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fallinfl0wers · 2 years

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They wear your clothes

fandom: genshin impact characters: xiao, albedo, scaramouche reader type: female, taller than them, tried to make it ambiguous enough so it can be read as reader being chubby too! summary: they've heard of the custome of borrowing clothes from your significant other, usually, a girlfriend borrowing from her boyfriend. since their clothes wouldn't exactly fit on you, they decided to try yours instead... genre: fluff notes: self-indulgent because i can't relate to almost half the posts on this trope (and a lot of other posts with some very specific descriptions on the reader compared to the character...) due to me not being dwarfed by most of my husbandos despite not being the tallest person around HAHA, also, i didn't consistently do this before, but from now on i will put in the tags the gender of the reader on each post rather than just in this section!^^

Xiao

He's heard of this strange habit humans have about borrowing their lovers' clothes, and at first, he didn't see the appeal.

But as he thought about it from time to time, he wondered... would you like to do something like that?

Listen, at most, Xiao only has about three or four outifts that look exactly the same and he uses them all if they don't get destroyed beyond repair during his fighting against demons, so it's not like he has many clothes to spare, let alone clothes that would fit comfortably on you if at all, considering your body is bigger than his.

He doesn't bring it up not to make you uncomfortable, though. He knows it could make you feel self-conscious.

He has never been truly self-conscious or insecure about his height, though. He thinks it's useful because it lets him be lighter and move faster than others.

But, man... if he hears you say you wish you could borrow his clothes too just for a while, he'll lowkey wonder if you'd be more comfortable if he was a bit taller and his clothes could actually fit on you--

So one day, while you were taking a shower and he waited for you in your room, he saw a fluffy, slightly oversized sweater of yours laying on your bed.

He blinked down at it.

And proceeded to take off his accessories and sleeve to try it on and see once and for all why humans seemed fond of stealing each other's clothes.

The sweater was already a bit oversized on you, so you can imagine... it was very oversized on him.

And he thought it wasn't that big of a deal but then he kinda looked down at himself, felt the soft fabric against his body, smelt the scent of the soap he knows you always use, the scent of you, impregnated on the sweater...

He looked tiny. And felt tiny too, in a weirdly good sense. He felt as if he was being surrounded by you, and since you were his comfort, it felt as if he was being surrounded by comfort.

When you get out of the shower wrapped on your towel, you can't even begin to process the picture before your eyes: Xiao, your beloved boyfriend, wearing your favorite oversized sweater and staring at you while his cheeks slowly gained a pink tone as he came out of his mind.

The moment you try to speak Xiao is already in front of you, gently throwing your sweater on your face so you won't see his expression.

"I... only wanted to see if it was warm. Um. It is warm. Wear it so you don't get sick.

After that day, Xiao sends hints to you that he wants to wear more of your clothes.

It isn't often, but at some point, when he's free and tired and you're not available, he will simply rummage through your wardrobe and pick the first sweater, hoodie or jacket he can get to feel closer to you.

He gives it a 10/10, wearing [name]'s clothes is free therapy and happiness.

And since his own clothes really won't fit you, at least he lets you wear his necklace at times. Plus, he personally crafts jewelry and other accessories of the like for you to wear instead, all filled with protective charms to keep you out of harm's way.

Albedo

He knows of this human custom, and he was never interested on it, honestly.

He can lend you his lab coat, it's a tight and small fit on you, and he wouldn't recommend you wore it if you were to actually participate in any sort of experiment; if you're ever interested on alchemic stuff, he already has a coat with your proper measurements.

Besides his uniform of the knights of favonius, I think he mostly wears dress shirts and that sort of elegant-casual clothes, always with his lab coat on because he spends most of his time experimenting anyway.

He actually overheard you talking with Klee one day while you were babysitting her when she asked whether or not you borrowed his clothes at times.

And, fairly enough, you sometimes borrow a scarf if you forget your own- but nothing more than that.

Albedo did what he knows best, and did his personal research on the topic: couples borrowing each other's clothes as a form of affection.

He spotted many couples throughout all of Mondstadt doing as much- many of them being a smaller female wearing a larger male's blazers, shirts or other garments alike.

Though, aside from that gendered trend, he identified that the most important variable in this situation was height and perceived weight between the lovers in question--

A conclusion he reached quickly during his first ten minutes of observing, something rather obvious: it is only functional for the smaller person in the relationship to wear the bigger one's clothes rather than the other way around, excluding cases where the builds of the two are similar.

He still quite didn't get why people liked it though.

So one day, you enter your room to look for something real quick, and tilt your head in confusion as you find Albedo wearing a dress shirt that belongs to you and is clearly not his size, staring at his reflection on the mirror analytically while smoothening down the fabric.

You frown, and if anyone saw you, they would see the question marks floating above your head.

The alchemist turns to look at you, and gives you a smile.

"[Name], good evening, how was your day? Hm? This? Yes, it is your shirt. I'm sorry for not asking beforehand, I'll do better next time. I was curious about this 'clothe stealing' thing some people do with their partners... I think I get it now. It is rather... comforting and reassuring."

From then on Albedo will ask you if he can borrow your shirts whenever he knows he'll have to spend a lot of time on his lab at Dragonspine, he says it makes him feel less lonely up there.

He still lets you borrow his scarves, and if your hair is long enough to be tied, also his hair ties.

For practical purposes, he can't simply buy oversized clothes to wear so you can wear them too and feel what he feels when he wears yours, but alchemy goes a long way, so he'll most likely gift you a bracelet, ring, collar or other charm of the like made with your favorite flowers, alchemically modified and solidify to last at least a hundred years intact.

Scaramouche

He might have a little... problem with his own height, but since he's convinced he's far too strong and amazing, no one can really know it unless they purposefully push his buttons (or look at the gigantic robot he piloted in Sumeru)

He's been around for a while, alright, but to be honest he really never interacted with a lot of couples enough to pick up on these kind of affection.

Probably though, during his time as a harbinger, he saw a couple of recruits exchanging coats before a particularly hard mission while spouting promises of "I'll return safely and we'll be together!" or something like that.

He thought it was just another weird human habit he wouldn't concern himself with because it was ridiculous AAAAND then you came into the picture, somehow broke down his walls and made him feel things he didn't want to feel again

Like attachment and happiness and joy and hope. Ew, what are those? He doesn't want them! (He does tho)

And since you're obviously bigger than him, while you hugged him, he suddenly understood that strange custom.

When you hug him, he feels all warm and fuzzy and fluffy inside- it's a comforting feeling that... well, feels so good he wants to cry.

So maybe, he thinks, wearing your clothes would have a similar effect.

And so here you have him, he made sure you wouldn't be around to see him do this, so he has no shame on dugging through your wardrobe until he finds the sweater you wear the most and puts it on to test his theory.

He looks at himself in the mirror and glares at himself for blushing-

Your sweater... it was soft. And fluffy. And warm. And it smelt like you.

He puts a hand over his chest, on the empty space where his heart should be.

He has no heart, so why does he feel like something just skipped a beat?

He closes his eyes, and he can almost feel as though you're holding him in your warm embrace. And he only puts your sweater back on place when he knows it's almost time for you to return home.

"I'm wearing your sweater today. ...? I'm not asking, I'm telling you. [Name], what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, I don't have to ask for this sort of thing! ... ...I just want to, alright?! Geez, you just want to know every little thing, don't you?! it's just so comforting... hah..."

Man will let you borrow his clothes if you want honestly, he can't guarantee you'll be comfortable but if you want to, go off I guess.

He'll lend you his hat, especially during rainy days when you're stuck out on the rain.

No matter how taller you are, an inch or five or more, he'll claim you're his umbrella for the day even though you say you've brought a far more comfortable, actual umbrella.

He loves this arrangement secretly, despite how uncomfortable it can get. He's very close to you this way and he loves it!

Man will also gift you jewelry and he'll make some himself too- and if he suddenly has far too many new jewelry himself and leaves it "forgotten" in your desk or plainly on your lap, you don't need to know why! Just wear it!! (please)

2022. fallinfl0wers.

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beastabyss666 · 6 months

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The new Mammon and Fizz episode has been released and I wanna put my two cents in.

The palette is oooof........ One of the most "hard to watch" HB episodes. Seriously, hasn't anyone told Vivzie that her colour choices are just utterly failed?

Mammon was simply annoying and cringe, especially considering he's one of the highest "demons". He curses every few seconds, has an Australian accent and is some kind of a rock star(because......because). Oh yeah, he's also a very bad guy, cuz he disrespects women! Also I find it funny that Vivzie said in one of her tweets that she apologizes the fans wouldn't like him, as he's "fat and ugly". In reality, he's just a typical Vivziepop-ish male character, having sharp teeth and eyes without pupils. And his "fatness" is just looking like a Christmas tree with a round body.

Overdetailed backgrounds and sloppy animation, as always. Some moments look reeeeeally stiff. Maybe Vivzie starts drawing easier backgrounds and make characters with less details so the animation was better and faster to produce? Just dreaming.......

The songs are just generic tasteless pop-stuff. Gosh, I just wish they have a better composer cuz it's tiring to hear these cheap pop tunes every time. Maybe get some real rock or something with synthesizer........ I don't know.....

The background characters in this episode look much less like some early Deviantart furry OCs or cosplay freaks, which is a real plus. Take some cuties:

Hee hee goat boy

Hee hee goat girl(kinda accurate to the demonology, love it).

I really like the left amphibia girl, she's so pretty. Also yeah, bg characters really look better than in previous episodes. Almost like they were drawn by someone who actually knows their job well and doesn't make every person look like different art style or different teenager's OC.

Fizz being tired to be a clown for entertainment, having panic attacks, dealing with crazy fans and a shitty boss was honestly a good idea but the final song was just too weak to handle it. If it was done better, it would be really good.

The sigh language kid is cute and it was interesting to see a disabled person being cheered and supported by another disabled person.

Oh wow Viv made another female characters whose entire personality is being bitchy and arrogant(even to each other, though they're sisters they're calling each other whore, bitch etc.). Can't wait for the fanbase to hate these two or lust for them in the worst way possible.

Though there were actually some beautiful and......esthetic frames.

Am I the only one who never understood why Fizzarolli is considered a sex icon in this show? Like, yeah, Mammon said that he'll exploit his "clown employee" in every way possible and it's all for money, but I still don't get the whole "having tons of sex dolls based on him" thing. Who in sanity would buy a sex doll of Fizz? He looks like a stick with limbs and painted face, which is somehow considered sexy by Vivzie or her fans? Wouldn't it be more logical for a woman to be a sex icon? Lots of real women, including teen idols, were sexualized and fetishized for media by their producers and shown as beauty icons. But I just couldn't imagine the same with males. Like, I'm sorry, but to me Fizz who's a circus performer, celebrity and a sex icon is in the same category as Angel Dust who's a porn star, stripper and prostitute at the same time.

I'm very glad there wasn't much Blitzo.

It's funny that this girl looks like a better design for Loona than Loona herself, lmao.

It's actually a progress to see that Vivzie didn't fetishize a romantic relationship between two men and actually showed them as a loving couple which doesn't talk about sex and cocks every five seconds. She actually has put some unexpected effort in it.

Oh wait she didn't—

#vivziepop critical #anti vivziepop #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #anti helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss salt

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ystrike1 · 11 months

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The Hidden Man - By A-Bam (8/10)

The plot is obvious. I can see right through it...until it gets foggy. This is a story about two brotherly best friends. They're kinda losers, but they try their best. One gets hit by a car, and he comes back different. How different? Well, he could have a disassociative personality disorder. Or, he could be a different guy. He looks the same though, so good luck trying to figure that out!

Taehun is a weird sort of everyman. He's 24 and decent looking. He gets sexually harassed by his female manager constantly, and he feels like he can't complain about it. He eventually quits over it. It's a sober start. It sums up his personality. No drama. No fight. He leaves and he looks for something better. The issue is bullies love to follow Taehun, because he's such an easy target.

You literally know which one he is based on what I just wrote. His character design and flaws all line up really well. Taehun is kind, normal, and a bit of a pushover. He feels superior and more cool when he hangs out with his best pal Wonu. Wonu is movie star handsome. Girls literally whisper about him when he walks by, but he still lives with his mom. He's trying to make it as a guitar player, and it's not working out. He's too shy to flirt with girls too. He's also super clumsy. Taehun catches Wonu when he falls. It makes him feel powerful. I'm not saying Taehun is a bad friend, but their relationship feels a teeny bit codependent.

That's about to get worse.

Taehun gets drunk after he quits. Wonu gets hit by a car on the way back. He's in a coma for a few days. Taehun blames himself. He often blames himself for the bad things that happen around him, or to him. When Wonu wakes up he's different. Taehun can't not notice. Wonu suddenly isn't a pushover. He doesn't trip constantly and he doesn't care about his guitar.

Taehun is wrecked by guilt and worry.

Muhyeong claims he is Wonu. Wonu has a split personality that conveniently hasn't come out in like a decade. Muhyeong knows everything about Taehun, and he genuinely seems to like Taehun, which is bad.

He doesn't like anyone else.

Wonu's ex Eunji appears. This is a weird moment. Muhyeong lived behind Wonu's eyes. Wonu loved Eunji once, even though they broke up and stayed friends. She still flirts occasionally, but she is a normal and cute girl. Muhyeong doesn't like Eunji, but he claims to like Taehun because Wonu liked Taehun. Then he admits it. He's tired of being pushed around. Taehun is the only friend that didn't drool over Wonu in a sexual way, or use him as an emotional punching bag. It's a mess. Muhyeong likes being free with a friend by his side that can be trusted.

The creepy manager lady shows up at Taehun's home to harass him. Muhyeong threatenes to kill her like on the spot. She turns up dead the next day.

Taehun needs to focus on his new job. Real life. Something awful happens. He goes to the funeral and he gets blamed for her "suicide". Her death is apparently on him...because he didn't accept her romantic advances.

Ew.

Taehun suspects the split personality he just met because...duh. But...Muhyeong is very offended...then it's revealed he didn't actually kill her. Or maybe he ordered somebody to. It's not all clear yet.

Muhyeong is learning how to manipulate Taehun though. Its scary. He tells the bold truth. The old bitch was a stalker, and she abused her power in the workplace. She used company files to look up his damn address. She was an asshole. Her death doesn't have to mean shit to him.

He's right but...

Taehun here is an empathetic guy. That's why he likes babying Wonu. Being cold about death isn't his thing. It's very hard for him to let go and accept that the manager who harassed him doesn't deserve his pity.

Eunji is writing a horror novel which parallels the story of the webtoon, which seems suspicious. She was dating Wonu when he started "acting weird" too. It's also implied that Muhyeong just isn't Wonu, even though he knows everything about his life and friends.

I have no idea what will happen next.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Blood on the dancefloor—Javier Peña x f!reader

Chapter 10 of the Unholy series

summary: Javier still struggles with the secret he’s been holding. But when you call him and ask for his help, he can’t help but do so in an evening that goes south very fast.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: ANGST; character death, blood, panic attack, also soft!Javi, a surprise twist at the end.

gif: @joseph-quinns

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He shouldn’t have done that. He should not have done that.

And you certainly should not have done that.

But you wanted to. You wanted to get down on your knees before him and please him just as he had pleased you in that very same room, in the very same sinful manner.

Javier was weak. In that moment, vulnerable and exposed, he was at his weakest. Every glare of yours, as well as every touch or word, made him weak, raising an inexplicable craving within that required him to be around you at all times.

Yeah, this was no means to an end. Javier cared about you. Deeply.

I’m so fucking screwed.

The realization could not have come at a worse time. What the hell is he supposed to do now? How is he supposed to break the news to you when there’s more than rivalry involved? Now that he knows there are feelings in the middle, how the hell can he explain to you the truth about what happened to your father and that he cares for you?

He knows you won’t believe him. At least that second part won’t be believable for sure. Then again, you probably won’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth regarding those two topics.

Yeah, I am royally screwed.

So by the time the weekend arrives and he has to get ready for the undercover raid, he’s more exhausted than ever. He does the motions robotically, putting no sentiment or determination into them.

“Here’s the plan,” Carrillo says out loud to the team. “Trujillo and I will be inside with the ladies, observing in the background. “Peña and Murphy will be here, listening in to the operation. Remember, our goal is to catch Blackie and his group alive. Nobody intervenes unless absolutely necessary. Be careful. There is nothing these guys won’t do to make it out alive.”

Javier quickly glances at you making sure your vest is properly strapped to your body underneath the jacket, and gulps. He doesn’t like sitting idly by, but orders are orders, and he just doesn’t have the strength to argue against anything in that moment.

“Everything okay, Javi?”

He’s surprised to see Sofia addressing him directly, and so cutely too. He musters enough courage to look at her and nod carelessly.

“You sure? You don’t look so well.”

“Tired.”

“Ah. Of course.”

He sees you flash a brief smile at him in the background, and his knees nearly go out on him. He takes a deep breath, which does nothing to soothe his nerves, and sees Sofia inspecting him up close.

“I guess you’re used to being in the middle of the action huh,” she smiles.

“What can you do? Gotta follow the plan.”

She gets ready to leave, but then Javier finds he’s somehow not in control of his own bodily motions anymore.

“Have you ever had a big, dark secret that just… eats you alive? And you know you have to get rid of it, but you don’t know how?”

Wordless, Sofia stares at Javier, a sudden memory hitting her.

“Kind of,” she admits, curious as to where he’s headed with that. “Is it something that you know it’s bad, but also makes you feel the best you’ve ever felt?”

Javier frowns. “A couple of weeks ago, I would’ve said yes, but now the secret turned kinda grim.”

“Does it have anything to do with a certain female agent?”

She raises her brows suggestively, eyes following your figure around the office, and Javier gulps. He doesn’t do any gesture, nor does he say any word about it.

But Sofia is very receptive, more than she gets credit for.

“I see,” she concludes. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“I didn’t say—that’s not what I—meant.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything about it. I can tell.”

“You can tell? What do you mean you can tell?”

Sofia giggles, inching closer to him so that no one gets to hear this less-than-official conversation ensuing between them.

“I kinda thought something was going on between you two,” she confesses. “The glares, the need to prove to each other who’s the best… but let’s be honest, you’re actually dying to prove to each other the positive influence you have on one another.”

Javier’s frowns deepens, failing to understand Sofia’s point of view.

“Why would I compete with someone just to show them how much better they make me?”

“Alright, let’s get a move on!” Carrillo shouts.

On the verge of leaving, Sofia can’t help but throw in one last line.

“Didn’t you notice that you run by her every single thing that you do? And that she does the same? Kinda like you’re dying to let each other know about your day, or kinda like you want to spend all your time around each other…?”

He’s not an idiot; he figured out that his care for you runs deeper than he would’ve ever considered possible, but to hear it from someone else hits like a hammer at the back of his head.

He watches the team take off as Sofia gently pats him on the shoulder, and he feels utterly disarmed. He can’t help but remain guilty even at the slightest glimpse of you, willing to do the right thing and come clean to you.

He just has to find the right moment.

But when is the right moment when each minute could be your last?

“Here,” Steve awakens him from his daydream and hands him a pair of headphones.

“Thanks.”

Steve takes immediate notice of Javier’s grumpiness, but he doesn’t bring it up this time around. Plenty were the times when he pushed too hard and it only resulted in more anguish and rage. So now, Steve decides it’s best to treat Javier like a deer in the wilderness: you have to let it come to you.

“How’s Connie?” Javier asks, setting up the equipment.

“Good, good. Safe and sound.”

“Good.”

The momentary lack of conversation puts even more pressure on Javier. Usually he’s not the most talkative guy in the world, but this information he’s holding onto is too big to handle on his own. Of course, he won’t start blabbing around the office about it, but he knows he can confide in Steve.

“If I had something important to tell you about someone you love, say… Connie, would you want me to tell you?”

Still a tad preoccupied, Steve stares at the monitor as he rummages the question.

“Do you have something important to tell me about Connie?” Steve then asks.

“No, that’s not—you missed the point.”

“Fine, then get to it, straightforward.”

Javier huffs and rolls his eyes, a trademark sign of his frustration.

“Nevermind,” he says.

“No, come on, say what you wanna say, man.”

With a deep breath, Javier shifts his attention back to him, a little hesitant now that he has the chance to speak up.

“So if I had important intel about someone you care about, something that you actually do want to know… would you wanna hear it from me?”

Steve ponders over the question, analyzing it from every point of view.

“Well, if I want to have that information and you have it, then… yeah, I’d want to hear it from you.”

“Even if we’re not friends?”

Though confused, Steve doesn’t yet require more details. “Yeah. As long as you mean well, I don’t see why not.”

“And even if that information will potentially destroy you and make you hate me?”

Okay, maybe now is the time to ask for more details.

“Jav, what did you do?” he asks, slightly concerned.

“Don’t ask.”

“Ah, so it’s about a woman.”

“Not everything is about that.”

“Not for most people.”

Boy, he resents that affirmation. More so because it’s factually true. Even in the middle of the war on drugs, Javier’s existence seems to revolve around a woman.

But not just any woman.

“I did something bad, okay?” he nearly lashes out. “And I didn’t even know it was bad till recently.”

“Huh. Something bad that might piss off a woman… did you sleep with her best friend?”

God he wishes that would be the worst case scenario.

“No,” Javier replies, mildly annoyed.

“Knocked her up?”

“No! Fucking hell, just stop guessing.”

“C’mon, I’m just teasing you. What’s really going on?”

He shouldn’t say it. It’s not his story to share. But then again, Steve did mention it to him first, so he wouldn’t be breaking any rules technically.

But he still can’t say it.

“I can’t tell you,” Javier says. “It’s classified.”

“Oh! Now I get it.”

Javier’s attention is solely on Steve now, afraid that he might’ve been too transparent with all of his questions.

“It is about a woman, but it’s not one of your lady friends from downtown, isn’t it?”

As much as Javier dislikes his cocky tone, he can’t argue against something that’s factual.

“You got it bad, my man,” Steve tries not to laugh.

“Shut up. Are you getting any service on this thing?”

“Hang on… try now.”

Javier went completely mute after that. In spite of all the follow-up questions Steve posed, Javier wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t bear talking about you anymore, not when his own head still required clarifications.

So he welcomes silence like an old friend.

The two men stared at the monitor for what felt like eternity. Once in a while, one of them would ask something like “Do you want some coffee?” to which the other would respond slyly, “Not unless it’s whiskey,” then share an exhausted giggle.

But Javier’s mind remained restless as it still thought of you. Whenever he thinks of you now, there is undeniable guilt attached to your figure, and it eats him alive. More and more, with each passing day, the secret devours him, swallows him whole. He knows he has to tell you, he’s not that much of an idiot. But he cannot seem to find the right time. His last attempt didn’t turn out so good.

Actually, it turned out spectacular if you think in terms of pleasure. But to Javier, it felt like he had somehow taken advantage of you. It’s not true, a tiny voice told him, but it did not help soothe his nerves. Especially when he thought back to Sofia’s words earlier that day.

Didn’t you notice that you run by her every single thing that you do? And that she does the same?

Kinda like you’re dying to let each other know about your day, or kinda like you want to spend all your time around each other…?

The only thing missing from that conversation is Sofia smacking him across the head and actually telling him that he cares for you.

Which… he does. He knows he does. There’s no other reasonable explanation. He cares for you. But his growing affection for you poses a number of risks: starting with the loss of your jobs and the imminent danger of your lives ending, the risk of losing you to that secret seems the most pressing matter to Javier.

It kills him to think that you might truly despise him after hearing what he has to say.

But he has to tell you. Even if it will hurt, even if means it’s the end for anything that could happen between you two. He will tell you the truth about your father.

The phone rings, and Javier picks it up mindlessly.

“Peña,” he says.

When he hears your voice, he shifts in his chair, straightens his back and listens closely.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

You falter. He can hear your breathing on the other line, and it’s making his stomach twist and turn in unimaginable ways. His gut tells him something’s not going according to the plan.

“So far, so good,” you say after a little while.

“Then why did you call?”

Again you falter, and Javier grows more unsteady. He says your name firmly, trying not to give away his increasing concern.

“I don’t know, something feels off,” you reply. “We might need backup.”

“Keep your position. Murphy and I can send the—“

“No, listen. Whatever armed guys you’ll send here, they might not be able to get in, and definitely not without permission, so it’ll be useless.”

“Then we’ll come.”

There’s silence, and Javier’s stomach drops completely. He calls your name again, and he exhales as he hears your shaky breath.

“How fast can you get here?” you ask.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“Make it ten.”

“Done.”

“I’m counting on you, Javier.”

His stomach disappears altogether; he gulps, foolishly nodding like you could see him do so, and he hangs up.

“What happened?” Steve asks.

“Nothing yet, but apparently things are going a little too well.”

Steve frowns, and Javier is quick to clarify, “When did things ever go smoothly around here?”

He then of course realizes that it was almost never the case. Silence in high stake missions was not good. And certainly not at a club.

So the two grab their gear, strapping their bullet vests to their chests, and get in the car with not a single word exchanged in between them. And it’s better this way.

Javier. You said his name. Not Peña, not Grumpy, not some ugly name-calling. You said Javier.

I’m counting on you, Javier.

He heard it clearly. This time he really heard it, not like that time you moaned his name and he had to do everything in his power to pretend like he hadn’t heard it, or that it burned through him faster than anything else.

He chooses to focus on that on the speedy drive to the club. Any other potential scenario he makes might just ruin his focus, so the gentle, yet firm mention of his name coming from your sweet mouth is what he chooses.

“Did she say anything specific?” Steve asks as they’re getting out of the car, parked conveniently down the street for extra security.

“She said she has a bad feeling.”

“That’s it? We can’t blow the mission based on instinct.”

Javier freezes in place, glaring at his partner in the coldest, most serious way.

“She’s got impeccable instincts. She never failed. If she says something feels off, then something’s off.”

Steve grabs his arm, trying to steady him.

“Look, I get your history with her and this rivalry thing, but this isn’t the time to let your feelings cloud your judgment, Jav.”

Javier wiggles his arm free from the grip, the same cold look on his face now radiating anger as well. “It’s not about that. But I know her. Trust me. Trust her. We need to be here.”

Steve finally concedes, and silently follows Javier inside. They walk carefully by the entrance, inspecting the territory. Nothing out of the ordinary seems to be going on. The music is booming from inside, and the people dance and drink carelessly. The pair of agents decides to find a way through the back for a swifter entrance.

Though his heart is pounding in his ears, Javier moves steadily. He knows this dance, he’s done it thousands of times already. Yet he can’t help but think of you on the inside along with Sofia, Carrillo and Trujillo.

“Javi,” Steve calls out in a whisper.

He forces the knob of a seemingly rusty door in the back, and to both their surprise, it works. They enter warily, guns concealed so as to not create any panic. The music gets louder and louder, the lights more colorful and playful, and the smell of cigarettes stronger. Javier’s eyes scan the crowd, but it’s Steve who manages to locate Sofia first, sitting at a secluded table with Trujillo, and you and Carrillo on the dance floor.

Javier watches you dance with the Colonel, admiring your moves, the way your body sways naturally to the music. He sees the Colonel’s grip over your waist and hand, and he gulps. Luckily you don’t take notice of him, but you do seem engaged in a conversation with Carrillo, your faces in a much too close proximity for his own taste.

He shakes his head briefly, willing to snap out of that mood. It’s not the time or place for this shit, Peña.

Unbeknownst to him, Carrillo does notice the two agents in the background, but does nothing to reveal that. Instead, he looks at you almost as if demanding an explanation. He spins you around and brings you back to his chest, then glares at you.

“Peña and Murphy are here,” he tells you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you finally see them, and your heart jumps in your throat, your hands suddenly going cold.

“They should be on surveillance,” Carrillo continues.

“Backup couldn’t hurt, right, Colonel? Just in case.”

His glare is questioning you somberly, but you maintain your tough stance, even as your eyes follow Javier in the background.

“You and Peña have a complicated relationship, it seems,” Carrillo remarks. “Rivals by default, but you cannot stay away from each other.”

Your attention draws back to the Colonel, a frown creasing your brows and forehead. “We work together.”

He shakes his head, a little smile breaking from his lips.

“You call, he answers. He calls, you answer. This dance you’re doing around each other, it’s not rivalry. It’s not something I’d do with someone I pretend to be in competition with.”

“There’s no pretending. We do compete with each other, we—“

You lose your train of thought as your eyes lock with Javier’s in the distance. You blink a few times, partially from the smoke stinging your eyes, but also to make sure he’s still there. Oddly enough, his presence brings you unknown comfort.

“Peña cannot function unless you’re there,” Carrillo clarifies. “I’ve known him for over two years, and I have never seen him work so hard only to impress someone.”

Your confusion persists. “Why would he want to impress me?”

Carrillo smiles widely, spinning you again and then leaning in to whisper, “Why does any man want to impress a woman?”

You remain silent when faced with the realization.

“His feelings are a big part of the reason why he’s here tonight,” he adds.

“We might need backup.”

“We might. But as I said before, you call, and he answers.”

The Colonel’s sympathetic smile emanates pity, and you dislike it so much, but you can’t fight it. Your eyes find Javier again, noticing he’s moving through the crowd to get to you. Your hand still in Carrillo’s, you freeze the second you hear the first gunshot.

Then the second.

Carrillo’s body acts as shield, so you do not need to duck, not right now. You see the team alert, taking their guns out, and some people dropping dead around them. The music remains booming, almost covering the sounds, but not that effectively. Soon, people start to realize there are dead people on the dance floor, and panic emerges.

You remain lightly pressed against Carrillo, and you only begin to break away from him when you see Blackie pointing his gun at the back of his head.

“Greetings from Pablo,” he says, and his voice is dark and manic in a sense. You can tell, now that the music had stopped.

Another gunshot, followed by a fourth one. You scan your surroundings and see Javier pointing his gun, and Blackie falling down to the ground. You split from Carrillo, and his body collapses to the floor as well. Horror is imprinted on your face when you remark all the blood on your clothes, and the blood on Carrillo.

More gunshots ensue, and Javier speeds to you, wrapping his arms around you and concealing you both under a table. Mouth ajar, you glare at the Colonel’s lifeless body on the floor, people trampling him or falling next to him. Javier tries to bring you back to reality, but you’re too much in shock to acknowledge the hell that just broke loose.

“Hey, hey! Look at me!”

Javier’s voice is harsh and loud, but it’s exactly what you need right now. You stare at him in a trance, glancing at your bloody chest and arms.

“You came,” you say somewhat out of it.

“You called.”

His reply is something along the lines of “what else was I supposed to do?” and the Colonel’s last words pound in your ears. You call, he answers.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, inspecting you however he can from that crouched position.

When you fail to respond, he grabs your arms and shakes you slightly. He needs you alert and present, and you know it, but you can’t seem to get out of that shock.

“Are you hurt?!” he exclaims. “Did they get you?! Tell me.”

“No. No, I’m—I’m alive.”

You feel like crying, but you fight back the tears. You cannot break, not now when there’s gun fires and madness all around you.

“Escobar’s outside!” you hear Steve yell.

Javier stands from under the table, extending a hand to help you as well, and he takes your hand into his immediately after.

“Go, go get him,” Javier rushes his partner.

Steve glances at your bloody clothes and your pale face, seeing the shock radiating from your body, and then looks back at Javier.

“Just go!” Javier screams, and Steve follows suit.

You look around the place. What was a happy, carefree space five minutes ago, now is a murder scene. At least a dozen bodies lie on the ground, glass broken everywhere, smoke and pain. You cannot help but stare at the Colonel’s lifeless body, the crushing urge to cry overcoming you. Then you notice Blackie’s body in his vicinity, and you shudder.

Javier takes notice, and wraps his arms around you again. You welcome the embrace, trembling with many emotions all at once.

“You should go with Murphy—and the rest. If Escobar’s out there—“

“They’ll either get him or he’ll be still out there tomorrow. What’s the rush?”

You look up at him, the tears blurring your vision a little. Javier holds you tighter, helping you make your way through the mess.

“I got a phone in the car,” Javier says. “I should… call the embassy, let them know about Carrillo.”

“Yeah.”

You’re a walking zombie at this point, even if Javier holds you close to him. You keep replaying the moment Carrillo’s life tragically ended right there in your arms over and over, remembering your clothes and skin are tainted with his blood while Javier is on the phone, updating Wysession and the new ambassador, Claudia Messina, on the situation. His glare never leaves you, wishing the official conversation would just end already so he could focus on what’s important at the time.

He mentions the ambush, mentions Carrillo’s shocking death, the chase for Escobar going on as they speak, and how he needs to make sure you get home safe, since you got the short stick of it that evening.

“You know… you’re taught in school in biology class how much blood the human body has,” you say in a hollow voice after Javier is done talking on the phone. “One point five gallons max, ten units to be precise. But you don’t realize how much that is until you have someone’s blood on you.”

Javier listens to you speak absentmindedly, visibly shaken by the events. He sucks in a deep breath, moving towards you carefully, as if somehow afraid to not scare you.

“Let me drive you home,” he says.

You look at him with blank eyes, your whole body cold.

“I’ll drive you home, help you clean out your clothes and get you into bed.”

“You’d do that?”

You call, he answers.

“Today’s been a lot,” he says. “You shouldn’t be alone. If you want me around, of course.”

Without you realizing, you’re the one who wraps their arms around his torso, thus pulling him into a warm, tight hug. Though surprised, Javier reciprocates and holds you as close as humanly possible to his chest. He’s aware that he blood on your clothes is tainting his own, but he couldn’t care less about it right now.

He’s aware he’s been perhaps a little reckless in terms of professionalism, but he couldn’t help it. Not when he saw you dancing with Carrillo, quite literally dancing with a dead body for a few good seconds before awareness kicked in.

Without further ado, Javier gets you in the car and he starts driving. He puts some music, just to have something distracting you both, or at least maintain your feet on the ground, rooted in reality. A cruel one at that.

Whenever you look down at your hands and see the blood on them that’s starting to dry out, you start to shake. Luckily, you’re in the parking lot of your building and you can soon get into your bed.

All your moves are subconscious, mechanic. Javier remains by your side, guiding you inside the building, opening the door to your apartment. He only hesitates when he sees you undress, unsure how to act. Usually in this situation, he knows exactly what to do and what’s about to happen, but now, given the circumstances, Javier has no clue how to act. He’s seen you naked before, so shying away isn’t believable. But also staring at you while you undress seems coy, so he can’t do that either.

Eventually, he remains frozen in the living room as you approach him in your underwear, reminding him that his clothes are slightly bloody as well. So he mindlessly removes the bullet vest and the shirt underneath, followed by his pants and boxers. Hand in hand, you both head to the shower, taking turns in scrubbing the blood and exhaustion off each other. For the first time, there is nothing inherently sexual about the moment. On the contrary, it feels intimate, a private display of care.

Javier is not sure how or when, but you end up cuddling at his chest while the water runs down your naked bodies. He holds you close once again, stroking your wet hair and hoping his presence somehow coaxes you.

He knows yours does.

After a while, when you’re both wrapped in towels and your clothes are in the washing machine, you get under the covers, and you cuddle up to him. Javier allows it; he allows your body to use his as a heater. He’d let you use him however you want, truth be told. Whatever you need, he’ll provide you with.

And right now, in this moment, he’ll provide you with comfort if that’s what you need.

“Is it okay if I spend the night?” he asks, somewhat afraid.

You shift slightly so you can look at him better, a light smile on your face.

“Yes,” you agree. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For… coming. For being here.”

He notices the breakage in your voice as you thank him, and he moves so that he can look better at you too.

“You called,” he says. “You said you’re counting on me, so I—“

He momentarily forgets all the guilt and shame he carries in his heart. He only sees your beautiful face regaining its color, fresh out of the shower, though still shaken up.

“And you didn’t let me down,” you respond. “Thank you.”

“I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

You call, he answers.

“Not everyone,” you say.

Slowly, you move back closer to him and lightly press a chaste kiss on his lips. It’s all you’re capable of mustering at the moment, and Javier understands completely. He doesn’t push for more, nor does he want to. He just wants to hold you, remain locked in that moment forever as an escape from the pain and the guilt that will inevitably consume him again tomorrow.

Suddenly, he hears you wheezing. He looks down at you and sees you struggling to breathe, and he returns to his alerted state, realizing you’re probably having a panic attack.

No words come out of his mouth as he takes your hand and places it on his chest. “Do you feel that?” he asks you.

You only look at him somewhat shaken. Javier strives to get an answer.

“Do you feel my heart beating?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“That means I’m alive. I’m here, and I’m alive.”

He proceeds to put his hand on your chest, gently touching the skin.

“I can feel your heart beating too, which means you are also alive. You survived. And you’ll keep doing it like the stubborn, cocky person I know you are.”

The statement manages to steal a chuckle out of you, though laughing was the last thing you would’ve envisioned yourself doing that evening.

“Thank you,” you say fondly. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast though. I guess tonight was a lot for us all.”

Javier swallows harshly, barely managing to do so. “Yeah, that’s why.”

“I know this must be way out of your comfort zone so you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to be. Besides, if I’m gonna lose sleep, I might as well be here with you.”

You smile again, though it’s nothing short of sadness and guilt and shock.

“Plus, I got no clothes to put on and I don’t feel like driving around Bogota naked.”

You giggle, nuzzling up to him and hoping you could somehow fall asleep.

“I still don’t like you, best remember that,” you tease him.

Javier exhales through a smile, surprising himself with that. “That’s too bad, cause I love you.”

Silence installs itself between you two, followed swiftly by a shock wave. When you look at Javier, he seems too dumbfounded by his own words to react in any way. You are just as much, but you still have some sense in you to ask follow-up questions because… what the fuck was that?

Javier then clears his throat, avoiding your eyes. He shifts further away from you, though he doesn’t get out of bed.

“Javier, I—“

“Get some sleep, okay?”

He turns to the other side, avoiding you altogether. You suddenly ache to see his face, to try and figure out whatever is going on inside his head that prompted such a shocking and unexpected confession.

It doesn’t help that it’s the second time you’ve said his first name in the same day, causing a tsunami of emotions inside of him whilst doing so.

“I wanted to say—“

“Nothing. You should try to get some sleep.”

He doesn’t leave you any wiggle room for questions or additional statements. But you don’t have the energy to fight him on it, so you turn to your respective side and go over the entire evening’s events, and the moments that led to the previous one.

Sometime during the night, when you hear the faint exhale of Javier’s breath and you figure he fell asleep, you turn towards him, still wide awake. You’ve never felt warmer and safer in your life, and there’s no room for anger in your heart anymore. You ponder whether it was truly ever anger.

“I love you too,” you murmur, and finally close your eyes.

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moussofshroom · 4 months

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GERMA 66 AND CYBORG 009

(this rant is so messy i started talking about humanity and sanji 😭)

okay so one person on tumblr (sangerie) briefly talked about germa 66 and the inspiration from cyborg 009, an older work that oda probabaly read growing up. today i dive into the depths of insanity and read all of cyborg 009’s ORIGINAL RUN (i do not recommend this) in order to find some possible inspiration that oda used for germa 66.

However i’ll probably only read 10 chapters at a time and then analyze some things.

Okay, so Cyborg 009 starts out with the organization black ghost kidnapping 9 people from all over and turning them into cyborgs. I’d like to mention the main villain/leader of this organization has a skull motif-

(and a cool cape)

and this COULD possibly be inspiration for the base design of the raid suits-

i may be reaching but the skull motif present in the belt of the suits and the cape might possibly tie back to the Black ghost organization’s leader???

moving on though, we get to the part of the story where people start getting abducted by the black ghost organization to become cyborgs. the first is 001, but i’d like to bring up 002. 002 goes on to have super speed, but id also like to bring up the hairstyle.

I MIGHT BE REACHING BUT-

The hairstyle MIGHT have inspired niji’s. also his personality is sort of similar to niji’s from what i’ve seen of the 2001 anime. ( which was the first 4 episodes 💀)

After several other kidnappings, we meet who is going to be cyborg 003, who’s kidnapped right in front of her brother who travels to try and find her. i’d also like to bring up the hairstyle for this one as well.

this one’s a BIT more obvious, but this hairstyle might have inspired reiju’s- we’ll probably never know if these were intended design choices, but let’s move on again.

In this next chapter, We get introduced to the powers of the first 8 cyborgs-

001 has an electronic brain

002 can fly to speeds up to mach 5

003 has heightened sensory acuity

004 has his whole body turned into a weapon

005 had armor grafted onto his skin which enhanced his strength

006 can shoot flames from his mouth and burrow through rock

007 can transform into anything

008 does well underwater and has makeshift gills.

now 005 is probably the one with the most in common to the standard germa powers judging from the durability (but that’s a common cyborg trope so idk)

But 004 is interesting as well.

if you look at the photo above, it resembles Yonji’s power (but without the “connectors”)

y’know that thing he can do with disconnecting his arms with the things ( i’m sorry i CANNOT explain this well) Although 004 does not have the things that connect yonji’s limbs still, they are very similar.

Next chapter- Cyborg 009 finally gets made and he is tested-

one thing about his outfit as well as all the other cyborg’s outfits ( which was brought up in sangerie’s post) is that is looks like sora’s outfit.

(the warrior of the sea not sora vinsmoke)

which i find interesting, is it possible that sora was made by germa??? idk. BUT IT COULD HAVE INSPIRED SORA VINSMOKE BEING PART OF GERMA AND ALL THE IRONY IN THAT-

(rant here but i hate 009 like he gets the coolest powers and i get it because he’s the most recent one, but at the same time he’s half japanese so its probably favoritism…)

After 009’s test, he meets the other 8 cyborgs, who immediately detain the scientists who experimented on them and in the beginning of next chapter, they start attacking the scientists 003 (the only girl cyborg) then says that they should not partake in the violence they were made for once the other cyborgs start attacking.

this may just be how all female characters are written but idk man this is giving me reiju vibes 🤷 they then take a scientist as hostage and take 009 with them. i know y’all are probably tired of me talking about hairstyles by now but 009’s kinda looks like yonji’s from the side- (if you’re delusional)

(now that I’m really lookin at it… it kinda looks like stealth b;ack hair but less complicated)

It turns out the scientist that was a hostage is actually allied with the cyborgs and his name is dr gilmore. He realized the work he was doing was inhumane and came up with a whole rebellion plan for the cyborgs.

Gilmore then helps the cyborgs hide out in a cave with him. the cyborgs make dinner and 009 learns their powers. during dinner, 009 talks to gilmore where gilmore states that- “..YOU ARE THE PINNACLE OF CYBER-HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT. MANIFEST IN YOU IS THE SUM OF OUR SUCCESS, VOID OF IMPERFECTIONS, A MASTERPIECE OF WAR TECHNOLOGY.” 009 then responds that he can’t do what [cyborgs] do, prompting this-

yes, gilmore is a good guy in this story but he STILL holds the core belief of the scientists that experimented on them. This whole talk is common in the cyborg scene yes, but it reminds me a lot of sanji who unlike his siblings, voices his awareness more often and doesn’t joke about such things as humanity, such as the scene where the siblings are laughing over their potential deaths (minus reiju but reiju also doesn’t fit into sanji’s place so she’s hard to place on the spectrum)

Humanity is talked about a lot in this chapter, specifically how much humanity can be taken away from you until you are truly a cyborg? or what lengths would people go to prove that they are the strongest nation?

The cyborgs soon get attacked by the black ghost organization trying to get them back. They send non human cyborgs out to defeat them and capture them, but of course our main group of the 9 cyborgs win.

Chapter 8 and 9 don’t have much, so it’s not too important BUT it’s mentioned that the leader of Black ghost MIGHT be a cyborg since he had accelerated (which is just moving really fast so it seems that time has stopped around you and only 009 has been revealed to be able to do this so far). Also in this chapter the cyborgs escape to japan.

In chapter 10, black ghost finds their cyborgs in japan and they’re doing good at fighting back But then Black ghost unleashes their new “weapon” on them-

Cyborg 0010. That’s a stupid name though so we’re just gonna stick with Cyborg 010. 010 has been sent to kill them all, however unlike the other 9 he does not view the other cyborgs as family, as he is stronger than them, and eve THEIR attacks don’t work on him. 010 also has acceleration like 009 because he’s better than them whatever whatever. turns out 010 is actually two cyborgs- plus and minus (y’know how electricity works with a negative and positive charge) they’re then defeated by 009 when he runs them into eachother, as positive and negative charges neutralize power and cyborgs need power.

What’s interesting is the after battle scene.

the two cyborgs who were 010 were brothers, and their last scene is them finally holding hands.

009 acknowledges this, and brings up its kinda fucked that the brothers couldn’t even touch or else they would die. now I AM REACHING BUT LISTEN!!! In the 2001 anime, (and in most adaptations) the 010 brothers have a red and blue color scheme, representing the negative and positive charges.

… NIJI has a blue color scheme possibly representing a NEGATIVE charge of electricity.

(idk what relevance this has but it’s a kinda cool fact I mean I could go into the ichiji and Niji dynamic and how I interpret it but hey I think this is long enough)

IMMEDIATELY AFTER We then get this new cyborg that’s non human looking called 0011 (i’m calling him 011)

it’s revealed he’s given the condition to defeat the cyborgs

so he can be returned to his true body -

of course cyborg 009 tries to use the power of friendship but he gets this response, different from 010’s response of violence towards the pleas-

he considers stopping, but realizes he has to look out for himself. NOW LISTEN I MIGHT BE REACHING AGAIN BUT CONSIDER- in germa the code is basically the weakest get left behind, so basically it’s just “look out for yourself” which is actually a common trope for cyborg characters, but i also find it interesting how after WCI in the germa cover story they defy this “look after for yourself” trope as it’s ichiji and reiju who go out for the other two against judge’s wishes, and it makes you wonder, yes the scientists had created monsters but who is truly the monster in this situation? going back to cyborg 011 he’s defeated pretty quickly and he says this-

Cyborg 009 is a series that truly encapsulates the tropes present in stories about cyborgs, and this one here is common, where it’s painful to live as someone experimented on, risking your own life as you believe it’s lost your value. But there’s more. 011 delivered this speech afterwards-

if you ignore the last two things that 011 says that alludes to the poison rain that’s currently raining down his speech reflects a possibility in the future of one piece. what am i referring to?

hey do you guys remember the death pact 😁

HEAR ME OUT HERE

it would be wonderful if we got to see a speech like this from a character who had been experimented on and could no longer feel (sanji possibly) anyways stopping my rant there before i start going off track, let me wrap up chapter 10 of cyborg 009. So the rain is poison like mentioned earlier and then they get better after a while and yeah that’s it really 🤷

anyways i hope you enjoyed this rant that says 5 things about germa and has me going insane about the rest of it lmk if I should keep readin cyborg 009🧍‍♂️

#one piece #sanji #sanji vinsmoke #germa 66 #ichiji vinsmoke #niji vinsmoke #reiju vinsmoke #yonji vinsmoke

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thatoneapollokidevan · 11 months

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Can i please request rottmnt famous actress! Female! Reader x all boys turtles?

Type; platonic, friendship, HCs.

The plot is about reader who joins April's school & tho everyone are going nuts over her (she's beautiful, have a career & they're fans of her work) the turtles weren't so excited because they thought she would be your everyday stereotype famous actress; spoiled brat, bossy...etc. So imagine their shock when they met her & find how of sweetheart, caring person she is.

I love this <3

Actress

Rottmnt x fem! Reader platonic

M/N = Movie’s name

C/N = Character name

• You were new to this school

• Since you’ve been homeschooled your hole life bc of you being an actress you were very excited

• The day you came you were already overwhelmed

“Omg Is that actually Y/N”

”isn’t she the girl that played C/N in M/N”

• As much as you were happy people thought you were a good actress you knew that people would take advantage of this

• It’s been a week at this school and you were pretty tired

• You haven’t talked to anyone making some people thinking you were rude

• That was until you got randomly paired up with this girl named April

• you were pretty awkward bc you weren’t used to this situation

• As much as you tried you couldn’t say

“i can do this” or “let me do this and you can do that”

• it made you believe you were rude and i think April thought so to bc that same day she went to the turtles to talk about this

“It was so annoying she didn’t do anything nor tried to help” she said laying down on the sofa

“Ugh i hate those people” Donnie said

“How could she think that is okay i mean you- she- ugh i can’t think right now” Mikey said

(bc i hc him to get really frustrated and might even cry when he can’t really word what he’s thinking)

“are you sure she just isn’t shy” Raph said obviously trying to be more mature of the hole situation

“Yo April next time ya’ see her look her straight into the eyes and say: You’re NOT the boss of me and you also need to help” Leo said with his hands on her shoulders”

“okay next time i meet her ill just say that*

*time skip to a couple days later*

• You were both at Aprils apartment to do the assignment

• You were still awkward bc this was a very new situation

• just when you were about to speak April suddenly interrupts you

“hey i know you’re an actress or whatever but that does NOT give you an excuse to be rude to people” she tried to be more calm but it still came out as a pretty harsh tone

“Y-yeah sorry” you said and started to work

*skip to after the sun went down*

•the turtles and April were out playing basketball as usual

“I GOT IT” Mikey said but then the ball bounced of the basket

“Great job Mikey” Leo said sarcastically

“Leo don’t be mean” Raph said noticing Mikey was pretty upset about it

• little did they know you were there going on a walk with your neighbours dog

• You saw the hole think happen and even though they were literally mutant turtles you saw that they were upset

• you tied the dog to a lamppost while you started to climb that tree

*the next day*

•since it was Saturday you decided to just walk to Aprils apartment you brought some homemade baked goods to apologise to April and give her the ball so she could give it to her friends

•when you knocked you got no response so you decided to open the door to be met by April and the four turtles

• They were staring at you like ‘why tf are you here’ kinda look

“I’m sorry to interrupt but i saw that you lost your basketball and i just wanted to give it back” you said not looking at them bc otherwise you would get to nervous

“Aw sweet” Mikey basically yelled

•They were pretty shocked you would even do anything like this bc they thought you were rude

“oh April I’m sorry i didn’t hell that much on the project but here” you place a basket on the floor that smelled amazing

“why are you doing this i thought you didn’t like me?” April asked

“well i- i dont dislike you i was just kinda nervous for the project and i- I’m sorry i came of as rude” you said

• they noticed you’re very serious and not just doing it bc you had nothing better to do

Let’s say they liked you more then they thought

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yay I’m done and I’ll maybe do a part 2

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #platonic rottmnt #rottmnt x reader platonic #fem reader

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cookiesandbiscuits · 10 months

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Hello.If it's don't bothering you may i ask headcanons Kalego x Fem! Human! Assassin! Reader as Yor Forger from Spy x family.If you don't watch this one, then how you imagine yourselves relationship Kalego and Fem! Human! Assasin! Reader. I think it's kinda cute he is guardian dog and she is the soldier-protector of her country

Hi!!! Thank you for asking! It's not a bother at all, really ^^

I enjoy writing stuff for other people to enjoy, hence why I created this blog aside for my hyperfixation ramblings.

I did watch the show until the 9th episode and read the manga until the 58th chapter (I got busy with school so I can't finish it yet :'D). Honestly, I understand how Yor got her fame in the fandom (I love seeing a badass female character that's also pretty soft on the inside)

It's been a while since I wrote a headcanon tho... Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Happy reading!

Soft but Deadly: A Dating Headcanon

Pairing: Kalego Naberius x Fem! Human Assassin! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: might be a bit OOC and out of order (I blanked out in some parts, oops 😬 damn my sleep-deprived brain); Narnia Naberius is such a jerk here (I'm still salty about what he did to Iruma in that chapter) not proofread

MASTERLIST

Dating Kalego is a very interesting experience. Expect to have numerous discussions about your shared interests.

He is a very romantic person on the inside (lemme have my romantic Kalego okay?)

He'll be taking you out on a date whenever your schedules align. And he'll be gentlemanly about it. Dinner dates, a trip to an opera house, and the like are the typical setting for the dates that he planned. However, that doesn't mean that it's boring. He makes sure that you'll enjoy the dates to the fullest because you only deserve the best of the best.

In short, dates planned by him can get a bit fancy for your taste. That's why you make sure that he also get to experience new things in life.

Dates planned by you are simple yet enjoyable enough for the two of you. Picnics, travel dates, movie dates, and the like are the things on your list.

He enjoys the massages you offer to him when you know he's tired from work. You just know what points to focus on to make him loosen up (due to the nature of your job)

He does not bat an eye on your job as an assassin. But that doesn't stop him from worrying about your safety. He'll be the one who'll take care of the wounds you got from your latest mission. He'll be scolding you while dressing them though.

When you told him about the nature of your job, he first thought that you were pulling his leg. You were so gentle with others, how can you have such a profession as your job?

But after seeing the serious look on your face, he knew you weren't joking around. Well, it's okay. He can live with the fact that the love of his life lives a double life as an assassin.

Before the start of your relationship, Kalego used to be so cold, bordering on mean to you. But that didn't stop you from admiring the demon, even though it was evident that he did not return the same sentiments.

So you were surprised when he asked you out on a date one day. He had liked you for a while now, but he doesn't know how to tell you.

The only reason that he asked you out was that Balam was pressuring talked him out to confess to you.

And apparently, he got fed up with his friend's nagging that it gave him the courage to ask you out.

He can be subtly protective of you in public. But this becomes more prominent after you reveal to him that you were human.

He knows that you are capable of defending yourself from physical harm, but you can't use magic, so you won't be able to save yourself when your opponent used their magic on you.

He wonders how you got into the Netherworld in the first place, but he doesn't ask you about it. He knows that you'll tell him once you're ready.

But like all relationships, the two of you also experienced a lot of setbacks, mainly from his brother Narnia.

I saw it, you saw it. We all know how Narnia feels about humans from that chapter. So naturally, he's against his brother's relationship with you.

For some reason, Kalego's older brother discovered your secret and was very obvious about his prejudices. But your boyfriend defended you from him, claiming that it doesn't matter to him whatever your race is.

Kalego doesn't play around when he decided to enter into a relationship with you. He does not date around just for fun, no. He is serious about you and considers asking for your hand in marriage in the future.

Once he made it clear to his brother, Narnia decided to back off. He still does not like you but he also doesn't want his brother to resent him.

While Kalego was thankful when his brother got the message, you also knew his plans for the future now. Well, it doesn't matter. It's not like you'd refuse him when he finally asks the question, no?

#mairimashita iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #m!ik fanfic #kalego naberius #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #kalego x reader #kalego naberius x reader #m!ik kalego #cookie writings

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yourlocallygrowngay · 5 days

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Pearl in Unworthy Hands

(3268 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Reader, Molly O' Shea/female reader

Characters: Molly O'Shea, Dutch van der Linde, Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Reader

Additional Tags: molly x female reader, angst (obviously. have you played the game), also very much fluff, my girl gets spoiled, as she should, never enough lesbians, molly leave that old creep, molly gets stolen away from dutch, by someone who truly loves her, Kissing and making out, Drunken Kissing, molly discovered the wonderful world of kissing women, Lesbian awakening, or bi awakening (see it however you want), reader is strong, and kinda butch, but i left her vague so you can project on her

Summary:

Sick and tired of seeing Molly being mistreated by Dutch, reader decides to take matters into her own hands, much to Dutch's dismay.

Beta reading, title and prompt by @red-dead-bisexual. Thank you sm for your contribution!

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There was just something so enchanting about Miss O’ Shea. Nobody else at camp seemed to attract your interest in the same way. You sneaked glances at her, lying in your cot in the humid mornings, one eye open to watch her lace up her boots, brush her gorgeous red locks and put on her favorite necklace. She was the boss’s prize, an untouchable jewel, much like the ruby nestled in gold above her chest. And yet, Dutch Van der Linde didn’t see it that way. Not anymore: they fought every day, multiple times a day, and he refused to listen to her pleas.

“Dutch, I just want to help you!” she cried, exasperated. Her eyes were glazed and widened, trying to get his attention. But he didn’t see her.

“You want to help? Then JUST. BE. QUIET!” the leader’s harsh words cut deep through her. You could see it by the way she let her expression fall, tears silently streaming down her freckled cheeks.

You watched, boiling with rage as he stormed off, leaving Molly sitting in their tent, head in her hands. You wanted to make her feel better, because she didn’t deserve this. Such a beautiful, sweet young woman should be revered, the ground she walks on worshipped, her body and emotions treated with utmost care and gentleness. You resented Dutch deeply for subjecting her to this treatment. It’s true, that was a rather stressful period, having to move once again to escape the Pinkertons, still breathing down the gang’s neck. But that didn’t justify his behavior at all.

To make things worse, the other girls didn’t seem to like Miss O’ Shea very much, always talking behind her back and turning her away when she tried to vent to them. Apparently, she was “a society lady now, too high and mighty for the likes of us”. You didn’t care. If given the chance, you would’ve given Molly everything she wanted, at the cost of stealing from the President or die trying. You were completely, utterly in love with her.

But you were a woman. A poor one, at that. You could not, in fact, give Molly what she wanted. And yet, a small yet stubborn part of you kept trying to get her to see you. Maybe… just maybe, she could accept the comfort you’re willing to give her.

One evening, you gathered up your courage and walked up to her. She was standing alone on the pier, watching the lake. She rubbed her arms and shoulders, freezing in the chilly evening breeze, her shawl not doing much to shelter her from the cold. Everyone else was around the campfire warming up with a drink, or in their cots fast asleep.

You approached from behind, clearing your voice avoid frightening her, placing your warm coat on her shoulders. She turned towards you in surprise. She looked otherworldly bathed in the moonlight, her braid and the strands that framed her face painted silver.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you.” You blushed softly, thanking your lucky stars that it was too dark to notice.

“Don’t mention it, Miss O’ Shea.”

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of being Miss O’ Shea to you all. Please, call me Molly.”

You loved hearing her speak, her thick Irish accent music to your ears. Her voice was just as lovely as she was, deep and velvety, and you wished you heard more of it. You granted her wish, making her feel at your same level as she visibly relaxed her shoulders and her features, her lips curling into a coy smile.

“So, Molly, what are you doing all alone in the cold?” you asked, watching the stillness of the lake. The other woman sighed, moving her gaze to the water as well.

“I’m not wanted there.” She stated coldly. You could see her stiffening up again under your coat, putting on a mask to hide her hurt feelings. You could see right through her. You had observed her mask slipping on and then off, depending on who she’s with. More often than not, Molly kept the act up to appear strong and unbothered. But the recent problems with Dutch had weakened her spirit, and you caught her looking sad more often than you’d like.

Unfortunately, that was true. People didn’t like her at camp. They all kept their distance, be it for her demeanor, or the fact that she was Dutch’s. Maybe she didn’t see it, but Dutch was so possessive that the men preferred to stay away from her, not wanting one look or word directed at her to be misinterpreted.

“I’d want you there.” You replied before even realizing what you said. Molly turned to look at you, puzzled. What could possibly make you want to hang out with her? She wanted to know why.

“It’s not fair that you’re always by yourself.” That was the best you could come up without admitting you liked her. Molly nodded knowingly, a bitter smile on her lips.

“So it’s pity, then.” something in your words confirmed her suspicions: you just felt bad for her. Oh, look everyone! Look at poor Miss O’ Shea, all alone and miserable! That’s what she deserves, for pushing everyone away! The recent events had chipped away at her self-esteem, so much so that she was completely blind to appreciation. Everyone disliked her, so that must have meant she was the problem.

You raised your hands, rushing to correct her. “O-of course not! Miss… I mean, Molly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. That’s all!” Fuck. This wasn’t going very well. You hanged your head, anticipating her telling you to leave.

But she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking at you with one tilted eyebrow.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Dutch, apparently.” She surprised herself with her own words. It was like she could no longer control what came out of her mouth. She turned back to the moonlit lake, her voice unsteady. “He doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

As Molly cried softly, you stood there with an aching heart. It was painful, seeing the woman you loved suffering, but it was even more painful to see her in this state because of a man. You wrapped her in your arms, half expecting her to throw you off the pier. Instead, she hugged you tight, clinging desperately to you as her tears kept falling, wetting your shirt. She nestled her head in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back, trying to relieve her pain for a brief moment. You heart was racing, and you thought it might’ve exploded. She was so close you could smell her perfume, a sweet, flowery scent that suited her so well. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, memorizing it for the tougher times, when you were away from her.

You two slowly separated after what seemed like ages. Her makeup was ruined, charcoal and eyeshadow melted on her cheeks, but you still found her as lovely as she always was.

She coyly thanked you and rushed away to her tent, wiping the color off her face. You stood there, watching her go, seemingly unable to move. A gust of wind made you tremble, but your coat was still on her shoulders.

Molly came up to you the next afternoon, as you were trying to untangle the fishing line of Kieran’s fishing pole, muttering all sorts of swear words. She timidly greeted you and handed you the coat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

You dropped what you were doing so fast when you saw her. That day she was particularly gorgeous: her hair was all done up into meticulous curls that cascaded onto her shoulders and her green corset blouse hugged her body perfectly, giving you some nasty thoughts you hastily tried to shake off. That was not the time to think about Miss O’ Shea, that pretty green blouse on the floor of the tent, mapping the freckles on her body with your fingers…

“Hey, are you still there?” she waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

She clasped her hands behind her back, a hint of a smile on her red lips. She wanted to thank you for last night, for… keeping her warm.

You fondly remembered your hug. “It was my pleasure. How are you doing today?”

That familiar sadness briefly returned in her green eyes. “A bit better. I think… no, it’s not right for me to ask” she waved off her idea, beginning to walk away. You gently grabbed her arm and invited her to tell you what she meant.

“Please, tell me. If it’s something I can do, I’ll gladly do it.” you smiled reassuringly and Molly looked down, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Would you… maybe… take me to Rhodes?” She explained that she was tired of being confined at camp and would appreciate a change of scenery. “I know it’s a lot to ask, you’re always so busy…” she looked down at the messy tangle of fishing poles on the sand.

“I can always ask Uncle to do it. Wouldn’t hurt him to work for a change!” you exclaimed, in his direction. He jolted awake from his alcoholic slumber and glared at you. You picked up the tangled mess and threw it at him, then beckoned Molly to follow you.

“Hey, you’re the new one! It’s you job!” Uncle tried to protest, but you and Molly were already approaching your horse, a white Roan Nokota named Cloud, ready to take off.

“Hi, sweet girl!” you greeted her, giving her a snack and petting her long neck. Molly watched intently, admittedly jealous of the treatment the horse was receiving. Oh, how she wished for you to call her that…

‘Don’t be ridiculous now, Molly. She will never see you that way’, she reminded herself, her smile disappearing into her thoughts.

“Here, let me help you get on” you offered, carefully picking her up and hoisting her onto Cloud’s back. Then you climbed in the saddle and took the reins, guiding the horse to the dirt road leading out of Clemens Point.

You rode silently for a while. Molly was too busy feeling flustered, thinking about her secret crush sweeping her off her feet with ease, a moment she kept replaying inside her head. She stared at your broad back, at the exposed, toned arms coming out of the rolled-up sleeves, and daydreamt of being lifted and tenderly kissed by the strong woman who came to her rescue when everyone else abandoned her. She imagined your soft lips on hers, smudging her lipstick, getting it on yours too and making such a mess, and she didn’t care. She dreamt of you retiring to your tent, undressing each other, getting so close you could hardly breathe, the mere thought already making her breathless.

“Are you okay back there?” you yelled, spurring the horse on. Yeah, she was more than okay. She’d never been that okay in her life. This felt like an adventure, like a well needed distraction, like… the start of a new chapter, maybe.

A few minutes later you both arrived in Rhodes. It wasn’t the best place to hang out, but it was the only city that was close to camp. Besides, you didn’t need a fancy place to have fun. You were determined to make Molly have a great day.

You helped her down and she kept her hand in yours, refusing to let go and lacing her fingers with yours. You asked where she wanted to go first.

“Mh…” she thought, swaying your joined hands back and forth and smiling like a child inside a candy shop. “Let’s go to the general store, maybe they have clothes there!”

Molly tried on so many skirts, blouses, vests and accessories and wanted your opinion on each and every one of them. You obviously told her she looked amazing in everything, and she twirled to show off her skirts, laughing, and you giggled at her unbridled joy. You could get used to this, you thought to yourself. Seeing her this happy was like a wholesome balm for your heart.

Her white ankle boots were becoming red from all the dirt, but she didn’t care, because she was with you. And you were away from camp, away from all the worries and frustrations. She was having so much fun, way more than she ever had with Dutch. He always spewed senseless poetry and sappy compliments at her, only ever concerning her looks. They all felt like recycled phrases he used to woo the ladies. But you didn’t, no: when you complimented her you were direct and genuine, and you saw her as a person.

Molly admired you as you browsed the weapons at the gunsmith, emptying the chambers and examining the quality of the materials. She thought you looked so attractive brandishing shotguns and revolvers like a natural gunslinger, and she knew you would gladly use them to protect her. She felt so safe with you by her side, and so grateful you decided to take her with you.

The saloon was you last stop. You ordered food and drinks and talked for hours as you indulged, sitting at the counter, feeling like the only people there. You downed your third shot, hoping to get the courage to reveal your feeling to her, but the words would not come out. You just settled on enjoying the moment with your dear Molly, savoring these last few moments of freedom with her.

You were both getting quite drunk, losing your restraints and getting closer to each other, both physically and emotionally.

“You know, I don’t even love Dutch anymore…” she slurred, throwing the shot glass behind her back. You laughed at the smashing glass and nodded exaggeratedly at her words.

“Fuck Dutch Van der Linde!” you yelled, raising your now empty bottle of beer. You two began chanting this phrase like a mantra until you could no longer speak, the hilarity getting to you and making your stomachs hurt.

“Okay, that’s enough for you two” the bartended warned, shooing the both of you away from the counter.

“Fine, Mister, we’re taking off!” you screamed way too loudly, making him wince.

“Yeah, thank you for the fine night, kind sir!” Molly added, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the saloon.

“Hey! That’s the wrong-“the words died in the bartender’s mouth as you opened the back door. At least you were out of his hair for the night.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back” Molly confessed, slumping against the wall, following the last carriages leaving town with her eyes, gaze filled with melancholy.

“Me neither. I wish this day would never end” you sighed, the booze making you way too honest.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” She took your hands and pulled you close to her so that you were pushing her against the wall of the Parlor House.

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous as she placed your hands around her waist and hers around your neck. You faces were so close all you could do was whisper, your voice trembling as your heart raced in realization.

“I want you to kiss me, miss” the redhead pleaded, looking up into your eyes with an angelic expression. There was something else behind those jade eyes: sadness, desire, maybe a little bit of shame. But not an ounce of guilt.

“We’re not supposed t-” you protested, but you shut your eyes and you could feel Molly’s breath on your lips and her breasts rest against yours. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so wrong. How could it be? You were about to kiss the person you loved. Were you so stupid to let the fact that she was a woman stop you?

‘Not a chance’, you thought. Next thing you knew, you were leaning into the kiss, letting yourself go and savoring her over and over again, until you were tasting everything, from the whisky she drank to the lipstick she wore, now smeared on both your open mouths as you desperately made out, an invisible force keeping you glued to each other until you could no longer breathe and regretfully had to pull yourselves apart. Enough time to get some air in your lungs and you were already all over each other again, Molly’s hair in you mouth and your tongue in hers, your desire growing more and more as she emitted little moans of delight, totally lost in a pleasure the likes of which she never experienced before. It was nothing like kissing a man. No, this was better! You were softer, and you tasted amazing, and your grip didn’t bruise her hips. Her mind was opening to a world of new possibilities, and she wanted you to guide her through it.

“We should go… Dutch will be worried” you exhaled, breathless, and Molly’s disappointed gaze drove a knife through your heart. It hurt you to stop, too, but you couldn’t stay there all night. You couldn’t give her what she wanted in the back of Rhodes Parlor House. You wanted to do things right by her.

“We’ll go out again. I promise” you lifted her face upwards to gaze into her eyes and caressed her cheek. She smiled sadly and nodded. “You promised. I will remember you did.”

You got on Cloud and she took the both of you home. The trip was silent, but hopeful. You two had each other now. It was going to be difficult and painful, but you were ready to do it all for Molly O’ Shea, and she felt the same. Before you rode back into camp, Molly helped you wipe her lipstick off your face with a handkerchief and you walked the rest of the way to make as little noise as possible, sneaking in more kisses while you were in the thick of the brush, already dreading having to sleep apart. You both greeted Lenny as you came in and Molly rushed to bed while you hitched Cloud up.

As you walked to your cot, you saw Dutch standing in front of their tent, glaring and following you with his eyes. You approached him, the rest of the alcohol left in your body giving you the guts to face him.

“Good evening, boss!”

Dutch blinked a few times, incredulous. “First of all, it’s the middle of the night” he growled. “Secondly, what were you thinking, bringing Miss O’ Shea out of camp?”

“She needed a day out, Dutch. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s been miserable here.” You chose not to hide the passive-aggressiveness in your tone. You had enough of this fool.

“She could’ve gotten hurt!” Not that he cared. This was his way of telling you to back off from his property.

“I was there, and I was armed.” you replied sternly, gripping at your gun belt.

Dutch sighed and turned to see Molly sleeping peacefully in her cot, a big smile on her face. Then turned around and shot you a venomous look. “Don’t you dare tell me what she needs. That does not concern you, miss.”

“It will, if you keep neglecting her like that.” you replied, threatening him back. You walked away while that pathetic man stood there, seething in anger and storming off like a moody toddler. Now he had competition and, oh boy. He did not like it.

#molly o' shea x reader #molly o'shea #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #molly o' shea x female reader #f/f fanfic #molly lovers rejoice #stealing my girl #i wanna see her thriving i love her sm #my beautiful wife #check this out on a03 too if you liked it #appreciate all the interactions on there #and on here of course #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 community

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ablobwhowrites · 1 year

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splat comforts: a long day

(non yandere) head canons of the Splatoon idols or other characters that might come in this series making food after you had a long day and I will make a yandere version don't worry:) and sorry if I used the same color Tumblr don't give me much options and yes I'm working on your guys request and adding some new yandere's to the field. But you can request this series call 'splat comforts' and request it to be yandere or non yandere so yeah👍

Callie

Callie can cook but ...she can't really pay attention very well as she gets easily distracted so she goes to marie to cook as Callie has many games for you and her to play, and has Marie join as you too play doom eternal and lay in bed when there's no songs needing to be recorded or sung so Marie and Callie just lay in bed as you sleep after a good meal and a good game

Marie

Marie kinda takes care of everything after you called her about the bad day, so she went to the store and to crusty sean to get some snacks for you to enjoy while watching movie. And gets dinner ready and when you two eat she listens to you vent about stuff that happens, you too rant about your days as it's a healthy thing to listen to your partners about things that happened, then when it's night she puts in movies and borrows the games that Callie borrowed form her but forgot to give back. And just cuddle as a movie plays in the background then Callie ends up in the cuddle session because either she couldn't find a stuffed animal she like to sleep with or just wants to cuddle.

pearl

Pearl knows how to cook, she cooks for you and marina cause when you joined their relationship she kinda thought it was her responsibility to cook cause marina deals with music and publishing costs and you deal with other stuff to earn extra money and pearl kinda calls Marie to see if she can borrow a cook book and stuff then it just ends up with Marie coming over to show pearl how to cook. Pearl is shockingly good at baking as she sees marina always eyeing sweets in splatsville shops and how you kinda pick up mixing powder and look at cookies, cakes, cupcakes and candy. Pearl may not know how to make candy but she can definitely bakes. Marina comes home first and likes to take pictures of pearl mid cooking and not the food when it's done cause pearl gets annoyed when the food is hot but it gets cold cause of the pictures. Pearl asks marina if she can help with a little thing when you come back from work and when you come back you see food hot a ready on the coffee table with a movie ready to be played and pearl in pj's with marina

Marina

Marina knows a little about cooking but pearl mainly does the cooking as marina does have a lot on her plate too, and after dinner was ready you came in tired but smelling pearls food you decide to eat then go to bed for the next day and marina decided to go out and get some stuff at the splatsville mall getting some games, clothes and movies. Coming home you'd see that pearl or any of her food ready on the table but just thinking they had a concert and we're tired so taking off your coat and shoes walking to your shared bedroom and shocked to see a little fort on the bed as a movie about to begin with pearl and marina in pj's about to eat with one plate of food not touched and ready to eat, while after eating and watching movies the three of you fall asleep cuddling as tomorrow marina called in your work for a sick day

Frye, shiver, big man (disclaimer big man isn't in a romantic relationship with shiver or Frye but is their as kinda a emotional and friend support and big man likes to be their with his gay friends but I don't write for female reader, only gender neutral and male okay?)

frye makes traditional foods and loves cooking as she gets some foods from other countries as she loves to travel and making the food makes her feel like she's traveling all over again, and seeing you stress as you come back home Frye immediately asks what’s wrong and when she heard your whole day she became sad at how hard you’ve been working even though she is a idol in splatsville she understands you wanting to help out a little so she gets her lover shiver to help with your self care week and big man in on it too. Shiver orders some spa and other thing that are needed for a self care week they go into the bedroom and making the bed as comfortable as possible before you get home setting up things in the bathroom to either a shower or a full blown bath as they like to prepare for both and gets in comfortable clothes as do Frye and big man just puts on fuzzy socks with a little nightcap but depends . Big man do as he might...can't cook but doesn't stop him from trying but Frye got the cooking down as shiver alright has the self care preparations down to a T, so big man waits till you get home kinda helps you with your stuff and sense he's big, fyre tells big man to kinda distract you as Frye gets the plates off food and stuff up into the room and big man is good at it then fyre kinda gives the signal and big man just scoops you up and carries you to the room and the four of you kinda just have a fun time watching movies and doing shivers face mask and after y'all lay down on big man and big man puts his big fins as a big blanket to keep him and the three of you warm

(IM SO SORRY BROS, IVE BEEN SO BUSY BUT IM WORKING ON THE REQUESTS AND OF YOU STILL GOT SOME PLEASE SEND THEM FOR ME TO DO LATER CAUSE MY WRITING ADDICTION...an I'll do thsi as. A series of y'all want just request for certain ones if you want -from blobs)

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mnoxsk · 2 years

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Hey dude 💕 idk what your rules are or what characters you do/won’t do but can I make a demon slayer request with [whichever male hashira(s) you want] where reader is like the complete opposite of them??

Like for example: Sanemi dating (or crushing on🤨💕) a reader who is patient, kind, just a really nice guy tbh

Or Rengoku dating (or again, crushing on 💕) a reader who is non-energetic, just kinda 😐, basically think of them as that meme “someone will die 😐” “OF FUN 😊”

I always loved the “complete opposites” couple trope and thought this would be really cute :)

Again, any male hashira(s) you want bro 🫶

AHAHA NO CUZ OPPOSITE COUPLES TROPE IS SO CUTE <33 Anyways thanks for the request! ^0^ Also this will be a x MTF(male to female)!Reader so I hope you don't mind!

Characters: Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Platonic!Muichiro Tokito

Genre: Fluff/Headcannons

Summary: How they are with you, when you’re MTF, How they are without you

-You would usually be the one talking most of time however to his surprise he doesn’t needs to talk anyways because you can just read him mind well and is gentle with you! Like during travelling when you’re ordering for each other you won’t even need to say a word because you’ll do it all! However if you’re tired to talk for him and are sleeping he won’t even bear to go outside to try and order! HE’LL JUST WATCH YOU SLEEP THE WHOLE TIME!

-There are very few times you get rude remarks of you “looking like a female but born a male” BUT THIS MAN IS ALL FOR YOU AND EXPECT THEM TO BE ON THE VERGE OF DEATH FROM SAYING THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE A WOMAN! One time that Sanemi had said that to you (but not out of any rudeness but just confused) and Giyuu was busy staring somewhere else AND JUST SUDDENLY STARES AT HIM, LOWKEY SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!

- I’m sorry but there are really few times where you aren’t with this man! He sleeps in your own home, travel together, and the only time you aren’t with him it’s for a mission. He just misses you the second you’re gone, moping in silence to the people around him! You usually give him so many hugs and kisses and just look so beautiful wearing dresses so when you’re gone his heart is ACHING on how lonely it is. After you come back he’ll most definitely cuddle with you and spend the rest of the day with you, HE EVEN HOLDS YOUR HAND WHILE YOU USE THE BATHROOM!

-He’s always looking out for you! Usually you tend to stay inside, sleeping, or not eating so much, which even though it slightly worries him he doesn’t judge you! He always makes sure you’re comfortable where you sleep or that when eating he brings your favorite! When you’re awake he will talk about your day and the way you listen attentively and asks questions on certain things makes his heart MELT. Not only that but he loves when you’re very touchy, holding hands or cuddling with him no matter where you are!

-There’s not very many times where this happens, really! Rengoku is just a friendly man all around and every body loves a friendly man however when it’s said to you he does get a bit defensive for you BUT TO THE PERSON SAYING ASWELL! MAIN REASON: YOU’LL BEAT THE SH*T OUT OF THEM AND JUST BAD MOUTH THEM! Rengoku just subconsciously sweats HARD whenever it’s said out of their mouth!

“I’ll get all that you have in your store!” Rengoku smiles confidently as the food vendor smiles happily. “You chose the right place, you won’t regret it!” However when saying that he sees Rengoku holding someone’s hand, his “girlfriend”, you. The vendor whispers to Rengoku, “Though that’s your girlfriend? She looks like a man.” A sudden ominous feeling strikes them, feeling it from behind Rengoku, whose slightly sweating while smiling, you. “What’d you say, basic b*tch?” Rengoku is already regretting going to this food vendor, seeing you crack your knuckles.

-When you’re gone he may seem to act and look the same the same but THIS MAN IS IMPATIENTLY WAITING FOR YOU TO BE BACK! Even though he knows how capable you are, taking care of yourself whether at home or during a mission, HE JUST WANTS TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU! :( <3 When he’s back on his mission, he’ll tell you everything that happened! From the condition to the whether to how he slayed that demon and helped those people! However for you if you came back from a mission he wants to know what happened (but if you’re too tired to even talk he’ll help prepare your sleeping area and watch you sleep to make sure you’re comfortable)!

-This man IS TOO BUSY COUNTING HIS CLOUDS AND YOU’RE JUST TALKING TO HIM? Well I wouldn’t be upset at you because he SURPRISINGLY LISTENS!? Of course it’s not all of it but he listens to the part he considers important! When he forgets certain things you always remind him or retell the story so he won’t need to remember which he considers it nice!

-During his cloud shape sessions he sometimes hears you talk about the rude remarks that some people have made about you “not being a girl” with a sad face but quickly trying to change the topic WHICH THIS MAN WILL NOT LET YOU! He wants to comfort you and will let you get it all out to the point you’re crying and he’ll comfort you with hugs and next time going with you, AND THIS MAN WILL LITERALLY ARGUE WITH THEM HOWEVER NOT EVEN SAYING A WORD BUT OUTSMARTING THEIR LOGIC WHEN HE DOES!

-When you’re gone he usually tries to just do more spacing out sessions so that he won’t need to worry about you and feel as if time hasn’t moved so when he sees you it’ll feel like a couple minutes to him. :( <3 However there are a couple times where he misses hearing your voice when he is spacing out so expect that when you’re there with Muichiro at a distance he’ll immediately know, looking at you and then walking to you, and just hugging you!

#anon #anons welcome #demon slayer x reader #giyuu x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader #fluff #headcannon #demonslayer fluff #demonslayer headcannons #kny fluff #kny headcanons #mtf women #mtf

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bbnibini · 5 months

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apothecary diaries anon here again! yeeees, the amount of times i've thought 'this would make a great icon/meme' while reading the manga is amazing! pretty sure most of them are of maomao too haha. (very tempted to edit her and jinshi into the 'woman screaming at cat in restaurant' meme lol) aaaa, don't get me started on how female friendships are treated in fiction; a story app i play keeps on having so many 'rivalries' or 'pretended to be your friend but isn't' plots, but it's almost always with women! like, no, can't i just befriend the characters??? have lovely friendship scenes??? i cry

unfortunately, i haven't had a chance to watch the anime of apothecary yet, i've just seen gifs and screencaps of it. instead, i binged over 10 chapters of the manga when i first messaged you, then another 10 the day after lol. i think i know the triggering plot point you're talking about though; like you say, it's amazing how they put all these dark details in the story, but handle the topic well and sprinkle it into the world building/character backstories. i'm at chap 26 rn, and i'm super interested in a certain character who just showed up + their motivations. (ooh, i'll check out ascendance of a bookworm too; sounds like my cup of tea!)

ah, as for the light novels, i looked it up on amazon (the only place i know where to buy light novels in the uk) and there's a physical release date for next year! i understand what you mean abt LN vs manga collecting; i like having a physical book in my hand for novels, but having digital copies for manga.

thank you for your reply before; it was fun to read!

🐱🍃 - (emojis that remind me of maomao)

Aniwkwkdkdk I REALLY NEED TO READ THE MANGAAAA maybe I should go the same route as you and just buy manga digitally and novels physically cause there were some manga I bought that I kinda regret buying physicals of. 🥲 (By that I mean I don't reread them as much and it feels awkward to read manga physically? Is it just me?? Maybe I got used to longscrolling in manhwa lol)

Right?? I can't judge the manga cause I haven't read it but in the anime, the tone is wonderfully executed and it's the right balance of exposition and pacing. WAIT WHAT REALLY?? OMG next year fr?!?!? if that's the case I'm gonna continue gatekeeping my digital copies and wait for the physicals! 😭 Thank you for this info!! (I only use my digital copies for annotating and for reading in bed. Idk ik I'm weird. If I really like the series I buy the soft copy and hardcopy wkjdkdkdkdk).

Honestly it's why I got tired of shoujo isekai. They always pit women against each other over some guy. It's so hard to find good series in that genre anymore cause they almost all have the same formula. I want my female MCs but I don't want any of the unnecessary catfighting. I just really hate how that side of the community has blatant misogyny cause you know fr they won't treat a morally ambiguous and handsome male character in that way. :/

Let 👏 women. Support women! 👏 (The emojis are really cute! ;v; <3 I just realised her name sounds like a cat's meow! That's so cute omg)

#ask #kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #and sorry if i sound weird in my typing i haven't gotten any sleep yet. work is rough lol #hope you enjoy ascendance of a bookworm! the anime...exists (i don't really recommend starting with it)#the manga and especially the LN is wayyyy better

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I feel same way about ons as you :') I got into it because of gureshin it's been long since I already lost interest alas. I was wondering what do you think of characters like guren shinoa mika & krul? I really liked them back then but now I'm really disappointed with how author wrote them since past few years & weirdly fandom still tries to act as if nothing wrong with them but "people didn't read correctly"

hello!! :D

i'm sorry that so many others seem to be suffering the same way i am, but it's also a little reassuring. at least we're not alone in our misery.

and i think answering your question will be quite fun!

well guren, obviously i love guren. he's so sad and pathetic and tired and broken he's like a wet cat. the way he loves, the way he does terrible things and hates himself for it but does it anyway because he knows he has no other choice, it's so intriguing and painful. i love it. there's aspects that bother me when reading the novels, like when i cannot for the life of me grasp why he is doing what he's doing, or when he's being an arrogant asshole. but then i read the paragraphs my friends have written about him and love him with my whole heart again. i think they called it blorbo-in-law, that fits it quite well.

but i feel like i need to mention, i totally get why people got so mad with him recently. the way it was handled with the kids just immediately forgiving him again after one word was just... not good. i wasn't kidding when i said i wanted him to be more evil. it was a lot more exciting when him and mahiru first started that "let's betray everyone" stizzle and we weren't sure if he was actually going to harm anyone. it was serious, oh the suspense! now he's just our friend guren again. let him go batshit insane. please. he's not a saint, and he doesn't need to be.

at this point the only one i can trust to truly judge and be mad at him for more than half a panel is shinya. and that's a little odd. also he's currently in eeby deeby.

ohh shinoa! i used to like her a lot. it's only natural, i guess, since she is so similar to shinya. i always thought her to be a less extreme version of him - shinoa was also trained to be numb and hide herself behind jokes and smiles, but she seems to retain more of her emotions than he does. she's scared of dying, she's not much of a killing machine, and she is very much capable of developing actual romantic feelings for someone. wow, shinoa!

now, the problem is the toxic view of love that mahiru drilled into her head, and how the story will adress that, if at all. i don't mind her crush on yuu, it's her proof of not being dead inside or worthless or meant to be alone. but the way she acts on it is quite selfish. she's taking after her sister a little too much for my liking lately. "i will get yuu back, even if i have to kill mikaela to do it", alright miss mini mahiru. chill.

i would very much like someone to drill some sense into her head.

as for mika, he was my favourite for quite some time. i'm afraid i can't speak on him anymore, though, since he's kinda wiggled himself out of my field of interest. younger me would be going insane over his angel self... but now, i actually don't have anything to say about him. he exists. he's a massive scapegoat. i wish we could have seen him bond with shinoa squad.

krul is great solely because she's somehow the only female character who doesn't have a crush on some guy. hooray for vampirism! i don't have that many thoughts on her either, but i do adore her. she treated mika fairly well, she acted against vampire laws, she was more trustworthy than others. and god, that chapter where she was turned into a vampire was so awful, i loved it. more of an ashera-perspective probably, but still! as i've mentioned, i'm not a fan of her and all the black demons having been angels before, so i can't bring myself to look forward to their reunion as much as i used to. but i'd still like to see it.

#luna posting things too early part 73 probably #this was fun to think about! even though i couldn't really come up with much for mika and krul #i hope it's not too little TwT #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #guren ichinose #shinoa hiiragi #krul tepes #hehe i love asks. thank you everyone you are contributing enrichment to my enclosure

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i’m getting tired of anime

lol so my interest in anime over the years has doubled down a lot because i began realizing that a lot of animators and mangakas are extremely male dominated and very problematic. anime just tends to have a brand that i find very off-putting for a number of reasons, especially because they aim their craft at young boys and i think there’s just something morally questionable about having silent predators as inspiration or role-models for a growing generation.

i began to take breaks from anime when i began to realize exactly how misogynistic it is. what was a red flag for me was realizing this weird trend where teenage girls are matured and hypers*xualized, yet adult female characters are sexualized while being infantilized at the same time? so for instance, i’ll be seeing a character who’s 28 but looks and sounds like 10 while still being s*xualized? it’s a mindfuck. in addition, something that anime tends to glamorize a lot is p*dophile culture. i remember when lol*tas were a big thing and that got exposed really quick.

then another thing that really made me begin to have contempt for the anime and manga industry was realizing that anime has a long list of anti black caricatures. at first, i brought the whole homogenous excuse but seeing that there are few animes that depict black characters correctly and wholesomely made me realize that a lot of the racist art is done intentionally. especially if its done by artists who are supposedly skilled in anatomy and all that. sigh. but despite all of this, i recently decided that i was going to ease up on anime and give it a chance again and the both times i did, i feel like i would just be better off because i watched perfect blue for the first time with a trans friend of mine and it was a mess that has nothing but abl*ism, tr*nsphobia, and a weird infatuation with r*pe. and apparently from what i was told, s*xual assault is kinda satoshi kon’s brand. a so-called “renowned” and respected animator in japan.

then i’ve been hearing so many people say “omg the promised neverland is so good. watch it. watch it”. so i tried it. i was into it and i thought it was great until lady krone shows up because she straight up screams an updated minstrel caricature to me and im just getting very tired of it. i understand that there are good animes that exist but it shouldn't have to be to the point where if i randomly select an anime i find someone morally questionable about it back to back.

#sa mention

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shoheiakagi · 6 months

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ooooo I'll jump on the nana crossover idea! What are your thoughts about it?

Okay first, taste!!!!

And to be honest, I find Nana soooooooooo much better written than a lot of the popular animangas like naruto. I love how the female characters are fleshed out and have actual flaws, the relationship dynamics, the reality of how toxic some relationships can be, and the dialogue?? *chef’s kiss* Like seriously, the plot may not be adventurous or mysterious, but the characters are so interesting? And don’t get me started on the heartbreak!! Nana x Hachi is my overall favorite ship, but I do like Nana x Ren and I’m still not digesting that Nobu x Hachi breakup 😭😭😭😭

And again, I really love how flawed the female characters are! My problem with female characters in most animes, including the new anime out rn, is that a lot of female characters are very one dimensional. Like before it used to be the damsel in distress/love interest trope, and now its characters whose only trait is being a ‘badass’ yet they’re still getting their asses kicked in major fights and get saved by the male hero. So an anime like Nana, where the female characters are filled with depth AND are the main characters, is so refreshing, especially for someone who doesn’t really read shoujo that much either.

Like for example, a character like Nana is pretty popular in other medias cause theyre usually that tough, cold female character, with a secret heart of gold. The mysterious types who always have their guards up until the end and their character flaw tends to be “traumatized or grew up in a terrible environment so now she’s all introverted and snarky to most people” (like raven from teen titans and artemis from young justice. love them, but kinda tired of how most ppl think all well written female characters must be written like them). But what makes Nana unique for me is that she’s selfish, insecure, and controlling.

Same with hachi. Another character trope popular in manga. The sweet, naive girly girl who tends to be the one dimensional primary love interest/damsel in distress for the main hero (orihime from bleach and hinata from naruto). While Hachi is very naive and is prone to falling in love very quick (more like the idea of falling in love), I love how she isn’t written to be 100% all sweet and sugar and nice girl who’s saving herself for marriage with her one true love (that one guy she likes in high school). She’s shallow, self-centered, and emotionally dependent on her love interests, junko, and nana.

Bonus points to womanhood being a main theme here, especially with two female characters who are the opposites of each other in their personality, fashion, background, etc.

I love to think about one of the homra guys, maybe someone like chitose, gets everyone hooked on nana lol. Like he probably overheard a lot of his f*ck buddies and random girls on the streets keep talking about some nana show, so he looks it up and at first loses interest when he realizes its shoujo, but then gets a little curious and wants to know what the hype is (and he lowkey finds the girls hot). So he brings it up to the other guys when they’re all chilling in the bar one day and obviously a lot of them are like, “fuck no, we’re not watching that girly shit” but then totsuka gets interested and he manages to get everyone to sit around the tv and watch the show lol (except for anna since totsuka did some research and found out that there are implied sexual scenes and mature topics). At first, the guys are annoyed at being forced to watch the show (a good chunk of them glaring at Chitose for bringing the topic up), but then suddenly they’re all incredibly invested by like ep 3. A lot of the boys probably talk about which Nana is better or more of their type at first, but then they all probably start shipping the two Nanas and god damn just f*cking kiss her already!!! Not gonna lie tho, I do think some of them are gonna hate on Hachi for leaving Nobu :/ They’re definitely going to sympathize with Nobu, but I just know some of them (Chitose) are probably gonna be like ‘thats what happens when you’re a simp’ 🙄 Overall, I do think most of them will be extremely sad/depressed once they reach the end of the show, not realizing how much this show and its characters impacted them lol

#ask #raventhekittycat #i found my nana kin #this came out veryyyy long lol so sorry for any typos

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 2 years

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Tis, the doctor strange anon ~ 🤍

I was wondering if I could request something ?

✨ prompt ✨ ~ idk maybe like a lil one shot ( if you are comfortable with it )

🌨️ Details 🌨️ ~ reader doesn't sleep alot due to nightmares and one day they get really really really sleepy and they end up falling asleep like standing up or something and strange catches them and takes them to bed ( no smut, I promise, just some fluff bc I'm sick and I need comfort )

🪐 character 🪐 ~ Dr strange ( MCU )

❤️ pronouns ❤️ ~ gender neutral or female !

☄️ message ☄️ ~ thank you !!!!!! You are amazing and appreciated !

*I am so sorry it literally took so so fucking long to write this. I haven’t been posting on tumblr since 2020 just cuz I’ve had so much going on. But here it is. Better late then never! * 🧛Vampire diary quote, don’t miss it. I do not own that line nor the vampire diaries. 🧛 Here goes nothing.. I’m gonna try to make it gender neutral. I’ve never done it before but here goes nothing! 🖤

This is kinda based off the nightmares I have had for the past 5 months. So enjoy that little scary fact.

Pronouns: they/them maybe a she/her if I forget.

A/n: I’ve literally have only had nightmares for months now so I can completely understand all of this soo… I hope you feel better! 🤍🖤

Thanks for the request!

Y/n was tired of the nightmares. They’ve had the same nightmare for the past 5 months. Its always the same two dreams. One is: They are always lost in the woods and the next thing they knows they can’t breath and somethings chasing them. Something that they know can kill them. The next thing they know they’re at a lake and get dragged into the water. Being held down just below the surface. They’re just low enough where they can’t reach the surface. It’s like teasing a fox with a squealing rabbit.

The next dream is back home in (where you’re from). Y/n walks into their friends house to see her brutally murdered. Lying in the floor dead. There’s blood everywhere.

Y/n screams running to their deceased friend just lying on the floor. They tries to do CPR, but nothing works. They sits on their knees crying out for help. They tried to use their healing powers but nothing worked.

They cried out to whoever would listen begging for help. Y/ns friends head turned towards them. Looking them in their y/c/e eyes. Their friends eyes full of anger.

“You could have saved me!” The red haired girl spat wickedly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried!” Y/n sobbed.

“You’re not sorry. You killed me.” With that the red haired woman dramatically falls back over dead.

~```~~

Y/n wakes up with a start. They took shaking breaths as they tried to focus on slowing their breathing. It felt as if a million pounds was on their chest, taking the breath of life away from them.

“Y/n?” Y/n looks up to see Steve Rogers running into the room. He looks very concerned for his sibling.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/n nods as they try to dry their tears.

“No, you’re not. Was it the dreams again?” He questions as he goes over to sit beside them.

Y/n nods as they answers his question, “Its always the same nightmares. It’s always of Violets death. It still bugs be to this day. Hell, it’s been 50+ years and it feels like she died Yesterday. Then I keep having a dream about running in the forest and then drowning. I can’t keep dealing with these nightmares.” Y/n sobs as they cried into Steve’s shoulder.

Y/n started their day by getting a shower after steve had left them. They were so tired of all the nightmares they would start to doze off in the shower. But as soon as their eyes would close flickers of the nightmares would show.

After Y/n showered, they went up stairs for breakfast. Everyone was already there it was very noisy with everyone talking making them wince at the noise.

“Y/n!! Good morning!” Thor’s loud voice boomed as he greeted Y/n a good morning.

They silently groaned, forcing all their emotions down and wore a fake smile that seemed to be real.

“Good morning, Thor!” They greeted with false happiness.

“Would you like some pancakes?” Tony asked as he flipped pancakes in the pan.

“No, thank you. I’ll stick to some (fav breakfast food).” Y/n says as they fix their own food.

After everyone ate their breakfast an alert went to their phones. “It’s Agent Fury, we got a mission.” Rhodey says and everyone quickly put their dishes in the sink and rushed to the meeting room.

“Fury, you needed us?” Tony called out as the group of super hero walks into the meeting room.

“Yeah, we found a small Hydra base in a small town in Virginia. Appomattox, Virginia. Down the road from the civil war surrending grounds there is a small base in the middle of the woods about 10 miles down the road. From the main road it looks like a farm, but truly its an undercover hydra base.”

“Why would hydra be hiding in a random town in Virginia? What’s so special about Appomattox?” Thor questioned fury. Fury shurgged his shoulders and continued.

“The only thing we can guess is they wanted something lowkey. The town is a very rural area. And where they are located not many people would every think hydra were hiding there. It quite literally off a back road that doesn’t get much traffic.”

Y/n looked up from the papers in front of their trying their best to stay awake. They felt a warm hand on their thigh and looked over. Their best friend, Doctor Stephen strange gave them a warm smile. He kept his hand there on their thigh, just above their drawing small patterns. Strange knew this comforted you and he could tell by the bags under their eyes how bad their nightmares continue to be.

“I’m sending Y/n, James, Natasha, and Dr. Strange on this mission. The mission is to break in undetected and get rid (kill) of all the hydra agents. We don’t want the town knowing anything about them. No need to have a whole bunch of rednecks and farmers coming in guns a-blazing.” Fury explained as he pointed out the four.

“When do we leave?” Strange asked fury as he rubbed his temples. The three others who were to be sent on the mission wondering the same thing. “This evening 5:25 sharp is when the Quinn jet will be ready. Mr. Banner will be flying you all.”

“Well that ruins our trip to the fair this evening.” Natasha jokes. She wanted any excuse to not go eat greasy food and play stupid games that were rigged. y/n rolled their (y/e/c) eyes with a giggle. “Nat, we all knew you truly didn’t want to go.” Y/n told Natasha and she smirked with a knowing look.

so after the meeting they had 3 hours to prepare to leave for the mission. Y/n went straight to their room. Squatting beside their bed to grab their weapons from under it. They grabbed two glocks, three tactical knifes which they trained with daily, and ammunition.

They walked to their closet pulling out their uniform they wore on missions. (What I imagined). Moving a couple of winter coats they opened the wall safe. Putting in the 7 didget code they grabbed their Black assault rifle making sure to put extra magazines in her pockets and zipped them so they would lose them.

Y/n got dressed and ready to go. Braiding/ fixing their hair when Steve their brother walked into their bathroom.

”are you sure you are going to be able to do this mission?” Steve asked his sibling. They nodded as they always do and respond with the same thing they’ve said for the past couple years. “Stevie, I’m fine. Yeah I’m a little tired, but I’ll be okay. It’s an easy in and out kinda thing.” They responded sounding like it was just a walk in the park.

“Since when is murdering a whole building of hydra agents a walk in the park?” He raised an eye brow at his younger sibling. “Since I said it was. Anyway, it’s not like it’s a 1,000 of them. No more then 50 and that’s being generous.” Y/n said as they walked out the bathroom to sit on their bed to tie their combat boots (what I imagined the boots looking like.)

“I hope you’re right.” Steve huffed as he put his hands on his hips. Right as Steve was going to continue talking Y/ns name was called through the intercom system. They were ready to go leave for the mission. Y/n hugged their brother and said a goodbye for now and left.

the flight wasn’t very long. Bruce explained on the way what they needed to do in more depth then fury. He explained that he was going to drop them off right outside of the place. They were to break in and get rid of all the agents. Banner had explained that there weren’t many agents there only about 40. It wasn’t even a big base they were quite literally hiding in a barn.

so Y/n put on their safety glasses and their leather gloves. They were ready to go release all their feeling on these people. Barns, and Natasha were too busy flirting to hear what Bruce said about the files hiding there. Which they needed to find. Y/n thought easy peasy. They could do this with their eyes shut.

“Alright natasha, barns you two come in from the back doors. Y/n and I will come in from the front where they can’t escaped. We ambush them find the files and no outsiders find out about these agents. Got it?” Dr strange explained looking at the three in front of him. They each nodded understanding the mission. Bruce landed the Quinn jet and the exited.

just as the plan they came up with they ambushed the hydra agents. It wasn’t even a special barn no hidden labs no hidden floor to have darker things there. It was a normal tobacco barn. The hydra agents were caught off guard as they were all either sitting, laying down or just hanging out with the group of hero’s burst in the door.

some of them put up a good fight. Y/n and Strange delt with the agents as Natasha and barns searched for files of information on a new weapon hydra was working on. Something kinda like lokis septer. They eventually found it hidden in a pile of lose hay in a box. They opened it and the box was full of pictures of lokis septer, tons of papers with information on how to build the thing and where they could get the materials. Reading a few pages of the papers they discovered their septer would be so powerful they could mind control half the world at one time.

They left calling Fury’s men to gather the bodies and dispose of them. They got on the jet to go back home.

once they got back home y/n was dog tired. In between not sleeping much from nightmares and the quick mission they were wore out. They begin walking towards their room when they start to slow down. Their eyes getting heavy as they collapse. Waiting for impact they never feels it. All they feel are strong warm hands lifting them into strong arms and then being placed into the comfort of their bed.

“come on, hunny. You need to get your work clothing off.” Dr strange said softly.

This wasn’t the first time he’s done this for his friend. This seemed like a ritual they did every so often. Y/n nodded gathering all the strength and energy. Grabbing a pair of Nike shorts and a T-shirt out of her drawer. Stephen thinks the shirt looks familiar. It was his at some point in time. (Lol)

They goes into the bathroom and starts to change. They come out and just flop onto the bed. Stephen flicks his hands and a warm wash cloth appears. He wiped the dried blood off your knuckles and face. Smiling softly as you cuddle into his side.

Flicking his hand again after he was done he was changed into Comfy clothes and was clean all of a sudden. He shifted to cuddle you. He knew that when you were in his arms you didn’t have as nearly as much nightmares as you did when you were alone.

and for the first time in months you finally got true rest. He softly hummed to you as you slept. Softly running his hands up and down your side comforting you/ grounding you. You were cuddled into his side the whole night. You never turned away from him you literally stayed on his side. Stephen didn’t mind.

He secretly loved you, but never knew where you stood. There was so many times he just wanted to tell you he loved you. But he never felt like he could. What if you didn’t replicate the same feelings? What if you only saw him as a friend? He didn’t want to say anything and you not feel the same and ruin your 3 year friendship.

“I love you.” He whispers into the night. Thinking your long gone asleep. You smiled and look up at him sleepily. “I love you too.” You mumbled into his chest. He smiles leaning down and kissing your forehead. You turn your head up placing a soft kiss on his warm red lips before falling asleep on his chest.

The next morning Y/n wakes up. No night mares no night terrors no paranoia. Wow, that must have been the first time they slept good for a long time. They feel the soft rise and lower of Stephen chest with his breathing everything about the man was calming. He was your safe place.

“you’re staring.” He says with a soft smirk on his face facing you. “I’m admiring.” Y/n sighs as they smile up to their friend. ‘Friend, just a friend.’ They sadly remind themselves.

“thank you for staying with me. I’ve truly never slept that good in such a long time.” Y/n admits to Stephen.

Stephen smiles as he leans down placing a quick kiss on y/ns soft lips. Y/n was caught off guard. They didn’t expect him to do that. “I’m sor-“ y/n cut him off returning the kiss. “Don’t apologize.” They whisper against his lips. “I’ve been waiting for that since we first met.” Stephen smiled, “you should’ve told me we could’ve been doing that for a while now.”

and with that their nightmares slowed down. They still came back every once again but luckily they had a great man like Doctor Stephen Strange to chase the monsters and bad dreams away.

the end. august 22, 2022. @ 12:04 am.

#Doctor strange #marvel #Marvel avengers #Steve Rogers #Stephen Strange #Tony Stark #Doctor strange x reader #Tony stark x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes #Steve rogers x sibling! reader #thor #loki #rhodey #clint barton #The Avengers #hulk #the hulk

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