#I was expecting them to ease me back into it

[a-b-riddle]

Not me imagining medic reader who acts weird around Ghost.

At first everyone thinks that you’re just weirded out. 6’4 wall of a man in a skull mask. His eyes covered in black makeup and eyes such a deep brown they’re almost black. Anyone in their right mind would be on edge.

But then as time progresses it doesn’t stop. You don’t ease up no matter how many times you’ve been around Ghost. Eventually the 141 begins to suspect something much more sinister.

Theories of knowing something about Ghost you shouldn’t. Are you working for Makarov and worried? Your eyes never leave him anytime he enters a room. Your voice wavering anytime he asks you a question. You’re not like that with the others. You’re hiding something. And they know it.

Johnny is the one you’ve gotten closest to in the 141. The one who wants to believe you’re not a traitor. You’re Birdie for Christ’s sake. Their bird, as they call you. You couldn’t be betraying them. He’s able to convince the guys to let him get you drunk. See if you slip up.

It’s a quiet night on base. Johnny had manage to get flavored vodka imported. Enticing you to come have a drink in his barracks.

And boy, do you.

You get too tipsy to notice how off Johnny seems. How his voice is softer, more alluring. You also down notice the phone face down on the table, serving as a live walkie-talkie between him and the others listening in Price’s office.

Johnny and you bullshit around. Talking about F1 racing, the need for more help in the medbay and even what your plans are when you get back home.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. He needs to know.

“What’s your deal with the Simon?” He finally asks. His question grants you pause, almost instantly sobering you up. Johnny sees it in your eyes. His heart breaking because he begins to believe he was wrong.

“Hen,” his hand grabs yours, when you don’t say anything. “I know something is going on.” You try and pull away but he doesn’t let go.

“Have-” you begin, trying to figure out how to tell him. Johnny is your friend. He wouldn’t care. But you fail to come up with the words. “Fuck.”

“Please.” He begs. “You know you can tell me.” You wait. Contemplating if you should tell him. But then it could mean losing any respect you had earned with them.

“You can’t judge me.” You made him promise, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“I won’t.” He promises, offering a squeeze of reassurance. He knew that the moment you confessed to whatever it was you were hiding, the team would be in there. He knew what would happen to you. And although there were no romantic feelings he held toward you, he still cared.

You took a deep breath.

“It’s the mask.” You confessed. “It’s hot.” Now it was Johnny’s turn to pause.

The mask?

“What?” He asked in disbelief, pulling his hand off of yours. “What do you mean it’s hot?” “You’re worried that he’s sweating underneath it.”

“I want to fuck him.” It felt like a weight lifted the moment your confession of lust escaped your lips.

Johnny sat there, knowing his Captain, fellow Sergeant and, most importantly, his Lieutenant were listening on the other end of the phone.

“Simon.” he clarified. “Ye want to fuck Simon.”

“I mean if he keeps the mask on.” You shrug, looking at his bewildered expression. “It’s a kink, Johnny. Some people like feet or being led around on a dog leash.” You down the rest of the sweetened liquor, cringing as the last sip makes your stomach flip. “Men in masks do it for me. It’s a thing now. Lots of women like it.”

He doesn’t say anything. The room filled with uncomfortable silence until he breaks out in laughter.

“If you say anything, I will murder you and we both know I can make it look like an accident.” You threaten.

“Feckin’ hell.” He sighs, wiping tears from his eyes. “This isn’t how I expected the conversation to go.”

“Well,” you say standing, needing a moment to get your bearings. “It’s also over. I’m calling it a night.”

“I’ll walk ye back to yer room.” He says standing.

“No need.” You wave off. “I’m good.”

He knows you’re right. But now guilt eats away at him for even thinking you were a traitor. So he lets you go, listening to the sound of your footsteps fading as you walk down the empty corridor.

Several minutes later the others join him in his barracks. None of them saying something until, Johnny looks at Simon.

“Looks like the little Bird has a thing for you, Lt.”

Simon rolls his eyes.

Thankful that his mask is hiding his shit eating grin.

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[ovaryacted]

HANDSY

PAIRING: Jackson! Joel Miller x afab! reader

SYNOPSIS: Your cycle is ruining your mood, and what better thing to do than get a free massage.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Suggestive content. Titty massage. Slight daddy kink. Established relationship. Joel being a little bastard. Ambiguous age gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in their 20s). Mentions of menstrual cycle and female characteristics about the chest. Banter and teasing. No use of y/n.

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Alright, I'm kinda on a Joel Miller streak and I was just thinking about getting my tiddies rubbed by a man with strong & rough hands and this happened. Don't look at me like that okay, this is self indulgent and I just had to alright. Hopefully this is relatable for some of y'all lol. Shout out to everyone who has to deal with periods, you are stronger than the marines. Anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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Another month. Another week of unruly irritation, mood swings, and uncomfortable reactions to anything that breathed too hard or moved too fast. In the hecticness that was your current reality, dealing with the devil’s wrath was supposed to be something that slipped past your mind. Yet, in the efforts of your survival, having a menstrual cycle still took you off guard every time it came punching through your gut.

Tossing and turning in bed, you tried to get in the best position to ease your cramps by curling up in a fetal position. You thought it would make things better, but instead, the discomfort you felt all over your body pissed you off even more. A frustrated grumble filled the bedroom, flinging the sheets away and furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of relief.

Where the fuck is he?

Throwing on a pair of slippers you luckily claimed on a supply run, you shuffled down the creaky stairs of your home and wandered about until you reached the living room. Joel was hunched over his seat on the couch, currently messing with his guitar strings, aware of your presence the moment you hit the base of the stairway.

“Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He questioned you as he took in your features and noticed your pout. You were upset; that was obvious when he found you in bed earlier today instead of somewhere else in the house. Simply kissing your forehead and letting you rest as best as he could, he expected you to come down to talk to him eventually when you had the energy to do so.

Joel didn’t say anything as you came closer to him without uttering a word, slipping your legs over his thick thighs and pressing your face into the curve of his neck. He put his guitar to the side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hands instinctively digging into your lower back where you felt the most sore. He could tell from the way you clung to him that it was that time of the month, already having gotten used to your changes in demeanor to see the signs.

“Uncomfortable?” Joel asked again, trying to get a better read on your emotions, but he only received an annoyed grunt in response. “Guess we’re just gonna sit here then.”

He ran his fingers up and down your spine, trying his best to lessen the strain you felt. He could snag some herbs to make you tea later if you were in the mood for it, but right now, a massage is what you could handle. His touch made you sigh with alleviation, focusing on the pressure points along your shoulder and backbone. Even with his attempts, the front of your body continued to ache.

“My boobs are fucking killing me.” You declared out loud, a deep rumble of a chuckle escaping from the back of his throat.

“You need me to massage them?” Joel offered, and his intention of doing that was purely to make you feel better. Though, you couldn’t ignore the slight flutter in your belly at the idea of having his hands elsewhere. 

Giving him a nod, you sat straighter on his lap, holding his gaze as he slipped his hands underneath the flannel you wore and made a beeline for your chest. Joel didn’t flinch at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, being told once or twice how freeing it was not to have to deal with the constant friction of clothes against your heated skin.

He palmed both of your breasts and squeezed, his grip just strong enough to calm the throbbing of the swelling from your change in hormones. Your eyes closed as you focused on his touch, allowing Joel to do whatever he wanted with you, what he knew best.

“Feelin’ better?” You heard him ask, humming out in reply. He grinned at your reaction, the hum sounding close to a purr as he pawed at your chest.

Taking his hands out from underneath your—his shirt, you whined, a smirk tugging at the corners of Joel’s lips. Lifting the top of the flannel to rest on your collarbone, his attention went back to your breasts, looking at them with a mix of desire and affectionate pity.

“Poor baby. Hormones got my girl all cranky and upset.” He said, placing a soft kiss on the top of each breast before handling your body once more. You don’t know whether or not he was deliberately teasing you when you were the most vulnerable, but just hearing his voice was doing wonders to soothe your nerves.

You’ve always been fascinated with Joel’s hands since you met him, watching how he’d hold the handle of his gun or insert ammo into the magazine before reloading. His palms were rough, and his fingers were rougher, representing a man who’s lived a long life, who’s done unspeakable things to survive and get to this point. To most, they’d dislike the feeling of having so much of a contrast, but to you, the difference of his skin against yours was almost euphoric.

Joel squeezed with more purpose, focusing on tightening his grasp along the sides where the pain was the most prominent. One harsh thumb came to stroke at your sensitive nipple in gentle circles, pulling a breathless moan from between your lips. The smile on his face widened when his ears picked up the sound, moving to do a combination of deliberate squeezes and circles on the exposed nubs.

The warmth of his touch morphed into something else, need coiling in your stomach and clawing up your throat. As discretely as you could, your hips shifted further into his, craving much more than what he was giving you. Joel couldn’t help himself and brought you closer to him, grinding his hips up into yours. That got your attention, looking into his hazel eyes to find his pupils narrowly dilated.

“If you need me to rub somethin’ else, I can.” Despite the years worn on his face, he still had a certain boyish charm that jerked at your heartstrings when he flirted with you. Or, maybe it was just his southern gentleman persona, ever so willing to tend to your needs no matter what they may be.

“You’re annoying.” You mumbled to him, stubbornly refusing to outright beg for his affection, regardless of how badly you craved it.

“And you’re moody.” Joel kissed you tenderly, drawing away and snickering when you leaned forward to chase his lips for another.

“Let daddy make you feel good. Alright, darlin’?” You nodded dumbly at the proposition of getting something more than your tits massaged.

His eyes flashed with lust, making quick work to peel off the flannel and toss it to the ground. Already growing hard at the thought of having his way with you, he tilted towards you, kissing the column of your neck and letting his beard tickle your skin. You released a shaky exhale, fingers running through his graying hair and tipping your head back to grant him more access to your skin.

“Atta girl.”

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[risuola]

ENTRY #10 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

You make my heart do things it's not supposed to do.

contents: arranged marriage!au, teeth rotting fluff, nothing else — 1k words

a/n: expect me to drop few entries very quickly because they are all finished in my drafts <3

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It still flustered him.

Satoru never, not once in his 28 years of life, felt more confused, than right now. Why was his heart doing backflips in his chest? He sat there, on the wooden chair frozen and thankful for the furniture that held his weight because if suddenly it’d be taken away, he would collapse to the floor, meet the cold kitchen tiles and melt against them into a puddle of mess. He was there, stuck in time with his head empty and heart racing in his chest, rumbling against the cage of his ribs while you were going about the day without a care and attention to his pathetic state. A state you reduced him to.

It’s been few minutes already and Gojo sat there in silence, watching your back as you were washing fruit in the sink, snacking on the juicy strawberries he grabbed for you earlier that morning — a gesture foreign to his own body but he wanted, for once, to be the person who made you smile and not only experience the effect of someone else’s doing. He woke up earlier that day, before the sun even peaked above the horizon line and with his thoughts racing and stomach full of butterflies, he went on a very special mission.

It was a tiny market, way outside Tokyo but with the loveliest sellers. He found a booth he eyed once when on the job in the area, a stand full of little hand-woven baskets, each of them brimmed with fruit. The strawberries were red, some very bright and some very deep in color, glistening in the early sun with the morning dew that scattered across the surface looked as if little crystals were adorning the harvest. Satoru smiled and the old lady smiled as well.

“How can I help you, young man?” She asked, spreading her arms invitingly and Satoru could tell, by the look of her calloused hands, stained in juice and dirt, she was working hard every day to make a living.

“My wife loves strawberries,” he began, catching himself on the ease with which the word wife left his mouth, “but I don’t know much about picking the best ones. Could you help me with that?”

“You came to the right place, son!”

Just few moments later, Satoru was walking slowly towards his house, after warping back into the city. In his hand, a bag hung hooked over his fingers, full of those little baskets and their contents. He might have gone overboard with the purchase, but the joyful tears that welled in the eyes of that old woman when he paid her for fruit — definitely much more than it was worth according to the prices — he had no regrets. In result he carried the bagful of not only strawberries but also some apples, raspberries and sweet cherries — all of which he was forced to take, despite his initial plans of getting only the red ones you like so much.

“There you are, right on time,” your beautiful, melodic voice greeted him the moment he swung the doors open, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He could’ve bought you flowers as well, he planned to do so, but he had to evacuate himself from the grasp of that one seller lady, because as lovely as she was, if he stayed a moment longer, she would pack him her entire harvest of that morning. “I thought you went out earlier, but I made breakfast for you anyway.”

“I went for a little walk,” he said, trying to sound as nonchalant and at ease as he could despite the rageful whirl of butterflies in his stomach. Why was he so nervous? “And I bought you these.”

A soft thud barely made itself apparent above the cacophony of clinking plates and cutlery, but it was enough to catch your attention. You looked at him, curious, and somewhat carefully reached into the bag now rested on the kitchen table. Your face brightened up, your eyes glimmered and you smiled — and Satoru could’ve sworn he’s never seen something more beautiful. You reminded him of a child that got a toy it dreamed of. Pure happiness washed over your features and he wondered if it was always that easy to bring joy to your otherwise calm self.

“Oh my god, Satoru��“ you gasped out, fishing out one of the berries and after a short rinse under the water, you popped it into your mouth and melted. He was told by the woman in the market that the type she was growing on her fields was exceptionally sweet, with the right amount of tang and a lot of juice.

“Tasty?” He asked, watching how you savored the flavor with pure pleasure.

They were tasty. He found out himself, because when your lips pressed to his own, he forgot how to breathe and the only things on his mind were the plushiness of your mouth and that sweetness. His body moved on its own, his hands found their place on your hips, pulled you in, as if it was a natural reaction for him to bring you closer.

And then, before he managed to secure his grip on you, you were gone from his proximity, leaving only the lingering taste of strawberries on his lips and a growing confusion.

I love you.

He heard that right, a gentle whisper against his mouth. You said it, this time you said it for sure, this time he was sure the words actually were spoken, not read between lines.

“Sit down, Satoru, eat your breakfast,” you sing-sang happily, as if you didn’t stop the entire globe just now. As if you didn’t just alter the universe he was in, shifting the rhythm of the muscle in his chest permanently. As if you didn’t just tell him you love him.

But he sat down, afraid to not lose his balance and absentmindedly shoved a piece of a pancake into his mouth.

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Giving Headpats to Furina, Lynette, Arlecchino, Chiori, Lumine, Jean, Eula, Noelle, Ayaka, Sara, Yae, Shenhe, and Xianyun

No one requested this, as for the reason this post exists, the only thing I can give you is this image:

Furina freezes up the moment she feels S/O's hand pick up her hat, only to ruffle her hair.

She squawks for just a moment, quickly blushing and pouting as Furina yanks her hat down.

(Furina) "D-Don't just start patting me out of nowhere!"

Crossing her arms, she looks away, trying to not look bothered about the whole affair.

She finds it highly embarrassing. At least in public.

The moment they're alone and she feels their hand, she closes her eyes and completely relaxes, humming in content.

There's still a blush on her, but it's far more subdued unless S/O starts teasing her about it.

Lynette does not like just anyone rubbing her head due to her cat-like features.

In public, the top of her head in general is completely off limits.

But if it's just her and S/O at home, then she allows it.

In fact, when S/O's hand starts petting her head, she leans into them completely as her eyes close, just like an actual cat.

Her ears twitch a little, but her tail swishes left and right happily.

If they stop too early, Lynette's eyes slowly open and looks at them expectantly.

(Lynette) "...Why did you stop?"

Feeling the warm of their hand allowed Lynette to rest comfortably, and to space out to her heart's content.

Arlecchino did the same thing to comfort many of the children at the Hearth.

Yet she didn't know what to do when S/O did the same, feeling her hair slightly ruffled.

If her S/O was taller (in which case "Dude, you look huge"), she really wouldn't comment on the height difference, but if they were shorter, THEN she'd be surprised they would even attempt it.

Arlecchino doesn't care if it's in private or public, but she would care if they did so in front of her kids.

Because then they'd see that she has someone that can make her comfortable too, which in turn makes them happy.

Seeing their father cared for puts them at ease, making Arlecchino thankful in her own way.

But as for the action itself: she would just talk to them in her usual tone, though with a bit of a "threat" lying underneath.

(Arlecchino) "Did you wish for me to pat your head too, S/O? I might be rougher with you than the others."

Chiori raises an eyerbrow.

(Chiori) "S/O, what are you doing?"

Once they explain themselves, Chiori can't help roll her eyes.

(Chiori) "Did you expect me to get all flustered from that? Psh, it'll take a little more than messing up my hair to do that. Speaking of which, can you fix it for me? I'm a little busy here."

She finds it cute, yeah, but it's not that big of a deal.

Plus, she finds it weird.

Who just goes around, patting their girlfriends' heads unprompted?

Oh well, it's not like this was particularly harmful, so Chiori lets it slide.

But if they do that in front of customers or in public, S/O is dead.

Lumine's body stiffens when S/O's hand ruffles her hair lovingly, before she quickly giggles.

(Lumine) "Hey, stand still!"

She quickly does the same back, though her retaliation is far more playful and destructive.

S/O's hair is an absolute mess now, Lumine giving a cheeky grin back.

(Lumine) "There, now you look better than before!"

It does not take long for the situation to quickly devolve into a tickle fight with both of them on the bed laughing.

Jean takes a moment to register what S/O is doing, but after a few seconds she smiles.

Jean lets her shoulders drop, feeling more at ease by the second.

So this is how Barbara and Klee felt when she did the same.

(Jean) "Your hand feels quite nice, S/O..."

She doesn't realize her own flushed cheeks as her vision becomes slightly hazed with her affection.

If anything, she feels a little sad everytime they pull back.

It was such a relaxing sensation, and honestly made her feel a little sleepy.

Eula's head feels a bit colder to the touch, but her body is rapidly heating up, especially her face.

(Eula) "What do you think you're doing, S/O?"

Hearing their answer, Eula pauses for a moment before responding.

(Eula) "Next time, you should ask for permission instead of rubbing my hair like I'm some sort of child...I don't recall asking you to stop either."

In classic Eula fashion, she doesn't tell them directly that she loves the feeling of their hands.

But she'd be damned if she was going to admit something so embarrassing.

Noelle feels a mixture of pride and embarrassment everytime S/O pats her on the head.

On one hand it felt quite nice, and the gesture was very sweet!

But it made her feel a little childish.

She never voiced her latter feelings aloud, because it still made her flustered all the same.

(Noelle) "A-Ah...Um, thank you, S/O...!"

It made her want to do her best everytime just so she could receive such affection, and made sure to do it back to them!

But with her strength, she accidentally completely dishevels their hair.

Before promptly fixing it in nearly an instant with her skills as a dutiful maid!

Ayaka exhales deeply, any words she had completely fading away in bliss.

These were the kinds of moments Ayaka longed for, to simply share affection with a lover of her own.

It made her feel quite normal as opposed to the prim and proper noblewoman she was forced to be.

(Ayaka) "If I may be selfish for a moment, might I ask for you to continue...?"

She'd be a little embarrassed asking for more, but her shame vanishes the moment she feels their hand on her head again.

Ayaka is too shy to initiate the headpatting on her own, most of the time having her hand almost reach her S/O's head before pulling away last second.

Sara flinches and leans away from S/O on instinct.

(Sara) "What are you-...M-My apologies, I was just not expecting you to..."

Her hand fidgets for a moment before Sara lets out a sigh.

(Sara) "If you wanted to touch my hair, you can just ask."

Now that she was actually ready for S/O, she enjoyed the feeling of their fingers brushing against her hair.

It was relaxing as she let down her guard and enjoyed the physical affection.

Needless to say, Sara absolutely did not want S/O to do this in public.

Seeing Inazuma's general get pat on the head so lovingly would obliterate her image.

Yae smirks as she leans her head closer to them, not saying a word at first.

Her ears twitch for just a moment as she opens her mouth to speak.

(Yae) "Well, does my hair feel nice, S/O?"

And before S/O knows it, her tail wrapped around their waist before bringing them closer and her the back of her head is resting on their lap.

Yae's hand waves nonchalantly, and her tone growing increasingly ever more teasing.

(Yae) "I expect to be pampered properly, S/O. You can't leave a job half-finished after all!"

Now, Yae expects S/O to tend to her hair, in public or private, she doesn't really care.

As long as there were some good reactions from S/O both was fine, though in public tended to provide the funniest result.

...Oh, and their hands did feel nice. But she'd figure it'd be more entertaining to let S/O figure that one out themselves.

Shenhe knows this feeling well.

Cloud Retainer did the same thing whenever she meant to comfort her.

And of course, the feeling is much of the same when S/O does it to her.

WIth zero shame or hesitation, she closes her eyes and the corners of her lips grow into some semblance of a smile.

(Shenhe) "Your hands are soft, S/O...They feel good."

Instead of leaning into them, she grabs their entire arm and has their hand stay stuck in place.

But Shenhe is careful enough to not hurt them during the process.

She opens her eyes and calmly asks them:

(Shenhe) "Can you keep your hand in place for a little longer?"

Xianyun had provided much of the same comfort to all her disciples before.

But never has anyone attempted to pat her head.

So when she feels S/O's hands do the same motion, she is stunned for a few moments.

Clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, she puts on the best poker face she can.

(Xianyun) "W-Why did you feel the need to rub One's head, One is not feeling upset."

...The blush on her cheeks gave her feelings completely away, if the stutter didn't already do that.

Xianyun is far too proud to admit that headpat made her heart skip, and she would refuse to ever do so.

A mortal patting an Adeptus' head? Absolutely ridiculous!

...She wanted S/O to do that again.

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[mikichko]

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“i’m sorry i’m a bad kid miss”

johnny freezes midstep at the unmistakable sound of zachariah’s voice. not too far from your classroom’s door, he comes to a full stop. the hallways are empty now, his arrival delayed by trouble at the coffee shop, which makes it easier for zach’s voice to carry down to him. he stiffens as the words register, not missing the wobble in his son's voice.

there’s no way you’d be telling zach, his son, that he’s a bad kid.

he wills himself to breathe deeply, inhaling sharply as his feet carry him silently to your classroom. he understands that his son requires extra handling. that his behavior and temperament when worked up are an adjustment to all those involved. but that doesn’t give any of them the right to attach such foul words to his boy. he has to pause a step before your doorway, taking deep silent breaths to ease down his temper. his hands flex inward, blunt nails pressing firmly against the calloused skin of his palms before he attempts to release the tension in his body. he has to keep it together and not cause a scene in front of his son, no matter how disrespectful he’s being treated.

what he doesn’t expect, is to find you knelt before zach. you have your back turned to him, focused completely on zach as you hold his face in your hands. and though he can’t see you, he can certainly see zach. his little boy’s face is covered in red splotches, his eyes watery, and his eyelashes wet as he blinks rapidly trying to hold back his tears.

“sweetheart,” you stoke your thumb across his cheek, catching a tear before it has a chance to fall. “you are not a bad kid.” zach presses his lips together at that. just like he does when simon tells him that clover will tell him if zach feeds her his vegetables again. or when johnny tells him that they can turn the frosting pink with strawberries, like he doesn’t quite believe him. 

“where did you get that silly idea from, love?”

zach takes a breath, tries to, but a tremble shakes his small body. you stroke his cheek once more, speaking in a low comforting voice, “it's okay sweetheart. take your time. we’re not in any rush” he bites his lip, nodding slowly before he closes his eyes and tries for another breath, much steadier this time. 

he doesn’t meet your gaze when he opens his eyes. instead, looking down as he talks, voice small, “everyone says im just a bad kid.” the trembling starts up again as he continues, “and you’re so nice to me.” he stops, another shaky breath rocking his body, “and i want to say sorry for being so bad even though you’re so nice to me.”

johnny’s been out of the service for years now. he thinks that he and simon have adjusted to civvy life as best as they possibly could, after everything. and yet, right here right now, he can feel soap stirring from his hibernating state. he thinks of seven inappropriate acts of violence he can perpetuate against the staff members of the school before he reels himself back in. he wants names. of every single person who had the gall to say something like that to his son. would like to see how they posture up when someone their size, possibly larger, meets them face to face. 

for a brief second johnny wonders if you knew about this. had you said this to zach before?

the thoughts are wiped from his mind as he sees how your spine goes rigid. your shoulders tense, body unmoving but your hands stay soft and gentle for his boy. it’s only for a moment, then you ease up again, your back moving as you breathe deeply. he doesn’t need to see your face to confirm your innocence. not when he can see so plainly the way you hold his boy’s face as if you’re cradling the world’s most precious thing in the world. the way that you murmur reassurances as his tears fall and his body shakes, your fingers wiping away salty tears before they even leave their dewy mark on his skin. 

“my love,” you start sweet and soft, “there is no such thing as a bad kid.” one of your hands moves to push back his hair, damp as a result of his tumultuous state. “do you know what the nice thing about being alive is?” zach shakes his head, lips still pressed tightly together but breathing a little easier now. “it’s everyone’s first time.”

you scoot forward a bit before you sit back on your heels, lowering yourself even more. “no one knows what they’re doing, especially not you! you’re only five!” zach shudders out a breath, nodding and johnny finds himself nodding along with him. he’s not a bad kid, for god’s sake he’s barely even five. he’s still learning what being a kid really is.

“do you remember when your daddy and papa first got clover? clover didn’t follow the house rules, right? but clover wasn’t a bad dog, she just didn’t know what the rules were. she was just learning.” the tears have stopped falling now and zach breathes better, albeit a little snotty, as he nods along to your words.

“you’re not a bad kid zachy. not at all. don’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.” you continue to stroke across his forehead and cheeks, zach’s eyes flutter as you soothe him. “ you are an incredible kid and i’m so glad to have you in my class. it’s not a chore to be nice to you sweetheart. it’s one of the easiest things that I do. I promise.”

the words aren’t even out of your mouth before zach launches himself forward, with no warning. his small arms wrap over your shoulders, using the strength of his whole body to hug you. he whispers something to you that johnny can't make out. you simply stroke his back and remind him how happy you are to have him here. he’s doing his best and that’s all you could ever ask of him.

and johnny can see that you’re doing your best. that you are doing more for his son than any other educator in this entire building, hell his entire academic career, had ever done for him. it untangles the knot of anger that sat at the bottom of his stomach, replaced with something softer, warmer. his skin pricks up, goosebumps spreading across his arms and hair standing on end as he watches you console this boy who he loves so much and is raising as his own. he knows for a fact that you would never speak such ill words to his child. that if anything, you’re the shield that protects him from that and worse. 

he takes a few steps back from the doorway, collecting himself before heading back, making sure his steps are heard. he knocks on the open door before stepping into the classroom, still finding you knelt on the floor but with zach in front and not wrapped around you. already, the redness is fading from zach’s fair skin, eyelashes still wet but with no new tears clumping them together. “ah sorry, was I interruptin’ something?”

you look over your shoulder at him, your small smile widening into a grin. “mister mactavish! right on time. I was just talking with zachy about what a good boy he’s been these past couple weeks.” you turn back to zach, and he giggles before you rise to your feet, no doubt a wink exchanged between you both. “a great improvement indeed mister mactavish. I think that warrants a reward, don't you?” you flash him a blinding smile.

johnny would give his son all of life’s rewards if he could. he knows how good his son is. but as he looks over at the sight of his son, his boy, leaning into your hip, looking at you as if you hung the stars, he can’t seem to find his voice. he simply nods. 

“alright zach,” you pat him on the head, “go on and get your stuff so you and your papa can get back home to your daddy. alright?” another nod and zach dashes off to get his backpack and jacket from his hook.

johnny clears his throat, his voice finally finding him, “thank you.”

you blink bewilderedly at him, “what for?”

“reminding him he’s not a bad kid.”

your eyes widen just a fraction before you let out a small laugh, “ah, so you heard.” you break his gaze, looking over where zach is collecting his belongings. when you look back at johnny, your eyes have softened, “you don’t have to thank me for that mister mactavish. I meant what I said. he’s a wonderful kid. we just have to keep reminding him of that. especially when no one else will.”

#.txt #.cod #.mine #.soap #have to come up for a name for this series #also this is very much inspired by a sweet little boy I had #love him so much i hope he's doing great #soap #john mactavish #john 'soap' mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #that tiktok made me miss my kids SO MUCH #(from when i was a teacher)

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ lucifer (obey me) x mc! reader, angst, unspoken words + hidden feelings, unrequited feelings (or are they), possibly ooc lucifer but i think he’s secretly soft

word count: 714

i’ve been playing obey me for about 3 years now and this is the first time i’m writing for it .. just diabolical

Loving Lucifer was complicated.

All of Lucifer was complicated, as a matter of fact. He was for one, a demon. A demon who had a tendency of hiding his emotions. Who kept his siblings on a leash and acted as if he could care less, when his actions showed otherwise.

Love was complicated; it threatened to engulf you like the ocean would a defenseless seal pup. You loved more than you could show, loved more than there were observable stars in the universe. You also fell too easily, that was always your Achilles heel.

You were cursed. Cursed to quickly fall, but never to take the time to ease into it. You knew you could, you should, but you wouldn’t.

It just so happened Lucifer was the one you fell for now. How couldn’t you? He was rough around the edges, yet sweet. He was aloof yet he cared much more than he let on. That drew you to him. How couldn’t you fall for someone like him? Someone who loved his siblings so much that he sacrificed himself daily.

Of course, you knew Lucifer didn’t feel the way you did. Your feelings were silly, an unreciprocated school girl crush on someone like him. But that didn’t stop them from festering. They grew in your heart and crept up on all your being, closing up your throat whenever he was near and making your heart palpitate.

You sighed (perhaps for the 50th time today), you were just a human from a human world, brought here to help Diavolo bring the 3 realms together. You had no place in a relationship with Lucifer, someone beyond your scope, beyond your reach. You weren’t nearly enough for a demon of his status, yet you entertained these silly feelings. Maybe it was because of the way he acted around you.

You knocked on Lucifer’s study, determined to deliver Barbatos’ tea. You knew Lucifer was stressed out about all the paperwork you had — you could feel it within your pact. So, you asked Barbatos for his most calming tea.

You inhaled and exhaled, convincing yourself it wasn’t a big deal, nothing to be nervous about.

“Come in,” you heard Lucifer reply moments after you knocked.

You turned the knob, and of course, weren’t surprised by the sight. Lucifer’s study was always clean and neat, despite being under so much pressure.

Lucifer’s eyes were glued onto your figure as he talked, “Yes?”

You took another breath, nothing to be nervous about right, “I brought you some tea. I asked Barbatos about it, don’t worry.”

Lucifer’s lips curved up into a small smile, “Thank you, you can set it down here.”

You smiled back softly before turning around and heading towards the door.

Lucifer called out after you, “Would you like to stay?”

Your face contorted into something between shock and bewilderment before it settled into a wide smile, “Of course.”

You thought about that moment often. It made you feel warm all over, feeding your delusions about what ifs you knew wouldn’t happen. They wouldn’t because of Lucifer.

Despite loving every part of him — from his perfectly combed black hair to his polished brown shining shoes, you were able to admit his aloofness was a major downfall. How he didn’t seem to care hurt sometimes. It hurt to think that maybe, he just didn’t care for you. You knew otherwise, even if he didn’t say it outright, but that didn’t stop your mind from wondering.

You wondered, why did he always run?Why, instead of facing his emotions, did he avoid them, as if they were a plague on his being?

You wondered if he could even stand your very being.

You fell asleep before Lucifer could finish his work.

He sighed, he should have expected this. Of course his workload would finally be finished around midnight.

Lucifer grimanced at your position on the study couch, shifting you into a more comfortable one and covering you with a blanket.

He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting at the foot of the couch.

You’d never really know how much Lucifer loved you.

#ofc i had to write lucifer first #lowkey surprised i havent dropped off the face of the earth for like 7 months again #x reader #x reader angst #angst #obey me x reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me shall we date #omswd lucifer

[babybatss-blog]

WHEN STARS ALIGN

sirius black x f!reader, 950 words

cw: Sirius has familial issues, crying, mostly just angst.

summary: fate has brought both you and Sirius to the astronomy tower after a rough night. Lucky for you two, you know just the way to comfort each other.

Letting out a deep sigh, you walk promptly towards your dorm. Merlin, you just need a break from all the stress. Between school, friends, and hobbies, you haven’t even had a moment to rest the last couple of days. It feels as if your head is underwater, and just when you break the surface a rough hand pushes you down. And right now is no exception. Bursting through the door, you see your dorm mates chatting on the floor.

“Oh hey hun! Want to join us?” One of the lively girls ask. You politely refuse, then shuffle over to your bed, pulling the curtains around it’s four posts and putting on your headphones to have a moment to yourself. Now that the music is on you close your eyes, letting yourself get pulled away by the rhythmic instruments and soothing vocals. It’s such a comforting thing, music. No matter how soft or loud, it’s there through thick and thin. Unlike your friends, who you can still hear squealing and giggling at jokes despite the volume of your music. You attempt to continue focusing on the music, but the incessant squawks from your friends completely draws you away from it.

With a huff, you get out of bed and march to the door. “Are you okay?” One asks, but you just throw a “yes” over your shoulder to her. All you need right now is some peace and quiet, high above every issue and noise. And you know exactly where to go.

Flights of stairs take you higher and higher and higher, up to the top of the colossal castle. It’s sunset now, so no one would be where your planning to go as it’s only really a night occasion. Therefore, the sight of the extroverted Sirius Black, sitting on the stone is a surprise for your weary eyes.

“Sirius?” You tentatively ask, unsure if he is just a vision from your delirious mind. The boy turns around to face you with those grey eyes that cause you to know certainly this is real. But they don’t glimmer like they usually do, instead they are misty and red behind wet eyelashes.

“Oh… Hey.”

Could he be crying? Surely not, you’ve always known him as such a enigmatic man, coated in an air of mystic and confidence that is unattainable to anyone else. “Hey Sirius. I didn’t expect to see anyone here.” He huffs a chuckle. “Me either.”

“Can I sit with you?” Ignoring your past timidness you poise the question. Why? You don’t know. But the sight of your friend whom doesn’t care about your issues seems like a welcome one, something that could ease your current tension. He nods, so you sit next to him. Against your better judgment, you ask the question weighing heavily in the air. “Are you alright…?” He thinks. Like really thinks. His brows crease and his bottom lip curls inwards at the question, as if he is a toddler asked about quantum physics. “No, not really.” He confesses, looking down at a crumpled piece of paper in his clenched hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Without a second to think, he sighs and hands you the piece of paper. It contains a long, written note, in dark blue ink and swirly cursive writing. It’s from a woman of the name Walburga, who seems to be his mother. But you wouldn’t guess she was if it wasn’t written in the piece, due to the long list of profanities and harsh words she berates him with. It outlines her disappointment in the boy for not appearing at his cousins birthday, and therefore he is a “regret” and “scorn” on the family name.

“Merlin Sirius…” You knew his family were pureblood purists who he doesn’t associate with, but not to this extent. Looking at the boy next to you, who now has tears streaming down his face you cannot believe his strength to put up with this for so many years.

“I don’t want to go back. I can’t go back and see them again I can’t take it” He admits, voice shaking and weak. You envelop him in a hug, his trembling shoulders dissolving in your touch. The two of you sit there for at least half an hour, him crying into your skin and you whispering words of affirmation as you rub his back.

“I’m here for you.” “Your safe.” “I’ve got you.”

After a bit, he calms down. You stroke his hair as he rereads the letter, before ripping it to shreds! “Sirius what are you-?” You start to laugh after realizing what he is doing, before picking up the remnants from the stone floor and throwing them off the balcony, watching them float down to the grass far below. Sirius does the same, before throwing an arm around you and smiling at your face watching the wisps of paper disappearing below.

“Thank you.” He says, more sincere than you have ever heard him before. You look up to his piercing eye contact, smiling at his gorgeous face. “Of course. I wouldn’t want my favourite friend to sit here sulking! “Favourite hey?” He wiggles his eye brows in response. You of course roll your eyes, because there is no way you would let him have the satisfaction of your softness any longer.

“Hey, want to go and steal some cake from the kitchen?” He asks.

“Hell yeah.” You respond.

#sirius black x reader #hp marauders #marauders #marauders x reader #sirius black #sirius black fluff #the marauders #sirius orion black #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader smut #sirius x reader #sirius x reader angst

[sunflower-emoji]

Keigo thought to share, but heights warning in advance! Do you have any headcanons for flying with Hawks? There's this type of roller coaster I used to operate called a vekoma flying dutchman- a coaster where you're strapped in, laid down on your back, and then ride on your stomach after the hill. There's only 2 of these coasters left worldwide, and I swear it's the closest to actually flying as it gets. There's this moment when you're at the top and you feel weightless- the skyline cuts your field of vision right down the middle, and you're left with this beautiful upside-down horizon that would be impossible to see anywhere else. I think sharing those sort of experiences would be important to Keigo, and that he shares his bird's eye view of the world as often as his partners want ^^

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Zaz!! Thank you for this ask and oooh what a cool and slightly terrifying roller coaster. I may have gotten a bit carried away, but I'm not particularly sorry about it. :P

Flying with Hawks: Headcanons

Dumb jokes galore

"Told ya I'd turn your whole world upside down, chickadee."

He will sweep you off your feet in the most literal sense, and he will make that joke every. single. time. He loves your surprised little yelp and the way you cling to him when he catches you off guard. But most of all, he loves the way you still blush at his corny lines, even as you roll your eyes.

Shared point of view

"Hm? You want me to take you flying? Yeah! Thought you'd never ask."

I agree with you 100%; those moments in the air are so special to him and being able to share them with you is something he cherishes. You may be hesitant to ask at first, worried about using him or being a burden, but once you see his unbridled joy, your requests grow in boldness and frequency. He revels in the ability to make your face light up with awe as you see the world anew.

It's also his go-to way of sneaking in quality time with you. Even at his busiest, he can usually manage taking you on a lap around the neighborhood or picking you up from work, turning a mundane trip into something magical.

Slowly, then all at once

"C'mon, I'm the number two hero; no way I'd ever let you fall."

If you're a little nervous about flying or heights, he's happy to take it slow at first. Holding you just a little ways off the ground, so your feet could still touch if you stretched, before slowly floating upwards until you're above the trees.

On the other hand, he's happy to go full mama bird on you if that's what you need, bundling you up in his arms and jumping off the nearest skyscraper before you have time to think. Either way, the terror quickly evaporates into thrill as you take in the views from the safest place on earth.

A place just for you

"Are you free tonight? There's something I wanna show you."

Keigo has different places he takes people to, depending on the situation and his relationship to them. His sidekicks get treated to post-patrol takeout on a rooftop in the business district, and Tokoyami gets advice bestowed upon him from an old radio tower. When you first start dating, he takes you to the flashiest vistas in an attempt to impress you (it sorta works: the views are indeed spectacular, but you've been falling for him for other reasons for quite some time now.)

It's after you've been dating for a while, when he's certain he loves you but hasn't said it yet, that he takes you to the secret places he's never showed anyone else. They're his absolute favorites, the ones where he feels most at ease and at home. Before you came along, they were the one thing he was ever selfish about, the sole part of his life he kept just for himself. He never expected that to change, but now he wants nothing more than to share his whole life with you. Because he no longer has to be alone to feel the most like himself; he just has to be with you.

#bnha #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks headcanons #keigo takami headcanons #keigo takami

[13a07s]

Her Closet

(Daichi Sawamura)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Etcetera.art]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,359

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I fully believe Daichi's wife would call Sugawara by his first name

I also believe Daichi would never get out of the habit of calling him Suga

Daichi is a bit of a horn-dog in the second part :)

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     The door to the station swings open, the old metal squeaking from the movement and catching my attention. I can't see the entrance from my desk, but I sure can hear my sunshine of a wife's laugh, along with my coworker at the front yelling that "Sawamura's old lady is here".

I try my best to keep my smile reasonable but I can't help the huge grin that starts to spread across my face as I approach the front. The whole walk-up is filled with teasing from the other officers but I don't mind, especially when my Sunshine is still giggling at the soft teasing she's receiving. By the time I'm shouldering the door open, my cheeks sting from how big my smile is.

     The door easily gives in, being pushed open just enough for me to peak out. My grin somehow grows at the sight of Sunshine, seeing her swimming in my hoodie and making my heart flutter. It's my work hoodie, MPPF in bold letters over her chest, an outline of a badge in the middle of her stomach, and Miyagi Prefecture Police Force in small letters below it. I know our pledge is stamped into the back of it without having to look.

     "You know those hoodies are for officers only, I could give you a ticket for impersonating," the guy at the desk teases, making my Sunshine laugh again as she shakes her head.

     "I assure you I have impersonated an officer in a lot worse ways than this," she jokes, quickly rushing my thoughts back to the last costume party Asahi hosted. My Sunshine sure did impersonate an office, in a lot worse ways, but I enjoyed every second of it.

     "Sunshine," I quickly call, trying to blink away the memories of the 'after party' we had together.

     "Officer Sawamura," she teases, her eyes and smile pointed at me now. "I was out and about so I grabbed you lunch," she tells me, holding up a take-out bag.

     "Thank you," I mutter, pushing the door open the rest of the way before motioning her forward. "I appreciate it," I add when she gets closer, taking a moment to kiss her cheek as she walks past.

Wolf whistles, pickup lines, and compliments are shot at her by the station as we make our way back to my desk. The light-hearted play only makes me shake my head, giddiness filling my chest the whole of the short walk.

When we get to my desk, I take a moment to pull out one of the chairs from their opposite spot across from mine. Instinctively my hand goes out, waiting for my Sunshine to take it so I can help ease her into the chair. As expected, her hand finds mine, gently holding it as she sinks into the cushions. I keep a hold of her as I push her in, pecking her hand before letting it go.

"Oh, oh, oh, we have a gentleman amongst us men," my senior partner teases, a smug grin on his face as he pokes at me.

"Seems like Officer Sawamura's old lady has him by the balls," one of the younger officers adds.

I ignore the eruption of teasing that follows, sliding across the desk to settle in my chair. "I got you a sandwich," my Sunshine starts the unneeded explanation, slowly unpacking my lunch for me. "And a bag of chips, of course, and a water bottle which I probably didn't need to get but I did anyway."

"Thank you," I repeat, leaning forward to start unwrapping my sandwich. "You didn't get yourself anything?" I ask, looking at her for an answer as I start raising my sandwich to eat. Thoughts of telling her I'm too full to eat my chips are already brewing in the back of my mind.

"I ate while I was out with the girls. There was a sale on those energy drinks you like so I made sure to stock up on them. Oh! And I got new curtains for the kitchen window if you could hang those when you get the chance," she rattles on, moving in her seat to curl up in a lazy, comfy ball.

I swear, everything about this moment makes me fall in love with her all over again. Her mind always thinking about what she can do for others, more specifically me. I could listen to her voice all day long. Plus her excitement over such mundane things is adorable. Add on her inability to sit in a chair like a normal person and I'm back to being the lovestruck high schooler I was when I met her.

"I'll add it to my to-do list," I tell her before taking another bite of my sandwich. If she hadn't caught lunch with her little housewife group I would have given her my chips in a heartbeat, but I'm excited I get to enjoy them myself.

"Whipped," another officer teases, covering up the word with a fake cough. Again, the comment rolls off of me. I don't mind the teasing or the 'hot wife' jokes because I know it's true. I am whipped, at her mercy, willing to do anything she asks.

I also know my Sunshine is a beautiful woman, one who's swimming in my hoodie. It's my hoodie string she's twirling. My hoodie that her hand is shoved under to rest on her stomach. My hoodie she's going to nap in once she gets home. My hoodie everyone has seen her in today, and finally, my hoodie she's going to be wearing when I get my pay back for her costume party reminder.

Seeing her wearing my clothes always brings me back to high school, specifically the first game I invited her to. My Sunshine went all out, tacky but cute pom-poms waving around from the bleachers, tinsel tied into her hair, and my alternate jersey wrapping her fully in orange. We lost, no surprise there seeing how the team didn't start winning any games until my third year, but I was still prideful seeing her so excited to watch me play.

Getting to see my Sunshine support my career brings me the same kind of pride. Seeing her in my work hoodie, at work events, and hearing her say 'My husband, Officer Sawamura,' are the signs in my life that I made it.

     "Koshi called this morning," she utters, eyeing my chip bag. So much for enjoying them myself.

     "Ya? What did you two talk about?" I ask, popping the bag open before giving it to her.

     My Sunshine's eyes lighten up at the gesture, happily taking the chips from me. "He said he's going to go watch the Sendai Frogs play tonight and asked if we were coming too. I told him I'd talk to you and call back with an answer," she explains, slightly shifting in her chair as she eats. It's cute that she squirms when she's enjoying a snack; it's even cuter that she doesn't notice it most of the time.

     "Where's their game at?"

     "Koshi just said it was a home game so I don't know. I can text him and ask," she mumbles, tilting the bag toward me.

     "Their team is stationed here in Miyagi. You can tell Suga we're going," I answer for her, saving my old setter a question. I take a chip from the bag as well, enjoying the excitement melting into her eyes. My Sunshine doesn't know much about volleyball - or any sport, really - but she 'enjoys the environment of a game' which is good enough for the both of us.

     "I'll have to call him back and tell him then. I'll have to go through my - "

     "Our," I interrupt, shaking my head at her excitement.

     "My closet. My clothes are my clothes. Your clothes are my clothes too," she 'corrects' me without missing a beat. Again, I shake my head, this time because I guess my Sunshine is right; she wears my clothes more than I do, so it's her closet. "Anyway, I have to figure out something to wear. It's a volleyball game, right? Koshi invited us to a volleyball game?"

     "Ya," I hum, throwing my trash away before settling back in my chair. My elbow is propped up, my head on my fist as I admire my beautiful wife. The way her hair bounces and catches the sun as she talks, the sparkle of joy in her eyes, and her curled up form on the chair, my hoodie big enough for her to tuck her knees under it in her new position.

     "Oh, good! Do I get to see another one of your old teammates play this time?" My Sunshine asks, sparkly eyes caught on me, her beautiful hair water fully over her knees because of her head resting on her knees now.

     "Tsukishima plays for Sendai," I answer, letting my eyes fall closed for a second. I have four more hours of work, I can't get caught up in my Sunshine's... well, sunshine.

     "Which one is he? I don't remember."

     Slowly, I let my eyes peel open again, her smile being the first thing to catch my attention. "Tall, thin, blonde, glasses," I mutter, glancing around the station. My work mind set is ruined for the day.

     She explodes in a ball of excitement, feet back on the ground as she gushes over my old teammate. "Now I remember! He was one of your baby crows. It was always so fun bantering with him. Always so quick to have a smart mouth."

     I nod my head in agreement, eyes back closed as I run through the information on my newest case, trying to push out everything having to do with my Sunshine.

Lips against mine pull me out of my thoughts, eyes instantly snapping up to be met with her leaning over the desk. She pulls away, a loose smile back on her lips. "I should get going. You have work to do and your partner is itching to talk to you. I'll send you a picture of the outfit I choose. Bye, baby!" My Sunshine chirps, pecking my lips again before she almost skips out of the station.

"'Bye baby'," some of the guys repeat, voices pitched and teasing. Others make kissy noises for a few minutes before it all melts into soft laughter. Despite the joking, all I can think about is what cute outfit my Sunshine is going to pick.

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     My footsteps thunder as I race down the block, my watch weighing on my wrist a constant reminder of the time crunch I'm under. Why does the Sendai's match have to start so soon after my shift? Why did my Sunshine have to find my old jersey? Why does she have to wear it to the match? Why did she have to send me a picture of herself in it?

It's been killing me the past few hours, knowing what she's wearing. Knowing she's alone at home. Knowing I have to wait to see her in it. Enjoy her in it. It's been years since she's worn it. Dear lord did all the 'comforting' after my matches and the victory 'celebration' of my third year come rushing back. All because she had to find it hidden away in our closet. In her closet.

     I don't slow down when our house comes into view, if anything I move faster to get inside as soon as possible. When I get to the porch, I struggle with the doorknob for a moment, unable to get it open.

     I can't help the excitement that bubbles in my chest when I do finally manage to get the door open. "My Sunshine?" I yell once I'm through the door, wrestling to kick off my shoes and undo my work vest.

     "Welcome home," she greets, her head poking out from the sitting room. "How was work?"

     "Fine, good, great, work," I mutter, my eyes snagging on the parts of my jersey I can see.

     Sunshine fully rounds the corner, giving me a full view of my clothes on her. The sight makes my hands fumble worse, making it seem impossible to snap my work belt off. "Calm down, baby. It's not going to hurt anyone if we're a few minutes late," she coos, settling in front of me before she helps to snap my belt off. "Guess what? Koshi invited - "

     I cut her off, burying my hand in her hair to pull her into a kiss. A soft him escapes her because of my sudden nice, but the surprise washed away soon after. My Sunshine's hands settle on my chest as she joins the kiss, adding a bit of pressure to counter mine.

     As our kiss carries on, my free hand works on unbuttoning my shirt, fully prepared to leave it on the growing pile of work clothes on the ground. My Sunshine pulls away, sucking in a breath before opening her mouth to speak again. "Daichi, Koshi and - "

     Again, I cut her off, taking a step forward to kiss her. This time she kisses me back right away, gripping the open flaps of my shirt as I finish undoing the last few buttons. "You look beautiful," I murmur when we part, my lips falling to kiss along her jaw as I shrug my shirt off.

     "Thank you, baby, but we have plans and your friends - "

     "I know, it'll be fine. You said it yourself it's not going to hurt if we're a few minutes late," I interrupt, letting my hands start slithering under her shirt. "You look amazing," I repeat, slowly guiding us down the hallway, toward the sitting room.

     "Will you let talk?" She giggles, her arms around my neck now as her body arches in response to my feathery touches.

     "Go ahead," I hum, letting one hand rest on top of her bra, gently squeezing the material and her breast. My other hand starts sliding backward, soaking in as much of my Sunshine's soft skin as it can during its trip towards her ass. I've made quick work of kissing her, slowing down as I start trailing over the dip from her jaw to her neck.

     My mind is a bit preoccupied, set on touching every inch of her and continuing to lead her towards the couch so I can enjoy my beautiful Sunshine and relive some memories from my volleyball days. "Koshi brought Ennoshita to watch the game with us. They got here like ten minutes ago and have been waiting with me for you to get home."

     My mind is no longer preoccupied. My head snaps up, pulling my lips off my wife, so I can scan the room. As promised, Suga and Ennoshita are sitting on the couch, my best friend looking amused and my old underling looking shocked. "Guys," I mutter, after forcing out an awkward cough. I help my Sunshine stand up straight again, fixing my jersey before letting her go. "I was not expecting you."

     "I can see that," Suga teases, a huge grin on his face.

     "I texted you," Ennoshita mutters softly, barely loud enough to hear. He waves his phone around, our messages open as proof. "Apparently you didn't get it."

     "I probably did," I murmur, scratching the back of my head as I look away from my friends. My eyes settle on my Sunshine. Her teeth are messing with her bottom lip, cheeks fleshed as she looks at the wall. "I'm going to go change. I'll be right back," I grumble, pecking her cheek before I walk out of the room.

     "I'm surprised you're not taking your wife with you!" Suga yells after me, a chuckle following his teasing. Sunshine scolds him, the sound of her lecture being cut off when I close our bedroom door.

     I lean against the closed door, hands jumping up to my face as if they could rub the embarrassment off. When my hands fall away, my eyes end up landing on our - her - closet. As expected, clothes are littered around the room, my Sunshine's inability to decide on an outfit being evident. "I can't believe I did that," I whisper to the emptiness, shaking my head before I jump into action. I need to change so we can get going. My Sunshine, me, and our friends I just embarrassed us in front of.

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     "Tsuki!" Yamaguchi and my Sunshine both scream, the two of them leaning over the rails as they cheer for him. Suga and I both shake our heads at them.

Yamaguchi notices the joking disapproval, his cheeks fleshing as easily as they did in high school. My Sunshine doesn't though, she's in her universe, shaking the green and yellow pom poms she bought as she cheers for the middle blocker.

I love seeing her at games. Seeing her so energized, so excited, so happy to support someone she knows. I haven't decided what I enjoy more; having her cheer for me or getting to watch her cheer for someone else. Probably the latter, since I get to enjoy it instead of having to focus on the game I'm playing.

"Baby!" She chirps, lunging at me. Her hands land on my knees, pom poms and all, as she looks up at me, the usual excited spark in her eye.

"Sunshine?" I hum, sliding my fingers through her hair, being careful not to pull on any of the tinsel she tied into her locks. It's nice but almost sorrowful seeing her dressed up like this again. I should get her a Sendai jersey before we leave.

She makes a kissy face, the sound picking up just enough for me to hear it. A soft grin spreads on my face at her request, a request I have no problem fulfilling for her. My fingertips twirl the end of her hair as I lean down, pecking her lips like she wants.

A happy giggle spills from my Sunshine as she sits upright, eyes cast to the court for a second before they're back on me. "I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sunshine," I utter, pecking her lips again before I stand up. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Suga asks, his eyes not pulling away from the players on the court.

"To get my Sunshine some food," I answer, starting the careful descent out of the bleachers, set on not trip on anyone or thing.

"I'll come with," he says, already on his feet so he can trial after me.

It takes a while, but we both manage to get out of the bleachers without an accident. "Should I be expecting a third Sawamura soon?" Suga asks, flashing me one of his grins.

     "I just got excited seeing her in my jersey after so long. That's all," I answer, trying to push down the embarrassment crawling up my neck.

     "Sure you did," he chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You know, I thought you were insane when you told me you were going to propose after graduation."

     "I know, you told me at least twenty times," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the memory of all the lectures I got from him. Suga was not on board with the idea of us getting married right out of high school.

     "And now I can't help but be impatient with you two. When are you going to give me a niece or nephew?"

     "I don't think that's any of your business," I snap, the heat winning and coating my cheeks. "You're just as bad as my mom."

     Suga shrugs, a grin still on his face. "Maybe your Sunshine is trying to get you to give her a baby. Wearing your clothes and all that."

Now it's my turn to chuckle, shaking my head back at my friend. "The closet is fully Sunshine's. It's her closet, her clothes, I just borrow them sometimes."

"You definitely did not get over that love sickness did you? I thought you'd kick it after graduation."

No, I did not get over it, and probably never will.

#haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura oneshot #daichi x reader #daichi oneshot #sawamura x reader #sawamura oneshot

[milliesfishes]

Billy trying to make up for leaving for a couple days without telling you with flowers and notes and sweet stuff but you just aren’t having it and eventually he’s basically just groveling 😩

billy apologizes fem reader x billy the kid

He wasn't supposed to be gone for this long.

Billy had waited to tell you he had another all-day job in the morning, until you were between his arms, hair spread on the pillow, and drunk off his kisses. Of course you hadn't been thrilled he had to go, but you went along with it, knowing his work took him near and far across the county. You always strived to be understanding for him.

But the next morning when you woke up, the spot next to you was cold.

Naturally you were confused. but you thought maybe the job had taken longer than he'd expected. Maybe he was on his way home to you right now. He'd probably stumble in later, apologies underfoot kisses.

Much to your surprise, he didn't appear in the doorway that night. Or the night after that. By the third night, you were achingly worried and he was consuming your thoughts. You could hardly focus on your chores, a thousand possibilities running through your head.

Is he stranded? Stuck? Or...

You weren't quite ready to think of the worst yet.

Biting your nails and pacing, you reluctantly went to bed that night. Instead of your usual nightdress, you pulled one of his shirts from his drawer, throwing it over your body and buttoning it in the middle. Lifting the collar to your nose, you found it still smelled like him. You got into bed, this time resting your head on his side. Curling your knees to your chest, you tried to ease your mind into sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to sunlight pouring from the windows. You blinked wearily, looking down at yourself. The covers were tucked neatly around you despite the groggy memory of having kicked them off the night before. And you were on your side of the bed now. When you looked over to Billy's, you could see that the covers were thrown back as if someone had slept in them. You touched the spot and discovered it was warm.

Then you realized how late you'd slept in, and scrambled out of bed, upset at yourself. You combed your fingers through your hair and went into the kitchen. The first thing you saw was his hat resting on the corner of one of the chairs at the table. Then, you stopped short in your tracks when you saw him, standing at the stove with his back to you.

The air smelled of breakfast, and your stomach growled a little. You'd hardly eaten last night due to your worry. Billy turned around, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hey pretty, sleep alright?"

You were frozen, shock paralyzing you. Were you hallucinating? You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, so you didn't think so. He smiled, nodding at the table. "Sit. I got some of those berries from town ya like." When you followed his eyes to the table you saw that there were fresh wildflowers sitting there in a vase.

Brow furrowing, you folded your arms. The shock in your body had turned to relief, which had then turned to anger. "Where the hell have you been?"

Billy winced a little at your tone. He obviously knew he'd messed up. "Honey, let me explain-"

You shook your head, your frustration seeping into your words. "You've been gone for four days. That's three days longer than you told me!"

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I know baby, and I'm so sorry. I shoulda sent a message, somethin'-"

"Yes, you should have." Your voice was firm. He sighed, checking the oven for a moment, then came over to you, bringing his hands to your folded arms.

"Baby," he started, looking into your eyes. "The job Tunstall sent us on ended up takin' a longer while than we thought it would. The people were more resistant than we'd predicted."

"Three days Billy!" you exclaimed, your arms falling to your sides. "I was so worried; I had no idea if you were dead or alive or-"

Your lower lip trembled, sending the rest of your sentence into tears. Billy's face fell, and he guided you to sit at the kitchen chair, kneeling in front of you. He took your hands in his, squeezing them softly. "Baby...I'm so sorry. I shouldn'ta been away for so long. I hate that I worried ya...hate that I'm makin' ya cry."

He looked into your eyes, his bright blue ones earnest and loving. He wanted to fix this. You could see it. "I'm sorry pretty, 'm so sorry."

You sniffled, looking down at your lap. It was all very vulnerable, sitting here at a kitchen chair clothed in only one of his shirts. "I was so worried," you repeated, looking down and letting another tear slip down your cheek.

Billy reached up to catch it, brushing it away. "I'm sorry for makin' ya worry darlin'. It was careless of me."

Looking back at him, you saw how truly apologetic he was. He kissed your hands, searching your eyes. Billy brushed his thumb over your cheek, and you sighed, leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck. You slid from the chair to the floor, to his arms, and pressed your ear against his heartbeat. He caressed your back gently, holding you close to him.

You leaned against him there for a while, just feeling him breathing, imprinting on yourself that he was okay. Then, finally you sat up, looking at him. "I'm still very, very upset with you."

He nodded, his lips pursed, but he didn't argue.

Then you wound your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But I also love you very, very much and I'm happy you're safe."

Billy smiled at that, then helped you up, sitting you back in the chair and going to the oven. He pulled out a pan of bread, and your mouth nearly watered. His mama's old recipe. It was one of the few things he really knew how to make, and luckily for him, you loved it.

He cut you both hot slices and put them on plates along with the berries he'd apparently gotten earlier. As he passed you one, you saw that the bread was nearly falling apart because it hadn't cooled, but you hardly cared, lifting a piece to your mouth and savoring it.

The familiar taste brought a smile to your face, and you felt some of your anger dissipate. He hid his smile behind his own piece of bread.

Throughout the day, Billy was glued to your side. He assisted you with chores, sat with you while you read, and was all around clingy and sweet.

At the end of the day, you shed your dress, hesitating before donning the same shirt you'd worn the night before. Even though he was back, it was cozy. He watched you do this with a fond look on his face. "Look at you," he smiled sleepily from his place in bed, shirtless, leaning against the headboard. "Look so pretty."

You got in, lifting the covers and pulling them up to your waist before turning to the side to face him, leaning on your arm. Billy mirrored your position, looking a little nervous.

After looking into his eyes for a moment, admiring how handsome he looked right now, you said, "I love you."

He smiled softly. You continued, moving closer to him. "And I forgive you."

Billy's smile grew, and he turned on his back, opening his arms for you. You moved right into them, cuddling close to him. He kissed your forehead, nudging his nose against it first. "You're the best of women. I don't deserve ya."

You put your hand on his cheek, making sure he was looking at you. "Don't you ever do this again."

"I won't," he promised, sealing it with a gentle kiss to your mouth. "Never again. I love you."

"I love you," you said back, kissing him back once and snuggling into his arms like no time had passed.

#billy the kid #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #billy the kid 2022 #billy antrim x reader #william h bonney fanfiction #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #william h bonney x reader #milliesfishes billy

[unforgivenn]

The room was dark, save for the flickering light bulb hanging by a thread. Sidekick's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last. The metal cuffs bit into their wrists, sending sharp, electric pain shooting up their arms. They tried to shift, to ease the pressure, but the chains rattled loudly in the silent room.

"Please," they whispered, the word barely audible. Their throat was raw, and every syllable felt like sandpaper. What did he want? How long had it been? Hours? Days? Months? Time had lost all meaning.

A creak echoed from the shadows, and Sidekick's heart lurched. He was coming back. The steady, deliberate footsteps grew louder, each one a hammer blow to their fragile hope.

Alex's thoughts were a jumbled mess, a frantic scramble for escape that their body couldn't follow. Stay calm, stay calm, you can get out of this. But how? How, when every movement was agony, when the darkness pressed in so tight it felt like drowning?

The footsteps stopped, and the figure stepped into the dim light. Cold eyes met Sidekick's, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

"Did you miss me?" Villain asked, his voice dripping with malice.

Sidekick closed their eyes, bracing for the next wave of pain, a single thought echoing in their mind: Survive

Villain reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, gleaming knife. The light from the bulb reflected off its blade, casting eerie shadows on the walls. He took a step closer, and Sidekick could feel the air grow colder, the fear wrapping tighter around their chest no matter how much they tried ignoring it.

"You look like you've had a rough time," Villain sneered, tilting his head slightly. "I would offer you some comfort, but where's the fun in that?"

He traced the edge of the knife along Sidekick's jawline, not cutting, just enough to make their skin crawl. "Tell me what I want to know, and this can all end. Don't you want to go home Sidekick?" A look of innocence filled their face.

Sidekick's eyes snapped open. "I don't know anything," they rasped, the pain in their throat flaring because of the dehydration that the Villain had caused them.

Villain's smile faded, replaced by a look of irritation. "You expect me to believe that?" He gripped Sidekick's chin, forcing them to look at him. "Everyone knows something. Everyone has a price."

"I told you, I don't—"

The knife's point pressed into their skin, silencing their protest. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Villain hissed. "Do you think I don't know how this works? You're a liability, Sidekick. And liabilities must be managed."

Sidekick's mind raced. Desperation clawed at them, and in the back of their mind, a voice kept telling them to tell Villain what he wanted to know. They couldn't deny that they, in fact, did want to go home. They wanted to go home, forget all of this ever happened, and get cozy under loads of blankets and coffee in their hand while binge-watching their favorite series.

"If you kill me, you'll get nothing."

Villain's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I won't kill you. Not yet. But.." They dragged out the last word, before looking straight into Sidekick's eyes and whispering. "I can make you wish I had."

"Let's see how long you can keep that brave face, Sidekick."

The knife dragged down their throat, letting small beads of blood drop down until, suddenly Villain slashed the knife down their arm clearly getting impatient with all of this. Sidekick's world turned into hot white pain and they couldn't even realize that they were screaming. It burnt.

Another slash. More pain. And with more pain came more screams and crying.

"Ready to tell it now, Sidekick? You do know that I'll make you tell it to me sooner or later. You're just bringing yourself more pain, y'know."

Sidekick breathed heavily, tired. They just wanted to sleep. To escape this living nightmare.

"I guess not." Villain shrugged before continuing to cut Sidekick's skin. Sidekick tried keeping their tears in though in vain.

They kept imagining Hero was next to them, giving them words of encouragement that kept repeating in their head. Again. And again. They wouldn't, couldn't, tell villain.

Because hero's, they never give up.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whumblr #whump scenario #my writing #whumper #whump prompt #sidekick whumpee #villain whumper #hero whumpee #villain #hero #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #female writers #cw torture #cw blood #tortured for information

[whiskygoldwings]

Hi there ! I have finally decided what to ask you for the kiss roulette xD so would a fox/echo with either 26 or 40 inspire you ? (I'm devouring everything you gave us already btw it's amazing)

Well Hasta! Since you asked what was up with me and all the angst today, have some fluff!!

Not that you'd expect it with the prompt I chose out of those...

26 - A kiss while one or both parties is crying

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When Fox read the report, he’d cracked the datapad’s casing. The loss of Echo had felt like a knife in his ribs, and he hadn’t really ever stopped mourning him.

So when Rex had sent him the Top Secret report, even though Rex still struggled to be civil with him after the Fives incident, Fox hadn’t known whether to truly believe it.

He hadn’t really thought Rex would do that to him, however much bad blood there currently was between them. But he also hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to believe it. Good things simply didn’t happen to Fox. He’d learned that lesson the hard way so many times.

Rex had commed him to say they’d be landing at the GAR spaceport today though, and Fox, a mess of nerves, dread and hope couldn’t have stayed away for anything.

The shuttle lands with a thud, and Fox nearly gags. He doesn’t dare to hope. Doesn’t dare to believe. If he lets himself believe Echo’s alive and it’s not true… Well…

He’s well aware Bones has the other Commanders keeping an eye on them. They’ll need more than that if this proves to be false.

The ramp begins to descend, and Fox’s fists clench. The material of his gloves keeps him from carving little crescent moons into his palms. He breaths through his nose, trying desperately to keep his composure.

And then…

Echo steps down. He’s changed from how Fox remembers him. Bone-white, gaunt, with shadowed eyes and a tightness round his jaw. His arm abruptly changes to cybernetics just below the shoulder, and while his legs are clothed and armoured, Fox knows they are prostheses too. Echo walks stiffly, legs swinging a little wide, like he isn’t quite used to them yet.

It hits Fox like a speeder. Echo’s alive. He’s alive. And he’s standing at the bottom of the shuttle ramp, eyes locked on Fox, chin tipped up, tight, anxious pride in every line of his body.

Fox takes one step, then two. He’s running before he knows it, and Echo’s face breaks.

Fox sweeps him into his arms and lifts him from the floor in a grip so tight he knows he’s leaving bruises. Echo’s laughing and crying in his ear, lips pushed into his temples so hard it rings in Fox’s skull. Fox buries his face into Echo’s neck, hiding his own tears from everyone else, dragging in the scent and taste of Echo like the sweetest, most delicious nectar.

They stay like that for several minutes, just holding and whispering painful words until Fox finally manages to ease Echo down. He can’t let the younger man go, still fears he’ll burn away like smog if he isn’t touching him. But Echo leans into him, and brings their lips together in the most perfect kiss Fox will ever know.

They’re crying, and laughing, and holding onto each other like they’ll float away if they don’t. And Fox is both terrified and excited for when they finally pull apart and the world rushes back in.

But Echo’s in his arms. And Fox feels the wound in his heart begin to scab over at last.

#commander fox #arc trooper echo #star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #marshal commander fox #cloneshipping #my fanfic #fluff #kiss prompts

[bakerstreethound]

To Ease Such Panic

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender neutral reader

Warnings: self-worth issues, self-loathing, mentions of panic, anxiety, insecurities

Summary: Sherlock comforts you after a night of panicking and he helps ease your mind and worries.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

A/N: Short, unedited spur of the moment fic written in haste to vent out my feelings and dread. I hope it is alright. As stated, it is pretty chaotic and full of me articulating my thoughts.

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Infinite finite panic lingers in your chest. All ran smoothly for the most part of the day, other than the job forum for your university not working denying you access to view open listing- listing you wanted to browse and apply for before the fall semester.

For hours your mind has been plaguing you telling you of your faults how worthless you are. You're too watered down in apathy to care so why continue? Why harp on the one thing in life you don't need to worry about yet. You want to be ahead but so many other things seem to pile up.

The little tasks you set aside turn to mountains turn to molehill until you start plucking away. When you're done with them, none of it seems to matter. You're too tired, so why do you not give up? The panic surfaces, and there it goes a vicious cycle.

It's like a phantom knife to the heart twisting it's hilt tighter, feepen I to your chest, a prick but you feel no other pain - your mind has constructed worse so this is akin to nothing but a numb ache. An ache nonetheless you want to drown out.

So, when Sherlock walks in through the bedroom door, seeing you in such a state of dissaray, hair a mess, dark circles under your eyes, once freshly polished nails chipping, cigarette ash in an ashtray on the nightstand, he knows this isn't right.

If you were in a better mindset you would've cared about your appearance the dissaray but apathy held you tight, refusing to let go and you choke on an empty scream wanting to get out, your eyes pleading to Sherlock. You are stronger than this, you always came out of it someway, for the self I clicked pain in your mind is worse or akin to the physical pain you expect.

"Sherlock it's not what it looks like..." you trail off fighting off the lump of tears threatening to spill. You hate the way he's looking at you, eyes soft mouth twitching, searching for words to speak. You don't blame him if he can't find any. You know what a disappointment you look like and you can't fault him for it.

He takes a step closer, blinking slowly. "Let me help. I am here."

You stare in shock wondering what has taken hold of him. "But you don't have to be. You can walk right out that door because I am not worth this, Sherlock. I don't understand why you came back why I am here."

"I'm here because you called me," he explains softly, reaching for his phone to display the call log. Sure enough it is there from two hours prior when you were in the middle of your frenzied mind, hopeless that you were never going to find a job or make friends, drinking a little to stave off the loneliness burning holes through your body and soul.

"I-I'm sorry," you whisper, voice cracking. "I shouldn't have inconvenienced you, but I didn't-" a tear falls down your cheek. "I didn't know who else to call. I so sorry."

Without another word he eases on the bed next tonyou, pulling you close to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The sure beat of his heart is all the more real and you're transported back to many of happier nights when it was you and him against the rest of the world.

A time when you had been fearless unafraid.

Perhaps one day you will pick up the pieces. But for now despite the crumbling castle walls of your mind you would stay here in the shadows together slowly building back the pieces.

For you are his rock and he is your world and little by little the panic falls from your body, beholden to the night.

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#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfiction #comfort #my writing #my alleyway #don't @ me i typed this on tumblr mobile via my phone

[missanathea]

The Veronica Mars pilot is really like here's all the ways this girl's life is fucked up

#I didn't remember it was so brutal #I was expecting them to ease me back into it #but they just lay all the facts right from the start #Veronica Mars #I think I might start a rewatch #the ramblings

[houndfaker]

i dont think ive flat out drawn kikumitsu before but the beast awoke tonight i guess

#p3 #persona 4 arena ultimax #p4au #mitsuru kirijo #kikuno saikawa #kikumitsu #kikuyukamitsu #<- mostly for organizational purposes on my part even if the stupid gay archer isnt anywhere to be seen. #quinn moment #quinn drawings #goinjg to be a weirdly long tag ramble sorry i have a lot of thoughts rn it is almost definitely because at the time of writing this its 3a #funfact kikunos back was arched at least like 30% more in the original sketch and i adjusted it after being like well thats scary actually #i produce A Lot about the kikuno/yukari aspect of kym because theyre by far the duo touched on the least in the polycule #i find their dynamic really weird and gay and funny so i doodle about it a lot #but it occurred to me i actually havent touched a whole hell of a lot on the kikumitsu side of things because imo they have the most #like...complicated thing going on? #special and particular relationship one that is beyond friendship. not even in the romantic sense its just that their roles and their #feelings towards each other transcend expectation. #in my little scenario its just really interesting to think about them navigating this shift in their bond. the deep feelings each one had #either set aside for ease or ignored in fear of misunderstanding. bits and pieces of themselves they opted to hide for their own or one #anothers protection. slowly bearing to one another that oh it was never just that i thought you were strong. it was never just that i wante #your happiness. i wanted to be by your side too. always. i am selfish underneath try as i might to never appear as such. #getting used to being able to want. getting used to knowing its not a bad thing to want. changing is scary but its good its ok #i get the impression theyre shy about each other. but also very eager. theyve been holding onto these pent up feelings for such a long time #that its only natural theyd want to be able to express them freely. but they have to take it bit by bit. save for moments where #it just becomes too much to bear i think? and they have to express it to each other immediately and desperately. which is what i wanted to #convey here i think. #god rest your soul if you read through all this it is sooo early in the morning and i have no reason to be getting this sick over #an obscure and underrated dynamic i dedicate unnecessary amounts of thought to

[cheslock]

Hello new followers and old followers returning back to the fandom again! This blog will be back to your regular Cheslock content again eventually. For now I am busy fighting the demons* preventing me from watching the new anime season. Please wish me luck!

#*demons aka I was traumatized by some very unkind people in the fandom #I don't want to let them ruin it for me though #Cheslock still means a lot to me #i am very glad the weston arc got animated but it's harder than I expected to make myself watch it #I projected onto Cheslock pretty heavily and he was my entire personality for a while there #but that was also a very dark time in my life and getting back into the fandom means facing those memories too #I will watch it eventually I just need time to ease into it #Thank you all for your messages reblogs and support! #my post