, and leather flooded your senses and you sighed as his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you to him while he traced gentle lines across your skin.
You could've stood there in his arms forever if he let you. There was something about him that lured you in, that comforted you and made you feel light. Something about him that made you happy.
He held you for a long few minutes before his lips brushed your ear in a whisper, "I brought you something."
Pulling out of his hold, you wiped at the few tears that had slipped through your lashes, "You brought me something?"
"I did," He turned back to the room he'd been waiting for you in, leading you inside where a box sat on the little coffee table.
"What is this?" You smiled as he gestured to the box, silently telling you to open it.
"It was my peace offering," He stated as you lifted the lid, beignets filling the box."I thought maybe you'd be mad at how I left."
"So you were going to bribe me with beignets?" You asked, a brow raised in mock suspicion and he chuckled.
"I was going to try," He looked at you, "I don't know what I'd do if you stayed mad at me, I had to do what I could."
"I wasn't mad, or upset," You closed the box before laying one of your hands on his chest. "I was just worried."
"I didn't mean to worry you," He muttered, grabbing your hand with his own.
"I know," You sighed, wanting to start feeling better and looked back to the box of desserts before a grin took over your lips. "I have something I want to show you."
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You lead him up the stairs to the second level where your office was. But you kept walking down the hall, passing the large oak doors and the various hallways before coming to a set of small hidden metal spiral stairs. He followed you up, though when you looked back at him, he was climbing the stairs at an angle between the center pole and the railing, causing a giggle to tumble from your lips. His shoulders were a bit too broad to fit.
When you reached the top, you unlocked and pushed open the hatch, climbed out and took the box of beignets from him to let him join you.
"What is this?" He asked, his eyes roaming the space.
"This," You stepped around him, closing the hatch with a soft thud, "is where I come to hide from my life, sometimes." You watched as he walked around the small area, the plants hanging from the trellis brushing his shoulders as he passed under them. You watched him run his fingers along the back of the outdoor couch, the cushions a dark brown to match the small table that was lined with books in front of it.
"It was freezing out today," He turned to you and you walked around the couch, taking a seat and placing the box on the table. "How do you keep it warm up here? It's perfect."
You flashed a smile, "Take a wild guess."
He scoffed with a smile before sitting next to you, "I know it's magic, but," He paused, as if he shouldn't even be asking.
"You want to know how it's done."
He looked over to you with a nod but was sure to quickly add, "You don't have to tell me."
Tucking your feet under you and grabbing a beignet, you leaned back, savoring that first bite before you sighed. "It's an almost constantly running sort of shield," You explained. You reached for a pebble from the ground, tossing it at the edge of the roof. It bounced off of what seemed to be just air, but upon contact left a gold ripple that traveled over the expanse of the dome surrounding your little roof.
"Wow," He turned to you, "Could I. . . ?" He gestured to the same pebble that landed at his feet, and you nodded, watching him toss it in the same spot. He tracked the ripples, tipping his head back as far as he could to watch it go down the other side. When the wall stopped shimmering and was back to being invisible, he turned to you again, "Doesn't keeping this up all the time wear you out?"
"Truthfully, no." You shrugged, taking another bite of your treat before explaining further, "Sure, it does drain from my magic, but in the grand scheme of everything else I'm doing at all times, this is just a splinter in the whole tree."
"That's incredible," Bucky muttered, turning to look at you, "You're incredible."
There was a sudden lightness in your chest as you fought to not smile too broadly, to not allow yourself to become too flustered. "Why do you say that?"
"You're protecting so many people, and helping so many more. You've got this place under lock and key hidden in plain sight with a constantly running magical security system. You've got half the city protecting you because they want to," He sighed, "And you don't have to do any of this stuff. You could take your magic and run away. You could be selfish, and only help yourself. You could leave the rest of us to struggle while you climbed your way up. But you don't leave anyone you can help behind." He reached over, gently swiping his thumb across the tip of your nose, the surface coming away with powdered sugar as he chuckled. "I've only really known one other person who was like that."
You instantly knew who he was talking about. It wasn't a secret that his best friend was the Steve Rogers. The whole damn world knew. But what the world didn't know was how Steve left.
It didn't know how Steve left to return to the past and his friend had left behind. How he left his friend heartbroken and alone. Lost in a world he didn't know.
The world didn't know that, but you did. Bucky had told you. He'd told you of the memory he dreamed about with Steve. The one where they were just teen boys going to Coney Island. Where he saw his friend in a different light for the first time.
He'd told you about the emotions he remembered struggling with in a time where those sorts of feelings between the two of them wouldn't have been accepted. You knew about him trying to move on, dating girls around town. And how he had written to Steve when he was shipped off to the war. How Steve never responded and it hurt but it helped bury those feelings he harbored. But then his friend showed up to rescue him from a scientist, and all of those emotions flooded back.
Then he told you about how after Thanos, Steve told him he was going to stay in the past after returning the infinity stones. He was going to leave the shield to Sam and go find Peggy Carter for that dance. Bucky told you how, even though he was heartbroken once again, he hugged his friend and told him he'd earned that dance.
He let him go.
You wanted to curse Steve Rogers. For leaving behind this gentle man before you. For not keeping true to his end of the line promise.
You wanted to curse him for breaking James's heart.
But you hardly imagined that Bucky would so easily forgive you for digging up his friend's bones and cursing his soul, so you left it alone.
You sighed and finished the beignet in your hand before making Bucky take one. As he took a bite, you reached for another one, smiling at him as you snuggled into his side, watching the city as you made a silent promise that you weren't going anywhere.
That you would never leave him behind.
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Sev with a ver nerdy reader. Very loser vibes with glasses and all. Could you write about how they meet and get together? How their relationship would be and what would other think or do about such a contrast couple?? Xxx love youuuuu
aweee i fucking love this
men and minors dni
singed is a mad genius, you'd never deny that. but mad geniuses tend to get caught up in the whirlwind of their revolutionary thoughts and creations, and they leave behind important things like, you know, numbers. or studies. or a general respect for the scientific method.
so while singed spends his days tinkering in his lab, you spend your days sitting beside him, trying to decipher his discoveries into a language people who aren't mad geniuses can understand.
this is just to say: you're a glorified lab assistant.
you don't know how you caught sevika's eye. you're polar opposites.
sevika fights for a living, she can command a room with a single look, and she's got women swooning for her everywhere she goes. you scribble calculations in a basement for a living, sometimes you and singed are so focused that you don't even speak to each other for days at a time, and you're aware that your glasses, frumpy clothes, and lack of awareness when it comes to style don't exactly make you sexy.
but... somehow, you've enchanted her.
you first met a few months ago, when singed brought you along to a meeting with silco to have you help demonstrate a new varient of shimmer.
typically, singed takes these meetings alone. he likes to keep his science life and his shady dealings as separate as possible-- plus, he knows how nervous you get. but, the new variant required at least two pair of hands to properly prepare, and you were kind of hoping to meet silco's elusive kid-genius foster daughter. singed sings her praises on the daily.
jinx, unfortunately, didn't show up, but sevika did. and you nearly shat yourself, because the woman didn't take her sharp gaze off you for the entire demonstration.
afterwards, when you were packing up in the empty office as singed and silco chatted in the bar downstairs, sevika tracked you down. "hey."
you screamed as you turned around, dropping a vial of shimmer on the ground. she chuckled. "f-fuck sorry." she said, holding her hands up. "didn't mean to sneak up on you."
you pushed your glasses up your nose and just shrugged. "'s okay. i-i'm just jumpy." you whispered.
"you're cute." she'd said.
and then, because you've never been able to be normal about anything in your life, you passed out.
so, the start of your and sevika's relationship was a bit tumultuous. she had to spell it out for you, many times, that she finds you endlessly endearing and adorable.
"during that first meeting. singed read something off his notes but didn't understand, so you explained it to him. just you rambling a bunch of nerd shit, but you made it sound so simple, and you had this sweet sparkle in your eye-- i dunno." she shrugs, then pushes your glasses up your nose for you.
you guys actually balance each other out really well. sevika encourages you to have a bit more of a backbone, you help her see the softer side of things.
she's obsessed with your constant nerdy ramblings. she learns so much from you. she can point to anything and ask you about it, and you'll have an answer.
she'd also never admit it to anyone, but she loves your fantasy books. the nerdier and more complex the better. sometimes, she'll have you read whatever book you're reading outloud, and more times than not, she falls asleep within ten minutes to the sound of your voice.
she's constantly pushing your glasses back up your nose for you. if she notices a smudge, she'll gently take them off your face, clean them with the hem of her shirt, then push them back on your face.
she's obsessed with eating you out while you read or work. she likes to watch you struggle to maintain your focus-- which is usually so laser sharp.
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A Mere Trifle
My first contribution to Rebelcaptain Fluffbruary! The prompt I went with was "dessert."
A Mere Trifle
Bodhi opened the fridge. "Oooooh," he said in delight. His roommate made sweets and desserts to relax, and Bodhi was usually the beneficiary.
"Don't you fucking touch the fucking trifle!" Jyn yelled from another room.
"Why not?" he yelled back, but set the bowl of trifle back where he'd found it.
"Because I'm saving it for poker night, you glutton."
Bodhi raised his brows at nothing. Poker night was at theirs tomorrow night, and while most everyone brought food, it was more along the lines of grocery-store chips and dip. Not a dessert of multiple layers and steps and approximately thirty thousand calories.
He grabbed the leftover Chinese instead, gave it a sniff, and concluded it probably wasn't going to kill him. Eating beef and broccoli out of the container, he went to the other room where Jyn scowled at the computer screen full of her photos that she was working on. "Not even a nibble?" he asked pitifully.
"Nope."
He licked sauce off his thumb. "It's got all berries and whipped cream and custard. You seriously expect me to resist?"
"Yes, I do, or I'll shave your head in your sleep."
Bodhi put a protective hand over his ponytail. "You're a cruel woman, Jyn Erso."
She bit her thumbnail, narrowing her eyes at two virtually identical images of an empty lot. She twiddled a setting and suddenly the tiny yellow flowers blooming amongst the lanky dried grass burst into focus. "You've known that for years," she said.
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Poker night started around seven, or whenever enough people straggled in to get a decent game going. Bodhi expected the trifle to come out as they set up the table and pulled mismatched chairs in from all over the house. But only the two party subs that Jyn had picked up on her way home from work made an appearance.
"It's got to stay chilled," Jyn claimed when he asked about it.
"Uh . . . huh," he said, but had to go answer the door before he could needle the truth out of her.
It was Melshi, who came armed with various chips. "You ready to lose?" he crowed, setting a bag of tortilla chips next to the subs.
"No, but you'd better be," Bodhi told him.
"Big talk. Beers in the fridge?" Melshi asked.
"Yup."
He opened the door, grabbed a beer off the door, and paused. "Holy shit, Jyn, did you make that?"
Jyn was across the room in a split second, smacking his hand. "Don't touch!"
"Why not?" he whined, cradling his hand.
"Cos I said so." She slapped the door closed. "Go stuff your face with a sandwich. Veggie's on the left side."
Melshi sighed heavily and went to pile his slice of veggie sub high with peppers and mayo.
Leia and her brother came in next, then Kay, then Luke's truck-driver friend, Han, and his large, hairy roommate, Chewie, and then Shara and Kes from down the hall. About half of them mentioned the trifle, and every time, Jyn refused to let them get it out.
It didn't escape Bodhi's notice that Jyn's head snapped around every time the door opened. It also didn't escape his notice that Cassian Andor, who worked at the paper where Jyn sometimes picked up photo gigs, wasn't there yet.
People skipped poker night for work, holidays, hot dates, classes, and exhaustion. Usually they put it in the group text. Bodhi checked his phone.
"Nobody's canceled," Jyn said without looking at her own.
"Right," Bodhi said, grinning to himself, and arranged his bingo chips. "Okay, who won the last game at Han and Chewie's?"
"Me," Kes said, raising his hand, and taking the deck to deal.
Two rounds in, Jyn was looking very downcast, but she still snarled like a Doberman whenever anybody went near the fridge.
"We ever gonna get some of that dessert?" Han whispered to Bodhi.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Bodhi whispered back.
The doorknob rattled, and Jyn got half out of her chair before the door opened. She sat back down as Cassian came in. "Hey," he said, brushing snow out of his hair.
"Hey," Jyn said casually. "Thought you weren't going to make it."
"Sorry," he said, shrugging out of his coat. "I kept thinking I was almost done with the article and then I wasn't. How much has Melshi lost?"
Melshi flipped him off.
"Not enough yet," Jyn said, and got Melshi's finger next. "Did you get anything to eat?"
"No, and I'm dying. Tell me there's something left."
She waved a hand at the subs, mostly decimated on the counter. He put one of each kind on his plate and added mustard, then piled the rest of his plate high with potato chips and the baby carrots that Luke had brought.
"Should be beers in the fridge," she added. "Oh, and I forgot about a dessert I left in there, can you get it out?"
"Ohhh!"
"So he gets some of that first?"
"I see how it is, Erso!"
"That's who it was for?"
"Well well well!"
Jyn scowled. "Okay, the lot of you can go fuck yourselves."
"What?" Cassian asked, popping his head up over the fridge door and looking at all of them quizzically.
"Nothing," Jyn said. "Everybody here is a fucking moron, that's all. You find it?"
"With all the whipped cream? Wow," he said, pulling it out. "This looks amazing, Jyn. Is this the thing you were telling me about last week? Whatsits. Trifle?"
"Oh, yeah, it is," Jyn said as if it was a massive coincidence.
He looked at her for a moment, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "I can't believe it survived this long with these animals."
Melshi opened his mouth, then yelped as if a Doc Marten had met his shin with force.
"Well, like I said, I forgot about it," Jyn said.
Bodhi looked across the table at her and mouthed, You're so full of shit. She ignored him, a blush spreading up her face.
Cassian sat down next to her, juggling his plate of sandwiches and a serving of trifle in a bowl. "This is really good," he said with his mouth full. "I mean, really. Wow." He nudged Luke. "Get some of this, it's incredible."
"Thanks," Jyn said, shrugging, dealing the next hand. "It was nothing."
FINIS
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hello uuu💓!! I love your writing so much and I hope you’re doing wonderful. I don’t know if you saw but Alex’s gf got a nipple piercing, and I would just die if you could (most importantly if you want and are in the mood for, if not totally understandable) tell us your thoughts or write something along the lines of Alex seeing your nipple piercings/reaction, how would he treat them. I just can’t get that idea out of my head
Omg omg omg omg 😭 I literally just woke up and read your message and went on Instagram to see this jesus. (HELLO YOU! babe)
I'm sharing thoughts, but I'll try to use that in a narrative soon because this is so good pls 😭 tthxx for sending this!
Alright, imagine telling him this before doing it. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, and he's between your knees. Your hands are on his jaw, holding him close to you as if he would consider looking at anything else but your worried eyes. Your fingers are sliding down his neck (and soft baby curls) as you contemplate how getting a nipple piercing could boost your self-esteem, and it could be an idea, but you want to hear his opinion first (even though you'd do it the same way, and you know he wouldn't mind). And he's looking at you cautiously, hanging onto every word before giving you lovely smile, seemingly caught off guard but not failing to shower you in repetitions of how hot you are and how you'll get even hotter as he tightens his grip on you and kisses you. (Like, please, the way he would be fixated on sucking and nibbling them, and how it would intensify afterward – maybe you'd even feel more confident after and pushing his mouth to them at any opportunity.)
And then he goes with you, your eyes watery with the prospect that it might hurt. He holds your hand, running his thumb over your skin to soften it and try to trick your synapses. Or better, he stands by the door, looking at you without your baby tee shirt. You're smiling and confident about it as he holds his jacket between his hands and watches you because you said you wanted him there. He feels happy to see you happy and a bit numb as you get up from the chair, push your hair back, and ask him to look at how it turned out. (He's already drooling over you.) Your face holds a smile between your teeth, knowing he won't hold back when it comes to complimenting you once you're alone. And yes, he would listen attentively about how to take care of and clean the area to do it for you whenever you'd like.
He would be so careful during the healing period, so you would always be on top. Unable to lavish the intensity with which you took care of him on your breasts, he would certainly focus more on other areas, like thighs and waist (squeezing, biting, marking and everything). And of course, seeing that you enjoy that, it would become a recurring thing. And you getting there, feeling exhausted and a bit frustrated, only for him to hold you and kiss away your tears while you're whimpering that you needed this to pass quickly because you missed having his mouth around them. He would clearly chuckle but feel the same way, even knowing that the wait would be worth it, and then he would nibble and kiss the skin around to try to soothe you a bit. And he would say that you would have to wait a bit longer with some laughter. Oh, he would clean the area for you, you know? Wipe away the sweat and put you in one of his tank tops that he usually wears under his button-down white shirts, then give a kiss to each one over the fabric and hear you moan softly because it was still a bit sensitive.
Around people who were close to you both, like the boys and girlfriends, I think he would kiss them over the thin fabric of your blouses. Maybe you haven't seen each other since the morning, and he's seeing you for the "first" time after having spent energy from you first thing in the morning and then he pulls you by the waist, wrapping his wide hands around you, lowers his head and kisses them with a good (lots of) pressure and he can see your body growing soft or just tense because your cheeks getting too hot at it. (If he's having a good day, he'll even bite to hear your muffled sighs in your hands). Oh, he would certainly stare at them from time to time whenever you were braless and they were showing thru your t-shirt. It would be like magnetism, even if he tried or disguised it, you would notice. Or touching and squeezing them when no one is watching just to have you snuggle up to him and say, "not here" even though the voice didn't hide that you liked it.
And okay, if it's a surprise and he's going to see it for the first time after you've already done it, I think it would be a case of you not being able to wait to show him. You would certainly have to take him to a calmer place or maybe in the car and tell him that you want to show him something and he feels a little red in his cheeks and ears when he sees you opening the buttons on your shirt, his bright eyes on you, meeting the metal slightly illuminated by the light light of the car. Your pretty nipples stiff from the cold wind and him licking his lips, sighing contentedly and unrestrainedly as he didn't utter words even after you let out a smile and whispered, "did you like it, Al?" with a calm tone and without perspective on the thoughts he was having at the moment. Let's say this happened while he was on tour, so at this event your nipples had been pierced for a few weeks and safe. So soon, Alex's reaction would be to run his thumb over your happy skin, making you let out the same sighs he had let out minutes ago and after rubbing them lightly and seeing that everything was ok, he would hold your waist and kiss them cautiously until he decides he would like to bite them and then leave the skin below your breast chewed and marked. (and yes, this is in the car, minutes before you need to go out and meet people. The windows are cloudy and you hold the back of his head in light pulls and moans, not being able to verbalize well a tiny, "I'm glad you liked it, my love.")
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NOT SO NUMB AFTER ALL.
(miles quaritch x fem!recom reader)
just a small miles snippet/one shot. i needed soft miles and some fluff, but didnt wanna go all out. so here.
the lyle x miles x reader smut sittin in my drafts mad as hell rn.
whatever simple task you'd taken on had ultimately proven to be too difficult, because instead of finding success, you found an open wound scaling across your arm. it wasn't life threatening, but it hurt like hell, and you had to physically suppress a pained yell with the palm of your opposing hand.
being a trained soldier, you were modeled to endure conflicts such as this. but taking a quick overlook around the room you occupied, to find yourself alone, you decided fuck it. let loose. even the strongest people needed to cry at times, right? you weren't a *robot*, after all.
so you did. without a second thought, you breathed out a shaky sigh, and the tears started to flow freely. as freely as the blood trickling from your arm.
you cradled your injury to your chest, hoping to keep the crimson contained to your frame and not the floor. your boots tapped the marble tiling as you sought out a sink.
stopping to rest next to the counter, you leaned your lower abdomen against it, holding your arm over the metal tank and allowing it to bleed.
yes, you knew it'd just be best to patch it up and get on with your day, but you were too exhausted to care at the moment. but you told yourself you would after you caught your breath. and only after. damn, you needed a break.
so consumed by your thoughts, you failed to acknowledge the faint creak and rattle of the metal entrance door sliding open. the hydraulics hissed, and heavy footsteps approached your back. this caught your attention.
you werent alone anymore. shit, fuck.
your healthy arm shot out to the faucet, and you pushed up the handle. water flowed from the spout and onto your arm, washing away the blood, and you gathered some onto your free hand to wash away your tears.
just as you felt two strong hands take hold of your hips, and a broad chest press to your back. and a chin on your shoulder.
some evidence was still there, of course, despite your efforts. and miles noticed immediately. you felt the colonel tense, his hold on your hips tightening a bit too much. but you wouldn't complain.
his ears pinned back, his eyes widened before his brows furrowed in concern. he was worried, and trying to hide how truly worried he was. he couldn't stand to see you hurt. who could blame him? the dipshit was head over heels for your cute ass.
"hell happened to ya, baby?"
his usual cold tone of voice had faded. this one was soft, sincere, and just for you. not a damn soul saw this side of him, except you.
his left hand slid around to your front, over your belly and towards your arm. he wrapped his fingers around it firmly, tilting it towards him so he could get a better look.
"just a cut. im okay." you told him, faintly sniffling, swallowing thickly. miles reached around with his right hand and shut the water off, grabbing a fresh washcloth from the drawer at your side and pressing it firmly to your cut.
"turn around, darlin'. look at me." there was that firmness. one that made you want to run and hide, and open your legs all at once. odd.
you did, though reluctantly at first, turn around and face the recom. his eyes immediately trained on yours, but you couldn't meet them, and you kept your focus downcast to the floor.
he took your chin in a gentle but stern hold, tilting your face upwards towards his. forcing you to look at him. at those piercing yellow eyes.
it almost looked as if he was glaring at you. like he was angry, upset with you. but you knew he wasn't. anger and concern looked the same on miles' face, and he couldn't bring himself to be angry at you. most the time.
"huh.. are you cryin'?" his ears pinned back further at the sight of those puffy cheeks, and red-rimmed eyes. his tongue darted out to trace his canines, his lips parted slightly as he squinted down at you. he was thinking.
you couldn't help but roll your eyes and pull your head away from his hold, your own ears pinning back in response to his closeness. the proximity didnt make you uncomfortable, no. but you found yourself feeling guilty. you felt caught, like you had been doing something wrong even though you weren't.
miles wasn't one for people crying. if you cried, you were a pussy and didn't need to be in the military. fortunately for you, you owned the softest spot in his *stone* heart. and his gaze grew gentle.
"don't pull 'way from me.." his voice lowered to a whisper, and his hand fell to massage your ribcage, before he turned. he reached over your head, opening an overhanging cabinet to fish out disinfectant and gauze.
he lazily tossed them onto the nearby metal exam table, leaving them there as he turned back to you.
his arms looped around your waist, his palms encasing your ass cheeks as he lifted you up and placed you to sit on the table.
he wasnt saying much, but miles wasn't a big talker unless he was mocking/berating someone. so you figured he wasn't too upset.
he took your arm and a cotton ball, dousing it in rubbing alcohol. he paused just short of pressing it to the open wound, noticing how you visibly tensed and held your breath in preparation.
he sighed. how in the hell did you get here?
"d'aw.. baby, it's alright. only burn for a second." he assured you, and his lips pressed to your forehead in a tender, comforting kiss. before he started to clean.
it hurt so fucking bad, but you managed to keep quiet and hold still, letting him wrap your arm. and when he was done, his eyes met yours again.
"there we go. all done. wasn't too bad now, was it, huh?" the corners of his lips curled upwards in an almost teasing grin as his thumb brushed over your lips and cheek.
"ah, look'it my pretty lady.." he breathed, leaning in. your eyes fell shut as he peppered small kisses across your cheeks and nose, your forehead, your jaw. now, he was just trying to mend the ache in your lil heart. another thing, he couldn't stand seeing you hurt, but he could hardly *breathe* when your feelings were.
"you did a good job, darlin'. proud of ya." he whispered, "my good girl.. mmh." he hummed, his lips ever so softly pressing against your eyelids.
miles was so rough around the edges, it was rare to see him so *soft*. but here he was.
you felt his lips finally meet yours, and the two of you shared a sweet kiss. sweet as honey, you felt. after a few seconds, he broke it.
"quit cryin', now.."
his palm cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over it as his free hand took yours and lifted your bandaged arm. he tracked kisses over the wrapping, making sure not to press too hard as to not hurt you further.
"don't cry, baby." he cooed to you, as you leaned your head into his hold. a tired sigh slipped past your lips, and his ears twitched as he picked up on this.
"i hear ya. i hear ya.. c'mon." his arms looped under your rear again, lifting you up. your legs hooked around his waist, your arms around his neck as he carried you.
"let's get us a shower and some sleep, yeah?"
he asked you quietly, his voice slightly muffled by your hair. but he didnt mind. you grumbled a sleepy yes into his shoulder, your smaller frame slumped against his chest.
his heart melted. he stayed composed.
maybe you'd feel better after a good cat nap, and he could give you some *special treatment*.
#avatar the way of water#avatar#miles quaritch x reader#quaritch x reader#atwow#fluff#x reader#one shot#quaritch x fem!reader#quaritch x recom!reader
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I'd Rather Overdose
Mingi x reader who is an addict
TW: Drug use, alcohol use, addiction, angst, cursing, not a happy ending.
This story jumps around time a lot, but I don't think its hard to follow.
Not proof read. We die like men
Listen along while reading for the full experience.
Can't let go
I can't let you go
I try but I always know
I wish you was holding me close
Can't be without you I'd rather overdose
Mingi watched you practically melt into your couch. He should have known better than to hope you'd be sober when he came over. There were multiple empty alcohol bottles on your coffee table in front of you. Sighing he made his way to your drooping form. “Come on Y/N. We gotta get you to bed.”
You blearily looked up at him, noticing him for the first time, with a smile now gracing your face at the sight of your lover. “Min you made it.” You weakly held your arms up for him to grab you.
“Yeah Y/N” He scooped you up and felt you nuzzle into his chest. This is the you he can't live without, the sweet you. “I always make it to you.”
When your fucked up on them pills you can’t hear me cry
Without them your sick and we both know why
Pint after pint till the well runs dry
If only you loved me like you love getting high
You were shaking, your whole body alight with the motion as if you couldn’t control yourself. He knows you can't.
“When is enough enough, Y/N?” He could see the withdrawals setting in hard.
“I’m f-fine Mingi. I’m just a little sick. It’s just the flu.”
Yeah. Just the flu. That's why there were scattered pill bottles littered around your apartment. Bottles with other peoples names on them. That's why your hand mirror was lying face up with a razor blade on it. Sure, it was just the flu.
Suddenly grabbing your mouth, you ran towards your bathroom barely making it in time to let out the contents in your stomach. Not that there was much. He stood in the doorway and witnessed your downfall onto the floor. Mingi couldn’t just let you suffer there alone so he pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back.
I know that you hate me and I hate me too
I can't get over what I did to you
You tried to help me and it wasn't going through
I hope that you miss me cuz I miss you too
Mingi couldn't take his eyes off you from across the club. He hadn’t known you were going to be here with your friends or he wouldn't have come out with his. Even in the dark club he could see how run down you looked. Worse than the last time he saw you, a few months earlier when you were throwing him out of your home.
This time you looked like a shell of your former self. He watched you pound shot after shot as if it was water. He felt the guilt creep in as he watched. He couldn’t help but wonder if you getting this bad was his fault. Mingi only wanted to help you. He thought rehab was going to be the solution to your addiction. In hindsight maybe an ambush with your parents who you haven't seen or talked to in years wasn’t the answer but he only meant well. He didn’t know it would lead to you saying you hated him and you wanted him out. He could still feel your small fists colliding with his chest.
Mingi saw your head turn in his direction. Your eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to focus when they landed on him. There was a saddened look in your eyes now that you’ve noticed him. Turning back to your equally as wasted friends you tipped another shot down your throat. Mingi hoped you missed him at that moment, like he missed you.
Please don't walk away
I'm too high please dont look me in my face
You lose faith with every pill I take
I can't be without you i'd rather die today
It didn't matter anymore. The pills going down his throat proved that. If this is what it took to keep you then he would do it. Being high with you was something he was used to anyways. It’s how you met, having the same plug. It was usually only him getting pot and the occasional party drug. Pills were new to him.
He was getting too fucked up to notice the look on your face when he swallowed those pills. If he hadn’t already taken some an hour prior he wouldn't have missed the shame that crossed your eyes at his actions. Mingi was becoming like you, for you.
You’re too blind to see you have a disease
Love pills and whiskey more than you love me
Pint after pint erasing our memories
If only you loved me like you love smoking weed
Mingi had you in his lap now, the smoke you inhaled previously now being transferred into his mouth. Your kiss tastes earthy, dirty almost. There was a lingering of the whiskey you had consumed mere moments ago on your breath.
This had become his new normal. Come over and get high with you. Downing bottles of booze until you both became numb. Beggars can't be choosers, though.
“I love you Mingi.”You were slurring, could barely get the words out. You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing into his skin. “I love you so so much. Please don’t leave me.”
He was sure you did love him. Not as much as you loved getting high, but he would take what he could.
I can't let you go
I try but I always know
I wish you was holding me close
Can't be without you I'd rather overdose
If this was the life you were going to live then fuck it. Mingi will stand with you and love you the best he could. He couldn’t let you go again. In his arms is where you belong, fucked up or not. He would rather overdose than lose you.
A/N; I have been thinking of making this for the last few days. I do not condone drug use! be safe out there y’all
#Spotify#song mingi#ateez#no happy ending#angst#ateez x reader#ateez fic#mingi#mingi x reader#was all in my feelings today
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um if ur still doing the hurt/comfort prompts could you do sakusa x “look at me” 💕
i AM still doing the hurt/comfort prompts and i am so so sorry it took me so long to write this. i hope you enjoy
pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader
warnings: u n sakusa are married, angst, but happy ending
wc: 763
7. "Look at me."
For the first time in as long as you could remember, you didn't see the ring on his left hand. Even during a game he switches his usual gold band out for one of those silicone ones.
During the game you heard whispers around you of people talking about Sakusa's lack of ring. "Did something happen? Did he get a divorce?" There's no way they didn't know it was you sitting right in front of them. Fiddling with your wedding ring as you tried to focus on his hand long enough to spot the black silicone band on his finger. Maybe you just missed it the first time.
Nothing.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It may not have been that big of a deal, maybe he misplaced his silicone one. He can't wear the real one on court in case of an injury.
But even afterwards, after they had won their match and he came back out from the locker room. Usually he's wearing the gold band by now, to do his interviews. But still you found his left ring finger to be empty.
"y/n," Sakusa greets you with a kiss to your temple when you go down to meet him later, "Did you like the game?"
"Where's your ring?" You ask, trying to not let your emotion take hold. You didn't want to turn this into something huge. At least, not in front of all these people.
"What?"
"Your wedding ring. You didn't wear it during the game or put the real one back on after," You refused to look him in the eyes, knowing if his gaze met your own you'd probably burst into tears right there. You were trying to hard to keep your composure.
"Is that really all you focused on?" Sakusa scoffed, his usual dull tone unchanging, "I didn't think-"
"It's all the girls around me were talking about. It's our wedding ring. Of course it's what I was focused on," You responded, "Nevermind, Kiyoomi. I'll see you at home." You couldn't remember the last time you called him that.
You were thankful in that moment that you had driven separately from him, as you spent the first five minutes with the music playing too loud so you could drown out your cries. First he doesn't wear his ring for god knows what reason, and then he used the monotone voice towards you (which he never does). You love your husband, but currently you were less than pleased with him.
Knocking on your car's window pulled you from your thoughts, sniffling and wiping the tears from under your eyes.
"y/n, unlock the door please," It was Kiyoomi. "I want to apologize to you but it's really hard to with the music and all." You could tell he was yelling pretty loud, since the music was loud enough as is.
You hesitated for a moment, but decided to unlock the door so he could get in your passenger seat. The first thing he did was turn down your music (much to your disliking). “It’s cold out there, and you didn’t even bring a jacket,” He clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance for a second before turning to you with a soft look. “I’m sorry for what I said inside.”
You refused to look over, tears still rolling down your face. You weren’t sure what he could say to make you feel better right now. “You still aren’t even wearing it.”
“y/n, look at me, please,” Sakusa took your chin between his thumb and index finger to pull your face towards him, “They were in my other gym bag. I somehow forgot it when I left this morning, I had to use my emergency bag that I always keep in my car.”
You suddenly felt stupid, you knew he left his gym bag at home this morning because he texted you complaining. And the emergency gym bag had been in his car since before you got married (which means that bag has sat untouched in his car for well over a year). “I’m sorry, Omi. I shouldn’t have just assumed anything.”
“Don’t apologize, y/n. If I saw you out and about without your ring on, I’d be upset too.” He placed a small kiss on your nose before putting his forehead on yours, “I’ll put an extra silicone one in my emergency bag, and my back up emergency bag.”
You laughed for a second, before realizing what he said. “Wait, you have a back up emergency bag?”
hurt/comfort prompts
comments, reblogs, requests, n likes appreciated!
#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu#hq sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi angst#sakusa x y/n#msby sakusa#haikyuu sakusa#mine !!
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Mission Failed, Successfully
Couple: Fem!Henderson!Reader x Steve Harrington
Summary: 20 year old Y/N Henderson had just finished Purdue and decided to go back to her lovely hometown, Hawkins. It all seems dreamy until she finds out about Dustin's little plan of you and your ex to get back together.
You'll find a whole lot of: angst angst angggstttuh, kind of fluff, violence, reader with anxiety, reader leaving steve cuz reader thinks steve deserves better.
a/n: I don't really know how bad this is but I'm proud of it hehehe
Part 1 - Pet names and Confessions
"Thanks Y/N!" Dustin says, gathering his bag and other belongings before leaving your car to hang out with his friends, that being the same, Mike, Will, and Lucas.
You left 2 months earlier, before the whole upside-down thing happened, and when you came back, it was all Dustin could talk about for 4 straight days.
You dropped him off at the usual hangout place for the boys, Mike's house. You'd never been a real fan of Mike, really, just because he can become cocky when he doesn't get his way, and believe me, he never does.
While you were waiting for Dustin to get off the car, you saw a red-headed girl and a ridiculously short-haired girl, screaming Dustin's name and telling him to "Hurry the hell up, Dustin!" "Steve has a shift in 15 minutes, you dingus!"
Steve.. it sounded familiar, though you thought it was just from the movies you'd watched.
Then, it hits you.
No...
STEVE
"Hey, Y/N! Um, do you want to meet my new friends? " But you're still stunned.
You remembered the rather painful past of yours when you were the same age as Dustin. All because of the mention of your first lover's name.
You were shortly snapped out of the trance when Dustin started pulling on your arm and tutting.
"Y/N! C'mon. Oh my Lordddd, "Dustin huffed.
You did Dustin's request and left the car, walking up to the Wheeler's doorstep.
You gave the two girls a smile, and they gave you shy greetings in response.
"This is Y/N! My sister! " Dustin cheered, introducing you to the unfamiliar faces.
"Y/N, Max and El, Max and El, Y/N," Dustin sternly said, slightly embarrassed as he was the only one doing the talking.
"Jesus Christ, Henderson, you little shit, do you want to go to the arcade or-" Steve barged into the four of you, flabbergasted at the sight of you.
You're both looking at each other in pure shock, leaving the little kids confused.
You chose to ignore him and went inside the house, revealing Lucas and Will on the couch and one cool-looking short-haired girl.
Will gasped at the sight of you, running toward you for a hug.
"Y/N! Finally! I've missed you! " The boy greeted you, pulling you in for a hug.
You both hugged for a decent amount of time until the short-haired girl walked up to the both of you.
Okay, bowl cut, who is this? " The girl joked, pointing at you.
"Hi! Um, I'm Y/N, Dustin's sister? You are? " You stretch your hand out for a handshake.
"Robin, um, Robin Buckley." Steve's friend. " Her eyes widened, looking shocked while she shook your hand and hurriedly burst through the door.
The rest of the people greeted you and talked to you, except for Steve and Robin, who were talking, not so quietly, outside the house.
You could hear them arguing and talking about a girl.
It wasn't much of your worry as you're the ex, not the current. You had no right to be snooping and listening in on their conversation.
Even though you really wanted to.
..
It was 2:13; an hour had passed since you dropped Dustin off and made contact with his old friends; two people your age and the coolest girl Dustin's age. We're quite shocked that Dustin became friends with them, but it would be too unmannered to comment on it, especially since you're his sister.
You wanted to read a book, but you just couldn't. Your focus and the one thing your mind was set on was Steve Harrington. Dustin's friend.
Why? Nothing, maybe just because he was your first boyfriend, the first boy to whom you said "I love you," to whom you lost your virginity, and who you broke up with for "no reason."
Well, maybe not nothing.
You needed to get your mind off of it because it was driving you insane. You felt like a coke bottle that had mentos in it with the lid on. If you took the lid off, it would explode. Right now, your lid is Dustin. Dustin does not know that you dated Steve. He just can't.
You put on a decent pair of boots and searched for your car keys to drive yourself to the park.
It was, and still is, your favorite place. It was the only place in Hawkins that made you feel at ease, and you swore to everyone you knew that nothing in that park could make your mood worse.Or so you thought.
You sat on one of the benches, book in hand.
You were about to open the book when a ball hit the side of your face, very badly. It hurt badly.
"Fucking bastard!" you whispered under your breath, setting the book aside, reaching for the ball only to be picked up by none other than Steve Harrington.
Of course, abso-fucking-lutely.
"That hurt, love?" He asked, cupping your face with one of his hands.
Your whole body shrivelled at the sound of him calling you the same pet name he had for you before, when you were dating.
Maybe he thought it was nothing, but it gave you a knotting sensation in your stomach, and not in a good way.
"Love? What are we? Dating? " You stood up, finding it hard to process the words coming out of your mouth.
You tried to act cool and smug, but his eyes just didn't agree with the plan.
He let out a fake laugh, looking at the trees that surrounded the both of you before actually replying.
You stood there trying to look scary and shit while he was just giving you a smile, clearly not scared of you. In fact, it looked like he wanted to laugh at you.
"No, we aren't." He spoke, tucking your hair behind your ears, his hand remaining in your ear.
It was sweet. He was trying to be sweet, but you were mad. You didn't want to fall for him again.
"Then don't call me Love, Steve. Don't flirt with me. You're flirting with your friend's sister." You rambled, taking your book with you, and hurried out of the park to your car.
You look at the rearview mirror. You're pouting. You looked sad. You could see in the corner of your eyes, Steve, who was looking at you, or the car.
Tears threatened your eyes as you once more rewound the past you had with him. There were times when you truly believed you were free.
Yes, you ended up weeping in your car, just because of a silly thought.
You drove back to your house faster than you usually do, millions of thoughts crossing your brain.
..
You heard an alarm go off, signaling it was already 6:45.
The reason that you had set an alarm was because Dustin wanted you to pick him up at Mike's house after his very "awesome" day, which he was going to tell you all about over dinner.
You ended up crying yourself to sleep and it worked. Time passed by, and now you're most probably going to see Steve again.
You change into an ABBA shirt and decent-sized shorts and put some makeup on. You never really liked makeup. The powdery feeling of it just makes you very uncomfortable. So your usual makeup routine included powder and lipgloss.
You tied your hair up and opened your door, revealing Steve Harrington.
"I drove him here." He said as he closed the door behind him.
A million thoughts crossed your head at the thought of him making an effort to see you.
What does this mean, you say to yourself?
He walked over to you, looking around your room.
"Still a sucker for pink, aren't you?" He jeered, playing with random figurines you had on your shelves.
"Harrington, what the hell do you want?" You grunt, putting a hand on your waist.
"Love. It's been 4 fucking years. You gon na tell me why you broke up with me? " He asked, still more calm than ever.
His scent made you go wild.
So fucking wild.
"Not that it really matters to you because you probably fucked thousands of bitches when I left. Why does any of this even concern you, huh? I don't think the girl you were talking about earlier with your friend would really like this. " You snapped, raising your voice and stepping closer to him with every sentence.
He looked scared, really scared. Every time you got closer, he took a step back, his eyes changing moods when you started speaking.
"I wonder who that girl is," he mumbled, looking away.
You couldn't hear what he said but couldn't care less about it. You still know the situation you're in. You're in a room with your (hot) ex, and you're barely 7 inches away from each other.
"I don't know how you find any of the guts to act like this, especially when you're the one who broke up with me, the one who told ME that I was dumb. And for.. I don't know, breaking up with me for no reason at all?" He barked, slamming the door behind you.
You stood there, shocked.
You were shocked.
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#writers on tumblr#steve harrington#stranger things#steve x reader#steve stranger things#dustin henderson#steve harrington x henderson!reader#stranger things s4
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Hi! Really love all your writings❤ Honestly it's become a daily ritual at this point😅 I was hoping if you'd do the next parts of Lawyer Lou x Defendant Debbie soon. Also, The Proposal AU 😶👉👈 Loving the holiday shuffle btw!
Part 7 was here; Here’s part 8:
“Also designer suits?” Lou asked, her mind wandering away once again, wondering how Debbie normally dressed. What her hair looked like. What she smelled like. What it would be like to lay in bed and tilt her head to the side and study her as she walked around in a towel deciding what to wear for the day. If she would hold up a pair of underwear or a bra teasingly and ask Lou if she should even bother with undergarments today.
“Just you wait, baby,” Debbie smirked, leaning back in her chair, a certain air of confidence about her, like she knew, she just knew, that Lou was trying with every fiber of her being to focus on Debbie Ocean, her client, and not undress, Debbie, the gorgeous and stunning woman in front of her, with her eyes.
The buzzer sounded harshly and Debbie was up on her feet, rolling her sneakered feet to the rubber outside edges and back, again and again. It took four rolls until she heard the jangling of keys and footsteps walking forward. Two more rolls before she heard the sliding of locks and the holding cell.
“Ocean,” a voice boomed, making her eyes snap up. “You’ve got a visitor.”
She didn’t let her heart hope too much. It wasn’t a Lou day. Or rather, a day to meet with her attorney. But maybe Lou had shown up as a friend?
It was a ridiculous thing to wish for. She was already testing the boundaries of hope and flirting and maybe even romance when it came to one Louise Miller. And that was insane.
“Who is it?” Debbie asked, letting them cuff her hands as the officer led her forward down the hallway, the guard pausing them outside one of the small conference rooms. She felt her heart fluttering again. It wasn’t the main visitation area. Most people in these rooms were meeting with lawyers, or spouses, or—
“Well, you’re certainly consistent,” Tammy smirked, waving a polite thank you to the guard as he closed the door, his shaved head still visible in the window of the door.
“Fuck,” Debbie grinned, racing over to hug her friend, giving her a tighter squeeze than usual. “You are quite the sight for sore—wait. What do you mean consistent?”
“Oh, cut the shit,” Tammy smirked, sitting down in the chair across from the small table, motioning to the other one for Debbie. “I brought cookies.”
Debbie reached across the table as Tammy put the Tupperware down on the table, keeping her hands hovering over the lid.
“Tell me about the blonde and you get a cookie.”
“So by consistent, you’re telling me that you’re a part of this pattern?” Debbie laughed, leaning in closer, snatching the container out from Tammy’s hands, grinning triumphantly. She took a cookie from the container and leaned back in the chair, kicking her legs up on the table. “You’re not even an actual blonde.”
“I’ve been keeping L’Oreal in business for decades,” Tammy rolled her eyes. “The least they could do is allow me the title of blonde.”
“These taste like grass,” Debbie admitted, making a face, but not stopping, cookie still falling out of her mouth.
“Trying a new diet,” Tammy smiled awkwardly.
“You’re three pounds, Tam.”
“I’m—we’re trying,” Tammy blushed, looking down at the table. “Trying to make some better health choices, you know. Sorry, I—I didn’t mean to bring up outside sort of stuff.”
“I mean it’s no secret you’re going to Fuck your husband,” Debbie chuckled. “But congrats? Hope he doesn’t pull out?”
“Deborah,” she sighed, her eyes flashing with warning.
“I’m kidding!” Debbie sang. “Not,” she mumbled under her breath. “But I am going to play the it’s about me card for my visitation time in jail. And I do assume that your first child will be named Debbie if it’s a girl and Danny if it’s a boy.”
“Absolutely not,” Tammy hissed, but she was grinning ear to ear. “So, tell me about this lawyer who you would certainly be sleeping with if you weren’t trapped in a cinderblock.”
“How do you—Oh. Right. The witness interview. Did she seem…jealous?” Debbie asked, almost hopeful, not sure if she was ashamed of the feeling or not. She should have been using this time to actually ask how witness prep had gone, or if Tammy had spoken to Tess or heard any whispers underground about Claude or the art world or anything. But she was too smitten. This was her best friend. And Lou was her crush. So what if she was also her defense attorney? It wasn’t like she had endless books or magazines or movies to binge at her disposal. This was her only source of entertainment.
“Why would she be jealous?”
“Because you’re my ex?” Debbie prompted, taking another cookie before making a sour face. “God, Tam. These are horrible. Don’t feed your kid this shit. They’re better off with a bag of chips.”
“I thought we were both pretending that we never happened,” Tammy sighed.
“You’re the one who told me I have a type.”
“Maybe I meant Becker.”
“You definitely didn’t mean Becker.”
There was silence between them for a moment before Tammy snatched back the cookie container, Debbie’s finger almost caught in the lid.
“I like her for you,” Tammy finally decided, carefully sealing the lid before tucking it into her oversized purse, her eyes finding Debbie’s once more. “There’s something there.”
“I think so too,” the brunette smiled, nodding her head slowly. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me not to shit where I eat though?”
“You already did, babe,” Tammy exhaled, looking around the small room. “And it landed you here. I think all bets are off now. And Lou seems like the good deal. Let’s just see if she can break you out first.”
“I’ve got faith in her,” Debbie whispered, looking at the door, missing Lou’s cocky grin and the way she watched Debbie’s eyes light up at her coffee and treat surprises. “I trust her.”
“Debbie Ocean trusting someone?” Tammy raised an eyebrow. “And they don’t think prison changes people.”
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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet
regulus x gn! reader
requested by anon
warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety
from this alphabet
A - Affection; how they like to show their love.
Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.
B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?
Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.
C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.
Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.
D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.
He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.
E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?
Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.
F - First Date; your first date together.
The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.
G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?
For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.
H - Honesty; how open are they with you?
Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.
I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?
Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.
J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?
Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.
K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.
Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.
L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?
The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.
M - Melody; what’s your song together?
I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.
N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?
Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.
O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?
It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.
P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.
Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.
Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.
He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.
R - Romance; how romantic are they?
So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.
S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?
Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.
T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?
He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.
U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.
He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.
V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.
With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.
W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?
Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.
X - Xtra; random hc about them.
Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.
Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.
He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.
Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.
Incredibly still, almost scarily still. The only time he moves is to be closer to you, closer to your exuding warmth. It almost frightens you to move in case it wakes him or disturbs him, but if it does, he never lets on.
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What If I Don't Want You To?
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REQUESTED: "Hii! I saw that you wanted people to leave kaz requests in your asks so here I am! Could you do a ff in wich the reader is a part of the crows and she's really sarcastic and flirty (similar to jesper) and she constantly flirts with kaz, (he acts like it doesn't affect him but he secretly loves it) and one day she does something especially bold that makes him blush madly and they finally admit their feelings for each other (also a lot of teasing of the crows to kaz pls) thank you so much!"
SUMMARY: reader loves to tease kaz but is scared once she realizes she might have gone too far.
WARNINGS: a mention of blood but nothing graphic
WORD COUNT: 1422
Kaz was the most closed-off person you knew. He never revealed anything, wether it was his feelings or the details of a new plan, and it enraged you. That's why you took it upon yourself to see just how far you could push him.
Flirting with Kaz Brekker wasn't an easy task, nor was it rewarding but it sure was fun. The crows loved to see which new technique you would have used and what effect it would have had on Kaz. It was usually a simple glare; a snarky comment when you were lucky. Bets were made on his reactions and you soon became a part of it.
"What are we thinking today, Y/n?" started Jesper while walking you down to the club, "I'm betting on a smirk."
"A smirk?!" you asked surprised, "I'm not even sure Kaz can smile..."
"He can, i've seen him once. I thought i was dreaming but when i pointed it out, he glared at me. I knew it was real when he whacked me with his cane." stated Jesper, shivering at the memory. You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Why do you do it, by the way?"
You took a moment to answer, suddenly serious again.
Truth was that all the innocent flirty comments you made −comments that started out as nothing more than a pastime− soon changed something in you. They were becoming truthful, and seeing Kaz answer with nothing but a dismissive comment was not easy. Trying to evoke feelings in him, inadvertently awoke feelings in you. Feelings for your boss that you shouldn't have had.
"Do i need a reason? It's fun, why do you talk to yourself in the mirror when you think no one's watching?" you retorted, raising eyebrows in genuine question.
"First of all, you shouldn't have seen that. Second of all, you should try it, you'd feel much better afterwards." he said simply and you tried restraining the smile that inevitably made its way on your face.
You entered the club which was, as always, in full swing. Several people were already ordering at the bar all kinds of alcohol while many others were betting all their possessions at the tables. Only the dregs knew that the real bets were being placed under the tables.
"Ten that he doesn't say anything." you heard someone whispering.
You were the newest of the dregs and of the crows, but you had already earned yourself a reputation.
"Twenty that he finally kicks her out." another voice from somewhere in the club.
That one made you shiver. Would he really reach a point where he would fire you? You were a useful member, you wouldn't have made it into the crows if you weren't, but were you too much? Would he eventually get tired of you?
You walked over to your usual table with Jesper to meet Inej. Kaz wasn't there yet and you were really thinking of ending it there, no more flirting, no more jokes. This was your job, nothing else.
"What do you have for us, boss?" asked Jesper as he saw Kaz approaching.
He looked as he always does: black refined clothes clinging to him in an assortment of sharp edges, making him look even more direful to new merchants. He looked dashing the way a raging sea at night is; frightening, yet enticing. And that was wrong, you reminded yourself.
"It was a dead end." he said, sitting down.
He was in a gloomy mood, certainly for the news, and even though you knew you would have let down the whole club, you couldn't help but think of the comment you had heard moments ago.
"Twenty that he finally kicks her out."
You loved working and simply being with the crows and the possibility of being kicked out was positively frightening.
But you couldn't simply stop. Everyone would have noticed something was off, he would have noticed. And then what? He would have known you liked him.
You had to do something big, something he couldn't simply ignore. You might have been out of the dregs for good, or maybe not.
Jesper kicked your shin under the table, making you focus back on the real word and motioning at all the dregs in the club, looking expectantly at you.
Kaz and Inej were now talking about something you weren't quite getting, their voices seemed distant as you tried to forget about everyone's eyes on you. You had made it a thousand times already, you could do it once more.
"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Jesper and Kaz leaned back in his chair.
"I have some other leads we can try, but we'll have to split up." he started, the prospect of new kruge in his pockets making him incredibly more cheerful, "Jesper, Inej heard something about a particularly pricey painting in east stave, she'll bring you there and you'll learn more about it. And Y/n," he began and you perked up.
It was your moment to say something and get it over with.
"We'll go to west stave, i need your help with a lead there."
"Oh, you need me?" you said, your tone excessively teasing.
"That's what i said, but i can ask Inej." he replied drily.
You hesitated but you were not one to back down, especially not in front of one of Kaz's passive aggressive comments.
"But then you wouldn't get to stare at me longingly while i work, would you?" you said, pouting slightly.
You could have expected a retort, a glare, a not-so-nice hand gesture, but not him storming out of the club.
The entirety of the dregs was dumbfounded, Jesper and Inej, who never participated in the bets but still knew about them, were agape. You were mortified.
"Maybe," began Inej, "You should go talk to him."
"And meet my demise?" you asked.
"There must be a reason why he stormed out-"
"Yes, that he would have liked to kill me but blood stains are tough to remove." Jesper laughed but you were quite serious.
You got up either way, you had to explain yourself to him, you owed him at least that, and got out.
You found him not so far from the club's entrance, leaning on the railing over the river. You approached him unsurely.
"Kaz." he didn't turn around, so you got closer to the railing and noticed that his face, even in the night with the palest light of the street lamps, was scarlet. "I'm- i'm sorry, i will stop."
He remained silent.
"That is if you still want me in the crows, if not i'll leave tonight obviously." he turned to you, usually-perfect hair now slightly tousled, face still red and unreadable.
"Why wouldn't i?" he asked.
"I'm always teasing you and i figured you hated that. I will stop."
"What if i don't want you to?" your head perked up and he turned back towards the horizon, but a smirk crept up on his face. He didn't bother hiding it.
"So you can smile?" he rolled his eyes.
"I don't like it when people point out things i obviously do, you should have noticed back there."
Heat rushed to your face and the smile he had plastered onto his face turned into a complacent one.
"It was real? You stare at me longingly?" you asked bewildered.
He looked at you once before turning to the horizon once more, "Obviously not."
But you could sense he was lying.
"Told you he could smile, Y/n!" shouted Jesper from behind you.
You both turned around to find Jesper and Inej surrounded by the dregs and a couple of other clients too, all jostling to get a better look of the scene.
"It'll be hard for him not to, i'm afraid." joined in Inej and you bit your lip to refrain the laughter. Kaz's annoyed expression didn't help you maintaining a straight face.
"I'm not paying you to stand here doing nothing, get back inside." he ordered.
Everyone turned back inside but Jesper and Inej.
"Boss, if Y/n now gets double, just know i'm great at flirting too." stated Jesper as Kaz made his way back to the club, you in tow.
He ignored him and whacked him with his cane. Again. Jesper had now yet another lovely cane story to add to his collection.
"You'll never let him forget it, won't you?" you whispered. Jesper looked at you like a child who had just entered candy land.
"Never."
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you should break up with your boyfriend | daichi, bokuto, atsumu, tsukki
in which he sees how sh*tty ur current treats you and tells you to just break up with him
note: thanks to @qualitygiantshoepsychic for suggesting these boys !! added bokuto in bc why not
tw: some cursing here and there!
part one (kita, ushijima, osamu, suna)
❊ DAICHI watches you as you make your way back to your table, he takes note of your forced smile and the way you're clenching onto your phone tightly as if strangling it. you sit across from him and get the menu to finally order, "so what are you getting, daichi?" you ask but he only gives you a look, and you knew exactly what that look meant. "want to tell me about it?" he offers, but really, he didn't need to. you bite your lip and nod, setting the menu down on the table, your order will have to wait.
"and that's what he said to me!" you cry out as daichi listens and eats his food, doing both intently. you honestly don't know how many times he has listened to your rants, from the most minor inconveniences to things that keep you up at night, he's heard them all.
he waits for you to speak again as you hesitate for a moment, "so, what do you think I should do?" you ask deciding to focus your gaze on your hands instead than on him. daichi hums, thinking of the best thing to say. but in all honesty, he already knows what to tell you, he's known for months.
"you should break up with your boyfriend." he says almost too naturally.
you stare up at daichi and digest his words, "that's your advice? end things with him?" you clarify and daichi simply nods. you scoff, you couldn't believe it, "so the daichi sawamura is telling me to give up on something to solve my problems? i never thought this day would come."
daichi straightens in his seat, "it's more letting go than giving up. sometimes, you need to know when it's time to go. especially when it's not worth fighting for anymore or when you're getting hurt."
you stare back down your hands, his words piercing your conscience, "i thought you'd tell me to keep fighting for it or something..." you knew he was right, there was no use arguing.
you feel your throat tighten and curse its bad timing, "huh, you're oddly good at giving romantic advice," you say distracting yourself.
"yeah, i mean having your rants as training ground really built the foundations of-"
"-oh shut up,"
and as daichi lets out his usual full hearty laugh, you bask in its comfort and warmth. huh, maybe you should break up with your boyfriend.
❊ BOKUTO's eyes glimmer as he sees you standing outside a store. he jogs and makes his way to you, "y/n!" he calls out for you ever cheerfully but his smile immediately drops when he sees the frown on your face. ”a-are you... alright?" he asks once he's right in front of you, getting a better look at your expression. you wanted to smile, really. who wouldn't when bokuto comes calling for them in such a way? but you just couldn't, not today at least.
"so he left you here?" bokuto asks in a hushed voice, being extra careful not to upset you any further.
"nah, he didn't show up at all." you sigh. you felt it coming, you heard from other people how it was just infatuation when things start to fizzle out and there seems to be no way to save or salvage it. you knew it was coming to an end, but it still hurt.
you continue to walk aimlessly with bokuto quietly towing behind you. you weren't usually like this, you would usually smile up at him and tell him about your boring day. but now, you were silent and deep in thought, and for some reason, that scared him.
"is there... anything i can do?" he asks and you stop to look at him.
bokuto looks at you with soft eyes and you couldn't help but smile, "thank you bo, i'm good, really. i'm sorry for ruining the mood." you reassure him, "it's ending anyway, he'll break up with me soon enough."
bokuto's eyebrows furrow and he pouts, he didn't like the sound of that, "then, you should break up with your boyfriend first." he says in his usual knowing yet innocent tone. "that way, you weren't the one who got dumped, right?"
you couldn't help but giggle at what he said, "i don't think it matters, bo."
he shakes his head, "it does, at least it will to you."
you purse your lips and think, bokuto stares at you as he waits for your answer, "you're right, i think it will."
you smile and with that, his bright grin plasters his face once more, "i got good with giving advice, huh?"
you give out a small laugh and nod, "since when did you know about these things?" you ask.
"akaashi gave me some ya novels to read, they're really... informational."
❊ ATSUMU beams at you as you go through his homework, proud of the progress he's made. you let out a small smile as you read his essay and mygod the boy just melts. studying extra hard those past weeks was absolutely worth it. you've been helping him out with his studies after he asked begged you to, but really it was just an excuse to get to hang out with you more and perhaps do some recon. after hearing from his trusted source (suna) that your boyfriend has never treated you right and would ditch you to hang out with his friends, he's been looking for the signs that you broke things off with him. but so far, nothing. so, atsumu decided to take things into his own hands.
"so, uh," he speaks hesitantly.
"what?" you ask as you continue to check his homework.
"how's your um... boyfriend...?"
you look up and raise an eyebrow, "why? he's fine i guess."
atsumu lets out a nervous laugh, "you guess?" you nod not looking up from your work.
"yeah, we haven't talked in a few days. and it's not like i care anymore," atsumu's heartbeat picks up, you didn't care anymore? well if that was the case...
"imma just say it! you can't stop me-" atsumu exclaims.
you let out a small laugh, "well, no one's really stopping you tsumu-"
"-you should really break up with your boyfriend." he says without thinking much and you just stare up at him, "he's a jerk, you know it. dump his ass."
you bite your lip, you wanted to but in reality, "it's not that easy..." you mutter as you avoid his intense gaze.
"it is, y/n. we can call him up right now." he hands you your phone and for some reason you take it.
"tsumu i-"
"you aren't happy anymore, right?" you take in his words and think about it, you knew you weren't happy anymore. but why didn't you leave? have you just been waiting for someone to tell you to?
you heave out a sigh and call your boyfriend, and as usual, he doesn't pick up the first time. you dial him again and look up at atsumu who gives you a comforting smile, "if things go south, it's on you." you point an accusing finger at him and he smirks.
"don't worry if things go south, i'll be here." you roll your eyes but really, his words comforted you more than they should.
"you better be." you mutter as your boyfriend picks up the phone.
❊ TSUKKI stops in his tracks and does a double-take on what he's hearing in front of him. you were crying with your hands on your face, trying your best to keep it in, while your boyfriend screams at you. tsukki clicks his tongue, the last thing he wanted was get involved in other people's business. but still, he doesn't leave, he just can't. how could he when you were crying like that just a few feet away from him?
"stop crying," your boyfriend demands.
"d-don't tell me what to do," you mutter through your tears.
how dare he tell you to stop crying when you're in this state because of him in the first place? tsukki thinks to himself as he watches over you, making sure your boyfriend doesn't cross the line.
"you're always like this! getting your way by crying like that! i'm so sick of it! so sick of you!" your boyfriend yells, "you'd better fix yourself the next time i see you. stop being such a fcking mess." he warns before he turns away, leaving you as you try your best to calm yourself down.
tsukki's hold on his bag tightens and something in him stirs. he knows he shouldn't approach you, he knows you wouldn't want that, but why isn't he stopping?
"y/n, are you..." he asks and you slowly lift your head up, eyes widening at the sight of him. he holds his tongue, searching for the right words to say. you suddenly turn away from him and hurriedly wipe your tears, what should he say at a time like this?
tsukki sighs, there was no going back from this, "you should break up with your boyfriend."
you look up at him, your teary eyes filled with confusion and offense, "don't give me a lecture right now, kei." you warn but as you stare at him, you almost fall back in fear at the sheer seriousness in his eyes.
"i'm not," his gaze bores through you and for some reason you start considering his advice.
something in tsukki shifts as he sees you start to think, "you know i'm right, don't you?" he says more softly and you give him a slow, thoughtful nod. you do.
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